cross me with love

After that "encounter" by chance, He Tangxi no longer went to Lin Jingyu's school to look for him.

Encounter once is enough, any more may be annoying.

Now He Tangxi is trembling with all the things about Lin Jingyu like walking on thin ice, unwilling or daring to take any risks.

Can't go to school to find Lin Jingyu, He Tangxi has other ways to pass the time.

He set up his drawing board again in the corner of the room.

He Tangxi is talented in art and loves to draw. He has already done a good job of painting by himself, but He Tangxi felt that it was not enough. He signed up for a painting class, took a car to go to class on weekends, and drew in the corner when he returned home. .

As a result, his life has been enriched a lot.

Ever since Lin Jingyu went to college, He Tangxi has lived a very lonely life. He still looks happy and carefree in front of others. When he returns home and is alone, he doesn't like to laugh or talk much. Sitting in a corner and drawing.

Xiang Jiashi felt that if He Tangxi continued like this, he would definitely have psychological problems.

He was the one who knew the matter between He Tangxi and Lin Jingyu the best, but Xiang Jiashi didn't know the twists and turns between them. Puzzled, he knew the reason when he saw He Tangxi's distraught look at the beginning of school.

It must be He Tangxi who was cowardly. When the situation came to an end, he flinched and dared not do it anymore. When it was over, he regretted how he hadn't been brave. In the end, he could only sigh here and hurt the spring and the autumn.

Xiang Jiashi hated He Tangxi's appearance, he didn't laugh or cry, but he couldn't say anything serious when he saw He Tangxi like this, and in the end he was angry with himself.

"Why is this expression again? Didn't Lin Jingyu come back this weekend? He even took you to the movies, what else are you unhappy about?" Xiang Jiashi still couldn't hold back a sour expression on He Tangxi.

He Tangxi was lying on the railing, the wind blew over and messed up his hair, he turned his head to look at Xiang Jiashi.At this moment, Xiang Jiashi felt that he was very pitiful, and he regretted asking this question.

"It was their university club dinner, and they brought me along." He Tangxi said calmly.

Lin Jingyu is getting more and more busy. His college life is very fulfilling. He has things to do on weekends. What kind of group work, club activities, modeling competitions are messed up, and he doesn’t come back so often. He is so busy, he has his own life and his own friends , and all these friends like him.

The look in He Tangxi's eyes dimmed a bit.

"You" opened his mouth to Jiashi but didn't know what to say. He seemed to understand He Tangxi's mood, but he didn't understand it that way.

"In fact, everyone has their own things to do, and there is no need to force them too much." He comforted He Tangxi dryly.

"That..." Xiang Jiashi thought of another argument, "It's also possible, you don't actually like him that much, you just mistook dependence or other feelings for liking?"

He Tangxi shook his head, he said, "No."

He has thought about this before, and he is also afraid that he will make a mistake and mistake other feelings for love, but in fact love is different from other feelings, and love is difficult to describe.

Love is wanting to touch, to possess, to hold hands, to hug, to be with him until old age, this description is correct, but He Tangxi thinks that love is entangled or withdrawn, and it is carefully cared for in every possible way, wanting to be known but afraid of being known.

Love is wanting to touch and then withdrawing.

It is love that makes him so timid, it is love that makes him want but dare not want it, it is love that makes him struggle repeatedly in tangled pain, it is love that makes him so sad.

If this isn't love, then he doesn't know what is.

"Okay." Xiang Jiashi shut his mouth knowingly, and after 2 minutes of silence, he couldn't help asking again, "Then what are you going to do?"

"That's all it takes?"

He Tangxi didn't speak, and he didn't know what to do.

"Let's do this first, and we'll make further plans after graduating from high school."

Xiang Jiashi said sourly again: "There are still a few years before graduation, what if Lin Jingyu" He Tangxi cut him off before he finished speaking: "No."

He Tangxi said firmly: "He promised me that he would not fall in love."

When He Tangxi was a sophomore in high school, He Peizhuo shifted his business focus from abroad to China.

He also moved back to the He residence. Of course, He Tangxi would not pretend to think that it was because of his college entrance examination, he knew himself.

The father and son live under the same roof but are more indifferent than ordinary roommates, like two strangers who have to squeeze into the same room, and there is an embarrassment of looking down and not looking up.

But there are not many such embarrassing moments. He Tangxi goes to school early and returns late, and He Peizhuo also leaves early and returns late to work. Sometimes we meet in the living room, and it is just a couple of pleasantries, saying "good morning Dad" or "good night".

He Peizhuo always gave a cold "hmm".

Of course, he was not always indifferent, occasionally he would ask He Tangxi with concern: "Is your health better?"

He Tangxi's answer was polite and distant: "It's much better."

He Peizhuo looked at the kid in front of him who was about to catch up with him, and suddenly felt a little bit emotional in his heart, time flies by like a flash, in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed.

He Tangxi raised his head, and the same eyebrows and eyes as his wife came into his vision, and He Peizhuo recalled the past in a trance.

