He had always thought that Jiujiu didn't come because she had given up, but when he suddenly heard that Jiujiu didn't come because he didn't want to see her, his heart instantly softened.
Wei Han let out a long sigh. Looking at Jiujiu's red eyes, he resigned himself to fate and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of Jiujiu's eyes. He said in a dry tone, "I don't dislike you."
After hearing Wei Han say that he didn't dislike her, Jiujiu suddenly raised her head and looked straight at Wei Han with a pair of big red eyes. She asked, "You don't dislike me, do you?"
Looking at Jiujiu's clear and transparent eyes that had been washed by tears and were like the sky after a heavy rain, Wei Han could no longer harden his heart to say that he hated Jiujiu.
Wei Han accepted his fate and looked at Jiujiu, saying, "I don't dislike you, and I don't dislike you."
"Then why don't you want to be with me?" Jiujiu reached out and held Wei Han's hand.
Wei Han's palm was very big, thick, and rough. His palm was full of thick calluses. When Jiujiu's small and tender hand touched it, she felt that Wei Han's hand was as rough as sandpaper.
However, even so, Jiujiu still stubbornly put her hand in Wei Han's hand. She raised her head and looked into Wei Han's eyes, waiting for an answer.
Being stared at by Jiujiu, Wei Han could no longer deceive his heart. He wanted to deny it, but his heart told him that he should accept his fate. In fact, he liked Jiujiu.
If he didn't like her, he would have thrown her out at the first meeting. If he didn't like her, why did he find all kinds of reasons every time? If he didn't like her, he wouldn't have stopped to listen to Jiujiu's words. If he didn't like her, he wouldn't have hesitated.
Accept your fate. In fact, you liked Jiujiu. You made so many excuses because you were afraid, afraid of your strange constitution. In fact, it was not that he disliked Jiujiu, but because you felt inferior. You felt inferior and felt that you were not worthy of Jiujiu at all.
Wei Han opened his mouth, but his lips were as sticky as glue. His throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't make a sound at all.
At this moment, all his senses were focused on his hand. He could only feel the delicate hand in his palm. It was soft and tender, as if he could squeeze water out of it.
After a long time, Wei Han let go of Jiujiu's hand. He turned around and didn't look at Jiujiu. He said with a dry voice, "I'm not worthy of you."
"Uncle, you're very good. I'm not worthy of you."
"I'm not worthy of you." Wei Han turned around and looked into Jiujiu's eyes. "You're still young, but I'm getting old. I was shot last year and survived in the intensive care unit for half a month. Even if I take good care of myself, I still have some sequelae. Now, I look very strong on the outside, but I'm weak on the inside."
Wei Han looked into Jiujiu's eyes and said seriously, "I'm older than you, and I'm not in good health. I'm destined not to be with you for long. You're still young and may not understand what I mean, but when you grow up, you'll know that when two people are together, it may be because of love at first, but in the end, it will become companionship. I'm destined not to be with you for long. I can't give you a future.
So, I've never thought that you're not worthy of me. I've always been the one who's not worthy of you. "
After Wei Han finished speaking, he turned around and took out the key to open the door.
The moment Wei Han opened the door, Jiujiu hugged Wei Han's waist. Her small face was tightly pressed against Wei Han's back. "Uncle, I like you. I like you. I want to be with you, not because of companionship."
"I know. I'm young, but my parents divorced when I was young. I followed my father. After my father remarried, I threw a tantrum and moved out alone for eight years. Actually, I know better than anyone what it means to like someone. When I see a funny joke, I'm the first person I want to share it with. When I'm happy, I'm the first person I want to share it with. Uncle, those people are all you."
"So, don't push me away because of these reasons, okay?"
Wei Han's body froze in an instant.
Jiujiu hugged Wei Han's waist and did not let go. Wei Han stood at the door and did not move. After a long time, Wei Han first reached out and pulled Jiujiu's hands away from his waist. Just when Jiujiu thought that Wei Han was going to push her out, Wei Han suddenly carried her into the room. As the door was closed by Wei Han, Wei Han pressed Jiujiu against the door. Looking at Jiujiu's big eyes, he said, "Okay, I promise you."
Wei Han looked at Jiujiu's eyes, and the string in his heart that had been taut suddenly relaxed. There was also a smile at the corner of his mouth, which softened his tough facial features.
"If you want to leave, tell me, and I'll let you go."
Suddenly hearing that Wei Han was willing to be with her, Jiujiu immediately hugged Wei Han's neck and did not let go. She said softly, "I don't want to leave you, uncle." At the same time, she raised her head and kissed Wei Han's cheek several times.
Wei Han was not prepared and was suddenly kissed by Jiujiu.
Wei Han had lived for 31 years, and it was the first time that he had been so close to a woman. A layer of red instantly appeared on his bronze skin. After a while, he put Jiujiu on the ground uncomfortably and turned to walk to the kitchen.
Looking at Wei Han's back, Jiujiu raised the corner of her mouth and showed a sly smile. There was no sadness in her eyes.
Wei Han had been very depressed during this period. He usually ordered takeout, but today Jiujiu came, and he agreed to be with Jiujiu. Naturally, he was embarrassed to continue ordering takeout, so he went directly to the kitchen to cook.
The two of them were in a stalemate outside for a long time. When Wei Han finished cooking, it was already past nine o 'clock.
After the two of them finished eating, Wei Han went to wash the dishes, and Jiujiu lay on the sofa to watch TV.
After Wei Han came out, Jiujiu immediately pulled Wei Han to sit beside her. She directly sat on Wei Han's lap, hugged Wei Han's neck and leaned on Wei Han's shoulder to continue watching TV.
Because there was a heater in the house, Jiujiu took off her down jacket and wore a thin sweater. Just by hugging Wei Han's neck, Wei Han could feel the temperature of Jiujiu's skin and the light fragrance from Jiujiu's body.
It was very light, a little like the fragrance of milk, but also a little different. Wei Han could not tell what it was exactly, but it made him feel very good.
Wei Han just sat there motionlessly and let Jiujiu lean on his shoulder. When the TV was over, Jiujiu got up from Wei Han's lap. Wei Han only felt that his legs were numb, and his neck was stiff to one side. Needless to say, it was also stiff.
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