torture to the end

Zhong Yuan was waiting at home anxiously, he didn't expect that his father would take Han Jingyu to see the school in person, you know, when he was in school, his father just dumped him a card and never saw him again. Take care of him, look at things like the school, even if you can't push it in the end, and it falls on your head, he will go!How could his father take Han Jingyu to see the school himself?

Zhong Yuan is fine, he feels that his hair will grow gray because of this matter.Zhong Yuan managed to wait for the two of them back at home. As soon as he went up to meet him, Zhong Wei brought Han Jingyu in without giving him a glance. He was just like his grandfather and grandson. It was the first time Zhong Yuan encountered such a situation. , turned around and followed.

"Dad—" Zhong Yuan called Zhong Wei.

Zhong Wei looked at Han Jingyu standing in front of him, sitting on the sofa and raising his hand to Han Jingyu, "Sit down."

Han Jingyu is extremely cautious here, he has been in the room all these days, but now he is just invited by Zhong Yuan as a guest.

Zhong Wei seemed to be in a good mood. Apart from not dumping his son, he was really close to Han Jingyu, and even pushed the fruit plate on the table in front of Han Jingyu.

Zhong Yuan called out again in disbelief, "Dad—"

The shout was a bit loud, and Zhong Wei heard it, but it would be better not to have heard it!Zhong Wei gave Zhong Yuan a blank look, and his voice suddenly changed from a loving father to a strict father, "What's your name! Go to the kitchen and see if you've cooked!"

Zhong Yuan himself felt a little wronged by being his son.

After Zhong Wei pushed the fruit plate to Han Jingyu, he carefully asked him what he likes to eat.

Han Jingyu's expression at this time is really too reserved, Zhong Yuan has never seen that look.In Zhong Yuan's eyes, Han Jingyu is just a cold-faced and cold-hearted child, seeing Han Jingyu sitting on the sofa for the first time, he thought it was too cute.

Han Jingyu is stiff, he doesn't know where to put his hands, and his body is tense, others can see his nervousness now.

Zhong Wei, who played with Han Jingyu in the game of fatherly kindness and son filial piety, feels good, and treats Han Jingyu more and more attentively.In his eyes, Zhong Yuan is just a grown-up wild tree seedling, and it is not his turn to take care of it, but Han Jingyu is now a young man, and he can personally guide him in everything, so naturally, the difference comes out.

Zhong Yuan was sitting between the two of them, but he seemed to be empty, Zhong Wei was too lazy to look at him, and Han Jingyu deliberately ignored him.

To be honest, Zhong Yuan is a little anxious now, he is afraid that Zhong Wei is treating Han Jingyu well now, because of his fabricated lies, if the old man finds out in the future, why don't he drive Han Jingyu out with a broom?When the time comes, he won't even say a beating, don't hurt Han Jingyu again.Now he is very afraid that these two will get close, he made up a lie, if Zhong Wei doesn't believe it, he insists on him believing it, if Zhong Wei believes it, Zhong Yuan will jump in a hurry again.What do you say this is all about.

Zhong Yuan was anxious for a while, but immediately, he felt something was wrong again.

His family's old man and Han Jingyu...why do they really smell that way now?

The worst ending that Zhong Yuan thought of was that after Zhong Wei treated Han Jingyu as his grandson, he just posted it up with enthusiasm, but this situation is not right now, Han Jingyu treats his father differently from him.It's not different, it's just so different!At that time, although Han Jingyu was not as repulsive to Zhong Wei as he was to him, he was definitely not close. Zhong Wei went to see his grandson several times, but Han Jingyu didn't say a word to him, but this time, the two went out to see him. I went to school once, and when I came back, one end was hot, but the other end also became... warm?

Han Jingyu is sitting on the sofa now, with his back straight. Although his handsome face is still expressionless, his restraint can be seen from his eyes and the movements of his fingers on his legs.

