I don't want this golden finger

The time of Xu has passed and the time of Hai has not yet arrived, and everything is silent. In Huiyuanhou's mansion, He Cheng is dozing off while leaning against the door frame.

This day and night was exhausting, especially for his master, his young master hadn't closed his eyes for a long time.

He urged several times, but never got a response.

He Cheng knew in his heart that his young master was thinking about something, but the person who was thinking about in the young master's heart seemed to have suddenly forgotten, and he never came over to take a look.

Even if you send someone over to say something, it's the young master who has been waiting since morning.

He Cheng yawned, feeling aggrieved for the young master, especially now that it was late at night, the lights in Yu's mansion had been turned off for more than half an hour, and there was no movement in the courtyard of Hou's mansion.

He stayed here because he was afraid that if the young master would come over, he would make the young master happier.

The results of it?It's been a long time, not to mention people, not even a mouse.

It seems that I was thinking too much. The young master didn't come out in the study, so he must be aware of it. After all, the reunion of father and son requires some time to talk and accompany him for a while. His young master is not the other person. He is busy these days Later, alas, also——

Huh?

He Cheng turned around and paused, pricking up his ears to listen carefully. There seemed to be a sound near the two houses!

He Jianqing had been in the study for a whole day and midnight, he seemed to be frozen, his eyes fixed on the letter in front of him without moving for a long time.

The letter was sent by Guan Zhongyi from Southern Xinjiang, saying that he would be transferred back to Beijing in the near future, and after returning to Beijing, he would do this and that.

Counting the time, he should be on the way, and he is waiting to have a good time after returning to Beijing.

He Jian snorted coldly, and threw the letter aside.

He was irritated for no reason. Since he got up early in the morning, his mood had been ups and downs, which made him completely unaware of the current situation.

He knew that he was waiting, and he was sure to wait for what he wanted, but the time passed so quickly that the next day would pass by again.

A day has passed, and he suddenly realized that at some point, he thought that——

He Jian gritted his teeth lightly, closed his eyes and tilted his entire upper body backwards, pressing heavily on the back of the chair. His shoulder blades were sore, and a dull pain arose from the old wound on his chest, slowly rippling and spreading, covering his entire body. shrouded in this pain.

He Jian opened his eyes slowly, and looked sideways towards the direction of the study hall, where the windows were closed tightly, silently, as if shutting him out as well.

"Knock knock."

Two knocks on the door interrupted He Jian's fluttering thoughts, and he opened his mouth unhappily:

"Go down and rest!"

His tone was a little impatient and harsh when he was disturbed. After a while, He Cheng's voice came in:

"Master, I—"

"Go!" He Jian shouted lightly, interrupting He Cheng's words.

He Cheng was stunned, turned his head to look at the people around him, took a deep breath, and said again: "Master, I—"

The door was opened like a whirlwind, and He Jian said with a cold face: "I will let you—"

He Cheng amusedly admired He Jian's slightly angry expression, and then froze for a moment, then pulled the person beside him into the room, and closed the door with a "touch".

He Cheng smiled and left shaking his head. He had to prepare some tea, the young master will need it later.

Inside the house, Yu Xuan was carrying a small basket, looking up at He Jianqing with a smile on his face, and found that his face was somewhat suppressed cold, the corners of his mouth curled up for a moment, and he said anxiously: "I, I brought a few The buns are for you to eat, I made them myself."

He put the basket on the table, lifted the covering cloth, and smoke curled up, revealing several small and exquisite buns with different shapes.

Yu Xuan embarrassedly picked up the cloth and slowly folded it into squares. He seemed to feel that he had not folded it so neatly, so he spread it out and folded it again. After steaming for a while, you, do you want to eat?"

He Jianqing didn't speak, came over and took Yu Xuan's hand, scattered the cloth cubes, pulled him to sit down, stared at the strange bun in front of him, and said nothing.

Yu Xuan was frightened and didn't speak for a long time.

He couldn't figure out why He Jianqing suddenly put on a straight face, did he think the buns were too ugly?Still think he's late?

The door was knocked again, and this time He Cheng pushed open the door and came in. He saw two people sitting next to each other in silence, one with no expression on his face, and the other full of confusion and anxiety.

"Young master, please use tea—"

"Many, thank you!" Yu Xuan raised his eyes to look at He Cheng.

He Cheng received it, and leaned over to look at the basket on purpose: "Oh, these buns look so mouth-watering, I can eat them—oh, I'll take my leave, I'm going to sleep now."

He Jian gave He Cheng a light glance, and the latter went out briskly and closed the door of the study. Yu Xuan didn't see the two people looking at each other, and took a sip of the small teacup.

He couldn't get up and down in his heart, remembering that he was fine the day before yesterday, and he still hugged him in the morning—oh no, he knew in the morning that he remembered what happened when he was a child, he could remember his Xiao He brother like that clearly, what's going on now, alas.

Where did he go wrong?

Yu Xuan put down the teacup, raised his hand and tugged at He Jianqing's sleeve, and then his wrist was clasped. Yu Xuan quietly glanced at He Jianqing from the corner of his eye, and seeing the corner of his mouth move, he immediately understood, Withdrawing his hand suddenly, he stood up and made a gesture to leave, but his whole body was pulled back.

