Preliminary Discussion on the Transformation Method of Slag Attack

Zhang Zhi returned to his home, went to the window and went downstairs to look around.

The Yang family's parents are still quite young, and they brought big bags and small bags to see their son, and Yang Ruoyu is helping them carry things.The old man of the Yang family looked benevolent, with a kind smile. Yang Ruoyu should look like him; while the well-dressed old lady of the Yang family seemed to be a bit imposing, and her sharp eyes swept upstairs—— Zhang Zhiming knew she shouldn't be able to see him without the window open, so he still took a small step back involuntarily.

Zhang Zhi, who lost his momentum for no reason, walked to the sofa and sat down a little depressed, trying to search in his mind everything related to his parents when he was with Yang Ruoyu - unfortunately, there was not much left.

At that time, he was too young and energetic, and rarely paid attention to the differences between others and him—especially Yang Ruoyu, who had already obtained it, and was obedient and did not cause trouble. Being together, even coming out of the closet, has caused so much harm to Yang Ruoyu's family.That young man didn't even think about being with Yang Ruoyu for a long time, let alone working hard on his parents.

When Yang Ruoyu was forced to come out, it seemed to coincide with a bottleneck period in the development of Hong Yun (author's note: this is the name of the digital company that Lao Zhangtou sold).He is busy with various entertainments and business trips every day, and he is almost exhausted.It's not that he doesn't care about Yang Ruoyu's coming out of the closet, he just thinks it's a necessary process, so it's only during his saddest period that he tried to persuade him a few times and took him out for a breakup relax.

Later, Yang Ruoyu cried to him that he had a falling out with his family, and that was the busiest time for him—plus, to him, falling out with his family and falling out with his classmates meant the same thing, so it didn’t matter. Give him too much attention, let alone find a way to help him reconcile with his parents.

And later... I don't know if it was because he couldn't get comfort from him, so Yang Ruoyu didn't say anything anymore, and returned to being that obedient and non-provoking little boyfriend, who wholeheartedly surrounded him every day—and, because he lost his insurance He, who directly went to work in his own company without graduate qualifications, seemed to be more dependent on himself than before, even a little flattering.

Zhang Zhi subconsciously rummaged through his pockets for a cigarette. After searching for a long time, he remembered that he had already started to quit smoking before he put down his hand dejectedly.The more he recalled, the more strongly he felt that Yang Ruoyu's cold brows and even punches and kicks after the reunion showed his true feelings, and those amiable and even affectionate him were unreal like a dream—after all, he once had a crush on him. He really...really didn't pay much attention - especially in the period before the breakup...

Zhang Zhi wiped his face carelessly with his hands, becoming less confident for the first time—now he knows how to put his heart into it, but is there still time...

Yang Ruoyu let his parents into the house. The old lady Yang, who had just crossed half of China, rolled up her sleeves and was about to go to the kitchen. Yang Ruoyu didn't stop her, so she had to follow her in.

"Why are there so many dishes?" The old lady's sharp eyes scanned the whole kitchen, and she turned to ask her son.

Standing on the podium, this old lady has been watching the small movements of the students in the audience all her life. Her insight is extraordinary. Yang Ruoyu never expected to escape her eyesight. At this moment, she could only bite the bullet and say: "Originally, several students in the class wanted to Come to be a guest at home, I was cooking for them, just now they said they couldn't come because of something..."

"Student?" The old lady asked while packing up the dishes, "Didn't you lead the class? Where did you get such a friendly student?"

Yang Ruoyu also helped clean up, and hurriedly answered: "Oh, I'm helping a colleague who is on maternity leave this semester to take over the class, so I can win over the small class cadres."

After Yang Ruoyu finished speaking, he peeked at his mother and saw her frowning in disbelief. She couldn't help but rejoice that Zhang Zhi bought these dishes, and they really didn't seem like two people could finish them - otherwise, at this moment, I'm afraid I'm already being beaten reviewed.

During the meal, Yang Ruoyu asked his parents again about the purpose of their trip—he asked the question as soon as they met, but he didn't know if it was on purpose, and was ruthlessly ignored by the elders.

"Why did you suddenly remember this?" Yang Ruoyu said carefully, "I didn't even say hello, so I can pick you up at the airport!"

"The two of us have hands and feet. We came here just by taking a taxi. Why do you need to pick it up?" Mrs. Yang replied indifferently.

The focus is on the first half of the sentence, okay? ...Yang Ruoyu wept silently in his heart, he was far behind his mother in Tai Chi.

Fortunately, he still has a kind father, who was eager to answer his question: "Didn't I just retire? Tell your mother to go for a stroll, and come over to see you. You are here alone, and we won't let you go." ..."

Father Yang didn't finish his sentence, and was stared back by his wife, but Yang Ruoyu had already grasped enough information from these ordinary words, so he couldn't help but secretly sighed in his heart.

