please stop being jealous

After I was with Xu Luo, I rarely left her alone in the apartment because I didn't want to see her alone.

But as it stands now, I have to make a phone call.

"Hello?" After Xu Luo also answered the phone, I took a moment to dare to speak, "I may not be back tonight."

Xu Luo also had a surprised tone: "Is there something urgent?"

"That's right..." I made up a nonsense reason, "A friend has an emergency, I'll go and help."

Speaking of this, I felt irritated for a while, suppressed my anger a little, and then continued into the headset: "It's cold, remember to close the doors and windows, and sleep when you're sleepy."

"Oh, I see."

The sky had already fallen into darkness, and I drove the car all the way back home from the company.

Lanterns have been hung on the gate outside the compound, which looks very festive.

The snow was still falling, so I tightened my clothes and entered the community.

The road was a bit slippery, I didn't walk fast, and it took 3 minutes to reach the door of the house.

I forgot to wear gloves when I got out of the car, and now my hands are a little cold, so I breathed on them before raising my hand to knock on the door.

The door opened quickly, revealing my dad's face.

With his back to the light, he frowned: "Didn't you bring the key?"

"I put the bag in the car and forgot to take it."

He turned around after listening, and I changed my shoes at the door while still looking at the situation in the living room.

"Dad, what about mom?"

My dad was already sitting on the sofa, holding a thick book in his hand, wearing a pair of glasses, looking very serious.

It's just a second into the play.

"Where else can it be?" My dad didn't take his eyes off the book, and casually pointed to the study room.

I can't deny that I was flustered when I first got the calls, but the closer I got to home, the more I calmed down.

The experience will always be experienced. If I don't calm down, the result will not be good.

I poured myself a glass of water, didn't rush into the study, and asked, "What is the mother looking for from me?"

My dad paused while turning the pages of the book, then looked up at me.

No, staring at me.

I held a cup next to him to warm my hands, didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.

"Aftermath, lingering fear." He even called my name directly.

I smiled: "Here, what instructions do you have?"

"Did Mom and Dad care too little for you?" He looked sad.

"No, where is your love for me missing?"

"Then why..." He didn't go on talking, and looked at the book again, "Forget it, you go in and talk to your mother, I don't want to talk to you about this."

"it is good."

I drank all the water I received, gave myself a silent sigh of relief, then stood up, walked to the door of the study, and knocked lightly.

"Come in." My mother's voice came from inside.

I turned the doorknob lock, and when the door opened, I called out, "Mom."

My mother was sitting on the teacher's chair, and my "Mom" didn't change her expression.

She pointed to a pen and a notebook on my side: "Practice calligraphy."

I sat down as promised, and after finishing my pen, I asked her, "What do you write?"

"Write Xu Luoye's name."

When she answered, I was about to start writing, but when she finished speaking, the tip of the pen seemed to be separated from the book by thousands of miles.

My mother sneered: "Why don't you write?"

I pursed my lips and looked up at her: "If you want to check my handwriting practice, I can write my own name, right?"

After I finished speaking, I stopped caring about her, and raised my pen to write my name.

When I was young, my family asked me to practice calligraphy. At first, I was asked to write my own name.

My dad said, "Seeing characters is like seeing people." You must write your name beautifully, and others may have a much better impression of me.

So let me, who has not yet gone to kindergarten, write my name over and over again until they are satisfied.

Now I'm starting to write my own name again.

My mother didn't say anything more. When I finished writing a page, I looked up and looked at her: "Do you want to write again?" What time? Where did I go wrong?"

Practicing calligraphy can make people calm down. After the name on this page, I feel that I am not so impetuous.

My whole body seemed to be injected with a wave of energy, making me face my mother.

There is no escape, only face.

"I won't beat someone with a stick like your godfather, but I want you to tell me again like Xiao Song that you actually like men."

"Can it be done?"

Having said all of this, no one knows what happened.

I lowered my head again, turned a page of the book, and before writing, I replied: "No."

As soon as the pen touched the paper, it seemed that it was out of control, and began to write Xu Luoye's name.

Her name has few strokes and is very simple to write, and can be written in two or three seconds.

The study room at home is much larger than the one in my apartment, and there is a big table next to it, which is usually used by my dad for drawing.

The decoration is actually the same as before. I always sit here and am punished to practice calligraphy or to solve problems.

My parents' love for me is not limited?Maybe just a little bit.

They just want me to be perfect to satisfy their parental desire to show off.

