Hey, are you in love?

Fu Zhaoyang put the pink envelope on the desk into the drawer, sat down and flipped through Gu Yuheng's medical records.Counting from the second day of the operation, Gu Yuheng has been in the hospital for a week, and if there are no accidents, he will probably be discharged next Sunday.

From then on, the two returned from bridge to bridge again, just like the parting when they were young.

Why don't you just follow Gu Yuheng and have a shot before you leave?

... That's too beastly, not to mention that innocent little first love, but Gu Yuheng's leg injury is enough, it's so hungry and thirsty.Fu Zhaoyang was also happy to think about it, he could feel Gu Yuheng's affection for him, but he was not sure whether the affection came from the lower body or the upper body.

With the chilly spring, Fu Zhaoyang put one hand in his pocket and carried the plastic bag from the supermarket in the other, looking at several small restaurants on the street, thinking whether to eat ramen or eight-treasure porridge tonight.He was thinking that he ate ramen last night, and when he ate eight-treasure porridge for a change tonight, the phone rang.

Thanks to another human technology light mobile phone, Ms. Mu Qing can find him anytime and anywhere.

The other side said succinctly: "Are you off work? Go home for dinner." The tone of her words made Fu Zhaoyang feel that going home this time didn't look like eating, but that she was about to be shot.

"Is my brother coming back?"

"What's the matter? You can't come back until he comes back? Are you two years old? You have to be accompanied when you go home?" Ms. Mu is like a powder keg that is about to ignite. As long as someone nearby rubs the fuse, It will explode immediately.

"..." Fu Zhaoyang probably guessed that it was about the blind date last night, and he agreed with a very upright attitude, saying, "I'll go back to the dormitory and ride my bike, and I'll be right back."

In the shopping bag of the supermarket was a native chicken for Gu Yuheng's stewing soup. Thinking of the matter of being scolded for asking Mu Qing to cook soup, Fu Zhaoyang hadn't figured it out yet, but he had a feeling in his heart, so he put The chickens were sent back to the rented house, and they rode back home in the car.

Mu Qing hadn't spoken since seeing him enter the door, and he looked like he was about to have a fit after eating.Their family has a habit of not disturbing the children before eating, from childhood to adulthood.Fu Wei saw him coming in with a cold body, and said, "Go to the radiator first to warm up by the fire, and next time you come back, take a taxi, and you won't save the two dollars."

"At this point, the car is not easy to drive." Fu Zhaoyang said with a smile. While taking off his coat, he moved to the side of the radiator and asked his father with his eyes: What's the situation?

Fu Wei squeezed his eyes, then curled his lips: Isn't it a good thing you did yourself?

Mu Qing came out from the kitchen with a plate, just in time to see them winking, and roared: "Everyone will wait for the old lady to serve you when they get home, so hurry up and serve the plate!"

Without further ado, Fu Zhaoyang entered the kitchen, and when he touched the plate, Mu Qing clapped his hands and said, "Wash your hands first."

Anyway, if he didn't marry her a daughter-in-law to go home today, it would be wrong to do anything.

Fu Zhaoyang didn't say anything, went to the sink to wash his hands with dish soap, and went out with the porridge pot.Fu Wei also went into the kitchen to get the tableware, and said, "Your mother cooked porridge for you today, it's thick and fragrant."

"I smelled it just after entering the house." Fu Zhaoyang said.

The expression on Mu Qing's face seemed to ease a little, but she still didn't speak.Fu Zhaoyang didn't care about her. He was not as eloquent and flexible as Fu Zhaohui. Normally, if he thought he was right, he would at most just persuade her with a patient tone and a gentle tone, and he would never coax him with eloquence.

There is a little sugar in the black rice porridge, which has a sweet taste. Fu Zhaoyang likes this one the most.On the table are shredded potatoes with vinegar, lettuce with garlic, braised pork ribs left over from lunch, and a box of chives just out of the pan. These are much more delicious than those sold on the street, and only mothers know their taste.

Mu Qing ate half full and put down the bowl, seeing how Fu Zhaoyang was devouring, he didn't know whether he was annoyed or couldn't bear it, so he sighed.Fu Wei said to her: "Why are you sighing? A happy life is beckoning. I will take you to Hainan in two days. Don't you like coconut juice? The fruits there are fresh."

Mu Qing Tongren frowned and stared at him: "Eat your meal well, don't interrupt."

Fu Zhaoyang watched them interact, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he deliberately said: "Old husband and wife still show affection."

Now Mu Qing seized the opportunity and said to him: "If you have the ability, you can bring one back to show, and tell me to stare at it."

Fu Zhaoyang ate the half leek box in his hand and didn't say a word, Fu Wei said: "Look at you, the child is eating."

"What are you looking at me for? It's you who should be looking! The slow-moving, motherly look all day may be inherited from you." Mu Qing had probably held it in her heart for a long time, and the words came to her lips, and she couldn't choose what to say.

Fu Wei quickly turned his head and glanced at Fu Zhaoyang's face, and it turned gloomy, and said quickly: "This is heartbreaking, Ms. Mu, you seem to be very unqualified, even if you lose your temper, you can say anything. .”

Fu Zhaoyang drank the soup at the bottom of the bowl, wiped his mouth and said, "Mom, this is the end of the story, you can say whatever you want, I..."

He was halfway through the conversation, but was suddenly interrupted by Mu Qing: "After you finish eating, wash the dishes, go back early." She seemed to have been drained of courage suddenly, her stern shell was punctured, her eyes wandered, Fu Zhaoyang could see the reddish circles under her eyes. "Aren't you going to work tomorrow? Go back after washing the dishes. I'll go and have a rest." She stood up and walked to the bedroom.