Zhong Wei asked Han Jingyu if he was used to Shanghai food. Zhong Yuan asked this question at least a hundred times. When did Han Jingyu reply to him?This time it was Zhong Wei who asked, and Han Jingyu answered obediently that he was still used to it, just like a child sitting with his parents.

Then Zhong Wei asked if Han Jingyu would live on campus or at home when he went to school in the future. Han Jingyu said he wanted to live on campus, but Zhong Wei, who had decided long ago, used a lot of reasons to change Han Jingyu's mind. Tell Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan can't help but laugh when he heard it: I said you had already given me a good idea, and you asked me what to do?

As for Han Jingyu, after listening to Zhong Wei's long speech, he finally agreed very seriously.

Zhong Yuan's gaze shifted from Zhong Wei's face to Han Jingyu's face, and from Han Jingyu's face to Zhong Wei's face again. He felt that there was something wrong with his ears today. If it wasn't for the ear problem, how could he have heard such a conversation? ?

The two sat on the sofa for a while, chatted a few words, the sky outside became dark, and the meals prepared in the kitchen were served and placed on the table.

It turns out that the Zhong family seldom cooks. Even when Zhong Yuan was in Shanghai, he hardly came back to eat. Zhong Wei is also a person who can’t hold back his face. Just thinking about this incompetent son hurts his heart, so he insisted on As long as they don't call Zhong Yuan, the two stubborn people have been sitting at the dinner table for a serious meal for so many years.

Zhong Yuan came back today because of Han Jingyu, and it's time to stay at home for a meal.

The table in Zhong’s house is huge, four meters long from head to toe. Zhong Wei sits at the head seat, Han Jingyu sits on his left, and Zhong Yuan sits on his right. There are lights in the room, cold white The lights in the room were spread out, and it felt a little deserted, but because the three of them were sitting very close, it seemed a bit warm.

Zhong Yuan was a little uncomfortable, he was used to drinking and eating with his brothers when he was outside all these years, suddenly he was sitting at the table so peacefully, eating with his father, it felt very weird.In fact, it wasn't just him, Han Jingyu was also a little at a loss.Han Jingyu never ate in such an atmosphere since he was a child. Han's mother never sat at the same table with him to eat. In the past, he drove him off the table to eat. Later, he cooked for Han Jingyu, etc. After Han Jingyu finished eating and left, he poured out the food that Han Jingyu had eaten and made it again.

Three big men sat at a table, and to be honest, they really looked like three generations of grandparents.

Zhong Wei served Han Jingyu with vegetables, sweet and sour fish. To be honest, Shanghainese people tend to have a sweet taste. Zhong Yuan, who spends most of his time outside, is at best only half a Shanghainese. He has stayed in Beijing and Wuhan. Having been there, I naturally know the tastes of that generation in Wuhan. Seeing Zhong Wei pick up chopsticks of sweet and sour fish for Han Jingyu, he immediately stopped him, "Dad, don't give him this kind of food—Wuhan The taste over there is heavy, which is different from the one in Shanghai.”

Zhong Wei has been here in Shanghai for most of his life, even if he goes to other places, the people who receive him there will cook for him according to the taste of Shanghai. What kind of taste is this time, after Zhong Yuan reminded him, he reacted belatedly, and hurriedly stretched out his chopsticks to pick up the piece of sweet and sour fish in Han Jingyu's bowl.As soon as he stretched out his chopsticks, Han Jingyu said, "It's okay, I can eat sweets."

Then Han Jingyu ate the piece of sweet and sour fish in front of the two of them.

To be honest, Han Jingyu is really a standard Wuhan person. The food here in Shanghai is a bit too sweet. He has eaten this kind of food these days, so he is almost used to such overly sweet food.

