Senior, please forgive me!don't pull my skirt

It was a cloudy day today, and the cold wind was blowing outside the clubhouse. I paid the bill at the front desk, wrapped my coat tightly and left the clubhouse as quickly as I could.

"Lu Huaiyuan, I'll take you back." Mu Chen chased him out.

The location of Jinbi is very good, and there is a lot of people outside, which gives me a sense of security.

"roll."

I threw him a word coldly, reached out to stop a taxi, got in the car and left.

Sit in the back seat and report the location, I took out my mobile phone and swiped, not looking at Mu Chen's expression on the side of the road.

I didn't go home, but took a room in a hotel outside the villa area, and spent the whole day in the room alone.

Too bad why would I strip naked and lie in front of other people?

I'm like an idiot, I'm the dumbest person in the world.

I fell asleep in the room, and when it was lunch time, the phone vibrated on the quilt, and it was my father calling.

I hung up the phone and sent a text message to tell him that my new classmate and I were still reading in the bookstore, so it was inconvenient to go back, and I didn't go back for lunch or dinner.

When I woke up again, it was almost dark, I got up and sat on the bed and stared out of the window for a while. After sleeping for a day, the negative emotions were almost completely dispelled. I brushed my teeth and checked out and went home.

It was completely dark when I got home, there was no one in the house, the house was dark, and it was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

I went into the kitchen and looked. There was no trace of cooking, and my aunt was not there. They probably knew that I would not come back for dinner. They asked my aunt to leave work early and go out to eat by myself, or they were still busy at the company and did not come back.

I don't know how to cook, and while watching takeaways on my mobile phone, I feel the handrail in the dark to go upstairs.

When we reached the second floor, we suddenly heard someone crying.

How can I hear other people's cries?Our house is far away from the neighbor's house.

I identified it carefully, and found that the crying sound seemed to come from Dad's bedroom.

Dad doesn't look like someone who can cry, is he Dad?Too much work pressure?Or is there a problem with the relationship with his father?

I raised my heart, put away my mobile phone, walked over lightly, and opened the door of their bedroom.

There was no light in the bedroom, but there was a warm light projected from the frosted glass door of the bathroom, and the crying became clearer, and I was pretty sure it was my dad crying.

"Ah!" Dad's cry suddenly came from inside, it sounded a little painful and weird.

My heart tightened, and I rushed over and opened the bathroom door.

I thought I would see my father crying secretly in the bathroom alone, but unexpectedly there were two people in the bathroom. My father pressed my father against the wall from behind, and the bodies of two grown men were close to each other. One was strong and tall, and the other was well-proportioned. Slender fair skin.

No clothes on.

The moment the door was pushed open by me, my dad was cursing with tears streaming down his face: "I'm too old and you still want to fuck me in the bathroom, Lu Beichuan, you bastard..."

Then the whole world fell silent, and the air seemed to stop flowing.

Dad: "Fuck..."

Father: "Why didn't you knock?! Go back to your room!"

My mind froze, and I walked away. After walking two steps, I remembered something. I lowered my head and turned back to close the bathroom door for them.

"Go!!!" Dad growled.

I ran back to my bedroom as if escaping, locked the door and threw myself on the bed, digesting the shocking scene just now.

However, I can’t digest it. I have understood the concept of homosexuality since I was very young, but they are very careful in front of me. The worst thing is, I only saw cheek kisses. I never thought that I would bump into them doing it one day| The love scene, the impact is too great, a bit unacceptable.

And recalling the situation at that time, Dad seemed to be forced by violence, and he looked very sad.

I sat up, wondering if I should go back and stop my father's violence, but what if I was wrong?They usually seem to have a really good relationship. If I misunderstood and rushed in to stop them at this time, my father would probably beat me to death on the spot.

To go, or not to go?

I hesitated and wobbled, and suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door: "Baby, it's Dad, can I go in?"

I tossed on the bed and got up to open the door.

Dad had obviously taken a shower, his hair was half-dried, his bangs were hanging softly on his forehead, he was wearing a cotton shirt and knitted pants, like a warm brother next door.

Just a look of embarrassment: "I'm sorry, we thought you wouldn't come back at this time...we should close the door."

Dad touched the wall and pressed the switch, and the bright light drove away the darkness in the room.

"Come back at this point, haven't you eaten dinner yet? Lao Lu is cooking in the kitchen, and you can eat it later." He pointed to the single sofa by the French window, a little cautious, "Can Dad sit down for a while and talk to you?" talk now?"

I nodded, depressed and embarrassed so I didn't want to talk, I went to sit on the piano bench next to the piano, opened the lid, and pressed the keys boringly.

Dad closed the door, sat down for a while, and then coughed twice: "Baby, do you have any questions? Maybe you have any doubts, and if you don't understand and accept anything, you can ask me. We I'm sorry for you to see it, but you're an adult too, so I hope it didn't make you feel bad."

He is always so gentle, it is true that there is discomfort, but I can't be angry with him, he is a very good father.

