He's super cute

The clouds floating in the blue sky seemed to be frozen, and the wild roses bloomed with fiery red petals, and clusters of them grew along the road. Under the sun, on the ground, steam was steaming, and dust was blowing on the face.

Jiang Yuqing hid under the shade of a tree, with beads of sweat oozing from his white forehead, and two blushes on his face, "Why is it so hot all of a sudden?"

He picked up the big thermos cup, and didn't want to move lazily. The weather was so hot that it seemed that the air had condensed into a ball, and it was difficult to breathe.

Obviously when he went out, it happened to be the first rain after the rain, and the mud was wet and soft.

After walking for a while, the sun was scorching hot, stinging his skin sorely.

He narrowed his eyes and carefully took out a group photo from his backpack.

An old man with a friendly smile was standing under the pear tree with his arms around two half-grown teenagers. The sun shone through the branches and leaves and fell on the side face of the old man. When the breeze blew, the light and shadow flowed finely.

There is a small line written on the back, Aoyama NO.19.

Jiang Yuqing looked around and muttered softly, "This is it, I remember it was here..."

Why can't I find it?

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Jiang Yuqing frowned lightly, and hung up the phone without saying a word.

The phone rang again soon after.

"Where did you go?"

"Why didn't you tell me when you went out?"

"I'm going to pick you up now."

Jiang Yuqing was already a little annoyed by the hot weather, and when he heard the man's questioning tone, he blurted out without thinking, "Why don't you put a chain on it for me?"

"I don't care about you..." Jiang Yan looked at the empty home and heard Jiang Yuqing's voice, his heart fell to the ground. He slowly calmed down, "Your legs are not healed yet."

"Hey, tell me where are you?"

"You don't need to worry about it." Jiang Yuqing rubbed the photo, "I will go back by myself."

It's getting dark, dragging a broken leg, what should I do if something happens.

Why are you still ignorant.

Jiang Yan's anger rose in an instant, and he didn't dare to do anything to Jiang Yuqing, so he could only suppress his temper, "What do you want to do, can I go with you?"

There was no word on the phone.

"Okay, I'll go find Wenxi now." Jiang Yan knew that he couldn't deal with this little thing, so he simply moved out of Wenxi.

Jiang Yuqing pursed her lips and pulled the leaves into a mess.

He didn't tell Wenxi that he lived in Jiang Yan's house.

If Jiang Yan goes, it will be revealed.

"A small park on the Qingshan side." Jiang Yuqing was reluctant, and his voice was as thin as a mosquito buzzing.

Jiang Yan is so familiar with this place, he will know where it is after listening to it.

He immediately stood up from the sofa, trying to be calm, "Where are you going? Do you know how chaotic it is at night?"

Qingshan is sparsely populated, but it is a geomantic treasure land where bones are buried. A large area of ​​cemetery falls on Qingshan.

"I think..." Jiang Yuqing sensed the anger on the other side, pursed her mouth and hugged the crutches in her arms, and said softly, "I miss Grandpa."

The one who can make Jiang Yuqing call grandpa is naturally not Mr. Jiang.

Jiang Yan's hand that opened the door paused, and sighed indiscernibly, "Why did you find Qingshan?"

"It's written on the back of the photo." Jiang Yuqing checked the line of words, "But why is there no one here?"

Jiang Yan would never take him to see his grandfather if he was so narrow-minded.

He was a little annoyed as he spoke, not daring to answer, "Did you throw grandpa into a nursing home?"

"Why are you not filial at all, I want to take Grandpa into my house, don't let you care about it."

Looking at Jiang Yuqing's usual appearance, Jiang Yan was sure that he still didn't know the news of Grandpa Jiang's death.

The two of them often hid in the yard to play with birds and catch cicadas, and their laughter could be heard clearly even outside the yard. The old and the young were very close. If we knew, Grandpa Jiang would have passed away a long time ago, or was it indirectly because of himself ...

Jiang Yan closed his eyes and kept it a secret for as long as he could.

"Grandpa can't be idle, he's going to travel around the world." Jiang Yan clenched the steering wheel with a soft voice, "It will take some time before we can see him."

"Then... that's fine." Jiang Yuqing realized that he had made the trip for nothing, and felt a little lost, his voice became a lot heavier, and he said bluntly, "Can you make a video?"

