Necessary and sufficient conditions for secret love to come true

When Zong Jing saw Tang Lu, his legs that were in plaster were so tense, and his mouth was still calm, "Anyway, I can't be like Teacher Jin. I'm here to wait for the next time someone asks you, and you have something to answer." .”

The sentence was too long, Zong Jiahe was stunned, and then his attention was immediately attracted by the dishes served, and he immediately put the anger of being cheated behind him.

Tang Lu was old enough, so of course she couldn't mention these gossips to the younger generation, and she also thought it was Zong Jing's nonsense to coax the children, so she didn't take it to heart at all.

A crisis disappears invisible.

In the blink of an eye, midsummer passed, and Tang Lu started working again. Liu Yutang's company remained the same, and the performance of the online store opened by the two of them continued to rise. Xiang Feixing had already started planning to register a cultural design company.

Zong Jing had been on crutches for more than two months, and the doctor finally said that the plaster cast could be removed.

Liu Yutang lived a relaxed life for the past two months. Tang Lu took Zong Jiahe to bed after eight o'clock every night.

Ten days before Zong Jiahe started school, Liu Yutang made an appointment with a doctor to help Zong Jing remove the cast.

Early this morning, he got up to make breakfast, Zong Jing got up and washed up, and went into the kitchen to try to help.

Liu Yutang was embraced from behind by him, and he gently pushed back with his elbow, "Relax, the oil pan is hot."

Zong Jing's little brother woke up very energetic in the morning. Although he couldn't do anything, he was willing to rub against his lower back. Not only did he not let go, but he also put his chin on his neck and licked his chin. , "Don't let go."

Liu Yutang was speechless, followed him in his arms, put the bacon into the frying pan, "Look and turn it over." Then he turned on the soya-bean milk machine, started cutting fruit, cut the dragon fruit into pieces, and stuffed a piece into Zong Jing's mouth casually.

Zong Jing was chewing the dragon fruit, and put his arms around his waist, "It seems a little sore."

Liu Yutang stuffed a piece into his own mouth, "Is there any? It's quite sweet."

"My piece is sour." Zong Jing moved closer, "Are we eating the same one?"

Liu Yutang pointed to the plate, "Have you not opened your eyes since morning? I just cut one, um..."

Zong Jing kissed, "It may be a different piece, and the taste is different."

Liu Yutang smiled lowly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed back, "If you want to kiss him, just kiss him, and make excuses for a long time, are you tired?"

The wind in the morning was humid and cool, and the sweetness of the fruit filled the lips and teeth. Zong Jing pressed the back of his head and deepened the kiss. It seemed like he had dreamed of such a morning before.

There was a sudden bang in the living room, followed by the sound of glass falling to the ground, accompanied by Zong Jiahe's crying, "Auntie, auntie..."

Liu Yutang and Zong Jing were startled, and they separated. Liu Yutang rushed to the living room, and when Zong Jing stepped back, his arm touched the frying pan where the bacon was frying, and it turned red instantly.

In the living room, Tang Lu's face was pale, she clenched her right hand tightly with her left hand, and a little blood slowly leaked from between her fingers.

The glass on the dining table fell to the ground, and the glass vase with the sunflower in the center was broken, and the sharp stubble was stained with blood.

"Mom!" Liu Yutang walked around the broken glass on the ground, lifted Zong Jiahe up and put him on a chair, "Don't move."

Tang Lu unconsciously took a step back and refused her son's support.

Liu Yutang was flustered and instinctively moved her away from the broken glass, "Let me see your hand, is it badly cut?"

Tang Lu didn't have much strength, so he easily opened her fingers and opened her mouth several times, as if she lost her voice.

There was a nearly two-centimeter bloodstain on her right index finger, and half a centimeter of flesh was rolled up. Liu Yutang pressed her onto the sofa, wrapped the wound tightly with gauze, and then brought her shoes to put on her and took her to the community Hospital disinfection and debridement injections.

During the whole process, Tang Lu didn't say anything, she didn't know what to say, her spirit seemed to be withdrawn from her body.

She couldn't comprehend what she saw just now. She came to the conclusion that it was overwhelming like a mountain flying from the distant sky. Is it an illusion?Is it true, and if it is true, then what?

She couldn't bear to beat her own son, and she didn't have the position to discipline other people's sons, what should she do? !

In a panic, Liu Yutang took her to tidy up the wound, then accompanied her back to the first bedroom in front, and sat down in the living room, Tang Lu still didn't speak.

Liu Yutang became anxious, his eyes were sore, "Mom, you can scold me, you can hit me, talk to me."

Tang Lu turned her face away from him, but still didn't make a sound, she couldn't think of what to say?

"Please, don't ignore me," Liu Yutang knelt down in front of her, "Mom..."

Tang Lu's eyes became hot, and two lines of hot tears rolled down. After a long while, she only uttered one word, "You..."

When Liu Yutang saw her crying, the sourness in her eyes suddenly flooded to the tip of her heart, her whole body seemed to be soaked in coptis, "Mom, don't cry, I'm not good, just hit me, don't cry."

"Why are you?" Tang Lu cried for a while, and finally calmed down, and only asked this question.

Liu Yutang lowered his head, his throat was so congested that he almost lost his breath, and finally he only said, "I'm not good, Mom, don't be sad."

How can I not be sad?

Tang Lu echoed this sentence repeatedly in her mind. After thinking for a long time, she asked again, "Did he force you?"

