God said I would meet you

Lin Jinyu is very good at making the elders happy. This is also the reason why Mr. Lin likes him the most besides being the youngest grandson. Therefore, this New Year's Eve dinner was extremely harmonious.

Superficially harmonious.

"Does your dad work outside all the year round, so he can't bear to eat and wear?" Lin Jinyu said before the meal, "Why don't you go downstairs and buy a bottle of good wine. Anyway, for the New Year, you can be extravagant and make your dad happy."

"I think so too." Lin Jinyu mainly bought the dishes, including chicken, fish, meat and eggs. Zhang Xinli originally planned to buy a bottle of good wine with his own money. He said, "I think of going together. You are so kind to our dad."

"Get out," Lin Jinyu said, "Go to your uncle's 'our dad'."

Good wine and good food were served on the table, and four people belonging to the two surnames were drinking and talking at the same table. Lin Jinyu found that the food in this family was in the same line, and they all ate like the wind and wind, eating faster and harder, no matter how fat or thin , The meat and wine entered the throat like entering a black hole.

Zhang Xinli was sitting next to him, on the surface he was serious about drinking with his father and cousin, but in fact he was not honest——that's how Lin Jinyu felt.

"What are you doing with your legs sticking to me?" Lin Jinyu warned in a low voice, "Don't make small moves."

"I didn't." Zhang Xinli looked very innocent: "We were next to each other, we just bumped into each other accidentally."

It's normal for two people sitting next to each other to accidentally bump into each other occasionally, but... Lin Jinyu doesn't believe that he was careless. He can at most touch his knees accidentally. How can Zhang Xinli wish to stick to him from arms to thighs? Be careful, and the frequency is still so high.

However, there is no evidence for this kind of metaphysics, and Zhang Xinli has nothing to do if he refuses to admit it.

"After so many years of raising him, I'm finally doing well." Father Zhang came back after finishing his meal, and continued to talk.He drank the wine and thought of himself sitting in the building to celebrate the New Year, he was quite emotional: "I always feel like I carried you on my back yesterday, you are so big, and you will become a man in a blink of an eye."

"That's what my mother recited." Zhang Xinli rubbed his elbow against Lin Jinyu, clinked glasses with him with the other hand, and said calmly, "A few men in our place will take care of children."

There are minor brothers and younger brothers and sisters, and men with children, rarely.

"I hugged you too," Zhang's father said, "I was working in Guangdong when you were just born. Your mother carried you behind her back and tied you to work in the fields. When I came back, you would run away. I hug too."

"What's more," Zhang Xinhe interjected not to be outdone, "My elder brother loved to cry when he was a child, and every time after the new year, when Daddy and Grandma wanted to leave, he would hold on to his clothes and cry while dragging, haha .”

Big dad and grandma refer to Zhang Xinli's parents, and now he refers to his uncle and aunt as parents.

"Don't talk nonsense," Zhang Xinli felt a little embarrassed and embarrassed, and looked at him a little unhappy: "Before two years old, before three years old?"

Zhang Xinhe finished haha, and said, "Okay, okay, I won't talk anymore, I won't talk anymore."

Only then did Zhang Xinli look away from staring at him, but at this moment, Lin Jinyu said leisurely: "Don't tell me, why don't you let people tell the truth? You don't just want to have fun while chatting, I don't think it's okay. Brother, just say , your brother is not so narrow-minded, is he?"

Of the four people at the table, three were family members. Lin Jinyu, the owner of the house, became an "outsider" in a sense, but he was not dissatisfied.I don’t know if every man has a big tongue after drinking. He likes to recall the past and talk all kinds of things. He sits at the dinner table drinking with him and listens to Zhang’s father telling his cousin about Zhang Xinli’s childhood. It’s quite interesting. .

Those distant stories seemed to hide an unknown Zhang Xinli.

Zhang Xinhe smiled, turned his elbow outward, and said, "Haha, that's right. Brother, look at how open-minded he is, don't be so narrow-minded."

Zhang Xinli didn't know what to say, those embarrassing things before the age of five... Of course Lin Jinyu was open-minded, and it wasn't him who was exposed.

"Xiao Lin, you don't know," Zhang's father got a little smug from drinking, and his cheeks were slightly red because of the alcohol, "Here, my son... that's not comparable to you. He got into trouble when he was young, and he got into trouble every day... Either hurting people or stealing things, I work hard outside, and the money I earn is not enough to wipe his ass."

"What can I do?" Zhang Xinli said, "Don't talk about it."

Zhang Xinhe was still laughing, Lin Jinyu ate the food, and said, "Why are you talking like this? Uncle rarely comes here. Just say what you want to say. I am happy today. As juniors, we will always accompany you."

Zhang Xinli calmly slapped him with his elbows sticking together, as if telling him not to make trouble, but Lin Jinyu pretended not to feel it - anyway, he himself said that he touched him 'accidentally'.

Zhang's father went on to say: "He likes to cause trouble since he was a child. Once he provoked several other people's children, and he let the dog bite other people's children when he couldn't beat him. Look, what's the matter? Oh, Xiao Lin, I will beat my baby." On the phone, he said that he has been living with you recently, so he didn't cause you any trouble, did he?"

"No. Uncle, it's normal for friends to get together to have fun, and it's not troublesome." Lin Jinyu thought to herself: And this matter is all about children's troubles, and letting dogs bite people is too much.

Zhang Xinli took in his expression from the corner of his eyes: "Dad, don't talk about it," he said, "It's not like that, there are several other people's families, and I only have one person. They provoked me first, so it's none of my business." .”

