The atmosphere was cold, filled with uneasiness and tension, like the ultimate tranquility before a storm.

Wei Shuo was stunned and didn't understand what his mother was saying for a moment.

"His...sister?" Wei Shuo repeated hesitantly, trying to digest his mother's words.

Mother Wei adjusted her rimless glasses, and it was obvious that she was a little confused, but she still looked dignified and calm.

"Yes. Your face is more compatible with his sister, and your yin and yang are compatible. She is the most suitable partner for you."

Wei Shuo: "...Didn't you say that Yang Xi and I have a good marriage?"

Mother Wei: "That's based on the face and birth date. But Yang Xi and his sister are twins, their birth dates are the same, and their faces are almost the same... This has interfered with the calculation results."

"That's fine. I just observed that you and Yang Xi are indeed not suitable. Go get his sister's contact information and bring the little girl home someday. I—"

"Please wait a moment." Wei Shuo interrupted his mother's order and rubbed his frowning brows helplessly: "This is too sudden. Let me think about it first, okay?"

Mother Wei also frowned: "What is there to think about? If it's not suitable, break up quickly. Don't delay the child, and don't wait for his sister to be snatched away by someone else."

The more Wei Shuo listened, the more unhappy he became. How could he become a love machine? Was the program still a vague and unreliable metaphysics? He had to try his best to hold back his sharpness and speak tactfully: "What is your standard for judging whether it is suitable or not?"

Mother Wei firmly emphasized: "It's destiny."

Wei Shuo was silent for a while, then he gave a slightly sarcastic smile. If he had known earlier, he would not have asked such an unprofessional question.

Even though he has received higher education and is engaged in research, his values ​​are still so feudal and superstitious...

Wei Shuo finally figured it out today. What a bullshit metaphysics. It was obviously just the fortune teller making up whatever nonsense he wanted.

Wei Shuo became angrier and angrier as he thought about it, and he simply couldn't bear it anymore: "You can't accept your son being with a man, right? Seeing that his sister looks attractive, you just want me to change my target?"

Mother Wei didn't expect her son to cry back, so she lowered her voice and said, "Wei Shuo, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"You made the decision so casually. Have you ever considered my opinion? I lowered my face to beg Yang Xi to have a relationship with me. Oh, now it's not necessary. You want me to beg his sister? Am I a jerk?"

"You are willing to trample on your son's dignity and face just for a few baseless rumors, right?"

Wei Shuo's eyes were slightly red, and his tone was so calm that it was chilling.

Mother Wei's eyes were dark: "What do you mean, are you going to rebel again?"

"Is this called rebellion?" Wei Shuo laughed in anger, stiffening his neck and asking, "I decide my own life events, is this called rebellion? Am I your son, or a robot?"

"Wei Shuo, you'd better understand the situation." Wei's mother glared at Wei Shuo and said sternly, "It was you who insisted on doing live streaming. Now your luck has been blocked and you need to find a partner to help you. Am I not helping you?"

"Help me...?"

Wei Shuo smiled helplessly and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

This is his mother's "help", leaving him no way out and never asking for his consent.

Sometimes, he really envied Xiaoci.

No matter how wild his ideas are, as long as he says "I want it", his family and Uncle Lu will fully support him and are willing to pamper him and satisfy him, so that he can be worry-free since he was a child.

And he...his strict and rigid mother always cuts off all his extravagant dreams with her own hands. She just wants him to move forward along the predetermined track and keep doing the "right thing", and she always says that it is for his own good.

But Wei Shuo was born with a rebellious nature. The more he was controlled, the more unbridled he became.

The drawings were torn up, the guitar was smashed, the game console was thrown away...only the skateboard placed in Shen Ci's house was left to keep him alive.

His mother had a strong desire for control, and the two quarreled almost every day during adolescence. Wei Shuo developed a bad mouth habit during that time, and was beaten by his parents every day for his rude words.

The boy was so stubborn as to save face that he kept silent, but his heart was already filled with tears of grievance, and he would only break down in the middle of the night.

At that time, Wei Shuo was very dependent on Shen Ci and often stayed at Shen's house. He would lie on the bed holding the fat baby boy, and could not help shedding tears, but he bit his lips tightly and did not say a word.

Shen Ci learned how to pat his back to comfort him without any instruction, and patiently talked to him and enlightened him without any impatience. He even sang to him in his childish voice with his voice still intact.