Huo Lingshu next door got a high score in the test, and they also want me to take a high score. If it is a little lower, it will make me more serious, and I will not be allowed to make a mistake.

Fangyuan and the others finished the exam and made some progress, and the family would give them a lot of verbal encouragement.

But my parents never do this, they will buy me things, give me pocket money, but they will not say a little nice word.

In their eyes, I will never be as good as their friends' children.

They must love me, but they don't show it very much, but they are more harsh on me.

I have also tried to talk about this issue, I hope they care about me a little bit more.

However, in the end, what he got in exchange was still being punished to solve problems and practice calligraphy in the study, and he was not allowed to play with Fang Yuan and the others until he finished.

Now he asks me to give up Xu Luoye.

It's amazing that I can do it.

My eye sockets couldn't help turning red.

"You are an obedient child." I don't know how long it took, my mother said, "You have been obedient since you were a child."

I sniffed: "So?" I looked into her eyes, "So I'm 27 now, and I'm already [-] in your mouth, should I listen to you?"

"Why? Mom."

"Why do you and Dad always want to control my life and let me go on the path you want me to take?"

"Why do you not want to ask me what I think and respect me every time?"

Her tone was calm: "We asked you to come to work in the company, and you said you didn't want to come, so we didn't respect you? You said you didn't want to study for a Ph. Listen to yourself, is there any truth to what you are saying now!" She continued, no longer calm, her eyes widened, "I asked you to find a partner, but you didn't find it, so we just urged you to introduce you You have rejected them directly, is this called disrespect for you?"

"It's good for you. You keep saying that you don't want to get married, but you actually like women."

This picture is really embarrassing.

The words she said entered my ears word by word, causing an earthquake no less than a magnitude eight.

My mother covered her face as she said, and her voice came out from between her fingers: "I should have guessed it a long time ago, but I just don't want to believe it, I don't want to believe it."

I raised my head slightly, and eased my tears: "But, this is the truth."

I might be crazy, and what I said was more and more like a bomb: "I slept with my little sister, I have to be responsible."

My mother put down her hand again. She didn't shed tears, but the tip of her nose was slightly red, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to have deepened a little.

She opened her mouth: "Yu Ji, think carefully about whether you want to spend your whole life with her." She said, "I don't deny that under my test, she passed the test and is a very good girl."

"But she is younger than you, do you understand? She is five years younger than you, five years. She can afford it, but can you afford it?"

I was a little surprised when she changed the subject.

But I still gave a quick answer: "Why can't I afford it?" I tried my best to be calm, "If she wants to leave me in the future, that will be in the future."

She waved her hand: "Go out." She stroked her forehead, "I don't want to continue talking, I have a headache."

I didn't move, I was still sitting on the chair, and the pen was still in my hand.

This fountain pen is very expensive. I have been using it since I was a child, and its price was very expensive at that time. If it is priced in today's society, it can't afford five figures.

I rubbed the body of the pen, and softened my voice a little: "Mom, Xu Luo is also very important to me." I said, "Without her, none of you would know how miserable I am. good."

I emphasized it emphatically: "Didn't you find that my energy is very good now?"

It was not as bad as I expected. After I came out of the study, I could sit on the sofa again calmly.

My dad is still holding the book, but has fallen asleep and hasn't taken off his glasses.

I sighed and was about to take off my glasses, but he suddenly opened his eyes: "I'm reading a book."

"...OK." I took another sip of water.

He touched his nose, coughed, and asked me mysteriously, "What happened?"

"What result?"

"The result of your negotiation with your mother."

"Didn't you hear everything yourself?" I pointed to the book in front of him, "The book is turned upside down. If you didn't eavesdrop, who would believe it?"

It was only after they grew up that they dared to talk to them like this.

I leaned back and looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It was almost ten o'clock.

It's too late to go back to the apartment now, and it's still snowing outside, so it's not... safe.

I took out my phone from the pocket of my down jacket, and a few WeChat messages came, so I unlocked the phone.

After clicking on WeChat, I saw Xu Luoye's message at a glance: [The friend you mentioned is you, I'll wait for you to come back. 】

It's not cold at home, my cold hands are now hot, but it wasn't until I saw the message from Xu Luoye that I felt a lot more warmth.

My dad coughed again, he had already straightened the book.

I looked over and said, "Dad, it's not good for your eyes."

"Don't worry about it," he said, but he still closed the book and rubbed his eyes.

He stood up and glanced at me before turning around: "I'll help you persuade your mother again." He said, "Just as compensation."