"Did he force you?" I wiped my tears spinelessly, a feeling of disappointment filled my chest, "Does he bully you like this in private? You are so nice, why is he like this... I thought you were very happy It's..." "No, no, baby, you misunderstood. He didn't bully me. We, we are very happy. If it weren't for the same sex, we would have been rated as model couples." Dad hurriedly explained.

Me: "But I saw you crying...he didn't want me to worry so he said that, he just relied on his own strength to force you to do what you don't want."

I hate my father more and more.

Dad scratched his head: "Well, he did force me, that's right, but sometimes I also force him to do something. Speaking of which, my request may be even more... Wouldn't it be evened?"

I was confused: "But you are crying, I don't understand, what will you force him to do?"

Dad frowned, with a troubled expression on his face: "I cry... I, I..."

He sighed: "I don't know how to explain this to you...well, this is a relatively private detail of the intimate interaction between lovers, this...that is, your father loves me very much, he will not hurt me Yes... There is a tacit understanding between us, some behaviors seem to make the other party dissatisfied, but they are actually above the bottom line... This is ours..."

I suddenly understood a little bit, and said: "Love|interest."

Dad's face flushed instantly, and he nodded: "Well, yes."

It's so embarrassing, it's even more embarrassing than when they fast forwarded to adolescence when they lectured me on physiology and sex|.

I was so embarrassed that I strummed a section on the piano.

When I looked back after playing, my dad was holding his forehead with his hands, obviously embarrassed, but he still had the courage to explain to me so as not to have any bad influence on me.

"What's for dinner?" I started another topic.

He looked relieved, and said: "Hot and sour shrimp, um... dry fried hairtail, steamed pork, and some soup, I forgot, go down and wait for dinner?"

I nodded, covered the piano, got up and walked out of the bedroom with him.

Dad is still frowning, I know he is still depressed and worried about whether the scene of being bumped into by me will affect me.

The lights in the corridor on the second floor were turned on, and the aroma of food from the first floor floated in the air, and the warm retro small chandelier illuminated several art paintings on the wall.

I glanced randomly, and saw a family portrait of three people drawn by colored pencils. It was the first picture I drew in art class when I was in elementary school. All three of our family were handsome, but the three people in that picture I drew it crookedly like et.

In that art class, I got the lowest score.

But they took this painting to order an expensive picture frame, and hung it together with those art paintings that cost tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, saying that this is a surreal style and has great artistic value.

"Dad." I called him.

Dad looked up at me with a soft expression: "Huh?"

"I'm grown up, I'm an adult, it's okay," I said.

Dad was taken aback for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, smiled easily, and put his arms around my shoulders: "Yes, our baby is already an adult, I forgot."

The dinner atmosphere was quite harmonious, my father didn't say anything to me, he just asked me to eat.

My father and I sat on one side, and my father sat on the other side. While eating, I suddenly remembered something: "I want to transfer to another school... is that okay?"

"Huh?" Father frowned, "What's the matter? You're already in the third year of high school, why do you suddenly want to change schools?"

"Are any classmates bullying you?" Dad put down his chopsticks and asked nervously.

The father didn't care, and raised his eyebrows: "Who in their class dares to..."

Dad: "Cough... baby, do you think this hot and sour shrimp is spicy?"

"Too spicy?" Dad blinked and looked at Dad, "I'll just put a little bit, baby, do you have a stomachache?"

Dad squeezed out a smirk: "I beg you to be an old man and don't say such disgusting things. I asked the baby if it was spicy. I didn't think it was spicy. Mr. Lu, can't you understand Chinese?"

Father said nonchalantly, "Alright Mr. Qin, I was wrong."

I:"……"

I don't quite understand, why are you feeding me dog food when you agreed to eat?

"Is it because you can't get along with your classmates, baby?" Dad continued to ask.

What they were most worried about was the relationship between me and my classmates. They were afraid that I would have no friends. I thought about it carefully and shook my head: "No."

"I hate our head teacher." I said, "He always scolds people in class...I don't want to take his class."

My father was stunned, and then carefully observed my expression: "Really?"

Dad was serious: "What are you talking about Lu Beichuan, what is true or not?"

Father nodded thoughtfully: "Then change the class teacher, if you hate him, just change him."

"But this... won't it be too ostentatious? Others will think that our family has a lot to do with the school... I just transfer to another school, or just transfer to another class."

Just keep me away from that Mu Chen.

The father raised his eyelids and said, "Well, Huaihuai, you agree to get in touch with the little friend we found for you, and I will help you contact the school to change shifts. How about it? Your father and I will be very busy in a while. If it’s just auntie, I’m afraid you’ll be bored, it’ll be better if someone of your age is with you, you can meet him first, if you don’t like it, we’ll find him another job, okay?”

I hesitated for a while, and agreed to meet him. It wouldn't hurt. When the time comes, it doesn't matter who he is, just say he doesn't like it.

Me: "Good father."

Father: "Then let him come to the house tomorrow to have a look and have dinner."

Author: The story of Lu Beichuan and Qin Ge, if you are interested, you can turn to the author's column to read "Strong Pets from the Straight Man in the Upper Shop"

good night