But what kind of person is Zhong Wei?Zhong Wei could tell whether he could eat something or not. He could see that Han Jingyu didn't want to lose face, so he said he could eat sweets. At this time, his love for Han Jingyu became even stronger.Originally, a family like theirs was an obedient child like Zhong Yuan, and he was never tolerant of what he didn’t like—if he gave Zhong Yuan a piece of chopsticks that he didn’t like, Zhong Yuan could directly treat him in front of him. The noodles poured out all the contents of the bowl.This is not a matter of literacy, it is simply a matter of family differences.

The three of them had a meal together, Zhong Wei didn't notice Zhong Yuan's dark complexion, all his mind was on Han Jingyu, thinking that he should think more about Han Jingyu's taste in the future.

It's really unpleasant to be Zhong Yuan's son, but he is no longer an eleven or twelve-year-old kid looking for a sense of presence. He knows what kind of person his father is. Over the years, he has been running around as a son, Zhong Wei can still recognize him as a son, which shows that he loves him very much. He was born as a son, and his parents are not far away.

But, but Han Jingyu is really not a child of their Zhong family!

Zhong Yuan is very clear about whether he has sowed or not. In the past, Zhong Yuan always felt that his son was cumbersome, so he didn’t think about the old saying that no offspring is a big deal. Now he really regrets it. If there is a man like Han Jingyu son.Actually...it's pretty good, right?

What he thought was beautiful, he really thought that there was a woman who had waited for more than ten years for him to have a son and died in depression.

Zhong Yuan wanted to explain clearly to Zhong Wei, but when he saw that his father was hot on his head and Han Jingyu's layer of ice was showing signs of shaking, he swallowed back what he was about to confess.

Let's talk later.Zhong Yuan thought so.

The three of them had dinner together, and Zhong Wei went upstairs to rest. Before going upstairs, Zhong Wei made it clear to Zhong Yuan that he would send Han Jingyu to East China University of Technology tomorrow, and pick him up for dinner on time in the evening. In his spare time, he likes to do what he likes to do.He said this as if Han Jingyu was his own.

Zhong Yuan agreed one by one, and after Zhong Wei went upstairs, he couldn't wait to drag Han Jingyu into the room.

Han Jingyu didn't have such a good attitude towards Zhong Yuan as he did towards Zhong Wei. He pursed his lips and stood in front of Zhong Yuan with a cold face to confront him.

Zhong Yuan felt a sense of frustration in his heart, but he felt that there were some things that he had to say, even though he had said it many times, it was useless and he still had to say it.

"Han Jingyu, I've made it clear to you." Zhong Yuan stood in front of Han Jingyu and wanted to put his hand on Han Jingyu's shoulder. Han Jingyu took a step back and avoided it without saying a word. I was wrong, I did something wrong, and it was all my fault that you were forcibly detained in Tibet and suffered so much."

Han Jingyu listened quietly.Zhong Yuan had already said these words to him, and he didn't feel anything, so naturally he didn't react.

Zhong Yuan was very frustrated, "It's almost a year now, you..."

At this time, Han Jingyu who looked at his face suddenly said, "It's okay."

The word 'nothing' was like a shuttle bullet, piercing Zhong Yuan's chest.

"No, I'm..." Zhong Yuan still wanted to explain.

Han Jingyu's eyes flickered, "You don't need to explain anymore, I said, I'm fine." Han Jingyu stood near the door, which blocked the two of them in a closed space.

Zhong Yuan was blocked by Han Jingyu's words, fell silent for a while, and called out, "Han Jingyu..."

Han Jingyu took another step back, "Can I ask you something."

Zhong Yuan, who was questioned by Han Jingyu for the first time, was shocked, "Say it."

"Why did you bring me to Shanghai?" Han Jingyu wanted to ask why today.I even want to ask why Zhong Wei treats him so well for no reason.

Zhong Yuan choked on this sentence again.If he wants to say that I just brought you here to apologize, will Han Jingyu believe it?

