serious about love

After Yan Hao arrived at his father's place, he started to catch up on sleep. He slept in a daze, thinking that he was still in the country, and unconsciously moved to the side. He didn't touch the warm and firm body, only the slightly cool bed. quilt.

He opened his eyes immediately.

Yanhao called Jiang Muxing as soon as he woke up, and was quickly connected. He muttered: "I fell asleep, and everyone passed out."

It was night at Jiang Muhang's end, he was watching the news broadcast: "Where are your parents?"

"They're all busy in the company." Yanhao stretched her waist, "I'll tell you, my dad's secretary bought me a crystal ball."

Jiang Muxing: "..."

Yan Hao held the corner of the quilt sideways: "It's that pink snowy carousel, the music box is Spirited Away, what do you think he thinks?"

Jiang Muxing said, "You are cute."

The corner of Yan Hao's mouth couldn't help but curl up: "Then why did you buy books before, and didn't you buy that stuff?"

Jiang Muxing's tone was still declaring the facts, without any ambiguous and fancy things, appearing calm and serious: "Compared with before, you are cuter now."

Banquet: "..."

"I think you're fooling me, but I kind of like it."

Jiang Muxing leaned on the sofa: "Get up and eat something."

"Wait a minute." Yanhao yawned, "Tell you, I dreamed about you."

On the phone was the broadcast of the host's correct words, which almost covered Jiang Muxing's breathing, and he didn't make a sound.

Yan is like teaching children: "You have to ask what you dreamed of."

Jiang Muxing cooperated and said, "What did you dream about?"

"I dreamed that you were at the door of our classroom," Yan Hao recalled the dream, intermittently, "It was many years later, and the physique of you in the dream was much more mature than now, and your hair was waxed and combed back, just like that With a big back, black-rimmed glasses, and a dark blue suit, formal and handsome, you are standing at the back door..."

Jiang Muxing closed his eyes slightly: "Huh?"

The voice is low and mixed, and the ending sound rises a little casually, which is very sexy and provocative.

Yan Hao's ear facing the mobile phone was burning, he rubbed the quilt, and said in a low voice, "you call my name."

Jiang Muxing's throat twitched, and he heard him say: "At that time, I was in class, and the teacher asked me to go out. As soon as I got up and walked in front of you, you hugged me and cried and called my dad."

"..."

Yan Hao: "I woke up with a fright, and then I dreamed again..."

Jiang Muxing interrupted him: "Okay."

Yan Hao: "Let me finish."

Jiang Muxing: "Your second dream was me playing with you."

Yanhao: "How do you know?"

Jiang Muxing: "Can you breathe a little louder?"

Yanhao told Jiang Muxing with his actions that he was too capable.

The phone call was dyed in color, filled with heavy breathing and intense heartbeat.

The banquet was intentional, he just wanted Jiang Muxing to know, I think you feel uncomfortable, you have to accompany me.

-

Soon after, Secretary Chen received the banquet and went to the hotel.

The box was full of celebrities from the business world, and Yan Mingcheng took his son over, one because there was a dinner, and the other was to take the opportunity to let his son show up.

Once Yan Hao entered the box, he was no longer an ordinary high school senior, but the son of the boss of CLM. He was very educated in every word and deed, and his superficial skills were well done, and he did not embarrass his father.

During the exchange of cups and cups, Yan Mingcheng laughed more and more. The shopping malls were intriguing, and it was difficult to distinguish the false from the real. There were no real friends, only cooperation of interests, but he couldn't help being in a good mood when he heard others praise his son .

In the second half of the dinner, Yan Hao went out to breathe, and unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance in the corridor, Wang Feifei, Director Wang's precious daughter.

Wang Feifei has red hair, smoky makeup, big earrings, black boots and a slim dress, which is quite short, showing two big white legs.

Yanhao almost didn't recognize her. In my impression, Wang Feifei doesn't wear makeup. Her hair is black, very long and straight, like a waterfall. She always wears ankle-length skirts with a shirt or sweater, looking ladylike and quiet.

Wang Feifei tugged at the hem of her skirt, embarrassed: "Why are you here?"

Yanhao pointed to a box on the left: "Dinner."

Wang Feifei fiddled with her hair, "When did you come here?"

Yanhao could smell the alcohol on her body, so she must have come with friends: "Just today, the National Day holiday."

"Oh yes, National Day, I didn't even think about it." Wang Feifei said with a smile, "Listen to what my dad said, I will return to China at the end of the year."

Yan Hao nodded: "I heard."

Wang Feifei felt his alienation, and the smile on her face froze: "Xiao Hao, the last time we met was at the Dragon Boat Festival this year, and it didn't take long. Why do you feel that you have changed so much?"

