between heartstrings

Chapter 6 Heartstrings 06

On the east side of the main building, on the first floor of the activity center of the nursing home, through the glass on the door panel, Wei Sizhe saw a thick notebook and "Tao Te Ching" handouts in Wei Qiao's hands, as well as a cup of white tea that Chu Jiahe had just brewed for him.

There are not many people who come to the lecture, the round table can accommodate 30 people, the old people sit in a circle, and the lecturer stands in front of the computer in the middle, facing the projector.Outside the door, Wei Sizhe and Chu Jiahe watched Wei Qiao together, and each had the illusion of being "parents".

Wei Sizhe shook his head amusedly: "When I was in elementary school, my dad stayed with me by the back door like this, watching the whole class."

Wei Qiao seemed to sense something, turned his head and raised his left hand, and pushed Wei Sizhe out of the air with the back of his hand.

Chu Jiahe said: "A class in elementary school should last four to ten minutes, right? Today's lecture lasts two hours. Mr. Wei, let's let your father listen to the class without distraction."

Wei Sizhe avoided Wei Qiao's glare, lowered his eyebrows and pressed the bridge of his nose, and said softly, "Okay."

The windowpanes reflected the clear sky, the courtyard was full of greenery and flowers were in bloom, Chu Jiahe led Wei Sizhe across the gravel path, and walked towards the strawberry field under the shade of willows in the corner of the courtyard.

The big orange was dozing at the base of the wall, the red of the strawberry against the orange fur on its body, the sun was shining brightly, Wei Sizhe's vision was full of bright colors, and his mood became brighter.

He asked, "Who grows these strawberries?"

Chu Jiahe replied: "A person who is 'not simple'."

Bending down, he picked two plump strawberries, went to the sink to clean them, and handed one of them to Wei Sizhe. With a smile on his lips, Chu Jiahe said, "It's my first time planting, I have no experience, it seems It's already ripe, I don't know if it's sweet or not."

Wei Sizhe took it and swallowed it in one gulp, his cheeks tightened suddenly with soreness, he quickly bit his back teeth, opened his eyes and opened his mouth to make nonsense: "It's very sweet."

"Really?" Chu Jiahe was overjoyed, and quickly bit off half of it, and immediately raised his eyebrows in the middle, "Hiss... sour."

Wei Sizhe laughed generously at his innocence, the acid he swallowed turned into a faint sweetness that stained his heart.He asked: "The person who replied to my WeChat has always been you?"

Rubbing his sore cheeks, Chu Jiahe asked back, "How can you see that?"

"My dad is used to writing by hand, so he is very slow to reply to messages." Wei Sizhe directly pointed at him, "Your typing speed is too fast."

Chu Jiahe didn't want to hide it at all, so he smiled and nodded after listening: "The old man has bad eyesight, as long as I am beside you when he receives your message, he will ask me to help reply, he dictates, and I will convey it."

"So you came up with the idea of ​​'delivering tea'." Wei Sizhe said clearly, "Are you helping me?"

Chu Jiahe shrugged his shoulders and said, "Obviously."

"But my dad doesn't want me to come." Wei Sizhe paused for a second, his tone seemed unintentional, "Chu Jiahe, what is your purpose for helping me?"

Chu Jiahe took a deep look at Wei Sizhe, then squatted down and picked up a small shovel to dig up the soil, and answered the wrong question: "There are no elderly people who live here who don't want to see their children."

It wasn't the answer I expected to hear, Wei Sizhe didn't ask any more questions with interest, and said by the way: "Those life photos in my dad's circle of friends, you took them and posted them?"

Chu Jiahe said: "This is also the old gentleman's request, so that you can feel completely at ease."

Wei Sizhe looked at him: "The person who likes my circle of friends is also you, right?"

Chu Jiahe said truthfully: "It was ordered under the nose of the old man, and I have no right to operate it without authorization."

The warm spring breeze blew through the willow leaves, pedestrians passed by on the gravel road, and the nurses helped the elderly to carry out their outdoor activities. Chu Jiahe licked/licked his lips after tasting the strawberries: "Report to you about my work?"

Wei Sizhe stood with his arms folded, and the big orange rubbed against his trousers, not afraid of people, stretching his limbs straight.Wei Sizhe's attire did not look like a 34-year-old man in Chu Jiahe's eyes. He has a healthy complexion, a tall and handsome figure, and his posture at the moment is a bit lazy. The loose sweater makes him look like a neat young man feel.

Wei Sizhe: "No, my dad is full of praise for you, I can rest assured of your professional ability."

"In that case." Chu Jiahe said, "There is something, maybe I am overthinking, but I still decided to ask you."

Wei Sizhe motioned him with his eyes to "please tell me", Chu Jiahe said thoughtfully: "Two days ago you shared an article you wrote in Moments, which was about your views on the 'current situation and development prospects of the financial market' , the old man wanted to know the contents, so I read it completely for him."

"After reading it, his expression was a little..." Chu Jiahe showed worry, and quickly sifted through the appropriate adjectives in his mind, "Sad, I have been staring at the wall without responding, I don't know the reason, I don't know how to comfort, wait until I prepare When I was busy with other things, I vaguely heard the old gentleman say something..."

Wei Sizhe turned his head to meet Chu Jiahe's gaze, as if he had expected it long ago, and there was no surprise in his eyes.Chu Jiahe repeated word by word: "'I hope my son will be free from worries, be free from disease, pain, disaster and disaster, especially let go of guilt and let himself go.'"

The end sound scattered into the wind, the voices in the ear disappeared, and the surrounding movement became more and more vivid. Wei Sizhe stared at the glass window outside the activity center, as if looking at his father's figure from afar. After a long time, he said "hmm" : "My dad said this many times."

No matter how unintelligent a person is, he can still guess half of the answer from the few words of the father and son - Wei Sizhe must have encountered something, which caused Wei Qiao to always have a little worry about him.But Chu Jiahe was an outsider after all, when he noticed that Wei Sizhe looked solemn, his brows were slightly frowned, and his posture was not as casual as before, he suddenly woke up: "Sorry Mr. Wei, I am talking too much."

"No." Wei Sizhe answered immediately, with a soothing voice, "You have been in touch with my dad for longer than I have these days, and there are some things I can only understand from you, besides, this is also what you are reporting to me. Why do you talk too much about work? Don't be so nervous."

Elegant in conversation and open in manner, Wei Sizhe always gives the impression that he is upright.When getting along with him, Chu Jiahe sometimes becomes cautious. Wei Sizhe is a successful person, he longs to make such a friend, and sometimes he tries not to look up to him, communicates on an equal footing, and tries to narrow the gap in reality.

But no matter how Chu Jiahe's mentality changes, Wei Sizhe can always make him relax without any scruples.

Holding the big orange on his lap, and rubbing its chubby face with his palm, Chu Jiahe's eyebrows stretched: "Is the pumpkin lily soup delicious?"

Wei Sizhe commented honestly: "I quite like it."

"Visit once a week, you are here today." Stretching out his index finger and high-fiving the big orange, Chu Jiahe asked, "Are you still coming on weekends?"

This weekend is very likely to be dragged by Qi Qian to the dinner party, and it is inevitable to have a drink and social occasion. As soon as the words of negation slipped out of his mouth, Wei Sizhe changed his mind and asked what was in his heart: "Will you be happy when I come?"

Chu Jiahe raised his head against the light, looked up at Wei Sizhe with a smile, and then waved Tall Orange's right paw at him: "Of course."

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