Ideal Lover
Fang Huai and Kong Lingyu have personalities at two extremes.
Fang Huai is not good at adapting to all environments, but Kong Lingyu can adapt to all environments like a fish in water, including this home that Fang Huai has spent more than ten years trying to integrate into.
Fang Huai sat in his seat, silently watching Kong Lingyu chatting with his family, and occasionally responding to Kong Lingyu's words. At first glance, Fang Huai leaned towards the supporting role, and he also realized that Kong Lingyu was speaking again, but Fang Huai pretended not to hear and buried his head in eating.
"This child." He Lijun said angrily: "Fang Huai usually doesn't like to talk, Xiao Kong, don't mind it."
She stood up and picked up some food for Fang Huai, deliberately avoiding the shrimp on the table, and said softly, "It's not shrimp this time."
Fang Huai picked up the bowl and looked up at his adoptive mother, at a loss. He Lijun's eyes were burning, and she motioned him to eat quickly.
Seeing the actions of the mother and son, Kong Lingyu also smiled and stood up to pick up some food for Fang Huai, saying attentively, "Eat more, you're too thin."
"And uncle and aunt, eat quickly."
He did not forget to pick up food for the two elders. Fang Henan protected his own bowl and refused to let his boss pick up food for him no matter what. The two of them refused to give in to each other, and the atmosphere at the table became lively.
He Lijun's attention was diverted, and Fang Huai's tense shoulders relaxed. While he lowered his head to eat, Kong Lingyu put more dishes into his bowl and said proudly, "You like this dish very much. Come on, eat it."
The food in the bowl was piled high, and Fang Huai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He really liked this dish, but he didn't need so much.
Kong Lingyu saw his difficulty and came over: "If you can't finish it, I'll eat it later."
"Kong Lingyu!" Fang Huai whispered to warn this guy not to go too far. Kong Lingyu quickly admitted his mistake and while others were not paying attention, he picked up the extra dishes from Fang Huai's bowl and put them into his own bowl.
Fang Huai looked around guiltily, and after making sure that his family members had not noticed him, he couldn't help but elbow Kong Lingyu.
Kong Lingyu was beaten, but he was not angry. He clenched his right fist and pressed it against the corner of his mouth.
After dinner, Fang Huai took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Kong Lingyu followed suit. Fang Huai originally wanted to let him take a rest, after all, it was very impolite to let guests wash dishes.
But this guy immediately moved Fang Huai out, which must be because he was still deliberately distancing himself from him because of what happened during the day.
Fang Huai couldn't argue with him, so he had to let this guy have his way.
Two tall and long-legged men standing in front of the narrow washbasin inevitably bumped their arms and were unable to move freely.
Fang Huai was depressed and wanted to ask this troublesome guy to leave, but when he met Kong Lingyu's attentive eyes, he didn't know how to start. He could only wash the dishes in an extremely awkward posture, and handed the clean dishes to Kong Lingyu, asking him to put them in the storage basket.
Just a few bowls and dishes made Fang Huai break out in a sweat.
Kong Lingyu had nothing to do, so he leaned against the door frame with his hands folded, looking at Fang Huai carefully, his narrow eyes full of melting tenderness.
He Lijun's old-style apron was tied around Fang Huai's waist, her white shirt was tightly attached to her slender waist, and her legs were long and straight under her black suit pants. The young boy had grown up and become strong and tough, but his heart, covered by a thin layer of ice, was soft and delicate, and he couldn't bear to say even a harsh word.
Kong Lingyu also seized this opportunity of Fang Huai and approached him step by step.
"Maimai, what kind of person do you like?" Kong Lingyu tilted his head and looked at Fang Huai.
His light-hearted question brought the small kitchen to a dead silence. Fang Huai's back was stiff and his movements were awkward. Kong Lingyu's question was abrupt and realistic.
Fang Huai always felt that the word "like" was too simple and immature when applied to him, just like hot ginger tea in winter, with only brown sugar, water, and ginger slices, pure and too thin. He also simply said the person he liked: "Someone who likes me."
He likes people who like him.
His answer was simple, but it could summarize everyone as much as possible.
Kong Lingyu lowered his head and chuckled. Facing Fang Huai's puzzled gaze, he slowly stepped forward and wiped the water stains on Fang Huai's hands with a dry towel. With a playful look on his face, he said, "You know, that's not what I'm asking."
Fang Huai subconsciously took a few steps back, leaning his back against the cold sink. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, pulled his hand back, and pretended to be calm: "That's what I'm talking about."
The tall man in front of him had a smile on his face. He put his hands in his pockets and leaned over to Fang Huai. The light sweet scent of perfume filled Fang Huai's nose. Kong Lingyu reached out and pulled Fang Huai aside. With his back to Fang Huai, he wiped the wet basin dry and said with a smile: "I mean: what is your ideal lover like?"
He turned around and stared at Fang Huai, "Isn't he exactly the same as Professor Li on the phone?"
Fang Huai frowned, retreated to the door, and thought seriously. He didn't have an ideal type, only whether it was suitable.
Staring at Kong Lingyu's teasing gaze, Fang Huai curled the corners of his lips. He didn't directly answer his question, but said, "Li Xuan is my lover, and the person I like."
"The kitchen is almost clean, come out."
Kong Lingyu suddenly laughed out loud, and he took in all of Fang Huai's little movements.
Fang Huai was confused and glanced at Kong Lingyu. He immediately stopped smiling. He seemed to see through Fang Huai's thoughts and said, "Take your time."
Take your time. If you don’t have an ideal type, shape it slowly. When you find someone who is right, there will be someone more suitable. There is no rush.
Every year on the second day of the Lunar New Year, Fang Huai would not follow the Fang family back to his grandmother's house. Fang Huai would not mention it, and his adoptive parents would not ask.
As a guest, Kong Lingyu also declined the Fang family's invitation. The family of three stood in front of the car. Fang Henan wanted to say something but stopped himself, and He Lijun turned her back to count the gifts.
Originally, Fang Henian planned to stay and accompany his brother and boss, but was persuaded by Fang Huai.
The old lady loved him the most. He had been waiting for the New Year for a long time, so he should go back to visit her. Fang Huai handed the red envelopes he had wrapped to Fang He Nian and said, "One for you and one for grandma. Please wish her a happy New Year for me."
He Lijun got in the car early to watch the two brothers. At the urging of his adoptive father, Fang Henian shouted for them to wait for another three minutes, and whispered to Fang Huai: "Brother, I was too young back then, don't mind it."
"You will always be my family, my brother."
Fang Huai waved his hand and replied, "Yeah."
After watching the family of three leave, Kong Lingyu stood behind Fang Huai and asked, "Why don't you go back together?"
Fang Huai brushed past him, his tone light and airy, "It's a family reunion, and I'm an outsider, what's the point of going there?"
In the car as they drove out, Fang Henian handed his grandmother's red envelope to his mother, "Mom, this is the red envelope my brother gave to grandma."
He Lijun took the red envelope and held it in her hand. She felt like there was a thorn stuck in her chest, neither going up nor down, as if she was being excluded by her family. Except for her, everyone knew about Fang Huai's allergy.
She had asked her husband before, but his eyes were vague and hesitant. He just told her to go home and ask her mother. She was angry and shocked at the time. What did a simple allergy have to do with her mother?
She has to go back.
She wanted to go back and ask why she didn’t know Fang Huai was allergic to shrimp?
Also, what exactly happened that year?
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