Necessary and sufficient conditions for secret love to come true

Tang Lu sat silently for the whole morning. She didn't want to cry, make trouble, and hang herself arguing with her son. This was her last relative, the treasure she held in the palm of her hand with her husband for the first half of her life, and her hope for the rest of her life.

But she didn't want Liu Yutang and Zong Jing to be together even more. In that kind of life, there should be no mother in the world who would like her child to make such a choice.

Liu Yutang carefully sat beside her, poured water for her, wiped her face with a towel, not daring to make a sound, not daring to leave for a moment.

If the father is still there, if the family is what it was a year or two ago, he will definitely be bolder and tell his mother that there is no way to change his sexuality. He has known himself for many years.

Tell parents that he will be a good son, find someone to live like a normal couple, and nothing will change except not being able to give them grandchildren.

Such a great truth has been rehearsed many times in his mind.

...Now, I can't say a word.

In more than half a year, Tang Lu lost her husband and mother, lost her life-long career, and her health was not as good as before. His current behavior is completely stabbing his mother in the heart.

However, I don't know where the love came from, and it goes on and on, and I can't say one, two, three about emotional matters.

Seeing the sun rising to mid-heaven, Tang Lu put the wet towel on the table, stood up and went to the kitchen, "I'll get you something to eat, I won't have breakfast, you can't be hungry."

Liu Yutang looked at her sluggish back, tears rolled down her eyes, Tang Lu's back couldn't stand straight all morning.

Grabbing the warm towel held by Tang Lu to wipe her face, Liu Yutang chased after her, "Mom, I'll do it."

Tang Lu pushed his hand away, "Sit down, your clumsy hands will add to the chaos."

Liu Yutang took a step back and stood at the door of the kitchen, trembling slightly because of nervousness, or in other words, frightened.

If Tang Lu reprimanded him, tried to persuade him with long speeches, cried hysterically, or even acted with hatred...

No matter what, no matter what is better than being silent and quiet as if nothing happened.

Liu Yutang stood behind her in a daze for a few minutes, and when he saw Tang Lu finished cutting the vegetables, he called out in a hoarse voice, "Mom..."

Tang Lu finally turned her head to look at her son. She was already a big man, tall and handsome, with a sense of responsibility, able to endure hardship, willing to work hard, everything is good, why?

"You, go and tidy up the things in the living room, your drawing board and so on, pack them up."

Liu Yutang seemed to be a prisoner who had received an amnesty, one order and one movement, he hurriedly turned around to pack his things, put away the brushes that were hanging out, washed and packed the inkstone, folded the drawing board, and put away the bills and other things by category.

After tidying up for a while, he finally realized, what is mother going to do?

In the kitchen, Tang Lu turned on the gas, heated the oil to stir-fry vegetables, and cooked noodles in the small pot next to her. The strong aroma of the food made her straighten up a little.

The matter has come to this point, what matters is how to remedy it.

Liu Yutang dropped the packed things, and went to Tang Lu's side with his heart in his arms, "Mom, I packed it up."

Tang Lu put the stir-fried vegetables on a plate, and looked back at him, "Eat first, let's talk after eating."

Liu Yutang held the plate and put it on the dining table, then turned back to take the noodles Tang Lu handed over, and started to eat without taste. His chest seemed to be stuffed with a ball of cotton, and every mouthful of food he swallowed was like hay.

Tang Lu's bowl only contained a handful of noodles with chopsticks, and she ate them in two mouthfuls. She put down the chopsticks and watched her son eat. As she watched, a little water dripped from her still red and swollen eyes.

Liu Yutang gritted his teeth and ate desperately, and then took a deep breath into his mouth while feeding the noodles, trying to swallow the sadness that surged up, not daring to raise his eyes at all.

He couldn't see Tang Lu wiping away tears quietly, but Tang Lu could see him forcing herself, "If you're not hungry, leave it alone."

Liu Yutang ate with chopsticks, "I've eaten all I can, it's so delicious, it's not good to waste it."

Tang Lu couldn't stand it anymore, "Okay, you eat slowly, I, wash your face." She pushed the stool away, stood up, took two quick steps to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and cried amidst the rushing water .

Liu Yutang slowly put down his chopsticks, his shoulders slumped, and he lay down on the table overwhelmed.

In a small one-bedroom, the distance between the bathroom and the dining table is only a few meters. The faint whimpering in the sound of the water, like a rushing tsunami, pushed him into the hopeless ice water, as if he was about to suffocate.

[Sorry], Liu Yutang felt that he couldn't hold on, so he finally sent Zong Jing such a message.

Zong Jing brought Zong Jiahe out of the restaurant, helped the little guy fasten his seat belt, and the phone in his pocket ding-dong.

Before the surrogate driver came, he sat next to Zong Jiahe, looked at the three words, was silent for a long time, his eyes were red, [Take care of auntie].

The phone screen slowly dimmed, like the sunshine in his heart disappeared without a trace.

He hated himself, why he got carried away, why his self-control was so poor, if he was more vigilant, such a thing would not have happened.

