How can different genders fall in love

The atmosphere is extremely harmonious.

Both of them looked at him suspiciously, Qin Li's eyes moved from his face to the vegetable basket in his arms, and he suddenly smiled.

"Morning, teacher."——

Qin Li quickly won the favor of the elders of the Song family with only two things.

One is Go.

Father Song loved three things in his life, good tea, flowers and go.The first two things are fine, you can buy tea and grow flowers, but good chess players are hard to find.

It's not that there are no chess players around, but most of them are chess, and anyone who can play Go can count them.Those with good skills and the time to play with Father Song are even more difficult to find.

And Qin Li, unfortunately, belonged to this type of person.

The second is the face.

Qin Li has a face that can instantly kill women of all ages.

In addition, he is very well dressed, very polite in conversation, and he is also a proud student of his own son.

Adding all these conditions together, it would be difficult for Song's mother not to like him.

then--

"You couldn't have used some magic tricks on my parents, could you?"

Song Shujue lifted him aside and asked in a low voice.

Qin Li rubbed his cuffs that were crumpled by his grasp, his eyes were aggrieved and innocent: "There's no such thing as a demon, I'm already attractive, okay?"

"is it?"

Song Shujue looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Why can't I see it."

"You have bad eyesight."

Song Shujue: The person who said "even poison is sweet" last night must have been imagined by him! ! !

"How did you let my dad let you in while I was away?"

"I told my uncle that I am your student."

"And he just let you in like that?"

It's unscientific, his father is not such an unsuspecting person, isn't he afraid of being a liar?

"Otherwise? Do you want me to say hello uncle, my name is Qin Li, and I am the one who is pursuing your son?"

Qin Li raised his eyebrows.

"Then I'm afraid you won't see me intact."

"……and many more!"

Song Shujue finally heard the sense of disobedience.

"What do you call my dad?"

"...Uncle."

Qin Li asked hesitantly, "Teacher, your ears aren't good either?"

"Don't play tricks on me."

Song Shujue frowned and stared at him.

"I'm your teacher, a generation older than you, but you call me uncle dad, what do you mean?"

"It's the teacher who asked me to call me by age. Uncle is not very old, so I can't call him grandpa..."

Qin Li smiled shyly, "That's so inappropriate."

That text message—it turned out to be waiting for him here!

Song Shujue gave this scheming and acting guy a cold look, then suddenly raised his hand, and smacked him on the forehead with lightning speed.

Qin Li hissed, but a smile quickly flashed across his face.

Song Shujue was in a bad mood, and sure enough, the next moment, Mother Song hurried over angrily with a plate of fruit.

"You said that you are such an adult anyway. You are an elder, so you take care of the younger generation like this? Xiao Qin has a good personality, so don't just bully him just because you are a human teacher!"

As he said that, he turned his gaze to Qin Li, and his voice became gentle again: "Xiao Qin, does it hurt? Next time your teacher does this again, just tell me, and I will scold him for you."

Qin Li responded obediently: "Thank you, auntie, it doesn't hurt, the teacher is just educating me, it doesn't take much effort."

Seeing the red marks on his forehead that hadn't faded away, Song's mother was full of affection and emotion: "Oh, how could there be such a sensible child! Let's go and eat some fruit." After speaking, she pulled Qin Li and went to The living room is gone.

After being criticized and educated by his own mother, Song Shujue looked at their affectionate backs with a desolate face, and recalled how Song's mother greeted him with concern yesterday, and couldn't help but think desperately: Qin Li must have cast a demon Bar!

☆、Chapter Nineteen

I don't know how Qin Li told Song's mother, Song Shujue had just arrived at the dinner table when he heard a shocking news——

"How many days are you staying here?"

Qin Li smiled against his unbelievable gaze, as if he was trying his best to appear calm, but the disappointment in his voice revealed his mood: "Are you causing trouble for the teacher? That's okay, I can Go out and stay in a hotel."

His sensible appearance made Song's mother feel distressed, and she turned to Song Shujue displeased: "Why, Xiao Qin came here to play on purpose, you as a teacher can't treat you well, and you want to treat others Heading to the hotel?"

Song Shujue frowned, "Mom, I don't have one, it's just that the sheets in the guest room at home are all dusty, can people still live there?"

