dislocation

Chapter 3

He Zhishu's appearance almost broke Jiang Wenxu's heart.

A moment ago, he was held back by the so-called "memory" that belonged to him and couldn't take a step. The moment He Zhishu raised his head, Jiang Wenxu ran over, so determined, with the purest love and pain of that boy.

He Zhishu's tears burst again, and Jiang Wenxu couldn't tell whether the red eyes were He Zhishu's eyes or He Zhishu's tears.

He Zhishu had an unbelievable expression on his face, his eyes were wide open, his appearance was really pitiful.Jiang Wenxu thought, where does his little book cause anxiety and disbelief?I can't believe it, I can't believe that his brother Jiang will appear when he is sad, he can't believe that his brother Jiang can hear his sadness, he can't believe that his brother Jiang will be his most stable support.

Jiang Wenxu always loves him so much, cares about him, and doesn't want He Zhishu to be wronged.At that time, if someone dared to say something indifferent to Xiaoshu, Jiang Wenxu would fight him.At that time, so many people liked him, Jiang Wenxu, but he only loved his Zhishu He.I can't believe what happened to Xiaoshu!

Up to now, Jiang Wenxu actually knew about it, but he didn't dare to go into it. That was really tearing the young Jiang Wenxu's heart.

——It’s snowing today, it’s winter.Are you coming back tonight?You should eat dumplings on a snowy day, and I'll make them for you.

——If you really can’t come back, don’t pack it yourself, I’ll ask Xiao Song to order one for you, and I’ll hang up right away, busy.

——Brother Jiang, it’s snowing today, it’s so cold.People in the north eat dumplings in winter, and we will make dumplings every winter, okay?

—Okay, Xiaoshu, I promise you.No matter how busy I am, I will make dumplings with you every winter.When I make money in the future, I will buy a big house for Xiaoshu, and turn on the heating in each room to ensure that my Xiaoshu will not freeze.

—Where is your ring?

--where is it…

——It’s okay, it’s not something valuable... If you lose it, just throw it away...

—Where did you forget it?I won't lose it.Shall we change another pair if you have time?Custom pair of drills.

——Brother Jiang, happy birthday!I'm sorry...it's so shabby...it's crooked...I'll definitely buy you a better one in the future!

——...Little book...baby...don't want anything better, no matter how good it is, I won't change it.This is the best thing in the world that Little Book gave me.

--Um! ...That...Brother Jiang, don't cry, I can't help it.

—…I didn’t cry…

——Don’t take drugs, you’re so skinny.

——…

——Xiao Shu, why didn’t I see you during the winter vacation? My face has lost a lot of weight, but don’t lose all my dimples, Xiao Shu.

——No, Brother Jiang, you read it wrong, how could it be such an exaggeration.I ate well during the Chinese New Year, and my mother made me my favorite glutinous rice balls!

——No, no, I said that if you lose weight, you will lose weight. The wind will blow you away after a while, so you should eat more.Then...then I will make glutinous rice balls for you in the future...

Jiang Wenxu almost rushed over to hug He Zhishu. The heater was on in the room, but it was actually very warm.Jiang Wenxu felt that the person in his arms was cold, his hands were cold, his body was cold, and even the tears he just shed were so cold.He put He Zhishu's hands in his arms, lifted the quilt from the bed, and hugged He Zhishu tightly in his arms.

"...Xiaoshu...Baby, I'm sorry...Brother Jiang didn't protect you well and let him bully you like this..." Jiang Wenxu also cried, very forbearance, very suppressed crying.He was afraid that if his voice was too loud, his little book would disappear.

All the forbearance and all the grievances before were really unbearable at the moment Jiang Wenxu hugged him, Zhishu He couldn't bear it anymore.He Zhishu's eyes were red and swollen, but the tears couldn't be stopped.He Zhishu stretched out his hands to caress Jiang Wenxu's face, confirming again and again.Finally, he put his arms around Jiang Wenxu's neck and buried his head in his neck.

"Brother Jiang...Brother Jiang...you are back, you are back..." Brother Jiang, you are back...I lied to you...it doesn't matter, you can do whatever you want outside, but don't forget me...don't leave me ...I can wait, I really can wait...wait for you to come home, we will never be apart...

No one can do it, only Jiang Wenxu.Only Jiang Wenxu can easily destroy the city wall He Zhishu built that he thought was very strong, only Jiang Wenxu can warm He Zhishu's heart that he thought was so cold, no one can do it, only Jiang Wenxu, only the one he loves Jiang Wenxu for 15 years.

"...Little book...Little book, brother has wronged you...Brother Jiang is not a thing, I should treasure you...How could Brother Jiang let you suffer so much..." Jiang Wenxu stroked He Zhishu's head, he He hugged He Zhishu even tighter. "...Baby...Baby, Brother Jiang didn't protect you well...I won't leave you...Don't leave Brother Jiang either, I love you the most..."

Now Jiang Wenxu is still that boy.Happy when you laugh, warm when you love.No false catering at the wine table, no cynicism or even harm to your lover.He has not experienced so much with Zhishu He, but he knows that the person in his arms, for him, gave himself out at the age of 17, abandoned his family and eloped with him at the age of 18, and sacrificed his life for his career at the age of 19 , lost his parents at the age of 23, and abandoned his pride at the age of 25 to make soup for him... Four years ago, he learned to swallow all his grievances. In the lifeless house, he waited for Jiang Wenxu, who was hanging out with others, to come home. He knew the man would stay out all night.Facing the so-called home in exchange for the house left by his parents, how hard will He Zhishu suffer...

The piles are like knives, lingering at Jiang Wenxu.He doesn't know why people change.He loves He Zhishu terribly, no matter he is a boy or a young man.

He still failed He Zhishu, the only person in his life who would never fail him.

The 18-year-old Jiang Wenxu hugged the 30-year-old He Zhishu tightly in his arms. Jiang Wenxu lost the panic and anxiety when he came.Don't even look into why he appears here, don't look into why he and He Zhishu spent so many days together, is this real or just a dream?

At this moment, he just wants to hug He Zhishu.

Beijing has a rare good weather, the sun has not risen very high, the sun shines in, and the desolate houses are no longer empty.

……

"Jiang Wenxu! Stand up for me!" Teacher Zhang has already seen Jiang Wenxu who is dozing off, and his momentum is actually very strong.But Wu Nong's soft words can't scare people, at most they can wake up Jiang Wenxu.

He Zhishu secretly screamed in his heart

--Oops

Jiang Wenxu was woken up. He heard someone telling him to stand up. It was a local accent he hadn't heard for many years.

This work comes from Jinjiang Literature City. Welcome to www.jjwxc.net to read more good works