Bai Yueguang came to seek reunion again

The dandruff-like sycamore flowers bloom until the Dragon Boat Festival. Before the three-day holiday, the results of the midterm exam are posted.Kuwabara passed the subject, and the two subjects of English and mathematics were still close to the eugenics.

After school, he took Fu Zhihuai to the bulletin board to check his grades.

"See, here... No. 90 No. [-] is me. You are here, the second in the grade. It's just a part of it." Kuwahara said it was just a part of "just" and drew it out with gestures nearly half a meter in length.He was not depressed either, and said with a smile: "Look at how much I have improved this time, isn't it amazing? Just wait, and I will catch up with you sooner or later before I graduate."

Fu Zhihuai nodded: "Wait."

There weren't many people on campus, and Kuwahara didn't worry about the surveillance in the corridor. He took Fu Zhihuai's hand into the wide pocket of his school uniform and held it tightly, bouncing back home.

The two were about to part ways on the way, Kuang Yuan suddenly thought of the three-day vacation, and shook Fu Zhihuai's hand to prevent him from leaving: "Zhihuai, where are you going for the three-day vacation?"

"Don't go anywhere, just read a book."

"Then can I... can I go to you?" Kuang Yuan squeezed his fingers, and said in a weak voice, "I don't have anyone at home during the holidays, so I don't want to go to Yuan En's house for dinner."

Fu Zhihuai pursed his lips. He was supposed to be taught not to be so clingy, but for some reason, the words turned into - "Okay, come on."

Kuwahara held his hand, kissed the slightly protruding knuckles on the back of his hand, and whispered: "You must not go back on your word."

When I got home, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and my father was busy with entertainment, so he didn't come back for dinner.Fu Zhihuai put down his schoolbag to help wash the vegetables, and shouted, "Mom."

"What's wrong son?"

"Dragon Boat Festival, I have some classmates come to my house as guests."

Tian Yue was taken aback, and looked at him sideways.

Fu Zhihuai is tall and thin but not thin, with his eyes lowered and carefully cleaning the things in his hands, his expression already has the appearance of an adult.

She wiped her hands and asked tentatively, "Female, girl?"

"No." Fu Zhihuai paused, "Man, I'm at the same table."

Tian Yue breathed a long sigh of relief, and patted her son on the shoulder: "You scared me to death, I thought you were so ignorant that you were really looking for a girlfriend at school. If you come, come, at worst, I will add a few A dish. Do you know the taste of your classmate?"

Fu Zhihuai closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Just do whatever you want, he's not picky about food."

"How can I do it... You have never invited a classmate to your home before. This is the first time, so you can't be petty. By the way, does your classmate like to eat crabs? Let your dad buy some tomorrow."

"..." Fu Zhihuai was quiet for a long time, and finally turned to look at her, and said softly, "Mom, it's because I love crabs."

"Nephew! This year's holiday, I won't go to your house for dinner." Sang Yuan collapsed on the sofa with a phone line in one hand and an apple in the other, his eyes and brows were full of joy.The nanny brought him a glass of milk, and gently told him, "Yuanyuan, don't play too late, go to bed early. I'm leaving."

"Yeah, goodbye, auntie." Sang Yuan took the time to say goodbye to her, and Shi Yuanen yelled loudly in the microphone: "What are you doing! Uncle, do you think you can stop giving me red envelopes if you don't come to eat? Good idea! Hurry up, This year I want a double copy, and your niece and daughter-in-law have to have it too."

Kuang Yuan took the microphone away and took a bite of the apple: "I, why don't you just send it to Yu Xi directly, lest you hide your money behind her back."

"That's fine!" Shi Yuanen said cheerfully, "Anyway, mine will be hers from now on, it's all the same—oh wait a minute, Kuwahara, if you don't come to my house this year, are you planning to live alone and get moldy?"

"Is it possible." Kuwahara tugged at the collar: "Who am I? The word loneliness has never been related to me."

