canine boyfriend

The man was still immersed in the little happiness of being recognized by a small fan. That song was his famous song, and it can still be remembered by people today. This is the greatest honor for a singer.If one's own voice can be remembered, it is also equivalent to a part of one's life and time, which will remain in a certain time and space forever.

When others sing it again, it is a continuation of one's own life in a certain sense. Even if ten, twenty, or thirty years have passed, and the prelude to the old song sounds, there will always be a group of young or once young people who think of a beautiful memory.This is the magic of music, it is fluid and solid, it conveys emotion, and it also locks time.Not to mention, it's still such a small fan.

The man still had a little smile on his face, guessing the age of the junior high school student from the time when he became famous.He was probably only five or six years old when he listened to his own song... Thinking that he still has such a young fan, the man's heart that had been stabbed full of holes seemed to regain a little confidence.

But the two old men who suddenly appeared in front of him caught him off guard.Before the smile disappeared from his face, he began to rejoice that he and the boy did not hold hands.And in this second, the man realized how naive and unrealistic his thoughts were.

These are two old people who have nothing to do with me, the elders of teenagers, the father-in-law and mother-in-law of my ex-boyfriend, I really shouldn't bother them, or get so close to them.The man started to want to run away again. It was an impulsive behavior to follow the boy out, but he didn't think about it.

In the past ten years, at the request of his young father, he cut off his contact with the society, and at the same time cut off ten years of social experience.When he saw that the young man saved his award-winning photo ten years ago, the feeling of happiness of being held in the palm of his hand made him willing to follow him out, wherever he wanted, as long as he followed him and slept on the street. He also admitted.

But at this moment, the man would rather sleep on the street alone than run away, so as not to let the boy go into the muddy water because of himself.

One of the boy's hands was still holding a tissue to stop the nosebleed.When I saw my grandfather and grandmother standing in front of me, I didn't stop them all at once, and the blood flowed out unsatisfactorily.He hurriedly pulled out the tissue again, almost in a hurry, but there was no need to do it at all, he could have filed a complaint with blood on his face, begged for mercy, and found a backer to take him in.

Impossible, teenagers can't do this kind of thing, they have never contacted themselves in these years, and they don't plan to recognize themselves after thinking about it.

"What a coincidence." The boy blocked his nose and looked at the ground, feeling uncomfortable.It was a good idea to bring a man to find them, but when it came to them, I wasn't mentally prepared.

Two old people walked over from far to near. Grandpa obviously walked slowly and was still wearing crutches.The grandma was much faster, she walked up to the young man a few steps first, her expression slowly changed from surprise to doubt, and after a few seconds, there was actually a bit of sadness.

"What's wrong with your face?" Grandpa also slowly came over, his crutch sticking on the old floor tiles, thumping.

Every sound seemed to hit the man's heart directly, making him back timidly.But he can't retreat, and if he retreats, his flaws will be exposed, making the two old people doubt their identities.

"Damn it." The boy rubbed the heels of his mouth, he has grown so tall that he would have to look down at his grandpa, "Riding a bicycle, I accidentally collided with another car."

The man looked over in surprise and saw the young man's unruly expression and the attitude of never letting anyone care about him.This is not a knock, he really wants to hold the hands of the two old people, express the grievances that the teenagers have suffered in these years, and tell them that the only child left by the daughter who broke up with you is not happy .The wound on his face was beaten by his own father, and it was not knocked so hard.

But I have no position to say these things. If they ask, how do you know his life these years, how would I answer?If one were to ask why he and his father fought so fiercely, how would he answer?The man moved his lips, really wanting to speak desperately.

"His injury..." He really moved his mouth, he doesn't care, at least the two old people will not ignore their grandson, if they know, they will definitely feel distressed.

"This is my school's teacher." But the boy said in advance, interrupting the man's words was like covering his mouth.Of course he knew what the man wanted to do, but he didn't want to.At that time, his mother broke the father-daughter relationship with them face to face, and almost everyone in the circle knew that it was impossible for him to come back to recognize his relatives now.

Even if you want to come back to recognize it, it has to be when you are the most proud, when you get a big fortune by being named on the gold list, and come in a glorious way.He didn't want people to know that he was beaten by the old bastard, as if he had never beaten him.

"Is he a teacher at your school?" Grandma was still looking at her grandson's injury. Several times, she was about to stretch out her hand. "The teachers are all young now, and they teach at such a young age." She smiled and nodded at the man. Nodded, "Teaching is not easy, right? Especially the kids nowadays are very thoughtful."

