are you straight

Song Ji didn't know when he fell asleep last night. He heard Jiang Zhilu's voice, his eyelids were fighting, and vaguely heard Jiang Zhilu calling him. Fell asleep.

Yesterday, his mood fluctuated a bit. After returning to the room and calling Jiang Zhilu, his mood gradually calmed down. He resisted not telling Jiang Zhilu what happened at home.

During the dinner, Song Qianming and Ji Yu didn't say anything, they still chatted about some academic problems as before, and then Song Qianming said that he would take grandma over for her birthday the day after tomorrow, and he made a reservation at Lao Jiang's place a week ago private room.

As soon as Song Ji heard the name Lao Jiang, Song Ji suddenly came back from the fugue, and Song Qianming said to ask Jiang Zhilu if he would come to eat. The 80th birthday is so lively.

Song Ji immediately agreed for Jiang Zhilu at the dinner table.

I told Jiang Zhilu about it during the voice chat at night, and he said he would come.

Song Ji found the phone from the bed, tapped on the screen but there was no response, the phone was dead and turned off.

He went to take a shower after charging, and the phone turned on automatically after charging.

Song Ji went downstairs to have breakfast with his power bank. Although there was no time to get up at home, Ji Yu said that he must have breakfast.

Song Qianming was already sitting at the dining table, and there was a set of tea sets in front of him, while Ji Yu was drinking coffee beside him.

After Song Ji said good morning to them, Song Qianming poured him a cup of tea as soon as he sat down.

Ji Yu took a sip of coffee and said, "This tea is a gift from Xiao Jiang. I couldn't wait to open it up and taste it when I arrived this morning."

Song Ji picked it up and took a sip. The tea leaves were very fragrant.

Song Qianming refuted her: "I just want to try new tea leaves."

Ji Yu smiled and said nothing.

Song Qianming wrinkled his nose and sniffed: "Honey, have you changed to a new perfume? I haven't smelled this smell before."

Ji Yu said, "Xiaojiang gave me the perfume."

Song Ji: ...

Dude, he's the only one with no presents.

Song Qianming snorted and said, "The taste is quite good."

Song Ji held back a smile and spoke.

Song Ji didn't count how many cups of tea Song Qianming drank, he even drank the last cup in the small teapot when his father sent her mother to work.

I didn't eat much for breakfast, but drank a lot of tea.

Song Qianming and Ji Yu went out, and Song Ji was the only one left at home, drinking porridge at the dining table and replying to Jiang Zhilu's WeChat.

After the phone was turned off last night, Jiang Zhilu said goodnight to him on WeChat, and Song Ji only replied this morning. Maybe Jiang Zhilu hadn't woken up yet, and Song Ji didn't receive a reply.

Song Ji went to the kitchen to wash the dishes after breakfast by himself, and just poured the dish soap on the dishcloth when the doorbell rang.

Before going to work, Ji Yu told him that someone would come to deliver the food later.

Song Ji hurriedly washed his hands and opened the door.

Song Ji saw the people outside holding two bags of things, but he didn't see what they looked like, because the delivery person at the door was wearing a hat.

Song Ji said: "I'm sorry to trouble you, just put it on the ground."

"Let me help you carry it into the house."

Hearing a familiar voice, Song Ji raised his head and took a step forward to the man: "Jiang Zhilu!"

Jiang Zhilu smiled and said, "Come on, put the things in first."

Song Ji took the bag in his other hand: "How did you take these things?"

"When I just arrived at your door, I met the delivery man. I said I belong to this family, so he gave me the things." Jiang Zhilu put the ingredients in the refrigerator by the way.

Song Ji stood back to the sink and continued to wash the dishes without saying a word.

After Jiang Zhilu packed up the ingredients, he walked behind Song Ji and picked up the bowls and chopsticks that were soaked in the sink.

"Why did it take so long to wash?"

After Song Ji drained the water in the sink, he said, "I just finished washing."

