Indigo

I can't lift my eyelids.

The zero o'clock alarm clock ticked off.

Pu Ling raised her head and touched Miyano's face with her lips.

"Happy birthday, boyfriend."

Miyano snorted, groped around with his fingers, and finally touched his face.

Pu Ling smiled and opened her eyes to look at him.

Miyano slowly opened a slit of eyes and looked at Pu Ling.

Puling kissed his eyes again, climbed up to his ear, and spoke a second time in a very soft voice.

"Boyfriend, happy birthday."

The author has something to say: special correspondent Xiao E brings you a birthday newsletter!

☆, 35

In the early hours of the day when he turned 21, Miyano dreamed that someone was lying beside his ear and saying happy birthday to him.

The universe is colorful, the air is chaotic and dirty, Miyano always grows in this eggshell-like place.

One day, a crack in the eggshell cracked, and a very small light came in vaguely and indistinctly.

Miyano was awakened by the sunlight.

He opened his eyes and turned his head slightly, almost biting his tongue in fright.

Pu Ling was lying on the side of the bed, with her arms resting on her head, watching him.

"You...won't you watch me all night?" Miyano asked.

"Just woke up." Pu Ling's lips curled up in a good mood, "Happy birthday, 21-year-old kid."

"What did you say?" Miyano was taken aback.

"I said," Pu Ling stretched out her hand and grabbed his ear, then leaned forward and kissed his eyes, "Happy birthday, boyfriend."

really.

Once people fall in love, the iceberg will melt into strawberry jam, which is still sweet and toothache.

But Miyano was very useful.

"Get up quickly, I will take you out today." Pu Ling patted Miyano's stomach, "Get up."

Miyano raised his eyes: "Go out? Where are you going?"

"If you ask so many questions, it won't be a surprise to tell you." Pu Ling said.

The two crowded in front of the mirror in the bathroom to brush their teeth. Miyano rested her chin on Pu Ling's shoulder, relying on the slight height advantage that would soon disappear.

"Rub toothpaste on my shoulder and you're done." Pu Ling said vaguely.

Miyano tilted his head with a mouthful of toothpaste in his mouth, and kissed him resoundingly on the face.

"......day."

The two hurriedly lit a candle, cut and ate the cake on the coffee table for breakfast.

Miyano was still a bit reluctant, after all, this was the first birthday cake given to him by his first boyfriend in his life.

The cake is dark red, round, with a layer of colored dots sprinkled on the surface. On the left is a curly-haired boy in a blue school uniform, and on the right is a long-haired boy in a vest and overalls.

Between the two men is a loving heart, which is very earthy and fits Pu Ling's aesthetics of straight men.

But Miyano liked it very much. Before Puling's cutter fell ruthlessly, he saved the appearance of the cake in the phone album.

Pu Ling hailed a car, and the two of them sat for half an hour and arrived at the ceramics factory that Pu Ling told the driver.

Miyano raised his eyes and looked at the old factory buildings in this area, and he could almost guess why Pu Ling brought him here.

The gate of the factory building is old gray, and the colors of the buildings in this area are lifeless.

And when Pu Ling stepped forward to push open the door, Miyano realized that the door only completely isolated the world inside from the outside world.

The world inside the door is bright and colorful.

Roofs, walls, pavements, and wherever you can see, are covered with graffiti in various shapes and colors with exaggerated shapes and weird shapes.Men in cool clothes pass the road on skateboards, weaving through a field of color.

"Little Pu!"

A man took off his gas mask, waved at Pu Ling, and walked over.

"This is Brother Hui." Pu Ling said.

Brother Hui has two mustaches on his face, and he looks very festive, especially when he smiles.

"I told you this," Puling paused, then glanced at Miyano, "My boyfriend Miyano."

Miyano froze for a moment and wanted to speak, but Brother Hui interrupted him: "Hello, hello."

Miyano had no choice but to hold the hand he extended: "Brother Hui."

"Xiao Pu showed me your work, and I think it's amazing. Today I finally met a real person." Brother Hui patted him on the shoulder, "Are you interested in joining our graffiti club?"

"Me?" Miyano pointed to himself.

"That's right, it's you." Brother Hui said, "Why, you don't like me here?"

"No," Miyano quickly waved his hand, "I don't think I'm strong enough."

