who is your baby

The dew is heavy on summer nights, the gravel road is wet, and the beautifully pruned trees are rustling.The butler opened the door and was stunned when he saw the person coming, but he quickly reacted and bowed respectfully: "Welcome back, young master."

"Well, where's father?"

He kept his duty and didn't ask Jiang Xintong why he came home suddenly, nor why he chose one o'clock in the middle of the night. He just put Jiang Xintong's shoes away and said in a low voice, "The master is not asleep yet, he is in the study."

Jiang Xintong nodded and went straight upstairs.

There was a "Do Not Disturb" sign hanging on the study door. He glanced at it, knocked on the door three times rhythmically, and the person inside responded, "Come in."

The middle-aged man in pajamas didn't turn his head back, held up his glasses, and said in a majestic and solemn voice, "What's the matter, finish it as soon as possible."

"Father." Jiang Xintong called lightly.

The pen in Jiang's father's hand paused for a moment, and he turned his chair to face the person, his face full of displeasure: "You still know how to go home?"

"I have something to discuss with you."

Jiang's father twitched the corner of his mouth meanly, "It's ridiculous and funny, and the word 'discussion' is used between father and son. Why, do you want to talk about Tsinghua University? I've already heard what the teacher said, count your brains Sober up in time."

As if Jiang Xintong had never heard of it, he knelt down heavily directly, his kneecap hit the cold marble floor, and his crisp voice made Jiang's father frown: "Speak up if you have something to say, what do you look like?!"

This proud son would kneel down in front of him willingly one day, no matter what the reason was, it was enough to make him feel astonished.

Both startled and angry.

"Kneel casually, who taught you this?"

Jiang Xintong said without changing his face, "I must kneel."

Father Jiang's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, "But if you haven't been disciplined for a few years, you'll lose your mind, don't you even want to be ashamed?"

"Father," Jiang Xintong looked directly at him and said wordlessly, "I am gay."

"Same—" Jiang's father just chewed the word, then suddenly got up, and said angrily: "Bastard, what nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm serious." Jiang Xintong said calmly, "Father, I—"

His eyes were full of solemnity, sincerity, and stubbornness. He was a flexibility Father Jiang had never seen before. There was tenderness softened by love, but also unyielding determination. On that night years ago, I also knelt down and begged to annul the marriage.

The scene reappeared, it was like this.But one is because of love, and the other is because of dislike.

He forced himself to come back to his senses, and interrupted sharply: "Jiang Xintong, you have been away from home for more than three years, and you still haven't made any progress! I think you are crazy, can a psychiatrist cure you?!"

Jiang Xintong stopped talking.

"What do you think homosexuality is?!" Jiang's father smashed down the folder in his hand, seeing that the other party had no intention of dodging, and cursed angrily: "Homosexuality is a disease! If you are homosexual, then you are Psychopath!"

Snapped.

The sharp corner of the folder hit the corner of his eye, and Jiang Xintong's eyelashes trembled in pain. He sneered, and said very slowly and softly: "Do you think homosexuality is a disease?"

"Why, do you still want to talk back?" Jiang's father's face became more and more cold, he stared at Jiang Xintong, his eyes almost turned into sharp blades.

Pushing aside the scattered papers, Jiang Xintong suddenly stood up and straightened the collar of his shirt, and said lightly: "You have been in business for more than three years, you have seen all kinds of people, you have seen all kinds of troubles, and you still think that homosexuality is a disease. Compared to me, I haven’t made any progress.”

He kicked the folder away, smiled contemptuously, and was about to turn around and leave.

Jiang's father let out a foul breath, and when he saw the other party returning to his usual arrogant and dignified appearance, he felt a little relieved, "Stop!"

The footsteps stopped, Jiang Xintong did not look back.

"This is how you talk to your father." Jiang's father tried to calm down, and stared at him coldly, "I have lost all manners, righteousness, honor and shame. I think you are really sick. Stay at home these few days , don't even think about going anywhere, see Carrie tomorrow morning."

Jiang Xintong said nothing, waited for a while but did not see the person behind him speaking again, and walked away as if nothing had happened.

At 23:[-], Jiang's father dialed the phone without hesitation, ignored the sleepy voice of the woman on the other side, and ordered coldly and harshly: "Come here at eight o'clock tomorrow morning. Jiang Xintong's illness must be treated."

The sunlight at eight o'clock in the morning was clear and warm, but it was isolated in this empty and tidy room. Carrie pushed the door open and complained, "Hey, Xintong, why don't you open the curtains again?"

She closed the door and said as she walked in, "Your dad said you—uh, what's going on, you're smoking so badly?"

Jiang Xintong snuffed out the cigarette between his fingers, threw it directly in the corner, and said flatly: "Sorry, there are no ashtrays and trash cans here, you just have to make do with them."

"Hey, it's not like severe cleanliness." Carrie didn't care, she pulled a stool and sat down at the table, "Let's see, it's not as serious as your father said, isn't it more... well, decadent Well?"

Jiang Xintong casually said without curiosity: "What did he say?"

"He said you were crazy." Carrie directly took out the notebook from her bag, and smiled heartlessly, "A complete lunatic, or a psychopath. Why, are you interested in letting me study it?"

"Please."

Carrie said: "He called me in the middle of the night last night, and he was still very angry. It seems that something unpleasant happened between you. Can you tell me why?"

"I did things he couldn't accept."

"for example?"

Jiang Xintong said calmly, "I will kneel down for him."