Hearing that Shi Yuanen's teeth were chattering from the soreness over there, he couldn't help laughing: "Yuanen, I'm not joking. I have other places to go this year."

"Where is it? Before the flowers and under the moon, or in the sky and on earth?"

"Fuck you." Kuang Yuan scolded: "You saw the Dragon Boat Festival in Xijiao City. As for me, how should I say... After a long period of hard work, I finally achieved a positive result with our old man. Come on , give me Chi Chi Chi Chi immediately!"

Shi Yuanen was quiet for a few seconds, and finally he laughed forcefully and clapped his hands perfunctorily: "Oh, congratulations to Mr. Sang for being a god, congratulations."

"Why, I found a partner, are you not happy?"

"No way." Shi Yuanen said depressedly: "I just don't want to call Aunt Fu Zhihuai."

The phone call didn't take long, Kuwahara was anxious to play the newly bought game and wanted to hang up.When Shi Yuanen was about to put down the phone at the end, he couldn't help saying: "Sang Yuan, I really didn't expect that you can hide things so much in your heart."

Kuwahara flicked the apple core into the trash can, and said slowly: "Can you hide things? Not really. It's just that I like it very much and cherish it... I just don't want to talk about it all day for others to see."

Originally, Kuang Yuan wanted to go to Fu Zhihuai on the first day of the holiday, but it seemed that he was too impatient.Waking up in the morning, Kuwahara reached for his phone and called Fu Zhihuai with his eyes closed.

The first call, the second call, and the third call were not answered. When Sang Yuan was standing in the backyard watering the flowers at around nine o'clock, Fu Zhihuai called by himself: "Sang Yuan."

"Boyfriend, what are you doing so early in the morning? You don't even answer the phone." Sang Yuan wandered among the flower beds with a water bottle, pressing the corners of his mouth a little unhappy.

"I'm sorry." Fu Zhihuai leaned his back against the door, took a glass of water, went to the table and sat down: "My mother was beside me before."

"Oh." This was indeed a good reason, but Kuwahara was even more depressed.

When he realized that his sexual orientation was different from others when he was fourteen or fifteen years old, he took the initiative to come out to his family.Sister Sangzhuer was very supportive, but his parents lost their temper at him severely, and even had several late-night secret talks about it.

In the end, the two elders deeply realized the fact that "it is better to have a son than a piece of barbecued pork", so they left Kuwahara alone in the country, went out to expand foreign business, and made up for the round-the-world trip agreed many years ago.

Therefore, it can be said that Kuwahara's love path has hardly encountered any opposition from his family, let alone any pressure.

But this does not mean that Kuwahara cannot understand the suffering of others.

Take Fu Zhihuai as an example.A handsome guy with excellent character and learning, who grew up smoothly until now, suddenly fell in love with a boy... Kuwahara knew very well that it would be strange if his family could accept it immediately.

Although he knew it was impossible, he still couldn't help but fantasize about whether he would satisfy his parents if Fu Zhihuai came out in the future.

"Have you finished your homework?" Fu Zhihuai brought Kuang Yuan back to reality with one sentence, sighed, and answered honestly: "Not yet."

"Then you write now." Fu Zhihuai put down the cup, took out the book and opened it to read: "If you don't know the topic, you can ask me."

Kuwahara clicked his tongue: "It's hard to take a vacation, why can't we put homework first? Can't we have a serious talk for a while?"

Fu Zhihuai paused for a few seconds before asking with a smile, "What do you want to say."

"Boyfriend, did you miss me when I went back yesterday?" Sang Yuan fell on the rocking chair next to the flower garden, looked up at the sun through the glass ceiling of the greenhouse, and slowly softened his voice: "Come out to play in the afternoon, okay?" ? The weather is fine today."

Over there, Fu Zhihuai remained silent for a long time, as if hesitating which question to answer first.

