My vase is broken

At 10:30, the plane landed at S City Airport.

After leaving the airport, Ling An saw Papa Ling's car at a glance, and immediately raised his hand to wave to Papa Ling.

Getting in the car, seeing that Gu Linhan didn't come up, Ling An lowered the car window to look at him, "Aren't you coming up?"

"No, I'll fly directly to City Y." It was cold, and Gu Linhan put his hands in his pockets to keep warm, "I will go to the film and television city on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year. If there is anything to do, call me. Happy New Year."

Ling An asked again, "Are you really not coming to my house for the New Year?"

Gu Linhan shook his head.

Seeing his insistence, Ling An didn't force it, "Then have fun and Happy New Year."

Watching Gu Linhan go back to the airport, Papa Ling started the car and told Ling An, "Kid, fasten your seat belt."

Ling An was obedient.

Today is New Year's Eve, and most people are on holiday. There are people coming and going in the streets and alleys, and many people are carrying New Year's goods, preparing for the New Year.

"Dad, are the New Year's goods ready at home?" Ling An withdrew his gaze and returned to Ling's father.

"Your mother is shopping, and we'll pick her up later." Father Ling glanced at Chen Ping and Chen An's car following them through the rearview mirror, "Are they the bodyguards Xingkong hired for you?"

"No, it was a friend who was worried about me and asked them to protect me." Thinking of Qin Yan, Ling An smiled, "I will bring him to play next time, he is very good, you and Mom will definitely like him very much."

Papa Ling smiled gently, "Well, we like the person my son likes, too."

They made a detour to the supermarket and picked up Ling's mother smoothly.

As soon as she got in the car, she cared about Ling An's injury first.

The heater was turned on in the car, and Ling An was only wearing a beige knitted sweater with a loose style. He rolled up the sleeves, exposing his arms that had long since seen the scars.

"It's all good, and the feet are fine, but they still need to be nourished and can't do strenuous exercise." He comforted Ling's mother, "So don't worry, I'm fine."

Mother Ling stroked Ling An's hair, smiled softly and said, "It's fine, mom can rest assured."

When they got home, Ling An arranged Chen Ping and Chen An in the guest room on the third floor. After changing clothes, he went downstairs to help and volunteered to help make dumplings.

Seeing that he wanted to help, Ling's mother didn't refuse, she simply stepped aside and continued to work on other things with Ling's father.

The two of them stood side by side, with a tacit understanding in their gestures and gestures, and occasionally turned their heads to look at each other. Even though they had been married for decades and their children were in their twenties, they were still too sweet.Their love did not gradually decrease with the passage of time, but turned into a silent stream of moistening things.

Looking at them from behind, Ling An seemed to be able to travel through decades to see himself and Qin Yan in the future.

Love is really amazing. Although Qin Yan is not around, no matter what you see, you will always think of him.

And when I think of him, I feel sweet in my heart.

Both Ling's father and Ling's mother are not from the north, so the dumplings are only made symbolically, and a meaning is enough.

After Ling An finished wrapping, wiped his hands, he took the phone, pointed the camera at himself and the chubby and cute dumplings behind him and took a selfie, and shared it with Qin Yan.

Ling An: [Isn't the dumpling I made really good?Praise me! ]

the other side.

City B.

When Qin Yan got out of the car, he saw his mother standing quietly by the lake, her eyes fell on the lake, and she didn't know what she was looking at.

The old butler said, "Madam has been standing there since lunch."

Qin Yan said "Yes" and walked towards her.

Qin's mother didn't feel Qin Yan's approach, she didn't blink her eyes, and continued to stare at the lake.

The cold wind was wrapped in water vapor, making it even colder. Qin Yan stretched out his hand, took her too slender wrist, led her back to the house, and helped her sit down on the sofa.

The servant brought up hot tea and snacks, Qin Yan poured a cup of warm water and put it in Qin's mother's hand.

With a "snap", the glass fell to the ground and shattered. The warm water wet Qin Yan's slippers, and the glass shards splashed and scratched Qin Yan's bare ankle.Qin's mother didn't respond, her gaze found another place to fall, and she remained motionless.

"Master, don't move." The old butler hurried to get the medicine box.

Qin Yan didn't care about the wound, but just watched her mother quietly.After a while, he lowered his eyes to hide the loss and sadness in his eyes.

Suddenly, the phone in his pocket rang.

It's the notification tone of WeChat.

Taking out the phone, Qin Yan almost couldn't wait to click on the dialog box when he saw the message from Ling An.

With a bright smiling face and vivid, clear eyes full of light, Qin Yan stared at Ling An who was full of smiles in the photo, and his heart warmed up.His fingertips lightly rubbed the screen, as if he really touched the other person's face. He remembered the touch, it was very soft, the skin was very delicate, and it was also very warm.

Unknowingly, the corners of his lips curled up.

Qin Yan: [It's well wrapped, it's great. ]

The old butler came back with the medicine box and found Qin Yan smiling.His expression was very gentle, and his gaze fell on the phone from his gentle eyes. It seemed that there was someone he cherished very much there.

After staying in place for a while, the old butler suddenly felt relieved.

The boy he once was is being found back bit by bit.

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After eating a sumptuous New Year's Eve dinner, Ling An went to take a bath.Changing into SpongeBob SquarePants-style home clothes, he came down again to watch the Spring Festival Gala with Ling's father and Ling's mother.

Although the Spring Festival Gala has been continuously reformed to cater to young audiences over the years, many familiar actors in memory have retreated behind the scenes, and more and more fresh faces are on the stage. Still a habit.

Ling An drank the milk tea specially made for him by Ling's mother, while watching the Spring Festival Gala, he was distracted from chatting with Qin Yan.

