"go back."
The flashlight was shoved into his hand, and he was pushed out. The boy was on the verge of tears, calling out in a choked voice, "Brother..."
Nan Yu: "Hurry up and go back, go back, go back, go back."
Song Xianqing asked in a trembling voice, "It's so dark, what if something happens to me?"
Nan Yu: "Didn't I give you a flashlight?"
Song Xianqing: "I'm afraid to walk alone at night."
Nan Yu: "Or should I take you home?"
Song Xianqing sniffed, her voice still choked: "Since you insist on sending me away, then I won't bother you anymore. Can I come tomorrow?"
Nan Yu: "It will rain tomorrow."
Song Xianqing: "I can use an umbrella."
Nan Yu: "Have you forgotten what your mother said?"
The thought of his mother threatening his wife and parents made Song Xianqing's heart ache. Afraid that this would create a rift between them, he dared not pester her any longer. "I'm sorry."
It was getting dark, and they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly. Nan Yu sighed, "Don't apologize anymore. Go back quickly and be careful on the road."
Song Xianqing nodded, holding the flashlight and looking back every few steps.
Song Xianqing wilted as soon as she got home.
Song's mother thought about it for a long time. When Song Xianqing came back, she went to the kitchen to make two glasses of juice, came to the living room sofa, and handed one to her son.
Song Xianqing took it, but didn't drink it; he simply put it on the coffee table.
Song's mother initiated the conversation: "Found it?"
Song Xianqing nodded.
Song's mother: Are you alright?
Song Xianqing: "It's nothing."
Song's mother: "We are mother and son, not enemies."
Song Xianqing: "Mm."
Song's mother said with heartache, "I'm doing this for your own good."
Song Xianqing said calmly, "I'm an adult."
Seeing her son like this, Song's mother felt a pang of sadness and didn't speak for a long time. She drank her juice sip after sip until the glass was empty. She wiped away her tears, and Song Xianqing caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye. His expression became complicated. He wanted to comfort her, but his throat felt like it was blocked with cotton.
Song's mother didn't cry out loud. She looked up at the ceiling, held back the rest of her tears, and after a while, she said, "Some roads are not as easy as you imagine. His parents don't know that yet."
"Brother Xiaoyu doesn't plan to talk about it for now."
Song's mother: "If you two are together, they will find out sooner or later. You can throw tantrums at me, but can Liu Yu choose you to break ties with his parents?"
Song Xianqing: "Brother Xiaoyu loves me too."
Song's mother: "Do you think you're more important than his parents?"
Song Xianqing turned her head away, refusing to look at her mother: "They are equally important."
Song's mother: "Then you'll put him in the middle. If his parents disagree, but you insist, who should he choose? Who should he choose to satisfy the other side? Who should he choose so he won't regret it?"
Song Xianqing: "Where there is a will, there is a way."
Song's mother: "You won't give up on him no matter what, right?"
Song Xianqing: "Yes!"
Song's mother placed the empty cup on the coffee table, nodded, and went to the study to find her husband. The two chatted for a long time, so long that when they came out, Song Xianqing was already asleep on the sofa. His room had been requisitioned, although he didn't come back to stay there often.
But my own room felt strange.
He doesn't want to touch it anymore.
I've been sleeping on the sofa every day lately.
Song's mother said that even changing his bed wouldn't help. His family wasn't short of money; they only hosted tourists because hotels and guesthouses were so popular that guests couldn't book rooms for the night. As the clan leader, he had to do his part for his hometown.
They cleaned up Song Xianqing's house and let tourists stay for two nights.
When the couple came out, they saw their son sleeping on the sofa. Their hearts ached slightly. Song's mother went over to tuck the blanket around Song Xianqing and then quietly left.
The door closed, plunging the living room into darkness.
Song Xianqing opened his eyes.
But it closed again very quickly.
The next day.
Song's mother bought some fruit and gave it to her son: "Tell Liu Yu to come over for dinner tonight. I said a lot of unpleasant things earlier, I hope he won't take it to heart."
Song Xianqing had guessed that his mother would compromise, but his eyes still lit up. He picked up the bag of fruit and said happily, "Okay, I'll take it. Thank you, Mom."
Song's mother smiled helplessly and helped her son straighten his pajamas. "Your father and I thought you were too independent before, but we didn't expect that we were the ones who forced you to be independent. If you've talked to us, then talk to us properly. I'll try to accept it. But Xiaoyu has the identity of the Holy Son after all, so don't talk about it outside. Otherwise, your father won't be able to protect you."
Song Xianqing nodded: "Thank you."
Song's mother sighed, her heart aching, and said, "Silly child, go find him."
She didn't want to become enemies with her son. He was her only son, so she let him be. Perhaps he would eventually learn his lesson and change his ways. Who could predict the future?
Song Xianqing happily went to find Nan Yu.
