Recently, the flu has been very serious, and Xiao Heng's working environment has a relatively large flow of people. Jian Huaichen has been drinking preventive Chinese medicine all day long, and he even feels a bitter taste when eating.
It's not surprising that he didn't have any problems, but the dramatic thing was that Jian Huaichen, who was doing painting at home, was infected.
When he came home from get off work that day, someone with a blushing face ran over to greet him at the entrance as usual, his eyes were black and bright, and his lips were bright red, like a ripe and fragrant rose.
Xiao Heng saw that his throat was dry, and he rushed forward to kiss him without changing his shoes. As soon as he touched the other person's body, he felt something was wrong: "Chenchen, do you have a cold?" Then he reached out to touch his forehead, His face changed, "Still having a fever! Have you taken any medicine? Let's go to the hospital."
"Wait, I'm fine," Jian Huaichen hurriedly pulled him back, "I just took antipyretics, and this cold will be cured in a few days."
"..." Xiao Heng stared at him and sighed helplessly, "Okay, but I want to call Aunt Qin, and you, go to bed and lie down immediately."
"I haven't cooked yet..."
"I do."
"But I don't want to..."
"Chen Chen."
Jian Huaichen looked at him silently, then surrendered, and obediently went to the bedroom to lie down.
How should I put it, they have been together for two years, Xiao Heng has become more and more stable, and the expression he occasionally shows is a bit bluffing. On the contrary, he treats himself like a child, becoming more and more doted on, obviously he is the The younger one. Jian Huaichen lay on his side and looked at the man on the phone by the bed, thinking that he had unknowingly become childish in front of him, gradually getting used to being taken care of.
Since Jian Huaichen confessed at home two years ago, Aunt Qin has become the only channel for the two parties to communicate. Of course, there is also the instruction of Jian's mother who loves her son but can't accept the truth.
"Well, he said he had taken antipyretics, and the temperature hasn't dropped yet... I'm coughing a bit, is it okay?" Xiao Heng held the phone and rummaged through the medicine box with his free hand, "Okay, I saw it, it's okay to take it after meals." No? Well, well, I see…”
At the end of the call, Aunt Qin seemed to say something, which changed his expression, and he was still a little dazed after putting down the phone.
Jian Huaichen tugged at his sleeve and asked, "What's the matter, like this?"
Xiao Heng grabbed his hand and said: "Your mother, let's go to the old house for dinner this weekend!" His tone couldn't hold back his excitement, "I'll pour you a cup of hot water, you rest, I'll cook, Hey, in such a hurry, I didn't even think about what gift to bring."
It's been a long time since I saw him so happy. Jian Huaichen looked at him with a smile. He knew the news of Jian's mother returning to China, but he didn't expect that their war would have their first victory so soon.
The mother's loose mouth must have the tacit approval of the father. Although the two years of silent and soft resistance seemed unfilial, he was educated since childhood to respect his own heart, and the resilience in his bones could not be removed. Because of this, his father did not really go to war—he sincerely I am extremely grateful and fortunate, so I am willing to wait and make concessions.
Xiao Heng had class in the afternoon this day, so it was late when he got home, so he simply went down for dinner, and after finishing eating, he brought the medicine and hot water to Jian Huaichen who was forced to rest again, and supervised his medication.
"Ah Heng, I'm not a child anymore." Jian Huaichen poked his face and said, "You don't have to worry about me secretly throwing away the medicine."
Xiao Heng held his finger, touched his forehead with him, and said, "I'm relieved after watching you take it, um, the antipyretics you took are okay, and your temperature has dropped."
"Well, I forgot to tell you..." Jian Huaichen didn't take back his hand, rubbed his eyes with the other hand, and yawned a little.
"Tired, do you want to sleep?"
"I'll talk before I go to sleep. Today Yaoyao called and said that he has opened his first art exhibition. Oh, and he is getting engaged soon. Let us go to participate when we return to China next month..."
No matter how many times I heard this name, it still hurts my ears. Although Lin Yao is Jian Huaichen's apprentice, and the other party is straight and has a girlfriend, but he just feels uncomfortable—he admits that he is jealous—who made the relationship between master and apprentice so good? Besides, Jian Huaichen is worthy of anyone's liking, he has to be vigilant at all times and resolutely defend the relationship between husband and wife.
"Really, then when you find time to buy a gift for mom, let's pick an engagement gift." Xiao Heng covered him with a quilt, said lightly, and spontaneously upgraded the address for Jane's mother.
"Hmm..." Jian Huaichen was so sleepy that he didn't pay attention to his little thoughts. When Xiao Heng kissed him, he kissed him back and fell asleep.
It is already thirty years old, but it is like a beautiful jade that is eternal in time. People can't help but want to get close to him. Xiao Heng watched his sleeping face, touched his face, and leaned over to kiss his mouth. He could never get tired of seeing this person all his life, and it seemed like he couldn't get enough of him. It was best to keep his eyes full and stuffed up, and carry it with him wherever he went—his Huai Chen, his Chen Chen.
On weekends, the two went shopping.
Jian Huaichen's cold was still not healed, Xiao Heng took out a thin scarf and wrapped it around him, got out of the car and faced a strong wind, he went back to the car to find a line cap, but was dragged by Jian Huaichen dumbfounded.
"It's spring, I'm not that delicate."
"How did you catch a cold? It's because you don't usually wear more clothes. Do you know if you have a cold?"
