Long Junju likes his supermodel boyfriend

"1000?"

Ao Xu nodded, came to him and held his hand.

"It's okay, we can settle it, but they are your parents, so we still hope to resolve it peacefully."

Bai Xuming couldn't hear what he was talking about, his mind was full of the fact that his parents wanted to extort 1000 million from him.

He is 26 years old this year, and it has been eight years since he opened his family.

Until now, he still remembers the day his parents kicked him out of the house.His mother was wearing a red short-sleeved sports shirt, and her half-length black hair was permed in small curls, with silver threads in the pitch black; his father was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, and had a crew cut that was close to bald.

It was the weekend of the first week of the college entrance examination, and it was also the second month after he realized that he was gay.At that time, a classmate in the class reposted an article with the title party, called "experiments banned in colleges and universities".The content is that a group of sociology students do a group assignment to test the tolerance of homosexuality in society.

In order to control variables, they recruited [-] volunteers in the school to participate in the survey. All [-] students thought that they had a good relationship with their parents, and all passed the test.

These young people will go back to 'come out' to their parents during the first week of the experiment, and then record the results truthfully.At that time, all [-] young people confidently expressed that their parents would definitely understand them. This experiment will last for half a year, allowing each parent to accept it differently.

The results of the first week of the experiment were unexpected.Among the [-] students, only [-] parents accepted the fact that their children are gay, [-] parents said the word 'sever relationship', and [-] parents said they would take their children to see a psychiatrist' Correction', the rest of the students started cold wars with their parents to varying degrees.

After this experiment, several students who had a good relationship with their parents began to reduce the number of times they went home, and nine students applied to withdraw from the experiment.Due to the uncontrollable consequences, this social experiment was forced to stop.

The experiment was suspended, but the damage caused by the experiment was still fermenting.

Bai Xuming clicked in by mistake and took a look. Since then, he has repeatedly imagined in his mind how his parents would react as if possessed.

Both his parents were high school teachers, his mother taught English and his father taught history.Bai Xuming's relationship with his parents is relatively traditional or average.When I was young, I went to cram school like everyone else, and my grades were above average. I didn't talk much in front of my parents. I was once considered an introverted child.When he was in high school, he had a big fight with his parents because of his interest in modeling. In the end, because of his grades, his parents expected him to be admitted to a top-ranking school as an art student, so they reluctantly agreed to his choice.

All in all, it is not a close parent-child relationship.

But he was eager to try.The volunteer in the article isn't really gay, but he is.So this experiment gave him the last 'fig leaf' of his self-righteousness like a layer of emperor's new clothes.He thought to himself, I'll give it a try, and if they get mad, I'll say it's a joke.

Bai Xuming could convince himself that it was a joke, but he couldn't convince others.

The excitement in his heart kept him awake all night, and finally at noon the next day when he mustered up the courage to swallow a second mouthful of rice, he calmly opened his mouth.His voice didn't tremble, his tone was calm, and he said 'I'm gay' as naturally as 'I'm Bai Xuming'.

His father, after a brief moment of stupefaction, put down his chopsticks and questioned him in a serious and calm voice: "Say it again."

The weather in June has started to be hot, and their family lives in the former teaching staff building, which is generally ventilated, humid and hot.The turquoise electric fan on the ceiling was squeaking, as if it was dying.

Bai Xuming used to be very afraid that it would just spin and fall, but at this moment, he was not afraid anymore.

Not only is he not afraid that the fan will fall and kill him, but he is also not afraid of his father's anger, rather, his father's vaguely suppressed anger gave him the courage to fight and strengthened his belief that he was not wrong.

He speaks his heart like a warrior: "I'm gay."

Snapped!

His mother slapped him quickly and screamed, "Nonsense!"

"I didn't," he argued.

Snapped!

Another slap.

"Don't eat this meal," his father flipped the bowl to the ground, his roar sounded like Xia Ye's thunder: "Kneel at the door and reflect!"

What happened after that was like a pot of rice paste.