I met two little girls on the wooden bridge. They were petite and delicate, wearing cotton-padded jackets and carrying cloth schoolbags. They were fair-skinned and tender, and looked like girls from the South.
Song Xianqing wasn't very interested.
I plan to go around it.
Ji Can blushed, "Little brother, do you remember me? We met yesterday on the street in the scenic area."
Song Xianqing: ?
"I don't know you, move aside."
The boy's voice was cold, showing no respect for the girl whatsoever.
Ji Can blushed, and even her best friend next to her was too shy to speak, constantly stealing glances at him. He was so handsome that he seemed to be on a completely different level from ordinary people.
"It's okay, we can get to know each other now." Ji Can said, blushing, "I saw it all yesterday, and I think you're very brave. Can we be friends?"
If a gay man comes up and says he likes you, the chance of being rejected is 100%, unless he is bisexual and a womanizer.
Ji Can didn't dare to gamble. She wanted to start a relationship as a friend, exchange contact information, and then, if he needed a wife, she could volunteer.
Song Xianqing stood there, and there was spring in the world. Medicine.
Both men and women will be confused after watching it.
Even if it meant becoming a gay wife, Ji Can would be willing to marry such a stunning beauty. Even her best friend was smitten, too shy to utter a word, her heart pounding.
Song Xianqing was in a hurry to find a wife, and he had a bad temper with outsiders.
His tone was aggressive: "Who knows you? I don't make friends with girls, get out of my way!"
When the other person didn't move, he reached out and pushed her. The girl was pretty, but he showed no mercy. He pushed Ji Can so hard that she stumbled and might have fallen off the wooden bridge if her best friend hadn't been there to support her.
The girl's face turned even redder, an embarrassment from having her face rubbed against the ground.
Her best friend stared at the boy's retreating figure until he disappeared, then reluctantly looked away and comforted Ji Can, saying, "He might not like interacting with girls. It's okay, Can Can. You're so pretty, we can try to bump into him again. I'm sure we can."
Ji Can's eyes reddened. "He's so fierce."
My best friend said, "He's very manly. I wonder what the person he likes looks like. I really want to see."
Ji Can suggested, "Shall we follow him?"
My best friend readily agreed.
Song Xianqing noticed someone was following her, frowned in disgust, and took out two hair-like insects from her hair. Receiving her master's command, they wriggled toward the two people behind her.
Song Xianqing quickened his pace.
He dumped both of them before going to find his wife.
Nan Yu had just returned from grocery shopping when she bumped into Song Xianqing on the path. She quickened her pace and asked, "Why are you here again?"
Song Xianqing turned her head and saw the lamp wick. Her displeased expression at being chased immediately turned into a smile. She held up the bag of fruit in her hand and said, "These are fruits my mother prepared. She's sorry, but would you do me the honor of having dinner with me tonight?"
"ah?"
Deng Xin was a little confused. What did Song Xianqing say that made his parents' attitude change so quickly?
"Is it okay, honey?"
He grabbed Nan Yu's sleeve and swung it around.
The image of being threatened by Song's mother was still lingering in Deng Xin's mind, and he even felt a little resistant. But when he met Song Xianqing's sincere and expectant eyes, the boy scratched his cheek and asked, "Can I not go?"
Song Xianqing was on the verge of tears. He pulled the person into his arms with such force that it seemed he wanted to meld the person into his chest, his voice trembling with sobs:
"What's wrong? You still won't forgive me? Brother, I know I was wrong. I apologize to you on behalf of Mom. Please give me another chance, brother? I can't live without you. Life has no meaning without you. Please don't abandon me, brother..."
By the end, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
Nan Yu was exasperated. "Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry! I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just a little embarrassed. She scolded me a couple of days ago, and now she wants me to go out to eat. How about we reschedule for another day?"
Then I thought about it again and realized it wasn't a good idea. She was the clan chief's wife, the queen of her own territory. If she wanted to cause trouble, she could do so with just a word. After all, I had been threatened before, and the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt.
He was tempted to leave the village again.
Seeing that Nan Yu was really resistant, Song Xianqing was disappointed, but he still put on a smile. As long as his brother wasn't angry with him, he was fine. "I'm sorry, I'll go home and talk to my mom later. Can I move in tonight?"
Lampwick: "Why don't you stay at home for a while?"
They hadn't done it together, so there shouldn't be any case of them getting hooked. They didn't understand why Song Xianqing liked to rub salt in the wound so much.
Song Xianqing burst into tears instantly, her voice choked with sobs: "Don't you forgive me?"
He knelt at the boy's feet, tilted his head back, and showed Nan Yu his most perfect angle. His eyes were slightly red, his eyebrows were sharp and his eyes were bright. His features were handsome and upright. When he cried, his fortitude was mixed with a brokenness. No one could bear to say a harsh word to him.
A cunning thief.