"Ah... ah, yes." The man looked at the boy, and could only accept his identity and continue talking, "It's a good thing that students have ideas."

"Cough." Grandpa coughed first, the eyes under the bushy eyebrows were still bright, "Why are you here?"

The boy scratched the corners of his eyes, trying to cover the wound on his face. "My teacher changed jobs and moved. He just happened to be looking for a house near here. I'll take a look with him. If it's okay... I'll go first." After speaking, he nodded to his grandpa and grandma, and turned around lonely with his schoolbag .

He didn't understand why he was lonely, but there was a hurdle in his heart that made him unable to get over it. I haven't been in touch for 18 years, and suddenly I can't get close, and I don't know...whether they are willing to talk to me.

The man watched the boy turn around, and quickly apologized to the two old men. "He... I'm sorry, he has been under a lot of pressure recently, and he has the same attitude at school. Don't be angry."

"What's so angry, it's exactly the same as his mother." Grandpa turned around and left, walking towards the gate of the community with a cane.The grandfather and grandson broke up unhappy. This was something the man had never expected, but he could clearly see the complete helplessness and reluctance in the young grandma's eyes.

The boy kept walking forward without looking back, anyway, no one behind him would ask him to go home for dinner.A few seconds later, the man caught up with the big suitcase. He didn't know how to persuade him, but walked side by side.Many people walked past them, ready to go home, and they really became two homeless people, circling the neighborhood.

"Let's go, I'll take you to a hotel." Finally, the boy took the man's hand, "I'll go to school tomorrow, and on the weekend I'll ask someone from the wheat field to show us the house and find someone to check in with bags. My dad is afraid of them , I absolutely dare not enter this community to seek trouble, so I can rest assured that I put you here."

The man nodded and took out his wallet. "I have money too, let me pay for the room."

"Do you love me?" The boy happily took it and put it in his schoolbag, "Then I'll find a better hotel."

That being said, there are really no high-end hotels around the community, and the last two stayed in a chain hotel next to the community like a young couple.The moment the ID card was handed in, the teenager felt that he was mature, and he could bring the person he liked out to open a house, and he could do whatever he wanted.But at night he didn't do anything, just hugged the man from behind and slept together.

The old bastard bullied him during the day, and he was afraid that if he did something at night, it would be considered bullying.

Early the next morning, the teenager handed over the room card to the man, took a taxi to go to school, and before leaving, he specifically asked the man not to run around, and waited in the hotel for him to come back from school.After yesterday's incident, the man also had lingering fears, and he didn't dare to open the door casually. If someone passed by outside the door, he would lie down on the cat's eye to see who was outside, and whether it was the person who was like a nightmare. Catch yourself up.

He lay back on the bed and started to catch up on sleep after receiving the school arrival message from the boy, and it was already noon when he opened his eyes.It just so happened that the boy's WeChat came again, and he took a picture of the box lunch sent by the school at noon.

Looking at the not-so-delicious boxed lunch, the man still mustered up his courage, took his key card and wallet and went out.He didn't dare to go far. There was a fruit and vegetable supermarket next to the hotel, a few meters away. He dared to act only on the premise of ensuring his own safety. He thought about buying some fruits and vegetables that could be eaten raw.

As a result, as soon as he stepped in, he saw two familiar figures, they were the two old people who had just met yesterday.The man turned around subconsciously, wanting to go back to the hotel, but seeing how hard they were carrying things, he was afraid that they would not be able to carry them.

No, the man walked back a few steps and couldn't contact them. It would be a disaster if his secrets were revealed.But after thinking about it, my current identity is not the boy's boyfriend, but his teacher, so it shouldn't be a problem to help them in the name of a teacher.

Grandma is worrying, there are too many things in front of her: "Let me just say, I won't let you buy so much, there are only two people in the family to eat, and there is no small cart, so I can't move it back now."

"Who said we can't move back?" Grandpa sat and rested on a bag of rice next to him, "Wait for me to recover, and I'll take it all upstairs."

"I don't know you yet. I've been stubborn all my life. I really think I'm still young..." Grandma leaned on her waist and was about to pick up the bag of sweet oranges, when suddenly a hand stretched out beside her and picked it up one step ahead of time. Eco Bag.

"Let me do it." The man adjusted his mentality and expression, made sure that he was really dressed like a teacher, and smiled shyly at them, "I'll take it back for you."

The author has something to say:

Grandpa: Your teacher is very good, I like him very much.

Boy: Well, I like him too.