Straight Men Taming

Song's mother thought about it all night, and when it was still dawn, he got up and urged Song's father to hurry to the provincial capital.

Wang Cheng also got up early, went to the vegetable market to buy fresh vegetables and fruits, and went home to prepare a big meal for Song's father and mother when Song's mother came.

Only Song Zhe fell asleep and snored, and didn't wake up in a daze until near noon.

Just after being pushed and shoved by Wang Cheng to wash up, and was about to eat millet porridge before going back to sleep, the doorbell rang.

Song Zhe stood up as if facing an enemy, and hurriedly sent the dazed Wang Cheng to the kitchen, hesitating for a long time before opening the door.

Sure enough, Song's mother and Song's father were standing at the door, and Song Zhe felt a thump in his heart. The whole night's mental preparation was useless.

"Dad...Mom..." Song Zhe shouted timidly.

When Song's mother saw the plaster cast on her son's right arm, she immediately burst into tears. She supported Song Zhe and walked into the house, chanting, "Xiao Zhe, let mom see how the injury is doing?"

Father Song also frowned, closed the door, looked his son up and down, then looked back at the furnishings in the room, sullenly made no sound.

"Dad, Mom, sit down quickly, don't stand there." Song Zhe panicked and pulled Song's mother and Song's father to sit on the sofa, scratching his head and not knowing where to start.

Song's father looked at his son distressedly, but his tone was very severe: "We all watched the news, what happened to this hand?"

"Dad," Song Zhe couldn't help sitting upright, facing his father with great respect in his heart: "I'm fine, this time it's just that there was no danger, my hand was hit on the ground and fell, the doctor said ten and a half months You can take care of it."

"What do you mean by nothing?" Mother Song wiped her tears, took Song Zhe's hand and blamed, "Both of you father and son don't understand me as a mother. You are a piece of flesh that fell from my mother, let alone your fracture." It's because of your little bumps, and Mom's heart hurts."

"Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine." Song Zhe quickly hugged his mother and comforted him softly: "Do you think I'm alive and well now? I'm fine."

Song's mother looked at her son suspiciously, then looked at the rattling kitchen, turned her head and asked with tears still in her eyes, "Who is this? You didn't pull him out to show us."

Father Song also lowered his eyebrows and looked towards the kitchen, staring at his son seriously and waiting for his answer.

"He...he..." Song Zhe couldn't find the words to introduce Wang Cheng for a while, saying that he was his boyfriend?The horoscope has not been written yet.Said he was a high school classmate?But parents are not stupid, how can they go back round.Could it be that Wang Cheng is a colleague?Is it Wu Xiaoxin's friend?

Just wondering how to explain it, Wang Cheng came out with a plate of sliced ​​fruits and smiled. When he saw Song's father and mother, he bowed politely and said loudly: "Hi uncle and aunt, I am Song Zhe's friend Wang Cheng , this is a freshly cut fruit, Er Lao quickly taste it."

After finishing speaking, he put the fruit on the coffee table and made a gesture of invitation to the two of them.

Song's mother looked at Wang Cheng up and down carefully, then turned her head and whispered to Song's father: "Why does this child look so familiar to me? Wang Cheng... I seem to have heard the name somewhere..."

Father Song nodded thoughtfully, stood up and took two steps before turning around and said firmly, "You are Wang Cheng, Xiaozhe's high school classmate."

Wang Cheng nodded with a smile, looked Father Song straight in the eyes, and replied calmly: "Yes, uncle, I am Song Zhe's high school classmate."

"Ah?!" Song's mother suddenly realized, she also stood up and grabbed Song Zhe, pointing at Wang Cheng excitedly and scolding: "It's you! It's you! You didn't hurt my little Zhe enough! Why are you here again now! She turned around and asked her son angrily, "What's going on? Why is he here!"

Song Zhe was in a dilemma, whether sitting or standing, he hesitated for a long time, unable to speak, sandwiched between the two parties, sweating profusely.

