between heartstrings

Wei Sizhe leaned against the wall, followed Chu Jiahe back and forth with his eyes, stared at him making the bed, turning on the electric blanket, helping Wei Qiao lie down, and covering him with a quilt carefully.

Chu Jiahe's left hand was shaking all the time, Wei Sizhe frowned slightly, unable to speak.

Seeing that he was about to finish his work, Wei Sizhe was about to speak, but Chu Jiahe was pressed by Yan'er and asked, "Old man, do you want to drink egg tea? Warm up."

Wei Qiao swept his eyes to the end of his eyes calmly, looked at Wei Sizhe's expression, and then turned to Chu Jiahe: "Don't drink, I'm sleepy, you go to your work."

"What about the loquat juice?" Chu Jiahe continued to ask, "You haven't drunk anything after lunch, your throat will feel uncomfortable."

Wei Qiao shook his head after hearing this, and Chu Jiahe saw it: "Where's the white tea? I'll make you a cup..."

"Chu Jiahe."

Suddenly stopping speaking, Chu Jiahe looked up at Wei Sizhe who was standing at the door, who had already opened the door.He called out for no reason: "Mr. Wei?"

Wei Sizhe looked at him and said, "Come here."

Chu Jiahe was really obedient, without pausing, he walked towards Wei Sizhe with his lunch bag, but at the same time he also took Wei Qiao's thermos.There was no hot water in the thermos, so he had to fill up a cup with tea to prevent Wei Qiao from getting thirsty.

The door was slightly closed, Wei Sizhe snatched the cup from Chu Jiahe's hand, and asked, "Where is your dormitory?"

Chu Jiahe replied blankly: "The innermost right-hand side on the second floor."

"Go back to the dormitory first." Wei Sizhe said while walking towards the stairs, "It's not enough for you to worry about."

Chu Jiahe followed behind Wei Sizhe obediently, looking at the road from time to time, the two walked at the same pace, and they both stepped on the steps with their right foot first.Then he raised his head slightly, staring at Wei Sizhe's shoulders and neck, Chu Jiahe found that his shoulders were slightly broad, the shirt was cut snugly, the shoulder blades were looming under the material, and the outline was almost perfect.

As we approached the dormitory, Wei Sizhe stopped and turned around: "Soak a towel in cold water, apply it on your left wrist, and put a plaster on it. If the discomfort doesn't improve, go to Dr. Fang for a checkup."

Before he finished speaking, he turned his face away and was about to leave, Chu Jiahe immediately took a step across to block Wei Sizhe, obviously he could speak out to persuade him to stay, but he impatiently took action first.The distance shortened in an instant, the corridor lights went out, the vision of the two suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings were blurred, only each other's eyes were clear, and they looked at each other firmly without hiding or hiding.

Chu Jiahe said: "It's all here, let's go in and have a seat, as long as you don't think it's messy."

Their expressions were all frank, Wei Sizhe smiled and replied softly: "I don't mind."

Chu Jiahe's room was indeed "messy", because there were too many furnishings, and the heights and heights were uneven.But there is order in the chaos, and every item has its function and role, not just for decoration.

In the aquarium closest to the door, there are two plump white koi. Their tails are like silk fans, and they swim in a flowing arc, which is very beautiful.On a row of cabinets, there is a fish tank surrounded by various green plants and bonsai. The tortoise "Ben" is crawling leisurely on the moss. On the other side is a bed with clean and tidy bedding. There is a log desk in front of the window. There is a thick notebook and a pen on the table.

Chu Jiahe said, "Both the bed and the chair can sit on."

Wei Sizhe said "hmm", and bent down to admire the aquarium. The stones at the bottom of the aquarium were of different shapes, and the moss was covered with a thick mat. He asked curiously, "Didn't these stones be bought?"

Chu Jiahe poked his head out from the bathroom, twisting his face towel in his hands: "No, there are many beside the pond, I picked up quite a few, and I also dug up the moss."

