I want to have a home

Sheng Mo scratched his ears and cheeks, feeling worried.This is obviously consensual, and they have confessed their love, so why does Lele appear shy instead.As soon as you talk to him, your ears turn red, and you don't dare to look directly at you. Although this reaction is cute, he doesn't want the two of you to get along like this in the future.Well, maybe Lele needs time to adjust to her new identity.

Lin Jiale was indeed adapting to his new identity. He sat alone in the living room, drawing pictures on the balcony, stopped after painting for a while, giggled for a while, frowned and sighed for a while, and then drew a few more strokes.Sheng Mo was drawing design drafts in the study, and he was also a little absent-minded. He sneaked out to look at Lin Jiale's movements.

"Lele, why are you sighing?"

Lin Jiale jumped, and almost dropped the pencil in his hand: "Mr. Sheng, Teacher Sheng."

Sheng Mo squatted beside his chair, put his chin on Lin Jiale's lap, and looked at him sideways: "You haven't said why you sighed yet."

Lin Jiale lowered his eyes: "I just feel that all this is not real, like a dream."

Sheng Mo raised his eyebrows: "Then you still need me to help you prove whether it's true or not?"

Lin Jiale shook his head quickly, his ears turned red again: "No, no, I already believe it's true. I just feel like I won the lottery suddenly."

Sheng Mo smiled: "Your husband, I am worth more than a lottery ticket. A lottery ticket is only worth 500 million at most, and it can't increase in value. Not only can I make money, but I can also warm your bed, talk with you, and be there when you are called."

Lin Jiale muttered, "Didn't you agree to be my wife?"

Sheng Mo smiled slyly: "It's actually the same, we are all men, you are my wife, and I am your wife."

Lin Jiale remembered one thing: "Mr. Sheng, we are together. Uncle Sheng and Aunt Sheng won't agree?" Lin Jiale knew that Sheng Mo's attitude was extremely serious, and definitely not a casual attitude. You need to spend so much thought on yourself.And he no longer has the slightest chance of luck, he can already be sure that he can no longer like women, he wants to be with Sheng Mo for a lifetime.

Sheng Mo held Lin Jiale's hand: "Lele, don't worry. Although I didn't tell my parents that I like men, they probably already knew about it. My parents like you very much, Every time I say I come to you, they are very supportive."

Lin Jiale was a little ashamed. Those parents were both knowledgeable and loving. They were really good parents. He was simply too ordinary. Why did Teacher Sheng and them both like him.But he was too embarrassed to ask.

Sheng Mo played with Lin Jiale's fingers: "Lele, don't worry. From now on, let's live together. My home is your home, and my parents are your parents. They will definitely Treating you is better than my son, really. When my parents are old, I will take them over, and we will honor them together and accompany them until they grow old. Do you agree?"

Lin Jiale's eyes were moist. Isn't the blueprint that Sheng Mo drew for himself exactly what he had always yearned for?There is a dear father and mother, and a close lover. Although there is a child missing, isn't there still a good son like Diudiu?He nodded with tears in his eyes: "OK."

Sheng Mo stood up and pecked Lin Jiale's mouth: "Stop thinking about it, let's draw. Let me see, this part is well drawn, and the shadow processing of this part is a little bit worse, so it looks a little distorted .From now on, you can try to draw some gouache paintings, and when you make renderings for others in the future, you can hand-paint the renderings yourself. Go, go to the study to find gouache, and I will teach you how to color.”

Lin Jiale felt that his happy life had already begun. If it wasn't for the raging and spreading SARS outside the house, he felt that his life would be perfect at this moment.

That evening, after they had dinner, Lin Jiale took out the thermometer: "Mr. Sheng, shall we measure it too?"

Sheng Mo looked up from the book: "If you want to measure it, you can measure it."

After about 3 minutes, Lin Jiale exclaimed: "Oops, Teacher Sheng, I seem to have a fever."

Sheng Mo put down his book and moved to his side: "Let me take a look." He took the thermometer with one hand and placed it on Lin Jiale's forehead with the other, "It's not burning." Looking down at the thermometer, the silver mercury really stayed on the scale of 38.5.

Lin Jiale said nervously: "It's not hot on the forehead, maybe it's hot on the body."

Sheng Mo flicked the thermometer and looked again: "Why is it still 38 degrees five? It's broken."

Lin Jiale took it, shook it a few times, but it still didn't move, he laughed dryly: "I didn't expect it to be a bad guy."

