Time flies so fast that even winter is coming to an end.
During the Chinese New Year, Xia Xiqing did not return to Xia's family, which was not his home originally. Anyway, he was already used to spending the New Year alone and didn't think it mattered. But this time was different. Zhou Ziheng accompanied him until the twenty-ninth lunar month, the 30th day of the lunar new year, before going to the Xishan Villa.
The house is lively and full of people. Zhou Ziheng took off his scarf and down jacket and gave it to Aunt Hong. His father was entertaining relatives in the living room, and there was a young girl sitting next to him, as if some family had brought it. Zhou Ziheng took the initiative to say hello to him, and then went into the kitchen.
"mom."
Mother Zhou was scooping a spoonful of chicken soup from the casserole to taste. Just as her son came back, she hurriedly put the spoon to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "Hengheng, help me taste it, do you lack salt?" Zhou Ziheng blew He drank the soup twice and said, "It's delicious." He licked his lips, "Mom, how many days did your research institute have a vacation?"
"It's on the eighth day, but I have to go back early. There is a very important project that is still on hold. I'll make something delicious for you at home these days."
Seeing her mother very happy, Zhou Ziheng hugged her arm and asked tentatively, "Mom, who is outside?"
"Your dad's hair is young, he grew up in a courtyard house before." Mom took out the cut fruit, inserted a piece of dragon fruit with a toothpick and fed it to Zhou Ziheng's mouth. He quickly took the toothpick and asked again, "That What about the girl next to..."
"My baby girl." Mom laughed, as if deliberately teasing Zhou Ziheng, "How is it, isn't it beautiful?"
When it comes to the word "beautiful", Zhou Ziheng's mind is only Xia Xiqing, who is sitting quietly painting in front of the drawing board.
"Don't tell me kisses, what age are there, there are still such arranged marriages." Zhou Ziheng didn't realize that he was totally innocent here.
Zhou Mu glanced at him and closed the kitchen door, "Teasing you, saying so much." She lowered her head to cut the spring bamboo shoots. Zhou Ziheng wanted to help but couldn't get in, just like he couldn't get in either.
"Mom, I actually have..."
"I know what you are going to say." Mom raised her head, her face very calm, "Your sister-in-law told me."
"Sister-in-law? She..." Zhou Ziheng didn't expect that Jiang Yin would tell her mother that the news caught him off guard, "How could the sister-in-law..."
"I found something was wrong during the few days you were in confinement. After asking her several times, she was willing to tell me and let me keep it for you." Zhou Mu put the cut bamboo shoots in the chicken broth and covered the lid. "Although I don't know whether you were born or changed later." She looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "But if it is a whim, there is no need to say it."
"No." Zhou Ziheng immediately retorted, but he felt that his tone was a bit too radical, so he had to slow down a bit, "I didn't make a whim, I really like him. No way..." Zhou Ziheng was dissatisfied with his words. "I love him very much."
Mother Zhou put down the things in her hand and turned to look at Xiang Zhou Ziheng. She gave birth to him very early, and even now it seems that her face does not have too many traces of time, but a wise and mature beauty. She watched quietly for a while, as if trying to read the expression on her son's face.
"In fact, I was not very acceptable at the beginning. I couldn't sleep for several days and I regretted it. I felt that you shouldn't be allowed to enter that circle. You should study hard and do research like me. This is It's a natural thing."
She lowered her eyes, "But your sister-in-law told me with certainty that you were not influenced by the circle, you are still the past you, and you have become more complete. But even if she said that, I still can’t accept it, it’s not me. To deprive you of the right to like someone, this is beyond my imagination."
Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and opened his mouth. He wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. As a son, he really did not have the courage to show up.
"Compared to many people, our family is considered to be happy and happy. Although you have been in the show business since you were young, we have never neglected your education and care. I don't know which part of it went wrong." The mother's brows frowned slightly, as if bewildered.
Zhou Ziheng looked at her, and the confusion in the eyes of her mother hit a soft underbelly in Zhou Ziheng's heart. He was actually afraid of his mother being injured.
Zhou Ziheng is more afraid than whether she can accept it or not. She blames her lack of care for her liking for men.
This is not true, so Zhou Ziheng was afraid.
But the next second, the mother's brows stretched out, her eyes filled with relief.
"But then I figured it out."
She raised her head and reached out to touch Zhou Ziheng's cheek, "I didn't make a mistake, and neither did you."
