In the blink of an eye, autumn passed, winter came, and soon it was the time for the Chinese New Year. Pei's house also became lively. Gardeners were busy decorating the garden all day long. What was rare this year was the transplantation of a few rare plants. Because the orchids are so precious, Pei Mingshu trimmed them all by himself.
"How about it?"
Pei Mingshu asked Mo Yin on the side, "Are my skills pretty good?"
"very nice."
Pei Mingshu smiled. In order to take care of these orchids, he put on a pair of white gloves and rolled up his shirt, revealing a strong forearm. "Put one in your room?"
"No," Mo Yin refused, "It's outside, everyone can see it, and I can come out and see it too."
Pei Mingshu took off his gloves and rubbed the top of Mo Yin's head, "Xiao Yin is so good."
Mo Yin looked slightly embarrassed, but didn't hide. He seemed to have adapted.
Pei Mingshu was nine years older than Mo Yin, and his temperament was more mature and stable than his peers, so to him, Mo Yin was like a child. He shook off his gloves, stood up and said, "Let's go in and eat."
Mo Yin responded, and the two walked side by side. Pei Mingshu adjusted his sleeves as he walked, matching Mo Yin's speed.
"Do you want to go home again in the next two days?"
"I'll go back the day after tomorrow."
"Go in the morning, it might snow in the afternoon."
"Um."
Pei Mingshu didn't have much time at home. He was very busy and very capable. Not long after he joined the company, he opened the southern market for Youcheng that had been hard to conquer for a long time during a business trip. Pei Jingyou was particularly happy and expressed his gratitude to his eldest son. , he only had the word "satisfied" and quickly handed over many affairs in the company to Pei Mingshu.
Although Pei Mingshu is very busy, he always cares about Mo Yin when he returns home. Ever since he brought back the ashes of Mo Yin's parents, Mo Yin finally seemed to open up to him.
Pei Mingshu was also very happy.
It is the fault of a son not to teach his father. On the other hand, if the father makes a mistake, the son should also be held responsible.
Pei Mingshu hoped that Mo Yin could live more comfortably in this family and truly become a part of their family as soon as possible.
On New Year's Eve, Mo Yin got up very early, washed and dressed himself, and pushed the wheelchair out. Pei Mingshu was making a phone call in the hall. When he saw him, he covered the phone with one hand and smiled: "It fits very well. "
The clothes were custom-made, but the data were estimated by Pei Mingshu. Facts have proved that his visual inspection was very accurate. The clothes were just right for Mo Yin.
"Thanks."
Pei Mingshu smiled and said, "Are you going home?"
Mo Yin said "hmm".
"I didn't seem to see the driver preparing the car."
"I called a special car."
"Okay, let the driver take you to the door."
"It's been agreed."
Pei Mingshu nodded and said, "Come back before noon."
"Will do."
The driver took Mo Yin to the left side of the gate of Pei's house. He turned around and said, "Xiao Yin, the car you ordered hasn't arrived yet. How about I take you there? There's nothing wrong anyway."
"No," Mo Yin said, "the car will be here soon. Thank you, Uncle Zhang. You can go back."
The driver put down the wheelchair, and Mo Yin was able to skillfully hold the wheelchair in place with one hand and sit on it from inside the car.
"Then I'm going in."
"Well, it doesn't matter, you go ahead."
The driver turned the car around and drove back to the house. Mo Yin pushed the wheelchair forward along the wide road. After a few steps, an executive-length coupe drove up in front of him.
For chauffeurs, a car worth several million is obviously a bit too much.
The car door opened and Pei Qing got out of the car.
"You're late." Pei Qing said.
"I said a few words and was delayed for two minutes."
"Long-winded."
I don’t know if I am talking about Mo Yin or the person who is talking to Mo Yin.
Pei Qing carried Mo Yin into the car and sat in the passenger seat, then skillfully put the wheelchair away and put it in the back seat.
The two of them stayed in silence until they arrived at the Mo family's old house.
The Mo family's old house was the room allocated by Grandpa Mo's original work unit. It was an old Tongzi building and had no elevator.
Although it was daytime, the building was still dim. Lying on Pei Qing's back, Mo Yin smelled a bit of damp and moldy smell.
Mo Yin took out the key from his pocket on Pei Qing's back and opened the door. After entering, Pei Qing put him on the sofa in the living room. Because he usually locked the door when he came regularly, the room was quite clean. Pei Qing Qing went to open a window, and the winter cold penetrated through the window into the already cold room. He stood in front of the window, his profile looking very deserted. After a while, he turned back and asked Mo Yin: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?" ?”
Mo Yin shook his head, with a bit of embarrassment on his face.
Pei Qing turned his face and continued to look out the window. The buildings in the Tongzi Tower were very close together, and the sky was cut into small pieces, making it look very narrow. This was very similar to Pei Qing's childhood memories.
When did your relationship with Mo Yin start to get better?
That afternoon at school, Mo Yin called him, his tone was pretending to be calm and panicked, "Hello, I'm sorry, can you come and help me?"
