Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

Although Tian Yue is old, she has always had the habit of exercising over the years, and she hates the homosexual disease that Fu Zhihuai suffered from.She gripped the mop handle, cried and cursed in pain, and hit her son on the back so hard that his arms were sore, she asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to change it?"

"No change." Fu Zhihuai knelt down in front of her obediently, without the slightest intention of resisting, but he was so stubborn that he hated others.He lowered his head, straightened his back, and his voice trembled slightly.

"I won't change it," he said.

"Change or not?!"

"No change. Mom, I'm not sick."

"Bastard, do you want to change it!"

"……to not fix."

Tian Yue was so angry that she slammed down the pole again. The wooden pole that had already spread cracks before could not bear the force, and flew halfway out with a snap.She froze for a moment, looking at the remaining mop pole in her hand, tears streaming down her face.

Fu Zhihuai was naughty when she was a child, and sometimes she was so angry that her teeth itch, but she couldn't bear to hit him.The only time he did it was because he was insulted when he was in junior high school, and he couldn't hold back and threw a stool on someone's head.

After returning home that day, Tian Yue raised her hand and slapped Fu Zhihuai, but she couldn't help crying in her arms because she knew that her son had done nothing wrong.

But today is different.

"Homosexuality... God, how do you want me to live in the future, how can I see people!" Tian Yue raised her hand to wipe her red and swollen eyes, and half of the mop stick slid from her hand to the ground weakly.

Trembling, Fu Zhihuai kowtowed to her a few times, and slowly stood up.He was wearing a white shirt, and his back had been torn open by the beating at this time, with large swathes of bright red blood leaking out.

With red eyes, he said softly, "Mom, I'm leaving."

Tian Yue just covered her face and cried, ignoring him at all.Fu Zhihuai took a deep breath, turned and left the house.

After kneeling for so long, his legs were numb and stiff. He staggered down the stairs and got into the car, only then did he feel the sharp pain from his back to the bone.He raised his hand to touch the lower back, and felt bloody hands.

Fu Zhihuai rested his forehead on the steering wheel and breathed silently for a while. When he looked up again, he seemed to have calmed down a lot. He took out his phone and checked the time.

It was already two o'clock in the afternoon.

He knew that he should go to the hospital and see a doctor immediately, but he just didn't want to.He just wanted to see Kuwahara, he didn't say anything, he just took a look.

Fu Zhihuai drove to look for Kuang Yuan, the closer he got, the more flustered he became, and countless crazy thoughts popped up in his mind.

What if there is a car accident on the road?What if there is a sudden earthquake?What if the virus breaks out when he arrives outside Kuwahara's house?if……

Four or ten minutes later, Fu Zhihuai stopped the car and stood downstairs at Kuwahara's house, trembling slightly with nervousness.

He successfully arrived here after overcoming countless delusions about disasters, but he began to worry about the last difficulty——

What should Kuwahara do if he doesn't want to see him?

When going to school in the afternoon, Sang-gu is always a few minutes late because of his nap.Today, it was finally brought forward one time, and it was because Sun Ling came to pick him up.

Kuwahara insisted on sending the two of them downstairs. After returning home, he went into the bathroom and tied up his loose long hair. He was about to tidy up the house when he suddenly heard a soft knock on the door.

He couldn't think of anyone who would visit at such a time. He looked through the cat's eyes and saw Fu Zhihuai's sleepy face with slightly downcast eyes.

Kuwahara sighed, opened the door, and the man's heavy and hot body immediately fell into his arms.Smelling the strong smell of blood, Kuwahara opened his eyes wide in surprise, raised his hand to touch it, and Fu Zhihuai trembled slightly in pain.

"... Kuwahara." His sluggish, damp and hot breath pressed against Kuwahara's neck, which was so hot that it made people tremble: "Please take me...don't leave me, I'm very scared."

He slowly put his arms around Kuwahara's waist, buried his face in Kuwahara's neck, and begged vaguely and brokenly: "... Please like me again, just a little bit is enough, okay? Kuwahara, I only want you ...I only want you in this life."

