like love

Zhou Weixia ran out very diligently for two consecutive days, and it was self-evident where he was going.Shen Yunman was so tossed by the two men's soft and hard tricks that he had no choice but to turn a blind eye to cover for others.

But before he was going to go out again this afternoon, Shen Yunman stopped him, "I'm going to pick up uncle at the airport later, and I still have to go out?"

These two days of mixing oil with honey were so ecstatic that Zhou Weixia almost forgot that his father was coming, "Well, good."

After picking up his father at the airport, Zhou Weixia asked as usual when he was going to see his mother, but he was surprised to hear him say, "Now. Xiaxia, are you free?"

Shen Yunman glanced at the father and son in the back seat from the rearview mirror, and felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere, so he interrupted, "Should we go home and rest first, it will be dinner in a while, my mother is waiting for us."

Mr. Zhou has always spoken softly to the juniors. He took off his sunglasses and said, "Don't worry, let's go take a look and go back."

He put away his sunglasses, still speaking in a leisurely tone, "I have something to say, and let his mother listen to it."

Zhou Weixia's face turned 'shua' pale, and even Shen Yunman gave him a wink from the rearview mirror without reacting.

But he took a peek at his father's expression, and in the end he didn't make any excuses, just said hello.

There are not too many people in the cemetery in the afternoon, and the sunlight is not very strong.Zhou Weixia and his father climbed up the stone steps, Shen Yunman sat in the car waiting for them, frowned and looked at their backs, and after thinking about it, he made a call.

In fact, the person she called was also the person the father and son were talking about.

"Are you in love recently?" Mr. Zhou said a few words in front of his wife's tombstone, then stood back under the shade of a tree and looked up for a moment, as if he was just taking his students out to sketch, with a normal tone.

Zhou Weixia has already made some preparations in his heart, and there are many answers to the questions being questioned in his mind, but it seems that none of them are suitable for answering, so he can only answer hastily, "Yes."

"Is it the person you sent me the work?" Mr. Zhou continued to ask.

Zhou Weixia didn't expect his father to focus on Ye Xingzhi's works first, so he answered bravely, "Yes."

"I have seen the works. There are a few good ones." He said.

Not standing under the sun, Zhou Weixia felt very nervous for no reason, and his palms were sweating.He summoned up his courage, stopped letting the sword of Damocles hang over his head, and said, "His name is Ye Xingzhi..."

He closed his eyes and continued, "It's my uncle's son."

The surroundings were silent for a moment, and the sound of cicadas chirping far and near filled the silent gap between the father and son.

Mr. Zhou's tone sounded unchanged, but he suddenly called out, "Xia Xia."

"When did it start?"

"University—" Zhou Weixia only thought that he was asking about himself and Ye Xingzhi, and when he met his father's eyes, he realized that this was not the case.He paused, stood there bewildered, and whispered, "High school."

"Also... I tried to like girls..."

Zhou Weixia lowered his head. After all, he grew up with his aunt. It took him a long time to overcome the guilt caused by his sexuality, but no matter what, he still couldn't tell his father so directly.

The muscles on Mr. Zhou's face, who were still taller than him, moved, "It's because I have cared too little for you these years."

"You have been very sensible since you were a child. I thought—" He tried his best not to speak so unfamiliarly, but he couldn't bring the distance between them closer in an instant, "I thought you would tell me these things yourself, not from Listen to it from others."

Zhou Weixia was stunned.

He was a little dazed, and whispered almost in disbelief, "You have no objection..."

Mr. Zhou smiled, and turned his head to look at his wife's tombstone not far away, "When Xiaowei and I got married, your grandmother also firmly opposed it." He stroked his son's hair and said, "It seems that objection It's of no use."

"right?"

Zhou Weixia couldn't tell whether it was a stuffy heat in his eyes or in his heart, as if a very old crack had been filled with new soil, he looked away, "I thought you would be with my aunt..."

He didn't go on, refusing to complain about others.And his father's generous palm caressed his forehead, and said softly, "I should have talked to you earlier."