"Strength can be practiced slowly." Brother Hui put his shoulders on his shoulders and walked on the road ahead very familiarly, "You know, I opened this club and quit all my serious jobs. There are 25 hobbyists who have joined, and we usually take on jobs, such as drawing posters for the neighborhood, painting street walls, etc. Although the money is not particularly large, we are very happy."

"Are you invited by Pu Ling?" Miyano looked back at Pu Ling, who was looking at the works on the wall, and asked secretly.

"What?" Brother Hui was stunned for a moment, "I sincerely invited you."

"Aren't you a trust... You, a club owner, would like a rookie like me?" Miyano was also puzzled.

"Can't you be more confident?" Brother Hui clicked his tongue, "I saw the photo of your graffiti, that picture... the universe, right? It really attracted me, really, I knew it when I saw it You are a good seedling!"

"I drew it blindly." Miyano said, "I don't want to join any club, I know exactly what my level is."

Brother Hui frowned: "Young man, you are not an unconfident person by the looks of you."

Miyano smiled, but said nothing.

"You are so unconfident, what competition are you going to participate in?" Brother Hui said again.

"Puling told you again." Miyano looked at him.

"Yeah," Brother Hui said, "To tell you the truth, I am willing to read your work, and he begged for it. Your boyfriend treats you so carelessly, and you still refuse me?"

Miyano sighed, looked at Pu Ling, and said softly: "A high school student is busy with irrelevant shit every day when he doesn't study."

"It's nothing to others, but to him... Your boyfriend really has you in his heart." Brother Hui whispered, "And don't be too unconfident, I'm an honest person, okay It's good, it's bad, it's not good, if you really can't do it, no matter how good your boyfriend says, I won't raise my eyes."

Miyano was silent for a while, nodded and said, "Okay, thank you."

At noon, the two stayed in the club, had a meal with other members, and got to know each other.

"Boss Guo," a girl with exaggerated eyeliner gave him a thumbs up, "You finally recruited us all the best this time, praise!"

"Is the best one scolding others or praising others?" Another boy wearing a peaked cap laughed.

"Of course it's a compliment," the eyeliner girl winked at Miyano, "Handsome guy, you know me well, my name is Yaya."

"Hey, what are you doing in broad daylight?" Brother Hui, surnamed Guo, clicked his tongue, "Don't scare people into thinking that we are some kind of unscrupulous club, Miyano, please ignore them, they are all crazy people, I hate it, eat it your."

Miyano smiled, and when she turned her head, she noticed that there was something wrong with Pu Ling's expression.

"What are you doing." He whispered, "I'm just joking."

"Let me ask you, what's her name?" Pu Ling said.

"... Yaya, did you stop talking about it just now?" Miyano was stunned.

"Your brain remembers pretty quickly." Pu Ling narrowed her eyes.

"Fuck," Miyano almost laughed out loud, "Isn't it, you even eat this kind of vinegar? Really?"

"Forget it." Pu Ling said.

"Okay, forget it." Miyano sighed.

"Ask you," Pu Ling kicked him under the table, "what's that girl's name?"

"What...what's your name? Hey, I'll ask later. It's not good to know the name after working together." Miyano said with a serious face.

Pu Ling burst out laughing, bowed her head and laughed silently for a long time.

"Laughing fart." Miyano asked in a low voice, and laughed after a few seconds.

After the club comes out and walks a few tens of meters, there is a bus stop.

Pu Ling looked at the timetable posted on it, and found that there is also a long-term bus that can pass through the bay and then go to the old city.

"Take this to go home." Pu Ling tapped on the timetable.

"Listen to you." Miyano said.

It didn't take long for the bus to come.

There were still not many people in the car, so the two found a double seat in the back row and sat down.

In the evening, the setting sun slanted in, and the heater was turned on in the car, making people drowsy.

Pu Ling leaned her head on Miyano's shoulder, and the moment she closed her eyes, someone grabbed her fingers, and felt a soft touch on her fingertips.

He opened his eyes and saw that Miyano was bowing his head and kissing his fingers.

"Why?" Pu Ling poked Miyano's face with her fingertips.

"I'm saying thank you." Miyano looked up at him.

Pu Ling smiled and turned her face away: "Brother Hui can't hide his words."

Miyano bowed her head again and kissed the back of his hand.

"Actually, I don't mean anything else, I just want you to know," Pu Ling said, "You're really good, really great, and you don't need to admit it, too."

"Yeah." Miyano said.

"You," Pu Ling suddenly jumped to the topic, and said with a very boyish feeling, "When you pass the bay later, when the setting sun shines on the sea level, remember to kiss me."