Kuwahara raised his hand to wipe off the cold sweat dripping down his face: "...I'll take you to the hospital first."

"No, I don't want to go." In just half a day, the injured patient who should go to the hospital was changed.Fu Zhihuai was obviously more difficult than Kuang Yuan, no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he just hugged him tightly and refused to move half a step.

In desperation, Kuwahara had no choice but to back down.He asked Fu Zhihuai to lie down on the sofa, and he took out the common medicine box. After carefully reading the instructions, he carefully wiped Fu Zhihuai's wound and applied some ointment.

But that's obviously not the case.Fu Zhihuai looked like he was about to fall asleep on the sofa with his eyes drooping. Kuwahara touched his forehead, and this person was already a little hot.

"Fu Zhihuai, don't fall asleep." He could only try to wake him up again: "You have to go to the hospital, otherwise it will only get worse. Then I really have nothing to do."

Fu Zhihuai closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He pushed him gently a few times before he said, "I won't die."

Kuwahara was angry and funny, and found that Fu Zhihuai's IQ plummeted when he fell into a state of confusion, and it really never changed.All he could do was to keep soaking a towel in cold water to cool down Fu Zhihuai, and said viciously, "If you die here with me, I'll throw your body into the suburbs."

This sentence somehow stimulated the wounded patient, he opened his eyes and stared quietly at Kuwahara for a while, with crystal tears shining in his eyes.Kuwahara was slightly startled, thinking that he was really confused, and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Zhihuai closed his eyes, and the teardrop slid down the corner of his eye.

"I'm not happy." He said, "Kuwahara, don't say that."

Kuwahara once again covered his forehead with a cold towel, and pursed the corners of his lips, feeling a little uncomfortable.

"After I die, I will lie down with you."

Fu Zhihuai still closed his eyes, murmuring vaguely: "It's okay if you don't like me and ignore me. When we are all old and dead, I will find someone to secretly bury me next to you."

Kuwahara was in a cold sweat and wanted to laugh because of his serious tone, after thinking about it, there was nothing to sweat: "Everyone will be a ghost by then, I'm still afraid that you won't succeed?"

Fu Zhihuai said honestly: "Well, you can ask other ghosts for help to drive me away."

Kuwahara put the towel on his face: "It's all swollen into a pig's head, can you just lie down peacefully? Don't keep thinking about what you have and what you don't have."

"I'm going to think about it." Fu Zhihuai tilted his head as if gasping for breath: "You won't let me get close to you, so why don't I think about it?"

Kuwahara smiled, looked at the bright red finger marks on his face, and couldn't help sighing: "You...you were beaten by someone, and you don't know how to resist?"

"my mother."

Kuwahara's fingertips trembled.He looked at Fu Zhihuai's side face, his throat was slightly choked, and suddenly he didn't want to continue asking.

But Fu Zhihuai said it calmly: "I'm out, Kuwahara."

There was a sudden silence beside him for a long time, Fu Zhihuai waited a little flustered, and couldn't help but open his eyes to look.

Kuwahara lowered his head, his expression hidden in the shadow of his long hair.Fu Zhihuai touched his fingertips nervously, and Kuang Yuan said softly: "You are too impulsive."

Fu Zhihuai's family environment, he can feel a thing or two when he was a guest many years ago.It's just that I didn't know much at that time, and I just felt an indescribable fear.

Now that he has become an adult, he realizes that that kind of atmosphere is just the majority in the world.Although the elders are coercive, they are not without warmth, but occasionally make people feel unspeakable discomfort.

The cold and hard oppression is wrapped in meticulous care, like an invisible cage, trying to bind your whole life in it.You can't see it, but you know it's there.

Kuwahara imagined that if he had lived in Fu Zhihuai's house since he was a child, would he still dare to speak out about his sexuality at the age of fourteen or fifteen?Do you still dare to blatantly show your affection to the boy you love?