"Why are you so stubborn?" Dad Zhang took a sip of wine, and put the glass heavily on the table: "The dog scratched the face of a child, and I paid thousands of dollars. It's none of your business? That's all Hard-earned money, how much money do I earn carrying sacks outside all year round? Not enough to pay you!"

Zhang Xinli's eyes fell on the narrow table in front of him, and he said, "Forget it, anyway, you always think I'm the one to blame."

Lin Jinyu listened to the conversation between the father and son, and remembered that when he was in Liangshan, Dad Zhang was like this at that time. He always asked him whether Zhang Xinli was bullying him.

At that time, he was still young, and the feeling was not real, but now he inadvertently smacked it, and he came back to it.

"You're still good, why do I always feel that I..."

Father Zhang drank a lot, and his expression was more excited. What's more, Zhang Xinli's face began to darken. Seeing that the atmosphere was about to go in an uncontrollable direction, it was too late to say it, and Lin Jinyu suddenly greeted him with a wine glass, saying: "Hey, uncle, it's all right, all right," he said, "New Year, don't talk about it, the hard days are over, this, under the leadership of the party and the government, life is getting better and better, we look forward to a bright future, when we were young Let’s not mention the trivial matter.”

Middle-aged men love face, and generally give their politeness to outsiders, not to mention that Lin Jinyu is still a member of "a family that he can't afford to climb", Father Zhang is a little inferior in front of him, so he stopped saying after hearing what he said: "Hey, yes, Don't mention it."

Zhang Xinhe said something else, the topic changed, and the cups were pushed and changed on the table. For a while, Zhang Xinli still fell silent.

Lin Jinyu watched him squintingly, and chatted with Zhang's dad for a while very tactfully, after taking the whole passage through, he put down his wine glass, and secretly put his hand under the table.

Zhang Xinli was obviously restraining himself, but he was obviously—not very happy.

On the night of New Year's Eve, this was obviously not good. Just when Zhang Xinli sighed in his heart, thinking about it, it was meaningless. His father has always been like this anyway, and he will not change it in the future. He suddenly felt something under the table. Gently scratched his palm.

He turned his head to look, but Lin Jinyu didn't look at him, just smiled and nodded to Zhang's father who was talking, as if he was wholeheartedly participating in the dinner and ignored Zhang Xinli.

There was a faint sound of fireworks rising into the sky outside the window. This city is not as prosperous as Shanghai, but citizens are still allowed to set off fireworks from New Year's Eve to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. With the curtains drawn, Zhang Xinli could not see the firecrackers rising into the sky. But I can imagine the fleeting beauty.

Just like the year they were together, the magnificence above the cruise ship.

Zhang Xinli's eyes moved, and he stretched his fingers and spread out his palm. Lin Jinyu saw that he seemed to be all right, and was about to withdraw his hand, but Zhang Xinli turned his back and grabbed it.

"..." Lin Jinyu twitched a few times, but he didn't pull it back. He didn't dare to move too much for fear of being discovered, so he had no choice but to let Zhang Xinli hold it.

"Now Dad is basically relieved." Zhang Dad was already a little drunk, immersed in his own world, and spoke freely, and he didn't know if others heard him: "Our first college student...how great! The benefactor said at the beginning That's right, raising a good one is better than raising a bunch of bad ones... Ashamed, I still felt uncomfortable at the time, everyone has more children and more blessings, only our family... the population is not prosperous..."

"Daddy," Zhang Xinhe said, "You see you're talking about suffering again, so don't mention it."

"Yes, yes... don't mention it, baby, you have finished reading, dad's responsibility... dad's promise, fulfilled... Next you...well...live well, find a good job, it's best Take an exam for a civil servant, and then go on a blind date... You are stable, and your mother and I will only have to drag your brother, you have to be worthy of my brother, his father and mother, I am finally looking forward to this day, it is not easy..."

The father on the table followed Lin Jinyu's suggestion and looked forward to the bright future of the second son, while Zhang Xinli held Lin Jinyu's hand tightly under the table.

Zhang Xinhe said: "Dad, you drank too much, please put it away. This is in someone else's house, not your own. If you drink too much, you can't just lie down and sleep by the firepit."

Father Zhang spoke loudly, Zhang Xinhe greeted him, and no one had the time to pay attention to Zhang Xinli, the eldest son. Lin Jinyu picked up the unfinished food in the bowl and was thinking about something, but felt the warmth of the pinnae——Zhang Xinli He took his hand, leaned over, and whispered: "This time, it's a tight hold, so it finally counts?"

He still had the heart to think about it, Lin Jinyu glanced at him, didn't say whether it counted, pulled his hand back, and said: "It doesn't matter if it counts, you should listen to what your father said first."

"You first say whether it counts or not."

Zhang Xinli kept asking, as if he wanted him to give a definite answer himself, but Lin Jinyu couldn't resist him, and thought annoyed: Anyway, your father wants you to get married. What's the use of it?"

"Just do the math," Zhang Xinli asked again, "Then what's the next item?"

As a member of the gay family who has personally experienced the huge family pressure brought by coming out, Lin Jinyu knows very well how difficult it is to deal with the parents who want you to marry. At this moment, he has no intention of discussing this issue: "It's up to you," he said: " Make it up yourself, don't talk to me, tired."

"That's what you said," Zhang Xinli imitated his previous move of scratching his palm, and gently scratched the back of his hand: "I have a way to fool my parents so that they don't interfere with me."