bean-sized raindrops hit the umbrella and fell along the umbrella bone, splashing on the boy's clean white sneakers. fu zhiyu crooked the umbrella to cover the wet shoulder of the boy on the other side. it may be that the two people are standing too close, and the eyes of the students who come and go involuntarily glue on the two people, accompanied by whispers.
"are you really not going?"
chi yu put his hands in his pockets and smiled casually: "i don't like to eat dumplings." "
fu zhiyu nodded, he wanted to give the umbrella to chi yu, but his hand was blocked before he could extend it. chi yu took out his wallet from his pocket, and he loudly revealed a stack of red banknotes inside, raised an eyebrow, and said, "keep the umbrella for yourself." "
"our rich second generation all take a taxi home."
it seemed that it had been too long since chi yu showed such an indispensable expression, and fu zhiyu had a momentary stunned. before he was with himself, he was brash and reckless, always holding the idea of dying with others. chi yu's colors were so vivid that every time he looked at him, he would have an irrepressible heart flutter.
fu zhiyu handed him the umbrella, chi yu wanted to say something, but to the calm eyes of the teenager, he sipped his mouth and took the umbrella. slender white fingers pinched the hem of his school uniform, and he zipped his wide open school uniform jacket up to the very top until his emaciated chin was covered by the collar. fu zhiyu took the umbrella back, he raised an eyebrow, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "this civilian pulls a zipper for you." "
the teenager's tense eyebrows suddenly softened, and he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth formed a line, and the shallow pear swirls on his lips loomed. this sentence seemed to poke at his laughing point, and his dark eyes were full of laughter.
"get out of the way." chi yu smiled and gently pushed him, and fu zhiyu was also very cooperative and took several steps back in a row, and finally the two of them were a few steps apart, and fu zhiyu made a lip gesture at him and turned away.
chi yu understood, and fu zhiyu was saying to him: see you tomorrow.
it wasn't until his back disappeared at the intersection that chi yu returned to god, and the smile on his lips gradually disappeared. he sucked his nose twice and stood by the side of the road and stopped a taxi.
"go to the forest garden."
the driver originally wanted to make small talk, but through the rear mirror to the boy's cold and hard eyebrows, he suddenly lost this mind. the temperature of the weather that is about to enter the winter is not high, the heating in the car has been turned on, and after a while, a thin layer of sweat has been covered on the forehead of the delay. the zipper was pulled half open, and chi yu looked down at the drawstrings that had fallen off his hand for a while, and silently pulled it back.
the forest garden is some distance from the city, and in the gap between red light parking, the driver uncle looks at the teenager in the back seat. probably because of the heat, the good-looking eyebrows were fiercely tugged together, and their faces were full of impatience. the driver sighed and muttered while lowering the temperature: "i don't pull the zipper open when it's hot like this, but now the child is really." "
chen yifang saw fu zhiyu open the door and hurriedly stretched her neck to look behind him, until her son closed the door expressionlessly, and she withdrew her gaze.
"why didn't xiao chi follow along?"
fu zhiyu took the umbrella into the bathroom and propped it open, and slowed down against the wall for a long time before he spoke: "why did you tell him to come to the house?" "
she put down the plate in her hand, walked to the bathroom door, and looked at the boy's wary eyes, chen yifang smiled helplessly: "what do you think your mother wants to do?" "
"you told me that last time, what else can my mother do?"
as fu zhiyu grew older, the coldness in his temperament became more and more obvious, coupled with the characteristics of fu jianguo's work, the time for the three people to eat together became less and less. the scene of three people sitting together like today seems to be when fu zhiyu was just in junior high school.
chen yifang has now calmed down a lot, and she has looked up a lot of information about homosexuality on the web page. from the beginning of "is homosexuality a disease", "how to cure homosexuality", and then to the later "will homosexuals be discriminated against", "gay feelings between homosexuals". she can now face her normal son, who may have a less normal sexual orientation.
"i learned a little about ... information on this. chen yifang licked her lips, she looked at her calm and waveless son, smiled, and said: "you and xiao chi grew up together, and it is normal to have special feelings." "
"now that you are young and your thinking is not yet mature, sometimes as soon as the fresh energy passes, you will figure it out yourself."
there was no anger to be questioned, no embarrassment to talk about sexuality, and her son didn't hide from her gaze, looking serious and serious. it seemed that seeing that she did not have the next sentence, fu zhiyu slowly opened his mouth.
"i don't know if chi yu is a momentary novelty."
fu zhiyu smiled quietly, and his voice was very light: "but i like him for so many years, it is not new for a long time." "
chen yifang's smile froze on her face, and her fingers on the table were twisted together, and she even felt that there was something wrong with fu zhiyi's education method.
the soot between the man's fingers fell on the tabletop, and he looked at the teenager sitting opposite and suddenly said, "this road will be difficult." "
"i've seen so many people and things as a police officer, and you're still young, and you probably can't imagine how much discrimination and cold-eyed homosexuality has to suffer." fu jianguo coughed twice, poured some water in the ashtray, and threw the cigarette butt in his hand.
"it's going to be a tough road."
the light of the burning fire disappeared without a trace the moment it touched the water, and fu zhiyu saw that the white cigarette mouth was full of tooth marks. that was a small action that fu jianguo only made when he was upset, and he always couldn't help biting the cigarette mouth.
"dad." fu zhiyu looked at the man's somewhat cloudy eyes, paused before opening his mouth: "without him on this road, it is really difficult to walk." "
fu jianguo did not answer the call, he just seriously looked at the teenager in front of him, his eyebrows were clean but with tenacity, exactly the same as when he was young. chen yifang saw that fu jianguo did not speak, she was a little anxious, and even her voice was raised.
"even if the two of you can be together now, what about the future?"
"are you going to get married in the future?" she saw that fu zhiyu did not speak, and her heart was anxious as if it was on fire, "it is not that my mother speaks badly, how many gay people can last together?" in the end, they can't bear the pressure to get married! "
"whether homosexuality has good results, i need to confirm it myself." fu zhiyu leaned back in his chair and lowered his eyelashes: "the days when i like him alone are already very happy, and now that he likes me, how can i give up?" "
"this way, as long as he doesn't let go, i will definitely go with him."
the teenager's voice was resolute and serious without question, chen yifang's straight back gradually softened, and she covered her face with some helplessness. in fact, she knew from the moment she sat down that she would eventually be persuaded by her son, but she was still not willing.
children who are not willing to be sad for a lifetime will be looked down upon and gossiped about.
"dad. mother. fu zhiyu leaned forward slightly, "i know you may not accept it, but if you encounter chi yu, i hope you have the most basic respect and kindness to him." "
relatives said that since they were young, they had never heard fu zhiyu begging them for anything, and the children who were obviously only half old did not cry or make trouble, and they could not even say a soft word. it turned out that her sons would also tell them in a voice that was close to pleading, with a bitter smile.
"please."