paranoid like you

Chapter 41 Can I See You?

Fu Chaosi put on the protective clothing and came to his grandfather's hospital bed. The grandfather lying on the hospital bed was still in a coma.

His deepest impression of his grandfather was before he was eight years old, when he was handsome and tall.When he was a child, many people said that Fu Chaosi was more like a grandfather than his father, smart, arrogant, and stubborn in his bones.

But at this moment, Fu Chaosi hated this energy very much. If it wasn't for his refusal to give in, how could his grandfather delay going to the United States for treatment for so long.

Seeing Grandpa's slightly trembling lips, Fu Chaosi got up and approached his mouth, "Xiaosi, grandpa's... Xiaosi, grandpa misses you..."

His body seemed to be forcibly poured with tons of heavy metal, and he froze in place and sank to the point where he could not move.He didn't dare to use force to hold Grandpa's hand, so he could only stop and tremble slightly.

It has been half a month since Fu Chaosi separated from Ye Moxiang at the hotpot restaurant.Before leaving, Fu Chaosi left the house key to Ye Moxiang and entrusted him to take care of Yuanyuan temporarily.

The two of them are not far away, Ye Mu thinks that every day when he goes home at noon and evening, he will go to Fu Chaosi's house first, feed Yuanyuan before leaving.

When Ye Mu wants to be free, he will stay at Fu Chaosi's house for a day, maybe he is waiting for Fu Chaosi to come back, or not.

He sat alone in front of Fu Chaosi's desk, occasionally flipping through the books on the desk.Fu Chaosi's bibliography is very diverse, including various subject reference books, classics, and even Jin Yong's martial arts.But no matter what kind of books, without exception, all are in English.

The only Chinese books, only brand new textbooks.

Fu Chaosi seems to like marking the pages with a pencil when reading a book.His handwriting is delicate, which is more pleasing to the eye than print.

People often say that their words are like their own, but the reality is always different.Fu Chaosi has such an insolent character, yet he writes clean and delicate handwriting, full of tenderness, like a gentle and elegant Jiangnan woman.Especially the Chinese characters, which are written extremely beautifully, but they stop at being beautiful.

Ye Mo wanted to hold Fu Chaosi's final composition test paper in his hand, and almost laughed out loud.The marking teacher can score 45 points, probably all depends on his writing.

Fu Chaosi's composition has no grammar or rhetoric at all.It can be seen between the lines that he is restless, and he is trying very hard to make up the [-] words required by the title.

Ye Moxiang could even picture Fu Chaosi's head down, fidgeting while clutching his pen.

It may be really difficult for a person who has lived abroad for ten years to write an [-]-word composition within an hour.

Ye Moxiang, who was still immersed in the composition, was suddenly interrupted by Yuanyuan jumping up to her upper body.He carried Yuanyuan to the desk, gently rubbed its pads, and was a little distracted, "Tell me...is he okay now?"

Yuanyuan didn't seem to be satisfied with such intimacy, she stood up and ran into Ye Muxiang's arms, calling twice, begging for a touch

In the middle of the night, Ye Mu wanted to fall asleep when he received a phone call unexpectedly.

"Excellent student, do you want to eat hot pot?"

The familiar voice pierced through the eardrums, and Ye Mu wanted to lean against the bed and reply, "At this point, the hotpot restaurant has already closed."

"Then don't eat hot pot." The other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, "I want to see you, okay?"

"Okay." Ye Mu couldn't help tightening his finger on the phone, "Where are you, I'll find you."

"It's downstairs at your house."

When Ye Mu wanted to go downstairs, Fu Chaosi just stood in front of him, the dark night did not cover his heroic eyes.She smiled at him with a tired face, as arrogant and arrogant as before, but in Ye Muxiang's eyes, she was not annoying.

Ye Mu wanted to approach him, "When did you come back?"

"Just got off the train." Fu Chaosi said.

"Would you like to go home to rest for a while?" Ye Mo wanted to kick his pocket with one hand, but there was still no expression on his face.

"No, it will wake up grandma if it's too late." Fu Chaosi lowered his head, rubbing the tip of his nose, "Then... I'm leaving, good night."

"If you're not in a hurry, I'll take you somewhere."

Fu Chaosi was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by Ye Moxiang's words.

Ye Mu wanted to take him to the gate of No. [-] Middle School.

"Why did you come to your school? Now the door is closed and you can't get in." Fu Chaosi looked bewildered.

"Over the wall." Ye Mo wanted to say, and had already started to climb up the wall.

The top students have already crawled, so there is no reason for him not to move.

Relying on their height advantage and vigorous posture, the two turned over easily.

Ye Mu wanted to take him to the front of the laboratory building and onto the rooftop.This piece of roof is very spacious, the summer night is cool and breezy, there are many clouds floating in the sky, and there are also a few stars hanging on it.

The two leaned side by side against the wall and looked into the distance.

Fu Chaosi bent his legs and put his arms on his knees casually, "Want to hear my story?"

Ye Moxiang nodded, waiting for him to speak.

"Fu Zhengdong, have you heard of it?"

"Well, a professor in the Department of Mathematics of Tsinghua University, his research on Zhengdong's law has brought great achievements to the field of calculus. But it is said that some time ago, he was diagnosed with cancer..." Ye Mu wanted to speak halfway, then suddenly turned to Looking over at him, "He is you..."