"Oh, forget about this..." Mother Song thought for a while, "Tomorrow I will wash all the sheets and everything. The sun is good these days, so I will take out the quilts in the closet to dry in the sun. Tonight—let Xiao Qin sleep in the same room with you!"

"mom!"

Song Shujue was not calm anymore.

"How can I sleep in the same room with him?"

"Why can't you and Xiao Qin sleep in the same room?"

Mother Song asked back.

"Two men, what are you afraid of?"

It's only men who are afraid, let alone a pair of men who "have evil intentions" with your son!

But can this reason be said?

So, Song Shujue had no choice but to give Qin Li a veiled look.

I thought I would be able to get rid of this guy during the holidays, but he never expected that he would chase after him, and let his mother who didn't know the truth stand by him!

I really want to expose his true face under that well-behaved shell, but the consequences...

Song Shujue thought about it, not to mention how aggrieved he was.

Qin Li looked back at him with a smile in his eyes, but said in his mouth: "Since the teacher minds, then I'll sleep on the sofa."

Sure enough, Song's mother refused straight away: "No, no, you are so tall, it's so uncomfortable to sleep on the sofa."

Song Shujue immediately said: "Then I'll sleep on the sofa."

Hearing this, Qin Li lowered his head slightly, his expression very gloomy.

Song Shujue saw that Mother Song seemed to be about to speak again, and quickly said, "I'm not used to sleeping with other people."

Song's mother said with a bit of a smile: "You and A-Lang have slept in the same room since we were young. When did you not get used to it? Okay, this is home, not a school, so don't always carry your bag." The teacher is putting on airs."

Mr. Song, who "loves to carry it", wants to cry but has no tears, and has no place to complain about his grievances.

He pursed his lips, looked at Mother Song, and finally said nothing.

During this period, Song's father, who didn't say a word, turned his eyes between Song Shujue and Qin Li, with a little thought in his eyes——

Song Shujue was leaning on the bedside to read a book, when he heard the door knock, he raised his head, and happened to meet Qin Li's eyes.

Qin Li had just taken a shower, his eyes were still covered with damp water vapor, he looked pure and innocent as hell.

Seeing Song Shujue looking over, he squinted his eyes, and his lips, which were extremely rosy from being wet with water, curled up, and his demeanor instantly became evil.

Song Shujue looked away lightly, but his fingers curled up unnaturally on the page.

Qin Li walked to the bed, half-kneeled on the bed, and looked at Song Shujue questioningly: "Teacher, I'm coming up."

Will you still talk well?

Song Shujue closed his eyes and ignored him.

Qin Li took it as acquiescing, lay down all over, buried his face in the pillow intoxicated and sniffed deeply, raised his head, his voice became a little hoarse.

"It smells like a teacher."

Song Shujue's goosebumps were aroused by his idiotic behavior, he couldn't help but moved to the side, and coughed lightly: "Go to sleep first, I'll read a book later."

He was reading a book here, and Qin Li didn't sleep, so he lay on his side on the bed and looked at him without blinking.

If it was outside, Song Shujue would definitely be able to ignore this kind of look calmly, but now that the two of them are on the same bed, it is an ambiguous scene, and such a fiery look makes his heart flustered.

Song Shujue poked his neck and read for a long time but didn't read a few more words, so he simply put the book aside, got up and turned off the light.

"Go to sleep."

Then he turned around like an ostrich, facing away from Qin Li.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, even in the dark, he still feels like his back is getting hot from being stared at.

Qin Li's night vision ability is very good, looking at Song Shujue's hazy but tight body lines under the dim light streaming in from outside, imagining the anxiety he would have at this moment, he couldn't help but smile lightly.

Song Shujue's body became even stiffer.

But there was no mosaic image of "a warm body coming from behind", Qin Li just said in a sleepy and lingering voice:

"Teacher, what a dream."

Immediately, the breathing gradually eased.

That night, Song Shujue was in a daze for a long time.

Until the sky was slightly bright, sleepiness rolled in like a tide.

☆、Chapter Twenty

The first thing Song Shujue saw after waking up was a figure from behind.

In the bright morning light, a tall and straight figure appeared.

The blank eyes gradually focused, and Song Shujue slowly sat up from the bed.

Qin Li, who had his back turned to him, sensed the movement, turned his face slightly, his eyes were still downcast, but the corners of his lips curled up.

"morning."

Song Shujue, who had just woken up with an empty head, looked up at him, with a dazed look on his face that couldn't figure out the situation.