"It's so disgusting." Miyano clicked his tongue, "Okay."

The sunset of this day was blood red, and when it fell to the sea level, the entire sea level seemed to be burning.

Bright and beautiful.

The afterglow reflected in the sea shone like tiny splinters of gold.

Miyano was very solemn and punctual. When the passengers were not paying attention, he stretched out his long and thin fingers to cover Pu Ling's side face, covering the bridge of his nose and lips. Puling's lips.

This kiss is very patient, very gentle and gentle, very gentle and gentle.

This is the last birthday present for his birthday today.

☆, 36

"Do you have an appointment?" the waitress in the teahouse asked with a smile.

Pu Ling nodded: "No. 235 on the second floor."

"Okay, please follow me." The young lady said, leading him to the second floor.

Pu Ling took a deep breath, and felt more oppressed as she walked in, until she saw the man at the very end who couldn't wait to get up when she saw him, Pu Ling felt that her breath was stuck in her chest, and she felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Xiaoling!" Qiu Yehai called his name with a smile.

Pu Ling frowned, and sat down opposite him expressionlessly.

"I saw you in a hurry last time, so I didn't prepare anything." Qiu Yehai laughed a few times, took out a box from his pocket, and pushed it in front of him, "It's for you, open it and have a look."

Pu Ling was not interested in being polite to him, so he pushed the box away and said coldly, "No need."

Qiu Yehai smiled dryly: "Then dad will buy you something else next time, buy what you like."

"What do you want from me?" Pu Ling looked at him, "Say, don't make any detours."

"Isn't this... the last time?" Qiu Yehai sighed, "Dad really wants you to come and live with Dad. Dad doesn't need anything now, except for a child. You... …”

"Don't dream." Pu Ling interrupted him.

Qiu Yehai froze for a moment, his expression a little unhappy.

Pu Ling didn't know what mood he was in now, looking at Qiu Yehai's appearance, he thought he was ridiculous.

"Xiaoling, Dad is also doing it for your own good," Qiu Yehai said earnestly, "Look at the poor high school you are studying now, what's so good about it, and you have to work part-time on weekends, it's too hard, which one? The little ones have to work so hard."

"I told you very clearly last time that part-time work is for me. No one forced me to do it, and I am very happy with it. It has nothing to do with you and you can't control it." Pu Ling The slap on the table made the teapot slam.

Qiu Yehai frowned, looking very helpless: "Look... all these years, what your mother has taught you to be rude, and dare to slap the table at your own father."

"Are you my real father?" Pu Ling narrowed her eyes and whispered, "My father died a long time ago."

"You!" Qiu Yehai pointed at him, his face flushed.

"Is there anything else? Let's say goodbye." Pu Ling was about to get up.

"Wait a minute." Qiu Yehai paused, "It's fine if you don't want to live with me, just read this first."

He dropped an envelope on the table, and a stack of photos slipped out of it.

Pu Ling lowered her head subconsciously, then her eyes widened.

In the photo are him and Miyano.

in various places.

Children's Palace Square, convenience stores, and the graffiti club.

Both had a good laugh.

But at the moment these smiling faces made Pu Ling break into a cold sweat.

"Are you following me?" He asked Qiu Yehai with a trembling voice.

"What happened between you and this boy," Qiu Yehai frowned, "Do you want me to tell your mother?"

Pu Ling shook all the photos on the table to the ground, looked up at him and paused every word: "You try."

Qiu Yehai smiled wryly, and bent down to pick up the photo: "It's because Dad didn't take care of you well that made you like this, hooking up with some dubious people all day long..."

Before finishing speaking, Pu Ling kicked up.

Miyano put down the paint bucket, took off his gloves and looked at his phone.

Twelve o'clock sharp.

Always felt a little uneasy, the seventh sense told him.

He was holding his mobile phone to make a call to Pu Ling, but just as he was about to dial the number, Yaya walked over with a smile: "Handsome guy, it's time for dinner."

Miyano smiled and nodded.

"Our engineering task is quite arduous." Yaya squinted her eyes, covered the sun with the back of her hand, and turned her head to look at the white wall extending to 30 meters. "Come on, it will take about three or four days."

"Yeah." Miyano said.

"Why, you are so absent-minded when talking to me," Yaya smiled, and glanced at his mobile phone, "Call your girlfriend?"

"To the boyfriend." Miyano said.

