Nan Yu had just finished washing up, changed her clothes, and opened the door when she bumped into Song Xianqing, who was walking towards her. Startled, Song Xianqing shrank back and asked, "What?"
Song Xianqing: "My father and mother have arrived."
Nan Yu asked, puzzled, "What brings the clan leader here?"
Song Xianqing: "I've already told you about our matter."
Nan Yu's expression changed drastically: "What do you want? It hasn't even been half a year, do you think I haven't died soon enough?"
"There are still three months until the New Year, and I want to take you back home. I don't want to do it secretly anymore," the boy said, looking aggrieved.
Nan Yu wanted to knock him on the head to see what was inside. "You didn't even discuss it with me. I didn't prepare anything, and you just want me to meet you? What's your parents' attitude?"
"It seems a little hard to accept..."
As he spoke, he began to feel a little guilty. A teenager is ultimately not mature enough. He only wanted to bring his lover the blessing of his family. Qi Xue liked Nan Yu, and he subconsciously thought that his parents would accept it.
Nan Yu felt like the sky was falling.
Is this a trip to meet the parents?
This is for him to go out and face trial!
Stared at silently by his wife, Song Xianqing also became timid, his eyes even showing a hint of fear. He carefully moved over to hug Nan Yu, but Deng Xin pushed him away. The young man was about to cry, "I'm sorry..."
I was really angry a second ago.
Song Xianqing's face was so handsome it was almost criminal. Even if he poked a hole in the sky, he couldn't help but soften his heart for a few seconds just by pouting.
He sighed.
"Alright, go down, let go."
Song Xianqing hugged his wife, burying his face in the boy's neck. Tears soaked his skin, making it sticky and uncomfortable. Dengxin raised his hand and touched the back of the boy's head: "Why are you crying?"
Shouldn't it be that I'm nervous?
Song Xianqing sobbed, "It was my fault for not thinking things through. My mother has some objections, and I haven't been able to convince her yet. Never mind, don't go out yet. I'm afraid they'll yell at me. I'll handle it."
Nan Yu: "Then why did you come up here?"
Song Xianqing told the truth: "They want to see you."
Nan Yu: "Now that you've come up here, how can things be alright if I don't go down?"
Song Xianqing lowered her eyes in remorse: "I'm sorry."
Nan Yu: "Have you boiled the water yet?"
Song Xianqing: "It's ready."
Nan Yu: "Make your parents a cup of tea... never mind, I'll make it. You can sound them out. If their attitude is bad, or they want you to move back, then you should move back first. Don't upset your parents."
Song Xianqing: "No, I want to sleep with you and live with you. We'll be a family from now on. I don't want you to be unhappy. I'm sorry, brother, I was too impulsive. I should have talked to my mom slowly. I'm sorry..."
She was about to cry again as she spoke.
The wick has no temper left.
A surge of energy rushed to his head; he would take all the blame upon himself without complaint. He patted the golden retriever's head and sighed again.
"Come on, stop crying. People who don't know better will think I'm bullying you."
"So you're not going to stop talking to me because of them, are you?"
"Won't."
"Really?"
"real."
"I'm scared."
"What's there to be afraid of? I never lie or deceive people."
"I'm a dog if I lie."
"You're the dog."
"See, you're just trying to lie to me."
Nan Yu: "..."
"Aren't you going to say anything? Don't you want me anymore?"
"Hurry up and go downstairs, don't keep your parents waiting."
"Then do you still want me?"
"Stop asking! I want you, I want you! I want you for the rest of my life! Even if you dump me, I'll still shamelessly chase after you, okay? You're really clingy, hurry up!"
As they talked, Dengxin still got a little angry. He didn't have the patience to keep asking the same question. He was the one who caused all this trouble, and pretending to be innocent was getting annoying.
Song Xianqing followed along timidly. When Song's parents saw their son come downstairs looking dejected, Song's mother immediately frowned. Had he been scolded?
Nan Yu came down and greeted, "Greetings, Clan Chief! Greetings, Madam!"
Song Xianqing resembled his father by four parts and his mother by six parts. Although he was more handsome than his father, the clan leader, having accumulated power and influence over the years, had a demeanor that far surpassed that of a teenager.
Standing in front of him was quite intimidating.
Dengxin invited the two of them upstairs to sit down. He went to make two cups of tea. Song's mother didn't say anything from beginning to end. When she came upstairs, she saw the bottles and jars in the living room.
There's also Song Xianqing's silver snake.
Stay in a sealed box with a small white snake.
Song Xianqing glanced at her parents' faces, then at Nan Yu, and felt awkward, unsure of what to say. She felt that her parents had come to interrogate her.
But they didn't say anything.
Song Xianqing shielded Nan Yu behind her and asked, "Mom and Dad, just say what you have to say, don't scare Xiao Yu."
Song's mother stated her position directly: "I disagree. What kind of behavior is it for two boys to be together? Your father is the clan chief. How can he set a good example for the villagers? And what is Liu Yu's status?"