Fu Wei also followed.

Fu Zhaoyang was sitting at the dining table. He didn't expect his parents to know about this a long time ago. In this way, it was easy to explain why he was forced to go on a blind date as soon as he graduated, even though he was three years younger than Fu Zhaohui.

Fu Zhaoyang sat at the dining table for a while, and after ten minutes, Fu Wei came out of the bedroom with an unhappy expression, walked up to him and sat down, and said: "I understand you, your mother doesn't understand, but I hope Don't blame her for this incomprehension, that sentence was not from her original intention."

"I know." Fu Zhaoyang said, "I just didn't expect you to know it long ago."

"My child has loved passports since he was a child and grew up. How could he not understand, but he just pretended not to know." Fu Wei sighed: "An era creates a concept, and you have read a lot of books. Count me and you Mom's age, and we can also know which era we were born in. Just like you grew up in this new world, it gives you the opportunity to come into contact with more scientific and benevolent concepts and root them in your heart. But your mother grew up in the old era, that era only taught her that homosexuality is pathological, you understand?"

Fu Zhaoyang nodded, thought for a while and then smiled: "Then how can you understand me?"

"Can I be like ordinary people?" The little smug expression on his face was exactly the same as that of Fu Zhaohui. "Although I know you well, I still can't help advising you, don't indulge yourself because of social disapproval, and don't suppress yourself too much because of this. Everyone has the right to choose their own life. Of course, as your father, I still hope that you can find someone who is interesting and willing to be with you for life."

"I know." Fu Zhaoyang nodded, and finally pursed his lips and said, "Please help persuade my mother."

Before Fu Zhaoyang left, he still cleaned the bowl, and he also slipped away the few leek boxes left on the plate.Mu Qing didn't come out to see him off, Fu Wei stood at the door and said, "Be careful on the road, you should take a taxi if you can get one."

"Understood, you go back and go to bed early."

Fu Zhaoyang was walking on the road without riding a bicycle. He pushed the bicycle with one hand and called Fu Zhaohui with the other. The voice on the other end was soft, probably lying on the bed.Fu Zhaoyang didn't have time to say the original good news, so he asked him first: "What's wrong with you?"

"I have a bad cold, my dear brother. My brother needs your warm and firm arms." Fu Zhaohui's illness didn't stop him from talking poorly. He joked with him lazily and asked, "Why are you calling now?"

"Have you taken any medicine?"

"No, I haven't even eaten, don't mention medicine, isn't there a popular saying in your circle? 'Cold, take medicine for a week, and don't take medicine for seven days', I am carrying it."

"If you score traits, you have to take medicine for influenza."

"Doctor Fu, help me." Fu Zhaohui wailed on the other end of the phone, and Fu Zhaoyang, who was howling, also forgot about the good news, and said, "Wait a minute, I just came out of my mother's place, it will pass in a while, don't fall asleep, remember Open the door for me."

Fu Zhaoyang got on the bike and pedaled fast. He didn't forget to stew the chicken with his hands when he got home. Without breathing well, he ran to the emergency pharmacy of the hospital to get the medicine, came out and waved to stop the car to go to Fu Zhaohui's place.

It was only four or ten minutes after he arrived at Fu Zhaohui's place. Seeing that the 10-hour porridge shop downstairs was still open, he bought a bowl of porridge and went upstairs.

Probably because of what he said, the door of Fu Zhaohui's dormitory was left open, with a gap ajar.When he went in and closed the door, he looked up and saw a half-dead man laying in the bedroom diagonally opposite, stretching out his hand and calling to him, "My dear brother..."

"I should prescribe some risperidone for you." Fu Zhaoyang put down porridge and pancakes on the coffee table in the living room, walked over with a thermometer, swiped his forehead, and said, "If you don't have a fever, when did it start?" ? Clear and yellow nose? Do you have any other symptoms? Like diarrhea or something."

"It started last night, with a clear nose, dizziness, and missing you. By the way, what is risperidone?"

"Risperidone is used to treat acute and chronic schizophrenia." Fu Zhaoyang said, "You have a common cold and cold. Don't take medicine. If you feel really uncomfortable, drink some brown sugar ginger tea and get up to eat."

Fu Zhaohui got up from the bed, wrapped himself in cotton pajamas, sat on the sofa to eat porridge, and asked Fu Zhaoyang who was sitting opposite: "What did you want to say when you called me?"

"Our parents already knew that I like men."

Fu Zhaohui raised his head, without much surprise on his face, and asked, "Did you go back to fight today?"

"There was no quarrel, our mother went back to the house and cried, and my father went in to persuade her for a while, and then came out and told me that they already knew." Fu Zhaoyang sighed, and said: "I feel guilty and relaxed in my heart, and finally No more endless blind dates."

"That's not necessarily true." Fu Zhaohui laughed: "Whoever doesn't match women can meet men."

"...Don't scare me." Fu Zhaoyang couldn't help laughing.

"Scared you? You are beautiful, your mouth is almost grinning to the back of your head, do you know your virtue, your first love?"

Fu Zhaoyang smiled and ignored him.

Fu Zhaohui put two pickles into his mouth and said, "What are you going to do with Gu Yuheng? I saw that you were hot two days ago, but you haven't moved in the past two days?"

"Let's do it that way. I'll cook soup for him every day. Let's cook it like this first, and we'll talk about it later."