"Men..." Yaya was stunned for a moment, "Oh, then you can call, I'll go over to have dinner first."

Miyano dialed Pu Ling's number, but he answered after beeping three times.

"Hey."

"Have you eaten yet?" Miyano laughed, "I haven't eaten since I heard it, and my voice is limp. You must be getting up late again."

The other side also laughed: "Get ready to get up and make instant noodles."

"I can get off work at five or six o'clock, please stay at home and wait for me to come back." Miyano kissed the microphone forcefully.

Pu Ling lazily said: "I want to drink double-cannon, bring it to me."

"You're so fat." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"You don't want me when you're fat?"

"Well, sooner or later I will throw you away and find a better looking one."

"Then you probably won't be able to find it," Pu Ling said in a low voice. "There is no one more beautiful than me in this world. No matter how good-looking someone is, you won't like it. You can only look at me."

Miyano laughed and scolded him: "Shameless."

"Shameless also learned from you." Pu Ling said.

"It's okay not to be poor with you, I've eaten." Miyano kissed the receiver again before hanging up the phone.

Where are so many uneasy seventh senses, what a fart.

Pu Ling hung up the phone, threw the used cotton swabs into the trash can, twisted the medicine bottle, and hid the bottle in the desk drawer.

"Son, bring the water to the boil and pour it for mom." My mother shouted from the kitchen.

"Here we come." Pu Ling stretched her wrist, got up and left the room.

"After the water is finished, help mom take out the garbage, and then go to the supermarket and bring me a bottle of vinegar." My mother said.

Pu Ling poured the boiling water from the electric kettle into the thermos, then went to the kitchen to pick up the trash.

"I feel like I became a tool person when I was on vacation," Pu Ling clicked his tongue and looked at his mother, "What do you think?"

My mother was frying green vegetables drastically, she turned her head and asked in surprise, "What is a tool man?"

"The tool man is the one who hands you vinegar, takes out the garbage for you, boils water for you..." Pu Ling said.

"Go! Don't be so poor! Hurry up and buy vinegar." Mom laughed.

Pu Ling smiled at her: "Understood, let's go."

When he went out, he leaned against the door and let out a soft breath.

I don't know how long he and his mother can get along so normally and peacefully before the matter is exposed.

However, Pu Ling looked at those photos of Qiu Yehai, and there was nothing particularly obvious about them. Just those photos, I explained to my mother that my mother should be able to trust him, not Qiu Yehai.

If it really doesn't work, just admit it... It's not like Pu Ling didn't think about it.

But he was somewhat uncertain about his mother's attitude.

But Pu Ling knew very well that his relationship with Miyano was doomed to hear some bad voices and be questioned and criticized from the very beginning.

It doesn't matter whether it comes early or late, anyway, he believes Miyano, Miyano belongs to him, he belongs to Miyano, and no one can separate the two.

If Miyano dared to run away, he would break his legs and tie him to a belt for the rest of his life, and would not let him run anywhere.

But Miyano doesn't seem like that kind of person.

Hey.

Miyano finished his work and was going to take the bus out of the club.

This graffiti club and a skateboard club are merged together. The skateboard club borrows their space, and they borrow the heat and popularity of skateboarding.

In front of the club is a Christian church, and behind it is a restaurant with local flavors.

Miyano memorized the order, fearing that he might make a mistake when he came back next time, so he walked backwards towards the station just after he finished memorizing, and bumped into someone on his back.

"Hey, isn't that right..." Miyano turned his head, his eyes widened, "It's you?"

The old lady in black smiled and bowed to him: "What a coincidence."

Miyano looked at the pointed umbrella pinned to her waist, and smiled: "What a coincidence, mother-in-law, why are you here? Selling charm bags?"

The old lady shook her head and didn't say what she was selling, but looked at him and said: "There is bad luck coming, pay attention to safety."

"..." Miyano sighed, "Can you give me a good fortune-telling too?"

The old lady looked at him meaningfully and left.

Miyano frowned, feeling that the old man was a little distracted, but he had to admit that his eyelids were twitching all day today, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

What's the matter...

Oh, forgot to buy a double bang for my boyfriend.

Miyano clicked his tongue, stopped a bus that happened to be coming, and jumped on it.

"For Chinese New Year this year, let's ask Uncle Hu and Hu Yuan to come over with us." Pu Ling was mixing dumpling stuffing, looking up at her mother.

"Okay." Mom said briskly.

