spirits in throat

"son!"

He Xueyang stood at the door of the living room, saw Zhou Ye coming in from afar, and ran over wearing slippers.

Zhou Ye sent the bouquet of daisies in his hand, and smiled: "Mom."

He Xueyang was wearing a dark green satin silk dress with a long black smock over it. He had long dark brown curly hair and two black pearl earrings in his ears.

She has white skin, a face the size of a palm, and a pair of standard peach blossom eyes. She is nearly 50 years old and looks only in her early thirties. She is the most beautiful among the rich and powerful wives in Dongyu City, and no one disagrees.

He Xueyang held the flower in one hand, and Zhou Ye's arm in the other, and brought him inside, saying, "Why don't you come earlier, stay at home tonight, your room is cleaned by Aunt Liu every day. "

Zhou Ye said as he walked, "I'll come back to live another day, I can't do it today, I have something to do."

No matter how late it is today, he will go back.

He Xueyang stood on tiptoe and whispered into Zhou Ye's ear, "Valentine's Day?"

Zhou Ye lowered his head and smiled, then nodded.

He Xueyang turned to look at her son, it was the first time she saw this expression on his face, a little shy, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, his eyes were shining like two or three stars falling into the lake in the night, Bright and soft.

She couldn't help but wonder what kind of woman made her son, who was thicker than a city wall, look like this.

When we walked to the middle of the yard, it started to rain before we reached the door of the living room. It was not the usual thunderstorms and rainstorms in summer, but light rain. It was not heavy, but it was long. Sometimes it could last for several days without stopping. .

This rain is the most tormenting.

Zhou Ye raised his arms to help He Xueyang shelter from the rain, and the mother and son ran under the eaves of the living room together.

Zhou Ye was about to open the door and go in, when He Xueyang grabbed his wrist, raised his eyes and said, "Wait a minute, son, talk to me first."

"You are willing to come back today because you have figured it out and are willing to marry a woman?"

Zhou Ye expected to be misunderstood, so he said truthfully: "No, I came to tell you that I have met someone I like, and he is a man."

He Xueyang's hanging heart was knocked violently, and her anticipation was shattered. She beat Zhou Ye several times, and poked his forehead with her hand: "You, you!"

After a pause, he said again: "Forget it, don't tell your dad about this when you are eating later, just treat it as a meal."

Pushing open the door and coming in, He Xueyang pulled Zhou Ye to the dining table, smiled and said, "This cake was made by your mother, isn't it pretty?"

Zhou Ye looked at the pink double-layered cake on the dining table. The top pattern was a married prince and princess, each holding a child in their arms, and standing next to a miniature man.

Zhou Ye rubbed his temple, and said helplessly, "Mom, you should change the script."

In the last love event in the city, on the light boxes and LED screens that lit up the entire East Yu City, the prince and princess only had one child, and now they have a second child.

Zhou Ye pointed to the image of the man who was alone and only looked at the prince silently: "I just love him." After speaking, he took down the man drawn by chocolate, and swallowed it into his stomach in two or three bites.

He Xueyang sighed, and didn't say much, her son was finally willing to come back, she didn't want to quarrel anymore, there were enough quarrels in these years.

There was the sound of the door opening on the second floor, and Zhou Sihuai came out with a copy of the Financial Evening News in his hand.

Zhou Sihuai was wearing a gray polo shirt and a pair of gold-rimmed short-sighted glasses. Her hair on the temples was already half gray.

He glanced at Zhou Ye, said nothing, turned his head and put down the newspaper, and walked down from the second floor.

The three sat at the dining table, Zhou Ye passed the gift bag in his hand, and secretly observed Zhou Sihuai's face: "Dad, happy birthday."

Zhou Sihuai took it and took a look, his face was always majestic, and he didn't seem to have any special emotions: "Cut the cake."

He Xueyang reminded: "I haven't put a candle in to make a wish yet." He asked someone to light the candle above.

Zhou Sihuai's complexion was actually not very good-looking. It hadn't cleared up since Zhou Ye entered the door: "What wish can I make? If I don't, it can't be fulfilled."

Zhou Ye understood what Zhou Sihuai meant, and he had heard him speak in such a strange way before.

Zhou Ye didn't want to go around in circles, turned his head to look at Zhou Sihuai, and said in a calm voice: "Dad, I hope you can accept my orientation. I am not sick or perverted. I just like men."

Although Zhou Sihuai is successful in business, he is a very feudal and conservative parent at heart. He cannot accept that his son is gay.

After listening to Zhou Ye's words, Zhou Sihuai's face turned livid in an instant, and finally he couldn't hold back his anger, pointing at Zhou Ye with trembling fingers: "You evil son, what evil did I do in my previous life to give birth to you as a child."

Zhou Ye already knew that the possibility of persuading Zhou Sihuai was slim, so he had a glimmer of hope that his relationship with Rong Zhao would be recognized.

Even if this hope is so weak that there is almost no hope, he is willing to work hard and try for it.

He himself doesn't care, he's used to it all these years, but he can't stand Rong Zhao being pointed at and scolded like him.Especially this person is his family, his father.

Zhou Ye has been calm since entering the door.He stood up from the dining table and bowed respectfully to Zhou Sihuai: "Dad, I have met someone I like. He is a man. I hope to get your blessing."

Zhou Ye said that he wanted something from Zhou Sihuai, and that was what he wanted.

The first half of Rong Zhao's life was difficult enough, and he didn't want to cause even the slightest bit of trouble to him because of his own reasons.

"If you don't want to bless, then I have to ask you to do it, don't bother."

Based on Zhou Ye's understanding of Zhou Sihuai, as long as he and Rong Zhao confirm the relationship, Zhou Sihuai will definitely find Rong Zhao, threaten and lure him, and let him leave him.