Sheng Mo threw the thermometer into the trash can, thought about it, and picked it out again. There is mercury, which should cause pollution. Someday, take it to the teachers of the School of Chemical Engineering to deal with it. "Well, it's broken. Let's go to the pharmacy to buy a new one tomorrow. This one should be packed in the original box, and I'll take it to the school for my colleagues in the chemistry department to deal with."

Lin Jiale put the plastic cover up: "Can't this be thrown around?"

Sheng Mo said: "There is mercury in it, which is poisonous, so you can't throw it away casually, it will cause pollution."

Lin Jiale carefully put it in the drawer: "Then don't throw it around."

Sheng Mo is looking forward to going to bed at night, and then shuts Diudiu out of the bedroom door to see if Lele has any reason to refuse, and then treats him like this on the bed until he cries.Sheng Mo's mind was full of those pictures, and he smiled lewdly.

It was the first time for Lin Jiale to see Sheng Mo with such a wretched smile, what is there to be happy about?Just as I was about to ask him, the phone rang. It was a number I had never seen before. It rang four or five times before he picked it up: "Hello, who is it?"

"Ale!"

Lin Jiale's heart skipped a beat. There are not many people who call themselves Ale, and he is the one who least expects it: "Mr. He?"

Sheng Mo pricked up his ears, He Fangxu actually still has Lele's phone number, haven't he given up yet?

He Fangxu coughed on the other end of the phone: "It's me, I want to talk to you."

Lin Jiale was about to turn off the phone when the other party said, "I'm infected with SARS."

Lin Jiale's eyebrows twitched, and he moved his finger away from the close button: "Mr. He, please joke, don't scare me." Although Lin Jiale thought He Fangxu was hateful, he repented. Not to die, so when he heard the news, he was not happy, but worried.

Sheng Mo asked in a breathy voice: "Lele, He Fangxu?"

Lin Jiale covered the microphone with his hand: "He said he had SARS."

"Ah?" Sheng Mo was taken aback. He Fangxu was hateful, but he was not happy when he heard the news.

"There is no confirmed diagnosis yet, and I am in the hospital waiting for a confirmed diagnosis." He Fangxu coughed and said, "I think I am in danger, so I really want to talk to you."

Lin Jiale looked at Sheng Mo for help, and Sheng Mo said, "You can talk to him."

Lin Jiale let go of his hand: "Okay, Mr. He, what do you want to say?"

He Fangxu said, "Can't you call me Fang Xu?"

Lin Jiale said: "No, I'm sorry, Mr. He, we didn't know that well. I really want to know, where did you get infected with SARS?"

He Fangxu said: "Actually, I didn't go anywhere. It was only after returning to Hong Kong from City D a few days ago that I developed coughing symptoms. I didn't go to crowded places."

Lin Jiale said: "If there is no source of infection, it may be a common cold, so don't worry too much and treat it well. Even if you are really infected with SARS, it is not impossible to treat. You must have a strong desire to survive. You have to believe that you can be cured, most of the time you will be fine." Sheng Mo has been listening to Lin Jiale's phone call, why do these words sound so familiar, think about it, it's not that he said it to him a few days ago He listened, and thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

"I hope so. Thank you, Ale. I really want to talk to someone about the fear in my heart right now, but I can't find anyone to talk to, so I'm here to bother you." He Fangxu said pitifully.

Lin Jiale wanted to say, don't you have a fiancée, why are you looking for me, and felt that she was jealous, so she could only say: "Thank you, Mr. He, for trusting me so much. Lin is very honored."

Sheng Mo couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, Lele's words were definitely learned from TV dramas, the official ones are too cute.Lin Jiale glared at him with puffed cheeks, Sheng Mo leaned over and pecked him on the lips.Lin Jiale became popular, if he was not still talking to He Fangxu, he would have blocked it.

He Fangxu didn't know that the scenery on the phone was beautiful, so he just sighed faintly: "Listening to you, I feel much better. Ale, I have a lot to say to you. After you left, I saw you left Don’t mention how uncomfortable the passbook and admission notice are. I have been scolding myself, why don’t I know how to cherish such a kind and motivated person. God must be punishing my sins, so I missed you... ..."

Lin Jiale looked at Sheng Mo with some embarrassment, and pointed to the phone in his hand. Sheng Mo leaned over to listen, and He Fangxu was alone there confiding his heart. He also shrugged his shoulders and touched Lin Jiale's face to express his comfort.

