Aware of the moment when he opened his mouth, the man could hardly control himself, but he lowered his eyes slightly, and saw He Qing's eyes widened, terrified and confused looking at him innocently. Clenching his hands suddenly, he gritted his teeth and took a step back.
It wasn't even a kiss, it was just a light touch, and they parted like a touch of water.
The young man stood there in a daze, reached out to touch his lips, and looked at the man in confusion.
Mingzhe clenched his fists tightly, raised his eyes slightly, he was obviously the one who confessed, but he was more nervous than anyone else.
"Ah Ching, I like you."
He Qing was dumbfounded.
"Since you can accept men." Mingzhe clenched his fists harder and harder, and his heart was also beating.
He said, "Then, can you accept me?"
It was only at this time that Mingzhe realized that he had the initiative and could easily hold the boy in his arms forever, but he was still pitiful and wanted to hope that He Qing would be sincerely willing.
Knowing that the probability of this is less than one percent, and knowing what might be gained by saying so, Mingzhe still said it.
He Qing looked over in a daze, and what he saw was a handsome man who could even be called begging eyes. He stood up straight, and that face that hadn't changed since he was a child was no longer stern. nervous.
Uncle, will he be nervous too
The man looked at him and asked, "Ah Qing, do you have feelings for me?"
His eyes were scorching hot, falling on the young man as if being scorched by fire, hot and strange.
He Qing pursed his lips and opened his mouth, wanting to refuse, but couldn't say anything.
Thousands of words, all turned into one sentence under Mingzhe's eyes, "I, I don't know..."
The boy even felt a little wronged. He gritted his teeth and responded, "I'm still young."
yes…
The man's fists were loosened suddenly, Mingzhe let out a wry smile, dropped his shoulders a little slumped, and murmured magnetically, "You're still young."
But he is already thirty-five years old.
The eighteen-year gap cannot be smoothed over with just a word of liking.
Mingzhe looked at the young man steadfastly, the emotions in his eyes changed several times, and finally turned into dead silence.
"It's okay." The man forced a smile, just like he used to, "Just pretend I'm drunk and talk nonsense."
"The office is really boring. I'll ask the driver to take you back."
Looking at the back of the man who turned around slumped, He Qing's heart was astringent, and there was a strange feeling in his heart.
Mingzhe is indeed very depressed. Ever since he discovered his love for the boy, he has been waiting for him to become an adult. He even carefully calculated how He Qing will attack when he becomes an adult, and how to make him accept himself.
But when I saw the young man looking forward to the future and a happy life with another person, I still couldn't help it.
But now, he regrets it.
If he hadn't said those words, he would still be the most trusted uncle in Ah Qing's heart, not like now, he wouldn't even dare to look back at the boy.
He was afraid, afraid that what he saw was the boy's disgusted eyes, afraid that he would reject him.
He knows now.
Knowing how the uncle who has always regarded himself as an elder treats him, then, Ah Qing, will he choose to stay away
leave him old man...
Mingzhe walked towards the desk step by step. He thought he had restrained the emotions in his heart, but he didn't know that the back view alone was extremely depressing.
Just as he was thinking more and more desperate, a young boy's timid voice came from behind, "Uncle, wait for me..."
The man stopped and turned around abruptly.
What I saw was the young man pulling the hem of his clothes, blushing a little shyly, lowering his eyes and whispering, "I'll tell you the answer when I think it through."
Mingzhe looked at him in disbelief, almost thinking he was dreaming.
Ah Qing, does this mean to agree
He thought about many possibilities, but there was only one possibility, the boy agreed to his pursuit.
It's so hard, so hard—
But now, this well-behaved child raised by himself blushed and continued, "Give me a little more time, uncle, I'm sure I can think it through."
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the sky is full of pie, Mingzhe smiled almost with surprise, and said repeatedly.
Don't say that He Qing just asked him to give him some time, even if he asked him to wait ten or twenty years, Mingzhe could afford to wait.
But He Qing seemed to be afraid that he would get angry, and said in a low voice, "It won't be long. When I am eighteen and become an adult, I will tell uncle."
He said, pursing his lips, revealing two small dimples on his face.
The young man seemed embarrassed, he lowered his head, raised his eyes carefully to look at the man, his voice was soft and sweet.
"Uncle, if I promise you, will you throw away that bamboo board?"
"Throw it away." Mingzhe said firmly, "I will definitely lose it."
He Qing was immediately happy, the corners of his mouth curled up a little, he coughed lightly as a cover, and ran out the door with cheerful steps.
