cross me with love

The moment He Tangxi saw He Peizhuo, he was fully awake.

Although he was awake, he didn't have enough sleep, and the pain in his head reminded him of the fact that he still needed sleep.

He Tangxi washed up silently and quickly. He stroked his wet hair and looked at himself in the mirror.

Because of staying up late, there are black eye circles, bloodshot eyes, pale, bloodless lips—a young, but still haggard face.

He opened the closet and picked out a pure black coat from the innermost side without the slightest hesitation.

He went downstairs, but found that He Peizhuo was not in the living room.

He Tangxi walked out of the door, walked to the pure black Maybach parked at the door, then quickly opened the rear door and got in.

He Peizhuo was sitting in the car.Special Assistant Zhang was sitting on the co-pilot, he turned his head to look over, and He Tangxi nodded slightly to him: "Hello, Uncle Zhang."

Zhang Tezhu also smiled at him. He seemed to want to say something, but in the end he chose to remain silent.

He Peizhuo and He Tangxi sat on opposite sides, and the father and son hadn't spoken to each other since the brief two sentences in the morning.

He Peizhuo pretended to sleep with his eyes closed, while He Tangxi sat upright, with his lips tightly pressed, his eyes were looking straight ahead, without turning his head at all.

The car turned up the mountain, tall trees passed by one after another outside the car window, and the atmosphere inside the car became more stagnant and dull.

After ten minutes, the car stopped.

He Peizhuo and He Tangxi both got out of the car, the sun had already risen high and hung in the sky, the sun was so hot that it only took a short while for He Tangxi's cheeks to turn red.

But as if he couldn't feel the heat, he stood with He Peizhuo, and the two of them looked at the huge plaque in front of them in unison, which read - Yong'an Cemetery.

The cemetery, that is, the cemetery.

"Go in." After a while, He Peizhuo said in a deep voice.

He Tangxi silently followed behind He Peizhuo, and Zhang Tezhuo followed them far away.

After a while they reached their destination.

Without He Peizhuo opening his mouth, He Tangxi was already kneeling in front of the tombstone. There were fresh white chrysanthemums and yellow chrysanthemums on the ground. There was not a trace of dust on the tombstone. The woman in the photo was smiling slightly.

He looked up and stared blankly at the picture of the woman in front of him.

A face very similar to his, with the same face shape and the same eyes, and even the curvature of the corner of the mouth when smiling is exactly the same.

It's his, mom.

The woman in the photo is very gentle, with gentle eyes and a gentle smile, just looking at it is a pity.

It's a pity that fate is impermanent, it's a pity that God is unfair, it's a pity that the beautiful woman is unlucky, and it's a pity that the youngest son is innocent.

Sometimes the blood relationship is really wonderful, although he has never been in contact with it before, but every time he sees a woman's face, he unconsciously feels sad in his heart.

He Tangxi knelt there, thinking endlessly, if his mother hadn't died, would their family be different.

He had heard Uncle Lin talk about what their house looked like before.

Mom was still there at that time.

She has a gentle and generous personality, but she is not in good health and cannot work, so she can only stay at home.Even if she can only stay at home, my mother is not idle. She is a very romantic woman who likes to decorate the home, likes to bake, likes to draw and craft.

Now the decorations and furnishings at home still have the shadow of when my mother was there.

Although my father looks unapproachable, he goes home every day, and every time he goes home, he will bring a bouquet of roses to his mother. At home, they will watch TV together, cook together, and mow the lawn together if mother is still there.

Then she will definitely be like Aunt Xu, who will cook pear soup for him, make delicious cakes for him, and may also nag him and scold him when she gets angry.If mom was still there, dad wouldn't blame him for angering him, wouldn't use work to numb himself every day, wouldn't leave him alone at home and ignore him.

Dad is a bit strict but caring for the family, and mother is gentle and sentimental, so he will have a very happy childhood.

They will be a very happy family.

Wouldn’t it have been fine if he hadn’t been born, wouldn’t it have been fine if we insisted on getting rid of him?

He Tangxi's eyes were a little moist. He would think about these words every year, but his emotions were different every year.

It used to be wronged and angry, but now it is sad and bewildered.

He also knows that his thoughts are very meaningless, that time will not turn back and fantasy will not come true, but he just can't help thinking about it.

He Peizhuo took out a bouquet of roses and placed them in front of the tombstone.

The bright red roses set off the face of the woman in the photo more vividly.

He said to He Tangxi, "Kowtow to mom."

Without hesitation, He Tangxi solemnly kowtowed three times to his mother's photo.

The ground looks clean, but there are still some very fine gravel on it.He Tangxi was still knocking hard, and he could hear the dull sound when his forehead touched the ground, and his forehead was painfully ground by the small gravel, which was a fine and continuous pain.

After knocking, He Tangxi felt that his forehead should be bleeding, but He Peizhuo didn't look at him, he said, "I want to be alone with her for a while."

He Tangxi walked for a while, then turned around.

He saw He Peizhuo resting his head on the tombstone, talking softly to the woman in the photo.

He Tangxi felt sad.

He is only 14 years old, and he already understands the feeling of sadness.

