My reunion with you is a belated confession

After breakfast, Xing Heng was half lying on the sofa in the living room, while He Mingsheng cleaned up in the kitchen.

Looking at the busy back inside, Xingheng suddenly remembered that many years ago, he often watched He Mingsheng busy in this way.

However, the old man who occasionally accompanied him to wait for someone was no longer there.

"Brother..." Xingheng yelled towards the kitchen.

Xingheng saw that the hands in the kitchen paused slightly, then put down the things in his hands, and turned to look at him: "What's wrong?"

Xingheng wobbled his feet and said with a smile: "It's okay, I'll just call you."

He Mingsheng stared at Xing Heng for a while, didn't speak, just turned around, rummaged in the refrigerator for a while, took an ice cream and handed it to Xing Heng.

"No, bro, in this cold winter weather, are you giving me this to freeze me to death?" Xing Heng looked at He Mingsheng with disbelief in his eyes.

He Mingsheng stopped, turned to look at Xingheng who had unpacked it, and said in a helpless tone, "I almost believed it just now."

Xing Heng was dumbfounded, he really didn't want He Mingsheng to bring this to him just now, but he was a little emotional when he saw the familiar scene, but... speaking to He Mingsheng, this person should be sad again, right?

He Mingsheng went back to the kitchen and quickly cleaned up the leftovers, but he came out soon.

Sitting on the sofa, He Mingsheng put Xingheng's head on his lap smoothly, looked at the person who opened the package but was stupefied and asked: "Don't want to eat? What do you want to tell me?"

Xingheng put his arms around He Mingsheng's waist, buried his face in He Mingsheng's stomach, and took a breath.

After more than ten seconds, He Mingsheng pulled the person away, waiting for Xingheng's answer.

"Brother, let's go back and have a look." Xingheng said in a low voice and very carefully.

On the seventh floor of unit five, they left with hope.I thought that from now on, the sea and the sky would be free to fly, but I didn't expect that no matter where you go, the roads you will take in life have nothing to do with where you live, just like him and He Mingsheng, they will still say goodbye.

The parting between them is like fate, no matter what efforts they make, it seems that they can't change the ending.

"Okay." He Mingsheng replied in a low voice.

Walking into the old street, great changes have taken place in the past four years. The shops on both sides of the street have all been renovated, and there is no such thing as the market and fireworks of the past, nor the hustle and bustle of the past. Even at the end of the year, It all seemed too quiet.

The children who used to chase each other on the street have disappeared.It may be that the weather is too cold and all cats keep warm at home, or it may be that the new generation of children has not followed this playful game because they have grown up.

Walking to Unit [-], an old tree attracted Xingheng's attention, and he stopped.

He Mingsheng noticed that he didn't urge or speak, but just stood quietly and waited.

After an unknown amount of time, Xingheng suddenly said, "Brother, in fact, there were many nights when I stood here watching you."

He Mingsheng's breathing was stagnant, and he opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything.

Xingheng seems to be just narrating one thing, very calm, but every time he calls "Brother", the expression on his face is soft.

"Brother, in fact, you don't have to blame yourself. My bad brain happened a long time ago, and it has nothing to do with you." Xingheng looked up to the direction of the seventh floor: "Once I lied to you and Grandpa Feng that I I actually lied to you by going abroad to play, I have never been abroad, and I have never been anywhere."

"The farthest place I have gone is to go to Rongcheng with you."

"I said that I met someone who robbed, and now I suddenly don't know what to do, because in essence, it is no different from robbery. At that time, Li Yulin was only interested in getting a sum of money from me. Besides, I was in her eyes. Here, nothing counts."

"Xingzi." He Mingsheng stepped forward and gently hugged Xingheng into his arms: "I'm sorry."

I'm sorry, I didn't discover it early, I'm sorry, I still hurt you, obviously you have always been most afraid of being discarded by others, but I still hurt you smartly.

Open the door of the living room, the furnishings inside are the same as they left many years ago, without any change.

Walking into the entrance, Xingheng looked on the sofa, there was nothing there, but it was the same as many years ago, there seemed to be a rickety old man, waiting for the two of them to come back from school.

As long as Grandpa Feng is not lying in the house, he will most likely wait for the two of them on the sofa. Every time they open the door, Grandpa Feng will always call his name immediately: "Little Xing, are you happier today?" a little."

Xingheng was in a trance, maybe the old man knew from the very beginning that the illusion he created, the loving parents, the happy family, were just flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.

He probably knew it, otherwise why would he be willing to give half of the love he gave to He Mingsheng to himself?

Later—the later old people seldom told him about going home.

For a while, Xingheng's nose became sore.

Tears couldn't be restrained from falling down.

The further you go into the house, the smaller Xingheng's steps are.

Turning around and looking around, Xingheng stopped and looked at He Mingsheng who had been following behind him.

The expression on this person's face was indifferent, without much pain.

"When did you come?" Xingheng's voice was hoarse and nasal.

He Mingsheng stepped forward, raised his hand to wipe away Xingheng's tears, extremely gentle: "Many times, I have thought about bringing you here for a long time, for fear that you will be sad."

Ever since meeting Li Yulin, he has understood the extraordinary significance of this place to Xingheng—this is his home.

This conclusion, which does not need proof at all, is very certain of him.

Pulling Xingheng to a corner, Xingheng looked at the scene in front of him and bent slightly.

A big photo is exactly the same as the old man in the cemetery, but there is a small photo next to it, the person in it is a little younger, and his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to He Mingsheng - He Dun - Grandpa Feng's lifelong love .

Xingheng bowed and saluted.

He Mingsheng stepped forward, lit incense, and bowed.

Xingheng's mood is much better than when he entered the door, but his nasal voice is still very heavy: "Do I want it too?"

He Mingsheng smiled slightly: "Grandpa Feng, you want it, but you don't need to pay attention to the one next to it."

"You are disrespectful!"

He Mingsheng lit the incense and handed it to Xingheng, and said: "I haven't seen this before. We were raised by Grandpa Feng. When Grandpa Feng left, he didn't say that he didn't forgive me. I put him with Grandpa Feng already." That's fine."

Hearing this sentence, Xingheng finally smiled: "I will call you a white-eyed wolf, at least the surname is He."

"Then he probably hates me to death. My own son even let me send him in."

People seem to be very strange. Some things can be concealed for a lifetime if they are kept silent, even taken to the coffin, but once they are said, it seems that they don't care about anything.

He Mingsheng would never talk about He Guoping in front of him before. I don't know when the two of them started to become like this. As long as it is related to the past, they can talk about it calmly.

Maybe it was Li Yulin, maybe it was Wei Qian.

But no matter what, they finally reached a certain kind of tacit understanding, even if this tacit understanding will uncover the scars of your past.

After Xing Heng finished offering incense, He Mingsheng stepped forward, clasped Xing Heng's hand tightly, and said to the person in the photo, "Grandpa, I'm taking him home."

I took him home.

These six words were like a spell, hitting Xingheng's heart directly, and his internal organs began to beat together.

So far, he seems to be really alive.

he's returned home.

"Welcome home, my love." After He Mingsheng finished speaking, he lowered his head and stabilized Xingheng's eyebrows.

"Thank you, my love."