Porcelain industry leader

"I want to interview you," Gu Qingchi said with a stern face, leaning on the edge of the pool with one hand, and pressed the mineral water bottle against Song Yu's chest, "What do you think, after you put all the ingredients in the pot and cook them? How about buying the bottom of the pot?"

Song Yu was sweating profusely from running, pulled his collar and explained with a smile: "I thought it was like eating instant noodles, it's the same if you put it out early or late, so it's fine if it smells like that."

"Then how did you manage to boil a pot of boiling water and throw down a sleeping boyfriend and run downstairs to buy ingredients!? You are not afraid that the pot of water will splash out and put out the flames, and the gas leak will make your boyfriend..." Before Gu Qingchi finished speaking, Song Yu quickly covered his mouth.

"Alas...I was wrong," Song Yu felt aggrieved, "I originally wanted to buy it from the small supermarket downstairs, but there was no more spicy ones, so I ran a little farther away, and ended up running into my colleague... ...just chatted for a few words..."

"A few sentences?" Gu Qingchi still had a straight face, picked up his chopsticks and knocked on the edge of the pot, "The meat and rice cakes are almost melted into the pot, how about I wake up in time..."

Song Yu grabbed his forearm, flattened his mouth, and lowered his voice, "I was wrong."

"You're quick to admit your mistakes every time." Gu Qingchi picked out some of the barely edible meat in the pot, and dumped the rest into the trash can.

"I'm afraid you'll hit me." Song Yu hugged Gu Qingchi's waist from the side, and rubbed against his neck like a kitten, "Don't be angry, daughter-in-law."

"Am I angry?" Gu Qingchi gently pushed his forehead away, rubbed it, and kissed him again.

"Then why are you so stern," Song Yu muttered in a low voice, "You look like you're going to kill someone, don't you know that your appearance and style are cultish?"

"Really?" Gu Qingchi couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah, you don't look like a good person, so don't be so stern." Song Yu rubbed his face and kissed him.

"It's a good thing I'm at home, what if I'm not?" Gu Qingchi rubbed the back of his head, "How dangerous is a gas leak?"

"If you're not here, I won't cook. I'll go to my grandma's to eat." Song Yu pursed his lips and said.

"Okay." Gu Qingchi sighed helplessly, and finally got some bone soup and coke chicken wings, and helped Song Yu make a salad without salad dressing instead of white rice.

The two had just sat down and had a bite when the doorbell rang.

"Did you secretly order takeaway?" Gu Qingchi asked.

"How is it possible!" Song Yu said vaguely with a piece of chicken wing still in his mouth, pointing back at the door, "It is estimated that the other door borrowed soy sauce, you go and open it."

Gu Qingchi wiped his hands, and opened the door to see a middle-aged man who looked a little familiar but couldn't remember where he had seen him. He was dressed in a neat suit, as if he had just returned from some international convention and exhibition center.

The two looked at each other, but didn't speak.

Gu Qingchi recognized Song Yu's neighbor across the door, he didn't look like this, and he had never seen this person in this building before.

"Who is it?" Song Yu swallowed the chicken wings and shouted towards the entrance.

Standing at the door, Gu Qingchi raised his eyebrows and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

"Who are you?" The man's eyes were indifferent, and there was no trace of politeness in his words.

Song Yu was frightened when he heard the familiar voice, and immediately rushed to the door. When he saw the two people facing each other, he felt a headache and muttered softly, "Dad... why are you here?"

"Dad?" Gu Qingchi repeated unconsciously, turned his head in surprise, and looked at the person outside the door.

Then he suddenly remembered that he had seen this man's photo in Song Yu's wallet last time.

Song Yu's father!

I was talking to someone with raised eyebrows just now! ! !

Gu Qingchi's eyes suddenly turned dark, and he really wanted to go back half a minute ago and start over again!He must be very enthusiastic to say hello uncle, please come inside!

"I'm talking to a client, so I'll stop by to see you." When Song Zhengchu said this, his eyes were still on Gu Qingchi.

Naturally, Gu Qingchi also realized this, rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, and called out, "Uncle."

"Your friend lives here?" Song Zhengchu asked as he entered the door.

