Why did someone suddenly donate to Yan Chuyang, who has always been low-key, why did he choose to remain anonymous, why did he write to him, why did he say those words of encouragement that would make Yan Chuyang feel dependent.
At first, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that he might be a low-key stranger. Kanyan Chuyang was in a difficult situation at that time, and he was kind at the moment, so he chose to donate anonymously.
But that ray of hope was dashed.
It turned out to be Song Huaiqi. He buried such a hole and pulled such a long line just to catch the fish Yan Chuyang.
What about anonymous donations, what about writing encouraging letters, these are all for the purpose of getting more moved when telling Yan Chuyang in the future.
In fact, his goal has been achieved, Yan Chuyang has already said in his diary that he has already started to rely on him at that time.
If Song Huaiqi chooses to tell Yan Chuyang about the donation now, tell him, I was the one who helped you five years ago, and I was the one who saved your grandma, and I was the one who stood by you through the most difficult period Days, I look at you, accompany you, write to you, tell you to persevere, everything is me, so what will happen
Yan Chuyang will definitely like him, after all, at the beginning, his liking stems from his gratitude to Song Huaiqi.
He would confess to him just because of a misunderstanding.
He misunderstood, he thought he was the one who donated money, that's why he said he liked him.
Actually, what he likes... should be Song Huaiqi.
The man leaned back on the sofa chair with a thud, staring at a point in the air with unfocused eyes.
After being silent for a long time, Wei Qing gently raised his hand, and looked at the page of the diary that was already clenched tightly in his hand, which was almost turned into paper foam.
Just as he was in a daze, the door slammed open.
The man's eyes flickered, he quickly stuffed the ball of paper into his trouser pocket, and stuffed the gray notebook back under the sofa pillow.
Yan Chuyang stood outside the door, leaning on the wall to change his slippers, and lowered his head and shouted, "I really regret it to death, do you know how congested the bus is? It stops and stops along the way."
Wei Qing didn't speak, just sat on the sofa.
Yan Chuyang walked to the edge of the sofa with his slippers on, threw the canvas bag on his back on the floor, and lay down on the man habitually.
Wei Qing stiffened his back, and stared at the top of the boy's head out of focus.
Yan Chuyang hugged the man's waist, buried his face in his chest and said sullenly: "I called you when I came back soon, why didn't you answer?"
Wei Qing rolled his eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "The phone was accidentally dropped."
Yan Chuyang sighed: "Do you know how hot it is outside? After getting off the bus, in order to go home quickly, I ran all the way back. People who haven't sweated for 800 years are all sweaty. I don't believe you." touch."
Yan Chuyang grabbed Wei Qing's hand, wanting him to touch the thin layer of sweat on his lower abdomen, but just as he touched the back of the man's hand, he was pushed out vigorously.
Yan Chuyang was unprepared, exclaimed, and fell backwards.
The man suddenly stood up from the sofa, and stretched out his hand to pull him, but in the end he couldn't get close.
Yan Chuyang fell to the ground, subconsciously supported the floor with his hands, and the glass screen of the mobile phone that was smashed into pieces just now stuck into the palm of his hand impartially
The sharp pain spread along the palm, but Yan Chuyang didn't feel anything, just raised his head in a daze, looking at the person in front of him who suddenly got angry with him.
During the four months of marriage, Wei Qing never touched his finger, not even by accident.
It was the first time he pushed him so hard.
Moreover, the two of them were very close, when he fell, Wei Qing obviously had a chance to catch him, but he didn't.
He saw it with his own eyes, Wei Qing took his hand back, and he chose to let him fall.
He wanted to throw him on purpose.
The coolness rose from the soles of the feet, and Yan Chuyang actually felt that the bottom of his heart was cold and a little scared.
"You... what's wrong with you?" There was a long silence, and finally, the boy broke the silence.
Wei Qing's eyes flickered, he turned his head to avoid the boy's direct gaze, looked to the side and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
Not intentional? Yan Chuyang glanced at the hand the man withdrew just now, said oh expressionlessly, stood up carefully from the ground, brushed off the glass shards on the palm of his hand numbly, clenched his fists, and hid the wound.
Wei Qing walked over, looked at the boy up and down and said, "Is it all right, did you fall somewhere?"
Yan Chuyang shook his head: "It's okay."
Wei Qing resisted the urge to drag him over for a good inspection, frowned and said, "If you're fine, go upstairs and rest."
"But I haven't had dinner yet..."
"I'll do it in a while, and I'll send you upstairs when I'm done."
"But I want to watch you do it downstairs."
"Yan Chuyang..."
"Do you think you can't bear me?" The boy interrupted him suddenly, staring coldly at the man in front of him, "Now you just let me stand by and watch you cook, are you starting to feel unbearable?"
Wei Qing's jaw tightened, and his voice was cold and authentic: "I didn't mean that, don't think about it."
"But you never talked to me like this before." Yan Chuyang clenched his fists and said with a trembling voice, "No matter what happened in the past, whether we were angry or quarreling, you never avoided your eyes like this Don't look at me."
"I'm just a little tired."
"Because you're tired, do you now treat me as a stranger and want to keep me out of your world?"
The man's face suddenly sank: "Don't talk nonsense here!"
The three words "stranger" really pierced Wei Qing's heart.
Actually, from another point of view, isn't he a stranger here at Yan Chuyang
To put it bluntly, he is just a stand-in, Song Huaiqi's stand-in.
Yan Chuyang unilaterally regarded him as the anonymous person who helped him back then, and he would marry him and like him, wasn't it because of that "donation" back then
If he hadn't misunderstood, if the truth were told to him, would he still like him