Bai Xuming stubbornly said "I'm not wrong", and couldn't find any other words to refute.

Until his parents said: If you don't admit your mistake, get out of this house, and I will die as a son!He finally felt a burst of anger rushing to his throat.

He yelled, "Get out, get out!"

At that time, he really did not expect that he would not see his parents again for the next eight years, nor did he imagine how difficult it would be for a child who had just grown up and only had a high school education to face the society alone.

He rushed out like a hurricane in anger.

In the middle of the night, he was lying on the dining table on the second floor of KFC, watching the staff turn off the lights, the wind was howling outside the glass, the thunderstorm was loud, and his father's roar and mother's screaming were all in his mind.

His tears flowed down with the rain on the glass.

Is family affection so shallow?Is such a stubborn concept of inheriting a family more important than a living person?Is homosexuality more terrible than cancer, so that parents can sever ties with him?

He can't figure it out, and neither can the tens of millions of people in China.

For the next eight years, he never returned home once, just like his father said, 'I will die as a son! ', he also thought he had no parents.During the most difficult time of life, he never thought about going back.They will not complain, after all, every parent has imagined a scene full of children and grandchildren in middle age. He is gay, and having no offspring is considered unfilial, but his parents abandoned him regardless of family affection. This is betrayal, and Bai Xuming also Will not forgive this.

That way, no one owes anyone.

But he didn't expect that one day, his self-confessed noble parents would blackmail him.

Is it because they have changed too much in the past eight years, or I have misremembered.Bai Xuming was deeply puzzled. The thin layer of affection he had left for his parents was like an A4 paper fluttering in the strong wind at this moment, as if it would be torn apart by the strong wind in the next second.

The doubt turned into anxiety, overpowering his aversion to going home.

"Go back... Go back and have a look." Bai Xuming looked into Ao Xu's eyes, and the other's bright eyes reflected his uneasy expression: "You will accompany me."

Ao Xu touched his head, Bai Xuming felt his back go numb, and soon relaxed.

"of course."

After lunch, Wu Zhi went to pack his luggage.

Lu Ji, Wu Zhi, Ao Xu and Bai Xuming set off together, while Jiang Miaosi stayed in Shanghai in case something unexpected happened.

During the three-hour drive, Bai Xuming didn't say a word.

When we got to the ground, it was already dark, so Wu Zhi took a coat for Bai Xuming to put on in case he caught cold.

It’s still the same old community, with brown walls and poor sound insulation. Standing downstairs, you can hear Mr. Zhang, who teaches politics on the third floor, arguing with her lover.The snack street outside the community was demolished, and a new square was built. At this time, several songs of different styles were stalemate, and no one would let anyone else.

Bai Xuming looked up, the lights were on on the fifth floor, it was his home.

At this time, he was wearing high-end fashion, with a high-end car behind him, which was incompatible with the smell of fireworks here.Who would have thought that eight years ago he ran away from home wearing a Semir T-shirt, and eight years later he came back wearing a Versace coat.

A few people came out of the corridor, the leader had a scar on his face, looked fierce, but sounded like a baby when he opened his mouth.

"Mr. Lu, you are finally here."

"What are you shouting about, what's the situation now?"

The scar man covered his mouth subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "I'm in a mood, and I won't eat if I don't let go out, heh, I'm playing "Red Rock" with me. I ordered a KFC family bucket for them without saying a word The takeaway is delicious, and the old couple secretly drools." After speaking, his face was quite smug.

Lu Ji didn't bother to talk to him, a fool, and was about to walk up after he was pushed away, but the Scar Man hurriedly stopped him, flattering him, "Mr. Lu, don't worry."

"What do you want?"

The scarred man smiled: "My girlfriend is a fan of Teacher Bai, can you..."

"No, go away."

The darkness hides Ao Xu's expression.

Before getting out of the car, he felt the fluctuation of the aura.