"Ah, didn't I tell you last time?" Song Yu blocked Gu Qingchi behind him, taking advantage of his father not paying attention when changing his shoes, he squeezed his hand quietly.

"Conflict with the family?" Song Zhengchu couldn't find summer slippers, so he had to wear a pair of winter fluffy ones, and turned to ask Gu Qingchi.

"..." Gu Qingchi looked at Song Yu, and nodded in response.

The atmosphere was a little awkward.

Song Yu's father, no matter in appearance or in the way he speaks, is a bit indifferent. He belongs to the type who is not angry and arrogant. He can't see what he is thinking at all, and he doesn't know if he has any opinions on him.

Gu Qingchi is very bad at greeting elders, but in view of this person's status, he has to do so. He is eager to know whether Song Yu's father's attitude is so bland or aimed at himself.

"Have you eaten, uncle?" After he finished speaking, he felt that he was really stupid. If someone said he didn't eat, he had to keep someone for dinner, but he didn't prepare much food.

"No." Song Zhengchu said.

Gu Qingchi suddenly felt a thunderbolt.

Can a bowl of rice be scraped out of the rice cooker? ?

Why don't you secretly pour back the bowl that you haven't touched before filling it out?

"I didn't know you were coming. I haven't cooked much at home. How about I order you a takeaway." Song Yu took out his phone and said.

"No hurry, I'll come to see you," Song Zhengchu walked around the living room, "I haven't seen you for a long time."

"Didn't we just meet at the beginning of the year?" Song Yu pushed Gu Qingchi back to the dining table.

Song Zhengchu had long been used to his son's lukewarm attitude towards him, so he walked towards the balcony without saying anything.

Gu Qingchi felt that sweat was dripping from his forehead, and secretly said with his mouth: "Does he still eat?"

Song Yu couldn't help laughing, leaned into his ear and whispered back, "You eat what you eat, don't worry about him."

"How embarrassing, how can I eat it..." Gu Qingchi also whispered in his ear.

Song Yu leaned into his ear again, "Just pretend he doesn't exist."

Song Zhengchu caught sight of his rustling appearance from the corner of his eye and thought it was funny, so he walked a little farther on purpose and walked around the room casually.

I saw two sets of clothes that were still confiscated on the balcony, and I saw double toiletries in the bathroom. There was a cup on the bedside table on both sides of the room, which belonged to a couple.

Song Zhengchu moved his chair and sat down at the dining table, and asked, "How old is the young man?"

"Twenty to three." Song Yu hurriedly said.

"I'm asking you." Song Zhengchu gave him a sideways glance, then looked at Gu Qingchi, "What's your name?"

"Gu Qingchi, the clear pond with light ink." Gu Qingchi rarely sat upright, even more upright than in elementary school.

Song Zhengchu scanned half of the tattoo on Gu Qingchi's arm, "The name is quite nice."

"It's okay, I heard from my dad that this name was calculated by a fortune teller, saying that my life is short of water." Gu Qingchi said.

"Then why aren't you called Gu Danmo?" Song Yu teased with a smile, "Isn't light ink also water?"

"There must be a lot of water in the pool." Gu Qingchi laughed.

"That should be called Dahai, Gu Dahai." Song Yu grinned wildly.

"Hey, when you say that, I think of Pang Dahai..." Gu Qingchi said.

When Song Zhengchu saw their flirtatious looks, he knew that these two people must be more than just ordinary friends.

Song Yu had never brought anyone home to live in since he was a child, let alone lived there for such a long time, but because of the scene, he didn't point it out.

"Xiao Gu, although I don't know what conflicts you have with your family, but as a parent, I still have to persuade you to reconcile with your family as soon as possible. After all, you can't live outside forever, can you?" Smile, but Gu Qingchi felt that this look and smile were very cold.

This is an order to evict guests, he understood.

"Dad, you..."

"I'll go back tomorrow." Gu Qingchi and Song Yu said at the same time.

Song Yu was stunned, turned his head and asked, "What did you just say?"

"He said he would go back tomorrow," Song Zhengchu played with a fidget spinner on the table, "I can hear clearly what ears."

