The director is too flirtatious

It seems that all those who choose this path will always come to this point of stalemate with their family members.I don't understand why my mother wants to force it on me with what she thinks is good, and why she can become so stubborn because I don't get married.

And what these brought me was a flood of discomfort.

I stood on the balcony, looking at the swimming pool under the light outside, looking at the sparkling appearance, I suddenly seemed to be fascinated by those refracted lights, otherwise I couldn’t see clearly?

The hand holding the mobile phone trembled a little. Recalling the increasingly stiff relationship between my mother and I over the past six months, and the same phone calls over and over again, I endured and endured, but I still couldn't hold back my tears.

No, don't cry, or the director will be worried when he sees it.I wiped away my tears with my fingertips, took a few deep breaths, and gradually calmed down.

I stood on the balcony for a while, completely calmed down before walking into the living room.The director also took a shower at this time, she walked over lazily with her slippers on, and then hugged me.

"Huh? Why are you so cold?" The director asked while touching my arm in doubt.

"The wind was blowing on the balcony for a while." When I spoke, my voice was slightly nasal, and I was a little worried whether the director could hear it.

"It sounds a bit nasal, are you catching a cold?" The director pinched my nose, "Hurry up and take a bath to get rid of the cold."

"It's still summer, how could it be so easy to catch a cold?" I smiled indifferently, but I obediently went to take a bath, after all, I was also afraid that my eyes would be red and be discovered.

After taking a shower, the original little abnormality was completely gone.The meeting went on for a long time today, and both of them fell asleep quickly.

I didn't sleep well/stable this time. I seemed to be arguing with my mother in the dream, but the picture flashed too fast and I couldn't remember clearly.

I was woken up by a phone call in the morning, and I was so exhausted from a night of dreams that I didn't want to move.When the director heard the ringtone, seeing that I was still, he went to get the phone by himself, and when he found it was mine, he pushed me, "Your phone is ringing."

"Ah?" I was a little top-heavy, fumbled for the phone, and scanned the caller ID with my eyes, but I didn't realize what the word "Mother" meant, so I connected the call.

"Hello?" The voice that just woke up had a strong nasal sound and was indistinct.

"Yi Nian, where are you?" Mom's voice was a little calm.

"Huh?" I was a little puzzled when I heard the familiar voice, and looked at the phone again after moving away, only to realize that it was my mother who called me.The director reached out to hug me, and I crawled into her arms and responded, "I'm at home."

"At home?" Mom's voice became extremely cold, "Are you sure you are at home?"

"Where am I when I'm not at home?" I answered confusedly, and then suddenly realized something was wrong.

No, why did mother ask like that?I opened my eyes suddenly and sat down on the bed almost all at once.The director was startled, and opened his eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

I didn't have time to take into account that this move scared the director, my heart was trembling, and the hand holding the phone was almost unsteady, "Mom, where are you?"

"Where am I? Are you asking me where I am now?" Mom's voice finally showed anger, "I'm on your bed, you tell me where?!"

Mom actually killed here!I was so frightened that my face almost turned pale, my head went blank for a moment, and then all kinds of thoughts flooded up.

Mom actually came, I was exposed when I was not at home, and my mother was in my room, how could this happen?My hands and feet were cold and I was at a loss.The director looked at me worriedly, got up and hugged me. Although he didn't speak, his concern was obvious.

I forced myself to calm down, kissed the director on the lips, and then hurriedly got out of bed, "Oh, I forgot, I went to my friend's place last night, so I wasn't at home, why are you here, Mom?"

"If I don't come, I don't think I will know when my daughter disappears." The mother said angrily, "Go home immediately."

Because I moved to the director's house, the number of times I went back to my own house can be counted on the fingers.And I used to go there occasionally with the director to watch movies and then sleep there, so many things are backed up there.

When I think of this, my scalp immediately becomes numb. Even though I have been arguing with my mother for half a year and have revealed some things to her, I never thought it would come so suddenly.

"Okay, then wait, I'll go back right away." I hung up the phone and wanted to get dressed immediately, but when I was rummaging through the clothes, I came to my senses, I can't be in a hurry, this matter can't be in a hurry.

The director also woke up. She stroked her loose long hair and asked, "Is your mother here?"

"Yeah." I couldn't deny it, so I nodded.After calming down, I sat by the bed and said frankly: "I had an argument with my mother last night, and she hung up on me. I just didn't expect her to come over suddenly."

"What are you arguing about?" the director asked softly.

"What else can we argue about?" I smiled wryly, "Since I told her during Chinese New Year that I don't want to get married, I've been arguing for half a year until now, and it's still the same problem."

