Wishing for a Single-Hearted Man [3]
Watching He Beiqi drive away, I was relieved to return home and take medicine.
There were still leftovers on the table, and I remembered that Su Mu had not come out of the room all this time, so I went upstairs and knocked on his closed door in a bit of a panic. The door was ajar, and the light from inside calmed me. I pushed the door open and saw him sitting at the head of the bed, looking at something, and when I got closer, I saw that it was a thick photo album.
"Why don't you go down to eat?"
He turned his back to me and said, "I'm too lazy to look at your eyebrows." ”
I rubbed his head, "What do you think about every day?" He Bei resigned, the food was still hot, do you want to go down and eat some? He still shook his head, but I was anxious, "What can you do if you haven't recovered yet, hurry up!" ”
He finally turned around, and I saw his red and swollen eyes, "What are you looking at?" ”
"Are you crying?"
My younger brother has a good face, and he raised his slap and covered his eyes, "No, it's because you didn't wear glasses and saw it wrong." ”
I was also annoyed that I didn't hear his nasal voice during the conversation just now, and I didn't ask him too much to go down to dinner. The photo in the album that was opened was a family portrait of my father smiling cutely, my mother holding his arm and smiling brightly, and I holding my brother's hand in front of them.
Su Mu was ten years old that year, and I was sixteen.
A complete home can no longer be found even a little bit of the shadow of the past.
I went downstairs and saw Su Mu eating quietly, raising his arm from time to time to wipe away tears. I sat down across from him and handed him the paper, "What is the big man crying about?" ”
"Sister." This time he was no longer reckless, "Are you going to leave me too?" "He always knew about my condition, but he never cried. Maybe he just saw that group photo that made him feel, "Mom and Dad are no longer here, and you have to leave, so I might as well stay asleep." ”
"Su Mu, you're not an eleven or twelve-year-old child anymore." I patiently persuaded and pondered how to say what to say to minimize the impact on him. "You should also understand birth, old age, sickness and death, and besides, no matter how bad my body is, I can wait until you really grow up, me, I also have to see my brother's family happy and successful career, so that I can rest assured that you are alone."
Su Mu's mind was already sound, how could he not understand Su Yuzhi's hard work, but on the other side was his sister, who was obviously haggard but still supported his spirit to comfort him. Birth, old age, sickness and death are indeed the norm of human beings, but how long has he enjoyed the warmth? How long has Su Yuzhi been happy?
He grinned a grin that was uglier than crying, "I see." Are you tired, go to sleep. ”
"I'm not tired, I still have things to deal with."
I haven't figured out what to give for my wedding in July. I heard that Youluo has changed to a designer, and this July wedding dress was designed by her own hand, and then asked a famous Canadian designer to make it after remodeling.
The wedding dress was such a grand and ceremonial gift, and I really couldn't think of anything to give.
The hero of the wedding, Zhou Mulin, also jumped from a poor boy with low self-esteem to the CEO of a company, and he is also in the construction industry. Shen Yantian also kindly reminded me to be careful of this rising star, the momentum is strong, maybe it is aimed at my bamboo and wood group.
I laughed at him for worrying too much, no matter how I said that bamboo and wood are also old brands.