HBWnovel Chapter 59
Chapter 59
"Mr. Zhi, are you leaving?" Jiang Tong pretended to be calm, but there was obvious anxiety in his eyes.
Zhitao didn't have anything to pack, he could pack everything in a suitcase, which was completely different from the big and small bags when he came. The town was some distance away from the subway station, so he decided to drag the suitcase there by himself.
He put his hand on the suitcase, and he has always been gentle with children, so when he found Jiang Tong's uneasiness, he immediately comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, someone from the Jiang family will take care of it."
Zhitao had already discussed with Jiang's father, so even if he left, the Jiang family would be able to operate normally. Although Zhitao didn't like the Jiang family, he didn't really intend to let the Jiang family collapse.
The corners of Jiang Tong's mouth curled down, those weird double pupils stared straight at Zhitao, and asked aggrievedly, "Do you only care about the young master?"
Zhitao didn't react for a while, and then realized that the young master he was talking about was Jiang Wenhao. He looked at the diamond ring on his ring finger and smiled softly and sadly: "After all, he is my lover."
The idiot who was beaten half to death for being with him, the qualified boyfriend who would buy a bouquet of flowers home every anniversary, and the husband who cried so hard at the wedding.
Jiang Wenhao is his lover who has been with him for six years.
Jiang Tong didn't continue talking, just clasped her fingers, and said in a low voice after a while: "...I see."
Zhitao heard his voice and looked up at him, Jiang Tong was crying quietly with tears streaming down her face, her chest was heaving greatly, as if she was about to be overwhelmed by sadness.
Zhitao let go of the suitcase and walked towards him, holding him gently in her arms. After getting along for a month, Zhitao has already understood Jiang Tong's temperament, a little old-fashioned little adult, always suppressed emotions very well.
Just like now, he obviously wants Zhitao to stay, but he can't say it, he can only cry pitifully.
"Don't cry," Zhitao didn't have much experience in comforting others. He knew what Jiang Tong wanted to hear, but he couldn't stay for others, so he could only whisper, "Don't cry."
The fragrance surrounded the two of them, Jiang Tong smelled the smell, tears fell faster, he hugged Zhitao hard, and heard Zhitao hiss in pain.
Stay with me, okay?
Jiang Tong buried his head between Zhitao's neck, the strong blood vessels were trying to transport the blood from the heart to the whole body, he put his ear close to Zhitao's skin, he felt so warm.
It's the warmest thing he's ever had.
Zhitao felt uncomfortable being hugged, and held Jiang Tong's shoulders and leaned back. Jiang Tong felt his resistance, and finally let go of his hand slowly, as if his emotions had stabilized. Jiang Tong raised his head to look at him, solemnly Said: "Don't go away, okay?"
Solemnly as if praying, Zhitao stood up again, with her hands on the suitcase, the sun shining brightly on the suspended matter in the air, like huge white stars.
Zhitao's gaze stayed on the little bright spots dancing in the air, and realistic and cruel words came out of his mouth: "I don't want to stay."
Jiang Tong stared at him with red eyes, as if she was about to cry again, Zhitao continued: "Besides, I didn't really want the Jiang family, sorry."
Jiang Tong blinked and held back the tears, he suddenly said: "I like you."
Zhitao didn't know why he said that suddenly, but seeing his serious face, Zhitao responded: "I like you too."
After hearing this, Jiang Tong wiped away her tears with her sleeves, and then led Zhitao out. Many people on the street expressed regret for Zhitao's departure.
"Why are you leaving?" The aunt hugged the sleeping child, and was very surprised by Zhitao's departure, "Mr. Zhi, what will you do with the Jiang family after you leave!"
In fact, Zhitao feels that there is a limit to what she can do, and most of the time, Father Jiang takes care of it, but for some reason, the people in the town always think it is his credit.
"Naturally someone will take care of the Jiang family." The aunt was polite to herself, and Zhitao would naturally be polite to her, and continued on her way after the simple courtesy.
The people in the town said no more, less and no less. Seeing that he was leaving, each of them slowed down Zhitao and the others' progress. In the end, Zhitao had no choice but to nod casually, putting walking first.
After all, it is difficult to buy tickets at subway stations late.
The way to the subway station had to pass through a small forest. This forest was where Zhitao and the others had searched before, but the road was still detoured, so Zhitao pulled the suitcase and walked beside Jiang Tong, following in Jiang Tong's footsteps.
The rollers of the box and the ground made a rumbling sound, Zhitao took a deep breath, and looked around, surrounded by towering trees, the distance between the trees was small, and their huge roots seemed to be about to fight at any time.
Zhitao couldn't help but smile at this thought, he was about to look away when he suddenly noticed a figure in the forest, the moment he saw that figure, he couldn't move his feet, as if he was nailed in place.