Even now, he still has no doubts about Jiang Yan's words.

Jiang Yan said, "Grandpa doesn't like others to disturb him, and I can't get in touch with him."

"Okay." Jiang Yuqing picked his fingernails sullenly, "I prepared a gift for him, and you must tell me when you come back."

Jiang Yan let out a deep breath and opened the car window. The weather seemed to be too hot, "Okay, little ancestor."

"Do you want milk tea?"

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yuqing absent-mindedly picked up the thermos cup and put a cool sticker on his forehead, clutching the phone in a daze.

His parents died young since he was a child, and Mr. Jiang is a person who has no warmth at all. He only cares about the development of the family and his reputation.

Brother Jiang naturally loved him, but he was struggling at that time, and he had to spare time to take care of him, but the care he could give was limited.

He hugged the little bear that his brother gave him and leaned on the window sill to look forward to it day by day. During the Mid-Autumn Festival family reunion, his aunts, uncles and the whole family enjoyed themselves happily.

The moon is round and the flowers bloom just right.

It's just that they were all other people's flowers, and he hid on the edge secretly envious, and the ears of the little bear puppet were about to be bitten off.

Then he ran away.

Jiang Yuqing is a person who is easy to regret after looking forward and backward.

He regretted falling in love with Jiang Yan, regretted being fooled by him so stupidly that he was sold and counted the money happily, regretted eating too much buns with his greedy mouth, regretting not being able to protect the child well...

But he never regretted meeting Jiang Yan.

A pear tree was planted in that small courtyard, and the evening breeze was cool, Grandpa secretly slipped him a candy, covered him with a smile, and signaled with his eyes not to be discovered by Jiang Yan.

The two hid behind the tree and snickered, Jiang Yuqing was holding mooncakes and candies, his eyes curved.

He also has his own happy life.

thump.

Jiang Yuqing was terrified. He turned his head and saw the man lying unconscious on the ground. He was wearing black clothes, a black mask and a black hat, and his whole body was tightly covered.

He silently glanced at the big sun, it was a miracle that he didn't suffer from heatstroke.

Jiang Yuqing was weak, so he packed everything in his backpack when he went out, and quickly found a small bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water.

He stood in front of the man in embarrassment with a cane, and tilted his head.

How can you expect a little cripple to feed him medicine?

The ground was baked by the sun so hot that it might be possible to put an egg on a plate.

The man's eyes were closed tightly, and he could vaguely see that his face was not looking well.

"Can you still sit up?" Jiang Yuqing poked his face, "I can't help you."

The man seemed to hear his voice, his eyelids moved and opened a crack.

"Just wake up." Jiang Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, and pointed to the shade of the tree, "It's cool over there, go there and rest, I have medicine."

"I...I..." The man squeezed out a few dry words from his throat, staring straight at Jiang Yuqing, with unspeakable ecstasy and shock, "Am I dreaming?"

"Dream?" Jiang Yuqing scratched her ears, her snow-white cheeks were as soft as a piece of pudding, "Probably not."

"Small, little bird?" The man slowly propped himself up, and looked at the little beauty in front of him in disbelief, but he didn't dare to touch it lightly, for fear that it might be a fragile phantom, "Is it you?"

He twisted his thigh hard, frowning in pain, "Isn't it a dream?"

"You... know..." Jiang Yuqing stepped back on crutches, staring at the man suspiciously, "Who are you?"

The man stood up, dizzy for a while, covered his head and staggered a few steps, "It's me, I'm Xingke."

He shook his head and took off his mask.

"You?" Jiang Yuqing was surprised and delighted when he saw this handsome and familiar face clearly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here..." Xing Ke's eyes wandered, and he smiled bitterly, and said softly, "To visit a friend."

"You come here to see your friends too." Jiang Yuqing handed him Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, "Go over there and talk."

"What about you?" Xing Ke followed Jiang Yuqing without looking away from him, "What happened to your leg?"

"I'm here to see grandpa." Jiang Yuqing took off his hat and fanned himself, sticking out his tongue from the heat, "I accidentally fell into a pit a few days ago."

"You are still the same as before." Xing Ke seemed to be nostalgic, with an indescribable sadness in his eyes, "You are reckless."

"Your grandpa is here?"

"That's right, but I went on a trip recently, so I came here for nothing." Jiang Yuqing nodded.