Carrie was stunned: "...Why, because of the school?"

"No." Jiang Xintong tapped the table with his fingers, and said calmly, "I like the same sex."

"Same sex...?" Carrie murmured and repeated, seemingly unbelievable, her blue eyes were full of shock and suspicion, "You... like...?"

Jiang Xintong didn't care about her gaze, and nodded without emotion, "Yes."

Like a child, the woman in her 40s suddenly jumped up in ecstasy and shouted: "My God, Xintong! You like the same sex! You still like it!"

Holding the notebook in her hand, she turned it in circles exaggeratedly, "This is such a surprise! I want to record every word you say, and this will be the most accomplished stroke of my career! —— Now, is there any Interested in telling me all about your little boyfriend?"

Knock, knock, knock.

Father Jiang put down the matter at hand, tugged on his tie irritably, "Please come in."

Carrie handed him the notebook in her hand, sat down on the sofa unceremoniously, and smiled relaxedly: "Thank you so much for allowing me to witness such a wonderful thing."

Jiang's father briefly flipped through a few pages, and the more he looked at it, the more his heart sank, and he simply threw the notebook heavily on the table, "Carrie, I trust you so much, why did you give me this result?"

——Record the childish love story of these two people?

Carrie waved her hand nonchalantly: "Hey, is this result not good? What are you dissatisfied with? You must know that Xintong's little boyfriend is like a little angel..."

"Shut up!" Father Jiang said angrily in a cold voice, "I didn't ask you here to match the two of them! Do you have any professionalism?!"

Carrie's smiling face gradually became serious, she slowly got up, frowned and said: "Professionalism? I am a psychiatrist, Xintong's psychiatrist. I help him solve all psychological problems. Isn't it enough to be conscientious? Do I Do you want Xintong to live like a human being?"

"Do you think he looks like a human being now?" Jiang's father raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, "He has no dignity, is cold-blooded and numb, and lives in a muddle every day without knowing how to improve. Is this considered a human being?"

Carrie looked at him carefully, seeming to measure every inch, "...you still think Xintong is rebellious in adolescence? Didn't he tell you so far?"

"Tell me what? If you're talking about the disease of homosexuality, last night-"

"Three years ago, Xintong approached me." Carrie interrupted him, and said slowly as if telling a story, "Just one month before he left Jiang's house."

Father Jiang was stunned, "...what?"

Carrie said: "He has no way to perceive such things as emotion. Everyone is ambiguous in his eyes and there is no difference, including relatives and friends. His mood swings are so small that they can be ignored. I preliminarily conclude that it is the day after tomorrow. The most obvious symptom of the formed affective apathy is lack of emotion.

"Different from physical symptoms, he can freely adjust his facial expressions, respond sensitively to the outside world, and will not be dull. Before I had time to investigate in depth, he left.

"In the past three years, I have been researching related cases, but I have gained very little, let alone this situation. I think every day, if Xintong can't experience feelings in this life, and just live alone for the rest of his life— —”

Carrie sighed, "I'd rather he be gay. Would I be irresponsible for me to say that? But apathy is a disease, not being gay, so why stop him?"

She felt that her words were like sinking into the sea. There may be a little bit of waves, but they will definitely not be able to stir up thousands of waves.She shrugged helplessly, "What's wrong with liking someone? Liking is such a pure and clean feeling. Xintong can feel it. It's a godsend luck, right? Don't care about men and women? But you are so stubborn, I said You still can't accept anything, right?"

Jiang's father moved his lips, and only uttered a sentence hoarsely: "His disease...was acquired?"

"90.00% nine yes."

"why……?"

Carrie sighed: "I also want to know... What is the shadow?"

The seventh cigarette.

Jiang Xintong exhaled a complete smoke ring, and his thoughts settled in the cloudy fog.Father Jiang stood calmly at the door, trying to see him clearly through this layer of mist.

Straight, lofty, and proud, he already looks like a handsome young man.

"Father."

The voice is also clear and magnetic after a period of voice change, and it is between the astringent and heavy between teenagers.

Jiang's father suddenly came back to his senses, feeling a little bit embarrassed by being caught. He stood motionless at the door and said in a cold voice, "When did you learn these things?"

Jiang Xintong said lightly: "Is there something wrong?"

If I guessed right, Carrie had already told him everything.Jiang Xintong lowered his eyelashes, too lazy to talk.

Jiang's father was silent for a while, but he still took the initiative to speak: "I just checked the information on homosexuality and asked Carrie a lot of questions."

"Ah."

"It's not a disease," Father Jiang said stiffly, "but it will be criticized by many people. Are you ready?"

Jiang Xintong finally raised his eyes to look at him, the emotion in his eyes was not clear, "Yeah."

"I know you can handle it well, because you are my son and a descendant of the Jiang family." Father Jiang's tone was so calm that he seemed to be stating the facts instead of praising others, "The path you choose must be completed no matter what. Even if you regret begging me on your knees in the future, I will not sympathize with you."

"Ah."

"Have you explained it to the family?"

Jiang Xintong said softly, "I've already said it, and I'm still working hard."

The two were speechless.

Father Jiang seemed to have said everything he could say, and he couldn't say what he couldn't say.His voice was stymied, and finally, under Jiang Xintong's indifferent gaze, he asked the last sentence lightly: "...do you know how to fall in love?"

The author has something to say:

This disease is not very well understood, so everyone will just wait and see.In the end, I wrote a sweet fairy tale that my unrealistic parents would accept frankly~