Prohibition of losing contact

Liang Ying said it easily, but Zhou Jianguo was not so easy to handle.

Although he secretly hid in the kitchen and wiped his tears behind Zhou Qingbai's back, but in front of Zhou Qingbai, he was still the old-fashioned and stubborn feudal patriarch. He refused to agree with Zhou Qingbai to "spend the rest of his life" with a man.

Jiang Man played a bridge in the middle, and persuaded him to make peace several times, but Zhou Jianguo refused to let go, and his attitude of resistance was extremely clear.

Zhou Qingbai wanted to find a chance to have a good talk with him again, but for some reason, Zhou Jianguo actually started to "avoid seeing him" these days and started to deal with this matter coldly.He suspended Zhou Qingbai's position in Qingshan and "under house arrest" at Zhou Cangshan's home, as if he wanted to make Zhou Qingbai think about it in this way.

Zhou Qingbai didn't care whether he went to work or not. Anyway, he himself had no desire for Qingshan's rights, but this feeling of being indifferent was too uncomfortable. Zhou Qingbai would rather Zhou Jianguo beat him up again than this inexplicable cold treatment.

He wanted to break this deadlock, but what was outrageous was that Zhou Qingbai couldn't catch his own father even though they were all temporarily living under the same roof.

"Your father is avoiding you." Liang Ying peeled an orange and handed it to Zhou Qingbai, and said with a smile: "He is afraid that he will quarrel with you again, and he will hit you again when he gets angry."

"I hope Dad will beat me up again." Zhou Qingbai sat cross-legged on the bed, stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, and said vaguely, "It's better than hanging me like this."

"Silly boy, what's the point of being beaten." Liang Ying folded up the orange peel and put it in her palm, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's you, there's nothing to worry about. You've only lived at home for a few days, so why don't you sink?" Are you angry?"

Liang Ying glanced at Zhou Qingbai as she spoke, and said jokingly, "Didn't you say that you have been prepared to spend the rest of your life with him? Why can't you wait these few days?"

Zhou Qingbai naturally knew that she was talking about Pei You, pursed his lips when he heard this, and smiled a little embarrassedly.

Liang Ying often chatted with him these days, always talking about Pei You intentionally or unintentionally.As a mother, although she does not want her son to take a path that is completely opposite to ordinary people, she is trying her best to respect his choice.

She was trying to understand Pei You a little more, and she was also trying to understand Zhou Qingbai a little more.

"It's not that I can't wait." Zhou Qingbai said, "I just feel that the atmosphere at home is too depressing."

Zhou Jianguo avoided him, and Zhou Cangshan felt uncomfortable when he saw him. They both knew each other well about the reality and knew that this matter would eventually come to an end. torment.

"It's okay, give your dad some time." Liang Ying advised, "I can't forcefully change your opinion, and naturally I can't force your dad either."

"I understand." Zhou Qingbai forced a smile and said, "Anyway, my father didn't confiscate my mobile phone, so I'll just treat it as a recuperation at home."

"Indeed, it's good to have a rest." Liang Ying comforted, "But don't worry, your dad is working hard too."

Zhou Jianguo was elusive, he left early and returned late, his whereabouts were erratic every day, and he showed a cold face when he showed up. Zhou Qingbai observed for two days, but no matter how he looked, he didn't see signs of "working hard".

So Zhou Qingbai only thought that Liang Ying was comforting him, and he didn't take it seriously. He should eat and drink every day, and live his "confinement" life leisurely. From time to time, he sent a few text messages to Pei You to adjust Mood affected by tense atmosphere.

Until the third day, Zhou Qingbai couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and tossed and baked the cakes on the bed for more than half an hour. Finally, he couldn't bear the dryness, so he just got up and wanted to go to the kitchen to find some water to drink.

However, as soon as he left the bedroom, he found that the door of the study on the opposite side of the corridor was not closed tightly, and a warm light was projected from the crack in the door, leaving a narrow trace of light in the dark corridor.

What's going on, Zhou Qingbai wondered, a thief broke into the house?

The Zhou family has a regular schedule. Except for Zhou Qingbai, who can play games all night, everyone is a good at keeping in good health.It is already 02:30 in the morning Beijing time, and Zhou Qingbai really can't imagine that there is someone in this family who stays up in the middle of the night and works hard in the study with the lamp on.

There was a rustling sound in the study, Zhou Qingbai frowned vigilantly, kicked off his slippers, walked through the corridor quietly with bare feet, and approached the study cautiously.

He leaned closer to the wall, and the closer he got to the study, the clearer he heard the voice from inside.

When the voice was far away, it sounded like someone was talking, but when it got closer, it gradually became dull and cold.At first, Zhou Qingbai just thought this voice was familiar. It wasn't until he walked to the door of the study that he realized that it was not a human voice, but the voice package that came with the phone's voice broadcast.

Zhou Qingbai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly an almost absurd idea popped up in his mind. He held his breath subconsciously, and carefully glanced in through the crack of the door, only to find that the person in the study was really Zhou Jianguo.

He was wearing gray and white home clothes, sitting on a small sofa with his back to the door, turned on the floor lamp, and was looking up something on his phone seriously.

The voice broadcast on the mobile phone was still ringing, Zhou Qingbai stood at the door, held his breath and listened carefully for a while, only to realize that he was searching for things related to homosexuality.

Zhou Jianguo's eyes were not very good either. He was wearing glasses strings on his ears, and he looked and listened while trying to understand all the input knowledge.

Zhou Qingbai didn't know what he searched for, but judging from those inorganic voice broadcasts, he asked a lot of mixed questions, ranging from "Is homosexuality a disease" and "Can this condition be cured" to "Sexual orientation?" Formation", and then "Is there legal protection for same-sex relationships", there is a lot of mess, and I don't know whether he actively searched for it, or the various questions automatically jumped.