"Sit down, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Yu Xuan turned her head and saw a gentle smile on He Jianqing's face, "hum", but couldn't hold back, and sat back beside He Jianqing with a smile.

"Eat quickly, it won't taste good when it's cold. It took me a long time to make it, and I kept it for you."

He Jianqing stretched out his hand to pick up a so-called bun that looked like a flour ball, and took a bite without hesitation, as expected.He took a sip of tea calmly and asked:

"How are you today?"

Yu Xuan heard the meaning of his words, and said everything that he did today, and then said: "I talked to my father a lot, that's why I delayed, don't be angry."

He Jianqing was not angry at all, he was full of uneasiness, but he couldn't tell Yu Xuan these things, he could only say: "I'm not angry, I should spend more time with your father, it's all because of me, I have no right to be angry."

Yu Xuan hurriedly turned around to face him, looked at his expression carefully, and said anxiously: "Don't be angry with yourself, it's been ten years, you should forget about it long ago. Besides, it was my fault at that time, It has nothing to do with you."

If he wanted to go out to play, tease He Jian lightly, and run away by himself, he was responsible for everything. He was taken away, except for the fact that the person who arrested him deserved to die, everything else was his own fault.

"No, it's my fault, if I drag you—"

Yu Xuan hurriedly took his hand, and retorted: "I told you not to talk like that, even if you hold me back, if someone else wants to catch me, they will always find a chance, right? Well, don't mention this Just thinking about it gives me a headache."

As expected, He Jianqing was distracted, raised his chin with his left hand, looked at him carefully and said, "Headache? What's going on? Did you get beaten last night?"

Of course, Yu Xuan said casually, pulled his hand down, and said, "No, I'm just talking nonsense." Then, with a smile on her face, "Look, I'm fine."

He Jian glanced at him lightly, squeezed the fingers in his palm heavily, and said, "You'll amuse me, huh?"

Yu Xuan shook his head violently: "No, no, it's all your fault. I said that the previous things have nothing to do with you, and you still insist on saying that."

He Jian took a deep breath and said, "Okay, let's not talk about it."

"Well, eat your buns quickly and eat them while they're hot—oh, you've messed them up." Yu Xuan turned around and saw the mess on the desk, and hurriedly got up and walked over, tidying it up while saying, "When you were young, you just threw it around like this. Why is it still like this now?"

He Jian turned his back to him lightly, did not speak, and the smile in his eyes was rippling.

Yu Xuan tidied up for a while, then quietly looked at He Jianqing's back.

When he woke up from a dream, the person in front of him already had a broad and solid back. How did he grow into his current appearance in those ten years that he has not yet remembered?And how much wind and rain have been blocked when I meet myself again ten years later.

He vaguely remembered that his hands were covered with his blood that day, and a blood hole was stabbed in that body——

"Oh." Yu Xuan yelled softly, feeling a sudden stabbing pain across his forehead.

He Jian quickly ran to his side, held his shoulders, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

The stinging pain dissipated in an instant. Yu Xuan shook his head and returned to normal. He blinked and said lightly to He Jian: "I'm fine, you—huh? You only ate half a bun, is it really bad?"

He Jianqing: "..."

Yu Xuan made a bitter face, lowered his head and silently took the letter paper spread out on the side and prepared to fold it: "Oh, sure enough, both Dad and Nian'er lied to me, it must be very tasty—huh? Guan Zhongyi? That fat man?" Brother, did he write a letter?"

He Jianqing was about to tell a white lie, when he heard him change the subject and talk about Guan Zhongyi, he said by the way: "Yes, do you still remember him?"

Yu Xuan nodded, put away the letter, tidied it together, and said, "Of course I remember, he often asks you to drink, and says I look like—" He didn't speak.

Naturally, He Jianqing also thought of Guan Zhongyi's unrestrained words, stroked the top of Yu Xuan's head, suppressed the turmoil in his heart, went to pick up the remaining half of the steamed stuffed bun, ate it, and moistened his mouth with a sip of tea.

After Yu Xuan cleaned up, he stretched out his arms. When he turned his head, He Jianqing had already eaten all five buns. He was happy and guilty at the same time, thinking in his heart that he would never make a fool of himself again.

He Jianqing didn't know that this might be the last time he could eat dim sum made by Yu Xuan himself, and he was thinking about whether he should bring up the question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time.

Yu Xuan walked over to the desk and came back to sit beside him, took a few sips of tea, and said:

"Brother Xiaohe..." After he finished calling, he lowered his head embarrassingly, and said in embarrassment, "Ah, it seems weird, what should I call you?"

He Jianqing didn't expect him to be troubled by this, but hearing this title again now was the result of waiting for ten years and looking forward to it for ten years. If he had to change the title, he still felt a little bit reluctant in his heart.

"You can call it whatever you want, it doesn't matter."

Yu Xuan raised her head happily and said, "Let's call you Brother He, okay?"

"...Okay." He Jian smiled lightly and sighed inwardly.

What can I do?

If he goes away for ten years and never returns, how many more decades can he leave for him in the future?