On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

On Friday, Song Yu also arrived at Yan Baijing's house with a bag of fruit.

The moment Yan Baijing opened the door, Song Yu was completely stunned.

Before Song Yu could say hello to Auntie, Yan's mother dragged Song Yu into the living room. Song Yu took several steps to stabilize his figure.

"Little Song Yu! I finally saw you! Come on, show Yan Mama quickly, the young man is so handsome!"

As soon as Song Yu entered the door, she was overwhelmed by Yan's mother's enthusiasm.

I even forgot how to say hello.

"Ah... Hello, Auntie."

Mama Yan slapped Song Yu directly on the back of the head, "Don't be so rude, tell you, call me Mama Yan, and next time you come to play, don't fix these fruits, Mama Yan has prepared them for you!"

Song Yu was not a tangled person, and quickly adjusted his state.

Smiled at Mama Yan, "Hey, Mama Yan, you look so good-looking, you can't tell that you are the mother of such an older child as Yan Baijing!"

Yan's mother covered her face and smiled, "This kid, you really can't lick your mouth."

As a result, Song Yu was even more confused when he turned his head and saw Luo Zifan was also at home.

"What's the situation, is there a party in the dormitory?"

Luo Zifan smiled mysteriously, "Family gathering, isn't our dormitory also a family?"

Yan Baijing almost slapped him to shut up.

But Song Yu didn't think about other things with his rough nerves, and nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, family gathering!"

Song Yu followed Yan's mother to the kitchen to help, and Yan Baijing could hear Song Yu and his mother laughing from time to time.

"Wow! Mama Yan, your double-skin milk is really amazing! It smells so good!!!"

"Our Baijing family never eats sweets, which made me learn desserts in vain! Desserts were what Yan's mother wanted most when she was a child, so eat more."

"Then I'm welcome!"

"Why are you being polite with Mama Yan? Bai Jing hasn't brought home a friend to play with in so many years. Mama Yan is too late to be happy. Little Song Yu, you have to come and chat with Mama Yan often in the future!"

Yan Baijing and Luo Zifan looked at each other strangely.

"I just discovered Song Yu's hidden attributes today." Luo Zifan looked at Yan Baijing deeply.

Yan Baijing nodded thoughtfully.

"Friends of women."

Luo Zifan snapped his fingers.

"Bingo! Yan Baijing who knows me!"

Yan Baijing glanced helplessly at Luo Zifan.

Why are there a bunch of psychopaths around me?

It seems that my mother has forgotten all the things she explained.

Yan Baijing said helplessly: "Mom, Zifan and I are both hungry, why are you still tossing after a whole morning..."

"...Do you know what he did later? He directly drew a map of China on the wet bed sheet, and told me that he was drawing on the bed, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Hahahahahaha!!!!! Yan Bojing drew a Chinese map on the sheet when he was a child? Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

……

Yan Baijing was completely ignored.

His temples bulged, he glared at Luo Zifan who was holding back a smile, rushed to the kitchen, and hurriedly stopped her from saying anything else terrible. "mom!"

Yan's mother just made a gesture to zip up and shut her mouth, but as soon as she turned around, she sneaked into Song Yu's ear and whispered a whisper.

Song Yu looked at Yan Baijing's increasingly ugly face, smiled vigorously and nodded to Yan's mother, "Okay, that's the deal!"

Song Yu helped Mama Yan bring the food to the table.

Treat Yan Baijing as air.

Until Song Yu proudly ran to Yan Baijing's side and said, "Tsundere~"

Yan Baijing laughed back angrily, "Isn't it?"

Song Yu saw Yan Bai Jingpi's smirk, and goosebumps all over his body.

"What are you doing?"

"Dry."

As soon as the words were finished, Yan Baijing put his arms directly around Song Yu's neck, buckled them back, and firmly locked Song Yu's head under his armpit.

"Fuck hahahahaha, big brother, I was wrong, I was wrong, let me go hahahahahaha."

"You can't help but fuck too much."

Yan Baijing unabashedly despised Song Yu.

"Go away, can you still have a good meal!"

Only then did Yan Baijing let go of Song Yu, and Song Yu straightened his clothes, then made a face at Yan Baijing, and stood beside Yan's mother in no time.

"Mother Yan, Bai Jing bullied me."

Yan Baijing's awareness of Song Yu's shamelessness has reached a new level.

In the end, there was a smile in Yan's mother's eyes, "Bai Jing, I owe you a beating, right? Song Yu is a guest, why don't you treat him well?"

Yan Baijing was really convinced.

Well, I haven't passed the door yet, so I protect her like my own daughter-in-law.

Song Yu was still complacent, "Did you hear me, I'm a guest."

Yan Baijing twitched the corner of his mouth, and forced out a sentence: "You can do it, Song Yu."

Song Yu smiled and said, "Mama Yan is really a good person. Yesterday Bai Jing said that Mama Yan would scare me. Mama Yan is so gentle."

Well, this has to be a hole I dug myself.