"No, why did you go back suddenly?" Song Yu asked with a frown.

Gu Qingchi looked puzzled, looked at Song Zhengchu, then at Song Yu, "I can't stay here forever..."

Song Yu became annoyed when he thought of what Gu Qingchi's father said, "What's the matter with staying here, I didn't drive you away with a knife, you can stay as long as you like."

"What are you talking about?" Song Zhengchu raised his voice, "People's housework still needs to be resolved, and if it is resolved, you two good friends will make an appointment to hang out together."

Song Yu pursed his lips and said nothing, Gu Qingchi never told him about going back, and he didn't know if it was because his father said this or he had planned it in the first place.

Just thinking about it makes me upset.

Although the relationship with Gu Qingchi is quite good now, but if he really goes home to live, he feels that it will be boring to go home every day.

He was reluctant for Gu Qingchi to move away.

"Who made the dinner for you two?" Song Zhengchu asked.

"He made it." Song Yu took a mouthful of vegetable leaves.

"Why don't you do it?" Song Zhengchu asked.

"Why didn't I do anything?" Song Yu raised the fork in his hand, "Isn't this just eating with my hands?"

Song Zhengchu let out a mocking laugh from his nose.

Seeing the two talking, Gu Qingchi felt his head was getting bigger, and couldn't help but said, "Would you like to try it, uncle? Let me get you a pair of chopsticks."

Before Song Zhengchu could speak, he rushed into the kitchen and filled half a bowl of rice, and came out with a pair of chopsticks.

Song Zhengchu tasted the chicken wings, "It tastes good."

"It's okay." Gu Qingchi didn't know what to answer, so he laughed twice.

"Why don't you eat?" Song Zhengchu asked Song Yu.

"Isn't it all saved for you?" Song Yu smiled.

Song Zhengchu raised his breath, and was about to say something, when Gu Qingchi hurriedly said, "He doesn't like to eat well, he will eat supper later."

Song Zhengchu glanced at Song Yu, but said nothing.

The three of them finished their meal in silence.

Gu Qingchi carried the bowl into the kitchen habitually, and Song Yu followed.

"Your father..." Gu Qingchi glanced at the person sitting on the sofa, closed the kitchen door and then lowered his voice, "Why did you come here suddenly? I'm so nervous that my throat hurts."

"I don't know either. He only comes here once in 300 years. Who knew that he just happened to bump into him." Song Yu rubbed Gu Qingchi's hands and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, he doesn't eat people."

"Does your dad usually talk like that?" Gu Qingchi lowered his head to wash the dishes.

"What kind?" Song Yu asked.

Following Song Zhengchu's example, Gu Qingchi snorted coldly through his nose, and said in a low voice, "The name sounds pretty nice."

"Did he not answer the conversation later?" Gu Qingchi frowned, "I feel like he wanted to say it, but he just didn't match your appearance, so he was too embarrassed to say it."

Song Yu burst out laughing, "Isn't it? I thought this name didn't suit you at first sight."

Gu Qingchi pouted.

"But!" Song Yu hugged Gu Qingchi's arm and said with a smile, "Listen to me! There is still a twist!"

Gu Qingchi couldn't help laughing, "Say it."

"But! Later I found out! This name suits you too well. You are like a clear pond, clear to the bottom, magnanimous, impartial, and out of the ordinary..."

Gu Qingchi tilted his head and pecked him on the forehead.

Song Yu chuckled, and pushed back his bangs with one hand, "Kiss again, the kind that makes a loud noise."

Gu Qingchi almost got a nosebleed from him, and when he was about to kiss him, the kitchen door was pulled open.

"Youya..." Song Zhengchu froze in place, "Do you want to sign?"

Song Yu quickly scratched his hair, turned around and handed the toothpick box to Dad, his ears turned red with embarrassment, and he didn't know what Dad saw.

Song Zhengchu took the toothpick box, "I cook and wash the dishes, why do you hire a nanny? After all, they are also guests, and they don't know how to treat guests."

Gu Qingchi was also so embarrassed that he wanted to burrow into the cracks in the ground, he smiled and said, "It's okay, I just washed it."

