Huang Yi's Meng Qingfan

As soon as Huang Yi came out of the gate of the examination room, he saw Meng Qingfan standing at the gate. The wind blew his bangs on his forehead, and the sunlight from the west shone into his eye sockets, shining brightly.

Meng Qingfan's hair is usually done with hairspray during working hours, which makes people feel very oppressive and serious.Usually at home, the bangs will hang down naturally, slightly covering the corner of the right eye, and the whole person is filled with a different atmosphere.

Huang Yi took two quick steps and threw himself into Meng Qingfan's arms, "Huh... I feel like I've been released after serving my sentence..."

Meng Qingfan rubbed Huang Yi's smooth hair amusedly, took his hand and walked towards the car not far away.

"Dad asked me to take you home for dinner tonight. They haven't seen you for so long."

"Then... your parents... uh..." Huang Yi rubbed his hair with a bitter face, what should he call it?It's annoying!

Meng Qingfan said with a smile: "You can call it whatever you want." He found that his tolerance for Huang Yi had no lower limit, and it was all because of Huang Yi's pleasure.

Huang Yi silently made a comparison in his heart, it would be easy, if his name is now Meng Qingfan and his parents are grandparents, how will he go in the future?

As soon as the car drove into the yard, An Yi ran out of the house, shouting, "Fanfan! Fanfan!"

Meng Qingfan smiled helplessly, and asked, "Is Dad there?"

"Yes, my dad starts preparing dinner at four o'clock, and he doesn't listen to what dad says." An Yi looked into the room with a funny look.

Huang Yi was dizzy from hearing this, what father is there?What my dad?What dad?

Meng Qingfan squeezed Huang Yi's ear and led him into the house, explaining as he walked, "I am a child adopted by my father, and his lover is a man just like him."

Huang Yi opened his mouth in surprise, and only after a while did he say two words, "That's great!"

He really thinks it's really good, this way the resistance between him and Meng Qingfan will definitely be much less.

Meng Qingfan's father, Meng Huan, was also a lawyer. He was not only Meng Qingfan's teacher, but also Meng Qingfan's relative, and he was the one who pulled him out of the fire pit, so Meng Qingfan respected Meng Huan very much.

"Are you back?" The door opened to reveal a gentle middle-aged man, smiling and waving at them.

An Yi held the things Meng Qingfan brought back and handed them to the man who opened the door, "Dad, brother brought something delicious."

An Dongyuan took the things from An Yi's hand with a smile, moved aside and let the three of them in, jokingly said: "Every time Qing Fan goes home, it's like going back to his mother's house. He brings a lot of bags."

Meng Huan came over to take the things from his lover, glanced at Huang Yi next to Meng Qingfan, nodded and said, "It's almost as I thought."

With a sweet smile, Huang Yi greeted the two elders in front of him, "Papa Meng, Papa An, hello, I'm Huang Yi."

The two elders were taken aback for a moment, and then laughed slowly. It was a bit awkward for a 17-year-old to call them two people in their 40s grandpa.

"Okay, are you done with the exam? Let Qing Fan take some time to take you out to have fun, the holiday is long." An Dongyuan said to Huang Yi with a smile.

Huang Yi glanced at Meng Qingfan and shook his head, "No need, Qingqing is very busy, I want to go to the office to study with him during the holidays."

"You little one also majored in law?" Meng Huan asked as he sat on the sofa and piled the fruit basket in front of Huang Yi.

Huang Yi nodded, sat up straight involuntarily, and said seriously: "Well, I want to be like Qingqing. I don't want to be a dog that bites people, I want to be a person who beats dogs."

Meng Huan glanced at Huang Yi appreciatively. Society is a big dye vat. As long as you are in it, you will inevitably lose your original color. The difference between people lies in whether you can avoid getting dirty as much as possible after losing your true color. .

"Qingqing!" An Yi suddenly rushed over and pointed at Huang Yi and shouted, "You call him Qingqing?"

Meng Qingfan helplessly covered her forehead. She is 24 years old and still bluffing like she was a child all day long, not at all adult-like.

"Why do you call him Xiaoyi, and he still calls you Qingqing?" An Yi sat opposite Meng Qingfan tearfully and stared at him as if he had been wronged by the sky.

Meng Qingfan sighed and stretched out his hand to An Yi, and An Yi walked over pitifully and hugged Meng Qingfan tightly.

