My reunion with you is a belated confession

Chapter 22

Ever since Xingheng left that day, he never came to look for He Mingsheng again, and only He Mingsheng slept on the sofa bed that was moved out until school started soon.

Xingheng didn't come over for the first week, He Mingsheng thought that this person was finally about to give up, and comforted himself that this would be good for everyone, but he couldn't help looking at his phone every day, from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night.

However, Xingheng's phone calls and text messages have never been interrupted, but he has never answered the video. Every time He Mingsheng made a video call on the excuse that Grandpa Feng wanted to watch Xingheng, Xingheng always used various reasons to justify it. Even during the Spring Festival, Xingheng always called Grandpa Feng, saying that he and his parents were traveling abroad, and it was not convenient to video due to time difference.

It was not until two days before the start of school that Xingheng took the initiative to send a video to He Mingsheng.

"Have you changed your hairstyle?" He Mingsheng looked at the person he hadn't seen for half a month. In the camera, he had Xingheng's eyebrow-like bangs, his skin was very fair, and his lips were thin. He looked very well-behaved. The way other people's class doors are blocked and scolded is like two different people.

"Yes, is it good-looking?" Xingheng asked happily: "Ah, He Mingsheng, you don't know, I haven't seen you for almost 20 days, and I miss you so much."

"You brat, I'm still here, old man, why don't you say you miss me?" Grandpa Feng said pretending to be angry.

Xingheng probably didn't expect that He Mingsheng would answer his phone in front of Grandpa Feng, with a bit of embarrassment on his face, he quickly smiled and said, "Grandpa, I miss you, I miss you every day."

However, after apologizing with a smile, he felt a little bitter in his heart.He Mingsheng received the video in front of Grandpa Feng, if he hadn't been open-minded, how could he have acted so blatantly.

"Are you back from traveling?" He Mingsheng asked warmly.

Xingheng nodded fiercely: "I'm back, I came over to have dinner tonight and brought gifts for you and Grandpa Feng."

"Okay~" Probably because Xingheng nodded vigorously a little too seriously, looking cute, He Mingsheng smiled lightly and said, "Whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you."

"He Mingsheng, I want to eat meat, braised pork, I haven't eaten meat for a long time." When Xing Heng talked about braised pork, he drooped his head and put his chin on the table, very pitiful.

Hearing Xing Heng's tone, Grandpa Feng also raised his head and looked over: "Xiao Xing is so greedy, did he lose weight?"

"No, grandpa, I'm just hungry."

In the living room, Xingheng didn't know what he bought, and he coaxed Grandpa Feng to laugh, but he smiled and scolded him. He had been away for almost a month, and he didn't know how to send a video back: "I see you are After going out for more than half a month, my heart is playing wild."

Xingheng said haha, saying that he had jet lag abroad, and was afraid of disturbing his rest, so he often sent messages.

Grandpa Feng refused to admit it and said, "Do you really think I'm old? Don't think I don't know that you often call Xiaosheng. You can make calls but not video?"

"Yes, yes, I made a mistake with grandpa, and I will be punished to eat less meat later."

At the dinner table, Xingheng watched He Mingsheng prepare a table of dishes, tears fell out of his eyes.He should still be favored by the heavens—meet Grandpa Feng and He Mingsheng who are so nice and caring about him.

Grandpa Feng and He Mingsheng looked at each other, but neither spoke.

After an unknown amount of time, Grandpa Feng said, "Little Xing, have you been wronged?"

"Grandpa..., no, I...I just... miss you." Xingheng twitched, replied intermittently, and raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

Seeing this, Grandpa Feng smiled and put a piece of meat into the Xingheng bowl: "I think you probably want to eat meat. Hurry up and eat first. After the meal, the old man will settle the score with you."

Xingheng put away his emotions and grinned.He Mingsheng looked at Xing Heng's eyes, but he didn't look back for a long time on Xing Heng's forehead that had just lifted his bangs carelessly.

At the dinner table, Xingheng and Grandpa Feng talked about the places he visited, shared the customs and customs of various places, and talked about interesting things encountered on the road.He didn't hear He Mingsheng's voice, Xingheng glanced at He Mingsheng suspiciously, and saw that this person was staring at him for a moment, his eyes were dark like he had never seen before.

"He Mingsheng, why are you looking at me like that?"

Only then did He Mingsheng realize his gaffe just now, and he took some meat from the plate and gave it to Xing Heng: "I also think you've lost weight, eat more."

Until dinner, take good care of Grandpa Feng to sleep.

Xingheng was brushing his teeth in the bathroom, and didn't notice anyone coming in until He Mingsheng asked, "What's wrong with your forehead?"

Xingheng's hand paused, he didn't expect He Mingsheng to notice that the wound was actually not that big, but there were still some scars.

"Ah, have you noticed this?" Xingheng pretended to be mischievous and laughed: "He Mingsheng, don't you really care about me!"

Seeing Xingheng's inconspicuous change of subject, He Mingsheng felt a little helpless. This person probably thought that as long as he said he cared about him, he would not ask any more questions. In the past two years, He Mingsheng didn't want to let Xingheng know that he liked him, and Xingheng knew it too. Every time He Mingsheng wanted him to talk like this, the latter would always change the subject, or pretend not to hear, so this trick was tried and tested.

But this time, He Mingsheng cast a sideways glance: "Do you think I have never cared about you?"

Unlike the usual avoidance and pretending to be deaf, Xingheng was caught off guard: "Um, care, care!"

"So?" So how did you make it happen, and he wasn't around for half a month.

He Mingsheng's tone was really not very good, Xing Heng was a little happy for his concern, but also a little scared, because he had known He Mingsheng for so long, and he rarely saw He Mingsheng lose his temper.Just like that sentence: A person who is usually gentle and kind, who loses his temper is much more scary than a person who explodes a little bit more often.

"I...I..." Xingheng said for a long time, but he didn't say why.

"What are you, I'm scared?"

"No, no." Xingheng waved his hands frantically: "I just met a money grabber, and then I accidentally got smashed." So, if a person is cornered, he can say anything, so here's a compilation Little stories or something, it's not a problem at all.

He Mingsheng frowned and didn't speak.

Good guy, this is unacceptable!

People just can't lie, otherwise, how could there be a saying: If you tell a lie, you need to use a hundred lies to cover it up.

No, Xingheng made up a story from the beginning to the end: "I just arrived at the tourist destination that day, and I thought it was novel. I ran out for a walk alone at night, but I ran into robbers. I was very scared. I was thin and breezy, so I threw the money and ran away, but while I was running, I was hit on the head by an unknown object, and those people saw my head was bleeding, so they took the money and left."

After finishing speaking, he looked at He Mingsheng, and saw this person stepping forward, raising his bangs: "So, it's because of this that you haven't received the video all the time?"

Although it was a question, the tenderness and love in his tone could not be hidden, as if he had forgotten the thought that he wanted to hide all the time.

Xingheng nodded, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid you... and Grandpa Feng are worried!"

He Mingsheng looked at the scar carefully, and rubbed it with his fingertips: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." It doesn't hurt a long time ago, but brother, do you know what you are doing, it is easy to be misunderstood, okay?Xingheng looked at the person in front of him, with such an expression of concern and pity that people were reluctant to interrupt him at all.

He Mingsheng looked at Xing Heng's hesitant to speak, thinking that this person had something to say, so he frowned: "Say."

"He Mingsheng, do you... have someone you like?"