"There are also Miyano and Gonghe." Pu Ling added, secretly looking at his mother's face.

"Okay, there are so many people." My mother picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper and began to stuff it.

"Mom, what do you think..." Pu Ling paused, "How about Miyano?"

"Miyano?" Mom raised her eyebrows, "It's good, but it's not good to fight with people all day long."

"He doesn't fight with others now, he has a serious job." Pu Ling said immediately.

"That's it." Mom nodded and laughed again, "Why are you asking me this?"

"Nothing, just ask." Pu Ling said.

The phone dinged, and Pu Ling wiped her hands and took it out to see.

-[Milk tea photo]

- Shout out to you.

Pu Ling smiled and typed.

-Thank you, Brother Ono.

-day!Come here, now.

Pu Ling put the phone in his pocket and resumed his serious look.

"I'm going out to do some shopping." He looked at his mother.

"Come back soon, the dumplings will be cooked as soon as they are steamed." Mom said.

Pu Ling walked up the stairs lightly, leaned over and took a look at the window, the lights in the room were on, and she didn't know where people were going...

With a creak, the door was pulled open, and Miyano squinted against the door to look at him.

"Why do you catch me every time?" Pu Ling clicked his tongue.

"Every time you bend down to look at my room from the window, I can see it clearly." Miyano said.

"Where's my cannon?" Pu Ling shook her hands.

"Pay attention to civilization when speaking." Miyano said.

"My milk tea." Pu Ling shook her hands again.

Miyano suddenly reached out, grabbed his arm, and folded it back.

"Fuck..." Pu Ling was pressed against the wall by him, "What are you doing?"

Miyano laughed, leaned up and kissed his ear: "Abduct you."

As he spoke, he dragged Pu Ling into the house and threw him on the sofa.

"Oh shit, my mother is still waiting for me to eat..." Pu Ling sighed with a smile, lying on the sofa on her back, turning her head to see the milk tea on the coffee table, the pink piggy ashtray and his Look at each other.

"Wait a minute," Miyano stopped and stared at him, "Why do you look so bad?"

Miyano reached out and touched Pu Ling's forehead: "You're still sweating, what's going on?"

"It hurts because of you." Pu Ling said.

"I made it..." Miyano realized something, pulled his sleeve and saw the gauze tied around his wrist, "How did this happen? Why didn't you just say it?"

"I accidentally bumped into it," Pu Ling smiled, "It's okay, and it doesn't hurt too much."

"Are you brainless, the collision is so serious." Miyano clicked his tongue.

"Yeah, let the idiot go, the idiot just wants to drink the double-cannon." Pu Ling said.

Miyano couldn't help laughing, tilted his head and kissed him on the bridge of the nose, got up quickly, put the milk tea into the tube and handed it to him.

"The service is so thoughtful." Pu Ling looked at him.

"It depends on your hand hurts, otherwise I will appoint you to serve me for one night." Miyano said.

"Then it won't take long, isn't it the day after tomorrow?" Pu Ling said softly, "Just wait, I will serve you well."

The author has something to say: I would like to apologize to everyone here. After returning home, the whole person may relax, and the number of words in the update is much slower than when I was in school, and I am still old. It is really not good. should:(

☆, 37

"Are you still desperate?" Miyano clicked his tongue.

Pu Ling got up with a smile, and touched his face: "I'm gone for dinner, do you want to come to my house for dinner?"

"I ate it on the way, so hurry up." Miyano said.

After the people left, Miyano sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette.

He was not willing to use the piggy ashtray, it had been left there untouched.Miyano randomly took a plastic cup and flicked ash into it.

Something was wrong with Puling.

If the injury on his hand was accidentally bumped, he wouldn't wait until the pain was unbearable and he was found out, but he would say it when Miyano was about to touch his arm.

Miyano frowned, Pu Ling had something to hide from him.

The expression on his face can't deceive anyone, Pu Ling's smile just now was a bit deliberate.

What the hell are you hiding?

Miyano leaned back and sighed.

Anyway, if you ask, you will definitely not be able to find out. Pu Ling doesn't want to say that torture is useless.

-Give me a little more time to think about it.

Pu Ling typed this sentence expressionlessly, and sent it to an unfamiliar number without a note.

It was Qiu Yehai's number. I don't know where he got Pu Ling's contact information. He harassed him on time every day. He also used this number to invite him to the teahouse last time.

