Chapter 50 A Tough Guy with a Tender Heart
As he spoke, tears welled up in his eyes. He looked aggrieved and pitiful like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest touch. His long eyelashes were covered with tears, like a black butterfly wet by the rain.
"So, was what I did just now really terrible and scary?" Wen Siru asked Ren Yizi in a crying voice.
Ren Yizi hurriedly hugged him and tried to explain, "No, no, I just said it casually, don't take it to heart... Uh, it's the lighting. Yes, it's definitely the lighting. I was far away from you and couldn't see clearly."
His heart was broken by the pain caused by Wen Si Ru.
He held Wen Si Ru's hand and kissed it gently, then kissed the tears on Wen Si Ru's face, as if to comfort the little Wen Si Ru of that year.
Ren Yizi now finally understood why Wen Siru's behavior and expressions were sometimes extreme. He had experienced such extreme and terrifying things in his childhood and suffered indelible trauma, which he would remember for the rest of his life.
Fortunately, Wen Siru is a sensible person who knows right from wrong. He did not grow up astray because of this childhood trauma, and still maintains a gentle and elegant temperament towards others most of the time.
Ren Yizi felt that during these days at his grandmother's house, their souls had become closer. They told each other the most difficult things in their hearts, and had reached the highest state between lovers - harmonious harmony.
I would ask for nothing else if I had this person.
Ren Yizi called Wen Si Ru "husband" tonight. He always felt ashamed of using this word, but he was willing to do it just to make Wen Si Ru happy.
Ren Yizi lazily raised his sleepy eyelids, supported himself with his willpower, touched Wen Siru's face, and said very gently: "My dear, don't think about the unhappy things in the past. You have me now and in the future. I will always be here."
Wen Siru felt his heart burn in his heart at his determined look, then he smiled and hugged Ren Yizi tightly.
Ren Yizi fell asleep quickly tonight.
But Wen Siru hugged Ren Yizi and stayed awake all night until dawn.
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The next day, Ren Yizi and Wen Siru helped their grandmother with the work, preparing food for the New Year, and did not rest until the evening.
After taking a shower, Ren Yizi went to his grandmother's room as usual to chat with the old lady.
Although grandma is old, her speech and logic are still clear, and she is also very fashionable and avant-garde. She has a mobile phone to surf the Internet and knows many popular memes on the Internet. Ren Yizi always feels relaxed when talking to grandma.
Even when grandma was nagging Ren Yizi, he still enjoyed it: "Azi, you're back for the New Year, but remember to do your homework. It's the last six months left."
Ren Yizi nodded: "I understand, grandma."
Grandma nodded with satisfaction. Suddenly, she fixed her eyes on Ren Yizi's chest and touched it through his clothes. "That woman, does she come to see you again?"
"No, she's finally settled down," Ren Yizi felt a little guilty. He gave the white jade Buddha to Wen Siru, and now his chest felt empty.
Moreover, my grandmother attached great importance to the white jade Buddha, which was comparable to her lifeblood. Every time she came back, she would touch it to feel at ease.
Grandma was touching it when she suddenly realized something and stared into Ren Yizi's eyes: "Azi, where is your white jade Buddha?"
"I took it off when I was taking a shower, and probably forgot it in the bathroom." Ren Yizi told a white lie. He wanted to slowly tell his grandmother about him and Wen Siru, and didn't want to tell her so quickly that the old lady couldn't bear it.
He was about to get up and go to the bathroom to get it back, but Wen Si Ru was taking a shower, so he asked Wen Si Ru to give it to him and wear it temporarily.
Grandma's face suddenly turned bad. She grabbed Ren Yizi's wrist and murmured, "Don't go."
Ren Yizi's heart skipped a beat. He didn't understand what his grandmother meant.
Grandma said slowly, "Just now, when Xiaoru squatted down to help me carry something, I accidentally saw your white jade Buddha hanging on his chest. Although I only saw the red rope and not the white jade Buddha, I have seen that thing all my life, how could I not know it was a white jade Buddha? You little brat, you are still young to think you can frame your grandma."
"Grandma, we..." Ren Yizi knelt down in front of his grandmother. Cold sweat broke out all over his body. He racked his brains to make some excuses, but he was powerless to explain, because the fact was indeed like that. Wen Siru was wearing his white jade Buddha.
