give you a soft spot

Being questioned by Yan Yiyun was speechless, extremely embarrassed, I couldn't open my mouth to lie to this young man with clean and pure eyes, so I simply changed the subject without answering.

I left in a hurry at the time, and the re-contact was perfunctory, and I did not re-contact anyone over there.Besides Yan Yiyun, there are also Cindy, Xiaoyou, He Xiu, Du Teng...

Because I know that I no longer belong to that circle, it is much better to choose not to contact directly than to gradually cut off contact.

When it came to development, Yan Yiyun asked me what I was busy with now, and I told the truth, saying that I had just opened a clothing studio.

"Isn't this just what you like, do it well Brother Cheng Ming," he said while opening his arms to hug me, and said sonorously, "Come on."

The two words I said to him countless times before, this is the first time he said it to me. What I feel deeply is that I didn't love him in vain.

Before leaving, Yan Yiyun left the number I am using now, and stood there watching me return to the car and drive away. The frozen eyes resembled the hasty separation a few months ago.

Every time people separate, they don’t know when they will see each other next time, so send them off if they can, because everyone has their own life.

I wish him a bright future, no matter how far he has traveled, he will still have a bright smile when he looks back.

I wish him a pure heart forever, even if the world is very turbid, he will still be a carefree young man when he returns.

Looking at Yan Yiyun's farther and farther figure in the rearview mirror, listening to my mother's praise.

"That kid just now looks really good-looking."

My mother's standards for face recognition are very complicated, and the levels are very fine. The highest compliment is that it looks good.I nod, yes.

"What's it called? Look at my memory, I forgot it so quickly."

I smiled and said, "It doesn't matter mom, you will remember him one day."

My mother didn't listen at all. I don't know which old sister of hers sent a voice to ask her to play mahjong, but she immediately replied in a yelling manner.

On the day of the Chinese New Year, we went back to my grandfather's house, along with my aunts and uncles.

Noisy and boring have long been my summary of the Chinese New Year, and I have no interest in the whole process.

I accidentally heard my second uncle and second aunt express their opinions on Yuan Miao's relationship, so I listened carefully.

In short, the two elders don't agree with Bi Gong.

Yuan Miao was still talking back at first, but later she simply listened honestly.

This is a family matter, I shouldn't interrupt, but I really can't bear to listen to those ugly speculations about Bi Gong.

As soon as I said a few good words for Bi Gong, my second aunt choked on me and said, "You are gay and you are likely to die alone in this life. What do you know about starting a family and living a life?"

In exchange for the sudden silence, she covered her mouth and shrunk her shoulders. Leaning against the door, I felt as if I had been whipped hard by sharp words, and the pain couldn't be relieved.

The first thing to move was my mother. She got up, quickly fetched her bag, and tidied up her scattered cosmetics. She moved neatly without saying a word. She picked up her coat at the door and looked back at me: "Go, son, go home."

I hurried to the door, and before I closed the door, I glanced at the people in the room in Shihua, and couldn't help but think, my mother is so cool.

When we got downstairs, there were non-stop phone calls, and my mother just hung up after saying a few words.

I saw her striding away expressionlessly, and asked tentatively, "Mom, are you really not going back?"

"No return."

I laughed and coaxed her: "Don't be angry, we won't be having New Year's Eve dinner, how about going out to eat?"

My mother pursed her lips and wanted to laugh, but she couldn't fully laugh, and squinted at me: "Are you treating me?"

"Of course."

For the first time when it was just me and my mother, we had a big meal outside at night, and stood downstairs watching the fireworks when we came back.

I helped my mother carry the bag, and turned to look at her: "Mom, aren't you afraid?"

Ms. Yuan Shujie wrapped her coat tightly: "What are you afraid of?"

I sighed softly: "Those ugly words that can be heard and can't be heard from all directions."

My mother thought for a while: "The ones that can be heard are always those words, and the ones that can't be heard, I don't care what they do."

I took out my phone: "Mom, it's another year, don't forget the old rules, take a group photo."

My mother resisted a little, saying that she didn't reapply her lipstick after eating, and she insisted on asking me to wait for her to reapply it before taking pictures.My mischievousness overflowed, and I took a picture as soon as I hugged her neck.

She almost went crazy and ordered me to delete it, but I didn't respect it.

We went back home just like that.

Thousands of lights, family reunion, I stood in front of the window, suddenly I missed a certain person, and I really wanted him to appear in front of me.

She washed up and went to bed with that longing feeling, wanting to meet Xi Zhuo in her dream as usual.

Yet I did not dream of him.

The next day I got up early to make New Year's breakfast for my mother. I was afraid that it would be unhygienic to put the garbage bags in the corridor, so I took the trouble and sent them downstairs.

Wanting to make a quick decision, he didn't wear a jacket. When he left the unit door and threw the garbage bag into the large trash can, he was attracted by the sudden sound of the car door being closed.

I turned around and saw a man wearing a fur collar coat, carrying a backpack and covering his face with a mask getting out of the car not far away.

I couldn't speak at all, my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and I said to the people who were getting closer: "You...you...I..."

"Hurry up." The man pulled me by the arm and walked into the unit door with a very low voice.

I looked back at the car that had been parked for an unknown amount of time, restarted it, and then slowly backed away, closing the unit door: "Aren't you in Europe!"

"Don't talk yet," Xi Zhuo quickly pulled me into his arms, and the words were accompanied by his exhaled breath, "Let me hug you."

I seriously suspect that I haven't woken up, but the chrome metal buckle on the chest of his coat hurts my face, this is not a dream, this is not a fucking dream.

How did he come from the other hemisphere avoiding all sight?Did Bi Jing tell him my home address?How long had he been waiting in the car downstairs?

Only Xi Zhuo in this world can hug me like this, he always protects the back of my head with one hand, he is very gentle but his boyfriend is so powerful.

It took him a long time to let go of me. After taking off the mask, he revealed the corners of his mouth. He touched my random apple head, and suddenly looked like a kind old father: "The hair is so long."

I stared at him: "Brother Zhuo, why are you here?"

He raised his eyebrows: "Not welcome?"

I shook my head desperately.

He continued: "Then you don't plan to take me to the house?"

I hurriedly took a step forward to lead the way, very confused: "You even posted a location Weibo around midnight last night, showing that it was in Florence, which is impossible."

It is absolutely impossible to come to this Land of Abundance from such a far place in a few hours, there must be other problems.

Hearing the intermittent chuckle of the man behind me, I stopped suddenly, and a weird second thought occurred to me: "You really know how to teleport!"

Xi Zhuo stood up straight, and said slowly: "If it is true, will I wait until now to come?"