The joyful mood is revealed from the corners of the eyes and brows, without hiding it.

Ling's mother observed him for a day, becoming more and more curious, and finally couldn't help asking: "Son, have you fallen in love?"

After editing the content, Ling An pressed the send button, raised his head, and said without hiding it, "Yeah!"

Mother Ling became interested, "Who is it? Are you also an artist?"

She glanced at him reproachfully again, "Why don't you bring him back with you so that I can meet your dad."

Seeing Mama Ling's expectant look, Ling An suddenly remembered that he hadn't told his parents that he was gay and didn't like women.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he collected his expression and said seriously, "Mom, I have something to tell you and Dad."

He didn't want to lie, nor did he want to hide Qin Yan's existence.He likes Qin Yan, so he hopes that his parents will also like him, recognize him, and treat him well.

Seeing Ling An's sudden seriousness, Mother Ling was slightly taken aback, and then turned to meet Father Ling's gaze.

Papa Ling took the conversation and encouraged him in a warm voice, "What's the matter? Tell me, your mother and I will listen."

Ling An took a deep breath, sat upright, and said seriously: "Dad, Mom, the person I like is a man just like me."

He emphasized, "I like him very much."

After finishing speaking, Ling An clasped his hands tightly, his mood became uneasy, and he couldn't help holding his breath.

For a while, no one spoke, only the dialogues of the sketch actors and the laughter of the audience remained on the TV.

After a long time, Mother Ling spoke first, "Is that all?"

She smiled, stretched her hand over, and gently rubbed his hair, her tone was gentle, "Your dad and I already knew that you don't like girls."

In an instant, the air entered his lungs again, and he took a deep breath.

However, the next second, he froze again.

"You and Dad already knew?" Ling An opened his dark eyes.

Ling's mother and Ling's father looked at each other with a smile, and said, "I know, we knew about it when you graduated from high school."

She told Ling An eloquently, "Do you still remember the teacher appreciation banquet after the college entrance examination? You were drunk that day, and your father and I stopped by to pick you up. You said it yourself in the car."

Ling An was startled, did he actually say it by himself? !

After recovering, Ling An scratched the sofa, na na, "Don't you object?"

Ling's mother rubbed his hair again, her voice was very soft, "Your father and I have indeed struggled. After all, this road is not easy to walk. Regardless of whether same-sex marriage is legal or not, people's ideas are deeply ingrained. It will not happen overnight. It will take a long time to change. Difficult. We are worried that you will be injured."

"But, you are our child, our most precious treasure, how can we have the heart to hurt you again? Besides, you are not wrong, you just like it.

Men and men, men and women, women and women, whoever they like, are not inferior. "

"Your dad and I will leave before you sooner or later, and we can't stay with you forever. Our only wish is that you live a happy life, happy, healthy and safe."

Ling's mother was extremely gentle, "And you are very happy and satisfied now, and the eyes and expressions you show inadvertently will not lie."

Ling An's nose felt sour.

He walked into them, leaned his head on their shoulders, rubbed Ling's father, then rubbed Ling's mother, "Dad, Mom, thank you."

His voice was a little choked.

Papa Ling patted him on the back, "Silly boy."

Ling An coquettishly hugged Ling's father and Ling's mother for a while before sitting down again.

Ling's mother was a little gossip, "Child, tell me and your dad about the person you like. What kind of person is he? Does he look good? What's his personality? Is he more handsome than your dad?"

Ling An nodded, his eyes bent into crescents, "Okay."

"His name is Qin Yan, and he is very good-looking. When I first saw him, I was amazed."

"His real character is very cute, he will make cakes for me with his own hands, and he will rush to me as soon as possible when I am in danger."

……

Incarnate as a little boy friend blowing expert, Ling An said his eyes were sparkling.He remembered everything after meeting Qin Yan, and even the details of every time he got along with him.

He is true, he likes Qin Yan very much.

Ling An boasted for half an hour at a stretch, without any details. Father Ling put his arms around Mother Ling, lowered his head and looked at her, and the two smiled helplessly.

After another ten minutes passed, Ling An stopped to drink water.

After drinking, he remembered something, and he said: "By the way, Dad, do you remember that you took me to an auction before? That time I was playful and lost my way and couldn't find you. It was a little brother who took me to find you. "

The corner of his mouth raised, "That person is Qin Yan, it's a coincidence, isn't it?"

Dad remembered this incident clearly, and couldn't help being surprised, "Is he that kid?"

After a pause, he added: "No wonder I think the name is very familiar. I think I have heard it somewhere. It turns out to be the person in charge of the Qin family."

Ling An nodded, "We are super destined."

Father Ling frowned and said worriedly, "Children, the Qin family is not an ordinary family, and Qin Yan is in power. Can his family agree with you being together?"

Ling An's smile continued, "I trust him."

Ling's father was not so optimistic. He pondered and said, "Can you let him come? Your mother and I want to meet him."

Ling An thought for a while, "Then let me ask."

Picking up the phone, Ling An got up and went upstairs.

Back in the room, he jumped onto the bed, rolled happily like a child for several times, for the success of coming out of the closet, and for his parents' respect for his love.

Suppressing his excitement, Ling An unlocked the screen with his fingerprint. Qin Yan sent many messages, but he was busy just now, so he didn't reply.

Instead of sending a WeChat message, he dialed the video directly.

As soon as the video was picked up, Ling An said: "Boyfriend, I'm out, my parents want to see you, do you want to come?"

The author has something to say: Really, the speed is too slow QAQ.

I was wrong, tomorrow I must get up earlier to write!

See you tomorrow.

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