After dinner, Duan Qiao and his father went to the study to discuss the company's affairs. As Shen Lanxin personally cooks tonight and asked her aunt to leave work and go home early, I will take on the job of cleaning up the endgame.
"Why do you make so many dishes..." I wailed inwardly as I watched the dishes and chopsticks slowly in the sink.
Although I have done a lot of housework since I was young, washing dishes is really the most annoying job, not one of them. I am very grateful to someone in the world for inventing the dishwasher, but because Shen Lanxin persistently believes that the dishwasher is not clean, and resolutely does not purchase this artifact, the aunt of the Duan family always washes it by hand. Thinking of Shen Lanxin's picky look, it can be said that she feels very sorry for her aunt.
When I finished washing all the dishes, packed the dining room and kitchen and returned to the bedroom, I found Duan Qiao was already lying in bed. But the room did not turn on the lights.
He turned his back to me, I don't know his expression.
I know he must be very sad, even if the truth is not known yet, judging from what I found today, his mother's death should not have been an accident.
I quietly closed the door without turning on the light. He crept on the bed and lay down beside Duan Qiao.
I didn't speak, but breathed carefully, because I felt that even the sound of breathing was an interruption at this moment. Slowly moved to the man next to me and put his arm around his waist. My hands are not long enough to hug him. I can only hold him quietly and accompany him to blend in with the night.
"Yichu." Duan Qiao shouted, his voice full of fatigue.
"Yeah." I replied softly, without using "Huh?" Such an answer, because I knew that I didn't need to ask anything, he just needed to make sure I was there.
Duan Qiao reflexively hugged me in his arms, close to his chest, I could feel his strong heartbeat, he seemed to have too much to express, the pain that has been accumulated in his heart for many years.
After waiting for a long time, Duan Qiao said: "Don't leave me, okay". The word "said" is not accurate at all, because this sentence is more like a whimper from the throat.
Fool, how could I leave you. You told me when I was most desperate, there is always hope in life. When I thought I was the most unbearable, you let me know that I am also worthy of being liked. I am not a child abandoned by everyone. Then why would I leave you behind
But I didn't know how to express it, and I cried hopelessly.
Being held tightly in his arms by Duan Qiao, he cried and said vaguely: "No, no."
I don't know if Duan Qiao heard it clearly, only that he was holding it harder, as if he was afraid that I would slip through his arms.