Companionship is the most lasting confession of love, and this also applies to friends.

Later, Wei's mother went to Country M for work, and the relationship with her son eased due to the distance.

With his father's secret help, Wei Shuo started doing things he liked. His temperament gradually became more restrained, and he became more respectful to his mother when he made phone calls.

But mom, she never changed...

In a trance, Wei Shuo returned to his repressed youth, where he was controlled and insulted, and his life fell into a dark and denied state - the pressure of the savage outburst instantly overwhelmed him.

Wei Shuo suddenly sneered in disdain, clumsily covering up the sob that threatened to escape his throat.

I thought that all my tears in this life had been shed when I lay on Shen Ci's shoulders in my youth.

Rubbing the tip of his nose roughly, Wei Shuo suppressed his bitterness with all his strength. His cheeks were sore and his teeth were trembling. However, he still stared at his mother stubbornly and said through gritted teeth, "Mom, was it grandma who figured out your relationship with dad and forced you to have it in the name of career?"

Mother Wei frowned: "This is not——"

"Mom! Can't you put yourself in my shoes and think about me!" Wei Shuo interrupted with a shout, his eyes watery and trembling.

"How I live my life is up to me! Even if I rot or die, I will be responsible for it myself!"

"Mom, I know you don't like me. I suggest you consult your fortune when you get pregnant with your second child, so that you don't give birth to another useless and disobedient son like me!"

Before his nasal, mocking voice had even died down, Wei Shuo turned and ran, leaving behind a few drops of water that fell to the ground with a lonely "plop".

"Wei Shuo!"

In response to her, there was a loud door knock. Wei Shuo slammed the wooden door and left.

Yang Qi heard a faint sound in the house and went downstairs with some trepidation, but he only saw Mother Wei walking quickly towards the entrance with a rare look of anxiety on her face.

"Auntie, what's wrong?" Yang Qing noticed something was wrong and hurried over.

Mother Wei sighed helplessly, her pale lips trembling a little: "Auntie just made him unhappy, Xiao Liu, can you..."

"I'll go after him, Auntie, you calm down first." Yang Xi understood immediately, took Wei Shuo's coat from the entrance, and hurried out.

He ran out of the courtyard gate and saw Wei Shuo from a distance walking quickly on the crosswalk against the biting cold wind.

He was only wearing a thin sweater, looking extremely thin, small and lonely.

From a distance of a hundred meters, Yang Xi yelled at him: "Wei Shuo! Come back and put on your clothes!"

Wei Shuo had no reaction.

Yang Xi saw Wei Shuo riding a shared bicycle from a distance, swaying away in the biting cold wind. It looked like he would be blown to the ground by the wind in the next second, so he cursed him again.

He frowned, picked up his coat, pressed the remote to unlock his car, and walked quickly to the garage, intending to drive directly to chase Wei Shuo.

Although Wei Shuo's bike was tilted, it was going very fast. Yang Xi drove for more than ten minutes before catching up with him. He rolled down the window and yelled outside: "Wei Shuo, stop right there!"

Wei Shuo turned a deaf ear and continued riding with his eyes fixed forward. Yang Xi had no choice but to step on the accelerator to speed up, drifting suddenly in front of Wei Shuo and blocking his way. Wei Shuo was forced to stop, calmly turned the car's front, changed direction and ran away.

The sound of a car door slamming was very clear. Yang Xi walked over angrily and stared at Wei Shuo with a gloomy face.

Wei Shuo's face was very cold: "Was my mother bribed? Get out of here, young master."

"You built this road? What qualifications do you have to tell me to get out?"

Yang Xi gritted his teeth, pulled Wei Shuo off the bicycle, tightened his arms to restrain Wei Shuo, and carried him towards the bicycle. The innocent bicycle was kicked down by Yang Xi.

Wei Shuo struggled: "Are you sick? Do you have the qualifications to kidnap me?"

Yang Xi: "Of course I have. You have been supporting me but you haven't paid me yet. I have to confiscate you first to avoid being at a loss!"

"..." Wei Shuo was stunned. If Yang Xi hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten about this stupid thing.

Before he could react, Yang Xi threw him into the passenger seat. A warm feeling suddenly hit his face and Wei Shuo shuddered all over.

Yang Qing closed the car door and quickly walked back to the driver's seat.

"?" There seemed to be something under his butt. Wei Shuo lifted his butt slightly and pulled it out, and was stunned again.

