God, he's reborn

In the golden autumn and September, it is another school year.As the secretary of the student union, Lin Zhao was called by Chen Wan to receive the freshmen.

The freshmen were all soft and cute, and each mouthful of timid "senior" made Lin Zhao feel a sense of pride in his heart.

But occasionally there would be a bold school girl who directly asked Lin Zhao, "Senior, what is your phone number, let's make friends", which made Lin Zhao very embarrassed.

When encountering this kind of thing, Lin Zhao would always use the excuse of "I changed my number some time ago, and I can't remember the new number. The mobile phone is also in the dormitory, and I forgot to bring it" as an excuse, and politely refused.

When he met a school girl who was not forgiving again, he would write down the other party's number, and then there was nothing else.

Everyone laughed at Lin Zhao's incomprehension, and Qiu Xiyan gloated and said that he was going to tell Qin Muyang.

Lin Zhao glanced at Chen Wan who was surrounded by school girls, and "kindly" reminded Qiu Xiyan that more people asked Chen Wan for his phone number.

During the two days of receiving freshmen, Lin Zhao went from high spirits at the beginning to exhaustion later on.

Qin Muyang asked him, isn't it good to have some fresh meat?

He looked at Qin Muyang's bottom, and pointed out something: "Small fresh meat tends to go bad, but old bacon tastes better."

Qin Muyang's eyes changed slightly, and the hands rubbing Lin Zhao's waist went down more and more...

After "turning the clouds and rain", Qin Muyang asked Lin Zhao, "Are you going tomorrow?"

Lin Zhao lay on the bed and shook his head lazily: "I won't go, it's time-consuming and laborious, and I won't go even if I'm killed."

Qin Muyang covered his exposed hands and patted the quilt: "Then I won't call you tomorrow morning, go to sleep."

The next day, Lin Zhao didn't open his eyes until the sun was high. He habitually wanted to play with his mobile phone, but found a post-it note on the screen of the mobile phone: Breakfast is in the pot, eat it after heating it!

Looking at the post-it note, Lin Zhao smiled unconsciously.He tore off the post-it note and stuck it carefully in his notebook.

After breakfast according to Qin Muyang's instructions, Lin Zhao had nothing else to do.

There is no need to go to school, no tutoring, and the house is cleaned.Lin Zhao felt quite unaccustomed to being idle all of a sudden.

Seeing that it was still early, Lin Zhao planned to go out and buy something to cook.After today, I will start busy days again, and there will be much less opportunities to cook big meals.

The house upstairs has more seasonings. Lin Zhao went straight to the fourth floor after buying vegetables.He sent a text message to Qin Muyang, telling him to come here directly when he comes back.

Putting down the phone, Lin Zhao put on an apron with the words "So-and-so Essence of Chicken" written on it.He prepares all the ingredients first, and waits until everything is ready before starting the fire to stir-fry.

For Lin Zhao, cooking is a very enjoyable thing.Seeing every raw food turned into delicious food in his own hands, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Of course, this is also related to his seldom cooking.If one day cooking is no longer a hobby for him but a responsibility, he may not be able to enjoy it.

When Qin Muyang came back, Lin Zhao was still cooking. Qin Muyang walked into the kitchen and hugged him from behind.

Lin Zhao turned around and kissed Qin Muyang: "Are you hungry? You can eat after I finish frying this dish."

Qin Muyang buried his head in the crook of Lin Zhao's neck, and said "Yes".

Carrying a "koala bear" on his back did not affect Lin Zhao's performance in the slightest. He skillfully poured vegetables and stir-fried them. .

After the dish was seasoned, Lin Zhao took a chopstick and handed the dish to Qin Muyang's mouth: "Try to see if the taste suits you."

Qin Muyang chewed carefully and didn't speak for a long time.

Lin Zhao waited for the food to be served, and asked him again: "How does it taste? Is there any less salt?"

"It's delicious," Qin Muyang nodded, and commented solemnly, "This is the best dish I've ever eaten."

Lin Zhao laughed, "Is it really that delicious?"

Qin Muyang lowered his head and kissed him: "You'll know if you try it."

Qin Muyang still had a little taste of vegetables in his mouth, which was really not good.But Lin Zhao put his arms around Qin Muyang's neck and kissed Qin Muyang very intently.

People in love seem to be like this, yearning for intimacy with their other half all the time.Sometimes an inadvertent look in the eyes can also stir the fire of the earth, causing the fire of desire to burn blazingly.

After the kiss, Lin Zhao was short of breath.

The range hood was still buzzing, Lin Zhao patted Qin Muyang and told him to turn off the range hood.

"The dishes are all fried, you..." Lin Zhao's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked at the person behind Qin Muyang, "Dad...you, when did you come back?"

When walking out with Qin Muyang, Lin Zhao's brain was in chaos.He was scared and flustered, but he also had a sense of relief that "this day has finally come".

