tie
Mingzhe looked down suspiciously, and after thinking for two seconds, suddenly realized.
This is grown up and want to learn how to dress up as an adult
The man raised his eyes gently, and touched the boy's little head, "Hey, I'll buy you the same one when I go back."
Seeing his reaction, He Qing was stunned, why is this different from what he imagined.
He sat in the co-pilot, looked at the man who was concentrating on driving, coughed lightly, and asked in a clear voice, "Uncle, are you cold?"
As he spoke, the boy stretched out his hand to the coat, eager to try it.
Mingzhe: "Does Ah Qing feel cold?"
He turned on the air conditioner directly, and the warm wind blew in the car. The man chuckled and asked, "It won't be cold anytime soon."
The boy pursed his mouth, and slowly withdrew his hand on the coat unwillingly.
Seeing his unhappy appearance in the rearview mirror, the man turned around in his heart, and when he got home, he turned around and took off his tie.
"Give."
He Qing took the tie in a daze, with a confused look on his face.
Mingzhe smiled and patted his head, "Don't you like it? I gave it to you."
He Qing: "..." Why is this completely different from what Huo Tianhao said.
He praised his uncle for his good-looking tie, but his uncle gave him the tie
When he was at a loss, the man looked at the strange boy who had been acting strange since he got in the car, sighed, pinched his little face, and his magnetic voice was deep and pleasant.
"Don't think too much, before you are eighteen, your uncle is still an uncle."
The young man looked at the man in confusion, suddenly thought of something, looked at him, and asked, "What do you like best, uncle?"
Mingzhe paused, then smiled, "Uncle likes you the most."
He Qing blushed suddenly, and after a few seconds, he said angrily, "I'm asking about something! Something!"
thing
The man thought about it carefully, and it seemed that there was really no such thing.
When he was still in school, he thought about wanting a lot of things, but now, he really doesn't lack anything.
But seeing the boy staring at him and waiting for the answer, Mingzhe pretended to think for a few seconds before replying, "Flower."
"Flowers are my favorite," he said.
He Qing's eyes lit up, "Is it the flowers I planted!"
He liked to play with flowers and plants since he was a child. When he was young, he was not in good health. Mingzhe took him for a walk and also took him to the garden. Later, when he grew up, men did not allow him to go out to play, and the little children were not angry, and they fiddled with their own flowers and plants every day. .
Under his care, his greenhouse has become very large, and the house is full of fragrance when entering.
Seeing the young man's happy look, Mingzhe felt happy too. He nodded and said, "As long as it's from Ah Qing, I like it."
The love words came out of nowhere, the young man's pretty face was flushed, he smiled a little smugly, revealing two small dimples, "The flowers I plant look pretty."
"Okay, stop praising yourself, go to dinner quickly, you are too late to play tonight."
"Uncle said I can play as long as I want!"
"Ghost spirit!"
The two sat at the dining table, the atmosphere was still as peaceful and happy as before, but there was a slight ambiguity in the blink of an eye.
This day was a happy day for Mingzhe or He Qing, but for Song Chuanjin, it was no less than hell.
He received a dismissal from the company.
After he and He Qing were exposed, this escape route, which was finally found, completely disappeared.
The most important thing is that after he managed to coax He Qing into agreeing to him, it was only for such a short time that he even wondered if He Qing had been home for an hour before he decided to break up so easily.
Song Chuanjin couldn't understand.
The boy loved to pester him since he was a child, and last time he was so protective of him in the company, he obviously liked him.
He confidently believed that as long as he opened his mouth, He Qing would gather around him like moths to a flame.
Closing his eyes, he opened the door of the house.
All you see is darkness, which is not normal.
Song's father is a very face-saving person. Every day, the house must be brightly lit, and the servants must stand guard.
Song Chuanjin fumbled to turn on the light and called him.
"I'm taking your brother and aunt on a trip. Let's not talk about it. Your aunt calls me."
Hanging up the phone perfunctorily, only Song Chuanjin was left standing in the empty living room.
His usual gentle expression finally completely cooled down in this deserted home.
This is not his home for a long time, why are you still soft-hearted.
He turned his eyes heavily and looked at the family portrait hanging on the table.
one two three.
without him.
—
After Mingzhe confessed his love, the young man was pleasantly surprised to find that he was really submissive to himself, and he was no longer as strict as usual.
