Chapter 93 Red and White Roses

Time flies so fast, even winter is coming to an end.

Xia Xiqing didn't go back to Xia's house during the Chinese New Year, and it wasn't his home before. Anyway, he was already used to celebrating the New Year alone, and he didn't think it mattered. But this time was different. Zhou Ziheng accompanied him until the 29th day of the twelfth lunar month, and only went to the Xishan villa on the 30th day of the new year.

The house was lively, and there were people everywhere. Zhou Ziheng took off his scarf and down jacket and gave it to Aunt Hong. His father was entertaining relatives in the living room, and there was a young girl next to him, who seemed to have brought it. Zhou Ziheng took the initiative to say hello to the New Year, and got into the kitchen.

"mom."

Mother Zhou was scooping a spoonful of chicken soup from the casserole to taste it, and just as her son came back, she quickly put the spoon to Zhou Ziheng's mouth, "Hengheng, help me taste it, is there any lack of salt?" Zhou Ziheng blew He drank the soup twice, "Delicious." He licked his lips, "Mom, how many days did your research institute have a vacation?"

"It's on the eighth day, but I have to go back early. I have a very important project on hold. I'll cook something delicious for you at home these few days."

Seeing that her mother was very happy, Zhou Ziheng hugged her arm and asked tentatively, "Mom, who is outside?"

"Your father's hair is small. He used to grow up in a courtyard house." Mom took out the cut fruit again, inserted a piece of dragon fruit with a toothpick and fed it to Zhou Ziheng's mouth. He quickly took the toothpick and asked again, "Then The girl next to you..."

"My precious daughter." Mom laughed, as if deliberately teasing Zhou Ziheng, "How is it? Are you pretty?"

When it comes to the word "beautiful", Zhou Ziheng's mind only has Xia Xiqing sitting in front of the drawing board and drawing quietly.

"Don't talk to me about kissing, what age is it, there is still such an arranged marriage." Zhou Ziheng didn't even realize that he was completely without money here.

Mother Zhou glanced at him and closed the kitchen door, "Just kidding you, talk so much." She lowered her head to cut the spring bamboo shoots, but Zhou Ziheng wanted to help but couldn't get in, just like he couldn't get in either.

"Mom, actually I have..."

"I know what you're going to say." Mom raised her head with a very calm face, "Your sister-in-law told me."

"Sister-in-law? She..." Zhou Ziheng didn't expect that Jiang Yin would tell his mother, the news caught him off guard, "How could my sister-in-law..."

"I realized something was wrong during the few days you were in confinement. I asked her several times before she was willing to tell me and let me hide it for you." Mother Zhou put the chopped bamboo shoots into the chicken soup and closed the lid , "Although I don't know whether you were born or changed later." She looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes, "But if it's a whim, there's no need to say it."

"No." Zhou Ziheng immediately retorted, but he felt that his tone was a little too aggressive, so he had to slow down, "I'm not on a whim, I really like him. No..." Zhou Ziheng was dissatisfied with his words ,"I love him very much."

Mother Zhou put down the things in her hand and turned to look at Zhou Ziheng. She gave birth to him very early, and even now it seems that her face does not have many traces of time, but a wise and mature beauty. She watched silently for a while, as if trying to read the expression on her son's face.

"Actually, at the beginning, I couldn't accept it. I couldn't sleep at night for several days in a row. I felt very regretful. I felt that you should not be allowed to enter that circle. You should study hard and do research work like me. This is It's quite natural."

She lowered her eyes, "but your sister-in-law told me with certainty that you are not influenced by the circle, you are still the old you, and you have become more complete. But even if she said that, I still can't accept it, not me To deprive you of the right to like someone is beyond my imagination."

Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and opened his mouth, he wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. As a son, he did not have the courage to speak out.

"Compared to many people, our family is both happy and happy. Although you have been in the entertainment industry since you were a child, we have never neglected your education and care. I don't know which link went wrong." Mother's brows furrowed slightly, as if bewildered.

Zhou Ziheng looked at her. The confusion in his mother's eyes pierced a weakness in Zhou Ziheng's heart. He was actually afraid that his mother would be hurt.

Zhou Ziheng was more afraid than whether she could accept it or not, that she blamed her lack of care for the fact that she fell in love with a man.

This is not true, so Zhou Ziheng was afraid.

But the next second, the mother's brows stretched out, and her eyes were full of relief.

"But then I figured it out."

She raised her head, reached out and touched Zhou Ziheng's cheek, "I didn't make a mistake, neither did you."