"Okay, you see that your car is locked, so don't bother." He pulled Xiao Heng and coaxed him away from the parking lot, "The mall is warm, and it doesn't take a few steps to get in."
The process was very clear. First, a pair of watches were prepared for Lin Yao's engagement as a congratulatory gift, and then a gift for Jian's mother was selected as usual—in Jian Huaichen's words, Jian's mother is not short of anything, and if she picks expensive ones, she will look down on them. It's good to express your heart.
After dealing with the big head, Xiao Heng saw that it was still early, so he took Jian Huaichen to try on clothes on the way.
Jian's family will send custom-made clothes all year round, even after the Cold War. The only pieces with obvious trademarks in Jian Huaichen's closet were bought by Xiao Heng, and those are the ones he wears most.
Buying clothes for your lover is very satisfying. In addition, Jian Huaichen has a gentle temperament, so I won't be impatient if I teach him how many pieces to try on, but he is delicate, elegant, elegant, and noble, and his temperament reflects everything Xiao Heng looked at him from the side, wanting to cover the glowing eyes of the clerk.
"Just this one, okay, Ah Heng?"
The young man turned to look at him in front of the mirror, smiling.
Xiao Heng went over, buttoned the top button of his shirt for him, pressed his shoulders and turned him to face the mirror, Jian Huaichen reflected in the mirror was all fit in his arms, intimate.
"You look good in anything you wear." He said, secretly licking his ear.
Jian Huaichen blushed immediately, pushed him away and said angrily, "Don't make trouble, that's it."
Xiao Heng watched him go in and change with a smile, then turned to the clerk and said, "That's all, please."
"Okay, okay!"
When Jian Huaichen changed his clothes and came out, Xiao Heng immediately wrapped the scarf in his hand around him. As soon as the two of them walked out of the shop side by side, they faintly heard the excited discussions of the shop assistants behind them.
"Hey, the taller one is Gong! Gentle Gong Gentle Shou is so cute!"
Jian Huaichen: "..."
After walking a few steps, Xiao Heng suddenly said: "I seem to be a little taller than you."
Jian Huaichen: "... There is an appointment at half past six, if you don't go, you will be late."
Look carefully, his ears are already red, Xiao Heng smiled slightly, feeling that the shy Jian Huaichen is really cute, went up to hold his hand while admiring the beautiful scenery.
There was a traffic jam on the road, and I arrived at the old house just in time for the appointment.
Jian's mother came to open the door, and when she saw Jian Huaichen, she lost her composure on the spot, hugging him with moist eyes, thinking that he had no conscience, and refused to go home for two years.
After she calmed down, she led the two of them into the house and told Aunt Qin to let the kitchen serve food.
This is a beautiful woman, her indifferent and peaceful temperament and the charm accumulated over the years make people ignore her age.
That's a gap that can be distinguished at a glance. Without Jian Huaichen, he and Jian's mother would never meet.
"Sit down. If I let you come today, I won't persuade you any more. You know it well." Jian's mother looked at Xiao Heng, her tone was calm, "Chen Chen's father doesn't want to see you yet, I hope you can understand."
"Yes, I understand." Xiao Heng answered without hesitation, meeting her scrutinizing eyes.
"Chenchen is a very innocent child. Because of this, his father and I didn't let him take over his career. We tried our best to let him live what kind of life he wanted to live. As parents, our greatest wish is for him to be happy." She said, "Mr. Xiao, I still don't recognize you. To put it bluntly, you are not worthy of my son in terms of financial resources and status. What do you think?"
Jian Huaichen glanced at him worriedly, Xiao Heng smiled at him in relief, and said, "Yes."
Mother Jian looked at their silent communication with complicated eyes: "Although the fact is that we have to admit it, we bowed our heads because of Chen Chen. You two still have a long way to go, and I don't think so."
"I'll prove it to you."
"Verbal promises are empty, I'll just wait for you to prove it." Mother Jian paused and said, "Besides, Chen Chen, our only requirement is that you must have a child."
Just as Jian Huaichen was about to speak, Xiao Heng said, "If it's a surrogate, it's fine."
"That's good. Your father and I have already selected the surrogate. You will come to the United States next month, and Mr. Xiao can come with you."
"Let's eat. You will stay here tonight, and you will be tired when you go back." Jian's mother said, and motioned to Aunt Qin at the table to bring the soup she just served to him. "Mom went to find the earthwork to cure the cold."
"Mom..." Jian Huaichen called out, "Thank you..."
The eyes of the woman who has never been immovable outside are red: "Mom, go and tidy up before coming back, Chen Chen will eat first." Saying that, she got up and walked upstairs.
Aunt Qin quickly followed her, and there were only two people left in the living room.
Jian Huaichen looked at the soup pot, and said softly, "Ah Heng, do you think I'm too unfilial?"
"Do you remember what you said when we first met?" Xiao Heng stroked his hair and said.
The young man turned to look at him.
"You said that we are predestined, because Chen and Heng both mean jade."
"If you are not filial, I will accompany you to be unfilial. If there is a thunderbolt, I will take it for you." He said softly, "Since there is a destiny, who can leave whom?"
"… fool."
- How long have you remembered that sentence
They still have a long way to go, but he still has to wait for Jian Huaichen to say that he will never regret it in his life, how can he let go now
—Of course, don’t you know, it’s always good to give me a papaya and repay it with Qiongju.
——end——