"You mean..." Xing Ke realized that the two had different meanings, "he lives here?"

"Yes."

"Where have you been these past few years?" Xing Ke always felt that it would not be good to go on, so he asked instead.

His voice trembled, "The news I got later was that you died."

"I'm not dead." Jiang Yuqing had two small dimples, and there was a faint light in his eyes, "Don't you think I'm fine?"

Fortunately, he poured Huoxiang Zhengqi water down his head and swallowed the words on his lips.

Then why have all the messages I sent you disappeared, why have there been no news for the past two years, and why is there your tombstone in Qingshan Cemetery?

You don't want to see me again or I was imprisoned by Jiang Yan.

He had so many questions, but in the end there was only one sentence left, "I miss you very much."

Every day and night for the past two years.

This is too straightforward.

"Are you still running a bakery?" Jiang Yuqing was taken aback, lowered her head, and avoided his eyes.

"If you don't do it, you won't be able to protect the person you like."

"I was too weak before..."

He could only watch helplessly as his sweetheart was wantonly humiliated but could do nothing about it.

The noble man hugged Yu Xiaoque, stroked the naked back of the person in his arms covered with a thin layer of sweat, and looked down at him condescendingly.

There was a certain kind of cold breath flowing from the bottom of the long and narrow phoenix eyes, as if looking at an ant that could be crushed to death at any time.

Are you a lover?

But who in the world would humiliate his lover like this?

It seemed that Yu Xiaoque, who was hiding in front of his chest and weeping silently, was his spoils of war, a restraint for his pleasure.

Fortunately, she finally understood why Yu Xiaoque wanted to escape.

He opened his eyes wide and tried to make a sound, but was blocked by all the towels in his mouth.

Yu Xiaoque didn't even dare to look at him, and hid in the arms of the perpetrator tremblingly.

His heart ached, and he wanted to tell Yu Xiaoque, don't be afraid, when I came to rescue you and was thrown at the door of the house, he curled up on the grass, his eyes were the watery reflection of the moon.

There is a little Yiqiao canary on the moon. He has a sweet voice, and he is very cute when he looks at him. He naturally likes it very much. He reached out to rub the little canary's head, but he could see the pair of Clear eyes filled with tears.

He was saying help.

"Stop baking?" Jiang Yuqing opened her eyes slightly, "Then what are you doing?"

"It seems that you are really isolated from the world." Xing Ke lowered his head and smiled, "Actor."

"Actor?" Jiang Yuqing couldn't help poking his nose, "A living star?"

"Yes." Xing Ke looked at him connivingly, her black eyes gradually becoming aggressive, "I thought maybe you could see it that way."

"At least it won't be so weak anymore."

But the last news I got was a lonely tombstone in the cemetery.

Jiang Yuqing's fingertips seemed to be burned, and he withdrew his hand, "It's good to be an actor."

Fortunately, he seemed to be a different person, not quite the same as the cheerful boy two years ago, he seemed not to see Jiang Yuqing's dodge, and continued, "Are you still by his side?"

Both of them knew who he was.

"Otherwise?" A cold voice interjected.

Jiang Yuqing's cheeks suddenly felt cool, and something was stuck to his face.

He raised his head and squinted his eyes to see the man's sharp jaw.

"Your milk tea." Jiang Yan rubbed the little beauty's warm hair, "Drink less, I have to eat tonight."

The two seem to be an old couple who have lived for many years, they are very close, and the atmosphere of circulation cannot be inserted into others.

"Isn't Mr. Jiang already married?" Xing Ke has already practiced in the show business circle, and slowly stood up, staring at Jiang Yan, "And that Mr. Cheng?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Yan didn't even bother to give him a look, and the corners of his lips tugged lightly, "What are you?"

Fortunately, if it wasn't for Yu Xiaoque, such a small person, he wouldn't even bother to remember.

Now this is consciously having the confidence to challenge him, trying to grab someone from his den?

Fortunately, Jiang Yuqing, who was biting the milk tea tube, was pulled behind him and protected tightly.

"Mr. Jiang, why does he have to force others to make things difficult for him." Xing Ke clenched his fists and said coldly.

"Qingqing, come here." Jiang Yan fixed his eyes on Jiang Yuqing, as if his eyes were locked on him, not looking at Xingke at all.