It should be that these years have passed so smoothly, he has forgotten that there are many things in this world that he cannot overcome.

Zong Jiahe watched his brother lean forward and bury his face on the back of the co-pilot's seat, twisting nervously from side to side, silent for a while, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, are you crying? Are you angry with me?"

Zong Jing didn't dare to raise his head, and was afraid of scaring the children, so he replied in a low voice, "I'm a little dizzy, don't worry."

The meaning in the words is completely clear, but Zong Jiahe doesn't believe it. Although he is young, he is very sensitive to people's expressions and the surrounding atmosphere.

But he didn't know what to do, so he could only hold his bear schoolbag nervously and watch Zong Jing wait for him to sit up.

In the community, Liu Yutang looked at the five characters on the phone, wiped his face, and pushed open the bathroom door, "Mom..."

Tang Lu flusteredly picked up the water and splashed it on her face a few times, pulled out a towel to dry off, and turned around with a calm expression, "Have you finished eating?"

"...There is still some left." Liu Yutang carefully discerned his mother's expression, gritted his teeth, "I'm not good, mom, whatever you say is fine, don't get angry."

Tang Lu paused, her eyes became hot again, her voice was hoarse, "Go and eat, we'll talk after dinner."

She was willing to speak because she was thankful, Liu Yutang didn't dare to disobey, sat back at the table, swallowed the rest of the meal vigorously, and took the dishes to the kitchen to clean up.

Tang Lu walked around the room, opened various cabinets from time to time to have a look, and took out all the things in the cabinets and placed them on the countertop.

Liu Yutang stood in front of her nervously, wiping his hands, "Mom..."

Sitting on the small sofa, Tang Lu faced Liu Yutang the same way she used to face her subordinates in the company after a long absence. After a few hours, she had already figured it out.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, habit is like killing a child.

If she loves her son because of this moment and indulges him to be with Zong Jing, what will happen to him for the rest of his life?

There is no marriage certificate among men, and there is no legal guarantee. If Zong Jing changes his mind midway, and Yu Tang, who is relatively soft in career and personality, must be the one who has suffered more losses.

Not to mention there will be no children, what should I do when I am older?No matter how rich you are, how good your nurse is, can you compare to your own child?Even though some parents and children are unfilial, she firmly believes that such things will never happen in her family education.

One kind of life is precarious and has no guarantee, and the other is peace and joy, which has been verified by countless predecessors.

How to choose is clear at a glance.

"Sit down," Tang Lu's voice was still hoarse, her shoulders still slumped, but her tone was unquestionable, "Talk to me."

"Yes," Liu Yutang sat down obediently. He had already made a decision and couldn't leave his mother behind. Zong Jing's message back meant that he understood what he meant.

Tang Lu closed her eyes, holding back her tears.

She has always imagined that her son will bring a girl to see her one day and tell herself that he will have a brand new family and start a new life.

In the imagination, no matter what the girl is, the son's attitude towards him is very happy and very calm.Absolutely not like this, if the mother finds out about the relationship, she will feel sad and hopeless, looking like she can't live on.

From this point, it can already be foreseen that choosing such a life will lead to a more difficult life.

"You are like Zong Jing, I don't agree," Tang Lu cut to the point, "Tell me what you think in your heart."

Liu Yutang felt that his throat was full of fishy smell, he clenched his fists hard to keep himself from trembling, and looked up at Tang Lu, "It's my fault, I let you down, I'll separate from him."

Tang Lu paused for a moment, she prepared Xiaozhi to use emotion and reason, but it was useless, as expected, he was her own son, but the more sensible Liu Yutang was, the more reluctant she was.

If you don't want to give up, you have to give up!

"Okay, I'll pack up the things at home, you go to the agency to see, we're moving. You can start looking for work, too."

There is no need to talk earnestly, there is no tug-of-war, Liu Yutang lowered his eyes, "...OK."

After all, Tang Lu couldn't hold back, sat next to him, and hugged her son's shoulders, "Mom is doing it for your own good. You know how many people outside know the attitude of this kind of relationship. How difficult will it be in the future? I can't just watch Live like that with you."

Besides, who can guarantee that Zong Jing will never change his mind?Those people in the business field have wives and children at home, and they still spend their days and nights outside, which one has sincerity?

However, since Liu Yutang made his choice without her persuasion, Tang Lu wisely did not say anything to slander Zong Jing.

Liu Yutang rested his forehead on his mother's shoulder, couldn't control it, and cried in a low voice, "Mom, I feel bad."

When Tang Lu heard him cry, she couldn't breathe from the pain in her heart, "Mom is not good, I shouldn't force you, but, what about the days to come? You listen to me, no matter how sad you are, it will be fine after a while. "

To put it inappropriately, I and Liu Ang were deeply in love with each other. After being together for nearly 30 years, he suddenly left. After half a year, I am still alive.

And Liu Yutang, how long can he be sad with that Zong Jing, man and man?

After a while, it will be fine.

Liu Yutang took two deep breaths, and broke free from Tang Lu's arms, "I'll call to find a house."