Song's mother's gaze fell on the boy, her gentle eyes now filled with anger:
“Holy Son’s Code, Xiaoyu, there are some things Auntie doesn’t want to say too harshly. The reason it’s just us today is that we don’t want to make a big deal out of it. You and Xianqing should break up now and pretend nothing happened. Xianqing’s father and I won’t make things difficult for you. If you don’t listen, your father and mother will have no place in the village. Think about it carefully.”
Originally, they could have talked things out peacefully, and Nan Yu had prepared herself mentally, but she never expected that Song's mother would threaten Liu Yu's parents.
Song Xianqing's face also turned pale. He could probably guess that what was coming next wouldn't be very pleasant. He put his hand on the boy's shoulder and arm and said to Nan Yu, "Go out for a walk for a while. I'll talk to them. I'm sorry, I didn't coordinate well."
Nan Yu's face was expressionless.
He forcefully brushed Song Xianqing's hand away and looked at Song's mother:
"You're right. Please take Song Xianqing back with you."
Song Xianqing panicked, shook his head, and put his hand on Nan Yu's shoulder and arm again. He was too strong, and this time he couldn't brush the wick away. The young man hugged his wife and stared at his parents with eyes full of sorrow and disappointment.
“I only want Liu Yu. I pursued him first, but he didn’t want me. I finally won him over…” The boy shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. “No, I don’t want to be separated.”
Song's mother rarely saw her son cry. Even when he was a child, he was very strong when he scraped his skin. Her heart ached, and she moved her lips, but the words stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them. She looked up at her husband.
If you want your husband to say something, it's best to persuade your son.
Mr. Song sighed. He didn't want to interfere. He felt that having his son was no different from not having him at all. He was never home. He could only see him twice during the New Year. He might not even be able to have a reunion dinner with him during the holidays.
Boys are just not considerate.
The little darling of relatives and friends, when she's in the village, always asks her parents how they are doing, and when she goes out, she often brings gifts home. This little rascal of his is like a wild man.
For the sake of his reputation, Song's father hoped they would talk outside the village.
Let's not even talk about how many people in the village don't accept same-sex relationships.
How much non-parliamentary support has been received?
Liu Yu's identity is also a problem. The Holy Priestess is a thousand-year-old tradition in Miao territory, and although the Holy Son is only a hundred years old, the rules are just as strict. Moreover, the position of Holy Son was won by the ancestors. If something goes wrong with Liu Yu, the villagers will not let him off the hook.
Liu Yu's parents both live in the village.
Being pointed at and gossiped about is never a pleasant experience.
Just like Qi Xue.
The clan leader was naturally not exempt either.
There are too many things to consider; we can't let them do whatever they want.
It would be best if they could be separated.
Even if you can't separate, don't spread rumors in the village.
"You know what kind of situation you two are in. Even if she were a saint, you wouldn't be allowed to date her. Liu Yu, do you think that's possible?"
The clan chief asked his son.
Song Xianqing's eyes were red: "I want Liu Yu."
Chieftain: "You're just being unreasonable."
Song Xianqing: "I'll take him to Beishan. You tell the high priest to let them choose again. I want Liu Yu!"
The clan chief remained silent, his gaze calm.
Seeing that her husband remained silent, Song's mother gave him a look, roughly meaning that he should continue to persuade him. Song's father still didn't say anything and just sat there, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.
Song's mother was furious. For her son and for the sake of her family, she had no choice but to be the bad guy.
“I don’t agree, and your parents won’t agree either. If this gets out, many people will be implicated. Xianqing’s father is the clan chief, in charge of all the affairs of the village. If something happens to him, it’s a small matter if the clan chief is removed from his post by a petition; he will never be able to hold his head up again. You young people can leave, but we have lived here for most of our lives. How can we bear to leave? In the end, because of you and Xianqing, do you want both of our parents to lose their reputation in their later years?”
Song Xianqing: "Mom! If you have a problem, come at me!"
Song's mother didn't mean to talk about the lamp wick, but she said her son was useless because she was her own son and knew what kind of person Song Xianqing was.
The only option is to play the villain to the very end.
He hurled insults at Liu Yu, hoping that only if Liu Yu gave up would his son finally give up.
"What do you mean, 'I'm angry at you'? I just don't agree! You two aren't a good match! What's the point of two boys dating? People will laugh at us!"
"If you won't be the villain, I will! Liu Yu, while there's still time to salvage this situation, don't ever associate with my family's Xianqing again. I will never acknowledge you as my acquaintance..."
Before Song's mother could finish speaking, Song Xianqing, her eyes red with anger, shouted, "Mom!"
Song's mother choked and fell silent.
She suffered greatly from being a bad person, but she had no choice but to do it.
Nan Yu pushed Song Xianqing away, her expression indifferent: "Take Song Xianqing back with you. I will no longer have anything to do with him."