At this time, Qin Li had already fastened the last button, and raised his face, looking at Song Shujue with a little teasing in his eyes.

"Teacher? You're back to your senses."

Hearing this, Song Shujue rubbed his face, as if forcing himself to wake up from the trance: "How old is it?"

He turned his eyes away from Qin Li, and leaned on the edge of the bed to find his shoes.

"It's past ten o'clock."

The figure getting out of bed staggered.

Song Shujue stared at him incredulously: "How much?"

"Ten and thirteen."

Qin Li looked at his watch and answered very solemnly.

"Before that, I had breakfast with my uncle and aunt, spent an hour and a half doing morning exercises, and bought groceries with my aunt."

Song Shujue paused, said "oh" very calmly, and walked into the bathroom with a blank face and nonchalant steps.

After pouring a handful of cold water on his face, Song Shujue couldn't understand when he looked at himself in a mess in the mirror. Why did his biological clock that wakes up at seven o'clock every morning fail?

Or is it that Qin Li really has the magic power to make people sleep peacefully?

Thinking of the "brilliant incident" of sleeping in the classroom for three consecutive classes last time, Song Shujue was really puzzled.

Obviously knowing that he has an extremely aggressive personality in essence, but why does he feel extremely secure as soon as he falls asleep, no matter how much he is on guard?

Also, even a sensitive animal like a cat is willing to get close to him...

By the way, cat!

Song Shujue squeezed the toothpaste and shouted outside: "You're here, what will the cat do?"

"what?"

The sound blocked by a layer of walls was indistinct.

Song Shujue simply walked to the door, and as soon as he glanced out, the words were stuck in his throat, and he was stunned.

Qin Li was half bent over to put on his trousers, his smooth and extremely sensual waist curve and the half-hidden edges of his underwear were exposed to the air without any hesitation.

"you……"

As soon as Song Shujue opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse.In fact, he can't blame him for it, a gay man sees such a scene as exciting as a normal man seeing a beautiful woman in a bikini, especially in the morning.

He cleared his throat unnaturally, and when he raised his eyes again, his attention was already attracted by another thing.

"That—" He frowned tightly, his eyes full of inquiry and doubt. "Why do your panties look so similar to mine?"

Qin Li, who was wearing a belt, nodded generously when he heard the words, "It was originally yours."

Song Shujue's face was distorted: "...Why are you wearing my underwear?"

"I just sweated out of morning exercise and took a shower when I came back. I didn't bring enough clothes for a change, so my aunt lent me yours."

Qin Li explained indifferently, and gave Song Shujue a ambiguous smile: "Teacher, you used to like to wear black underwear, it's so boring."

"Men Sao is better than your erotic ♂ sensuality!"

Song Shujue was going crazy.

"Other clothes are fine, don't you mind borrowing other people's underwear? How about buying some! Are you hygienic!"

Afraid that his voice would be heard by his parents, he purposely lowered his voice, which sounded like he was gnashing his teeth.

Qin Li comforted him: "Teacher, don't worry, I don't despise you."

Song Shujue's mood at the moment is really...

Only the sun in the sky can describe it.

Taking several deep breaths, Song Shujue suppressed the anger in his heart, and said coldly, "I don't want that pair of underwear anymore."

"That's great."

Qin Li's face was full of surprise.

"Although this panty is a bit small for my size, it is a bit uncomfortable to wear, but when I think that this panty has the smell left by the teacher, my teacher and I... have been wrapped in the same piece of fabric, I will feel I was very excited, as if I was in close contact with the teacher all the time."

His eyes looked at Song Shujue's lower body suggestively, and he smiled brightly: "The teacher must think so too, so he left it for me as a souvenir."

Song Shujue suppressed the agitation caused by his explicit words, and left a sentence without any ups and downs: "Do you think everyone is as perverted as you?"

Then he walked back to the bathroom ruthlessly, and closed the door vigorously, the sound of locking it echoed clearly in the room.

Qin Li stood where he was, the overly sweet smile on his face gradually faded, he lowered his head and used two fingers to flick the edge of his underwear, and clicked his tongue somewhat dissatisfied.

"It's tight."—

After lunch, Song Shujue was asked by Mother Song to take Qin Li out for a walk.

Song Shujue thought it was inconvenient to talk about some things at home, so he agreed.