After happily taking the opportunity to make a lot of requests, He Qing wandered in the sea of books and happily read the books for five days.
On the fifth day, he was lying on the bed reading a book while biting a dried sweet potato, when he saw a man push open the door and walk in with an ugly expression.
The young man lying on the bed was taken aback for a moment, and quickly sat up straight on the bed with two slender legs, looking at the man vigilantly with a pair of round eyes.
"I lay down on the bed just because I was a little sleepy, and only for a short while, really only for a short while."
Standing by the door, Mingzhe saw the young man trying his best to explain, with heavy eyes, he said slowly, "Ah Qing, something happened to your aunt."
He Qing froze in place.
The bodies of Aunt He and Father Song hadn't been transported back yet, but preparations for the funeral had already begun. When Mingzhe took He Qing there, he saw Song Chuanjin with dark eyes and a tired expression.
His eyes were very red, and when he saw them coming, he reluctantly twitched the corners of his mouth, "Uncle Ming, Ah Qing, you are here."
The boy's eyes were red from crying a long time ago. He wiped away his tears and asked, sobbing, "What's going on? Didn't Auntie say to go on a trip?"
Song Chuanjin lowered his head and said hoarsely, "On the way back, I encountered a car accident."
Another car accident—
Mom and Dad, also because of a car accident...
He Qing's feet were weak, and he almost didn't fall, but fortunately, the man beside him helped him in time.
Because Aunt He has been trying her best to please her, He Qing has a deep affection for her. Although the two broke up unhappy last time, Aunt He has not given up calling him from time to time to contact her since then.
Hearing the bad news at this time, I couldn't hold back my tears.
Mingzhe supported the young man, a pair of sharp eyes flashed past the haggard Song Chuanjin, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said nothing.
He Qing cried and cried, suddenly remembered something, raised his head suddenly, "Where is my cousin!"
Song Chuanjin said, "I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. The doctor said that it is very likely that I will not be able to recover. There is no news yet."
Speaking of this half-brother, the look on his face is not sad, which makes sense, after all, the two are not of the same mother.
Mingzhe had doubts in his heart, but he didn't say anything. He went to find someone to find out the situation, and learned that Song Chuanjin was calling Song's father at that time, asking when they would come back.
There was a car accident during the call. Song's father reported the address to Song Chuanjin and asked for help. Song Chuanjin called the police and rushed over before the police to rescue his seriously injured brother.
Song's father and Song's mother were directly buried in the flames because of the car explosion.
Everything was reasonable, and the monitoring didn't see anything else, as if this time was really a perfect accident.
Mingzhe still had doubts in his heart, but if it was really Song Chuanjin, he didn't need to go to great lengths to rescue his younger brother who had a different mother. If he was rescued, Song Chuanjin's benefits would be greatly reduced.
He Qing didn't know what the man was thinking about. Aunt He was burnt beyond recognition. Mingzhe didn't let him see, but just took him to the coffin.
That alone was enough to make the boy sad.
He was out of breath from crying. Relatively speaking, Song Chuanjin, who was kneeling on the ground with a numb face, seemed a little indifferent.
When the worship was over, He Qing's eyes were red and swollen, and he leaned on the man, his voice choked up, "Uncle, I only have you."
Mingzhe didn't have a good impression of Aunt He. After hearing the sad and sad tone of the young man, his heart softened. He hugged him and patted his back comfortingly.
"Good boy, uncle is always here and will always be with you."
"Uh-huh… "
The boy sobbed and nodded, and buried his head in the man's arms.
Song Chuanjin stood up and added paper money to the brazier, seeing the young man crying bitterly in the arms of a man, his eyes darkened.
[Ding! Song Chuanjin's favorability: 93, please make persistent efforts to the host]
He Qing wiped tears on the man's clothes, and looked at Song Chuanjin from a distance with red eyes.
[This time without He Qing helping him with his shares, do you think he can accept the company smoothly?]
[Unlikely] The system responded indifferently, [Host, pay attention to ooc]
[I'm paying attention, if you really follow the original track, how can you complete the task.]
The system pondered for two seconds, and found that what he said made sense, so he continued to ponder.
He Qing looked at Song Chuanjin, his back was slightly bent, as if he was extremely tired, and when he occasionally looked at Father Song's coffin, his eyes were also sad.