When I was young, I always regarded love as bigger than the sky. I felt that nothing in the world could stop my passion. I thought that a lover would be able to climb thousands of mountains and reach the end of perfection.

After so long, he realized that some people have been pressed under a high mountain called the grace of birth and nourishment since the day they were born, and it is difficult for them to struggle, let alone turn over.

Now, Fu Zhihuai has revealed his sexual orientation to Tian Yue, which seems to have made a great breakthrough; but in fact, what if Tian Yue has not accepted it, and even threatened him with death?What should Fu Zhihuai do?Seeing his own mother die?

Sang Yuan looked at the slightly trembling light in Fu Zhihuai's eyes, and advised him: "After you go back, communicate with Auntie well...don't let her do stupid things."

"Then what about me." Fu Zhihuai tried to hold his wrist, begging in a low voice: "Would you like to communicate with me too?"

"Is now the time to talk about this?" Kuang Yuan said, "Okay, even if, even if we can get back together... Do you think Auntie will accept me? Fu Zhihuai, you also know that we are not children anymore. At least you have to put one Deal with the problem, and then think about the next one, okay?"

"...Then, what do you mean." Fu Zhihuai almost couldn't believe it, sat up hastily, and stared at him stupidly: "As long as I take care of the family problems, you will...reunite with me?"

Kuwahara said helplessly: "I'm just making a hypothesis—"

"Assumptions will come true." Fu Zhihuai interrupted him, his eyes were bright, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.Before Kuwahara could react, the man kissed the palm of his hand lightly and quickly.

Fu Zhihuai looked at him with anticipation in his eyes: "Give me a month, just one month. I will take care of my family affairs, okay?"

Sang originally wanted to refuse directly, but seeing his pale face and sweating profusely, he couldn't open his mouth anyway.

After a long silence, he sighed softly.

"alright."

The road to reunion with his first love has finally taken a step, and Fu Zhihuai is willing to go to the hospital.Kuwahara stayed with him until after seven o'clock in the evening before finally being able to sit down and rest.

He still had a fever in the morning, and he sweated a lot after being so busy, but he felt much better, but he still hadn't recovered and had to take medicine.Lying on the hospital bed, Fu Zhihuai was so bored, he picked up the half cup of granule he had just made, took a sip, and his expression changed instantly.

He tried his best not to spit out the medicine, lying on the side of the bed with an incomprehensible expression on his face.Kuwahara laughed and said, "What are you doing?"

"Test the temperature for you." Fu Zhihuai licked the corners of his lips, and was so poisoned by the smell that he didn't want to speak.

Kuwahara picked up the cup and drank it in one gulp, pursing his lips like nothing happened: "What's wrong with this medicine?"

"Very bitter." That kind of bitter, numb and sour taste makes people never want to recall it in this life.

Fu Zhihuai frowned and said, "Why do you want to drink this medicine?"

"Because it works quickly." Kuwahara looked flat: "Drink it a few times and you won't feel bitter."

When he was speaking, his right hand was resting on the edge of the bedside table. The half of his little finger was not hidden in the shadow like before, but was exposed openly.

Fu Zhihuai's heart moved slightly, and he was about to speak when he heard his cell phone buzzing and vibrating, it was Tian Yue's call.

He frowned and picked it up, subconsciously he didn't want Kuang Yuan to hear Tian Yue's voice, so he tilted his head: "Mom?"

"Why, are you really going to die outside? Hurry up and come back to me!" Tian Yue stopped crying, her voice was still hoarse, showing some worry.

"I'm in the hospital..." Fu Zhihuai lowered his voice: "Someone is resting here, please keep your voice down."

Kuwahara put on the coat that was placed beside the bed, and when he hung up the call, he said, "Auntie is coming, so I'll be leaving first."

Fu Zhihuai stretched out his hand to grab him, but halfway through it, he backed away.

"Give me a month, Kuwahara. I won't let you down again this time." He looked into Kuwahara's eyes with a solemn tone, not as calm as before.