Nan Yu is responsive to gentle persuasion but not to force. Even if Song Xianqing cries for too long, he will get a little annoyed. But looking at that face, he feels as if the world is wrong and he is innocent. Deng Xin shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
In an attempt to soften his wife's heart, Song Xianqing abandoned all sense of shame.
"I'm sorry, brother... How can I make you feel better? I heard that people from other ethnic groups kneel on durians. I'll go find a durian peel. I really know I was wrong, brother. Mom knows she was wrong too, sob sob sob..."
The sobs were suppressed; she had been holding back her tears while speaking, but she couldn't hold them in any longer, her mouth almost turning into a Type-C shape from crying. It was both pitiful and funny. Dengxin pursed her lips, bent down to help her up, and said, "Don't cry. I'll go out to dinner with you tonight. Get up."
Song Xianqing cried again: "But I want to come back and sleep with you."
Nan Yu: "..."
After a long pause, he said, "I'm not a child. Besides, the house has been very quiet lately. Can't you stay home for a while? We're not married yet, and living together is ambiguous. Your parents know about us and they already don't approve. What if they think I encouraged them? Then my parents will suffer because of me."
Song Xianqing shook her head, tears streaming down her face. "If they say anything more, I'll take you away."
Dengxin also took a step back: "Okay, okay, you can't come by yourself. You can only come if your parents agree."
Song Xianqing then got up, accompanied his wife back to put away her things, and then took her arm and led her to his own home. Nan Yu sighed countless times along the way, and when she stepped into the Song family home, she showed her intention to back down.
I'm starting to resist.
Struggling to push Song Xianqing's hand away, she said awkwardly and nervously, "I'm not ready yet. I want to go back. Why don't you tell your parents that I'll come another day?"
Song Xianqing's face was originally all smiles.
In an instant, it looked like a pitiful golden retriever, drooping down immediately.
He wanted his wife to have a good relationship with his parents, but he didn't want to make Dengxin feel too wronged. Seeing that he was really resistant, he could only nod sadly.
Nan Yu sighed and turned to leave.
Just then, Song's mother came out, her beautiful eyes flickering slightly. She raised her hand and called out, "Xiaoyu!"
Nan Yu paused, her back stiffening.
A dry, lifeless turn.
Song's mother had already arrived and took the initiative to greet him with a smile:
"Since you're here, have a meal. I also have something to say to you. I hope you won't take what I said earlier to heart. I was indeed inconsiderate. I apologize to you. I'm sorry, child. I've asked Xianqing's father to take care of your parents. Please don't be angry with me."
Everyone does it for the sake of their child. Song's mother only has one son, Song Xianqing. Even if she doesn't want him to date boys, she can't help it if her child likes them.
Having offended someone, I have no choice but to swallow my pride and apologize now.
Nan Yu glanced at Song Xianqing, looking slightly embarrassed.
Song Xianqing stepped forward and said, "Mom, let Xiaoyu come in and sit down. I'll take him to my room."
Song's mother nodded.
Nan Yu smiled awkwardly and followed Song Xianqing inside.
It wasn't mealtime yet, and Song's father hadn't returned.
Song Xianqing took the lamp wick to the room.
The boy closed the door, and he breathed a sigh of relief. It was his first time visiting the Song family and his first time seeing Song Xianqing's room. He had guessed that it might be flashy or sporty, but he hadn't expected it to be white and pink.
Although there's no rule against boys wearing pink, people's fixed mindset often leads them to believe that only young girls like pink.
Song Xianqing scratched his head in embarrassment and explained:
“My parents really wanted a girl, so they decorated my room like this. I don’t live at home much, so I didn’t let them tear it down and redo it.”
Nan Yu looked around and chuckled, "Your room is quite a contrast to yours."
Song Xianqing: "If you don't like it, I'll have someone fix it tomorrow."
Nan Yu: "No, it looks pretty good, doesn't it?"
Song Xianqing was still annoyed, feeling that the room's color scheme diminished his masculine dignity, especially in his wife's eyes. He really disliked pink!
“There were a lot of tourists a few days ago, and my room was requisitioned. Brother, you know I’m a germaphobe. When I came back, I had nowhere to stay, so I slept on the sofa every day. I almost got a stiff neck from sleeping so much.”
Nan Yu: "...Is no one sitting on the sofa in the living room?"
Song Xianqing: "..."
Now that he mentions it, it does seem so, wow!
Now I really don't want to stay home anymore.
I'm going to get through tonight no matter what.
Staying in the room all the time isn't really a good idea, Nan Yu said, "Shall we go out?"
Song Xianqing: "If you feel uncomfortable, you don't have to go out. They won't say anything."
Nan Yu: "Go out. It's impolite to stay in the room."
Song Xianqing: "It's nothing."
Nan Yu: "Would you dare to be so presumptuous in my house?"
Song Xianqing remained silent.
To win over his future in-laws, he had to be very careful and didn't dare to do so, so the two of them went out.
Song's mother washed fruit for them.
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