The two walked along the quiet path. There was an osmanthus tree planted beside the road, which was growing very well, and the trees were surrounded by blossoms. There was also a layer of yellow on the ground, and the fragrance was particularly strong.

"You really don't want to waste your time on me."

After deliberating over and over again, Song Shujue said so.

"Others go back to their own homes during the holidays, you follow me...what's the matter?"

Qin Li looked puzzled, and said softly: "I'm really homeless this time. I told them that I like my teacher, and then I was kicked out."

Song Shujue was silent for a moment, "You don't have to be like this."

Qin Li laughed at himself: "Don't think so well of me, I didn't sacrifice anything, in fact, I have been looking forward to this day. By the way, teacher, do you want to know how I feel after you left without saying goodbye?" ?”

Song Shujue didn't speak.

Qin Li said to himself: "Actually, I wasn't very sad at the time, I just felt very bored. I gradually realized that life without a teacher makes even the air feel turbid. Originally, I wanted to endure it myself, but thinking about my teacher made me It's like a bug digging into the bone, it hurts like hell. I called you, originally I just wanted to hear your voice, even if it's the sound of breathing—"

"However, the moment I really heard your voice, I found that I couldn't do it."

☆、Chapter 21

Song Shujue's Adam's apple twitched.

I wanted to say something, but felt that it was not appropriate to say anything.

"I was on the phone with you while going to the airport."

Qin Li's eyes darkened.

"I'm afraid that if I don't see you again, I won't be able to control myself."

Come again and again.

Song Shujue sighed helplessly in his heart.

How should I deal with this temper that turns black every minute?

"Don't make phone calls while driving. Points will be deducted if you get caught."

After a long time, Song Shujue held back a sentence dryly.

"It's okay, I don't have a driver's license."

"Is this more serious?" Teacher Song began to popularize the traffic laws again, "Driving without a license will be detained."

"You are the only one who knows about this now, teacher. If you don't report it, you won't be discovered."

"The point is not this, the main thing is that it's not safe for you to drive yourself without even passing the driver's license test. As your teacher..."

The two talked about this topic for several minutes, and then suddenly realized that it seemed to be crooked?

and so--

"Teacher, you want to change the subject again."

Song Shujue defended himself: "I'm just doing my duty as a teacher."

"Okay, teacher, can you tell me - when will you accept me?"

As he spoke, Qin Li childishly snapped his fingers.

"Look, teacher, you have a good impression of me, otherwise you wouldn't let me stick to you. Besides, teacher, you are single, your parents like me very much, and I love you so much..."

Song Shujue interrupted him with one sentence: "I'm not suitable for you."

"If you haven't tried it, how do you know it's not suitable?"

"You don't need to try to know if it's not suitable."

Song Shujue said patiently.

"Forget about the age and identity gap between us, just talk about personality. You are too young, and many of your ideas are different from mine. Your love...is too strong and paranoid. And I can't do it, and I can't accept it."

Qin Li raised his eyebrows after listening, and looked at Song Shujue with an intriguing expression.

"Is it?"

His voice was soft and his speech was very slow.

"I thought, teacher, you are the same person as me."

Song Shujue seemed baffled: "Of course not."

"Then why did you separate from the man before you?"

Qin Li squatted down, picked up a few osmanthus flowers from the ground, and rubbed them carefully with his fingertips.

"Teacher, I still say that what can be restrained is not true love. There are some things that you won't know unless you try."

Song Shujue watched the petals fall from his fingers, thoughtfully——

After the two returned, Qin Li was dragged by Song's father to play chess. When Song's mother was cooking, she found that there were not enough seasonings, so she asked her son to buy it at a small grocery store at the street corner.

Just as Song Shujue was returning with the seasonings——

"Song... Shujue?"

A hesitant voice came from behind.

Song Shujue stopped, and saw a thin man coming from behind, with vaguely familiar features.

After thinking about it, he smiled, "Fu Cheng, long time no see."

Instead, the other party was surprised: "Unexpectedly, you still remember me."

Song Shujue just bent his lips, but there was some emotion in his heart.

It's true that he doesn't remember people very well, but he probably won't forget the few people who impressed him the most when he was a student.

Fu Cheng was Chen Lang's buddy at the time, and had a very good relationship. At that time, Song Shujue had just established a relationship with Chen Lang, and he was a little worried about gains and losses. The intimacy of the two buddies was also dazzling in the eyes.Because of this, Song Shujue gave Chen Lang cold eyes many times.