"Uncle and aunt," Wang Cheng spoke first, and said with a heavy face, "I was the one who was sorry for Song Zhe back then. You should blame me. Now I came back to make up for him. I beg you to forgive me!"

"Forgive?!" Song's mother just shed the tears again, thinking of her son's tragic situation back then, she couldn't calm down, she walked towards Wang Cheng and said sadly: "Do you know how Xiao Zhe came here in the first place! You know how he lived What day is it! If not! If it weren't for you, a wicked person..." Mother Song raised her hand, ready to slap this shameless man.

"Mom!" Song Zhe rushed over to stop Song's mother, and hurriedly protected Wang Cheng behind him, fearing that his father would do something violent again.

He said anxiously: "It's over! It's really over! He has really repented sincerely! Now he treats me very well! He is taking care of me when I get hurt!"

Seeing his son protecting Wangcheng like this, Father Song's veins suddenly popped up, and he shouted coldly: "Mr. Wang, we have to deal with housework now, please don't interfere."

After speaking, she grabbed Song Zhe's left hand and walked into the master bedroom. Song's mother also gave Wang Cheng a hard look and followed her.

After closing the door with a "bang", Father Song turned around and shouted sharply, "Kneel down!"

Song Zhe knelt down obediently in front of his parents with a trembling of his legs. Song's mother hurriedly stepped forward to help her son up, and turned her head to blame Song's father: "What are you doing! My son is still injured! What a big deal you want to let him Kneel and say!"

Song's father had always had nothing to do with his wife, so he paced back and forth angrily and cursed with trembling fingers: "A loving mother is a loser! You are used to him now!"

"What's wrong with my son! You'd be happy only if your family is ruined!" Song's mother hugged her son lovingly, weeping uncontrollably.

"Mom, don't be like this," Song Zhe saw that his parents had already quarreled, knelt upright and dared not move at all, comforting his mother's back with his hands, and blamed himself.

"Song Zhe! I'll just ask you once! Are you messing with that bastard again!" Father Song sat down by the bed, glaring at Song Zhe and questioning.

"Dad!" Song Zhe hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think! Wang Cheng really regretted it sincerely! He has been taking care of me since he moved in, and he blamed himself for what happened back then!"

"You blame yourself!" Song's father was furious at this stubborn son, and shouted loudly: "You like men, I can't control it! But you just provoke him again! How did that little bastard treat you back then? Yours, have you healed the scars and forgotten the pain! You have to kill yourself in it to be reconciled!"

As he said that, Song's father raised his fist and was about to hit Song Zhe. Song's mother hurriedly hugged her son, and shouted to her husband in tears: "If you dare to hit him, you will kill me first! The son was born to me. If he wants to I don’t want to live anymore because of three long and two short!”

"You...you..." Father Song took a few steps back trembling, and fell down on the bed with his head supported. How could he raise such a son and meet such an unreasonable wife.

"Dad! Don't be angry!" Song Zhe saw that Song's father was dizzy from his anger, and hurriedly helped Song's mother to check.

When the two elders sat down, Song Zhe knelt down again with a "plop", kowtowed his head twice, and said guiltily: "Dad, Mom, it's all my fault! It's my son who is unfilial! But you believe me, Wang Cheng is not so filial." Bad, he is really guilty of what happened back then! Now if you blame me, blame me! I made my parents worry!" After speaking, Song Zhe's face was full of tears. He has been talking sarcasticly for so many years, and now he has caused him to worry about himself. As a son, he is really unfilial.

"Uncle and aunt!" The door was pushed open at this moment, and Wang Cheng came in with a "plop" and knelt down in front of Song's father and Song's mother, regretting and saying: "It was all my fault back then, if it wasn't for me, Song Zhe would not Suffering! I was the one who watched him being bullied! It was me who was cowardly and cowardly and evaded responsibility!" As he spoke, Wang Cheng kowtowed twice, and continued: "I will treat Song Zhe as my own brother when I come back! I will try my best to make up for him! I don't ask you to forgive me! But from now on, the two of you will be my own parents, and I will honor you together with Song Zhe! Just please don't blame Song Zhe! If you want to scold me, come to me, he managed to escape from death, and he can't bear to toss any more!"