Then he turned around and asked, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Zhilu took out a tissue on the table to help Song Ji wipe his hands: "I miss you."

Hearing Jiang Zhilu's words, Song Ji bent his lower lip, then leaned over and stared at him: "I know, but I told you that my grandma's birthday is the day after tomorrow, so we can meet."

"So why are you here?"

Jiang Zhilu raised his eyes and looked at Song Ji: "Well, I won't delay our meeting that day if you come, so, Song Ji, did something happen when you called me yesterday?"

Song Ji was taken aback, then pursed his lips: "Nothing happened."

"Lie, you cried yesterday." Jiang Zhilu said.

Song Ji retorted: "I didn't shed any tears."

In Song Ji's heart, it's not crying if he doesn't shed tears.

Jiang Zhilu smiled: "Then you didn't cry, tell me what's wrong?"

The kitchen is not a place to talk, so the two went upstairs to Song Ji's room.

Song Ji opened the curtains and sat on the carpet with Jiang Zhilu.

"I came out to them." Song Ji leaned against the bed, "I told them I was dating you."

Jiang Zhilu frowned. He was not with Song Ji yesterday, and he was the only one facing him. Song Ji was very strong and did not cry. He just called him and said he missed him very much.

At that moment, he realized that something was wrong with Song Ji. He asked, and Song Ji said it was all right. In the evening, Song Ji was talking to him, telling him that they could meet on his grandmother's birthday the day after tomorrow.

Song Ji was very excited, more excited than ever, it was only a one-time meeting, and after he asked clearly, he found out that it was Song Ji's father who invited him.

He thought all night why Song Ji was so happy because of his father's invitation. There were not many reasons, except that the parents knew about the relationship between the two of them, and Song Ji came out to them.

Song Ji turned to look at Jiang Zhilu's face, and raised his hand to rub his brows away: "What are you doing, it's okay, they said they understand me."

Jiang Zhilu asked, "Are you scared?"

Song Ji leaned on Jiang Zhilu's shoulder and said, "I'm a little scared."

Because it happened suddenly at that time, it was not within the scope of Song Ji's plan, and it caught him and his family members off guard.

"My mother said that she actually thought about the relationship between the two of us." Song Ji continued, "She saw the photo I took of you in high school, and she thought at that time that I might like you."

"My dad couldn't accept it at first. After I finished speaking, he asked me repeatedly if I liked Lao Jiang's son. When I said yes, he fell silent. I told them I'm sorry..."

Song Ji cried and spoke intermittently: "My dad told me that there is no need to apologize, it's not a mistake to like boys."

Jiang Zhilu held up Song Ji's face and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips: "Why are you crying?"

Song Ji wiped his face indiscriminately: "I don't know, I didn't cry yesterday, but I cried after I told you today."

Jiang Zhilu said, "Then cry again?"

Song Ji shook his head: "No, I'll just say it."

After Song Ji calmed down, Jiang Zhilu asked, "I came out to my dad when I was in high school."

Song Ji:?

He was shocked, he found that his brother Lu was really brave.

"That's when you..."

Jiang Zhilu said: "When I found out that I liked you, I told him that the person I liked was a boy, but I didn't tell him who it was."

"He didn't accept or listen to me at the beginning, so he came up with the idea of ​​sending me abroad. I told him that there are more homosexuals abroad, and you can also register for marriage, but he withdrew the idea and said that domestic universities also fine."

Song Ji asked: "What about now?"

Jiang Zhilu said: "Maybe it's because the business has grown, and he has met all kinds of people. The night before I went to college, he asked me if I still like boys. I said yes. He said he knew that homosexuality is a common phenomenon in this society. How hard it is, if you don't accept it as a parent, then no one can accept your child."

"He said he would let me take the person I like home in the future."

Song Ji's nose turned red again, and he said in a muffled voice, "Then uncle invited me to your house, does he know about our relationship?"

Jiang Zhilu nodded: "Well, I see, he also saw my circle of friends."

Song Ji said: "I knew I would not block them."

