After becoming a top fake boyfriend, I gained fans because of poverty

Hao Xiaoji: Going home to visit relatives?

Yu Shuang: "..."

Yu Shuang: Yes, visiting relatives.

Yu Shuang: Do you know when Tang Xi will come back?

Hao Xiaoji: It won't take a few days for him, just a few scenes.

Yu Shuang: [OK.jpg]

Hao Xiaoji: How about you, save a few days?

Yu Shuang: If it’s short, I’ll be back right away, if it’s long, I don’t know. Anyway, call me if you need anything.If I don't answer the call, just dial this number.

Yu Shuang sent Zhai Yun's phone number.

Hao Xiaoji:?

Hao Xiaoji: No signal in your village?

Yu Shuang once again: "..."

Sometimes he finds Xiao Ji's brain circuit really hard to understand.

Hao Xiaoji: Oh, since it’s visiting relatives, why don’t you bring more things for your family members!This month's salary will be sent to you in advance

Hao Xiaoji: [Transfer]

Yu Shuang opened it and found that the salary was 4000 yuan!

Yu Shuang: One thousand more?

Hao Xiaoji: Seeing your outstanding performance, it is considered a bonus for you.

Yu Shuang: Oh...the boss is so grand!

Hao Xiaoji: Easy to say, easy to say

Hao Xiaoji: For the sake of my arrogance, don't mention changing managers to Tang Xi in the future, okay? [Smile]

Yu Shuang made an extra 1000 yuan, and was in a good mood, so she replied "yes" immediately.

Before leaving Tang Xi's house, he stared at the two sticky notes left by Tang Xi, always feeling novelty, like a child tasting candy that he had never eaten before.

There is a pen in the room where he sleeps, but no paper, and he doesn't know where Tang Xi got the post-it note—it might be the study.

Without Tang Xi's consent, he couldn't go in casually, so he tore off the lower half of the blank part of the post-it note Tang Xi left, and wrote like Tang Xi left a note:

I went home for a few days and told Xiao Ji.

When I come back, I will take you there——

He originally wanted to write "When I come back, I will take you to see Chengdu University in the daytime", but he always felt that this was unlucky, and it was inexplicably similar to the Flag of "I will come to you when I come back from the battlefield" .

Yu Shuang then scribbled the following sentence in two strokes, and signed it with the scribbled "Yu".He took a cup and pressed the note under it, went back downstairs, changed his clothes, put on a mask and went out.

He knew that this time when he went home this time, it might be "more bad luck than good luck", and if he had a fight with Yu Cheng if he really didn't have a good talk, he would definitely not get the slightest benefit. If he really pissed off his father, he might go to the hospital—— His three-legged cat kung fu is really not enough in front of his father.

Leave Zhai Yun's phone number to Xiao Ji, if he goes to the hospital and becomes unconscious, at least he won't be mistaken for disappearing.

Yu Shuang drove the car back to Yu's house.

Send a message to his dad on the way: go back today.interview.

After sending the message, he didn't look at his phone again, resting his forehead on the edge of the car window, staring at the scenery that flashed by outside the window.He looked up, the sky today was covered by thick clouds, it was a bit gloomy, he didn't know if it was going to rain——

It's best not to go down.Yu Shuang thought, I didn't bring an umbrella.

The driver was very familiar with this route. Seeing whether the low-key guy was going to the villa area or the villa area belonging to the Yu family, he couldn't help talking to him: "Boy, are you... going home?"

Yu Shuang was lazy, as if unable to muster up the energy to respond: "Well, almost."

Is there anything more to this "going home"?

The driver was puzzled, but seeing that Yu Shuang didn't intend to strike up a conversation, he could only murmur in his heart: the rich people are so low-key nowadays, it's okay to dress casually, and there is no special car and driver.Is he out of fashion or times have changed?

Yu Shuang, who was sitting in the back seat, lowered her head and broke her fingers, making a soft "click" when she pressed her knuckles.

He thought that their father and son would never sit down and talk about things.

In fact, the main conflict between Yu Shuang and his father was not that Yu Cheng would attack him a long time ago.

After all, Yu Cheng didn't do it for no reason, he could only be regarded as Yu Shuang too skinny, and he took the form of corporal punishment.

It's like when he was learning the violin when he was a child, and a girl who also learned the violin chased him, but he was reluctant to persuade the other party to give up, and directly used the erhu to embarrass her.The next day when his father found out, he was beaten up.

It sounds a bit harsh, but Yu Cheng has a sense of propriety, and usually stops at the point.

At that time, Yu Shuang, who was still young, was more like his father, and his temper was much more violent than now. He didn't know when he learned to resist. When Yu Cheng beat him, Xiao Yu Shuang would stare back, scold him, and even hit him back.Of course, you can't beat it, but you can still run if you can't beat it.Occasionally, because of his misbehavior, his homework or grades were unsightly, so he would not go home from school and would hide at Zhai Yun's house to play games.

At first, going to Zhai Yun's house was considered a short distance "run away from home".As time went on and the number of times increased, Yu Cheng would go to Zhai Yun's house to arrest him himself, and Xiao Yushuang would still inevitably be taught a lesson.

But at that time, the relationship between their father and son was indeed not as stiff as it is now. They would quarrel, quarrel, and "discuss"-now they don't fight, but father and son, when they meet, they will suffer bitterly and hate each other. I don't want to say a word, it is probably more appropriate to say that this relationship is an enemy.

The car slowly drove into the destination, the driver reminded, Yu Shuang pulled away from the memory, and slowly opened his eyes.

Yu Shuang doesn't come back often, but after all, it is the home where he grew up, and he knows how to get there without looking at the road.