In grandma's heart, the person the White Jade Buddha can give is always a marriage partner.
Ren Yizi didn't expect that they would come out to their grandmother unintentionally so soon.
Grandma looked at Ren Yizi for a long time, her eyes tracing him inch by inch, and asked patiently, "Do you consider Xiaoru your sworn brother?"
Ren Yizi cautiously asked his grandmother, "What is a sworn brother?"
Grandma's expression was relatively calm at the moment. She explained to Ren Yizi: "A long time ago, when I was a child, I heard my grandma say..."
Some men in this area, when they reach about 16 years old, often recognize an older unmarried man as their sworn brother. After a certain ceremony, the two are called sworn brothers. They eat and sleep together like a married couple, and perform the rituals of a couple. They have a good relationship until the older man gets married.
Some couples maintain their relationship even when one or both of them are married, and they are still in love even after they are over 30. The parents of both parties also regard each other's sons as sons-in-law and will pay part of the expenses when the other son marries a wife.
"So, you and Xiaoru are sworn brothers?" Grandma finished her question and continued to ask. She was about to help Ren Yizi over. "My dear grandson, why are you kneeling? Grandma is telling you, our family is not so poor that we need to have sworn brothers, so there is no need to become sworn brothers with Xiaoru. You can just be friends with him."
Ren Yizi finally understood why his grandmother's reaction was not as intense as he had imagined, because his grandmother simply thought that he and Wen Siru were sworn brothers, and they could still get married and have children to continue the family line.
But he and Wen Si Ru are not like that. They are in a serious relationship and absolutely do not allow a third party to appear.
He refused to get up and continued to kneel on the ground. The winter floor was still freezing cold even through his clothes. His voice was hard and bitter as he spoke to his grandmother intermittently, "But grandma, Wen Siru and I are not sworn brothers. We...we are no different from those men and women who fall in love...it is impossible for us to have children..."
After hearing this, grandma stood there in a daze. The evening breeze blew in, messing up her silver-white hair, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to have deepened several inches.
Ren Yizi's heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his palms were sweating. He was really afraid that his grandmother would faint, so he quickly went to pull her hand: "Grandma, I'm sorry, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for Dad, I'm sorry for our ancestors. But I love Wen Siru so much that I can't help myself. He is the one for me in this life..."
He explained with a pale face, but his grandmother just stared at him blankly, without saying a word for a long time, like a sculpture.
It felt like an eternity before Grandma finally sighed deeply and helped Ren Yizi to his feet. "Grandma is old now. I can't hit you or scold you anymore. What else can I do? Now I can only believe that my children and grandchildren will have their own blessings."
Ren Yizi lowered his head and his legs were numb from kneeling. It felt like millions of ants were gnawing at his feet. He stood up fearfully and waited for his grandmother to continue speaking.
"Azi, I don't understand this," Grandma's cloudy eyes were filled with bitter tears. Her calloused, cracked, and peeling hands touched Ren Yizi's face and said softly, "But I love you, my dear grandson."
Ren Yizi didn't understand what the old lady said at first. He was in a state of panic. It took him a long time to react. His eyes were sore and he quickly hugged his grandmother and said, "Thank you, grandma!"
Grandma touched his head and said kindly, "I don't have much time left. I just hope you can grow up healthy and happy. I don't ask for anything else.
Xiaoru is a very good kid, tall, handsome, sensible, well-behaved and polite. If you like him so much, you should live a good life with him."
Ren Yizi originally thought that his grandmother would firmly oppose them. Although his grandmother was a surfing expert and her thoughts were much more open than other elderly people, she was definitely a very traditional type of person when it came to matters like falling in love. Otherwise, his grandmother would not have attached such importance to a gift like the white jade Buddha to her grandson's daughter-in-law.
But he never expected that his grandmother was so understanding. In fact, the most difficult hurdle for homosexuals to come out is family members, and he and Wen Siru have already received the approval of both sets of parents.
Ren Yizi cried with joy. He felt like he was dreaming during this period of time. Ever since he met Wen Si Ru, he became lucky and many things went smoothly.
Grandma's eyes were filled with sadness, but she smiled and said to Ren Yizi, "You guys should go to the ancestral hall to pay your respects later. This year you are the one who brought people back."
Ren Yizi was so excited that he almost jumped up: "Okay, grandma, you come with us."
