he is afraid, he pretends

After Jiang Yuanhui was discharged from the hospital, she still needed to go to the hospital for a review every half a month.

By the time all the reexaminations were over, it was already winter.

In the past few months, Jiang Yuanhui has been stared at by several people in her family and refused to do anything, and she has long been bored and panicked.

So once the follow-up consultation was over, and she had a doctor as her backer, she rolled up her sleeves and said that she would do a big cleaning of the house.

Wen Siyuan and Wen Qicheng wanted to help, but Jiang Yuanhui refused.

The last few people bargained, and the father and son gave in, but Jiang Yuanhui was only allowed to sweep one floor a day.

Jiang Yuanhui was happy to have something to do, so she took a broom early in the morning and started sweeping from the front of her yard.

Wen Siyuan was not allowed to help, but Jiang Yuanhui would definitely not be able to do some work that required stepping on high places, so he also got up early in the morning, sitting on a chair by the door with a notebook in his hand, while dealing with things. Stare at Jiang Yuanhui.

There is no morning peak in the morning in the countryside, but there are also many people, most of whom are parents sending their children to school.

People in the neighborhood knew each other, and Jiang Yuanhui greeted people and chatted with them every now and then. After half an hour, people left about the same distance, and she just finished sweeping the floor.

Just as I was putting away the broom and going inside, there was a sudden noise from the next door.

It's a quarrel.

When Jiang Yuanhui heard it, she sighed: "Since Mu Mu left, the old Ruan family has been arguing non-stop. If the quarrel continues like this, when will it grow?"

Although she was emotional, she didn't intend to get involved. After all, husband and wife quarrel behind closed doors, and outsiders can't interfere.

"Xiao Yuan," Jiang Yuanhui suddenly looked at her son, "You really don't know why Mu Mu left?"

Wen Siyuan shook his head without blushing.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuanhui didn't ask any more questions, she shook her head and was about to continue walking into the house.

Unexpectedly, at this time, there was a sudden sound of something breaking from the next door, followed by Ruan's mother's heart-piercing roar.

As soon as Jiang Yuanhui heard the movement, she naturally couldn't ignore it anymore. She immediately dropped the broom and rushed to the Ruan's house next door.

Seeing this, Wen Siyuan also put down his computer and followed.

Ruan's father and Ruan's mother's voice could be heard from the second floor.

Jiang Yuanhui couldn't hear clearly when she was outside, and as they ran all the way up, the content of the two people's conversation gradually became clear.

Ruan's mother was screaming: "What else do you want! Your daughter was forced to commit suicide! She almost died! Don't you think you have done too much? Why do you want to force her back now?"

Father Ruan's voice was also full of anger.

"Am I overdoing it? Did I do something wrong! Men like women, and women like men are justified! She is fine, what is she going to do, ah? Gay? She is sick!"

Jiang Yuanhui was about to open the door, but when she heard this, she stopped in her tracks.

This is not a trivial matter, and it is a private matter at home.

She turned around in an instant, and found that Wen Siyuan had followed him at some point.

Seeing that there were other neighbors downstairs rushing in, Jiang Yuanhui didn't notice Wen Siyuan's expression was wrong for a while, and whispered to Wen Siyuan not to speak out, and then backed away a few steps, talking Pretending to come up with a loud voice, he went out to remind the quarreling couple: "Old Ruan! Old Chen! Why are you two fighting again so early in the morning!"

·

After persuading him to fight in the morning, Jiang Yuanhui was not in the mood to work when he went home.

When Wen Qicheng came back at noon, the three of them sat at the dining table to eat.

Jiang Yuanhui has a temperament that can't hide her words in her heart. She knows that this is something that must never be said outside, so she can only mention it at home.

Not sure whether Wen Qicheng knew about this, Jiang Yuanhui didn't mention the Ruan family, but just sighed while eating: "Nowadays young people, it seems that men like men and women like women, this is considered young and young. Is it trendy? We really dare not even think about this matter before us.”

Wen Qicheng looked at his wife strangely: "Why are you bringing this up?"

Jiang Yuanhui smiled: "Watching TV today, I happened to see what was said... homosexuality."

Wen Qicheng put a piece of pork liver into her bowl: "It's none of our business, let's eat."

Jiang Yuanhui was just talking about it, and didn't intend to continue.

Wen Siyuan, who had been eating quietly all this time, put down his bowl at this moment, and suddenly said: "It's not a trend, some people are born to like the same sex."

When Wen Qicheng heard this, his brows furrowed instantly: "It's none of our business to talk about it, and it doesn't bother us if other people naturally like the same sex, it's not our turn to say it."

Wen Siyuan lowered his eyes.

After a short thought, he raised his hand to adjust his glasses, looked at the elder opposite him, and said in a serious tone: "Guan, Dad, Mom, I just like men."

There was a moment of silence in the dining room.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of chopsticks slamming on the table was heard: "Wen Siyuan! You want to speak clearly!"

