Same-sex marriage legalized

This is an answer I didn't expect.

It is extremely inaccurate to analyze and think about people's preferences based on the content of the interview. As the boss of Yiyu, it is impossible for Mr. Wei not to understand this matter, but he still did it, and it seems that he persisted for a long time.

That's why I was wondering--in this case, why didn't he come to ask me?

This is a question that has to be paid attention to.

As a result, Mr. Wei told me that because he was not confident, he wanted to take advantage of the situation.

He said: He Zhi, you don't like me that much.

It turned out that even he was equally timid deep in his heart, carefully maintaining the balance of this relationship.

I thought that Mr. Wei, like me, had gradually developed a different mind during the past two years of getting along.But from his description in a few words, we can know that the time should be earlier, at least much earlier than I imagined.

So, does the time go back to when I just entered Yiyu and met him only once?

I didn't ask him.

As Mr. Wei said, at that time, I only regarded him as the boss of a company who happened to be in the same school, and I didn't like him.In all fairness, if Mr. Wei had confessed to me first and then offered me help, would I have really agreed?

Probably not.

Because once I understand his thoughts, I will be afraid that I will not be able to give the same response in the future and make him uncomfortable.I clearly understand that I am a person who is not easily emotional by nature.

As for money, I borrowed money and borrowed money everywhere, forced myself to work hard, and overdrafting my health was nothing, and I could bear it.That way, even if you end up in debt, there will always be a time when you can afford it.

Probably because I was in a daze for a long time, Mr. Wei came over again and kissed the tip of my nose lightly.

"Don't think so much, I'm very happy now." He whispered, "He Zhi, you have rejected too many people and never given anyone a chance to approach you. I understand the reason, so I don't want to force you, Do you understand?"

He himself was sad, but he still said he didn't want to force me.

Thinking about it, this kind of silent tenderness permeates every aspect of life, so I always feel that Mr. Wei is a very good person.

I gazed into Mr. Wei's eyes.

Because grandma is French, his facial features are more three-dimensional, so his eyes always look very affectionate and focused when looking at people.I used to think that no matter who it is, they will have the illusion of being valued when they are stared at by him, but today I realized that the "illusion" may be given to me alone.

I couldn't help but curl my lips and look at him with raised eyebrows.

"Actually, I also like Mr. Wei."

Mr. Wei froze, didn't move for a long time, just looked at me dumbly.After a long time, he put down his hands holding my cheeks, bluffed his five fingers in bewilderment, and asked me with twinkling eyes.

"really?"

I chuckled and nodded: "Really."

Liking should be a sour but straightforward thing, and it should not be dusted.

"me……"

It was the first time that Mr. Wei spoke so hesitantly, he didn't even dare to raise his hand to touch me again, and he didn't say a complete sentence for a long time.He squatted in front of me, a little shorter than me, coupled with such a cautious demeanor, he seemed a little pitiful.

So I leaned over and kissed him.

Mr. Wei: "..."

His eyes widened instantly.

I smiled at him, and was about to straighten up, but Mr. Wei suddenly clasped the back of my neck with his right hand, pulled me down, and asked depressedly, "He Zhi, can I kiss you?"

His strength was great, and his broad and warm hands firmly grasped the back of my neck, and I couldn't retreat.

So we exchanged an affectionate kiss.

It has nothing to do with lust.

After the kiss was over, I stroked Mr. Wei's eyebrows and said to him: "It seems that we have to make some changes."

Mr. Wei rubbed my palm: "You tell me, I'll change it."

"How about—" I paused, "Talk to the sober me about the important things first?"

Mr. Wei's movements stopped.

"..."

I laughed, and gave answers to his previous guesses one by one.

"Actually, I don't care about being aloof or not, and I don't dislike people who are surprised at first glance; I do think that doing is more important than talking, but communication is also an indispensable part; I don't mind if the partner is too clingy, as long as it is not Unreasonable trouble; if you are willing to share with me the trivial things in life and work, I will be very happy."

After listening to me, Mr. Wei seemed very happy.

He explained with flying eyebrows: "I usually don't talk about my personal affairs with you. First, I think you don't like it. Second, most of the people in the Wei family and I have a normal relationship, even hostile, and I don't want you to get involved in those bad things." thing."

"Okay, I see." I asked, "But I still have one doubt."

"what?"

"Why did Mr. Wei always take me to friends' parties at first, but never again?"

Because of this incident, I thought he had started to feel bored and cold towards me.

I even suspect that he thinks my identity cannot be brought to such an occasion.

Mr. Wei thought carefully for a moment first, as if he was thinking about what I was talking about.Then, his eyes wandered for half a minute, and he replied, "Is it about the party... because you promised me at that time." At this point, he paused for two seconds before continuing, "I can't help it, Want to show off."

I:"……"

After answering, Mr. Wei suddenly became confident: "I'm with the person I like, isn't it worth being happy?"

I:"……"

He continued: "Later, I found out that you don't like that kind of occasion. And you are too nice, there are always people who want to get close to you, so..."

Mr. Wei went so far, but I already understood what he meant.

Another unnecessary misunderstanding.

I sighed: "Because of those gatherings, I always thought that Mr. Wei had someone else he liked."