"Has it changed a lot?"

Yan Hao scratched her cheek, and said to herself: "Maybe it's the secret love that has been cultivated."

Wang Feifei opened her eyes wide in surprise: "Are you in love?"

Yan Hao generously admitted: "Yes."

Wang Feifei laughed again: "Then you are first love."

"I don't even dare to fall in love in the third year of high school, but you can really think about it."

Yan Hao also smiled: "I can't help it, who makes me like it."

-

Wang Feifei relaxed and put her hands on his shoulders: "It's the first time I've seen you express yourself so bluntly. When I return to China, bring someone out to introduce me. I'm your fiancee after all."

Yan couldn't laugh anymore: "Damn."

"What are you talking about, you said it yourself when you were a child."

Wang Feifei knew that he had a perverse temper, uncertain and unpredictable, and she was used to it, so she didn't take it seriously when she saw him turn his back, and continued: "I still keep the wedding photos you drew."

This is fake, that painting was gone 800 years ago.

Wang Feifei is two years older than Yan. She just turned [-] this year. She talks to her boyfriends abroad one by one. She is emotionally free and unrestrained, but they are not within the range of her marriage partners.

Her concept is to play casually before the age of 30, and find someone to marry and spend the rest of the family after the age of 30. Yanhao is her ideal candidate, and it has never changed.

It doesn't matter if the family background is good, the looks are good, and the personality is bad. Anyway, after getting married, each has his own life circle.

Wang Feifei also wanted to find an opportunity to personally teach Yan to change from a boy to a man.

Unexpectedly, he fell in love in the third year of high school, and other women have already done this before her.

It seems that they are in love, very blind, but they don't know that they will break up after graduation next year.

Wang Feifei was thinking, when Yanhao's hard voice came from his ear: "Stop talking nonsense in the future, you don't have a fiancee."

Yan Hao's face was ugly.

Wang Feifei was stimulated and couldn't help laughing: "You're in a relationship, are you serious?"

Yan Hao pushed her hand away and stared at her with no light in his eyes, like the sky before a snowstorm in the twelfth lunar month of winter, cloudy and cold.

Wang Feifei was frightened: "Forget it, in your current state, you won't listen to what I say, and it won't be long before you don't need me to say anything, you can..."

The banquet left before she finished speaking.

Wang Feifei regretted what she said. It shouldn't be said. For a person in love, you reason with him, and he tells you how much he really feels, and he is not on the same channel.

Seeing that Yan was about to enter the bathroom, Wang Feifei trotted to catch up: "Xiao Hao, don't be angry, I'm just talking casually, there is no other meaning."

The banquet is good and you don't look back.

Wang Feifei is not forgiving, the love of high school students is too immature, can't help the temptation and wind and rain, maybe it can only last for a few days, a few weeks, a month or two, if you say you don't like it, you don't like it, and you won't be able to last until graduation next year. She didn't want to make the relationship with Yan Hao so tense because of such a small matter.

-

Yanhao was stopped by Wang Feifei, and the situation was imminent.

Yan Mingcheng appeared at this juncture and asked what was going on.

Wang Feifei explained with a sneer: "Uncle, I just found out that Xiao Hao is in a relationship, so I just said a few words that he didn't like to hear very much."

Yan Mingcheng glanced at his son, although he was curious about when they talked and who the other party was, he would not talk about it in front of outsiders.

My own son, I protect myself.

"When you're an adult, you can fall in love when you're in love, and you can decide your own affairs."

Yan Mingcheng just said that, but his son's eyes were so bright that his scalp was numb, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

At this moment, Yan Hao's phone vibrated.

The text message from Jiang Muxing was clicked on without even thinking about it.

- I'm going to sleep, call me if you have anything to do, you can call me if you have nothing to do, be good.

Yanming City was close, and from the corner of the eye, he glanced at the content of the text message, and somehow thought of something, his complexion changed drastically on the spot.

After Yanhao returned Jiang Muxing's message, he stood there without saying a word.

Wang Feifei found that the atmosphere between the father and son suddenly became very strange. One was on the verge of losing control, and the other was calm. She sneaked away and apologized another day.

-

Yan Hao originally wanted to review the typed draft and find a comfortable time to have a showdown with his parents at night, but something unexpected happened.

Everything came in a hurry.

Yan Mingcheng left from the partner's dinner, and Ni Qing, who was in another city, just finished the meeting and hurried over.

When the family met, it was around three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind was warm and the clouds were white, and the weather was pleasant.

The living room was extremely depressing.

Ni Qing was sitting at the bar drinking, while Yan Mingcheng was smoking by the window.