Wen Siyuan looked at Wen Qicheng calmly: "Dad, you know me, I never say anything that doesn't go out of my mind."

Wen Qicheng stood up when he heard this, and was about to go to Wen Siyuan's side.

It was only at this moment that Jiang Yuanhui realized, and immediately said: "Wen Qicheng! Sit back for me!"

Wen Qicheng's face turned red with anger, but he suppressed his anger when facing Jiang Yuanhui: "Listen to what nonsense your son said!"

"What nonsense? Why is it nonsense?" Jiang Yuanhui glared at him.

Wen Qicheng was so angry that he couldn't find Bei for a moment, and he said something indiscriminately: "You are used to it!"

Jiang Yuanhui was instantly unconvinced: "I'm used to it? Do you have the ability to show me a handsome doctoral student son who is filial and sensible without any bad habits?"

Wen Qicheng was so angry that he couldn't speak for a while.

The two have been married for many years, and he has never won a fight against Jiang Yuanhui once.

"You you you" couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Jiang Yuanhui akimbo: "The doctor said I can't get angry now, are you sure you want to quarrel with me?"

Wen Qicheng was out of breath: "Yesterday you said that the doctor said you are all right!"

"Then why don't you try arguing with me?"

Of course it is impossible to quarrel with Jiang Yuanhui.

Wen Qicheng held back for a long time, gave Wen Siyuan a hard look, and went back to the room upstairs in anger.

As soon as he left, only the mother and son were left in the living room.

Jiang Yuanhui pondered for a while, sighed, put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Wen Siyuan and asked, "Son, is what you just said true?"

Wen Siyuan nodded, with a serious attitude.

Jiang Yuanhui sighed again, this time it was quiet for a while, she suddenly seemed to think of something: "Could it be the child who came to our house in the first month?"

"It's him."

Jiang Yuanhui's attention suddenly went astray: "How old is that child?"

"twenty."

Jiang Yuanhui slowed down: "He chased you, did you chase him?"

Wen Siyuan was thinking about the answer, and Jiang Yuanhui knew it in his heart.

"You can't, son, the old man is about to run away, let a child chase you."

Wen Siyuan didn't say much: "Well, what I did was wrong, I will take care of him more in the future."

Jiang Yuanhui fell silent again, and sat and sighed for a long time.

Wen Siyuan thought for a while, and then reminded: "Mom, sighing makes you grow old."

Jiang Yuanhui waved his hand: "If you are two years old, you will be two years old. Let me sigh first."

After finishing speaking, he sat down pragmatically and sighed for a while, before finally speaking again: "Then if your father and I disagree, will you be as upset as that child of Lao Ruan's family?"

"No. But I will continue to find a way to get you to agree."

Jiang Yuanhui heard this and didn't continue talking.

The matter was not mentioned again for the next few days.

On the weekend three days later, Wen Qicheng and his two children rested at home.

When Wen Qicheng saw Wen Siyuan in the past few days, he would put on a straight face, and whenever he was free, he would invite Wen Siyuan to play chess with him.

But just keep playing until Wen Siyuan loses a round to him.

When Wen Kechen ran down the stairs anxiously, the father and son were sitting in the living room on the first floor nervously playing chess.

Wen Kechen rushed up and hugged Wen Qicheng's arm.

Wen Qicheng was in the middle of making a move, but when he was hugged, he fell to the wrong place and lost everything.

He immediately frowned, wanting to teach Wen Kechen, but before he could finish his sentence, Wen Kechen said anxiously: "Dad, brother, go upstairs and have a look! Mom is crying!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of the father and son playing chess changed instantly.

Several people hurried upstairs, and when they arrived, they found Jiang Yuanhui sitting on the sofa in Wen Siyuan's room, holding something in his hand, crying out of breath.

Wen Kexin was anxiously surrounding her, stuttering and not knowing how to coax her.

Wen Qicheng saw that the incident happened in Wen Siyuan's room, without saying a word, he gave Wen Siyuan a look, and then hurried forward: "Honey, what happened? Why are you crying like this?"

Wen Siyuan also stepped forward, and after seeing clearly what Jiang Yuanhui was holding in his arms, he probably guessed the reason.

Jiang Yuanhui held two pieces of paper in her arms.

One that has turned yellow is his mock volunteer report ten years ago, and the other one that is well preserved is the offer he received from the top [-] companies in country F a few years ago.

Jiang Yuanhui was crying, and when she looked up and saw Wen Siyuan, she immediately wiped away her tears and began to speak intermittently: "I thought it was strange, I thought it was strange at the time, my son used to like traveling very much, and we used to take When you go on a trip, you have to paint and draw by yourself, make small notebooks, and all kinds of maps are pasted in the room, why did you choose a Chinese department so close to home when you chose a major in university?"

On Wen Siyuan's yellowed volunteer form, his first choice was the famous tourism study in H City.

It was true that he changed his choice at the time mainly because his mother’s hemorrhage during pregnancy made him feel lingering fear, but it was also partly due to his own fault-finding personality.

