In September, it is the beginning of the school year. As the secretary of the student union, Lin Zhao was called by Chen Wan to receive the new students.

The freshmen are very soft and cute, and they are timid "seniors", which makes Lin Zhao feel a kind of pride in his heart.

But occasionally, there will be bold juniors who directly ask Lin Zhao, "Senior, how much do you call, let's make friends", which made Lin Zhao very embarrassed.

When encountering this kind of thing, Lin Zhao always said, "I changed the number some time ago, and I can't remember the new number." I also put my mobile phone in the dormitory, and I forgot to bring it" as an excuse, and politely refused to drop it.

When he met the unrelenting school sister again, he wrote down the other party's number, and then there was no more.

Everyone laughed at Lin Zhao and couldn't understand the amorous feelings, and Qiu Xiyan even gloated and said that he was going to sue Qin Muyang.

Lin Zhao glanced at Chen Wan, who was surrounded by the younger students, and reminded Qiu Xiyan "kindly" that there were more people who asked Chen Wan for her phone number.

In the two days of receiving the new students, Lin Zhao went from being full of interest at the beginning to being physically and mentally exhausted at the end.

Qin Muyang asked him, isn't it good to have little fresh meat?

He looked at Qin Muyang's underside, and he pointed out: "The small fresh meat is easy to spoil, or the old bacon has a taste." ”

Qin Muyang's eyes changed slightly, and the hands that were rubbing Lin Zhao's waist were getting lower and lower......

After "turning the clouds and raining", Qin Muyang asked Lin Zhao: "Will you go again tomorrow?" ”

Lin Zhao lay on the bed and shook his head lazily: "If you don't go, it's time-consuming and laborious, and you won't go if you kill me." ”

Qin Muyang covered his exposed hands and patted the quilt: "Then I won't call you tomorrow morning, go to sleep." ”

The next day, Lin Zhao slept until three o'clock in the morning before opening his eyes, he habitually wanted to play with his mobile phone, but found a post-it note on the mobile phone screen: Breakfast is in the pot, heat it up and eat it!

Looking at the post-it note, Lin Zhao smiled unconsciously. He ripped off the post-it note and put it in his notebook.

After eating breakfast according to Qin Muyang's instructions, Lin Zhao had nothing else to do.

You don't have to go to school, you don't have to do tutoring, and the house is cleaned. Suddenly idle, Lin Zhao felt quite unaccustomed.

Seeing that it was still early, Lin Zhao planned to go out and buy some food to cook. After today, we will have to start busy days, and there will be many fewer opportunities to cook a big meal.

The house upstairs is relatively full of seasonings, and after Lin Zhao bought vegetables, he went directly to the fourth floor. He sent a text message to Qin Muyang, asking him to come over here directly when he came back.

Putting down the phone, Lin Zhao put on an apron with the words "so-and-so chicken essence" written on it. He prepares all the ingredients first, and then starts the fire to stir-fry when it is ready.

For Lin Zhao, cooking is a great enjoyment. Watching the same raw food become a delicacy in his own hands, he has a great sense of accomplishment.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that he rarely cooks. If one day cooking is no longer a hobby but a responsibility, he may not be able to enjoy it.

When Qin Muyang came back, Lin Zhao was still stir-frying, Qin Muyang walked to the kitchen and hugged the person from behind.

Lin Zhao turned around and kissed Qin Muyang: "Are you hungry?" When I'm done stir-frying this dish, I'm ready to eat. ”

Qin Muyang buried his head in Lin Zhao's neck socket and let out a "hmm".

Carrying a "koala" on his back did not affect Lin Zhao's performance at all, he skillfully poured vegetables and stir-fried, and the sound of oil "prickling" was accompanied by the buzzing sound of the range hood, which was very noisy and lively.

After the dish was flavored, Lin Zhao took a chopstick dish and handed it to Qin Muyang's mouth: "Try the taste is not suitable." ”

Qin Muyang chewed carefully and didn't speak for a long time.

Lin Zhao waited for the dish to be served, and asked him again: "How does it taste?" Is there a lack of salt or something? ”

"It's delicious," Qin Muyang nodded, commenting seriously, "This is the best dish I've ever tasted." ”

Lin Zhao smiled: "It's really that delicious?" ”

Qin Muyang lowered his head and kissed him: "You will know if you taste it." ”

Qin Muyang still had a little taste of vegetables in his mouth, and the taste was really not good. But Lin Zhao put his arms around Qin Muyang's neck and still kissed him very devotedly.

People in love seem to be like this, eager to make out with their other half all the time. Sometimes a casual look can also stir up the earth fire, causing the fire of ** to burn.

After the kiss, Lin Zhao's breathing was a little short.

The range hood was still "buzzing", and Lin Zhao patted Qin Muyang and told him to turn off the range hood.

"The dishes are all fried, you ......" Lin Zhao's eyes suddenly widened and looked at the person behind Qin Muyang, "Dad...... Y-When did you come back? ”

When he walked out with Qin Muyang, Lin Zhao's brain was chaotic. He was scared and panicked, but there was a relief that "the day has finally come".