Both of them are using their own way to digest negative emotions, so as not to say hurtful words to their son.

It was rare for the son to get close to them, and no one wanted to ruin the hard-won harmony of the family.

So no matter how shocked, worried, and difficult they are, they must be cautious.

Compared with his wife's helplessness, Yan Mingcheng's mood is much more complicated. He has long known that his son has a crush on someone who is a prospective A college student and a top student.

The son set a huge goal for that talent and worked hard.

But every time we talked on the phone, my son didn't complain, and he was happier than before, as if studying was so much fun.

Thinking about it now, it is not the study that makes him happy, but the person who tutors him with his homework.

Yan Mingcheng pinched his eyebrows vigorously. At that time, he encouraged his son, telling him not to worry about anything else, just chase after him.

Well now, my son has really chased him down.

Being outstanding is outstanding, there is no need to say this, but it is not a little girl, but a big guy.

-

The living room was eerily silent.

Yan Hao sat on the floor with her legs crossed, facing the sunlight coming in from the terrace.

"boom"

When Ni Qing put down the wine bottle, he couldn't control the strength in his hand, and the noise was amplified by the silence, which sounded a bit thrilling.

Yanhao trembled reflexively.

When Ni Qing saw it, his eyes turned red immediately: "Okay, you..."

"You are in the third year of high school and facing the college entrance examination, once you put too much emotion into it, a little conflict will consume a lot of energy, and because of lack of experience, you cannot communicate effectively, you will not care about your studies, and life will also be very negative. Influence."

Ni Qing paused for a moment: "So my mother thinks that your evaluation of the quality of this relationship is very low, and it's not worth it for you..."

Yan Hao chuckled suddenly: "In the final analysis, it is a gender issue."

"Mom, if Jiang Muxing was a girl, would you still tell me these things?"

Ni Qing stopped talking.

Maybe, maybe not.

This is a hypothesis, not a fact, it happened, and the specifics are unknown.

Yan Mingcheng by the window heard the conversation between the mother and son, and imagined that if Xiao Jiang was a little girl, then he would definitely not be in the mood at this time, and he would praise his son for being great.

Hey.

Yan Mingcheng sighed in his heart, turned his head and walked to his son, kicking him neither lightly nor hard.

"I won't be violent, I won't scold you, and your mother won't have a hysterical fight with you, and we won't oppress you with things like filial piety first."

Yan Hao looked up.

Yan Mingcheng bent down to look at his son, and said sharply: "But we want to hear your thoughts, comprehensive and mature."

"Don't tell me how handsome Xiaojiang is, how good he is at studying, how able he is to endure hardships, and how stable he is in the world. Those are all useless. He is just a high school student now. I hope you will face it..."

When Ni Qing heard her husband scolding his son in the same tone as his subordinates, Ni Qing couldn't help but choked: "Old Yan, what are you talking about? I want to listen carefully, so please don't say a few words."

Yanming City: "..."

He cast a look at his wife, just protect her.

Ni Qing turned a blind eye: "Okay, tell me."

-

Yan Hao did not speak incoherently under the drive of emotion. His words were short and powerful.

"Jiang Mu Xing is my belief."

Yan Mingcheng paused, looking for an ashtray to flick the ashes, Ni Qing turned his head and continued pouring wine.

In fact, they all knew that their son had made up his mind to go to A University, and he was sticking to it. His attitude had already been shown.

A son will follow the person he likes, no matter how difficult it is.

Ni Qing supported her head with her hands, her long hair fell down, and her face looked a little frustrated. She knew how to do business, but she didn't know how to educate her son. She only knew that she would give him whatever he wanted.

But the son hardly opened his mouth to ask for anything.

Now he said what he wanted.

Ni Qing's emotions gradually became chaotic, and self-blame flooded in, crushing her nerve endings.

If she used to devote part of her career to spending more time with her son, and enlightened him when his mind began to mature, would his sexual orientation be...

Ni Qing got up and went upstairs in vain.

She didn't want her son to see her completely collapsed emotionally.

"Don't look, your mother's president has a lot of burdens, and she won't cry in front of you."

Yan Mingcheng sat down opposite his son: "Smoking a cigarette?"

Yanhao still looked at the stairs: "No smoking."

"Then let's have a heart-to-heart talk."

Yan Mingcheng smoked a cigarette: "You can't have both in life. Your mother and I missed your growth because of business."

"Of course, talking about it now is bullshit. If you miss it, you will miss it. There is no chance to do it again."

Yan Hao looked down at the light and shadow on the floor.

"I won't say how long love at your age can survive, I will just say one thing, if you choose Jiang Muxing, there is only one way to go to the dark."