Standing at the door worriedly, he asked cautiously, "Then can I go out to play?"
The man nodded, and said in a magnetic voice, "Yes, you can play wherever you want."
The boy's eyes were bright, and he intensified his request, "I want to go to Tianhao's house now, is that okay?"
"Can."
Mingzhe said, "I'll ask the driver to drive you."
It's so good!
He Qing was all excited, he ran out, and the clear and pleasant young voice was full of joy, "Then I'll go down and wait for the driver, uncle, come pick me up at night!"
Before Mingzhe could answer, he had already happily ran away.
In the office, only the man was left, still standing in his original posture.
He stretched out his left hand and pinched his right arm hard.
The man felt the pain in his arm blankly, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Ah Qing, he is so cute.
eighteen years old.
He glanced at the calendar on the table, his eyes full of anticipation.
Only ten days left.
ten days later—
The man stood in the office, couldn't help laughing, his face was full of expectations for happiness.
—
The Huo family welcomed a special guest, He Qing.
The reason why it is special is because He Qing and Huo Tianhao have known each other for ten years and have never been a guest at Huo's house.
In the past, the two met either at school, or under the supervision of He's family, Mingzhe, and the chances of going to the bar last time were few and far between.
Huo Tianhao was recuperating at home, when he heard He Qing coming, he jumped up and limped downstairs to take him to his room.
"Ah Qing, Uncle Ming is willing to let you come to my house, tsk tsk tsk, let me record this historic moment."
The boy sat on the chair, watched his friend play tricks, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said with a little complacency, "Uncle doesn't care about me going out to play."
"ah?"
Huo Tianhao was shocked, and exaggeratedly said, "Is this red rain?"
The white and tender young man ignored him, and looked around with a pair of smart eyes, which were full of curiosity and eagerness to try.
"There are so many toy cars in your room."
Huo Tianhao snorted, "What is a toy car? This is a model car. Some are more expensive than real cars. Let me tell you, look at this. I begged my dad for this..."
He was about to talk about his difficult history of buying a car, when he suddenly remembered that He Qing would buy whatever he wanted, so he lost the desire to show off, and put down the model car in his hand in dismay.
"Ah Qing, what the hell have you done? Why does Uncle Ming love you so much, and give you whatever you want, unlike me, my dad has so much money, he refuses to give me even three melons and two dates every month. It’s not that I look alike with him, I have to wonder if I’m my own.”
He Qing blinked, "Uncle is not my real uncle either."
Huo Tianhao, who was vomiting bitter water, choked, feeling even more miserable.
"Just make fun of me, don't talk about it, just ask what you want to play, since Uncle Ming doesn't look at you anymore, then we have more places to play."
He Qing opened his mouth, but before he could speak, his face turned red.
After talking and talking for a long time under Huo Tianhao's sight, he asked coyly, "Well, what do you want to do when you are in love?"
"What are you doing? Ah Qing, are you dating?"
The boy's face turned even redder, "Well, I'm going to talk about it, first you tell me what to do when you're in love."
Huo Tianhao suddenly became excited. Based on the idea of "I am for everyone, everyone is for me", he stretched out his hand neatly and counted for the young man with his fingers, intending to pass on all his experience.
"It's very simple. When you go out to eat, ask her to order food. Buy what she likes and give it to her. Don't be stingy. If it's raining, you should drag your coat to her. When it's hot, you should hold an umbrella for her."
"Wait, wait..." He Qing took out his phone and switched to Notes, "You speak too fast, please slow down."
"Okay!" Seeing that his friend was so serious, Huo Tianhao became happy, and babbled out all the experience he had gained in finding a girlfriend since elementary school.
"If you want to be sweet, you must praise him. Compliments without dead ends. For example, if she wears a skirt, you have to say that the skirt is beautiful, and if she is wearing jeans, you have to say that the jeans are beautiful. She must be happy!"
He Qing nodded while memorizing everything.
Remembering remembering something suddenly came to mind, her ears turned red, and she asked in a low voice, "Then, what about kissing?"
"ah?"
Huo Tianhao was stunned for a few seconds before he said embarrassingly, "I haven't kissed before, isn't it, I'm more of a gentleman..."
Enraged by the young man's strange gaze, he knocked on the table, "I'll continue, you should write it down quickly! This is what I've learned all my life, and it wouldn't be passed on to others!"
When Mingzhe drove to pick him up at night, He Qing held back for a long time and boasted.
"Uncle, your new tie looks beautiful."