Later, somehow, Fu Cheng gradually alienated Chen Lang.After going to college for so many years, I have never heard of any contact.

Song Shujue stood on the street of his hometown, watching his old man recall the past, and his mood suddenly became a little complicated.

"I heard that you and Lao Chen are both working in City A, how are you doing?"

Song Shujue didn't know how to answer for a while, so he just nodded vaguely, "Not bad."

Fu Cheng lowered his eyes and smiled, "I've always wondered how you two got along so differently in temperament."

Song Shujue keenly heard the difference, "What did you say?"

"I once saw you guys kissing at the corner of the stairs."

Song Shujue was stunned for a while, then realized: "...No wonder."

He looked a little dazed, and a little surprised.Unexpectedly, he and Chen Lang would have such crazy and reckless behavior, let alone someone knew about their relationship at that time.

Fu Cheng also seemed to recall his panic at that time, and smiled again: "At that time, I was young and I was a little... frightened, and Lao Chen may still wonder why I didn't play with him for no reason. Now it's over Over the years, I have seen many things, and I understand what is going on. This time I called you to stop, but I actually want to say sorry to you. "

Song Shujue met his kind eyes and said calmly: "Actually, I have already separated from him. However, I still want to thank you."

Thank you for avoiding and not preaching at that time.

Thank you also for your candor and understanding after so many years.

Thank you even more for letting me understand that other people's eyes are lighter than imagined.

☆、Chapter 22

The warm wind in the afternoon made people lazy, and there was a quiet sleepiness in the air.

Song Shujue was sitting in the yard, looking up at the blue sky with almost no clouds in sight, shining in the warm sunshine, enjoying the tranquility that he couldn't experience in City A.

Suddenly a weight came from behind.

Song Shujue was caught off guard and almost fell off the steps.

"What are you doing!"

Song Shujue hadn't noticed that the time when he was cold in front of Qin Li became less and less, but the time when he was frantic and frustrated was more and more.

The person who did something bad looked back innocently: "I read in the book that a sudden hug is the most romantic, so—" He shrugged.

"For the first time in my decades of life, I realized that the whole pressing action is called hugging."

Song Shujue was really out of temper by him.

"It's still romantic, let's go."

After speaking, he stood up and left, but was pulled back before taking a few steps.

Qin Li rushed over from behind.

This time it didn't push him to the ground, but bumped into the shaggy quilt.

Qin Li wrapped his arms around his neck, buried his face in the hollow of his shoulder, and rubbed against him very attached.

Song Shujue found that he had a very refreshing breath, very light and clean.

Suppressing the momentary turmoil in his heart, he pushed him patiently: "Get up."

"do not want!"

Qin Li clung to him like a fool.

The voice is sticky, like a child.

Behind Song Shujue was the soft quilt, there was nowhere to retreat, he could only freeze there, pursed his lips, and said:

"Will be seen."

"No, uncle and aunt are taking a nap."

Because of this posture, Qin Li's voice seemed muffled.

"No one sees and don't do this."

Song Shujue pushed him again, but still didn't push.

Helpless, I had no choice but to let it go, enduring his hug that was as tight as holding a beloved doll, which made people feel suffocated.

Fortunately, Qin Li still had a sense of proportion. Seeing that he was not struggling, he stopped hugging him so closely, but his movements were still full of possessiveness.

Song Shujue raised his head, leaning against the quilt with the warm and sunny breath, the original shock and anger dissipated little by little.

After a long time, about 10 minutes, even Song Shujue felt that his neck was about to become stiff, but Qin Li still maintained that posture, motionless.

"Haven't you hugged enough?"

Song Shujue was a little hard to understand, he was just a man, his body was neither soft nor fragrant, how could he hug so vigorously?

"You can never have enough hugs."

Qin Li said in a very soft voice.

"I like you."

It stands to reason that he has been confessed too many times, especially since the other party is the same person, Song Shujue should have calmed down long ago.

But this time, Qin Li's tone was not as imperative as usual, but gave people a very fragile and well-behaved feeling.

This made Song Shujue feel like a little hedgehog, taking the initiative to take away all the thorns that were flamboyant all over his body, revealing his snow-white and soft belly, trembling to welcome the possible harm.