At that time, his wife had already decided to give birth to the child. She sat beside him and stroked his belly with a peaceful face and gentle eyes.He took a storybook and told stories to the small residents in his wife's stomach for prenatal education. After the story was finished, he would lean over to listen to the movement of the child in his stomach.

He would softly say to the child in his belly: "Tangxi, is this a good story? Dad told it to you."

I had expectations for this child before. Before he was born, he also heard his heartbeat, prepared clothes and toys for him, thought about being a good father, and wanted to love him well.

He Peizhuo stretched out his hand to touch He Tangxi's cheek, but he stretched his hand half way but dropped it.

He patted He Tangxi on the shoulder: "As long as you are fine."

He Tangxi's body suddenly stiffened, and the smile on his face was also a little stagnant.

The atmosphere became inexplicably awkward, and both of them felt a little uncomfortable.

The care came too late, and I didn't know how to care.There is nothing to make up, and there is no need to make up.

Emotionally, there is no such thing as a "remedy after a sheep is replaced by a sheep after a dead sheep". Ignoring is ignoring, hurting is hurting, and it is impossible to heal the cracks that have already occurred.

He Tangxi understands this truth, and He Peizhuo naturally understands it too.

It's better to keep the status quo, both of them are comfortable.

He Tangxi is very talented in painting. The teacher who taught him painting liked He Tangxi very much and tried his best to persuade He Tangxi to take the art examination to learn art.

The teacher persuaded him a few times, and He Tangxi was also a little moved.Counting carefully, there are only two favorites in his short ten-year life, one is Lin Jingyu, and the other is painting.

Some people study art because they want to take a shortcut to get into a good university, and some people really like art.He Tangxi's grades are not bad, and he can get into a very good school by directly taking the college entrance examination, but he wants to study art, painting, and art examination.

"You still need to discuss this matter with your parents." The teacher always sighed at the end. "The two of us can't make decisions about this matter, and we can't take care of it."

After all, he still couldn't get around the hurdle of He Peizhuo.

Taking advantage of He Peizhuo's stay at home, He Tangxi stopped him and explained his thoughts to him after hesitating for a moment.

"Dad, I want to take the art test and learn to draw."

He Peizhuo frowned, and asked again as if uncertain: "You said you want an art test?"

He Tangxi nodded, he had never talked to He Peizhuo like this, and he felt guilty, but he really wanted to take the art test and do what he liked.

He Peizhuo knew that He Tangxi went out to learn painting on weekends. He didn't say it was because He Tangxi got good grades. These things can be used as hobbies to cultivate one's self-cultivation, but now he seriously says that he wants to take an art exam to learn art. How can this be possible!

Although the relationship between the two is cold, in the end He Tangxi is his son, his only son, and all his business property will be left to him in the future.If you study art, can you manage the company and see the stock price if you study art?

"Tell me again what you want to do?" He Peizhuo's tone was cold.

He Tangxi was also afraid, but he still bite the bullet and said, "I want to take an art test and learn to draw."

"No." He Peizhuo gave the verdict bluntly.

"Why?" He Tangxi was in a hurry, and all his concerns were forgotten the moment he heard the answer. He raised his eyes to look at He Peizhuo, and said quickly, "I like painting very much, and I want to learn how to draw. Huahua wants to take the art test, why not?"

"Didn't you go to learn painting every weekend? Did I stop you?" He Peizhuo asked him calmly, "Since you can learn it usually, why do you have to take the art test? It's not like you can't pass the university entrance exam."

"This is different." He Tangxi lowered his head and argued, "This is not the same at all."

"It's nothing different." He Peizhuo said, "Don't mention this matter in the future, it's meaningless."

He got up and wanted to leave: "I have a meeting in the afternoon, and I won't go home tonight."

"Then what should I learn?" He lowered his head, his voice was very low, his tone seemed to be questioning, but also seemed to be a simple question, "What do you want me to do?"

"Finance, economy, management, whatever you want." He Peizhuo heard the dissatisfaction in He Tangxi's tone, but he didn't care.

He Peizhuo had always thought that He Tangxi was a good and obedient child. He thought it was over like this, but when his aunt reported to him that He Tangxi hadn't eaten for two days, He Peizhuo realized that He Tangxi was an iron boy this time. I want to study art.

"Leave him alone." When He Peizhuo heard this, the first thing that came to He Peizhuo's heart was anger, "He likes to eat or not, as long as he can't die."

But the auntie was full of worry: "Tangtang didn't eat for two days, and his face was pale when he went out this morning. He was ill before, and he was not in good health. If this continues and drags him down, what should we do?"

He Peizhuo snorted coldly: "Let him go, the body belongs to him, if he doesn't worry about himself, what's the use of us worrying about it?"

Even though he said that, he asked Special Assistant Zhang to get Lin Jingyu's phone number when he went down, and then called him.

He Tangxi was so determined this time that he threatened to protest with a hunger strike, so it was useless for him to say anything about this matter.

It's useless for him to talk, so there must be someone who can help persuade him.

Lin Jingyu is the best candidate.