"My son just likes one person. This person is just right and he is also a boy." She smiled, "The logic is actually very simple, right."
Zhou Ziheng's nose was sour. He actually had a lot to say, but at this moment his emotions had surpassed rational logical thinking. He did not expect that his mother had silently thought about his emotions so many days and nights. As a mother, she must have struggled and panicked. After all, she was not on the mainstream path.
But Zhou Ziheng has never taken the mainstream road since he was young.
The throat was blocked, and he paused for a long time before saying in a calm voice, "Mom, thank you."
"It's a big holiday, don't cry for me." She patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder, "Don't tell me about this at the dinner table today. Your father doesn't know anything, and he is impatient. We will discuss it long-term. If you are true I like people, and my mother will help you."
In fact, this was once the most tormented part of Zhou Ziheng. Although he had made the worst plans, he believed that the possibility of not being blessed by his family would not hurt him too much. As long as he did not lose Xia Xiqing, he could Sacrifice part of the completion.
However, for a child like him who has lived in a happy family since he was a child, the proportion of the family in his heart is so important.
He is willing to give up this important part, and he has made this psychological preparation. But now, this important part tells him in turn that you are not wrong.
You will not lose me.
At this moment, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was the happiest person in the world.
Zhou Ziheng rushed back to Haidian early in the early morning of the first day of the lunar new year. His mother specially gave him a lot of supplements, nominally for him, but when he left, she kept winking, "Say happy new year for me."
Father Zhou, who came out with him to send him away, still looked inexplicable, "Who would you like to say a happy new year?"
The mother and son said in unison, "Tell you~"
Before returning home, Zhou Ziheng thought that Xia Xiqing must be sleeping. When he opened the door and found that he was not in his home, he ran back to the door and opened the door of his house. He saw Xia Xiqing standing on a chair cleaning the floor-to-ceiling windows and heard the sound of opening the door. Overdone, "Why did you come back so early?"
Zhou Ziheng put down the tonic and rushed over, hugged Xia Xiqing's legs, and met his strong resistance, "What are you doing, I'm working."
"Why are you so hardworking, my little painter." Zhou Ziheng hugged him from the chair and turned around before putting it down. He pressed his shoulder and kissed him on the cheek.
"Neurotic." Xia Xiqing wiped his face in disgust, looked at his shoes and couldn't help cursing, "Why did you come in wearing your shoes? Go out and change your shoes. I'm annoying you."
Zhou Ziheng spit out his tongue, then ran back to the hallway to change his shoes obediently. Regarding what his mother knew, he wanted to wait until everything was done before telling Xia Xiqing, lest he worry.
"I won't buy such a big house in the future. I will be exhausted from cleaning." Xia Xiqing sat on the floor and unscrewed a bottle of water.
Hearing what he said about buying a house in the future, Zhou Ziheng felt inexplicably poking his heart, as if the future scene suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Auntie Baojie." Zhou Ziheng walked over and sat down, holding him in his arms.
Xia Xiqing's eyes were empty, as if he was really tired, and he spoke slowly, like an exhausted little cat, "I have to clean it myself during the Chinese New Year."
"You are too cute."
"Go away, you are cute."
"It's the cutest thing that doesn't admit that you are cute!"
"... Looking for a fight during the New Year, right?"
The two were arguing, and a phone call came in, and it was Xia Zhixu who asked them to eat over. Xia Xiqing hadn't promised yet, but Zhou Ziheng was very happy. He kept interrupting beside him. Xia Xiqing didn't know anything, but agreed. The two moved separately and entered through different gates of the community where Xia Zhixu lived, and arrived at his house.
"Like Mission Impossible, your love relationship is not easy." Xia Zhixu opened the door to Zhou Ziheng who arrived later. Zhou Ziheng took off his hat and mask and walked in. He saw Xia Xiqing, who had been there for a while, sitting in the dining room. Help Xu Qichen make dumplings on his table.
"Brother Ziheng!"
Before he could react, a figure rushed over and hugged him, like a small bomb. He looked down, isn't this Xia Xiuze, "Are you here too?"
"Yeah, I am also Xia Zhixu..." Halfway through the conversation, Xia Zhixu kicked him in the calf and kicked him back. "Hey, I heard that my brother is coming, so I just kicked him. Come here."
Zhou Ziheng smiled and walked to Xia Xiqing's side, "Is this the dumpling you made? There is no artistry at all."
Xia Xi gave him a clean look, "I think you are just looking for a fight."