What a filial son, he couldn't tell at all that he killed his own father and stepmother with his own hands.
He Qing always felt that the original trajectory should be the history of Song Chuanjin's struggle.
His mother died young and was talented. His father married his stepmother, who gave birth to a younger brother, and his father became partial.
Everything is not good for him, but he can kill a bloody way out of it.
Just like the system said, the decision He Qing made at the beginning deviated from the original child.
He chose Mingzhe, and the young child who lost his parents chose Aunt He.
Little He Qing, who was still a toddler, had a hard time when he arrived at Aunt He's house. He didn't sneak out like in this world, but was followed by a yellow-haired young man on his way home from school.
A child who didn't understand anything was just raped for an entire hour.
But Aunt He found out about it but chose to pretend she didn't know anything about it. It was the teacher who found out about it during the physical examination, which finally attracted Mingzhe to bring little He Qing back.
In this matter, Song Chuanjin has always played the caring big brother, so that the little He Qing, who has not received any love from his aunt, has more trust in him.
Afterwards, He Qing, who was regarded by Mingzhe as the only heir, was pursued by Song Chuanjin, just like the coaxing before, he coaxed the young man who knew nothing and had low self-esteem, and agreed to him.
Song Chuanjin killed Song's father and Aunt He, but after being found out, he pushed all the blame on He Qing, who was ignorant and just an adult.
And He Qing naively decided to take the blame for him, and Mingzhe spent a lot of time and effort to rescue him, proving his innocence.
The young man became haggard a lot. He put on new clothes and happily went to find his lover.
Then, I saw him who had inherited the company and married the vice president's daughter.
He went home and knelt in front of Mingzhe's room all night.
Early the next morning, when it was just dawn, I jumped off the roof.
He was charged with murder, and Mingzhe was charged with saving him. He naively believed that only when he died could Mingzhe be freed from those public opinions.
The last scene He Qing saw.
The boy stood on the roof and said.
"Uncle, I'm sorry."
He has been deprived of everything, and the last thing he has is an apology.
He Qing opened his eyes again, it was Mingzhe holding him with an indifferent look on his face.
He hugged the man tightly, his immature voice was hoarse.
"Dad said, let me follow uncle."
——
He Qinghong focused her eyes and threw paper money into the brazier.
Song Chuanjin came over. He stood beside the young man with a tired voice, "I've been thinking about what it would have been like if your custody had been given to your aunt."
The boy turned his head to look at him, his voice was still choked with sobs, "Brother..."
Song Chuanjin's eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the boy with a wry smile and said in a daze, "If we grew up together, would you like me?"
Seeing that He Qing didn't answer, he continued, "Actually, I regret it very much. I regret that when you were fifteen years old, you found out your feelings for you and avoided you. If I chose to tell you at that time, maybe it is not the case now. …”
He Qing wiped away tears and said, "I was not yet an adult at that time."
Unexpectedly, he would answer like this, Song Chuanjin was stunned for several seconds before reacting.
"Yes, at that time, I was still young and immature..."
"Ah Qing, I just lost all my relatives, I really don't want to lose you again, can you stay with me, just tonight, okay?"
Song Chuanjin's eyes were full of pleading, his face was very tired, and he was not at all like the gentle young man he usually knew.
He Qing hesitated.
He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a man's cold voice came from the door, "Ah Qing, let's go."
He Qing responded subconsciously, and showed an apologetic expression to the person who was looking at him fixedly, "I'm sorry brother, I have to go."
After finishing speaking, he passed by Song Chuanjin and was about to go to Mingzhe.
A pair of hands grabbed him violently, using all their strength.
The young man frowned in pain, and heard Song Chuanjin's low voice, full of pleading and pity.
"Ah Ching, please..."
He knew that the young man was soft-hearted, and this was the thing he liked the most.
He Qing really hesitated, he pursed his lips, and looked back at him hesitantly.
Mingzhe's brows became tighter and tighter, he walked over directly, hugged the young man in his arms, saw him groaning in pain, and loosened his hands.
"Let's go."
"Oh." The young man hugged the man's arm obediently, and apologized to Song Chuanjin a little embarrassedly, "Brother, I'll come see you tomorrow."
Song Chuanjin stood where he was, watching the young man follow the man's footsteps, walking away a little bit, and the slender figure slowly went away.