Pu Ling beat him up last time, but he didn't pay attention because he was emotional. When he got up, his wrist hit the hot tea brought by the waiter behind him, and a large piece of skin was burned off.

Pu Ling didn't let her mother know about it, nor did she let Miyano know about it.

He wants to solve it by himself, instead of letting Miyano stand up for him every time.

The New Year's Eve was a Monday, and the weather was fine. Pu Ling got up early to put up red papers.

Above the main entrance is a sign of "Caiyuan Guangjin", on the kitchen door there is a sign of "Five Blessings", and on the balcony there is a sign of "Great Peng Spreading Wings".

Quan's mother picked it from the stall selling couplets in the vegetable market, which is quite suitable for the occasion.

"Be careful, son," the mother shouted while supporting the door frame, "Don't fall."

"I know." Pu Ling said vaguely with a small adhesive tape in her mouth.

"Hey, Xiao Ye." Mom called out with a smile.

Pu Ling subconsciously turned her head, and one of them lost his footing and almost fell off the small wooden ladder.

"Oh, you scared me to death!" Mom quickly ran up to help him, "What's the matter, I'm still absent-minded after posting a note."

"No, it's all right." Pu Ling waved his hand, "It's all pasted up."

Miyano's low laughter came from behind: "You still have to concentrate when working, don't think about anything else, it's easy to fall."

Pu Ling turned her head and saw that he was also pasting a red paper on the balcony, which said "Hundred Years of Love".

"..."

Taking advantage of her mother not paying attention, Pu Ling glared at Miyano.

"Auntie! Brother Puling! Brother!" Gong He, who was wearing a big red coat, ran in from the yard and shouted with a smile, "Happy New Year!"

"Oh, you're good too, Xiao Er." Mom stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, "I haven't seen you for a while, what are you up to?"

"Being the second boss." Miyano pasted the red paper, turned his head and said.

"Yes!" Gong He echoed with a smile, "I'm the boss now! Although I'm the deputy, more than half of the people in the store have to listen to me."

"It's amazing, my aunt knows that you can learn anything." My mother patted his head with a smile.

"Hey, let me tell you, there's a man outside who doesn't come in for a long time, who are you looking for?" Aunt Qin came in from outside with a large bowl of vegetables and shouted.

Pu Ling's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and his hands and feet were instantly cold.

He didn't expect that Qiu Yehai would not let him have a good year.

Just thinking about it, my mother asked, "Who is it?"

Aunt Qin rolled her eyes: "I don't know you, you can see for yourself."

Just as my mother was about to leave the door, Pu Ling hurried over: "Mom, I'll just go and see..."

Before he finished speaking, someone came in and called out, "Puqin."

Mom raised her head in a daze and looked at the man.

"Puqin, it's Chinese New Year, I'll come and see you." Qiu Yehai walked in from the courtyard door with two or three big bags of things.

Miyano watched Pu Ling's expression gradually change from anxiety to anger, and he could barely guess that the man in front of him should be his own father.

Dear dad... He finally realized where Pu Ling's problem yesterday came from.

The last time Pu Ling drank and smashed wine jars for this reason, but he said he had to solve it himself, so Miyano didn't take it to heart.

day.

It should have been thought of long ago, and it should have been noticed when Pu Ling first mentioned it.

He can handle a fart by himself as a child.

Miyano frowned, walked down the stairs, and stood beside Pu Ling.

Pu Ling turned her head and glanced at him, her brows were tightly knit, and her eyes were a little uneasy.

Miyano really wanted to grab his hand, but he didn't dare to grab it because of the presence of other people.

Pu Qin was silent for a while, looked at Qiu Yehai and said, "Why do you come to see me?"

"You said that," Qiu Yehai clicked his tongue, "Can't I come and see you if I have nothing to do?"

"I'm doing fine, take these things back." Pu Qin pointed to the big bag in his hand, "No need."

Qiu Yehai nodded with a smile: "I knew you still have this temper after all these years."

"It's not as simple as just coming to see me," Pu Qin glanced at him, "Is there something wrong?"

"There's something wrong." Qiu Yehai said as he was about to lift his foot into the room.

"If you have something to say, just talk in the yard." Pu Qin said.

Qiu Yehai smiled embarrassingly: "Okay, then I'll make it clear that I want Pu Ling's custody."

"Puling has grown up, who he is with is his own business, it's useless for you to ask me, you have to ask him." Pu Qin also smiled politely.