"Since you're here, I'll take you out for a few days, don't rush away." Yang Ruoyu changed the topic.

"We've been to Yangcheng before, what's there to do?" Mrs. Yang replied calmly, "I'll cook for you for a few days, and you won't gain weight if you eat in the cafeteria all the time... Is there anything to do here? Good friends, bring them back to have a meal together, we are so grateful to them.”

Yang Ruoyu couldn't help feeling a little complicated about his mother's action, but for some reason, his eyes became hot.

Father Yang couldn't stand the awkwardness of the atmosphere, so he hurriedly said: "Let's talk about the matter of friends slowly, and it's serious to cook a few delicious meals for your son first. I bought you some snails, cooked them and put them in the ice. The ones that came here are fresh, and they are enough to eat!"

Boluo is Yang Ruoyu's favorite seafood in his hometown, and he can't eat it in the south. After hearing this, Yang Ruoyu laughed hurriedly: "Really? I don't even want to eat!"

So the father and son smiled at each other, lowered their heads, and concentrated on eating.

The next day Yang Ruoyu had no class, so he took his parents out shopping early in the morning, and bought a set of expensive clothes for his mother on Beijing Road, which won the heart of the old lady. Short-term amnesia or something, but just got on the return bus, the old lady said in a good mood: "I will wear this when you call your friends back for dinner."

Yang Ruoyu sighed silently again.

His parents, like most ordinary people of their day, had a low acceptance of this.When they first came out, they probably learned about it from the school counselor. Shocked, they called to question, hoping that their model son could give a reasonable answer—but Yang Ruoyu, who was on the verge of collapse, But he quarreled with them for the first time, and told them the cruelest truth.

At that time, they immediately stopped everything they were doing and flew to Beijing to look for him, hoping to bring their lost son back on track and save him from that bad man named Zhang Zhi or something who tricked their good son ——Naturally, they broke up again.

After that they fell into a cold war.Most of Yang Ruoyu's later days were spent in a state of desperation, and he had no time to take care of his parents, so he almost lost contact.After he went to Yangcheng to work alone, he was even more ashamed to contact his family.It wasn't until he was admitted to Yida University that he tentatively called home.This time, his parents didn't mention it again, they just almost choked up and told him to go home often to have a look. Yang Ruoyu, who had suffered too much, naturally didn't mention it again.Their way of getting along was rebuilt at that moment, and the two sides avoided "this matter", a little awkwardly, and kept in touch with each other in peace until recently.

And now, they're clearly ready to start touching on that taboo "this thing," and with an attitude that's the exact opposite of what it was a few years ago.

Regarding the change of his parents' attitude, Yang Ruoyu knew that it would probably happen sooner or later - he could imagine and was deeply moved by what kind of difficult mental journey his lovely parents had gone through in the past few years for the unfilial him.It's just that, for the current him, this is a bit tricky for the time being.

Who should I invite?While driving, Yang Ruoyu tapped the steering wheel lightly, thinking silently in his heart.

When the three members of the Yang family walked to the door of the house, the neighbor opposite the door also appeared on the stairs so coincidentally—just so that Yang Ruoyu gave each other a hard look.

"Ruoyu, are uncles and aunts here?" Zhang Zhi's bright smile made Yang Ruoyu almost annoyed—the discharge was all on his parents.

The Yang family's parents looked back politely and smiled, probably because Mr. Zhang had an elegant temperament and a handsome smile, they looked at him with a good impression.

Zhang Zhi stepped forward and greeted politely: "Hello, uncles and aunts, my name is Zhang Zhi, and I am Ruoyu's neighbor."

Yang Ruoyu looked at the wonderful expressions on his parents' faces when they heard the word "Zhang Zhi", and hurriedly greeted them, "Are you back?" and pushed them into the house without looking back.

……

Yang's parents stood in the porch in a daze, forgetting to change their shoes.After a while, Mrs. Yang, who had been the backbone all her life, came to her senses first, and asked her son with difficulty, "You... have been with him all this time?"

Yang Ruoyu closed his eyes in pain, and suddenly questioned his ability to use his mother tongue as a doctor of modern Chinese, and replied hesitantly: "No... I broke up before I came to Yangcheng..."

He saw that the always calm old lady Yang almost trembled when she heard the word "break up", and decided to cut the mess quickly, so he continued cruelly: "I met in Yangcheng half a year ago, and I didn't know that we came here... Now, they are still chasing me."

Then, he watched his venerable parents digest the information with difficulty, and then pretended to be nonchalant, changed his shoes and entered the living room...

Yang Ruoyu also quietly walked into the living room, hoping to blend in with the paintings on the wall—but the mighty Mrs. Yang broke the awkward silence again: "When you invite friends over, call him Bar."

This time, Yang Ruoyu knew the reason for his red eyes.