Originally, he was not a good cook, and making dumplings was stuffed one by one. So Xian had to ask Zhou Ziheng to take his place and help Xu Qichen make dumplings. Xia Zhixu was playing games with Xia Xiuze, but Xia Xiuze lost every game, and Xia Xiqing was about to roll up his sleeves, "Can you do it
Xia Xiuze narrowed his mouth and moved his ass, "Then you can win it back for me."
"Don't worry." Xia Xiqing grabbed the handle, "Look at my brother, I will kill a piece of armor without leaving it."
Xia Zhixu snorted, "Don't set a flag for yourself. After Chen let go, we will have a three-person game."
"Come on."
"What if I lose?"
"It's up to you."
Xia Xiu Zedong, who had nothing to do, looked around and found that the boxes in the corner of the living room were piled up with Lao Gao, "Zhi Xu... Brother, what is this?"
Hearing his elder brother call, Xia Zhixu turned around and explained, "My mother asked me to move from home two days ago, saying that there is no place for the old things."
"Old things?" Xia Xiuze chuckled, sitting cross-legged on the ground and began to pick and choose, "I like old things the most."
"Then you pick and choose, if you like, you can bring it back."
"Um!"
In fact, there is nothing special. Most of them are hard drives from Xia Zhixu, and some books are basically programming and physics related. Xia Xiuze turned to the bottom and found a big photo album.
"Wow, a lot of pictures of you when you were a kid."
Xu Qichen quickly wrapped the last one, washed his hands and ran over, "I want to see."
"Brother Chenchen, haven't you seen it?" Xia Xiuze asked, turning his head.
Xu Qichen shook his head, "Some have read it, but this one doesn't seem to be there." He looked down at the old yellowed photo, "I know that your tiger teeth were too obvious when you were a child. Why did you change your teeth?" He went again. I flipped back and found a group photo of two children, both three or four years old, with glutinous rice dumplings, sitting next to each other on a small bench.
Xu Qichen was a little confused, "Is this your brother next to him? It doesn't seem to be that small." He held up the album for Xia Zhixu to look at. Xia Zhixu glanced at him, "That's Xia Xiqing."
"You two looked like when you were young, more like your brothers." Xu Qichen added in a low voice, bumping Xia Xiuze's shoulder, "but your brother is more beautiful, right?"
Xia Xiuze nodded and said in a low voice, "My brother was like a girl when he was young."
"Can you say that again?!"
"I didn't say anything!" Xia Xiuze hid beside Xu Qichen like a mouse, lowered his head and flipped back the album.
Zhou Ziheng heard them talking from a long distance, and wanted to go over and look at it, but there were still a few skins left unpacked, so he speeded up his actions, and finally wrapped the last dumpling, neatly packed, and quickly washed his hands and walked to the living room. .
"Hey wait, who is this one?" Xu Qichen grabbed one of them and no one Xia Xiuze turned it over, then pointed to the person on it, "Who is this little girl?"
Zhou Ziheng sat down next to Xu Qichen, and when he saw the picture of his finger, his heart suddenly jumped twice.
Suddenly, my childhood ignorant and vague memories flashed through my mind.
A girl in a white dress handed him the white rose in her hand, "Take it, don't cry. I'll take you to find your mother."
"I..." Little Zhou Ziheng cried so much, "My mother is not here."
The girl's footsteps paused, "Really? My mother is not here anymore..."
The six-year-old boy hugged his leg, tears streaming down his face, "Sister, I'm scared. Many people look at me and I want to cry."
"I'm not my sister," he pulled Zhou Ziheng away and squatted down to hold his shoulders, "Also, don't be afraid."
"It's nothing to be afraid of."
Pulling away from the memory, Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat couldn't calm down. The face that was washed away by time in the memory became blurred, and gradually merged with the girl in the album.
"Who is this?"
Xia Xiqing’s ruthless words became true. Xia Zhixu really lost. He simply dropped the handle in his hand, walked over and picked up the album, squinted at it, and suddenly laughed, "Hahaha, you Xia Xiqing Look! Your beautiful black history!"
"What the hell..." Xia Xiqing was still immersed in the excitement of winning the game. Seeing him so happy was a bit inexplicable. When I walked over, I saw a girl in a white dress with black hair at waist length. The photo was not very clear, but the background behind it was Xia Zhixu's family.