Song Xianqing shook her head, her eyes reddening. She wanted to hug the boy and apologize, but Deng Xin dodged her and stood on the other side of the coffee table, taking a deep breath: "Do you really want to make everyone feel awkward?"
Song Xianqing shook her head, tears streaming down her face, her eyes fixed on the boy, and choked out:
"You said you wanted me, so why did you push me away? I wanted to take you away, but they wouldn't agree. We're not staying here anymore. I want a hug."
As she spoke, she walked around the coffee table, hugged the boy like a child asking for a hug, buried her face in the boy's shoulder, and cried sadly.
Song's mother raised her hand slightly, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped.
She finally exchanged a glance with her husband.
Song's father: "..."
Mother Song gritted her teeth: "Liu Yu! Are you really this shameless?"
Her heart pounded as she finished speaking. This was the first time she had ever spoken to someone else's child like that. She was overwhelmed by guilt as soon as she finished speaking. Looking at the child's shocked eyes, she wished she could just disappear on the spot.
But they were together.
The potential risks are too great.
She scolded Song Xianqing for being shameless, but Song Xianqing didn't care and said, "I'll show you how shameless I can be." Song's mother could only scold Dengxin. Her words were like two thorns, piercing into the hearts of both of them.
Song Xianqing was both angry and frightened, his voice choked with emotion:
"Fine, if you don't agree, fine! What are you doing? It's my decision to be with Liu Yu! I shouldn't have opened this door! I always thought you were an enlightened mother; I guess I misunderstood you!"
Song's mother's eyes turned cold: "Are you going to break ties with us for your so-called love?"
Song Xianqing: "I don't care!"
Song's mother shook her head inwardly. She was still too young. Her words gave off a childish and useless feeling. They couldn't be together. Love was only fresh for three minutes. Who could guarantee a lifetime?
Moreover, their status is restricted.
Absolutely not!
Song's mother said to Nan Yu, "You are a smart child. I won't say much. If you insist on being together, I just hope you won't regret it."
After saying that, she pulled Song's father away without even taking a sip of tea. The weather was getting colder, and the hot water was steaming, with swirling smoke rising from it. The tea leaves that had been steeped slowly fell to the bottom of the cup, just like Nan Yu's heart, sinking deeper and deeper.
Song Xianqing held his wife, apologizing and coaxing her, kissing and cuddling her, while Dengxin remained silent throughout.
The boy felt anxious.
"I'm sorry, I acted impulsively. I won't make things difficult for your parents, Xiaoyu. Please trust me this once, okay? Don't listen to them, don't leave me, and don't ignore me. Please talk to me, okay?"
The boy's voice trembled with anxiety, and tears streamed down his face.
Nan Yu took a deep breath: "You go home first, I need to calm down."
Before the meeting, I treated Song's mother as my future mother-in-law.
After the conversation, he needed some quiet time; he couldn't take it anymore.
Unable to confront Song's mother, he now desperately wants to vent his anger on Song Xianqing.
Chop it up, chop it up, cut it into a thousand pieces!
"No, you can hit me, scold me, punish me, anything, just don't make me go home, okay?"
You heard everything your mother just said.
Nan Yu turned away, not wanting to look at Song Xianqing. Her eyes stung, and she forced back her tears.
Song Xianqing grabbed the boy's shoulders and turned him around, looking at him anxiously:
"My mom is usually very gentle, and she treats Master differently than other people. I thought she would understand. Honey, please don't get angry with me, okay? I'm scared..."
"Don't even mention your parents, my parents also had a hard time getting through this. I didn't want to date someone from the village in the first place, but you insisted on getting involved. But thankfully..." His nose stung with tears, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He sniffed, tears welling up in his eyes, and roughly wiped them away with the back of his hand. "Thankfully, we didn't have any real physical relationship."
“Song Xianqing, if you really care about me, go home. We can talk about our things later. It’s too dangerous now. If we get caught, none of us will be happy.”
Song Xianqing cried, "Brother..."
Nan Yu's chest heaved, and after a long pause, she finally swallowed her tears, regained her composure, and said:
“Go home and wait for four years. I will leave the village. If you still like me then, come with me. If you don’t…” He paused for two seconds, “If you don’t like me, then our relationship may have come to an end.”
Song Xianqing's voice was still trembling with tears: "I love you, I definitely love you! Brother, you're the only one I want in this life."
Nan Yu forced a smile: "Then you go home first."
And then they pushed themselves away.
Song Xianqing refused.
I tried to persuade him again and again, and even the wick of the lamp got tired, but he just wouldn't listen.
"Song Xianqing, you're not a child anymore. Can't you take some responsibility for your words and actions? You've caused trouble, are you just going to run away from it?"
Song Xianqing stood up straight, tears streaming down her face, looking incredibly pitiful. She grasped the boy's hand, but he pulled away when she touched it, and pulled away again when she touched it. She tried to grab him, but he shook her off.
“I don’t need you to coax me. You should think about how to convince your parents. I’m going to Jiangnan when I’m 23. I won’t stay in the village, and I won’t stay because of you.”
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