The hand holding the coffin slowly exerted force.
The bloodshot eyes were gloomy.
Do you even want to leave
The more he wants to leave him, the more he will be trapped.
Song Chuanjin stood up straight with no expression on his face, and threw all the remaining paper money into it.
-boom!
So much paper money was thrown in, and there was a dull sound, and the brazier, which was stuffed tightly, never ignited again.
The boy was dragged all the way into the car by a man full of displeasure, and sat in the car. He Qing didn't notice that he was angry at all, and was still looking out of the car window worriedly.
"My brother is so pitiful..."
Mingzhe tried his best to suppress his anger, and asked him coldly, "Then do you still want to stay with him?"
"I think a little bit." The boy nodded.
How dare he think!
The man was about to tear off the steering wheel, and when he was full of anger, he heard the boy's soft and choked voice.
"But I want my uncle to accompany me more."
Mingzhe was stunned, seeing the young man turned his head back with red eyes, and plunged into his arms, "Uncle, do you think I am really restraining people?"
The man's face darkened just because of his softened actions, "Who told you that?"
He had to settle accounts with that person.
"No."
The young man's voice was soft, full of trust, and a little bit confused, "I watched it play like this on TV."
"Mom and Dad are gone, and my aunt is gone too. Maybe I really beat my relatives, otherwise why..."
His head was knocked suddenly, the young man held his head, yelled and raised his eyes, "Uncle, what are you doing!"
"If you really conquer people, why don't you conquer me too!"
With a dark face, Mingzhe said seriously, "Speaking of which, I'm much closer than your little aunt."
The young man pursed his lips, and made an excuse with a little reluctance, "I'm talking about blood relatives, and my uncle and I have no blood relationship."
There is a blood relationship to make a big deal!
The man touched his little head, and coaxed in a magnetic voice, "After five days, our relationship should change."
"Uncle!" The boy was still crying, but he couldn't help but blushed at this moment, and slapped the man's hand away angrily.
"What are you talking about!"
Seeing him angry, Mingzhe was not angry either.
If he was worried about the relationship between the two before, then after these few days the young man enjoyed his service comfortably and had a lot of fun, he completely let go of his heart.
As long as he is an adult, he can be with the person he likes without any scruples.
After what he said just now, the sadness in the young man's heart became less. He leaned on the window, "I just feel that I am completely a person without relatives."
"After finishing speaking, he turned his head and looked at the man vigilantly, "Uncle, you don't count. "
"Okay, I don't count."
Seeing his small appearance, Mingzhe felt a little distressed. Although he really didn't like Aunt He, she did diligently play the role of a good elder for ten years, which made Ah Qing feel maternal love.
He thought for a while and suggested, "Actually, you have quite a few relatives in your family. Do you want to..."
"don't want."
The boy pouted, "I have an uncle."
"Uncle, drive quickly, I'm going home to see my flowers."
Mingzhe followed him to start the car, and asked, "What kind of flower are you, it looks so serious."
Five days ago, the young man came back mysteriously holding a pot of flowers that hadn't bloomed. He hid in the flower room and carefully waited on him every day. The man who looked at him with such meticulous care made him jealous even after seeing it.
He has never been treated like this by Ah Qing.
He Qing pursed his lips, revealing two small dimples, and instead of asking, urged, "Uncle, drive quickly."
Now is not the time to not want to leave just now.
Although complaining on the face, the man drove home without complaint.
As soon as he got home, the boy ran out of the car and rushed upstairs in a hurry. The housekeeper who would greet him in the future was startled.
Holding the warm milk for the young man suspiciously, he asked curiously, "What's the matter, young master?"
While taking off his coat, Mingzhe gave the boy who was running up the stairs a doting look, "Leave him alone, let him relax."
In the end still lost a loved one.
Upstairs, the boy ran to the flower room with red eyes, passed the room full of beautiful flowers, and went straight to the top.
Carefully opened the lock, and took out the flowerpot that had already opened a small bone.
He touched the flowers and leaves carefully, with hope in his eyes.
It's a good time. On the day when the flowers bloom, he must be an adult.
When the time comes, he will hold this potted flower and give it to his uncle, so that his uncle will completely become his relative.
The boy hid in the corner of the flower room, holding the flowers carefully, his face full of hope for the future.