"I've been used to you since I was a child, and I've developed a bad habit." Song Zhengchu gave Song Yu a sideways look.

Song Yu blew on his bangs, pretending he didn't hear it.

After finally sending Dad away, the two slumped on the sofa like deflated balls.

"Your dad looks so serious." Gu Qingchi said.

"Your father is not very good." Song Yu said.

Gu Qingchi couldn't help laughing, "Did my dad not treat you well last time? He held grudges like that."

Song Yu pursed his lips, and really wanted to say, it's not just that he didn't give a good face, but he didn't want these things to upset Gu Qingchi, so he gritted his teeth and endured it, "That's it, it's similar to my dad."

"Why do I feel that both of you, father and son, are talking with great strength?" Gu Qingchi raised his hand to wrap Song Yu in his arms, and stroked his hair.

"I don't want to see him. Every time I see him, he's going to talk about those shitty things. It's so annoying." Song Yu lay down on Gu Qingchi's lap and checked Weibo.

"Actually, I don't think your father is the kind of unreasonable person. He is much better than mine." Gu Qingchi looked down at Song Yu, "Is your attitude towards your father a bit too casual? In front of outsiders, they don't give him a good face."

"Didn't he just compliment you, and you actually helped him speak?" Song Yu poked Gu Qingchi's chin, feeling a little annoyed.

"It's not considered helping him," Gu Qingchi smiled, "You are his son after all, and he must feel bad if you don't care about his feelings."

"That's because he never cared about my feelings!" Song Yu suddenly straightened up and looked at him, "Did he think about me when I divorced my mother? Did he think about me when he brought his aunt home? Did he think about me when he dated and got married with his aunt? Did he think about me when he and his aunt decided to have a baby? The reason I treat him like this is because he never considered my feelings, he never told me anything Said, but arbitrarily made all the decisions for me.”

"When I was young, I was thrown to the nanny, and when I was older, I was thrown to the teacher to take care of relatives. He worked hard to help me enroll in classes and study in order to let me spend less time at home and not disturb him. He was at home since childhood. The number of days I spend with me can be counted on one hand. During the holidays, relatives ask him, he is hesitant to report when your son is old." Song Yu's chest heaved and he raised his voice, "What about me? I can't do anything, I can't change anything, he has arranged everything, the only thing I can do is stay away from him when I grow up! Don't disturb their family of three!"

Gu Qingchi stared blankly at Song Yu, speechless.

He seldom heard Song Yu mention the family affairs, he only knew that his parents were divorced and each had a family.

In his eyes, Song Yu has always been a very optimistic and casual person, who can eat and drink without worrying about anything, but he almost couldn't react to such a series of sudden bursts of firecrackers.

But when he saw Song Yu's flushed eyes, he felt uncomfortable.

He just wanted to tease, why didn't you bite your tongue, to ease the atmosphere, Song Yu said slowly, "Every time I go home, I feel like an outsider."

When Song Yu said this, his head was lowered, and his voice was very soft. Gu Qingchi felt that his chest had been pricked by a needle, and the pain was severe.

He has not personally experienced the things Song Yu said, but he can clearly feel the grievances and pains Song Yu has endured over the years from the lines.

He knew the feeling of being abandoned by his family all too well.

Gu Qingchi put his arms around Song Yu's waist and put his arms around him, without saying anything, he just patted him on the back lightly.

As Song Yu said, these things are a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed.

All you can do is let go of the past and live your life well.

It seemed that at this moment, he suddenly understood why Song Yu was desperate to help him in the first place.

Because their childhood was very similar, but also lonely.

Song Yu probably saw himself on him.

"Actually, sometimes, I wish I had never been born." Song Yu sniffed, and big tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Gu Qingchi's chest hurt.

This is also a thought that has popped up in his mind countless times.

"What are you talking about? If you hadn't been born, who would have brought me home?" Gu Qingchi rubbed the back of Song Yu's head and comforted him.

Song Yu tugged at Gu Qingchi's clothes, and said in a hoarse voice, "I haven't finished talking yet, there is a twist in what I said..."

Gu Qingchi smiled lightly, "What's the turning point?"

"After meeting you, I felt that luckily I'm still alive." Song Yu said.