The director has more or less met my mother and I broke up on the phone, so she also knows exactly what I am facing.She knelt and crawled over, then put her arms around my waist and pulled me into her arms, "Well... your mother is here, you have to go back."

"Yeah, I have to go back. Whatever should be." I rubbed my temples with a headache, "I have been preparing for half a year. If the time is right, I will come out."

When I said the word "coming out of the closet", I didn't feel at all relaxed, it was full of a heavy feeling, which made my heart hurt and I didn't even dare to breathe harder.

The director's face was not relaxed, and there was some unconcealable worry between his brows, "Shall I go back with you?"

I know the director is worried about me, but the current situation is not clear, I dare not let her go back with me. "It's not the time yet. I don't know what's going on with my mother. I just told her that I'm at a friend's house. I'll go back and have a look before we talk about it."

"It's impossible for any friend to go back in half an hour, you can take this time to think about how to face it." The director looked at the time on the phone, it was only after seven o'clock, "Are you mentally prepared? "

"Totally caught off guard." I couldn't laugh or cry, I shook my head helplessly, sniffing her body fragrance greedily and nostalgicly, "But this step has to be faced all the time, there is no way to escape, and... I don't want to avoid it either."

"Looking at you working so hard, I don't really want you to come out." The director kissed my hair distressedly.

"Are you stupid? I want to go on a blind date and get married if I don't come out. Of course I won't do it." I smiled and shook the tip of her nose a few times. Although the smile was bitter, at least my mood calmed down a lot, and I knew that She probably blamed herself a little, so she explained: "And I came out not all for you, but more for myself."

I stopped leaning in her arms, sat cross-legged in front of her seriously, and held her shoulders with both hands, "I can't accept that I'm with a man, so I either don't marry or come out of the closet, and I will go this way too." One step, the ending is the same. But now that I have you, I at least have someone I love and who I will join hands with in the future, this is definitely my honor, isn't it?"

The director smiled slightly, "No matter what, when you need me, you must call me."

"That's for sure." I nodded unceremoniously, pretending to be relaxed and said: "I still want to take you back to meet my parents, so that you can also feel the anxiety I felt when I saw your parents. "

"It's not the first time we've met." The director smiled.

We exchanged a few words, and then I got up and tidied up.During the period of packing up, I have been imagining what will happen after meeting my mother. I thought about many possibilities, and finally thought that my head almost exploded.

When I went out, the director gave me a kiss.When I entered the elevator, I took a few deep breaths and kept cheering myself up.

When I returned to my home, I opened the door and saw my parents sitting in the living room without saying a word.I was a little apprehensive, but I still called out, "Dad, Mom."

My mother was still angry and didn't look at me, but my father glanced at me and gave me a look.I read a little comfort in his eyes, but it didn't make me feel better.

I changed my slippers and went to sit down next to my mother. "Dad, Mom, why did you come so early? What's the matter? Have you had breakfast?"

"Where did you go last night?" Mom asked directly.

"I was at my friend's house last night. Didn't I tell you on the phone just now?" Although I was guilty, my expression was still calm.

"Male and female?"

"Of course it's a woman, how could I spend the night at a man's house?" I couldn't laugh or cry, the atmosphere is too depressing now, I couldn't help but want to adjust the atmosphere, so I joked: "If it's a man, I don't bring Have you seen it at home?"

"Then whose mouthwash cup is in your bathroom? Why are there two mouthwash cups?"

"Ah, this, I had a friend who stayed at my house for a few days a while ago, so I stayed." When I said these words, I felt a little uneasy.

"The other man's woman?" Mom's face did not soften, but became more and more cold.When she asked this sentence, the uneasiness in my heart became more and more fermented, and I was almost tumbling.

"Female..." When I said the word "female", my mother's face became obviously darker.

I carefully peeked at my mother's face, and then my mother suddenly turned to look at me.Her eyes were a little red, she took a deep breath, stared at me firmly, and asked, "Is the friend you mentioned living here the same friend you were with last night?"

Although my mother's words were twisted, I still heard what she wanted to express.But why would she ask such a question?I have some vague guesses.For a moment, I didn't know whether I wanted this guess to be right or wrong.

I was silent for a moment and decided to admit it.

"It's the same."

The atmosphere at home suddenly dropped to freezing point.

My mother just looked at me like this, her eyes became more and more red, and you could see tears rolling in them.Her body trembled slightly, and her hands, which were rough from holding pens for many years, were also trembling.

By this time, my nerves were completely tense.His heart was beating like thunder, and his vertical hands couldn't help but tightly grasped the corners of his clothes.I don't want to avoid my mother's eyes at this time, so I still look at her with this posture.

Then I watched my mother's lips open and close, lifting all the covers.

"Are you gay?"