The answers on Baidu were messy and empty. Most of the answers were wrong and had no substantive content. Therefore, Zhou Jianguo could only tirelessly enter questions in different ways, trying to pick out some useful things from a pile of gravel.

But it was a bit difficult for an old man in his sixties, so Zhou Jianguo's efforts seemed clumsy and even ridiculous.

This kind of "ridiculousness" shouldn't have appeared on Zhou Jianguo. In Zhou Qingbai's impression, Zhou Jianguo was omnipotent in heaven and earth, and his shoulders would support the sky when the sky fell.He has never been subdued once in his life, let alone such a time when he was at a loss and in a dilemma.

Zhou Qingbai's heart felt sour, and he stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob tightly, subconsciously wanting to go in and interrupt him, but before he did it, he felt timid again.

Because he suddenly discovered that in fact, the father in his impression who was as cold and hard as steel and iron was actually not that strong.

He is 60 years old, with gray temples, thin body, and his shoulders are straight only when facing the younger generation.He doesn't know how to communicate, that is, he doesn't know how to sit down with his son to talk about his thoughts, and he doesn't know how to face his own inherent concepts, so he can only hide everyone behind his back and hide in no one's place in the middle of the night to study secretly. Trying to understand everything beyond your own knowledge.

But he is too far away from the current era of rapid development, so far that not only can't understand the children's thoughts, but even check the information on the Internet has become so difficult.

The cold female voice broadcast on the phone was still ringing, Zhou Jianguo changed the question again, and began to inquire about "same-sex romance scams" and the like.

The results found by Baidu were varied, which sounded absurd and outrageous. Zhou Qingbai felt like laughing, but at the same time felt like crying.

You might as well beat me up, Zhou Qingbai thought, this is simply cutting flesh with a blunt knife, it's so uncomfortable.

The search results that those young people snorted upon hearing it seemed to Zhou Jianguo to be the truth of the bible. He listened so seriously that he didn't realize that Zhou Qingbai was at the door.

Zhou Qingbai gently pushed the door open a little more, and seeing his brows furrowed tightly, staring at the mobile phone screen like an enemy, he finally couldn't help coughing lightly, interrupting his "study".

"Dad." Zhou Qingbai's voice was very soft, but it sounded very soft, with some imperceptible nasal sounds, like a gust of wind blowing through the quiet night, like a half-sigh: "Pei You is not a liar, if you don't worry, I can Bring him here to show you."

Zhou Jianguo was listening to the search results carefully. He was startled by Zhou Qingbai's voice at first, and subconsciously wanted to quit the search engine. Unfortunately, his hand slipped and he accidentally dropped the phone on the carpet under his feet.

The soft carpet took up most of the momentum, and the good-quality mobile phone was not damaged, and it was still working hard.

"On March 2019, 3, the police in a certain place cracked a 'gay dating' fraud case, with more than 7 victims and hundreds of thousands of dollars involved—"

Zhou Jianguo: "..."

This is really fucked up, Zhou Jianguo thought through gritted teeth.

When he came out late at night to check the information, he was bumped into by his youngest son who was in the cold war. Zhou Jianguo didn't know where to put his [-]-year-old face. He gritted his teeth and was about to pick up the phone to destroy the evidence. Hearing Zhou Qingbai suddenly stop him.

"Dad." Zhou Qingbai hooked the corners of his lips, smiled suddenly, and said softly, "He has a serious job, he's not such a messy person, and my eldest brother has seen it before, so you don't have to worry."

Zhou Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and it took him a moment to understand what Zhou Qingbai was talking about.He snorted coldly, bent down and picked up the phone to turn off the voice broadcast, then grabbed his cane and stood up, stiffened his neck, and said in a cold voice: "I have nothing to worry about—I tell you, I can't agree, regardless of the other party Whoever it is, you have died of this heart."

Zhou Qingbai didn't seem to be frightened by his cold attitude this time. He raised his eyebrows and said deliberately: "Then what are you afraid of, Dad? You don't even agree, are you still afraid that I will be cheated?"

Zhou Jianguo: "..."

Zhou Qingbai hit the nail on the head, and instantly hit Zhou Jianguo's sore spot—in fact, he himself felt very contradictory. On the one hand, he absolutely couldn't bear Zhou Qingbai being with a man from now on, but on the other hand, he couldn't help wanting to know Will Zhou Qingbai be hurt in this relationship?

Zhou Jianguo couldn't explain his contradiction, and couldn't bear Zhou Qingbai's eyes that seemed to see through everything, so he frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "I just checked casually, who knows what you think - who cares if you get on or not?" You deserve to be fooled, and you deserve it.”

Zhou Jianguo said, as if he was afraid that Zhou Qingbai would retaliate, he hurriedly pushed him away, and while walking to his bedroom, he said in a rough voice: "Besides, what time is it, and you still not sleeping? Stay up late every day , deserve the injury to heal slowly - hurry back to the house, don't wander around outside in the middle of the night."

The way he changed the subject was extremely lame, but Zhou Qingbai didn't expose him. He stepped aside to get out of the way, looking at Zhou Jianguo's back hurriedly going downstairs, he could see a sense of "running away" for no reason.

Zhou Qingbai was amused by his own imagination, he couldn't help pursing his lips, revealing the first relaxed smile these days.

"Got it." Zhou Qingbai said softly, "Good night, Dad."

The author says:

Thank you for a grape frog, the taste of life is Qinghuan, the scenery on the Changfeng Bridge, shangxuan, sea salt grapefruit, living in a dream, the fish food fed by Xiaoxiao Deng, thank you very much~