Buddhist small green plum

Chapter 253 Go Back
Although the flames of jealousy kept jumping up and down in his heart, Xie Ying'an did not lose his mind after all.

He also knew the purpose of his coming here, so before he left, he went to the main courtyard to see his grandfather.

When Xie Ying'an passed by, the old man was smoking secretly by the window. Because the doctor specially ordered him not to let the wind blow, he only opened the window a crack, barely able to disperse the smell of smoke.

The doctor not only told me not to let the hair blow, but also specifically told me not to smoke.

The old man obviously knew about it, but he was very addicted to smoking, and he had been smoking since he was young. After the doctor said that he couldn't smoke, he moaned in front of the doctor and asked a series of questions why he couldn't smoke.
It wasn't until the doctor told him a lot of possible harms of smoking with professional knowledge, coupled with the anticipation cast by his son and daughter-in-law, that the old man reluctantly agreed to the doctor not to smoke for the time being.

It sounds nice to deserve it. It's only been a few days?Can't bear it anymore?
In the end, he was guilty of being a thief. Every time he took a few puffs, the old man carefully glanced towards the door, his expression was as vivid as that of a child who stole candy for fear of being caught.

Until the old man saw Xie Ying'an standing by the door looking at him, the old man's hands trembled, and the smoke almost burned his hands.

But he quickly calmed down, and waved to Xie Ying'an with a smile: "An Zi, come here."

When he said this, he took the opportunity to extinguish the cigarette butt in his hand.

Xie Ying'an walked over, his eyes fell on the cigarette case and lighter on the Sifang coffee table in front of the old man, he smiled slightly without saying a word.

A guilty conscience is definitely a guilty conscience. When the old man saw the grandson smile, he felt even more confused.

While observing Xie Yingan's expression, he reached out tremblingly and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, put it on his lips and did not light it, but asked Xie Yingan: "Have you ever smoked a cigarette? Boy?"

Xie Ying'an nodded invisibly, "I smoked it once."

The first time Xie Yingan smoked in his life was when Ji Yanchen just came back from abroad. On the playground, he had been observing Li Qingran's expression in secret. Li Qingran looked at Ji Yanchen with a momentary light in his eyes...

That kind of light, he is familiar with, is called liking.

It was also at that moment that he felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on his head in the cold winter months. From head to toe, even his bones felt cold.

Xie Ying'an felt irritable, so he skipped class that afternoon and hid in the alley in front of the school to calm down for a while. In the alley, there were also a few boys who also skipped class squatting and secretly smoking.

Surrounded by the choking smell of smoke.

The boys who skipped class didn't know which school they belonged to, but they knew Xie Ying'an. They didn't seem to expect that good students would also skip class. They looked at each other for a while, and while secretly looking at him, they whispered something together .

After a while, a fair-looking boy came out from a few of them. That boy looked very obedient, and he didn't look like a student who would skip class at all. He carefully handed Xie Yingan a cigarette.

He also stammered and asked him: "An, Brother An, do you want one?"

Xie Ying'an stared at the cigarette for a long time, until those elementary school students wanted to withdraw their hands, so he stretched out his hand to take it.

Seeing him accepting the cigarette, the other boys who had been observing their side were very excited, and one by one came over to light Xie Yingan's fire.

The fire ignited the cigarette, and Xie Yingan tried to take a sip. He must have felt uncomfortable when he started smoking. He was choked by the smoke and coughed violently.

It is said that tobacco paralyzes the nerves and forgets the pain.

Xie Ying'an didn't think so, maybe it was the effect of tobacco, at that moment he suddenly realized.

For a person like Li Qingran who is somewhat cold by nature, even if he likes another person, what can he do?

She is used to being at ease, used to hiding in her own cave, if no one lures her out step by step, how easy is it to expect her to take the first step?
It was also at that moment that Xie Ying'an suddenly understood that if he liked Li Qingran's path, he needed to go alone and go all out.

He should be thankful that during the time when Li Qingran had a crush on Ji Yanchen, Ji Yanchen hadn't learned how to like someone.

Hearing that Xie Yingan had smoked cigarettes, the old man was not angry but happy, he patted Xie Yingan's shoulder with a smile: "Good boy, you are not promising like your father!"

Father Xie doesn't know how to smoke, and was ridiculed by the old smoker for half his life.

"However, you are still young..."

While speaking, the old man reached out to take the cigarette case on the low table, but Xie Ying'an suddenly held it down with his hand, preventing him from taking it away.

Unable to get the cigarettes, the old man became anxious and started yelling: "Anzi, what are you doing?"

Xie Ying'an put the cigarette case in his pocket, he stood up and bid farewell to the old man: "Grandpa, I'm going back to City F first tonight."

The old man was taken aback, and looked at the sky outside through the window, and he also stood up: "It's so late, why don't you go back?"

"Yes." Xie Ying'an nodded, "There is something urgent."

The old man thought, why can't we wait until dawn before going back?
But he also knew that his grandson had always been big-minded and had a bad temper. If he said he wanted to go back, he would definitely go back.

Xie Ying'an pursed her lips and looked at the old man a few more times. He also looked a bit reluctant: "I will come to see you again after the holiday."

The old man insisted: "What's so interesting about me? Go back and study hard. Don't miss me all the time. I'm in good health."

As he spoke, he lit the cigarette that had been on his lips for a long time, sighed deeply, and said with emotion: "I've lived to my age, but life and death are not that important anymore, alas~"

It was rare for the old man to express such emotion in front of the younger generation. Xie Ying'an fixed his eyes on the old man's hand that was about to reach into his pocket for a cigarette, but did not speak.

The old man felt even more guilty when he saw him. He thought that the man who had reached into Xie Ying'an's pocket for a cigarette unconsciously retracted his hand unconsciously, and continued to smoke while sighing.

"I'm leaving first, Grandpa." Xie Ying'an stood up and walked out, took two steps and then backed away, taking the lighter on the table by the way.

The old man sighed behind him, and he did not forget to tell him loudly: "Slow down on the road, and be careful, Anzi."

The voice is deep and thick, no longer sick.

Xie Ying'an walked outside the courtyard. He glanced at the broken mobile phone next to the recliner, thought for a while, walked over to pick it up and put it in his pocket.

The WeChat account that sent him the photo is obviously a trumpet, no matter what his (her) purpose is, he has to check it out.

Uncle Jiang has already driven the car outside the small courtyard, and now he will roll down the window and call him: "Xiao An, do you want to go?"

The young man nodded, and his tall and thin figure walked out under the moonlight that filled the courtyard.

(End of this chapter)