It was his cotton-padded jacket hanging on the door. It was obvious that it was brought here by Yang Xi's gang without his permission.

"..." Wei Shuo rubbed his brows, unable to vent his anger.

"Where are we going?" Yang Luo sat in the driver's seat, tapping the steering wheel unconsciously with his fingers.

Wei Shuo didn't answer. Yang Qi knew that asking further would be useless, so he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards his home.

There was a slight rustling sound of clothes rubbing against each other in his ears. In the corner of his eye, Yang Liu saw Wei Shuo putting on his coat silently. He didn't say a word, like a well-behaved and quiet child.

Yang Xi tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

This man is very cute when he is quiet, and it appeals to Yang Qing's cuteness, but... he always feels uncomfortable inside. Wei Shuo shouldn't look so depressed and decadent.

It’s like a treasured music box that suddenly breaks and can no longer sing. The shape is still exquisite, but it makes people feel sad because it has lost its soul.

How to help him cheer up... Yang Wei frowned.

"Hello." Wei Shuo called out in a muffled voice.

"What?"

"There's a convenience store ahead. Stop for a moment and buy something."

Wei Shuo pointed somewhere not far away.

The car quickly stopped by the roadside. Yang Xi leaned over the steering wheel, staring vigilantly at Wei Shuo's back after he got out of the car, fearing that he would run away.

Wei Shuo went in with his hands in his pockets and came out again with his hands in his pockets, with an expressionless face. He walked straight past the car and headed across the street.

"Fuck." Yang Xi got out of the car immediately and hurriedly grabbed Wei Shuo's hand: "Where are we going?"

Wei Shuo still looked straight ahead calmly, raised his chin slightly and pointed: "The riverside."

***

The river bank was covered with green lawns, sloping down gently to a brick-paved sidewalk at the same level as the river, separated by a high railing.

Yang Xi held Wei Shuo's hand anxiously and strolled to the waist of the hill, where he sat down facing the chilly wind, in silence.

Wei Shuo took out the things he had just bought from his pocket: a box of blue ladies' cigarettes and a lighter.

"You actually know how to smoke?" Yang Qing stared at the cigarette box in shock: "I've never seen this before..."

"It only happens when there's a lot of pressure." Wei Shuo replied calmly.

He learned this when he was a teenager, and the result is not as good as Xiaoci singing a song for him to relieve his stress.

But Xiao Naitian is very busy filming now, and she was also taken away and kept as a captive... Wei Shuo lowered his eyes somewhat dejectedly.

His expression was exceptionally calm. He lowered his eyes and skillfully took out a cigarette and a lighter. He pressed the lighter several times but failed to light the cigarette successfully.

Yang Xi had been looking at him, so he stretched out his left hand and put up a small wind shield in front of the lighter. He moved closer and whispered, "The wind is a bit strong. Let's try again now?"

His deep voice was like smoke, hoarse and sexy, as if he could sing a love song about a broken heart in the next second.

"..." Wei Shuo's eyes fell on the palm in front of him. Yang Xi's fingertips were all worn out by thick threads, which were the marks left by playing the guitar desperately. It was the first time he noticed it.

This guy looks lazy, but it turns out he works very hard.

Wei Shuo couldn't help but glance at Yang Xi, who looked back in confusion: "...Is there something on my face?"

Wei Shuo was in a bad mood and was too lazy to say anything more. He lowered his head again without saying a word, and this time he finally lit the cigarette.

He held the cigarette between his legs and took a deep breath. He hadn't smoked for a long time and was almost choked. He frowned and coughed a few times.

"So stupid..." Yang Xi muttered and patted Wei Shuo's back gently.

Wei Shuo just stared at the lake, his nose tip and ears were frozen red, and a thin, light white smoke was silently exhaled, carrying a minty scent, which was blown away by the cold wind and disappeared in an instant.

“…”

Yang Wei frowned and rubbed his forehead. He was not used to this kind of silence, especially the silence between him and Wei Shuo. He even missed the daily tit-for-tat exchanges with him.

"Hey, can I sing a song for you?" Yang Xi poked Wei Shuo, but Wei Shuo looked at him as if he had seen a ghost, his eyes wide open.

"..." Yang Xi felt uncomfortable being stared at: "If you dislike me, just say it directly. Who are you trying to scare by staring at me like that?"