He has always been used to doing things to perfection. City H and his family almost span the entire motherland. If his mother has another accident, it will take at least one day for him to rush home.

So H city is definitely not good, but the tourism studies of other schools close to home are not very satisfactory to him, so he finally decided to enter the Chinese department of G University.

As for the other offer, Jiang Yuanhui must have seen that the time coincided with the time when she was hospitalized in a car accident that year, so she was so sad.

Wen Siyuan sighed softly, and stepped forward: "Mom, the decisions I made are all after careful consideration, so I don't regret anything in retrospect. Don't blame yourself. Learning to travel is not right for me. The impact is not big, I will go to country F in the future, it's just a matter of time."

Jiang Yuanhui looked at her son's calm face, and the tears couldn't stop rolling down: "When I gave birth to you, I didn't expect you to be as good as you are now. I just want you to eat and drink happily every day, and be yourself It’s good to be happy with the things you like for a lifetime. So every time people praise me for teaching you well, I feel that they are really superficial, and you are not taught by me. What I have always been most proud of is that I respect every choice you make , did not interfere with you, did not restrain you."

As she spoke, she couldn't control herself: "You were born by me, you didn't grow on my belly all your life, you can do whatever you want, don't say I still have your father, just I live alone, and I can live a good life. In this life, how can I live my life? Wen Qicheng, don’t you think so?”

Wen Qicheng was suddenly pulled into the topic.

If it was changed before, he would have answered it long ago, but now there is obviously another layer of meaning in the words, and he can't answer it.

Jiang Yuanhui didn't get an answer for a long time, her tears suddenly stopped, and she looked at Wen Qicheng: "Do you think I'm wrong?"

Wen Qicheng glared at Wen Siyuan with a sullen face, holding back for a long time: "The old Lin family on the other side compares their son with us every day."

Jiang Yuanhui suddenly became angry: "I'm so quick-spoken that I can't scold them?"

Wen Qicheng gritted his teeth: "Didn't you always want to hug your grandson these years?"

"Can't live without a grandson?"

Wen Qicheng was speechless.

Jiang Yuanhui continued along the pole: "You haven't answered me yet, have you?"

Wen Qicheng couldn't please his wife, so he could only stare at Wen Siyuan.

It wasn't until he was elbowed by Jiang Yuanhui that he reluctantly responded: "Yes, yes, wipe away your tears. Two days ago, he said that he should not be emotional."

Jiang Yuanhui took the tissue from Wen Kexin: "The doctor agreed."

"It's all right now?"

"Can't be good?"

Wen Qicheng understood that what he said was nothing now, so he stopped talking altogether, returned the elbow to Wen Siyuan, turned around and left.

Jiang Yuanhui recovered from crying, touched the offer in her arms, and asked Wen Siyuan: "It's been so many years, can people not want you anymore?"

"Now that I have a higher education, I can find a better job." Wen Siyuan replied softly.

"It's useless, as long as you like it."

Wen Siyuan didn't make a sound for a while, he felt a slight choke in his throat, raised his hand to help his glasses to cover the hot eye sockets, and smiled: "Yes, I will find someone I like."

·

Although Wen Qicheng agreed to Jiang Yuanhui, he was obviously not happy in his heart.

It's one thing to be unhappy, but quite another to disagree.

A few days later, Wen Siyuan returned to City A, and he drove Wen Siyuan out.

The father and son hadn't been to the train station together for a long time.

Wen Qicheng sent people to the station, thought for a while, but still couldn't hold back, and asked Wen Siyuan with a sullen face: "You can wait for more than ten years to travel abroad, why do you have to get stuck at this juncture?" I was anxious to say, how long can love without children last? Maybe you can survive for a few more years, and you won't think like this now."

"If you and Mom don't have children, can't you go for a long time?"

Wen Qicheng glared at him with a dark face: "What kind of bastard are you talking about?"

"Dad, you should be very clear that we are very similar in many ways. What kind of attitude you have towards feelings is what I am."

Wen Qicheng kept his face sullen for a long time, and waved his hands: "Forget it, I can't tell you, you are not like me, you are obviously like your mother, you have to be reasonable and unforgiving. Let's go, out of sight, out of mind."

Wen Siyuan showed a smile, agreed and walked out two steps, then stopped suddenly, and answered Wen Qicheng's first question.

"I can't wait because people are different from things. Things can be done after many years. I ensure that the initiative is mine. When the time comes, I will definitely do it. But people can't. If I don't love him now, I will do it later. It's not my turn to love."

The author has something to say:

In the last chapter, I was only three hundred short of three thousand words!You even said I was short!I am not short, I am long!

Regarding a friend who said to write more before finishing, readers who have read more of my books should have discovered that I basically have no conflicts together, and it is almost finished, not as fast as I thought, just I am not very good at writing sweet daily life, I am always afraid that I will not be able to control my speed, and I will write sweetness as sweet and greasy

So let’s just treat it as a high school extravaganza in the future. If there is no accident, the high school extravaganza should be pretty sweet.