Bai Yueguang and the Little Wild Wolf[Entertainment]

Jiang still couldn't stand it.

The morning news is boring.

When he went to the door, he saw vegetables being washed and picked, and then he took out a transparent jar from the cabinet. There were several kinds of vegetables in the jar, stacked in colorful colors, which looked extraordinarily comfortable in the morning sun.

"What are you doing?"

"Make kimchi."

Longing flashed in Jiang's eyes, and he praised Crazy: "You are really the most versatile lead singer of a rock band I have ever seen."

I laughed a few times to save face, and picked a piece for him with chopsticks.

Ginger opened his mouth to bite, it was a white radish, crisp and sweet, and there was a little chili oil. All kinds of flavors rolled on the tip of the tongue, which only made people feel appetite.

"Not bad, you taught yourself?"

Close the lid, ponder for a moment before answering: "No, Grandpa taught it."

Jiang's eyes flashed again, this was the first time he heard something related to his family from his mouth.

"Your grandfather?"

Jiang looked forward to the next story, but he didn't say anything, but threw back a question mark instead.

"Jiang, you don't seem to have noticed the problem yet?"

"Huh?" Jiang wondered, what's the problem.

Looking at him, his expression seemed a bit unbearable, but he still frowned.

"There's a question you should have asked a long time ago, but you haven't asked it until now."

Jiang was even more confused.

"When you hear that Xiaojiu is only 17 years old, what you should ask is whether his parents don't care about his age. Doesn't his family care if we play wild all over the world?"

"I have nothing to do with you. It's all your privacy. You can say what you want to say, and don't say it if you don't."

Jiang really felt baffled, but for some reason, he felt uneasy. He didn't want to discuss things in detail, and he always felt that he could hear something he didn't want to hear.

He originally wanted to spend a while with Li Wai, but suddenly decided to advance what he had to do.

The breakfast was pitifully light, with pumpkin and millet porridge and stacked kimchi, but Jiang rarely had an appetite.

It was almost time, and he asked if it was time to go out.

Said: "Do you have a place you want to go?"

"I want to visit Lan Zhu's tomb."

The most recent thing that really made Jiang feel uncomfortable was that it disturbed the quietness of the old man. He originally wanted to go at night, but he didn't think paparazzi would follow him to the grave.

Said: "I will accompany you."

Jiang raised his eyes and looked over: "You don't have to go to work?"

"It's about missing two classes and eating a few meals less meat."

Jiang was very happy. After breakfast, He Cong took the elevator directly to the lower warehouse, driving the X Ling Hongguang that he borrowed from the uncle in the guard room.

When driving out of the lower library, I was still looking around through the window, and I was so serious that I almost wore a binoculars.

Jiang Man didn't care to push the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and said: "If I can be photographed if I turn it on, I will..."

Still staring, then he asked: "So what?"

"Just install a fucking camera on your body, live broadcast 24 hours a day, and completely eliminate the paparazzi's back."

Putting your hand on your chin, you laughed silently.

On the way there, Jiang told about his past with Lan Zhu.

His family and Lan Zhu's family are old friends, but probably from his grandfather's generation, Jiang's family went into business, while Lan's family disdained the smell of copper and wanted to study for the rise of the motherland. All members of the family were high-level intellectuals. I look down on Jiang's father, who is immersed in the smell of copper, so he has few contacts.

However, despite the lack of contact, he would still deliberately go through the motions during the holidays. When he first met Lan Zhu, he was still very young. At his father's birthday banquet, he was asked to show his hands like every child.

"I played "To Alice" numbly at the time, and when we met at a banquet, Lan Zhu asked me who I was cursing to die quickly."

Almost laughed out loud: "It's very similar to his style."

Jiang said: "That's right, outsiders commented that he is like orchids and chrysanthemums, orchids and jade trees. When he scolds people, he is like a piranha. He can poison people to death. Only later did I know that the piano was what he wanted but couldn't have." The limited edition I got, I hate that I spoil the piano. I learned the piano when I was a child, simply because the child must have a few talents that parents can show off, and the piano is the basic operation. After getting to know him, I really fell in love with music, so It is not too much to say that he was my first teacher."

His tone was calm from the beginning to the end, and today he has been able to recall a friend very calmly, but when he stopped to wait for the traffic lights, he still reached out and held his palm.

"He leads you on the road, and I will accompany you to the end."

Jiang froze for a moment, looked at the hand, and smiled until his eyes were crooked.

"The lyrics are poorly written, but the words of love are very good."

It didn't hurt to pinch him hard, but Jiang still yelled a few times to save face, and then was dragged over to bite him.

Jiang thought it was dirty, but at the same time felt that love is like honey. The words are very realistic.

It was very early, and it was not a festival for sacrifices. Except for the gatekeeper, there was no one in the tomb, but they still looked around, their eyes staring like a black cat sheriff.