Jiang Tong kept an eye on Zhitao at all times, so the first time he noticed that his expression was wrong, he first grabbed Zhitao's sleeve with his hand, and then asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhitao ignored Jiang Tong's voice, just stared at the distance obsessively, and made a small voice from her throat, as if she was afraid of breaking the phantom: "...Wen Hao?"
The back figure among the layers of trees was clearly Jiang Wenhao, he was still wearing the same clothes when he disappeared, even the details of the trousers rolled up were the same.
Zhitao's head hurt more and more, tears could not stop streaming from the pain, the tears dripped on the ground, he forgot his purpose here, just ran towards the back with all his strength, as soon as he ran, his sleeve slipped away from Jiang Tong's hand .
Jiang Tong stared blankly at him running towards the figure, his hands still maintaining the movement just now.
The shape of the sun being cut by the leaves, the wind being stretched by the ear, Zhitao heard the sound of his own heartbeat, it squeezed inward and then opened outward, accompanied by rapid breathing, he couldn't help shouting loudly: "Wen Hao ——!”
The back was not far away from him, Zhitao ran very fast, wishing he could grow wings and fly over, his mind went blank, rationality told him that the possibility of Jiang Wenhao surviving was very small, but he still wanted to go, wanted to see to that back.
Jiang Tong put down his hands, and quietly went to grab the rolling suitcase. He knew that his young body could not catch up with Zhitao, so he stood still and followed it with his eyes. After a while, he sighed extremely lonely.
Forget it, he thought.
Jiang Tong blinked, looked up and looked around in confusion, and couldn't help but said in doubt, "Strange."
Isn't he closing the closet?Why are you still running outside?Where is this again?
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Zhitao got closer and closer to the figure from the back, who stood there without moving, as if he was looking down at something.
"Wen Hao?" Zhitao became nervous again behind him, wondering if she had identified the wrong person, and called him with anxiety in her voice.
Hearing his voice, the man turned his head slowly, and the childish face was clearly reflected in the man's eyes. The man stared at the tear-stained little face and those dark eyes.
The man seemed to be stunned for a while, and then he reached out to help him wipe his tears with gentle movements.
Zhitao felt the temperature on his face, and tears fell down, like rainwater falling from the window, and even his voice was tainted with wet and salty taste, "Where have you been this month? You Where did you go?"
At the beginning, his volume was very loud, and he questioned the man angrily, but then he lowered his voice, seeing the man sideways facing him, the grievance in his heart gushed out like a spring, as if he wanted to kill his whole body. submerged.
Obviously Jiang Wenhao used to coax him when he saw him crying, but now not only did he not coax him, he even refused to hug him. Apart from wiping his tears just now, Jiang Wenhao did nothing.
The scenery in Zhitao's sight was wet with tears, even the man's face was blurred, he asked pitifully and quite naturally: "Aren't you coaxing me?"
Only now did the man turn around completely. It turned out that he was holding the flower in his other hand. The flower stem was long and slender. The flower was a round white flower with several petals wrapped and drooping.
Zhitao recognized the flower, and focused her eyes on the flower. The man noticed his gaze, and handed over the flowers in his hand. Zhitao carefully held the flowers over. There were more than ten bunches of flowers, large and small, in this bunch. The bunches are fragile and pretty.
Zhitao put the flower by her mouth, her red lips pressed against the white petals, the man watched all his movements intently, the man's fingers curled up unconsciously, as if suppressing some kind of emotion.
"Where did you find this flower?" Zhitao asked.
He thought he would never see this kind of flower again, but it seemed that the flowers were different from the ones he had seen before, and they didn't have that unique fragrance.
He pressed his stomach when he thought of this, and he knew that there was a special scented flower in his stomach, which he found in the confinement room of the kindergarten.
It is extraordinarily small, but extraordinarily fragrant.
It smelled like perfume from a woman who came to the orphanage, it smelled like food, and it smelled like his favorite comic book, Zhitao squatted beside it and thought quietly.
When he thought about food, he quietly pressed his stomach, he was so hungry.
He was imprisoned for a whole day, his limbs were exhausted from hunger, he stared at the flower curiously and thought: it is so fragrant, can it be eaten?
He thought so, so he did it. He tore off the flower and put it in his mouth. It looked like a dewdrop, and it also looked like a dewdrop when he ate it. It melted in his mouth and slid down his throat. Rubbing his neck, he couldn't touch anything.
Since that day, Zhitao has had a strange fragrance, and this fragrance is different for different people. Some children say that it is like a melting cream cake, and some children say that it is like a burning Paper.
But they all liked the smell of Zhitao.
Without exception.
Zhitao put the flowers down, waited for a while but didn't get an answer, he asked again: "Where did you find these flowers?"
The man didn't answer his question, but asked gently, "Who are you?"
Zhitao froze in place, looking up at him in astonishment.
The man was clearly Jiang Wenhao's face, even his smile was so similar, but his eyes were unfamiliar, as if he was looking at an ornamental plant.
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