Wei Shuo regained his gloomy look, raised his head and took a puff of cigarette: "You can go now."

Yang Qing refused without a second thought: "No way, what if you jump into the river?"

Wei Shuo rolled his eyes at Yang Xi: "Do I look like a stupid kid?"

Yang Xi took the opportunity to pinch his cold cheeks: "It's not like, it's you."

"Tsk..." Yang Xi always managed to magically crush his anger points. Wei Shuo pressed the cigarette butt hard to the ground and crushed it on the wet soil: "You damn sissy, you need to be punished, don't you?"

Yang Xi snorted, "I think you are the one who needs to be cleaned up. If you keep complaining, I will swear."

Veins popped on Wei Shuo's forehead. He threw away the cigarette butt and his mouth started to itch again after a long absence.

He licked his dry and cold lips, and after gathering strength for a few seconds, he began to talk sweetly: "Just your needlework? Stop insulting me. Do you think I didn't notice just now? You are so excited just by kissing, are you still a virgin? Aren't you ashamed of talking nonsense every day..."

Wei Shuo kept talking for a long time, and finally laughed sarcastically: "Don't even think about turning over, you sissy. Just wash your ass clean. In two days, I will be in the mood to make you happy."

After suddenly venting his anger, Wei Shuo felt a lot more relieved, with even a hint of mocking smile lingering on the corner of his mouth.

However, Yang Xi opened his lips slightly without any reaction, staring at Wei Shuo in a daze. From Wei Shuo's point of view, he was completely frightened.

Wei Shuo became even happier and was about to continue his sarcasm when he saw Yang Xi suddenly laugh, which caught Wei Shuo's eyes unexpectedly.

There was pure light in her narrowed eyes, and the smile at the corners of her lips was warm and bright. She couldn't help but reveal her white and neat teeth, which inadvertently brightened Wei Shuo's mood.

The biting cold wind around me suddenly disappeared, and everything seemed to be tinged with tenderness.

The sunlight hit Yang Qi's small silver earrings, reflecting a bright light that made Wei Shuo dizzy.

“…”

Wei Shuo's body gradually stiffened, and his accelerated heartbeat became clearer. He subconsciously reached for a cigarette, trying to divert his attention.

However, perhaps because his hands were shaking or the wind was too strong, Wei Shuo couldn't light the fire.

Yang Xi snatched Wei Shuo's cigarette with a smile, and in the other's slightly shocked and slightly angry eyes, he grabbed his shoulders and pressed Wei Shuo into his arms, with his chin naturally resting on Wei Shuo's head.

"Are you sick?" Wei Shuo got angry.

His voice was cheerful and joyful: "Swear more, hahahaha, this is Wei Shuo."

Wei Shuo's hand, which was about to give up and resist, suddenly stopped, and his memory seemed to rewind, recalling all the tenderness that Yang Xi had hidden.

Thousands of thoughts rushed to him in a mess, and the familiar sour feeling came over him again. Wei Shuo wrinkled his nose and tried to hold it back, but he couldn't help it and tears still fell.

His heart ached with pain and grievances and sadness flooded over the mountains like a dam breaking. Wei Shuo did not move, allowing the annoying sissy to hold him, closing his eyes and burying his head in his chest, gritted his teeth and cried silently.

Yang Xi gently stroked Wei Shuo's hair and hummed a slow tune softly.

The quiet and gentle company made Wei Shuo cry even harder, and before he knew it, his whole body relaxed.

When we got on the bus again, it was already half an hour later.

The car drove quietly towards the city. Yang Xi said he was going to his house, so that Wei Shuo and his mother could separate temporarily and calm down.

The car stereo was playing the radio, and the female anchor of the music station recommended the song in a gentle voice, and then started playing the song.

Wei Shuo tilted his head quietly, leaned lazily against the back of the car, and stared at himself in the rearview mirror in a daze.

The image was a little blurry, but you could still see the redness on your face, especially at the corners of your mouth and the tip of your nose.

What a loser, actually crying in front of Yang Qi...

A slightly sad male voice flowed in the car, which made Wei Shuo's thoughts drift away with the song.

"Knowing that this was an accident, why would you come?"

"Knowing that this was a serious injury, would you have come?"

“…”

What hypocritical and ridiculous lyrics! Wei Shuo spat in his heart.

Why ask “do you want to” or “can you”? Wouldn’t you know the result if you just try?