Jiang hugged the flower, but felt that his behavior was very stupid and inexplicable.

"Just shoot it. I'm going to sweep a grave with a friend of the same sex. What can happen?"

Still ignore it and keep staring at him.

The car behind, he felt very suspicious.

Jiang looked back, "The paparazzi drove a Bentley to follow. It must be a dog head. I really have face."

"Bentley?"

That's fine.

It is a strange flower among men. They don't like watches or watches, and they can't recognize the brand and model, but they can also know the price by listening to the brand.

He walked faster, following Jiang's pace.

Jiang only knew that Lan's family had set up Lan Zhu's tomb here, but he didn't know where it was. This was his first time, so he searched around and found it.

When he found it, several people from Bentley also came to Lan Zhu's tomb.

It's not a paparazzi or a dog head, but Lan Zhu's parents and his driver.

Jiang took off his sunglasses, shouted 'Uncle and Auntie', and stood there for a few seconds. He thought that the reason for Lan Zhu's parents was probably because of the gossip on the Internet, which affected them. He quickly apologized, but unexpectedly, Saying 'I'm sorry', he saw Mother Lan walking towards him. He thought the elder was going to make a move, so he didn't move his neck, but saw Mother Lan just hugging him with her raised hand.

"Son."

Mother Lan fell in love with Jiang a lot, and Jiang immediately bent down to let him hug her more comfortably.

"Auntie, I'm really sorry that everything is my problem."

Mother Lan hugged him and didn't say a word, she just cried. After crying for a long time, she took the handkerchief handed over by her husband and wiped her tears a few times.

"Son, your uncle and I have always regretted why we treated him in the first place. He knelt at the door for three days and was sent to the hospital with dehydration. We didn't let go. At that time, we only felt that the child made us lose face. After he went abroad, We send things home every year, and we don’t leave anything behind..."

He couldn't go on with the rest of the sentence, he just cried.

Jiang was very strange at first, but now he understands.Auntie is remorse, and he can't tell others about some remorse, because it can't be passed on to Lan Zhu, and now no matter who he tells it to, he can't pass it to Lan Zhu, but at least he can say to Jiang, who is the closest to Lan Zhu, that he can Make them feel better.

"I'm thinking now, if we treat him better, even if we don't accept his sexual orientation, his lover, even if we don't see each other for five or ten years, at least we have to leave him a way out, at least let him know His parents will always love him, and he can go back whenever he wants. If so, he won't take that dead end."

"We are the ones who really drove him to a dead end!"

Jiang reached out to hug the elder in front of him, and his eyes were already moist.

Lan's mother said that they received Lan Zhu's suicide note and will, and all the properties under their name were left to them. They didn't care about that. The only thing they cared about was that Lan Zhu didn't even leave them his ashes.

"That man ruined him, he had no home, his parents didn't recognize him, he didn't dare to go home, he was homeless..."

Jiang persuaded him not, and he didn't persuade him. He could only let Mother Lan cry in his arms.

The worship took longer than Jiang imagined. He sat with Lan's father and mother until noon, when Lan's mother finally stopped sobbing, and the pedestrians left the tomb.

When he was leaving, Mother Lan looked back at the log behind him, and asked, "Who is..."

The corners of Jiang's lips are lightly raised, and the red eyes are full of smiles.

"It's my boyfriend."

Mother Lan was stunned, nodded and agreed, and then shook her hand tremblingly.

"Be together well, if you can't be together, just stay at Auntie's house, don't go to extremes."

I can't tell whether it's a blessing or a curse, I just feel that they are worthy of being family members, and everyone can really talk.

Jiang sent his blue father and blue mother to him, only to feel that there were more lumps in his chest, but something was missing. Compared with it, he felt much more comfortable.

He touched the two lines of tears on his face, and they were almost dry, with only some wet traces, which felt strange to the touch.

Jiang put on his sunglasses again, looking awkwardly.

"Isn't it ugly?"

Pulling his hands out of his trouser pockets, he was about to hug him when he suddenly noticed something.

Lots of parking.

He glanced over, and the car immediately closed the window and began to fall out of the seat.

"Paparazzi?" Jiang felt a little suspicious. The tomb area is flat and everyone can see it. He didn't see anyone other than them sweeping the tomb. He drove away in a hurry before going up to sweep the tomb. Could it be a priest? Wrong way?

Dan's movements were much faster than his brain, and he ran towards that car.

Although there is no parking, but the road is very narrow, you can't afford it quickly, and even go directly to your head desperately.

The paparazzi who was driving probably didn't think of such a wild way of playing, and slammed on the brakes for a while, for fear of killing people.

He rushed up and kicked the broken window. The person inside happened to be not wearing a seat belt, and he was lifted out of the window directly. His face was scratched by the glass, but before he could cry out the pain, he was kicked again. His foot was on his chest, the toe of the shoe was against his chin, and the weight of his whole body fell on him.

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