"What's the matter?" Pei Qing frowned.
Mo Yin was silent for a while. He didn't say anything, but his voice trembled, "Please."
Pei Qing hung up the phone and went over.
Mo Yin was looking at him with a sad expression at the corner of the corridor. Pei Qing had never seen him show such a fragile expression in the few times he had met him. He felt that Mo Yin and he were a bit similar in some places. Unless it was absolutely necessary, They were unwilling to show weakness easily.
"What's wrong?"
Pei Qing didn't realize that he had softened his tone unconsciously.
"The bathroom is broken."
"broken?"
Mo Yin looked patient and said, "The door is locked."
Pei Qing walked to the restroom not far away. The restroom door was open and someone was using the restroom inside. He glanced over and paused slightly at the end.
The barrier-free toilet was locked by someone.
Pei Qing pushed Mo Yin into the bathroom. The man washing his hands looked at him subconsciously. Pei Qing gave him an indifferent look and the man left quickly.
That was the first time he helped Mo Yin go to the toilet.
Although Pei Qing acted nonchalantly and Mo Yin tried his best to pretend that it was no big deal, Mo Yin's expression and demeanor were forbearing and humiliating.
His legs have become very slender, with a pale background and light scars, making them look weak and scary. The flesh is soft and delicate, and they sink into Pei Qing's strong knuckles without any control.
When Pei Qing helped him put on his pants, Mo Yin finally seemed to choke up.
Pei Qing paused with his hands and turned to look at Mo Yin.
Mo Yin lowered his head, his black hair hanging down to the tip, and his fair forehead was hidden inside, glowing with a crumbling red color.
Pei Qing had also experienced the feeling of having his self-esteem crushed, but perhaps Mo Yin was even worse than him.
“If you encounter this situation again, just send me a WeChat message.”
Pei Qing said calmly.
Mo Yin sat in a wheelchair with his face hidden in his chest.
Pei Qing handed over his mobile phone, which showed his WeChat QR code.
Mo Yin didn't respond.
Pei Qing: "You still want me to coax you?"
Mo Yin suddenly raised his face, his eyes filled with water, and he was ashamed and angry.
Pei Qing's face was indifferent and he didn't seem to have any sympathy. "You should have accepted the reality a long time ago, right?"
"Things are already like this," Pei Qing leaned down slightly and looked level with Mo Yin. "We can only accept the reality."
That was the first time Pei Qing said "we" to Mo Yin. After that, he and Mo Yin got closer and closer in private, and the number of "we" became more and more.
Mo Yin sat in the Mo family's old house for about half an hour.
From beginning to end, Pei Qing just sat by the window and stayed with him quietly. Neither of them spoke. In this small and shabby room, it seemed as if some parts of their bodies were resonating on a certain channel.
Of course, all this was deliberately created by Mo Yin.
He went home not for himself, but for Pei Qing.
Compared with Pei Mingshu, it is obviously much easier to get close to Pei Qing.
In this secret space, they accompany each other, letting the emotions that cannot be shown in front of others collide with each other, and become closer and closer in silence.
Mo Yin didn't like being cold in a broken house. He felt that Pei Qing's emotions should have been released, so he said, "Let's go, it's going to snow."
Pei Qing turned to the side and closed the window, then turned around and said, "Are you sure you don't need to use the bathroom before leaving?"
Mo Yin: "..."
He admitted that he deliberately locked the toilet that day and used this incident to quickly stimulate and defeat Pei Qing's psychological defense. He used his "collapse" in exchange for Pei Qing's acceptance. The effect was very good, but it seemed that it was too much. Qing is now particularly concerned about his "convenience".
"Need not."
"Don't be brave."
"……All right."
Since he sincerely wants to "help" him, then he should reluctantly agree. Anyway, he doesn't feel anything, so it doesn't matter.
On New Year's Eve, the Pei family, father and son, and Mo Yin had dinner together at home. Pei Jingyou seemed to be in a good mood, with a glowing face. He kept praising Pei Mingshu, and even showed a hint of abdication. Pei Mingshu was so outstanding. , within a few months of joining the company, the entire company had a scene of rejuvenation.
"Pei Qing is also very good." Of course, Pei Jingyou also took care of his younger son. "He did a good job in his studies." He looked at Mo Yin again, "Mo Yin is also good, good, everything is good."
Pei Qing's face was cold, Mo Yin just smiled lightly, and only Pei Mingshu remained cooperative.
After the banquet, Pei Mingshu helped Pei Jingyou upstairs. Pei Jingyou took medicine in the bedroom and pressed his chest. "After the New Year, I want Aqing to go to the company to learn how to work."
Pei Mingshu said: "Okay."
Pei Jingyou looked at him with loving eyes, "Mingshu, you don't mind?"
"I do not mind."
Pei Mingshu answered calmly.
"I thought you would be unhappy."
"There is nothing to be unhappy about," Pei Mingshu said, "He is also your son. This is a matter of course."
Pei Jingyou lowered his head slightly, "I'm sorry..."
