Tick ​​tick

It's Mother Song.The clock knew her, she didn't know the clock.

Zhong Zhong knows that his appearance is deceptive, and it is not inharmonious to say that he is a girl with a heroic appearance when wearing a skirt.He didn't dare to admit that he was a boy who likes women's clothing, so he said in a false voice, "Hello, Auntie, I'm dating Song Qiyou."

When Song's mother entered the room, all she could see were the traces of the lives of the two people: two sets of toiletries were placed in the bathroom, two cups were placed on the coffee table, and the clothes of the two were hanging on the balcony.She walked back to the sofa and sat down, asking, "Are you living together?"

Clock didn't dare to say more: "Yes."

"Where's Song Qiyou? Did you go to school?"

"Yes."

"Don't be nervous." Mother Song patted the seat beside her, "Sit down and talk."

The clock didn't dare: "Auntie, sit down first, I'll get you a glass of water."

The water was handed over, and the clock sat a little farther away while Song's mother was drinking.Seeing that Song's mother didn't say anything, she continued to ask him general questions: "How old are you?"

"24."

"It looks smaller. Are you still studying?"

"already at work."

Mother Song frowned slightly: "May I ask which school you graduated from?"

It's started.An alarm bell sounded in the clock's heart: "Big M."

"Oh? What major?"

"Astrophysics."

Mother Song frowned, and took another sip of water: "No wonder Song Qiyou likes it. Why didn't you continue reading?"

Clock struggled for a few seconds between making up a lie and telling the truth, thinking that sooner or later Song's mother would know that he was the youngest son of Shi Yusu's younger brother Shishi, so he gave up struggling: "I don't think I am suitable for continuing to do research."

"Really, it's not easy for girls to learn this. So what do you do now?"

Zhong Zhong had no time to take into account the inappropriate gender assessment in her words, and did not dare to talk about opening a bar, but only said: "I am running a bookstore now."

"Oh." Mother Song responded with a long voice, and said nothing more, as if he had nothing to say about opening a bookstore after studying M University.

This makes it impossible to communicate. If you know that you are a boy or a boy who likes to wear skirts, why don't you just issue a eviction order?The clock was on pins and needles, and forced a smile: "Auntie, do you want me to call Song Qiyou back?"

Song's mother looked at him more and more strangely: "He is busy, why bother him?"

Ok.

Clock sat with a smirk, watching Mother Song take out a flat tablet and start brushing.His heart fell little by little with Song's mother's finger, and finally rebounded when it hit the bottom. like that.He asked, "Auntie, I still have some work to do, do you mind if I take care of it?"

Mother Song didn't look up: "You go."

As soon as the clock returns to the bedroom, send a WeChat message to Song Qiyou: Teacher Song! Help!Your mother suddenly came!

Song Qiyou replied after 15 minutes: I will be right back[/心]

Looking at the love heart, Clock felt a little better. He comforted himself not to be afraid, and continued to browse the decoration shop. When Song Qiyou's voice sounded, his heartbeat frequency finally became normal.

When the clock left the bedroom, Song Qiyou was pretending to be surprised and said "Mom, why are you here".Regardless of whether Song's mother saw that the surprise was feigned, Song Qiyou was called back by himself after all, Clock walked to him and answered: "Auntie has been here for a while."

Song Qiyou took a step forward, protecting the clock half of his body behind him: "Mom, this is my boyfriend, clock."

Clock's mind was in a mess, thinking whether Mother Song was going to throw the cup or the pillow, but it didn't work out.After a while of silence, Song's mother repeated thoughtfully: "Boyfriend. I always regarded him as a woman, and he didn't refute it. Clock, and Shi Yusu..."

"It's his own brother."

Song Qiyou wanted to hold Zhong Zhong's hand and lead him over there, but Zhong Zhong didn't dare to have such intimacy with him in front of Song's mother, so he took a step back and followed him.Mother Song said when they were about to sit down: "Song Qiyou, I want to talk to you alone, but if you don't mind letting your boyfriend hear, and your boyfriend doesn't mind listening, then he can also stay .”

What should come is still coming.The eyes of the clock went dark, and he closed his eyes and opened them again. When Song Qiyou asked, "Clock, are you going to the bedroom first?", he shook his head and said, "I'll be right here."

As if their decision didn't matter at all, Mother Song's expression remained the same, and her voice didn't change. She said, "Physics is not enough anymore. You need to fall in love with your roommate's younger brother, a male bookstore owner who likes to wear skirts, to be satisfied?"

Talking to yourself without addressing yourself, plainly treating the clock as air.Song Qiyou felt uncomfortable: "Being with the clock has nothing to do with satisfaction, it is purely spontaneous love. Physics is another matter."

"I can't find a better explanation for choosing such a person other than seeking excitement."

"That's because you didn't find it, but I found it."

"Don't avoid 'such a person', you don't need me to repeat 'such'."

The younger brother of his roommate, a male bookstore owner who likes to wear skirts.Clock thought to himself, it sounded tempting.But self-deprecation is a passive resistance to sadness, but fortunately Song Qiyou gave him a reason not to be sad in time:

"Mom, you got the order wrong. First he, then his gender is male, and then his hobbies and careers."

Song's mother let out a "heh", as if a sign of an emotional outburst for a self-supporting woman.Sure enough, her tone was sarcasm: "Your father and I have never handed over your set."

Song Qiyou did not back down: "Yes, you have taught me almost nothing except study."