Jiang Zhilu smiled and rubbed his head.

Song Ji stood up and went to the bookshelf to take a photo album: "Do you want to see the photos I took in high school?"

Jiang Zhilu said, "Yes."

Song Ji sat down again and opened it for Jiang Zhilu to see: "The photos of the school sports meeting and basketball game before."

He pointed to one of them and said, "This one has also been posted on the school's official account."

Jiang Zhilu saw a photo album full of his photos, from the beginning of the first year of high school to the end of the third year of high school, and there were still photos of the freshman year on the computer.

If nothing else, there will be more photos in the future.

Jiang Zhilu turned to the last few photos and found the photos of him playing basketball during the third year of junior high school.

"Did we meet back then?" Jiang Zhilu asked.

Song Ji let out a disappointed "Ah": "Don't you have any impression? That was the first time I saw you. I picked up basketballs for you and asked if you could take pictures. When you came to get the balls, I said it was up to you. Then I will made a bid."

At that time, he only went there for one day, and he wanted to continue, but because his father took him to travel in the following holidays, he didn't go to the basketball court.

Jiang Zhilu said, "I don't seem to have any impression."

The main reason was that during the holidays of the third year of junior high school, he would go to the basketball court in the community to play every day, and someone would help them throw the ball in every day, sometimes even two or three times a day.

Jiang Zhilu thought for a long time, and a figure flashed in his mind, but he couldn't catch it and soon disappeared.

Song Ji said: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. I was a little short at that time."

The two stayed in the room all morning, unaware that Song Qianming had come back long ago, and when it was time for dinner, Song Qianming went upstairs and knocked on Song Ji's door.

"Son, what do you want when I order fried chicken for lunch?"

Originally, there was an aunt at home who cooked, but when there was no one at home, they didn't invite them. Until Song Ji came back from winter vacation, Jiang Zhilu took care of him for a week, and Ji Yu also forgot about inviting aunts.

Song Qianming can cook, but this morning he made an appointment with Song Ji to eat fried chicken at noon, and the two father and son would eat fried chicken and drink Coke together.

It was not his son who opened the door, but a boy. Song Qianming knew that this boy was the son of Lao Jiang's family after he saw his appearance clearly.

Jiang Zhilu said hello, "Hello, Uncle."

Song Ji stood behind Jiang Zhilu: "Dad, you... let me have some."

The three of them went downstairs together and sat together in the living room. As the head of the house, Song Qianming became reserved.

Song Ji swiped his phone and asked, "Dad, what kind of fried chicken do you want?"

"Honey mustard." Song Qianming said.

Song Ji nodded and said nothing.

After a while, Song Ji said, "Dad, do you have anything else to order? I'm going to pay for it."

Song Qianming asked: "Why don't you ask people what they eat?"

Song Ji didn't raise his head: "I know what he likes to eat."

Song Qianming: ...

"Don't you know what daddy likes to eat?"

Song Ji looked up: "I know, but you like too many flavors, I don't know what you like to eat today."

Song Qianming: ...

He stood up and walked into the kitchen: "If you have a partner, forget about dad."

Song Ji whispered to Jiang Zhilu, "My dad also drank the tea you brought this morning."

The fried chicken delivery arrived, Song Ji went out to get it, only Song Qianming and Jiang Zhilu were left in the living room.

Song Qianming asked: "Didn't you just leave yesterday, why are you here today?"

Jiang Zhilu poured a cup of tea for Song Qianming: "I have something to ask Song Ji."

Song Qianming glanced at him and hummed, "The tea is not bad."

Jiang Zhilu left after eating fried chicken at Song Ji's house, and Song Ji sent him to the door.

Song Qianming next to him seems to be a dean who catches puppy love.

The two didn't get too close and didn't do anything, they just said goodbye and see you tomorrow.

The author has something to say: ~ There are still a chapter or two left.

感谢在2021-07-1315:01:02~2021-07-1415:32:12期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of Xieshuyu; 1 bottle of WXS;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!