Xia Zhixu seemed to have gotten a baby and gave it childishly to everyone onlookers. "I tell you whether this is the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. Anyway, it is the summer vacation. I, Xia Xiqing and Chen Fang, we three play games together. He lost three sets in a row, and we were forced to wear my mother’s skirt. My mother helped us dress him up. It’s not beautiful ha ha ha ha.”
Xia Xiqing glanced at him disgustingly, "What the hell, there is no such thing at all, just slap you."
"Really, the physical evidence is here and the evidence will arrive in a while! Your memory is too bad, you don't remember such important things."
"My hippocampus has his own thoughts, and I don't remember any shameful things." Xia Xi gave him a clear look, but on his side saw Zhou Ziheng staring at the photo. He kicked Zhou Ziheng's plate with his foot. Leg, "Hey, don't look at it."
Zhou Ziheng suddenly raised his head, carefully examined Xia Xiqing's face, then looked down at the photo, and repeated it several times.
"Let you not look at it, why don't you watch it." Xia Xi was about to grab the album, but she was suddenly hugged by Zhou Ziheng, "You are the girl!"
Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Who is a girl! Tell me well!"
Zhou Ziheng anxiously asked Xia Zhixu for confirmation, "Did you go to a park at that time?"
"Yes! My mother took us to Zhongshan Park." Xia Zhixu sat on the sofa and laughed, grabbing Xu Qichen's hand and rubbing his belly. "But then he didn't know where to go by himself. I finally found him after going around for a long time. I thought he was autistic at the time, and Xia Xiqing, the big lady of women's clothing, hahaha."
what.
Why didn't he have any impression at all? Could it be that his childhood was too miserable and he had selectively forgotten so many things
However, looking back on the past, all Xia Xiqing can remember is pain and torture, and there is not much happiness. He didn't even remember what women's clothing boss was.
But thinking about it carefully, some pictures flashed in Xia Xiqing's mind. In the small playground in the park, the lawn under the roller coaster, a child who was crying and stammering did not let him go.
No wonder he always felt that Zhou Ziheng was familiar with him when he was a child.
"It wouldn't be so coincidental..."
Zhou Ziheng’s face was excited that could not be concealed. “My first movie was filmed in Hankou. Last time I wanted to go to the park to have a look, but I didn’t mention it because I was afraid that you were upset.”
Xu Qichen, who has been listening to a few people's conversations, tried to figure out his ideas, "Wait a minute, so you met when you were young?"
"He is the elder sister I liked when I was young." Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, and Xia Xiqing broke his hand and held his forehead. "What sister... Oh, my headache."
"Yes! I was lost in the park. He folded roses for me with paper." Zhou Ziheng didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He could hardly believe that the young lady was actually Xia Xiqing. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, "Can you still stack it now?"
"It seems..." Xia Xiqing pulled a piece of paper and lowered his head, "I will try..."
"I rely on Xia Xiqing, you have been delaying people since how old you were."
"Tsk tusk, I don't dare to write a novel like that..."
"Brother, you look good in your skirt!"
"To shut up… "
The room became a mess, only Zhou Ziheng did not say a word, he felt that he was dreaming. The whole person was dizzy, as if flying into the clouds. There is nothing happier than this.
At the beginning, the unforgettable glance of Jinghong, after going around for fifteen years, he returned to his side unexpectedly.
It turns out that the so-called white rose is the red rose in front of me.
"You are my first love."
This sentence fell on Xia Xiqing's ears lightly like a feather. He hung his head, and those memories lost in the long river of time seemed to be really recovering little by little. The weeping little dumpling turned out to be the person in front of him. .
"What..." Xia Xiqing muttered quietly, "I have been eating my own jealousy for a long time."
Lifting their heads and looking at each other, the two of them couldn't help laughing.
"I hated you so much at the beginning," Zhou Ziheng also felt amused. "Why didn't I recognize you the first time I saw you? I'm so stupid."
Thinking back to his first encounter with tit-for-tat, Zhou Ziheng was full of regret.
"I forgive you." Xia Xiqing squeezed his chin and smiled proudly. "It's because you have a crush on me for so long."
so far so good.
They did not miss it.
Xia Xiqing smiled and placed a folded paper rose in Zhou Ziheng's palm.
The crying child stumbled over from the fog of time, and hit him with the spring breeze.
Tears turned into soft kisses, childishness turned into enthusiasm.
He hugged him, who had been holding his teeth for many years, and patted him gently on the back.
This time it was his turn to say, don't be afraid.