"Xiao Yi is not yet an adult, you are 24 years old, why are you still the same as when you were a child?"

"An Yi An Yi! Strangers call me An Yi, and you call me An Yi too! Even if there are first-come, first-served queues, why should he grab me for everything as soon as he arrives?" An Yi said aggrievedly without letting go of Meng Qingfan.

"Then you don't allow me to call you Yun'er, what do you think I should do?" Meng Qingfan said amusedly.

As soon as An Yi heard these two words, he raised his head from his arms and stared at him angrily, "You did it on purpose! You must have done it on purpose!"

An Yi started following An Yuanshan when he was six years old, before that his concept of gender was almost vague.

His biological mother is mentally ill. She raised An Yi as a girl since she was a child. She wears skirts and has long hair. Even her name looks like a girl, Yun Duo.

An Dongyuan adopted An Yi because his mother stumbled and fell from the tenth floor. It is said that An Yi was standing not far away in a snow-white skirt when his mother fell.

It wasn't until An Dongyuan brought him home that An Yi gradually understood the difference between men and women, and knew that he was a boy, so he hated being called Yun'er since he was a child.

"Okay, okay, can I call you Xiaoyi?" Meng Qingfan really has a big head, but who can blame the child he spoiled and grew up with?

An Yi sniffed and nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Huang Yi showing off.

However, Huang Yi didn't look at him at all, but carefully peeled the grapefruit in the fruit basket, and then handed it to the people around him with a bright smile.

"Qingqing, it's so sweet."

Meng Qingfan pinched Huang Yi's fair cheeks in relief, took the grapefruit in his hand and asked An Yi beside him, "Does Xiao Yi want to eat?"

An Yi snorted angrily, turned and walked towards the kitchen, drawing circles in her heart as she walked.

It wasn't until An Yi walked away that Huang Yi stuck to Meng Qingfan and asked in a low voice, "Then what should I do?"

Meng Qingfan hugged Huang Yi and rubbed it funny, then leaned into his ear and whispered two words after thinking for a while.

"Yao'er?" Huang Yi had never heard these two words before, but it was very sweet when he pronounced them.

"like?"

Huang Yi nodded happily, hugged Meng Qingfan and said, "I like it."

Meng Huan, who was sitting on the side, squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the two people opposite him. He always felt that the atmosphere between them was not like a father and son, but more like a couple.

"It's time to eat." An Dongyuan put the last dish on the dining table and called the three people in the living room to eat.

Meng Huan looked at his lover who was busy in the kitchen and smiled, let it be.Loving this kind of thing itself is a matter between two people. His life is not easy, and he has experienced a lot, so he will naturally look away. What's more, he has never regretted it. With An Dongyuan, his whole life seems to be complete. of.

Huang Yi got up and pulled Meng Qingfan, his eyes were shining, "Qingqing, call again."

"Yaoer."

Meng Qingfan's gentle and deep voice entered Huang Yi's ears like a spring breeze blowing through ten miles, and it was tainted with a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Huang Yi happily turned around and led Meng Qingfan towards the restaurant with a bright smile on his face.

An Dongyuan served a few people with a spoon, a typical man｜a good man with a wife and family, and Meng Huan looked at the people around him cheerfully, with a smile on his face that never faded.

Huang Yi seemed to see him and Meng Qingfan 20 years later in a daze. He was serving him a meal at the table, and he looked at him tenderly and nostalgicly just like Meng Huan.

"Don't worry about An Yi, the little one, he was spoiled by the three of us since he was a child." An Dongyuan smiled and handed the meal to Huang Yi.

Huang Yi took it with both hands and shook his head, politely said: "No, little uncle is very interesting, like a child."

An Yi on one side poked the rice hard with his chopsticks, as if there was a Huang Yi lying in the bowl.

When An Yi was six years old, Meng Qingfan was twelve years old. Meng Qingfan took good care of him since he was a child, leaving him all the fun toys and delicious snacks, helping him with his homework, fighting for him, but the result was full. Went home wounded.

From that time on, An Yi also began to quietly stuff good things into Meng Qingfan's schoolbag, even if the things would return to him soon, he felt that Meng Qingfan was the best brother in the world since he was a child.

Until he was an adult, until he was 24 years old, he still thought so, always...

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