He couldn't wait to get to the bathroom door, waiting for Wen Siru to come out. He wanted to scare him, so he deliberately said to Wen Siru with a sad face, "I came out to my grandma."
Wen Siru was startled for a moment, and said hesitantly in surprise: "Then grandma..."
Ren Yizi found his nervousness amusing, and he couldn't pretend any longer, so he laughed out loud: "Of course he agreed to us!"
There was also a smile in Wen Siru's eyes.
Ren Yizi was extremely excited: "Grandma is very pleased with you and even asked us to go to the ancestral temple to pay our respects. Do you know what it means to go to the ancestral temple to pay our respects here?"
Wen Siru shook his head and looked at Ren Yizi expectantly as he continued.
Ren Yizi was very pleased with Wen Siru's expression and continued, "Here, only couples who are confirmed in their relationship and about to get married can go to the ancestral hall to worship."
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Grandma took them out and walked a long way to the ancestral hall.
A small group of people gathered in the ancestral hall, chatting about something. When they saw grandma, they greeted her. After exchanging greetings for a long time, they saw Ren Yizi and Wen Siru.
Among them, a white-haired old man said to Ren Yizi, "Xiao Zi, you've grown so tall and handsome now? I haven't seen you for a long time. Time flies. I held you in my arms when you were little. You peed on my hand. Do you remember?"
I don’t remember! Do you have to tell such an embarrassing thing? Wen Siru was still listening beside him.
Ren Yizi was so anxious that his toes were about to touch the ground, but he nodded reluctantly and chatted about something else to move on from the issue.
The old man saw Wen Siru again and pointed at him rudely: "Hey, how come I have never seen this young man before? Are you from our village? If you are from another family, you can't enter our ancestral hall casually."
Seeing this, grandma rushed to the rescue. She took Wen Siru's arm and said, "Xiaoru is a member of our family. He is my other grandson. Of course he can enter our ancestral hall."
As soon as she said these words to protect her son, everyone present was wondering when this old lady Yang had a grandson. Perhaps it was another child of her son, and this child was with her daughter-in-law. But they didn't dare to ask because her son had passed away and they were afraid that asking would remind the old lady of her sadness.
My grandmother was very respected in this place, so she made up an excuse and asked everyone in the ancestral hall to pack up their good things and go home.
Now, there are only three people left in the entire ancestral hall, including Ren Yizi.
Ren Yizi finally relaxed. He didn't like being treated like a monkey, and he also hoped that there would be no outsiders around when he and Wen Siru worshipped the gods and Buddhas.
Grandma took six lit incense sticks and gave them three each.
The two of them knelt on the mats and bowed sincerely to the gods and Buddhas in the hall.
Then Ren Yizi said to Wen Siru with anticipation, "Shall we get married?"
Wen Siru's eyebrows curved: "Okay."
Ren Yizi softly called out, "Bow to Heaven and Earth."
The two of them bowed to the shrine, and a thin white mist escaped from the incense sticks, lingering around them, and the scent of sandalwood spread to every corner of the ancestral hall.
"Bow to your parents twice."
The two of them turned around tacitly and bowed to grandma.
Grandma didn't know what they were doing and smiled slightly.
"Husband and wife bow to each other."
Not far from the ancestral hall came the sounds of children laughing and firecrackers, like the sound of celebratory salutes at a wedding.
The two of them bowed to each other sincerely and reverently.
Ren Yizi stood up with great satisfaction and hugged Wen Siru.
Wen Siru whispered in his ear: "Brother, I will complete this wedding for you."
The tone is so gentle that it makes people addicted.
Ren Yizi's heart was beating wildly, and he responded excitedly: "I'm looking forward to that day."
They left the ancestral hall, with grandma walking in front.
Ren Yizi was playing with Wen Siru in the back. He jumped onto Wen Siru's back and said coquettishly, "Carry me. When I was a child, I saw brides who came to the ancestral hall to get married were all carried back by the grooms."
Wen Siru hooked his strong arms around Ren Yizi's knees and walked very steadily and calmly on the road covered with red firecrackers, which were all set off by others during the day.
Ren Yizi felt for some reason that they were walking on the red carpet of a wedding.
Their clothes rubbed against each other, transferring heat, and their love dispelled the chill of the winter night.
"Then do you remember what those brides called the grooms?" Wen Siru asked with a smile, turning around a few times with Ren Yizi on his back.
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