"My son just fell in love with one person. This person is just right, and he is also a boy." She smiled, "The logic is actually very simple, right."

Zhou Ziheng's nose was sour. He actually had a lot to say, but at this moment his emotions had surpassed rational and logical thinking. He did not expect that his mother had silently thought about his feelings for so many days and nights. As a mother, she must have struggled and panicked, after all, she was not walking the mainstream path.

But Zhou Ziheng has never taken the mainstream road since he was a child.

His throat was blocked. He paused for a long time before saying in a calm voice, "Mom, thank you."

"It's a big holiday, don't cry for me." She patted Zhou Ziheng on the shoulder, "Don't say this at the dinner table today, your father doesn't know anything, and he's impatient, we'll have a long-term plan. If you're serious If you like someone, your mother will help you."

In fact, this used to be the most tormenting part of Zhou Ziheng, even though he had already made the worst plan, he thought that the possibility of not being blessed by his family would not hurt him too much. As long as he did not lose Xia Xiqing, he could Sacrificing a part of perfection.

However, for a child like him who has lived in a happy family since childhood, the proportion of family in his heart is so important.

He is willing to give up this important part, and he is already mentally prepared for this. But now, that important part is telling him in turn that you're not wrong.

You will not lose me.

At this moment, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

Zhou Ziheng rushed back to Haidian early in the morning of the first day of the new year. His mother specially gave him a lot of supplements, nominally for him, but before leaving, she kept winking, "Say Happy New Year for me."

Zhou's father, who came out with him to see him off, still looked puzzled, "Who do you want to say Happy New Year to?"

The mother and son said in unison, "Tell you~"

Before returning home, Zhou Ziheng thought that Xia Xiqing must be sleeping, but as soon as he opened the door, he found that he was not in his home, so he ran back to the opposite door, opened his own door, and saw Xia Xiqing standing on a chair cleaning the floor-to-ceiling windows, and heard the sound of the door opening. "Why did you come back so early?"

Zhou Ziheng put down the supplements and rushed over, hugging Xia Xiqing's leg all of a sudden, he was strongly resisted, "What are you doing, I'm working."

"Why are you so industrious, my little painter." Zhou Ziheng took him down from the chair and turned around before putting him down. He pressed his shoulders and kissed his cheeks on the left and right, "That's good."

"Nervous." Xia Xiqing wiped his face in disgust, looked at his shoes and couldn't help cursing, "Why did you come in wearing shoes, go out and change my shoes, I'm annoying you."

Zhou Ziheng stuck out his tongue, then obediently ran back to the entrance to change his shoes. As for what his mother knew, he wanted to wait until everything was done before telling Xia Xiqing, lest he worry.

"I won't buy such a big house in the future. It's exhausting to clean." Xia Xiqing sat on the floor and unscrewed a bottle of water.

Hearing what he said about buying a house in the future, Zhou Ziheng felt inexplicably pricked in his heart, as if the future picture appeared in front of him.

"It's called Aunt Baojie." Zhou Ziheng came over and sat down, holding him in his arms.

Xia Xiqing's eyes were blank, as if he was really tired, and he said slowly, like an exhausted kitten, "I just have to clean up by myself during the Chinese New Year."

"You are too cute."

"Go away, you're cute."

"It's the cutest that you don't admit that you're cute!"

"...the New Year's Eve fight, isn't it?"

The two were arguing when a phone call came in. It was Xia Zhixu who asked them to come over for dinner. Xia Xiqing hadn't agreed yet, but Zhou Ziheng was very happy. He kept interrupting, but Xia Xiqing had no choice but to agree.

"Like Mission Impossible, it's not easy for you to fall in love." Xia Zhixu opened the door for Zhou Ziheng, who arrived later. Zhou Ziheng took off his hat and mask and walked in. He saw Xia Xiqing, who had been there for a while, sitting in the restaurant Help Xu Qichen make dumplings on the table.

"Brother Ziheng!"

Before he could react, a figure rushed towards him and hugged him like a small bomb. He looked down, wasn't this Xia Xiuze, "You're here too?"

"Yeah, I'm also Xia Zhixu..." Halfway through his words, Xia Zhixu kicked him on his calf and kicked back the second half of his words, "Hehe, I heard that my brother is coming, I Just come."

Zhou Ziheng walked to Xia Xiqing's side with a smirk, "Is this the dumpling you made? There is no artistry at all."

Xia Xi gave him a clean look, "I think you're just looking for a fight."