"It's my grandpa." Fu Chaosi straightened his legs and changed his posture, "Because of my parents immigrating to the United States, we have almost cut off relations with grandpa in the past ten years. Until grandpa was diagnosed with cancer, I learned from his diary You know, for ten years, he missed me every day."

Fu Chaosi shook his head mockingly, "Thinking about what a bastard I am, it will last ten years if I leave like this."

"I can't blame you. You were only eight years old, and immigration is not something you can decide." Ye Mu wanted to put his shoulders on his shoulders, comforting him.

Fu Chaosi continued, "My impression of grandpa only stayed before I was eight years old. Grandpa told me Fermat's last theorem when I was very young. It sounds scary, right? But I didn't find it annoying when I was young. , and listened with gusto."

"Probably these behaviors made my grandfather full of hope for me." Fu Chaosi changed his posture again, "So my grandfather expected me to be admitted to Tsinghua University and be his student since I was a child."

Ye Moxiang still listened silently.

"However, after such a long time, I thought Grandpa had forgotten it long ago. But after reading his diary, I found out that Grandpa always remembers." Fu Chaosi lowered his head.

Ye Mo wanted to say: "That's why you are so eager to take the Tsinghua Junior Class?"

"Well, I don't know how long grandpa can last. The college entrance examination is too long, and the junior class is a shortcut."

"Sorry, let me disturb." Ye Mu wanted to smile bitterly.

"Hey! I said this not to make you blame yourself. This matter has nothing to do with you. Besides, even if I take part, I may not be able to pass the exam." Fu Chaosi was worried that the other party would be a burden, so he quickly explained.

"Is grandpa okay now?"

"Not very good. The main problem is that Grandpa doesn't cooperate with the treatment." Fu Chaosi sighed.He was a little tired, and kept changing his comfortable posture. "There are better equipment and technology in the United States. My dad has already contacted him, but grandpa is very resistant to the United States and refuses to go."

"I just had an operation two days ago, and my life is temporarily out of danger, but how long can I last?" Fu Chaosi shook his head, "It's hard to say."

Fu Chaosi hadn't closed his eyes for several days, and after learning that his grandfather was temporarily out of danger, the stone in his heart was finally let go.Hastily bought the return ticket, unconsciously walked to Ye Mu homesick, already exhausted by this time.

Ye Mo wanted to see how tired he was, "Go back."

"Can you stay a little longer? I don't really want to go back." Fu Chaosi closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"But……"

"It's okay, it's even more uncomfortable for me to go back."

"Then...would you like to lie on my lap?" Ye Mo paused, "Maybe...it will be a little more comfortable."

Ye Moxiang's thighs don't have much fat, but it's very comfortable to lie on them.He closed his eyes, feeling a sense of relief in his heart, the cicadas singing at night didn't affect him.

After lying down for some time, Ye Mu wanted to call him twice.But he still closed his eyes and ignored it.He felt Ye Muxiang's fingertips lightly brushing his forehead, sliding down the contours of his face, and finally stopping at the earlobe.The other party's fingertips were warm and cool, and he rubbed them lightly. The soft and comfortable touch made him gradually fall asleep.

In the early morning, Fu Chaosi was woken up by Ye Muxiang's cell phone ringing.

Ye Moxiang leaned over and took out the phone from his pocket, "Grandma, it's okay, I'm with Fu Chaosi, I'll go back later."

Fu Chaosi opened his eyes, sat up from Ye Moxiang, put his fist to his mouth and coughed lightly, "Sorry, I fell asleep last night. Grandma is okay."

"It's okay." Ye Mu wanted to get up from the ground, and simply patted the soil.

"Well, thank you last night." Fu Chaosi still felt a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at the other party.

"It's okay, let's go, go back."

For students who are about to enter the third year of high school, summer vacation always seems so extravagant.The country's treaty prohibiting make-up lessons has been shouted for more than ten years, but it is nothing but a dead letter after all.

The dog days are coming to an end, but the weather is still very hot, but Qianyang No. [-] Middle School has started school.

Fu Chaosi lay on his stomach for two consecutive classes, with the air-conditioning box behind him, the cold wind blowing at the tips of his hair, swaying gently.

This kind of supplementary lessons in hot summer is even more unacceptable to Fu Chaosi, who has lived in the United States for ten years.It is already his limit to be able to avoid absenteeism.

Even the harsh ringing of the bell after class did not affect Fu Chaosi's dream.

"Fu Chaosi, today's extra meal is here. I put it here for you." The classmate put a beautiful box on the desk next to Fu Chaosi.

For this kind of situation, the students in the class have long been familiar with it, and there is an endless stream of girls who come to give gifts to Fu Chaosi every week.But only the person who delivered the box every day between classes still aroused the great curiosity of the students.

This person is the only one who has insisted on giving gifts since the first day Fu Chaosi transferred to another school, and has persisted until now.

This mysterious person had entrusted other students to deliver it to Fu Chaosi's class door.After the summer vacation, it will be changed to a delivery boy to deliver to the school gate, and then transferred by other students.In order to take this opportunity to meet Fu Chaosi, many girls even ran to the school gate during the big breaks to act as a "middle school" for delivering things.

When other people give gifts, they will always include some confession letters, or even selfies of themselves.But the mysterious person who delivered the snack box every day didn't give any words.Not even his gender is known.

The students in the class even set up a detective team to investigate the mysterious person who sent the box, but after a month of hard work, they couldn't find any clues.

The exquisite box contains different kinds of snacks every day, but only Fu Chaosi knows that these gifts are all his favorites.

This mysterious man knew him very well.