Yan Baijing didn't bother to talk to Song Yu and Yan's mother, he was unlucky to meet such an old woman who turned her elbows outward.

He walked back to the living room, but his father, who had never spoken, even chatted with Yan Baijing like a ghost.

"This guy is not bad!"

"Isn't that nonsense? What crooked melons and cracked dates can your son's eyes see?" Yan Baijing has no good temper. When he said this, a look of surprise crossed Yan's father's face.

Yan's father smiled.

"Being able to annoy you really taught me a lot."

As a result, Luo Zifan on the side couldn't help joining the chat, "That's right, Dad Yan, let me tell you, he brings meals to Song Yu all day long at school, like a puppy."

Yan Baijing really gritted his teeth, "Can some ivory come out of your dog's mouth?"

Luo Zifan smiled and said, "Using what you said to me before, your dog has ivory in its mouth?"

After a few jokes with the two of them, Father Yan said earnestly:

"Anyway, even though I'm a big man, it's still hard for me to accept that you're gay, but I see your mother is so happy, don't let your mother be happy in vain."

Yan Bai nodded, "Understood."

That's what I said, but Father Yan still thinks a lot.

"You went to his house as a guest the day before yesterday. What's the situation at their house?"

This question hit the point, Yan Baijing sighed lightly, and briefly introduced Song Yu's situation.

Even Yan's father couldn't help thinking.

"This situation is not easy to handle."

When Bai Jing came out of the closet, Yan's mother fainted from anger.

Fortunately, there is still a man at home who can support her and give her mother some comfort and support.

Yan Baijing just smiled helplessly, "So, it's not bad to be an ordinary friend."

Father Yan looked at Mother Yan's happy face being coaxed by Song Yu, and curled the corners of his mouth. "Your mother hasn't been this happy in a long time."

Yan Baijing's eyes flickered a little.

Father Yan patted his son on the shoulder, "Since you like him, treat him better. When I chased your mother back then, I took a lot of effort. Don't be cowardly, boy."

"As for Mother Song, give her some time to accept it. Don't make it too sudden. A woman must not be able to stand such a big stimulus."

Yan Bai nodded, but told the truth: "Dad, it's too early to talk about family, he doesn't even know that I'm gay."

Father Yan frowned when he heard this, "You bastard, I don't have the gene of love in my body! I don't even have the courage to confess. That's not how you confessed to me and your mother back then."

Yan Baijing was speechless immediately.

Dad Yan patted Yan Baijing's shoulder, "Human, sometimes you can't always worry too much. You will find out sooner or later if you keep it from him like this. Do you want others to tell him about it? Then you will end up playing around." over."

Yan Baijing looked at Dad Yan and smiled.

"Thank you dad."

Dad Yan didn't say anything more, he said everything that should be said, as for how to choose, it was Yan Baijing's own business.The future is determined by the children themselves, and the parents only play a slight guiding role after all.

"Hey, I heard that comrades are not divided into 1 and 0? Which one are you?"

Dad Yan suddenly popped up such a question, Yan Baijing really wondered if the whole family took the wrong medicine today.

He looked at his father strangely, "I look like the one below?"

Without saying a word, Dad Yan slapped Yan Baijing on the back of the head, "I tell you, if you are the one below, I will take the slippers and open up your ass in minutes."

"..."

Yan Baijing was really speechless.

Get up and go to his bedroom.

He wanted to be quiet.

Don't ask who Jing Jing is.

In the end, Song Yu hadn't been quiet for 2 minutes before Song Yu was rushed to his bedroom by Yan's mother.

"Damn, why is your bedroom so...big!!!"

Compared to Song Yu's bedroom, Yan Baijing's bedroom is indeed much larger, with floor-to-ceiling windows, it is quite a quiet and simple bedroom.

Several bookshelves line the walls, and in the center is a double bed.

A simple desk.

The rest of the place is empty.

"Hey, you live in such a big place by yourself?"

Yan Baijing fell backwards on the bed, making a deep nest.

Song Yu walked around to the bookshelf to take a look.

Yan Baijing's books are almost all professional books that he can't understand.

But in a corner, there was a photo frame lying quietly, as if it had been deliberately forgotten in that corner, and it was buckled upside down on the bookshelf.

Song Yu was a little curious, so he took out the photo frame.

The photo shows two boys in school uniforms. They are about 14 or 5 years old. They are very immature. One of them has a bright smile, and the other is Yan Baijing, and his smile is quite clean.

"Yida, you were so tender when you were young hahahahaha!"

Yan Baijing saw where Song Yu was, jumped up from the bed, and took the photo in Song Yu's hand.

His eyes fixed on the little boy's face again.

It is impossible to say that there is no feeling, but there is only bitterness left.

"He was my deskmate in junior high school."

Song Yu nodded, since the photo was sealed, this deskmate must be very important to Yan Baijing.

"Are you still in touch now?"

Yan Baijing moved the corner of his lips, and put the photo back in that corner without any trace.

"No, let's go outside, my mother's meal should be ready."

Even if time can smooth out all pain and heal everything.

But the scars left in my heart will never dry up.