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At the end of the meal, no one expected that Quan Shishi would drink the most.

The ancients said that getting drunk can solve a thousand worries, but in fact, the deeper the drunk, the more ferocious the memories. At least she became a chatterbox, pulling Yang Zhen to talk about the past.

"...Xiao Yang, you don't know that when Quan Wei was born, he was so ugly, with a wrinkled face, and a shell that looked greasy, and his whole body was red. I just took a look. Can't take it anymore, ask the nurse to carry him out quickly, and ask his father back, don't hold him wrong."

"At that time, Lao Luo and I were probably not yet mature enough to be parents. We were impatient to take care of our children, and the nanny took care of our little faces. Looking back now, my own grandchildren are very annoying to take care of every day. Let alone other people's children."

"Don't look at him showing off his power now. In fact, he was very stupid when he was a child. At the age of 3, he only d Holding the bottle for him, basically never fed the staple food, he will not swallow food at all, I..."

Quan Shishi suddenly choked up, tears welled up in his eyes: "I was so angry back then, I thought it was all the nanny's fault, we spent so much money to hire her, maybe it's because I'm old now, every time I think about it, On the contrary, I am even more ashamed. As a parent, Lao Luo and I failed, and many people failed.”

"So I figured it out, I won't force you to find a surrogate, live your life well, don't quarrel, be peaceful, and don't let your uncle and I have a chance to feel that today's decision is not right."

Yang Zhen held her hand: "Thank you, Auntie, I will."

Quan Wei leaned on the back of the chair, feeling that the situation was like his mother was marrying a girl.

After the meal, the four of them took a group photo with the camera, which looked like a family portrait. Quan Shishi said that he would print two pictures and hang one at home. Quan Wei uploaded the photo to his mobile phone and sent it to Sun Shaoning.

Lao Tie didn't envy or hate this time, and came back with a very serious voice: Congratulations.

Quan Wei: In the future, if you can't find me temporarily, you can find Yang Zhen.

Sun Shaoning said with a smile: It's up to you.

Then the afternoon was spent like flying in the sound of mahjong.

Yang Zhen played mahjong for the first time in his life. At the beginning, he didn't understand the rules and lost miserably. The Quemen Yiba, happily won a grand slam.

There was still a lot of food left at noon, and Reba Reba ate that in the evening, and drank two pots of Pu'er after dinner, before Quan Wei and Yang Zhen drove home.

On the way, Quan Wei had time to inquire: "What are you doing behind my back? My parents' attitude has changed too much."

Yang Zhen laughed and said: "It's not as big as you said, okay. They were not very firm in their opposition. At first I took the initiative to contact your parents, but they were not willing to talk to me. After about half a month, I guess they were never too annoying. No way, it became numb. Then I went to Mr. Zhang Qi and asked him to say something nice for me."

Influenced by Jiang Rui's obeisance to Guan Erye, Quan Shishi is a bit god-fearing, not to mention Luo Jiayi, he loves Chinese studies, and Zhouyi is a very difficult book among them.

In addition, Zhang Qi is well-known in the business of reading physiognomy, colluded with Yang Zhen and said that he and Yang Zhen were a natural pair, and that he was destined to have no heirs and no children. Even if Quan Shishi and Luo Jiayi didn't believe it, they would more or less understand it A little shaken, because no one can live against their orders.

But it seems that this is not enough to make them change their minds, Quan Wei said suspiciously: "This is the end, isn't it possible?"

Of course it's impossible, the so-called non-speculative words are too much, only those who have had the same experience can really enter the hearts of Quan Wei's parents.

Due to work reasons, Yang Zhen spends a lot of time swiping the screen every day. When he was browsing the web that day, he suddenly saw a piece of news about real interviews between gay men and their relatives and friends. Whoever clicked, was promoted to Yang Zhen's homepage from the information stream of Ganges Shashu.

The weeping mother, the father who only wanted to turn his back to the camera, and the old lady who lost all her teeth, their pain, compromise, open-mindedness, etc. are all permanently fixed in this report, Yang Zhen From the beginning to the end, I was moved by the love and understanding between the lines, and my whole body was filled with strength.

The reality is certainly not so harmonious. Some are forced to die, some sever ties, and some restrict their children’s freedom of life. But these selected and integrated families are like sparks, which can be seen by people in the dark, and can be seen in thousands of lives. A glimmer of light in despair.

In the comment section of this interview, there was a reply with a high number of likes. The commenter claimed to be the mother of the fourth interview. She said that she applied for a group, hoping that parents who had the same experience could communicate together.