Song Zhe looked at Wang Cheng in a daze, feeling warm in his heart. Although he regarded himself as a brother in these words, he could understand what he said with sincerity.

Song Zhe straightened up and kowtowed twice again, his words were full of shame: "Mom and Dad, what happened back then was because I wasn't useful, and I can't blame others. After being implicated for so many years, I kowtow to you and admit my mistake, please don't make things difficult for Wang Cheng."

Song's father was speechless for a while because of the two people's scrambling to admit their mistakes. Song's mother had already softened her heart, and quickly helped them up. After carefully looking at Wang Cheng, she wiped her tears and said: "Which of us parents don't want their children to be good, since the young Zhe has already forgiven you, so I can't say anything more, you... just be cautious."

Father Song also suppressed his anger, sighed heavily, and waved his hands to let it go.

The two hearts looked at each other happily and smiled, knowing that this was forgiven by the elders, Song Zhe hugged his parents and said coquettishly: "Mom and Dad, I really thank you very much. Being your son is a blessing I cultivated in my previous life!"

"Cut," Mother Song smiled through her tears, patted her son, and cursed, "Little bastard, you're the only one with sweet lips."

Song Zhe breathed a sigh of relief, led his parents to sit in the living room, and hid himself in the kitchen to help Wang Cheng cook.

"Your parents forgive me?" Wang Cheng asked a little anxiously.

Song Zhe nodded, and cut the broccoli in his hand with bows left and right, and said in response, "Well, it looks like it's all right."

"Song Zhe," Wang Cheng broke his body, with a deep sea in his eyes, he promised earnestly, "I'm telling the truth, I will do my best to treat you well, and I will never mess up again."

Song Zhe was so teased that his face became hot, and he said coquettishly: "Come on, let's cook, you will bully me again in the future, let's see if I don't beat you to death."

"Hey, I'm not willing to do it." Wang Cheng smiled brightly, pinched his face, turned around and started working too.

After all, the four of them sat at the table in a happy atmosphere and had a reunion dinner. Wang Cheng was picking up food for the two elders, and feeding Song Zhe, who was inconvenient with his right hand.

Song's mother and Song's father looked at each other and looked at each other, but they didn't make a sound to stop them.

When the two of them were about to leave, Song's mother held her son's hand reluctantly, and said with concern: "Xiao Zhe, after all, you will live this life, good or bad, it's up to you to choose, if you are wronged someday Don't forget to go home and tell mom that mom will always support you."

Song Zhe also hugged Song's mother emotionally, and said with moist eyes: "Mom, I will have a good life, and I won't let you worry anymore."

"That's good." Song's mother patted her son's back lovingly, turned around and followed her husband out the door.

After entering the elevator, Mother Song's tears fell again, and she leaned into Father Song's arms and said distressedly: "Tell me, why is our son's life so hard... After a long time, he still fell on that kid..."

Father Song took his wife's hand comfortingly, sighed and said leisurely, "This is all his fate...we are really old...we can't control it anymore..."

Song's mother wiped away her tears and raised her head to ask her husband: "Tell me, does Wang Cheng know what our little Zhe means? Does he still think that Xiao Zhe treats him as a brother?"

Song's father laughed, looked at his wife teasingly, and said jokingly, "Didn't you say to let them handle it by themselves? I see, that kid really has some feelings for Xiao Zhe, but I don't know if he can figure it out." .”

Song's mother wanted to ask something else, but Song's father walked out of the elevator with a loud smile.

Children and grandchildren have their own blessings, they just wait to drink that cup of daughter-in-law tea.

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Today I want Riwan!snort!Let me write until he vomits blood!