Originally, he was not a good cook, and making dumplings was a piece of cake, so he had to let Xian ask Zhou Ziheng to take his place and help Xu Qichen make dumplings. Xia Zhixu was playing games with Xia Xiuze, but Xia Xiuze lost every game, and Xia Xiqing was about to roll up his sleeves, "Can you do it?

Xia Xiuze pursed his mouth and shifted his butt, "Then you win it back for me."

"Don't worry." Xia Xiqing grabbed the handle, "Look at my brother, I'll kill a piece of armor and not leave it behind."

Xia Zhixu snorted, "Don't set up a flag for yourself. Chen Fang will come over in a while and let's have a three-man game."

"Come on."

"What if you lose?"

"It's up to you."

Xia Xiu Zedong, who had nothing to do, looked around, and found that the box in the corner of the living room was piled high, "Zhi Xu...Brother, what is this?"

Hearing his call for brother, Xia Zhixu turned around and explained, "My mother asked me to move from home two days ago, saying that the old things from the past had no place to put them."

"Old things?" Xia Xiuze laughed, sitting cross-legged on the ground and began to pick and choose, "I like old things the most."

"Then you can pick and choose, and if you like it, take it back."

"Um!"

Actually, there was nothing special about it, most of them were Xia Zhixu's previous hard drives, and some books were basically programming and physics-related. Xia Xiuze flipped to the bottom and found a large photo album.

"Wow, so many photos of you as a child."

Xu Qichen quickly wrapped the last one, washed his hands and ran over, "I want to see it."

"Brother Chenchen, haven't you seen it?" Xia Xiuze turned his head and asked.

Xu Qichen shook his head, "Some have read it, but I don't seem to have this one." He looked down at the yellowed old photos, "I know that your teeth were too obvious when you were young. How come you had teeth before you changed them." He went back to After flipping through it, I found a group photo of two children, both of whom were only three or four years old. They were shaped like glutinous rice dumplings, sitting next to each other on a small bench.

Xu Qichen was a little puzzled, "Is this your brother next to him? It doesn't seem that small." He held up the photo album for Xia Zhixu to look at, and Xia Zhixu glanced at it, "That's Xia Xiqing."

"You two look like you when you were young, even more like brothers." Xu Qichen added in a low voice, bumping into Xia Xiuze's shoulder, "But your brother is more beautiful, right?"

Xia Xiuze nodded and said in a low voice, "Brother was like a girl when he was young."

"Can you say that again?!"

"I didn't say anything!" Xia Xiuze hid beside Xu Qichen like a little mouse, lowered his head and flipped through the album.

Zhou Ziheng heard them talking from a distance, and wanted to go there to see it, but there were still several unwrapped skins at hand, so he had to speed up his actions, finally finished wrapping the last dumpling, neatly sized it up, quickly washed his hands and walked to the living room .

"Hey, wait, who is this picture?" Xu Qichen held down one of the pictures that Xia Xiuze flipped over, and pointed at the person above, "Who is this little girl?"

Zhou Ziheng sat down next to Xu Qichen, and when he saw the photo of his finger, his heart suddenly jumped twice.

Suddenly, vague memories of childhood flashed in my mind.

A girl in a white dress handed him the white rose in her hand, "Take it, don't cry. I'll take you to find your mother."

"I..." Little Zhou Ziheng burst into tears, "My mother is not here."

The girl's footsteps paused, "Really? My mother is no longer here..."

The six-year-old boy hugged his leg, tears streaming down his face, "Sister, I'm scared. Many people are looking at me, and I want to cry."

"I'm not a sister," he pulled Zhou Ziheng away, squatted down and held his shoulders, "Also, don't be afraid."

"It's nothing to be afraid of."

Pulling away from the memory, Zhou Ziheng's heartbeat could not be calmed down. The face that was washed away by time and blurred in the memory gradually merged with the girl in the album.

"Who is this?"

Xia Xiqing's harsh words came true, Xia Zhixu really lost, he simply dropped the handle in his hand, walked over to pick up the album, squinted his eyes and laughed suddenly, "Hahaha, Xia Xiqing, you Look! Your beautiful black history!"

"What the hell..." Xia Xiqing was still immersed in the excitement of winning the game, and it was a bit baffling to see him so happy. When I walked over, I saw a girl in a long white dress with black hair that was waist-length. The photo was not very clear, but the background behind it was clearly Xia Zhixu's house.