As a result, Song Shujue's heart suddenly became very soft.

"Ok, I know."

He also answered in a low voice.

Qin Li raised his face, his eyes were dark and bright.

"I want to kiss you."

Song Shujue hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on his shoulder.

Their lips were lightly pressed together.

Surrounded by the smell of sun-baked quilts and the scent of blooming hibiscus——

"Are we together now?"

Song Shujue rolled his eyes, and pulled out his hand forcefully.

"Stop asking such silly questions, okay?"

Qin Li took his hand over again, forced it open, and interlocked his fingers.

"It's great, I can finally think about what I want to do with my teacher."

Song Shujue gave him a word coldly.

"roll."

Thinking of the experience that afternoon, Song Shujue still felt strange.

Why was he so obsessed with ghosts at that time, allowing him to kiss him?

So much so that now there is a piece of brown sugar that can't be peeled off.

Tsk, many times of righteous rejections and months of psychological construction were ruined by that kiss that was just two lips together.

"You must have cast a demon spell!"

Feeling ashamed, Mr. Song began to meditate that everything was Qin Li's fault anyway.

"If the teacher is determined, it will be useless even if he really casts a demon."

Qin Li dragged his hand and shook it.

"But thank you for your unsteadiness."

"..."

Damn, I really can't talk about him.

Song Shujue suddenly understood the feelings of those who were once poisoned by him.

So Teacher Song, who became angry from embarrassment, turned on the "too lazy to talk to him" mode again, got up and left.

However, he forgot that his hand was still being held by Qin Li, and he sat back on the bed because of the force.

Qin Li was overjoyed.

"Why didn't the teacher find you so cute before?"

Song Shujue: "..."

It's really embarrassing.

☆、Chapter 23

Song Shujue left Qin Li alone in the room and walked out, but Song's father stopped him when he passed the living room.

"Come and play chess with me."

Song Shujue walked over unexpectedly and sat down.

Although he was taught Go by his father when he was a child, he may not be talented and can't play very well. In the past, Song's father would only ask him to play two games with him when his hands were itchy. In the room, why...

Hei Zi was placed on Song Shujue's side, so he was the first to drop one.

After taking a few steps down, Song's father casually asked a few things about Qin Li, and Song Shujue answered them one by one, but the feeling of strangeness in his heart became deeper and deeper.

"What's the relationship between you and Xiao Qin?"

Song Shujue was startled, and the chess piece fell crookedly.

Father Song didn't say anything, but just helped him move the chess piece.

Song Shujue took a deep look at his father and didn't try to hide it, he just asked, "When did you know?"

Even though he was mentally prepared, Father Song's hand holding the chess piece still trembled a little when he actually heard the words that were tantamount to admitting, but it was only for a moment.

"I saw you in the courtyard that day—"

really.

Song Shujue smiled wryly.

Is every scene like this destined to be seen?

Father Song patched up the gap, ate a few sunspots from Song Shujue, and said calmly, "I remember you used to like girls."

Song Shujue didn't hide it either: "But then I got together with Chen Lang, but now we're separated."

"No wonder. You didn't like to get too close to others since you were a child, so you cling to him. Your mother always said that you are as good as brothers."

Father Song's tone was very calm, no emotion could be heard.

Song Shujue didn't dare to answer.

The father and son fell silent and gave birth to a few more sons. Song Shujue's betrothal was already bad, but his heart was disturbed, and he was killed and defeated in a short while.

Father Song said again: "Have you ever thought about what to do with you and Xiao Qin? You are still his teacher."

Song Shujue paused, and said, "Sooner or later he will graduate."

"You didn't take the initiative to recruit him, did you?"

Song Shujue looked down at the chess piece in his hand, couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only hear his voice trembling: "Dad, I just like men. Don't think so badly of me."

Father Song sighed, "I didn't think so. It's just that when something like this happens between teachers and students, the teacher always has to bear more responsibility."

Song Shujue didn't make a sound, his heart sank as if a stone had fallen.

Father Song looked at the chessboard, and his voice was a little tired: "They all say that their words are like their own, but they don't know that their temperament can also be seen from their chess moves. I have also played about ten games with Xiao Qin. It is rare for young people to move steadily and straightly. Your character shouldn't go too far. If you really make up your mind, get along well with him."

Song Shujue raised his head, his eyes were red.

"Dad, don't you...don't object?"