Song's mother turned from sarcasm to contempt: "Looking back in a few decades, you will be ashamed of your hopeless ideas now, and regret that you did nothing at that time."

"I'm not sure what kind of concept is right in your eyes, what kind of things to do is considered an achievement, but I will be responsible for my life."

Song's mother put the water cup on the coffee table, stood up, and looked down at Song Qiyou: "Song Qiyou, I am so disappointed in you. You should apologize for the years of education that your father and I have given you."

"I should apologize to you, I'm sorry, but it's only because I didn't tell you before you found out." Song Qiyou also stood up, not allowing Song's mother to look down on him, "As for education, you educated me only out of experience, I've taken those experiences, but now, who I choose to be with is out of love."

The words are dead.

There was a bang on the door, and the house returned to calm for a while.The clock was stunned for a while, and the first sentence he said was: "Auntie, won't you stay for a meal?"

When Song Qiyou saw that the little fox was stupid, he patted his head and said with a smile: "Do you want her to stay for dinner? She may not have gone too far, I..."

"Don't, don't, don't!" Clockwork came to his senses, grabbed Song Qiyou's hand and raised his head and asked, "Why did Auntie come here suddenly?"

Song Qiyou thought for a while: "Maybe when I was at home in the first month, she saw that I was different from before? Or maybe she just felt that I didn't do enough things in the second half of the year to inspect my daily life."

The only ones who can compare with Song Qiyou are Song's mother's students.The clock shuddered: "So this is... she was forced to accept?"

"To be precise, she realized what she couldn't change."

Zhong Zhong considered Song Qiyou's words, and thought of what he just said, and said with emotion: "Mr. Song, you are so handsome."

"Ah?" Song Qiyou didn't quite understand why he was suddenly praised, "It's okay, isn't it the reason?"

Song Qiyou solved everything as a physical problem in an orderly manner. Although he didn't understand the style, he was unexpectedly romantic.

The thing I was always afraid of so I avoided was solved in such an unexpected way. Clock couldn't tell what I felt in my heart, so I put it down beforehand, and asked, shaking Song Qiyou's arm, "What should I do, I don't have time to go shopping."

"Go tomorrow? I'm fine tomorrow, so I can go early in the morning."

"Okay, let's take a look at the furniture tomorrow. Some of the styles have to be made to order." Clock stood up and patted his skirt. "Now go celebrate? Go and have fun!"

Clock stopped the car at the intersection and said that he wanted to take a walk to the bar with Song Qiyou.But the spring night seems to have tenderness for the winter day, the wind blowing makes people feel chilly, and the decision to take a walk is so unwise.

He hid in Song Qiyou's coat, and Song Qiyou also opened his arms to let him hide. The two rushed along the road awkwardly, talking and laughing in the bustling and intoxicated on both sides of the road, just like all the couples that can be seen, An ordinary couple.

Song Qiyou had never been used to the messy and meaningless atmosphere of the bar before, and it was awkward to be in it.But now the clock is the best reason for his existence, the clock with a shape shaking the utensils, the beautiful and fragile clock under the psychedelic light, the clock with the eyes raised and smiling when handing a glass of wine whose color is like sea waves.

"Here. You can choose this kind of drink with very little alcohol content."

Song Qiyou was embarrassed, and took a sip.Clock asked expectantly: "How is it?"

"Hmm... is it sweet?"

"Teacher Song is really..." Clock laughed for a long time but couldn't think of a suitable adjective, "You can taste the sweetness."

Isn't this too attacking the other's weaknesses with one's own strengths?Song Qiyou took another sip, and heard the clock say cheerfully at the bar:

"Fred said that I am a fast learner and my level is already good. He said that I can go to take a test, but I don't want to take the test. What kind of certificate do I need to play in my own bar. But believe it or not, Mr. Song, as long as I only mix single-digit glasses every week, and people will still compete to buy the wine I mix.”

"What you can't get is always in turmoil..."

"Mr. Song, why did you sing?" Clockwork blinked, "Mr. Song, are you drunk so soon?"

Is it because the clock personally mixed the wine, so I got drunk so quickly?His head was getting heavier and heavier, Song Qiyou was very drunk and muttered "I'm not drunk".

Clock laughed out loud: "I just met, no, it should be when Mr. Song first met me, when I came here and only wanted to drink fruit juice, I never thought it would be today."

He sighed again: "I can't think of it, who dares to think. It's also here. When I received the note from you saying you love me, I was completely dumbfounded. The drums downstairs were like raindrops falling on my heart. The heart is like a sponge soaked with water, damp and heavy."

Clock approached and kissed Song Qiyou's forehead with blurred eyes: "Mr. Song, if you're drunk, just listen to the following words and let it go.

"When I first returned to China, I was not sure whether to open a bar, so I bought a branch of flowers and pulled the petals. This way, I can meet you, but I can't meet you. I can, I can't, and in the end it's 'no'. I am very unconvinced , forcibly tore a flower petal out of thin air for you, and the bar opened.

"During this period of time, I have gradually realized that you want me to have my own life, not to push me away, but to think that we can be closer together as independent individuals. So although it is difficult, I am trying hard , although tiring, but if the result is good for our future, it's all worth it.

"But Teacher Song, what I just said is that I just want to understand a little bit. For the rest, although I should be an independent individual, I still insist that the core of most things is you, and most decisions are ultimately made for you. .I think this is what a 'lover' should do.

"Teacher Song, you will always be my last petal."

In a daze, a rain of flower petals fell in Song Qiyou's mind.

The author has something to say: continue tomorrow!The text will end tomorrow!