"dad."
Pei Mingshu interrupted him, patted his father on the back, and whispered: "Happy New Year, please pay attention to your health."
When he went downstairs, Pei Mingshu saw Pei Qing and Mo Yin in the yard. Mo Yin's wheelchair was parked below and Pei Qing was sitting on the steps. It was snowing outside.
"Why are you sitting on the ground?"
Mo Yin and Pei Qing turned back at the same time.
This scene seemed familiar, and Pei Mingshu smiled.
Pei Qing turned his face and did not answer.
Mo Yin turned his head and looked at Pei Mingshu. Pei Mingshu went over and put his hands on Mo Yin's ears. Mo Yin shrank but didn't completely avoid it. Pei Qing glanced at him with cold eyes.
"My ears are about to fall off."
Pei Mingshu's tone was gentle, like coaxing a child.
"I'm not cold." Mo Yin said.
"nonsense."
Mo Yin stopped talking, lowered his head, and his face turned slightly red.
Pei Mingshu let go of his hand and looked at Pei Qing again, "What about you, are you not cold even sitting on the ground?"
Pei Qing said: "It's not cold." The tone and expression of the answer were very forced and stiff, as if he had to answer.
Pei Mingshu smiled and said, "Well, there are two people at home who are not afraid of the cold. It seems that we will be prosperous in the coming year." After he finished speaking, he touched Mo Yin's head and turned away.
After his figure disappeared from sight, Pei Qing showed an expression of disdain and sarcasm on his face. The expression was fleeting and soon turned into complete indifference. Mo Yin pretended not to see it and said after a while: " Let's go in."
Pei Qing also ignored him. He looked at the falling snow quietly, as if he planned to sit here all night.
Mo Yin stopped talking. He tightened his arms and sniffed again.
After a while, Pei Qing's arms moved and his face slowly turned around. He looked at Mo Yin's red ears and the tip of his nose, and moved his lips, "Go in."
Mo Yin returned to the bedroom and took a hot shower. When he came out, he found Pei Mingshu sitting on the sofa next to his bed, facing the floor-to-ceiling window.
The sound of the wheelchair rolling came, and Pei Mingshu turned his face and smiled at him, "Are you washed?"
Mo Yin rubbed his hair with a towel and said "hmm".
He pushed the wheelchair over, and Pei Mingshu reached out to him. Mo Yin hesitated and handed him the towel.
Pei Mingshu sat on the sofa and wiped Mo Yin's hair sideways, "You and Pei Qing get along well."
"Um."
"You are of the same age, so you should have a lot in common."
"fine."
Pei Mingshu let out a faint laugh.
"The personalities are a bit similar."
Mo Yin stopped talking.
Pei Mingshu wiped him half dry and combed his wet hair neatly with his fingers. Mo Yin lowered his head, revealing a pink-white ear in his black hair. Pei Mingshu touched his ear, causing Mo Yin looked up at him.
Pei Mingshu smiled and handed Mo Yin a red envelope, "New Year's money."
"I do not want."
"Take it, keep it safe."
When Mo Yin didn't answer, Pei Mingshu stood up and put the red envelope under his pillow. "Sleep on it at night."
Mo Yin turned around and said, "I didn't prepare a gift."
"Need not."
Pei Mingshu waved to him, "Happy New Year."
After Pei Mingshu went out, Mo Yin pushed the wheelchair and took out the red envelope under the pillow. After opening it, he found a black and white secondary card and a handwritten folded card inside.
"Peace every year - Pei Mingshu."
Pei Mingshu's handwriting is a little different from that of his person. The writing is very powerful and there is a faint sense of oppression. His signature after the New Year's blessing is more like an arrogant declaration: 'I want you to be safe, and of course you will be safe. '.
Mo Yin raised the card and sniffed it.
It's the unique light fragrance of Pei Mingshu.
Expensive and elusive.
He felt like he was getting more and more excited.
I wonder what will happen when such a person finally collapses in despair?
Suddenly, Mo Yin seemed to feel something. He turned around and saw Pei Qing standing at his door. The door was halfway open. He was holding a box in his hand and looking at Mo Yin with a complicated expression.
Mo Yin was still holding up the card written by Pei Mingshu. Seeing this, he quickly put it down. He adjusted his expression and said, "What can I do for you?"
Pei Qing came in and closed the door.
He came over and threw the box aside. The packaging of the box shook open, and Mo Yin saw a corner of a brown scarf falling out of it.
Pei Qing took the card out of his hand, and Mo Yin subconsciously followed the card and grabbed it upwards.
Pei Qing raised the card, which blocked his eyes so that Mo Yin could not see the expression on his face clearly.
He didn't know how much of his overly excited expression because he wanted to do evil had caught Pei Qing's eyes. Mo Yin said nothing and decided to remain unchanged in the face of all changes.
Pei Qing lowered the card in his hand, glanced down at it indifferently, and said in a calm tone: "Do you like Pei Mingshu?"
Mo Yin: "...?"