Yanming City spewed out a puff of smoke: "You will lose many bright avenues that you can easily walk on."

Yanhao curled her lips: "Dad, you are the one who said that you are an adult and you can decide your own affairs."

"Cough! Cough cough cough!" Yan Mingcheng coughed.

Waiting for him here.

-

Yanhao smoked second-hand smoke and coughed twice: "During the high school entrance examination, I fell in love with Jiang Muxing."

Yan Mingcheng raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows: "Okay, you brat, how dare you insist on going to No. [-] middle school, did you go to him?!"

"That's not the point."

Yan Hao took it easy: "I mean, I'm not looking for novelty, nor is it impulsive, or special, to challenge the world."

One last sentence: "Dad, you are also from the past, you know."

Yan Mingcheng did not fall into the trap: "I don't understand your father very well."

"Is it because girls are not gentle enough, or are they not cute enough, so you fall on boys?"

Yan Hao grabbed his bangs: "Girls are also pretty good, but Jiang Muxing is a boy."

Yan Mingcheng's temple hurts: "Then what is he thinking? With you, there will be no pressure from the disparity in family background?"

Yanhao frowned: "Jiang Muxing likes Yanhao, not Yan Mingcheng and Ni Qing's son."

Yan Mingcheng's words were sharp: "So what, all the property and resources that your mother and I have are yours, and your future partner will have half of it."

The burrs all over Yan Hao's body came out: "Dad, what you said, it seems that your son is worthless, and he is liked by the person he likes only because of his family background."

Yan Mingcheng choked: "Brat, what are you thinking, I don't mean that."

"I'm also very good."

Yan Hao murmured: "I will be better, I am working hard."

Yan Mingcheng wiped his face heavily, his voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were a little bloodshot, he straightened up and said: "You sit down by yourself, I'll go see your mother."

Yan Hao was stunned for a while, then hurriedly jumped up: "Dad, thank you."

Yan Mingcheng stared: "Thank you, did I tell you to help you?"

There was a cry in Yan Hao's voice, and he tried his best not to let the tears fall: "Dad, you are my idol."

Yan Mingcheng secretly scolded his son for being worthless: "Get out, who is your idol?"

Yan Hao sternly said: "He is a small idol, you are a big idol."

Yanming City: "..."

Yan Hao followed his father to the stairs: "Dad, please coax Mom more, and also say something nice for Jiang Muxing, he is very filial, and will definitely provide for you in the future!"

Yan Mingcheng's footsteps faltered, and the pensioners moved out. It seemed that the two children were ready to go to the end.

Holding a cigarette, he stepped up the stairs. He has always taught his son that adults can have complete independence and autonomy, so they can't be slapped in the face.

That's it.

-

Yan Hao sits in the living room in a daze, time revealing traces of the passage of time in the west-slanting sun.

The sunlight moved away from him inch by inch.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Hao came back to his senses, his legs were numb, and this area was also shrouded in shadow, he took out his mobile phone to check the time.

Jiang Muxing didn't send any more messages. It will be midnight in T City, so he should have fallen asleep long ago.

Yanhao bit the little piece of jade that Jiang Muxing gave him, and said over and over in his mouth: "It's okay, it will be fine..."

In the evening, footsteps were heard upstairs.

Ni Qing went downstairs, her long wavy hair tied behind her shoulders, her makeup removed, her eyes were very red.

Yan is like a sinner waiting to be sentenced.

Ni Qing saw her son's reaction in her eyes, and she sighed distressedly: "Okay, come here."

Yan Hao walked closer with his head down, feeling uneasy in his heart, wondering how his father and his mother chatted, and whether they had a good chat.

It stands to reason that his father will not be a big problem if he goes out.

Ni Qing gave his son a hug when he gnawed the corner of his mouth.

Yan Hao was stunned.

Ni Qing's voice was very gentle: "Baby, your dad is right, it's the first time you like someone so much, and it also shows us your determination, we should support it."

"Besides, objectively speaking, the child you like is very good in itself, and the gender does not deduct many points."

Yan Hao's breathing became short in an instant.

"Mom wants to tell you that this world will treat you with a lot of ill will, and your path will be difficult, far beyond your imagination."

Ni Qing stroked his son's hair: "If you get hurt, turn back if you don't want to go forward, your father and I will always be your support."

Yan Hao's nose was sore, and the tears that had been held back several times still fell.

Yan Mingcheng yelled on the second floor: "Let that kid call me himself!"

"Forget it, I can't tell clearly on the phone. Talk about it during the Chinese New Year or face to face. If you tell him, your daughter-in-law will behave like a daughter-in-law. If you don't behave well, you won't even get the red envelope."

Yanhao wiped away tears: "Got it!"