At this time, standing in front of this building, a powerful aura, containing unparalleled spiritual power and historical prophecies beyond time and space, penetrated his brain instantly and gently, ushering in the cleansing of his soul.This is the aura of the dragon god clan, the purest sound of dragon chant thousands of years ago.

There is no doubt that there is an earth-shattering spiritual weapon hidden in the old community of such an unremarkable third-tier city.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Bai Xuming beside him.

When you get this one, there is only the last one left, my dear baby, your mission is almost complete.

Surrounded by them, Bai Xuming went upstairs.

There were a few young and strong men who looked like gangsters squatting in front of their house. Bai Xuming guessed that this was probably the "local way" mentioned by Lu Jikou.

The gangster opened the door for them, the five miles were brightly lit, Bai Xuming squinted his eyes, and opened it again to find his parents standing at the door.

"Bai Xuming...?" His mother frowned and called out tentatively.

The woman who had curls in her memory dyed her red hair, which old people would choose to look younger, and the curls were replaced with big ones. The beige thin shirt that Bai Xuming was wearing had never been seen before. Maybe he bought it after he left.

Too.What year is it, how can there be a piece of clothing that has been worn for eight years?

His father was standing next to his mother, his hair was gray and thin, and still so short that his scalp was visible.He pursed his lips, looking bitter and bitter, as if he had experienced all of China's 5000-year history.

Both the husband and wife have the appearance of ordinary people, and the splicing of the facial features of the two faces with their own rich and superior features creates Bai Xuming's astonishing face.

Bai Xuming nodded. He wanted to say hello, or say hello, but he couldn't open his mouth for a while.

Neither going in nor standing.

Ao Xu moved closer to Bai Xuming, new people and new memories pulled him out of dry memories.Bai Xuming thought to himself, I already have a new life, don't forget what I'm here for.

"Can I go in?" he asked.

Mother Bai was startled, and nodded again and again: "Quick, come in quickly."

When a group of people entered the room, Bai Xuming saw this young man with gauze on his head sitting on the sofa.

He only felt that this person looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

The young man also saw him. Compared to Bai Xuming's indifference, the other party was as enthusiastic as a fire. He stood up and wanted to hug him: "The big star is back! Rare guest, rare guest, do you remember me?"

Bai Xuming frowned, not liking his greasy familiarity.

Lu Ji blocked the young man for him, and warned with a cold face: "Sir, please sit back."

The young man's open arms were a little awkward. He sat back on the sofa, forced a smile and said, "The big stars are different. The nobles forget things... You can sit wherever you want, and you will be at home."

His tone was as if this was his own home.

Mother Bai came over with a few cups of tea leaves, and said cautiously: "You don't remember, this is your aunt's son, your cousin, Dada."

Wu Zhi quickly took the plastic teacup: "Auntie, let me do it."

Bai Xuming vaguely remembered that his mother had a younger sister, but the two families had little contact, and the impression was not deep.

"I don't remember." He said bluntly.

"Hmph." Father Bai who came over with fruit snorted coldly: "What do you remember?" After finishing speaking, he put down the fruit plate and entered the house.

The young man stood up and smiled at them embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, my uncle has such a personality, don't mind." Then he followed and knocked on the door of the master bedroom: "Uncle, cousin finally Come back once, don't make trouble."

Just like the son of this family.

"Which one of you is biological?" Lu Ji looked at Bai Xuming and said jokingly.

Bai Xuming was in a bad mood and ignored him.

At this time, Mother Bai brought the second wave of tea, and hurriedly called everyone to sit down: "Everyone, sit down, the house is simple, please take care of it. I'm going to fry two dishes, and I'll eat a little later."

Wu Zhi quickly stood up: "Auntie, let me help."

Mother Bai waved her hands again and again: "Hey, no need, there's no reason for guests to do it," she said, and shouted in the direction of the bedroom: "Old Bai, come out and help me."

No one answered her.

The young man turned to her and said, "Uncle said he couldn't eat it."

Mother Bai was a little embarrassed, she rubbed her hands on the apron, and said, "Oh, this old man has a weird temper, don't mind it."

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