To be honest, he hated his father before, and he hates him now, but the hatred is not as strong.

He has very complicated feelings for He Peizhuo, and he hopes to get his care, but this hope is wiped out in the day-to-day expectations and disappointments.

He Peizhuo also hated him, hated him for taking the life of his beloved wife, hated him for ruining his happy life.But he was also very entangled in hatred, so he could only ignore him, and if he didn't meet him, the hatred in his heart would not be aroused.

Although he and He Peizhuo are father and son in blood and law, they are actually like strangers.

In fact, this is not bad.

Zhang Tezhu stood under a big tree and waited. Seeing He Tangxi approaching, he hurried forward to meet him.

He saw the wound on He Tangxi's forehead, but he wasn't surprised. He took out a bottle of mineral water, took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, and said, "Rinse with clean water first, and then apply some iodophor to disinfect when you go back."

He Tangxi took it over.The tissue was soaked in water and applied to his forehead, which felt strangely cold. He took off the tissue and took a look. It was covered with dust, a few small gravels, and faint red blood streaks.

"Uncle Zhang," He Tangxi said suddenly, "Did you tell my dad about it?"

He was asking about the phone call from the teacher in charge.

Special assistant Zhang also reacted.The teacher said on the phone that He Tangxi's grades had dropped sharply and that he hadn't been concentrating on his studies recently. He asked the parents to communicate with their children and quickly help him change his attitude towards learning.

"I said it." Zhang Tezhu nodded quickly, and he told He Peizhuo immediately after the meeting.

"Then he didn't say anything?"

Zhang Tezhu couldn't bear it, but he still chose to tell him the truth.

"No."

"Oh." He Tangxi replied calmly.

I knew this was the result a long time ago, and I didn't feel very sad.

Seeing He Tangxi's expression, Special Assistant Zhang felt a little sorry.He Tangxi is still a child, and a child of his age should be happy every day, but he always shows this big man's expression, as if he has seen through everything and doesn't care about anything.

He subconsciously found something to explain to He Tangxi: "Actually, it's also because Mr. He recently..."

Before he finished speaking, He Peizhuo had already walked over, so Special Assistant Zhang had no choice but to shut up.

Still silent on the way back.

After leaving He Tangxi at the door of the house, the car drove away directly. He Peizhuo didn't want to stay here. He booked a plane ticket for the afternoon and flew directly to other places for work.

He met He Tangxi very few times a year, and each time he met, he only had a few words.

He Tangxi has long been used to it.

Habits are habits, but you should be sad or you will be sad.

The house seemed to be getting colder. He Tangxi was lying on the bed with his arms resting on his forehead, and his pure black coat had been casually thrown on the ground.

His head still hurts badly, the dull pain from the back of his head is intertwined with the pain in the skin and flesh of his forehead, making him sleepy and unable to fall asleep.

He Tangxi curled up sideways on the bed.

He feels selfish and hypocritical.Everyone only remembers that today is the anniversary of their mother's death, but they don't know that today is also his birthday.

He also wants someone to say happy birthday to him.

No presents, no cakes, no celebratory parties, just a word, a word.

By the way, in the past, Lin Jingyu would help him celebrate his birthday, buy him a small cake, put candles on it, and sing him a happy birthday song, but now they have become like this.

I guess he won't come either.

He will definitely not come.

He Tangxi curled up on the bed and fell asleep without knowing it.

Vaguely he seemed to hear the doorbell.The sound was far away, but it kept ringing without stopping.

He frowned and turned over, but the voice continued to drill into his ears like a ghost.

He Tangxi opened his eyes suddenly, and it took him 2 minutes to wake up. After his consciousness returned to the cage, he heard the doorbell again.

It's not a dream, someone is really knocking on the door.

He Tangxi went downstairs with bare feet and opened the door for the visitor.

It was already evening, who would come to his house now?Eberon?He never mentioned his birthday to Yi Beirong.

He Tangxi opened the door.

Lin Jingyu stood outside the door.

He carried a box in his hand, not big, square, with cute logos and patterns printed on it—it was a cake box.

He Tangxi was stunned, he stared blankly at Lin Jingyu in front of him with his mouth slightly open.

"Brother, why do you..."

He thought that Lin Jingyu would not come today.

Lin Jingyu's gaze fell on He Tangxi's forehead, he knew what day it was, and of course he also knew how the injury on He Tangxi's forehead came about.

He frowned and asked him, "Is the wound treated and disinfected?"

He Tangxi shook his head blankly: "No, I just washed it with clean water."

Lin Jingyu's frown deepened, he handed the cake box to He Tangxi, and said to him, "I'll go back and get the medicine box, just wait for me."

He Tangxi obediently carried the box and stood at the door waiting.

Lin Jingyu came back within a few minutes.When he saw He Tangxi who was still standing at the door, he was angry and funny, and asked him.

"Don't you know to go in and wait? The wind is so strong, are you afraid of catching a cold?"

He Tangxi was still dumbfounded, he shook his head: "I forgot."

This really made Lin Jingyu laugh angrily. After taking the cake box, he went to hold He Tangxi's hand, and led him into the house.

Talk while walking.

"Tangtang, why are you so stupid?"