In the business field, she has seen men who like beautiful boys, but she never expected that one day such a thing would happen to her son.

Zong Jing came to the door suddenly, helped the family solve the huge debts, and helped sell the house. In the past half a year in city b, he helped resettle the house and help find a job. He did everything comprehensively.

So, is the root cause here?

If it weren't for the huge debts caused by the failure of the parents' business, wouldn't the son have to be like this?

After thinking about it, her heart twitched, "Don't be afraid, tell mom, is he forcing you? Let's move out, I will find a way to return the money to him, you can't..."

"Mom!", Liu Yutang took a step on his knees and threw himself on his mother's lap, "It's my fault, he didn't force me, I like him."

a bolt from the blue!

Tang Lu suddenly lost the strength to sit, and her whole body seemed to shrink half a circle suddenly, "You, say it again?"

Her expression was too dark and terrifying, Liu Yutang almost suffocated in fright, but he couldn't tell a lie, sobbing, "It's him I like."

With this sentence, Tang Lu felt that her bones were taken away, and she went back to the previous sentence, "Why are you doing this?"

Liu Yutang was so distressed by her question that he couldn't tell, why?

Who wants to be an outcast minority if it can be explained?

The mother and son fell into silence, and neither of them dared to continue speaking, as if there was an abyss in front of them, and the shock of taking a breath would make people stumble and fall.

On the other side, Zong Jing turned off the fire in silence, put his hand under the faucet, the roar of the soybean milk machine stopped abruptly, the red light flashed, two beeps sounded, and a sweet female voice sounded, [Good day, start with a delicious breakfast Let's start, welcome to enjoy].

Zong Jiahe was holding back two packs of tears, still sitting on the chair beside the dining table not daring to move, the water flowing from the vase spread to the table and dripped down, and his snow-white trousers were covered with a piece.

After enduring it for a few minutes, no one noticed him, Brother Yutang took his aunt out, and he yelled into the kitchen, "Brother~" His voice was full of infinite grievances.

Zong Jing slowly moved out on crutches, and his tone was as calm as ever, "Jump off by yourself, it doesn't matter if you step on the water, don't touch the broken glass."

Zong Jiahe stepped on the tiptoes of the broken glass that looked particularly sharp in the morning sun, took two steps and hugged Zong Jing's thigh, looked up at him with a small face, "Brother~"

Zong Jing sighed, warmed the milk for him, scrambled an fried egg in the microwave, took a few slices of bread, put the fruit Liu Yutang had cut, and said, "Eat it."

Zong Jiahe sat at the clean end of the dining table to eat, secretly glanced at his brother's expression from time to time, for some reason, he felt that his brother was crying.

Although there were no tears.

When he was about to eat, the nanny and part-time workers came to the door, and the two aunts knew the way, cleaned and helped Zong Jiahe change clothes.

The little guy was desperately unwilling to let his brother out of his sight, and found him walking up the stairs slowly, climbing the steps without pulling up his pants.

Zong Jing flicked him on the forehead, "I'm going to get the book, what are you doing?"

Zong Jiahe covered his forehead, "...I,"

"Stay here obediently," Zong Jing took a deep breath, and went upstairs to get his medical records. In 10 minutes, the surrogate driver should arrive.

When Liu Yutang helped Tang Lu out of the community clinic, he sat in the car and drove towards the hospital without pulling down the window to say hello.

Liu Yutang also didn't notice the familiar car driving past beside him.

Zong Jiahe struggled outward in the child seat, seeing the two people retreating so quickly that they could not be seen, he asked Zong Jing suspiciously, "Aren't Brother Yutang and Auntie coming with us?"

Zong Jing held his finger, "Not with us, only you and me."

"Oh..." Zong Jiahe didn't quite understand, but he didn't dare to ask. He always felt that Zong Jing seemed to be crying, even though his eyes were dry.

After going to the hospital to successfully remove the cast, and then going to the rehabilitation center to get the rehabilitation training schedule, Zong Jing dragged his little tail Zong Jia and Slow Teng tossed and tossed until noon.

The two brothers ate out together in the afternoon, and Zong Jiahe's belly was bulging. After eating, he looked at the leftovers on the table, "It's delicious, let's give one to Auntie, and another to Brother Yutang."

What he meant was, let's bring some of these goodies for the two of us.

Caught off guard, Zong Jing's eyes were hot. He tried several times before he could make a sound, "You will have something to eat at Brother Tang's house, and so will Auntie. Don't worry about them."

Zong Jiahe was a little disappointed, and licked his lips, "But, it's delicious." The one at home is not as good as this, so I want to share it with them.

Zong Jing understood what he wanted to express. He wanted to do more. He wanted to call Liu Yutang and ask how he was doing. He wanted to shake his hand, give him a hug, and even come to the door. I beg Tang Lu...

However, he couldn't do anything, and making a phone call might make Tang Lu even more angry and alert. It would be best for him to completely disappear into this world.

"There will be opportunities in the future, but not today." Zong Jing rubbed Zong Jiahe's head reassuringly, the child's soft hair brushed against his palm, and his heart was as soft as it had been swept.

Zong Jiahe was not reconciled, her aunt was sick, she bled in the morning, that's why she wanted something delicious, "Why?"

Zong Jing felt that his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer, and met the child's clear eyes, and tried to comfort him dryly, "It's not why, you will know when you grow up."