He didn't know what was waiting in front of him, but he thought that the worst outcome might be that Lin Junguo would not agree to live or die, and then the two sides would fall into a dead end in the Cold War.

It may be better to do this than to keep it secret.

Sitting on the sofa, Lin Junguo's face was whiter than Lin Zhao: "You...... You just ......"

Prepared for the worst, Lin Zhao was not so flustered. He took Qin Muyang's hand and looked directly into Lin Junguo's eyes: "That's what you see, Dad, I'm with Qin Muyang." ”

Lin Junguo's eyes fell on the hands of the two of them, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "No...... No way! You're all men, how can you be together......"

"Dad, we're really together. I know it's hard for you to accept, but you can't help it, your son is gay, and he has always liked only men, and he will only be with men. ”

Lin Junguo was anxious: "Homosexuality is a pervert, and it will be pointed at!" ”

"I know, but I just like men, I was born to be, and I can't change it." Lin Zhao smiled bitterly and knelt in front of Lin Junguo, "Dad, I don't care if others will point fingers at me, and I don't force you to be considerate of me." I beg you only one thing, please don't look at me like a monster......"

Qin Muyang also knelt down and said to Lin Junguo: "Uncle, I know that this road is not easy to walk, and I also know that you are worried about Lin Zhao, but don't worry, no matter what, I will go down with him." I love Lin Zhao, and I can also give him material security. Although we are of the same sex, I promise that our relationship will be more stable than many of the opposite sex. ”

Lin Junguo covered his eyes, and his voice was choked: "Why is this happening...... Obviously, it's all good...... Why ...... all of a sudden"

Lin Zhao lowered his head and whispered, "Dad, I'm sorry, I disappointed you." ”

It took a long time for Lin Junguo to calm down, he took his hand away, his eyes were red: "You let me think about it alone...... I...... I'll think about it again......"

He tripped over the coffee table as he stood up and almost fell. Lin Zhao wanted to help him, but he pushed him away: "It's okay...... I'm fine...... Leave me alone...... It's good that I figured it out...... It's good to figure it out......"

He hunched his back, as if he had returned to the days when he had just divorced, and he was no longer full of energy from the previous days.

Looking at Lin Junguo, who was babbling forward, Lin Zhao couldn't help crying anymore.

He would rather Lin Junguo make a big fuss and angrily let him separate from Qin Muyang, or directly pick up a stick and hit him, rather than see him hold everything in his heart and embarrass himself vigorously.

Qin Muyang hugged Lin Zhao and patted him lightly on the back: "Don't worry, it will be fine as soon as you get better." ”

In the next few days, the atmosphere at home was very solemn, afraid that something would happen to Lin Junguo, and Lin Zhao would go home when he had time.

In order not to irritate Lin Junguo, he rarely appeared in front of Lin Junguo at the same time as Qin Muyang. Even if he had to show up together, he tried his best to keep a safe distance from Qin Muyang.

Lin Junguo's state is also better, although he still doesn't talk much, but at least it doesn't affect his normal life.

Lin Zhao thought about having a good talk with Lin Junguo, but once he spoke, Lin Junguo would talk about other things left and right, and lead the topic to other places, as if his words were some kind of flood beast.

Lin Zhao had no choice but to let this "superficial calm" continue.

Another Sunday, Lin Zhao was idle at home, so he thought about tidying up the house - the atmosphere in the house was not right recently, and the house hadn't been cleaned up for a long time.

swept his room, and Lin Zhao went to Lin Junguo's room again.

Lin Junguo's room is very simple, just a bed and a wardrobe, and the wardrobe is still left by the landlord.

There were a few clothes on Lin Junguo's bedside table, and Lin Zhao wanted to take them away to wash, but when he picked up the clothes, he saw a few books pressed underneath.

"Tong**", "Homosexuality in China", "Gay Subculture", "Chinese Gay and Lesbian Studies", ......

Lin Zhao picked up a book and flipped through it, and found that it was full of Lin Junguo's notes. Lin Junguo, who only has a primary school education, is not very literate, and some words are still marked by pinyin.

Looking at the jerky handwriting in the book, Lin Zhao's nose was sour, and his eyes turned red.

He sniffed and put the book back in its original form. Then, as if he had never found the books, he packed up the room and went out.

It was already past ten o'clock when the house was tidied up. The sun was very good outside, Lin Zhao took out the damp cotton clothes in the closet, took them to the roof and dried them.

At noon, he had a meal with Qin Muyang and slept together for a beautiful nap, and Lin Zhao rushed back home before Lin Junguo came back.

The sun had already set, and Lin Zhao sat and watched TV for a while, and suddenly remembered that the clothes on the roof of the building had not been confiscated.

He took the key and happened to run into the aunt opposite him when he went out.

Lin Zhao greeted the aunt and chatted a few more words, and then took the elevator to the roof.

The clothes on the roof of the building were almost all collected, and only a row of clothes from Lin Zhao's house hung there alone.

Lin Zhao walked over and was about to collect his clothes, when someone suddenly shouted behind him: Xiao Zhao!