Xia Zhixu seemed to have got a baby, so he showed it to everyone naively, "I tell you, this is the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school, it's summer vacation anyway, I, Xia Xiqing and Chen Fang, the three of us play games together. , he lost three games in a row, and we forced us to wear my mother's dress, and my mother helped us dress him up together, beautiful or not, hahahaha."

Xia Xiqing glanced at him with a look of disgust, "What the hell, there's no such thing at all, you can just fool yourself."

"Really, the physical evidence is here, and the witness will arrive in a while! Your memory is too bad, you can't remember such an important thing."

"My hippocampus has his own thoughts, and I don't remember any shameful things." Xia Xi glanced at him innocently, but on one side he saw Zhou Ziheng staring at the photo, he kicked Zhou Ziheng's coiled up Legs, "Hey, don't look at it."

Zhou Ziheng suddenly raised his head, looked at Xia Xiqing's face carefully, then lowered his head to look at the photo, repeating several times.

"Why don't you watch it?" Xia Xi was about to grab the photo album, but Zhou Ziheng suddenly hugged him, "You are that girl!"

Xia Xiqing pushed him away, "Who's a girl! Talk to me!"

Zhou Ziheng hurriedly asked Xia Zhixu for confirmation, "Did you go to a park at the time?"

"Yes! My mother took us to Zhongshan Park." Xia Zhixu sat on the sofa, still laughing, grabbing Xu Qichen's hand and rubbing his stomach, "But then he didn't know where to go by himself. Yes, I found him after a long turn. I thought he was autistic at the time, Xia Xiqing, the women's clothing boss, hahaha."

what.

Why doesn't he have any impression at all? Could it be that he had a miserable childhood and selectively forgot so many things?

However, looking back on the past, all Xia Xiqing can remember is pain and torture, not much joy. What kind of women's clothing boss, he doesn't remember at all.

But thinking about it carefully, Xia Xiqing suddenly flashed some images in his mind, the small playground in the park, the lawn under the roller coaster, and a child who cried and stuttered when he was dragging him and wouldn't let go.

No wonder he always felt that Zhou Ziheng looked familiar when he was a child.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental..."

Zhou Ziheng's face was filled with excitement, "My first movie was filmed in Hankou. Last time I wanted to talk about going to that park to have a look, but I didn't mention it because I was afraid you would be unhappy."

Xu Qichen, who had been listening to several people's conversations, tried his best to figure out his thoughts, "Wait a minute, so you met when you were young?"

"He's the sister I liked when I was a child." Zhou Ziheng grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, Xia Xiqing broke his hand and held his forehead, "What sister... ah, my headache."

"That's right! I got lost in the park, and he folded roses for me with paper." Zhou Ziheng didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment. He could hardly believe that the young lady at the time was actually Xia Xiqing. He grabbed Xia Xiqing's hand, "Can you still fold now?"

"It seems..." Xia Xiqing pulled a piece of paper and lowered his head, "I'll try..."

"I rely on Xia Xiqing, you have been delaying others since you were a few years old."

"Tsk tsk, I don't even dare to write novels like this..."

"Brother, you look good in a skirt!"

"To shut up……"

The room was a mess, only Zhou Ziheng didn't say a word, he felt like he was dreaming. The whole person was dizzy, as if flying into the clouds. There is nothing happier than this.

At the beginning, Jinghong glanced over and over again, and after going around for fifteen years, he actually returned to his side.

It turned out that the so-called white rose was the red rose in front of him.

"You are my first love."

This sentence, like a feather, fell lightly in Xia Xiqing's ear. He lowered his head. Those memories lost in the long river of time seemed to be recovering little by little. The crying little dumpling turned out to be the person in front of him. .

"What..." Xia Xiqing muttered in a low voice, "I've been eating my own vinegar for a long time."

Raising their heads and looking at each other, the two of them couldn't help laughing.

"I hated you so much at first," Zhou Ziheng also found it funny, "Why didn't I recognize you the first time I saw you, I'm so stupid."

Recalling the first encounter of tit-for-tat, Zhou Ziheng was full of regrets.

"I forgive you." Xia Xiqing pinched his chin, pursed his lips and smiled proudly, "Because of your crush on me for so long."

so far so good.

They didn't miss it.

Xia Xiqing smiled and placed a folded paper rose in Zhou Ziheng's palm.

The crying child stumbled over from the mist of time, wrapped in the spring breeze and hit his full bosom.

Tears turned into soft kisses, childishness turned into enthusiasm.

He hugged him who had been gritting his teeth for many years, and patted his back gently.

This time it was his turn to say, don't be afraid.