Zhong Yuan and Han Jingyu have been in Tibet for a while, knowing that Han Jingyu, who is covered with thorns, always ask why, he lied in front of his father, so Zhong Wei thought Han Jingyu was his grandson, He was so kind to him, but can this be said by Han Jingyu?If he said so, Han Jingyu might slap him and scold him, who the hell is your son!

Zhong Yuan can't say this anymore, he has deceived his father with one lie, and now he will surely deceive Han Jingyu with another lie.What Han Jingyu is wary of right now is his father's unreasonable kindness to him?

Zhong Yuan also started to lie, and this time he was out of control and told the second lie in his life. He told Han Jingyu, "My dad treats you like a grandson."

Han Jingyu looked at him.

Zhong Yuan felt a sense of guilt in his heart, he didn't dare to look into Han Jingyu's eyes anymore, but he had to force himself to look at Han Jingyu's pair of eyes that didn't seem to have any emotion, but could easily see the bottom.Only in this way can one's lies be more believable.

"I used to have a son who died young. My dad and I were the only ones in this family. My dad kept thinking about that. When I saw you this time, I felt that you were a bit like his grandson." Zhong Yuan said while observing Han Jingyu's expression.

After listening to Zhong Yuan's words, Han Jingyu thought about it seriously for a while.

Only in this way can it be explained why others treat him well.Only in this way can he feel at ease that others do not have the purpose of taking advantage of his kindness.

Zhong Yuan thought that Han Jingyu was a little sad now, and just wanted to comfort him, but unexpectedly, Han Jingyu showed a light smile, and seeing Zhong Yuan, Zhong Yuan was surprised.

"That's why you took me to Wuhan and apologized to me? That's why he was nice to me and asked me what I like to eat?" Han Jingyu asked back.

This was really not Zhong Yuan's original intention. He brought Han Jingyu here to apologize, but he also had to worry about what Han Jingyu would think, and he had to hide it for two days. It was really hard to tell.

Finally, Zhong Yuan gritted his teeth, "Yes."

Han Jingyu felt that this was only natural.It was because of his father that Zhong Yuan was willing to apologize sincerely to him. Because of his dead grandson, that man was so kind to him, who was somewhat similar to his grandson.This is the reason that can be explained.

Zhong Yuan felt a little uncomfortable.It's obviously not like this, but he can't say it.

Han Jingyu got the answer he wanted, and he was not so wary of Zhong Yuan at the beginning. He seemed to think that he already knew the purpose of Zhong Yuan using him, so he didn't have to guard against him for himself.

"I have no questions." Han Jingyu said, "Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Zhong Yuan wanted to say a lot, but couldn't get it out, and finally he could only choke out, "No more."

Han Jingyu turned around, opened the door, and walked outside.

Zhong Yuan stood behind and wanted to stop him, but he didn't call when he saw Han Jingyu went upstairs.

Don't you feel sad when you've been taken advantage of?

When Zhong Yuan was still struggling, Quan Weicheng, a good brother who always had nothing to do and liked to make things worse, called and asked Zhong Yuan to go out to play night games. Quan Weicheng hadn’t come to Shanghai for 800 years. The two of them As good brothers, such an invitation must be accepted.

Finally, Zhong Yuan hung up the phone, took the car keys and went out. When he drove out of the garage, he looked at the lights on the second floor through the rolled down car window.

Zhong Wei lived in one room, and Han Jingyu lived in the other.

It's really like a home.

Zhong Yuan sighed, looked away, and drove away.

The author has something to say:

In fact, I think it's quite interesting to force the lying Gong into a ghost like this.

Zhong Yuan lied to Zhong Wei that Han Jingyu was his son, and then took care of his son until he wanted to call Han Jingyu his wife. In Zhong Wei's eyes, when Han Jingyu was still Zhong Yuan's son... Zhong Yuan, who scratched his head in pain, is so cute. Father and son taboo + cross gender Love...Zhong Baba protects your heart!

The stupid author is about to start dying again!

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