He stood at the door of the house, unlocked it with his fingerprint, and the door opened with a beep.Almost at that moment, Yu Shuang's slightly melancholy expression changed to his usual lazy expression, he pushed open the door and walked in.

"Is there anyone?" He yelled loudly as soon as he entered the door, "I will leave if there is no one, I am very busy."

"What are you busy with!?"

With this roar, Father Yu came down the stairs, "What are you doing outside all day long? Do you think you are not ashamed enough!"

With a sincere expression, Yu Shuang asked suspiciously: "Tell me, who did I lose?"

Yu Cheng walked up to him and glared at him - he hardly ever showed such a fluctuating expression in front of outsiders.He asked, "What's going on between you and that celebrity surnamed Tang?"

For some reason, Yu Shuang suddenly discovered that his father, whom he always dared not approach in his memory, seemed to be getting old.He found that Yu Cheng had white hair on his temples, and he realized that his height had already caught up with Yu Cheng before he knew it, and Yu Cheng's glaring and roaring did not frighten him as much as the mountains and thunders.

When did Yu Cheng get old?

have no idea.Yu Shuang thought, maybe this person was like this when I was a child.He hasn't changed, and it's not necessarily that I have changed.

Yu Shuang shrugged: "He's my boyfriend. Didn't I tell you very clearly last time? I have a boyfriend, and it's him."

Yu Shuang thought for a while, and added: "Everyone likes him. He is handsome and has acted in many dramas. Maybe you have watched one of them."

Yu Cheng: "It's fine for you to talk about it, you——you really dare to have a boyfriend, and you're in the entertainment industry? Do you ignore everything I've told you!"

Yu Shuang's tone remained unchanged: "No. There is only one male in the three generations of the Yu family, and my grandma and my mother both died early, so you and grandpa put your hopes on me, wishing that I would quickly find a wife and have children, and inherit the Yu family in the future. Family business... I remember all of these."

Yu Shuang showed no restraint, showing a nasty smile: "I remember, but, yes, I, just, no. If my sexual orientation can't be changed, just give up."

Yu Cheng panted heavily, obviously very angry with him.

"I'm really... I was unlucky for eight lifetimes to give birth to a child like you!"

Yu Shuang stared at the ground: "Yeah, I also think you are very unlucky."

Since when, there always seemed to be such a sharp thorn between them, always appearing when the father and son talked, piercing his father at one end and him at the other end.

For Yu Shuang, this question is actually not difficult to answer.

It was after his mother died.

After his mother died, there was no one between him and Yu Cheng to ease their relationship—and the dead woman became a wall of thorns, whether it was Yu Cheng or Yu Shuang, once touched, they would be covered with bruises.

Yu Cheng slapped the long wooden table beside him hard, and the long table made a loud "bang" sound, making one wonder if it was about to fall apart under this palm.Yu Cheng asked:

"Why did your mother die? Have you forgotten? Yu Shuang, ask yourself, are you worthy of your mother?"

These words suddenly stepped on Yu Shuang's minefield.

Yu Shuang kicked over the chair beside him. He said in a hoarse voice, "I said, don't use her as an issue. What do you think of her?"

He suppressed his voice, but Yu Cheng raised his voice.Yu Cheng said, "I'll ask you to answer, why did she die? Why don't you tell me?"

Yu Shuang couldn't bear to stay here any longer, he turned around to leave, just as his right hand touched the doorknob, suddenly there was a pain in his left arm - Yu Cheng grabbed his forearm.Yu Shuang suddenly had a bad premonition, he used the other hand to pull Yu Cheng, but was thrown to the ground by the other hand, his back hit the ground hard through the carpet and made a muffled sound!

Yu Shuang gritted her teeth, swallowed the cry of pain that was about to come out, and spit out a dirty word: "Grass!"

Yu Cheng bound his hands.

Even though this man was getting old, his skills still hadn't regressed, yet Yu Cheng dragged him away like this, dragging him directly up the stairs!

Yu Shuang was wearing a thin short-sleeve, and being pulled by Yu Cheng like this seemed to be falling apart, his strength was gone, and he couldn't break free from his father.

He insisted on not making a sound along the way, and was finally dragged into a room by his father.

After dragging the person in, Yu Cheng closed the door with a "bang". Yu Shuang didn't even slow down for a while, struggling to get up with his elbows on the ground, and kicked the door hard with a lot of force.

The whole room trembled faintly, echoing the sound of him kicking the door.

"Kick!" He heard his father's voice coming in through the door, he was very muffled, "Look whose room this is, kick again!"

Yu Shuang panted, and when she turned her head, she saw a huge portrait hanging on the wall behind her.

It depicts a woman sitting upright.Women are beautiful, even a little shockingly beautiful.She and Yu Shuang have six or seven points of similar appearance, but the outline is softer. Surrounded by lilies, her face is extremely gentle, with a smile in her eyes, quietly looking at Yu Shuang who is burning with anger.

The sky was dark, the lights in the room were not turned on, it was gloomy, and the smile made people feel a little uncomfortable.

Yu Shuang was sore and could stand up and kick the door with the fire in her heart, but now seeing this oil painting, she has no strength at all.

He opened his mouth and his voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"……mom?"

There was a flash of lightning that tore through the clouds outside the window, and there was a sudden thunder, followed by the sound of raindrops falling to the ground.

The air also became more humid, and Yu Shuang's throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

His mind was in chaos, but he still had a small corner to pay attention to the sound of the rain outside the window.

He couldn't help thinking: Sure enough.

It won't stop raining just because I didn't bring an umbrella.