"I'm glad you have your own idea." Zhou Weixia heard his father say, with a sincere tone, "Like your mother."

After Mr. Zhou finished speaking, he put on his hat, patted him on the back, and started to walk down the mountain.Zhou Weixia followed behind his father, went down a few steps and asked slowly, "So mother ran out from home to marry you?"

Mr. Zhou stopped and looked into his son's eyes, which were the same as his wife's.

He used to think that children were not old enough to talk to him about the past.But suddenly found that the other party has grown into an adult.

"Yes, she is very stubborn, and she won't listen to other people's ideas when she decides." Mr. Zhou replied, "Even creation."

Zhou Weixia found it very novel.I have been used to hearing grandma and aunts say that my mother is very good since I was a child. It is an empty "she is very good", and there is no real connection with the image of "mother".

But in the father's mouth, the mother is different.

"The painting she left you." Mr. Zhou said, "It is the gentlest brushstroke among her works." He laughed again as he spoke, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were tender, "Xiao Weiren is quiet, but I like to paint things that are passionate. Do you remember those self-portraits of her that I hung in my studio?"

Most of the works left by her mother were carefully collected by her father. Zhou Weixia had all kinds of complicated thoughts and never looked carefully.

Mr. Zhou was not angry, he patted his son's head understandingly, "I want to take a good look at it when I have time." He couldn't help but look back at the small tombstone on the hillside, and said to Zhou Weixia, "She likes summer the most, Said it was a hot season."

"The name she gave you. Xia Xia, she likes you very much."

The sun gradually went down, and Shen Yunman saw the two walking slowly down the mountain.

It seems that the father and son are not arguing, but rather like a pair of teachers and students chatting.

"A few months ago, I received the photos sent to me by Mr. Yan. You draw well." Mr. Zhou said.

Zhou Weixia was a little surprised, he didn't even know that his father had seen his paintings. "Which one?" He helped his father carry the bag, and said embarrassedly, "I just painted it casually, did the teacher send it to you?"

"'Warmduscher'," said Mr. Zhou, "that piece of snow was well painted."

Father's German was not bad, so he naturally understood the meaning of the word.Zhou Weixia was slightly embarrassed, and stammered, "You think so?"

Warmdusche, who refuses to touch cold water or hot water, and just curls up in warm water.

It is the person in his paintings who only wants to curl up at home and is unwilling to walk into the snow.

Zhou Weixia quickly walked to the gate of the cemetery, and saw Ye Xingzhi who was not too far from Shen Yunman's station.

He came in a hurry, but he was dressed neatly. When he saw Zhou Weixia, he subconsciously took a few steps towards him, and raised his hand nervously.

Shen Yunman still had that expression of not wanting to see people, seeing that Zhou Weixia was not embarrassed, he was relieved, glanced at Ye Xingzhi, and reluctantly introduced him to his uncle.

It's rare to see Ye Xingzhi standing on the sidelines like a student being lectured by the dean, and listening to people's orders. Zhou Weixia feels funny for no reason, but he can't explain why his nose is a little sour.

"Why did you tell him to come here?" Zhou Weixia looked at the two chatting under the shade of a tree, his face flushed a little, and he turned to ask Shen Yunman.

Shen Yunman snorted, "What? If you are scolded by your uncle, you still plan to carry it alone."

Zhou Weixia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Sister..."

"Okay, do you think he can still suffer?" Shen Yunman looked down on the way his elbows turned outward, waved his hands angrily, and turned around to drive.

She drove the car over and picked Mr. Zhou into the car.Then he stretched out his hand from the car and patted Zhou Weixia's forehead, and told him, "Don't go home too late." After that, he drove to the peninsula on the other side of the city.

Zhou Weixia waved goodbye to them, then turned his head and smiled at the man who was still standing there.

He walked towards Ye Xingzhi.

Warmdusche went to the one who brought him the storm, to the one who brought him back to safety.

The author says:

No matter how sensible a child is, he needs to be affirmed by his family to be loved (????ω????)y