"How is it possible?" He frowned, and his tone was a little harsh, "Who said that?!"

"Mr. Huang."

"Huang Zhengming?"

I nodded.

"That bastard." Mr. Wei stood up expressionlessly and walked outside, "I'll kill him."

I grabbed him: "Mr. Wei, calm down."

He held my hand instead, without force: "I can't calm down."

"Huang is always Mr. Wei's friend—"

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Wei said with a gloomy expression: "Huang is not a friend, it's just a temporary cooperation."

As he spoke, he kicked the coffee table hard and cursed several times.

This was the first time I saw him furious.

I wanted to comfort Mr. Wei, but found that the hand he was holding me was trembling slightly.

Are you really that angry?

I looked up at him, and found that his eyes were red again at some point.

I tentatively opened my mouth: "...Mr. Wei?"

"Is there a reason for this?" He turned his head sideways, and waited until his eyes were less red before turning around and continuing, "That's why you left me."

Mr. Wei's hands were still trembling slightly, and it was unclear whether it was anger or fear.

I stood up and hugged his waist: "It's all over."

He hugged me back, pulled me tightly into his arms, and buried his head in the side of my neck.

Mr. Wei always liked to bury his head on the side of my neck before, and I thought it was his habit at that time.Now it seems that it may be caused by anxiety, so I especially want to confirm the existence of another person.

In the past two years, we have been cautious, sensitive and insecure, so today, we have not taken a step right.

As for why...

I think it's because of love.

In a trance, I remembered something from my childhood.

When we were in elementary school, we lived in the village. Later, my stepfather opened a small shop in the town. The downstairs was the storefront, and the attic was a place for storing sundries and living people.

As it should be, there is no room for me.

So, I could only wait for the small restaurant to close at night, put together a few stools, pull out the quilt from the back kitchen, and sleep in the aisle between the tables in the dining hall.Living in the village, at least I can get a hot kang, but after moving to the town, it is always so cold that I tuck my feet into the blanket at night in winter.

In order not to make myself appear redundant, so that my mother can raise her head in front of her stepfather, I have done many things——

During the day, I get up early before going to school, learn the movements of adults, step on the bench to clean up the store, and wait for the store to open.After school in the evening, I continued to help in the store until there was almost no one else, and then hurriedly reviewed and wrote homework.

Otherwise, if you use the lamp alone, you will be said to only waste electricity every day.

People in the village and town always like to gather together to chat about the parents of the east and the family of the west when they have free time, and they never shy away from it in front of their children.I was considered a "celebrity" on that street in town.

Whether it's relatives on my stepfather's side or neighbors in the neighborhood, they all like to sit next to me and chat when I'm busy.

"Hey, look at that He Zhi, he is really sensible! I heard that his grades are also pretty good, if only my children are half as obedient as him."

"Tsk tsk, no matter how sensible he is and how good his grades are, what's the use? After two years, his mother and his stepfather will keep the child alive. Isn't he unwanted?"

"Yes, yes, what a pity."

"..."

Over the past few years, these words have been repeated back and forth, almost unchanged.

When they said it was a pity, they would always shake their heads and shake their heads, as if they were really sorry for what happened to me, and then grinned again in a blink of an eye, and when they got bored in a few days, they would bring it up and talk about it again.The time when I talked the most was when my grades came out and I won a certificate of merit.

So get used to it.

I am used to having nothing else to do, ignoring the malice from the outside world.After all, I work hard for myself, not to make anyone feel good.

Others always say that a bad "native family" and "growing environment" will have an irreversible impact on a person's character. I didn't agree with this statement before.I always feel that the growth environment is just a dispensable external factor, which can only limit my present freedom and never influence my future.

In front of my classmates, I never hide my poverty, nor do I feel inferior.When I became an adult, I thought that I had a perfect and sound personality, as well as some reliable qualities, and I could probably be called an excellent person.

From this point of view, my point of view is correct.

Until now, I am finally convinced—the conclusions proved by so many people always have their reasons.

I am indeed a timid, closed and pessimistic person.

Without a clear state of mind, unable to easily convey emotions, there are flaws in character that cannot be avoided.

When alone, these flaws may seem insignificant.But in fact, once people get used to not being seen by others, it will be difficult to see others in the end.It is said that a person who has a difficult life is moved by a little love and warmth, but I am just the opposite. Because I am used to overcoming difficult situations by myself, the walls in my heart are extremely high.

The relationship between Mr. Wei and I started from a misunderstanding at first.

Later, I made a preconceived judgment, subconsciously deceiving myself and others in order to "protect myself", telling myself that people have three major illusions, and the first one is "he likes me".All assumptions, all expectations are placed on the premise of "he doesn't love me", and then they continue to paralyze themselves and confuse judgments.

Simply put, I lost the ability to accept another human being.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but sigh softly: "Why do you like me?"

"Why do you need a reason." His head was still buried on my shoulder, and he spoke in an inexplicably stubborn tone, "I like you as soon as I see you, can't I?"

I hugged his broad back with one arm, and raised the other hand. After a few seconds of hesitation, I finally landed on the top of his head, stroking the top of his hair very lightly.

"Feel sorry."

I said softly.

"It must be very hard to fall in love with someone like me."