"I'll ask about it when it's over. Go wash up and go to bed."
The next day.
Song Xianqing brought over a thousand parrots, which excited the tourists. The parrots were docile and unafraid of people. They could chat and say nice things. As long as you raised your hand, a parrot would fly up and stand on it. Many girls had a great time playing with them.
They all took photos with the parrots.
The lamp wick is much easier to handle.
The propaganda minister seized the opportunity again, exploiting the two individuals relentlessly. When someone posted a video, the propaganda department also posted one, generating a significant amount of traffic and causing the videos to go viral.
On the third day, the influx of tourists almost overwhelmed the guesthouses.
The propaganda department mobilized the villagers overnight to build more distinctive homestays. During holidays, the clan chief's house would be packed with tourists. Song Xianqing's room was thus requisitioned.
Song Xianqing didn't find out until after the National Day holiday.
They didn't want to go back in the first place, and now they wanted to go back even less. They packed their things, preparing to move everything to Dengxin's place. Song's mother, eating pastries, asked, "Are you going to Beishan again?"
Song Xianqing: "Find Liu Yu."
Song's mother: "Why aren't we going to Beishan anymore?"
Song Xianqing: "Is something wrong, Mom?"
Song's mother: "Are you hiding something from me?"
Song Xianqing: "No."
Song's mother: "You were playing with insects?"
Song Xianqing: "I only play with birds."
Mr. and Mrs. Song did not want their son to play with poisonous insects. They believed that these insects were dangerous and that if they were kept in captivity, they could easily attack people and endanger their lives if not rescued in time. They only had one child, and although they let him run around freely, they did not want him to walk on a tightrope.
Song's mother: "Then why are you always with the Holy Son?"
Song Xianqing: "I like it."
Song's mother: "What do you like?"
Song Xianqing: "I like him."
Song's mother thought her son was joking and sighed, "Don't be so irresponsible and annoying. Liu Yu is an honest child, she might be embarrassed to let you leave. You should also be more considerate."
Song Xianqing: "Who said that? He likes it."
Song's mother: "Who likes to be disturbed? Do you? Don't be so oblivious."
Song Xianqing had almost finished packing. She fastened the clasp on the suitcase, picked it up, and tentatively asked her mother, "Mom, if I come out as gay, can you accept it?"
Once the child tentatively opens their mouth, they've probably already undone their pants. Song's mother: "..."
After a long pause, he frowned and said, "Say it again?"
Song Xianqing: "Coming out of the closet, is that acceptable?"
Song's mother felt the pastry was choking and swallowed several times before finally managing to swallow it. She placed half a piece on the plate, came to her son, looked him up and down, and felt quite apprehensive.
"You like...boys?"
"Um."
"You're not lying to Mom, are you? Today isn't April Fool's Day. Did you lose a prank or a dare?"
Song's mother felt as if the sky were falling. She would be criticized for not getting married, let alone dating a boy. Her father was the head of the clan. If people found out, Song's mother suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
Clutching her chest, she sat in a chair and beckoned to her son: "Come here, let's have a good talk."
Song Xianqing went over and sat down. The more Song's mother looked at him, the more her brows furrowed. She couldn't understand why her son liked men. When did this happen? Was it innate or acquired?
When she and her husband were young, they were outstanding in every aspect. Could it be that their son is the opposite of what they had achieved?
What have you experienced during these past few years?
"I raise birds, farm, and haven't experienced much."
"No, that can't be right. Who are you with?"
“I live alone. Didn’t you and Dad go there before?”
Qi Xue and Song Xianqing did not live together. Beishan was so big, and their bamboo houses were far apart. She did live alone, but Song's mother felt uncomfortable. Her heart was pounding like a drum.
"You said you like boys, who do you like?"
An answer vaguely appeared in my mind.
I just don't dare to confirm it.
Song Xianqing: "Liu Yu".
The moment her son uttered his name, Song's mother felt dizzy and almost fainted. She tried to calm herself down, second by second, but no matter how hard she tried, Liu Yu was still a boy.
Her voice trembled as she spoke: "That's...that's the Holy Son. There's no way you two could be together. Xianqing, don't scare your mother. You still prefer girls, right? Your father and I only have you. Your father is the clan leader. It's not right, it's not reasonable, it's not acceptable..."
Song Xianqing's expression gradually became serious.
“I know that once our term ends, nothing will be able to bind us anymore.” The boy knelt at his mother’s feet, his expression serious. “I love him, I want to give him a proper status, I want to bring him home for dinner during the New Year, and I want your blessings. Mom, you know, I’ve never liked playing with girls since I was little. I guess it’s innate. I’m only happy when I see him.”
The more he talked, the more Song's mother felt like the sky was falling.
My mind is filled with the thought: How could my son like boys?
She didn't even know whether she should tell her husband.
In the past, the couple always solved problems together. Song's mother relied heavily on Song's father, but regarding their son's sexual orientation, only he knew the truth at the moment, and Song's mother was suffering from a heart attack.
Song Xianqing saw that Song's mother was about to faint.
Help his mother to lie down on the bed.
The mother and son remained silent for a long time, sitting there until evening. Song Xianqing wanted to go back to cook for Dengxin, but according to Qi Xue, he had already taken care of all the meals at home, including the housework.
Xiaoyu's wife only needs to eat, sleep, and sunbathe.
Are you hungry?
Hungry but not in the mood to eat, Song's mother felt nauseous. She thought she owed this child something in her past life and he had come to collect the debt in this life. How could he have a problem with his sexual orientation?
The more Song's mother thought about it, the sadder she became, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Song Xianqing went to cook and came back an hour later with a coat slung over her arm. "Mom, the food is ready. You can eat as soon as you get up. I'm leaving now."
Song's mother's voice was much weaker: "Where to?"
Song Xianqing: "Go to Xiaoyu's place."
Song's mother: "You..."
I'm so angry I feel terrible.
This child has always been very opinionated.
When Song's father returned, Song Xianqing didn't say anything. He just told his father to take good care of his mother and left. Before Song's father could even ask any questions, his son was like a caged bird; once the cage door opened, he disappeared in a flash.
Song's mother simply couldn't bear it all alone.
Song's father will also know about this in the future.
Song's mother felt that she might need her husband's guidance.
Clutching her heart, which felt like it was about to burst, she had a long talk with her husband that lasted all night. The couple sighed countless times throughout the night. Mr. Song rarely smoked because Mrs. Song disliked the smell of smoke.
I went to the balcony at night and smoked a pack.
I thought about it all night but still couldn't figure it out.
The next day, Mr. and Mrs. Song arrived at Nan Yu's house.
Song Xianqing is watering the flowers in the yard.
A row of birds stood on the fence. As they approached, seven or eight parrots flew toward them. Song Xianqing knew his parents were coming, so he opened the gate in advance. When they arrived, he watered the garden, scooped water into buckets, and rolled up his sleeves as he went.
"Mom and Dad."
Song's mother's eyes were slightly swollen; she had cried last night.
Song Xianqing invited the two elders to sit down and poured them a glass of water.
Mr. Song remained silent with a stern face, yet his presence exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.
Song's mother asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you the only one here?"
Song Xianqing turned his head to look at the stilted house, then looked away and said, "Brother Xiaoyu is upstairs."
Song's mother: "Is it convenient for him to come down?"
Song Xianqing paused, then nodded: "I'll go call them."
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