"What I thought at the time was that if this group was really a group for gay parents, many people in it should be able to understand your parents' feelings, and it would be easier for them to chat together, so I said in the group application column In my case, the administrator approved my application. I stayed there for about a week and heard many people share their experiences. I found that you and I were lucky. Then I thought the odds were great, so I invited your parents. Went to the group."

He and Quan Wei are both financially independent, and they will not make impulsive decisions. Although Quan Wei's parents did not agree, they did not express aggressive or threatening behavior.

Afterwards, everything went smoothly, and being followed by others was very influential. Before Quan Wei's parents were surrounded by parents of the opposite sex, they inevitably felt that gays had no way out, but once they found enough like-minded people and understood the more real and cruel status quo, they would It is a common and common thing to gradually get used to homosexuality.

Quan Wei will never know that on the second night when Quan Shishi entered the group, she was so scared that she didn't dare to sleep all night, because a mother who advised her not to force her child told Quan Shishi that her son once had a wound on his left wrist. He scratched 2 knives in one breath.

Quan Wei obviously does not have this kind of personality, he lives without knowing how much he is, but Quan Shishi is still afraid. At that time, Luo Jiayi was already asleep, and Quan Shishi couldn't find anyone to talk to. He sent a message to Yang Zhen at 2 o'clock in the morning, and Yang Zhen was around 3 o'clock Woke up by urination, ran to the balcony and called to comfort her after seeing her.

From then on, Quan Shishi and Luo Jiayi began to ask questions online, search for information, find experts, and even asked the parents who had been hurt in the group to ask for the QQ and WeChat ID of their children, and asked them how they felt about confronting their parents.

Then many such bits and pieces are intertwined to create the current situation.

"Look, I won," Yang Zhen said ostentatiously, "Your parents invited me here today."

Quan Wei looked at him as if he was a little proud, and he didn't know whether he was moved or distressed. Yang Zhen dragged the time to today with a few words, but the process was not so easy. At least he must have been scolded or shut down. To please myself.

Of course, he was really happy.

"Yes yes yes, you win completely," Quan Wei finished flattering and called out to him, "Yang Zhen."

Yang Zhen didn't understand, so: "Huh?"

"I love you very much," Quan Wei suddenly shouted to the front of the road, "Do you know?"

Yang Zhen was startled by him suddenly, but then the end of his eyes and the corners of his mouth followed his heartbeat. In the middle of the night at the end of November, he actually smelled the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the speeding car, and then Yang Zhen was not sure. Is it a real flower or a heart flower.

"Yes, I love you too."

When he was about to get home, Quan Wei thought of another question: "How did you get into my room? After I got there, I went back to the room to get a drinking cup. You were definitely not in my room at the time, and You can't drive faster than me from the subway station."

Yang Zhen didn't hold back, and said with a smile: "When you went downstairs to throw out the trash, I was half a floor above your head, and I went in when you went down."

No wonder, Ms. Quan has to prepare so many garbage bags.

This special day, which only has one day a year, is destined to have a night where you can't just cover the quilt and chat and sleep. Yang Zhen doesn't even need to think about it, he knows that Quan Wei has to make some troubles tonight.

In fact, both of them are relatively conservative, and they have basically never used sex toys. As for the frequency, they don’t have activities before going to bed every day, because sometimes they are tired during the day and become hard mud, so in Yang Zhen’s limited and shameful imagination. Here, he doesn't know what Quan Wei will do.

And Quan Wei's answer is that it is no longer purely taking advantage of Yang Zhen, and wants a 1:1 tie.

But that being said, his performance is not worthy of applause even for the sake of love. Not only is he stiff, but his body is also particularly disobedient. It’s like eyes growing on his buttocks. Before Yang Zhen’s hand came over, his buttocks felt When he was in danger, he began to dodge unconsciously, and kept moving in the opposite direction of Yang Zhen's hand, smiling while avoiding him, just like the situation of an extremely ticklish child getting an injection in his buttocks.

In addition to his strength, Yang Zhen sometimes couldn't hold him down at all, and he broke free and rolled away, so angry that he twitched his thighs, and the one who shamelessly rolled back and lay down.Yang Zhen himself didn't know that he could change into this style of painting when he was on the bed.

Then every time Yang Zhen hit him, Quan Wei would quibble: "Itchy! Hahahahahahaha."

Seeing him laughing like a screaming chicken, Yang Zhen couldn't tell for a moment whether he was really itchy or was acting like a monster on purpose: "It's not like I haven't touched your fart...here, why didn't you itch before?"

"Can it be the same bro?" Quan smiled with a feeling of collapse, "I used to focus on the front, but now it's all on the back, understand?"

Knowing but pretending not to understand, Yang Zhen patted the middle of the bed and said, "That's not my business, come here."