Kuwahara has limited patience for everything, except for Fu Zhihuai.He was shaking the rocking chair, waiting, waiting, feeling that his beard and hair were turning gray, and then he heard Fu Zhihuai say softly, "Where do you want...to go?"

On Saturday afternoon, there were not many people in the city library.Holding two cups of milk tea, Kuang Yuan quietly ran up to the second floor, walked among many bookshelves, and finally found Fu Zhihuai leaning in the corner.

The two approached, Fu Zhihuai put down the book and gave him a hug.Kuwahara raised his head unhappily and asked for a kiss, so the two got closer and cuddled for more than ten seconds.

Let go of Fu Zhihuai, Kuang Yuan pursed his red lips, and asked with bright eyes: "What do I smell like?"

Fu Zhihuai reached out and rubbed his lips with his thumb: "Litchi flavor."

"Hey, I just ate lychee candy on the way, it's very sweet."

They talked in a low voice and sat down at the long table, each took a book to read.Fu Zhihuai glanced at the "Gone with the Wind" in Kuwahara's hand, stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly. Sure enough, this good student blocked the comic book behind the world famous book without blinking his eyes.

Fu Zhihuai said: "You don't need to block it. I didn't say I won't let you see it."

Kuwahara took a sip of milk tea, his cheeks puffed up: "Look at science magazines, I'm here to read comics, it seems too unprofessional."

"Have you ever done a proper job?" Fu Zhihuai lowered his head to read, and said lightly.

Kuwahara stared at him, looking like he was going to scold someone, he was planning for a long time, but finally he slumped on the table and lazily admitted: "No."

After spending the whole afternoon in the library, when he left, Sang Yuan was behind Fu Zhihuai like a shadow, staring at him nervously.

"What's wrong."

"Are you going home?" Kuwahara glanced at the electronic watch on his wrist: "It's past seven, you have to go back to eat, right?"

Fu Zhihuai's heart softened uncontrollably with his frightened appearance. He sighed and stretched out his hand to press down the messy hair on the top of Kuang Yuan's head: "No hurry, I told my mother that I will go back later."

"What did you say? Will she worry about you?"

"As a tutor, she won't ask too many questions." Fu Zhihuai put his arms around his shoulders, and pulled him into his arms: "It's windy, it's a little cold."

Kuang Yuan rested his head on Fu Zhihuai's shoulder, and finally felt relieved.

The two of them walked together for a while, and Kuang Yuan was attracted by the barbecue restaurant on the side of the road: "Old Fu, I want to eat baked potato chips, shall we go eat them?"

Fu Zhihuai nodded: "Eat less."

The two went to the store and sat down. Kuwahara picked up the greasy menu, looked at it and asked Fu Zhihuai, and finally ordered a dozen items.

Kuang Yuan turned over the menu, and before he could speak, he heard Fu Zhihuai say, "No drinks."

"...Then is this corn juice okay?" Kuang Yuan looked at him sadly: "Old Fu, you can't let me eat barbecue and drink plain water!"

Fu Zhihuai nodded helplessly, and Kuwahara and the others ordered two more bottles of corn juice.

They can be regarded as right, the food in this store is quite good, the spiciness is just right, and the ingredients are very fresh.Kuwahara was almost full, stood up and said, "Old Fu, you didn't bring paper, did you? I'm going out to buy wrapping paper."

Fu Zhihuai didn't stop him, so he ran out, and came back 5 minutes later, with two packs of tissues in his hand, and a corner of his wallet was slightly protruding from his pocket.

Kuwahara wiped his mouth and said vaguely: "This shop is okay, isn't it? We'll come back later. I invite you this time, and it's your turn next time."

Fu Zhihuai lowered his eyes and hummed, and when he got up, he raised his hand to wipe off the small oil stains on the corner of his mouth: "Here."

"Is there any more?" Kuwahara hastily took out paper to wipe again, and wiped his hands several times as well.

"Gone."

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