He didn't know what was waiting ahead, but he thought that the worst outcome might be that Lin Junguo disagreed life and death, and then the two sides fell into a deadlock of cold war.

Such a result might be better than keeping secrets all the time.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Junguo's face was paler than Lin Zhao's: "You...you just..."

Having prepared for the worst, Lin Zhao was not so flustered.He took Qin Muyang's hand and looked straight into Lin Junguo's eyes: "That's what you saw, Dad, Qin Muyang and I are together."

Lin Junguo's eyes fell on the hands held together by the two of them, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "No...impossible! You are both men, how could you be together..."

"Dad, we are indeed together. I know this is hard for you to accept, but there is no way, your son is gay, he has always only liked men, and he will only be with men."

Lin Junguo became anxious: "Homosexuality is a pervert, and people will criticize it!"

"I know, but I just like men, I was born with it, and I can't change it." Lin Zhao smiled wryly, and knelt down in front of Lin Junguo, "Dad, I don't care if others point fingers at me, and I don't force it. You can understand me. I just ask you one thing, please don't treat me like a monster..."

Qin Muyang also knelt down and said to Lin Junguo: "Uncle, I know this road is not easy to walk, and I also know that you are worried about Lin Zhao, but don't worry, I will walk with him no matter what. I love you Lin Zhao, I can also give him material protection. Although we are the same sex, I guarantee that our relationship will be more stable than many opposite sexes."

Lin Junguo covered his eyes, his voice choked up: "Why did this happen...everything is fine...why suddenly..."

Lin Zhao lowered his head and whispered, "Dad, I'm sorry, I let you down."

It took Lin Junguo a long time to calm down, he took his hand away, his eyes were red: "Let me think alone...I...I will think again..."

When he stood up, he tripped over the coffee table and almost fell.Lin Zhao wanted to help him, but he pushed him away: "It's okay... I'm fine... Don't worry about me... I'll just figure it out... Just figure it out..."

He hunched over, as if he had returned to the days when he just got divorced in an instant, and he was no longer as radiant as he was a few days ago.

Looking at Lin Jinguo who was walking forward muttering, Lin Zhao couldn't help crying anymore.

He would rather Lin Junguo make a fuss, angrily separate him from Qin Muyang, or hit him with a stick, than see him holding everything in his heart and making things difficult for himself.

Qin Muyang hugged Lin Zhao and patted him on the back lightly: "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

In the next few days, the atmosphere at home was very solemn, fearing that something would happen to Lin Junguo, Lin Zhao would go home when he had time.

In order not to irritate Lin Junguo, he rarely appeared in front of Lin Junguo with Qin Muyang at the same time.Even if they had to appear together, he would try to keep a safe distance from Qin Muyang.

Lin Junguo's condition is also better. Although he still doesn't speak much, at least it doesn't affect his normal daily life.

Lin Zhao thought about having a good talk with Lin Junguo, but once he opened his mouth, Lin Jinguo would talk about other things and lead the topic to other places, as if his words were some kind of scourge.

Lin Zhao had no choice but to let this "superficial calm" continue.

Another Sunday, Lin Zhao had nothing to do at home, so he thought about cleaning up the house—the atmosphere at home is not right recently, and the house has not been cleaned up for a long time.

After sweeping his own room, Lin Zhao went to Lin Junguo's room.

Lin Junguo's room is very simple, just a bed and a wardrobe. The wardrobe was left by the landlord.

There were some clothes on Lin Junguo's bedside table. Lin Zhao wanted to put the clothes away for washing, but when he picked up the clothes, he saw some books underneath.

"Together", "Homosexuality in China", "Subculture of Homosexuality", "Study on Homosexuality in China"...

Lin Zhao picked up a book and flipped through it, and found that it was filled with Lin Junguo's notes.Lin Junguo, who has only a primary school education, can't read much, and he still uses pinyin for some characters.

Looking at the jerky handwriting in the book, Lin Zhao's nose turned sour, and his eyes turned red.

He sniffed and put the book back in its original form.Then he tidied up the room and went out as if he hadn't found those books at all.

It was past ten o'clock when the house was packed.The sun was shining outside, so Lin Zhao took out the damp cotton clothes in the closet and took them to the roof to dry them.

After having a meal with Qin Muyang at noon, and taking a nice nap together, Lin Zhao hurried back home before Lin Junguo came back.

The sun had already set, Lin Zhao sat watching TV for a while, and suddenly remembered that the clothes on the roof had not been confiscated.

He was holding the key, and when he went out, he happened to bump into the aunt opposite.

Lin Zhao greeted the aunt and chatted for a while before taking the elevator to the top of the building.

The clothes on the roof were almost collected, only a row of Lin Zhao’s clothes hanging there alone.

Lin Zhao walked over and was about to collect his clothes when someone behind him shouted: Xiao Zhao!