"...My parents died in a car accident when I was young. My aunt took me to her home and brought me up. At that time, her family's business had just started. I just started my career. But my aunt was also exhausted. She only had two daughters, so she couldn't have another child. My uncle wanted a son, but he felt that it was too unkind to leave his wife, so he asked someone to excuse him Giving birth. At that time, I saw my aunt could not sleep all night, weeping alone in the dark. I really hated it in my heart. I wished I could kill the surname Zhuang and the woman outside. Later, Ah Cheng carried her back At that time, I thought this matter was over, and my aunt's brows sometimes stretched and sometimes frowned, but I couldn't share anything for her."

"However, not long after A-Cheng was born, I heard that the woman who gave birth through her womb was pregnant again with the surname Zhuang. It turned out that they did not make a clean break as agreed. The surname Zhuang didn't shy away from my aunt at all, and raised her aunt outside openly. I lost my mistress, and the house was often cloudy and there was little laughter. I was already in middle school at the time, and my aunt sent me to study in England in order not to let me be affected by this environment. When I was in college, my aunt died of depression In less than a year, Chen Qiutang was your mother, and she entered the house. Do you know the hatred in my heart?" He Fangxu actually talked about the past that Lin Jiale didn't know, Lin Jiale listened, only I felt extremely sympathetic to the former Mrs. Zhuang, and felt a little ashamed of my mother, Chen Qiutang.

He Fangxu went on to say: "I hadn't finished my studies at the time. After my aunt left, my uncle suddenly proposed to only provide me with tuition fees, and let me earn all the other expenses. After I graduate, I have to serve him for five years to repay these years. I don’t know who came up with this idea, maybe it’s Zhuang, maybe it’s Chen Qiutang. In British schools, students rely on work-study programs to make ends meet. It’s very hard. Living expenses, I don’t know how many jobs I have worked, and I have skipped a lot of classes, so I can barely survive until graduation.”

He Fangxu had never mentioned these things to Jiale before. Lin Jiale listened and didn't know how to comfort him.He Fangxu said again: "So, you should know how much I hate them. I'm sorry, my hatred for them has also affected you."

Lin Jiale said: "It doesn't matter anymore. In fact, I think you shouldn't live in hatred. This is the grievance of the previous generation. You have hands, feet, and ability. You can do it without relying on them." Life is good. You hate them and you are punishing yourself. Why don't you take it easy? I was abandoned by my parents when I was a child, I couldn't even go to college, and I am doing well now. I don't feel that anyone owes me. You At least your parents and aunt love you. No matter how bad your uncle is to you, he also gave you a home and is willing to provide you with tuition fees. So you are not the most pitiful person. There are still many people in the world who can’t even eat If you are not full, you will not be able to study.”

He Fangxu was silent for a while: "You are right, thank you, Ale."

Lin Jiale said: "Take good care of your illness. Don't think about it, even if it is really SARS, it can be cured. Don't be discouraged, take good care of your health. I still have something to do, let's hang up."

He Fangxu took the microphone and coughed twice: "Okay, thank you, goodbye!"

Lin Jiale hung up He Fangxu's phone, and was stunned for a long time. Sheng Mo sat over, half embraced Lin Jiale, and said softly, "Is it finished?"

Lin Jiale hummed, and said sullenly: "It turns out that the woman who gave birth to me is the kind of bad woman that is often played on TV. She steals her husband and framed her ex-wife's children."

Sheng Mo put his head on his shoulders: "Silly boy, these are all one-sided words, let's just listen to them, don't take them seriously, who is really a bad person. Everyone stands on their own stand and stands for themselves. Seek the greatest benefit, so in the eyes of those whose interests have been harmed, they are bad people. In fact, few people are really heinous."

Lin Jiale leaned on Sheng Mo's shoulder and murmured, "But I really don't want to accept that such a woman is my mother."

Sheng Mo kissed him on the forehead: "Sometimes, what we see with our own eyes may not be true, let alone what we hear from other people's ears. Besides, in the future, we don't need to rely on her any more. You don’t even have to see each other, so don’t worry about it so much.”

Lin Jiale hummed: "Do you think He Fangxu will be okay?"

Sheng Mo patted his head: "It will be fine. Isn't there a saying that the disaster will last for a thousand years? This He Fangxu is definitely not a kind person, so he won't die so easily. Don't worry."

Lin Jiale laughed: "It seems to make sense."