"Son..." Qiu Yehai looked up at Pu Ling and said with a smile, "I looked for it before, but he didn't agree, so I want you to persuade him that my son will have a better life with me." Learning conditions, living environment..."

Speaking of this, Qiu Yehai glanced around the yard: "Is this also a place where people can live?"

"Hey, what the hell are you talking about!" Gong He almost jumped up, "Why is this not a place for people to live in!"

"Miyahe." Miyano called his name, "Speak less."

Qiu Yehai glanced at them both with a smile: "Look, how can my son stay with such an unqualified person all day long?"

"I didn't beat you honestly last time, did I?" Pu Ling said suddenly.

"Pu Ling, what did you say?" Pu Qin turned her head and stared at him in disbelief.

Qiu Yehai still smiled: "Dad is fine, Dad won't blame you, you are still young and ignorant, it doesn't matter if things go off track occasionally, you can get back on track after a good education... .”

"Try saying another word to me." Pu Ling roared.

Pu Ling's chest heaved violently, and Miyano gently tugged at his sleeve, gradually starting to feel uneasy.

Qiu Yehai ignored him, and turned his head to look at Puqin: "Oh, you don't know, right? My son has been getting very close to the man next to him recently. You see, you usually don't care about your son, and you don't even care about him making any friends." I don't understand."

"Miyano is very good. Pu Ling is free to make friends with him." Pu Qin said, putting her arm around Pu Ling's shoulder, "Don't be angry with my son, there is nothing to be angry with him."

Pu Ling's nose became sore, her eyes turned red, and she wanted to speak but couldn't.

"They are not ordinary friends." Qiu Yehai said.

Miyano's eyes suddenly went dark, and his heart beat fast.

He knew exactly what Qiu Yehai was going to say next without even thinking about it.

It turned out that Pu Ling was doing it for this matter yesterday...he was holding back everything by himself, and he didn't tell him a word.

How could there be such a fool.

Miyano clenched his fists tightly, his gaze fell on Qiu Yehai's hand.

Qiu Yehai didn't know when there was an extra envelope in his hand, he stretched out his hand with a smile, and handed the envelope to Pu Qin: "You can have a look."

"Mom, don't listen to him." Pu Ling's voice trembled a little.

Pu Qin touched his face, opened the envelope, and those photos appeared in Pu Ling's field of vision again.

"Brother, is this you..." Gong He was stunned for a moment, and asked in a low voice.

Miyano didn't speak, but quietly grabbed Pu Ling's hand.

Pu Ling didn't look at him, but held his hand instead.

Pu Qin flipped through the photos, looked up at Qiu Yehai without any expression change: "What do you want to use these photos to explain?"

"Your son and him," Qiu Yehai pointed at Miyano, "have an improper relationship."

"Just because of these photos?" Pu Qin frowned, "I haven't sued you for secretly taking pictures, have I?"

"You don't believe me?" Qiu Yehai sneered, "Or did you know it a long time ago, but you are too guilty to tell the truth?"

"What can I be guilty of?"

"Because you didn't teach your son well and let him hang out with men!" Qiu Yehai said.

Pu Qin was taken aback for a moment, she didn't expect him to say such a thing.

The air suddenly became quiet, and no one spoke again, even Gong He was too frightened by the atmosphere to speak out.

Miyano's mind was hot and chaotic. He never thought that his relationship with Pu Ling would one day be spoken out in such a way, even by Pu Ling's mother.

It's not that he didn't think about admitting to Pu Qin and everyone.

But at least it can't be a scene like this.

He hoped that he and Pu Ling could get sincere and good wishes, and it didn't matter if there weren't many, or even if no one blessed them.

This is a relationship that cannot be favored by everyone. What Miyano wants is for Pu Ling not to be hurt.

But it was too heavy for Pu Ling and his mother to be forced to go public like this.

Miyano quietly glanced at Pu Ling, who was quickly wiping away tears with his sleeve.

It took Miyano a lot of effort to control himself from kicking the man down.

Pu Qin threw the photo on Qiu Yehai, and the photos scattered all over the floor.

"These photos are meaningless, and I won't believe what you say." Pu Qin's voice trembled a little, but her tone was firm, "I won't call the police for the sake of the Chinese New Year, so get out."

"You don't believe me?" Qiu Yehai smiled, "I know, you won't believe it based on these photos."

"I told you to get lost." Pu Qin looked at him.

"You might as well ask your son to take off his clothes and take a closer look, his shoulders are