Wei Sizhe subconsciously imagined Chu Jiahe squatting by the pond digging moss, the small shovel in his hand and the small bucket at his feet made his heart itch a little.

With a cool towel wrapped around his wrist, Chu Jiahe followed Wei Sizhe, like a tour guide accompanying a tourist, explaining and introducing the flowers and succulents he had grown one by one.

Wei Sizhe stood in front of a pot of rhododendrons, and asked, "Isn't this difficult to support?"

"Separate people." Chu Jiahe replied, "If I raise it, it's okay."

Wei Sizhe is very self-aware: "I guess I can't survive without raising anything."

"Mr. Wei's understanding of himself is not good enough." Chu Jiahe said, and took a palm-sized small pot from behind the fortune tree, and planted a succulent in it, "Dongmei, you must be able to support it."

Wei Sizhe took it over and watched it carefully: "For me?"

Seeing Chu Jiahe nodding, Wei Sizhe said bluntly: "Raising the tortoise you bought, eating the food you cooked, and now giving me the succulents you grew, I took so much advantage of you, isn't it appropriate?"

Chu Jiahe slightly bent his eyes, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's suitable."

After browsing the room, Wei Sizhe didn't sit on the bed as Chu Jiahe expected, but moved the chair in front of the desk, facing the bed, and tilted his head to signal Chu Jiahe to sit down too.

The seat was so close to the bed that the two of them could almost touch their knees. Wei Sizhe focused on the thick notebook and asked, "Do you have the habit of writing a diary?"

"It's not a diary." Chu Jiahe took the notebook and handed it to Wei Sizhe, "It can be regarded as a life souvenir book."

Wei Sizhe asked for instructions, "Can I see it?"

"Yes..." The ending sounded longer, and Chu Jiahe seemed to have come to his senses suddenly, and just about to change his words, it was already too late.

Turning to the first page, there was a group photo that came into view, Chu Jiahe and an old grandma face to face, smiling very happily.Wei Sizhe didn't ask much about the identity of the old man, and turned the pages carefully. There are many printed photos in the notebook, including the scenery in the nursing home, and the patients that Chu Jiahe has taken care of over the years.

Seeing the familiar scene of the fat cat climbing a tree, Wei Sizhe smiled and asked, "Is this a big orange?"

Raising his eyes to meet Chu Jiahe's gaze, Wei Sizhe found a trace of tension in his eyes.To answer in the affirmative, Wei Sizhe carefully observed Chu Jiahe's reaction every time he turned a page, feeling that he seemed to be getting more and more cramped.

Closing the book at the right time, Wei Sizhe didn't look at the content behind, Chu Jiahe instantly relaxed, staring at him as he put the thick book back to its original place.The towel was warmed by the temperature of the skin, and the wrist was almost covered with cold compresses. Chu Jiahe opened the drawer to take out the plaster, and tore off the packaging.

The pale complexion was tinged with eye-catching red, which made people feel distressed. Wei Sizhe bent his back slightly, leaned forward slightly, and inspected the injury degree of Chu Jiahe's left wrist at close range. The blue blood vessels floating on the back of his hand and the thin wrist bones came into view.

Chu Jiahe pinched his wrist and moved it around twice slightly. Wei Sizhe's eyes wandered along with him, showing a worried look unconsciously.

Uncovering half of the plaster, Chu Jiahe was about to stick it on the wound, but Wei Sizhe got closer again.In the lowered field of vision was the man's thick hair and a small hair curl in the middle of the top of his head. Chu Jiahe held back his smile and called out in a warm voice, "Mr. Wei."

"En." Wei Sizhe responded, keeping his eyes on Chu Jiahe's wrist.

Chu Jiahe said: "I can hardly see my hands."

"Huh?" Wei Sizhe blinked in doubt, suddenly realized, and hurriedly stood upright on his knees, and said embarrassedly, "Sorry."

Putting on the plaster, Chu Jiahe took the initiative to show Wei Sizhe his left hand, and waved it flexibly in front of his eyes: "It's really all right this time, don't worry."

Wei Sizhe finally felt relieved and said, "Okay."

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