Father Song put away the chess pieces one by one, looking a little old.

"When I was young, there was also a fellow countryman like you. After his story spread somehow, everyone, including his family, looked at him in a wrong way. Then, within a few years, he committed suicide. "

Song Shujue blinked in a daze.

Father Song sighed: "Such a good person was forced to death like this."

He supported the coffee table and stood up, his figure was no longer as tall as Song Shujue's memory, but a bit old and rickety.

"dad."

Song Shujue suddenly felt very sorry for his father.

"You should have had a hard time these years. Don't have too much psychological pressure. Dad doesn't blame you for anything. I thought about it a lot in the past two days, and found that as parents, children can be healthy and happy. Satisfied."

Father Song thought for a while, and then said:

"By the way, don't tell your mother about this in advance, she may not be able to accept it for a while."

"……Um."

Father Song left, and Song Shujue sat on the sofa, unable to calm down for a long time.

He didn't expect that his father, who had always been very dignified and silent, didn't scold him angrily after learning about it, but instead was so calm and gentle.

Sure enough, there are some things, if you don’t try, you won’t know the result——

Qin Li stepped out of the door, just in time to see Song's mother leaning against the wall with her eyes closed, her face full of pain.

"aunt?"

He showed a surprised expression and walked over quickly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mother Song was taken aback by him. When she saw him, her gaze was not as pure and loving as before, but rather struggling and complicated.

"aunt?"

Qin Li looked at him suspiciously.

Mother Song turned her eyes away, took a few deep breaths, and her tone was a bit stiff.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little tired all of a sudden."

Qin Li's expression suddenly became depressed, "Seeing my aunt like this makes me think of my mother again. She always thinks about taking care of others, but forgets that she is the one who needs the most care."

As he said that, he laughed again, but no matter how you looked at it, it seemed like a forced smile.

"Auntie, my mother passed away early. You have been so kind to me these days, and I have long regarded you as a second mother in my heart. You must take care of your body, because whether it is the teacher or me, or It's uncle, I hope you will be well."

Mother Song froze for a moment, then left without saying anything.

Qin Li watched her back for a while, then walked to the living room in a good mood, and kissed Song Shujue who was in a daze.

Song Shujue slapped his face away mercilessly.

"Be careful to be seen by my mother."

Qin Li replied indifferently: "Just now I watched my aunt leave outside the living room."

The smile in Song Shujue's eyes turned into astonishment: "You said my mother is outside the living room?"

"Yeah, I've been in a daze for a long time, it seems a little uncomfortable."

Song Shujue's heart became cold again not long after it was warmed up.

☆、Chapter 25

Qin Li watched Song Shujue's pupils dilate in horror, and his expression was almost blank due to shock, so he said softly, as if dissatisfied: "It's so annoying, the teacher can't see me at all."

Then he walked away from Song Shujue, smiled and looked at Mother Song who was standing at the door, "Auntie, you are back."

Mother Song grabbed the door frame with one hand, exhausted all her strength until the knuckles of her fingers began to turn white, as if this was the only way she could support herself from falling down.

"How could you do such a thing..."

Song Shujue came to his senses, got up in a hurry, and wanted to go over to help his poor mother, "Mom, you..."

"Don't come here!"

Mother Song shouted in a low voice, with disbelief and pain written in her wide-open eyes.

"I, how could I have such a sad son like you!"

Song Shujue stopped there helplessly, both blaming himself and worrying.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I..."

"But my aunt already knew, didn't she?"

Qin Li interrupted him and asked calmly.

Song's mother was almost crushed by his plain words.

"I don't know! I don't know anything!...Don't do this in the future, you are teachers and students, you are all men!"

"But even if you pretend not to know, Auntie, it doesn't mean that this incident never happened."

Song Shujue couldn't bear to see his mother being tortured like this, so he shouted at Qin Li, "Stop talking!"

Qin Li glanced at Song Shujue, bent his lips, took a few steps forward, and then knelt down on the broken glass all over the floor.

His movements were crisp and quick, without any hesitation, his waist was straight, and his expression was relaxed.

The blood spread little by little from under his knees, mixed with the blood-like juice of tomatoes, which looked shocking.

He is tall, so even if he is kneeling, he can easily meet Song's mother's stunned gaze, and there is still a smile on his face: "I know that my aunt is in pain, and I will accompany my aunt in pain."