It is the kind that is often played in novels and TV dramas: "I will give you 1000 million and leave my son." This kind of thing is definitely something that a strong and domineering father like him can do.

Zhou Sihuai was so angry that Zhou Ye couldn't speak, she clenched her fist and patted the table, the birthday cake on the table was shaken, and the nanny who was working beside her shrank her neck in fright.

Liu Xueyang walked to Zhou Sihuai's side, both as a reminder and as a reproach: "My son has finally come back, so don't frighten him."

Zhou Ye bowed to Zhou Sihuai again: "I'll see you next time."

Compared to Zhou Sihuai's loss of control, Zhou Ye's mood was abnormally calm.Once he finds a direction and walks in that direction unswervingly, no one can shake him anymore.

As long as that person stands in that direction, no matter how many thorns the road is full of, he can go on.

Zhou Sihuai was so angry that he threw the teacup on Zhou Ye's body: "Get out, get out as far as you can, and never step into this house again!"

The tea splashed on Zhou Ye's body, staining his white shirt a light yellow tea color, and a few pieces of tea leaves stuck to his body, and his arms were burned red by the scalding water.

He Xueyang felt sorry for his son, lowered his head and blew on the red spot on the back of Zhou Ye's hand, then turned his head and scolded Zhou Sihuai: "You hurt your son!"

Zhou Sihuai snorted coldly, put his hands behind his back, and turned his head: "It doesn't matter if you don't want such a son."

Zhou Ye held He Xueyang's shoulders and comforted her softly: "It's okay, Mom."

"I'll go first, you and Dad go to bed early." After finishing speaking, he turned and walked towards the door of the living room.

"Stop," Zhou Sihuai called Zhou Ye to stop, and made the final concession, "You can like whoever you want, but you must get married, you must marry a woman, this is your responsibility."

Zhou Ye patted off the tea leaves on his body, looked up at Zhou Sihuai, and said firmly, "Impossible, as I said before, I won't get married, not in this life."

Zhou Sihuai was so angry that his heart ached, and he pointed at Zhou Ye's nose: "Just because of such a man, do you really not even want the inheritance right?"

Zhou Ye replied without hesitation: "Sorry, I choose him." He knew in his heart what he was giving up, he gave up a business empire.

He likes his current life very much. He doesn't have a luxury house or a luxury car. He lives in a dilapidated rented room of less than [-] square meters every day.

The landlord is always raising the rent in different ways, there are too many people in the subway, and there is a strange smell in the vegetable market all the year round.But as long as he sees the person at the top of his heart, he feels that everything is the best.

He Xueyang and Zhou Ye took the umbrella from the nanny and handed it to Zhou Ye: "It's raining outside, let's go back tomorrow."

Zhou Ye opened his umbrella and walked into the rain, turned around and waved at He Xueyang: "I have to go back today, he is waiting for me."

He Xueyang couldn't help wiping away tears, and looked at his son eagerly: "When will you come back next time?"

Zhou Ye smiled and said, "I'll see you as soon as I'm free."

He Xueyang turned his head and glanced at the living room, and said to Zhou Ye in a low voice: "Your father's words are all angry, don't take it to heart. Didn't he say last time that he would break your leg if he dared to enter the house half a step away?" Don't you see it's fine now?"

After Zhou Ye left, He Xueyang returned to the dining table and beat Zhou Sihuai: "I told you earlier in the morning to talk to my son carefully and not to get angry. He finally came back, and you made him angry again. Next time I don't know when I want to come back."

周思怀被何雪阳揍了也不舍得还手，只得对那孽子生气：“你看他那个样，是要好好说话的样子吗，让他娶个女人生个孩子罢了，合约婚姻也不愿意。”

He Xueyang picked up the double-layer cake on the table and slapped Zhou Sihuai on the face: "Obviously we can have a good talk, but you have to yell, and I'll tell you to yell."

Zhou Sihuai, who was vigorous and resolute in front of people, was slapped with a cake, but he was still reluctant to say a harsh word to his wife: "Today is Valentine's Day, don't be angry, go to the bedroom and unwrap the present I prepared for you."

Zhou Ye came out from the gate of Zhou's house holding an umbrella, and turned to look at the familiar house and lights.

The last time he left here was six years ago, and the rain that day was heavier than it is now. That night, the Guan family was massacred, and his master died in that massacre.

A black car was parked at the door, Zhou Ye looked down at the time, it was already 08:30, he opened the door and got in, arranged his clothes in the car, ready to go to Rong Zhao's appointment.

--

The Zhou family's house is in the northernmost part of Dongyu City, and the Guan family's house is in the southernmost part.

A middle-aged man who came back from a business trip in the neighboring city was driving a car. Feeling anxious, he parked the car on the side of the road, planning to find a convenient place.

The street lights here are dim, and there is only one every few tens of meters.

He held an umbrella, looked around, and walked into the woods in front of him with a flashlight.

If it wasn't too urgent, he didn't want to stop here.

This is the famous Mid-Levels. Even though the ghost house was burned down not long ago, many people still dare not come here. There are even rumors that the ghosts have no place to live, so they have to go down the mountain and wander around.

The man was convenient, pulled up his pants, turned around and was about to leave, when an animal, who didn't know whether it was a mouse or a rabbit, sprinted past him.

The man was so frightened that he almost lost the flashlight in his hand and threw it far away.He had no choice but to pick it up with an umbrella. The soil on the ground was soaked by rain and muddy, dead leaves and weeds tripped his feet, and he almost slipped several times.

The light of the flashlight illuminated a small area in front of him. The man bent down to pick it up, his eyes swept over the area illuminated by the flashlight.

"Ah--" A scream pierced through the jungle, heightening the eerie atmosphere of the rainy night to the extreme, "Ghost!"