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During the Spring Festival of this year, when he returned to his hometown of City A again, Feng Yun did not let Han Lian live alone in his dusty, deserted and unpopular house.

For more than three months after the National Day, Shen's mother and Shen's father always contacted Fengyun, consciously or unconsciously, asking about Han Lian's situation.Their understanding of this young man has been limited to Fengyun's high school roommate.

Meeting Fengyun's parents was easier than Han Lian imagined.

Before Fengyun confessed, Shen's father and Shen's mother never imagined that the person their son would bring home would be like this one day, but the person the child chooses, no matter poor or rich, ugly or beautiful... male or female, as long as they are upright, kind and honest, All should be treated politely.

Mother Shen wanted to prepare a table of delicious dishes, and Father Shen changed the sheets and quilts for Feng Yun's room in advance. The couple had a very troublesome discussion, and they still felt that the bed in the guest room should also be prepared—it was not a matter of embarrassment whether to stay in Korea or not. Instead of living together, it's embarrassing for this young man to live in the same room as his son?

When Shen's father called Feng Yun, he said, "Your room has been cleaned, the bed has been made, and the guest room next to it is also ready."

Feng Yun told Han Lian after secretly laughing.

Han Lian fully understands the distress of Shen's parents.Feng Yun is different from him, Shen's family is the most typical family of three, a couple raises and educates their only child wholeheartedly, hopes that he will become a talent, and wishes him happiness.The child grew up to be twenty years old and fell in love with a man. The Shen family's parents did not question and blame, but understood the son's decision, and were willing to let him, who could be said to be a stranger, enter the house, which was already very tolerant and open-minded.

On the day we arrived home, there were two pairs of identical new cotton slippers on the mat at the door, and the luggage was in the hands of Han Lian. Father Shen took the initiative to take it and put it away.Mother Shen is already setting the table.At the dinner table, the Shen family's parents also tried their best to show kindness and asked about Han Lian's recent situation.Most of the questions parents have about young people are whether the work is going well, whether life is comfortable, whether they are eating well, why they wear so little in the winter... Han Lian has never been so thoughtful about things as long as he can remember. I have cared about it before, this is the first time I have encountered it, it feels fresh, and I answered each of them very patiently.

"Xiao Han eat more, the skirt of this turtle is very smooth."

"Thank you, Auntie." Han Lian picked up his chopsticks.

"Xiao Han, are your parents at home during the Spring Festival? Feng Yun should also visit together."

"My parents live their own lives and are not in the country." Han Lian and Father Shen clinked glasses and took a sip of wine.

Feng Yun had a big appetite, and he ate very happily.

This Spring Festival went very smoothly. He successfully brought Han Lian to meet his parents. Shen's father and Shen's mother were polite and kind enough.Although there are no visits to relatives and friends during the seven-day holiday, it is actually very rare for the family to reunite in harmony, buy vegetables, cook, watch TV and take a walk.The holiday is over soon, and the little bird with hardened wings has to leave the original safe haven to go out and wander.

At this time, Shen's father and Shen's mother comforted a little, thinking that at least there was someone around Fengyun who was always with him and could be trusted and relied on.

Fengyun's parents pass this test easily.

Han Lian's father has been in contact with him more times than the past few years combined.The content is nothing more than that.This father had never seriously thought about his son's education and life in the past 20 years. Now he seems to have suddenly realized that his only son, who is related to him by blood but far from being close, has grown crooked.Every time Mr. Han thinks about it, he has to call and teach him a lesson, as if he wants to make up for the parent-child education that was missing in the past.Hanlian connected, pressed the loudspeaker, and put the phone aside.

Feng Yun followed to be taught, and found that Mr. Han was also very interesting.

He came and went all around how Han Lian did not learn well, how he practiced crooked ways, and how he violated social order and good customs. He was very careful to hit his son with artillery fire, and never vented his anger.

Once when Feng Yun came home from work, there was no one in the living room, and there was the sound of water in the toilet. Han Lian’s cell phone was thrown on the coffee table, and his father was asking on the other end: “Why don’t you talk? You can't help it?"

"Hi, Han Lian went to take a shower." Feng Yun picked it up.

After a few seconds of silence, the other end hung up the phone.

"Your father hung up the phone." Feng Yun said after rinsing out of the shower with his mobile phone.

"Leave him alone, he's getting old and wordy." Han Lian looked very happy.

For a person, the opinions of relatives and friends are often all the "other people's opinions" that can affect him.Feng Yun has basically passed the hurdle of being a parent, and the rest are friends.

In fact, he has always had a subtle sense of fear when facing Gao Yiwu.In his eyes, Gao Yiwu is a typical example of being calm, objective, and clear-headed. Sometimes when he speaks, it makes him feel like a child who knows nothing about the world. Dependence on verbal expression, and a desire for approval.He still remembered what Gao Yiwu said to him when he was on a business trip with his mentor to City K.After some thought, he still dialed the number.It sounded like there were a lot of people there, and it seemed like a pretty big venue.

He heard Gao Yiwu say: "Wait a minute." He didn't know whether to say it to him or to the people next to him.

The other end quieted down with the obvious sound of opening and closing the door.

"What's the matter?" Gao Yiwu asked.

Feng Yun was a little suspicious that he hadn't picked the right time, but in the final analysis, it was his own business, and it was his wishful thinking to make a serious phone call. Would Gao Yiwu himself feel disturbed?Ah, it should be when he is free, but when will Gao Yiwu be free?

Messy thoughts rolled through Feng Yun's mind, he swallowed and said, "I'm with Han Lian."

"Huh?" Gao Yiwu asked suspiciously, "So fast."

"what?"

"I thought you were going to procrastinate forever!"

Hey, it sounds so happy.

"Fengyun." Gao Yiwu's tone suddenly became serious: "Have you talked to your family?"

"I said it." Feng Yun nodded quickly, and immediately realized that the other party couldn't see him: "My parents, it's settled."

"Well, that's good, Han Lian's side... Presumably his parents can't control him."

"Why are you so clear?"

"Hmph." Gao Yiwu said again: "Who else did you tell, does anyone else know?"

Feng Yun felt relieved: "Except for one senior brother, I haven't talked to anyone else for the time being. But I met the same colleague twice when I went shopping with him, and he probably lives nearby. They didn't ask much, but it was more like I can see it."

"That's it." Gao Yiwu seemed to be thinking about it: "You don't need to explain it to anyone, and you don't need to bother to cover it up, just do what you want, live your own life, understand or not."

"I know. Are you busy recently? Are you about to graduate?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, I still have two years left! Look at you, what do you know?"

That's what Gao Yiwu said, but he didn't really blame Fengyun for not caring about him. On the contrary, he felt that these friends, Jiang Xiaoguang, were a fool. Clever on the outside, foolish on the inside, dead-hearted and stubborn, I can only hope that Han Lian will show some inspiration and take care of him more.

"When you are on vacation, let's find a quiet resort to play together!" Fengyun remembered what he said before, that he would have a party every summer.The promise made when I was a teenager has actually not been fulfilled after graduating from high school.

Gao Yiwu said: "Let's talk about it later, let's see when it is convenient."

When Han Lian came home in the evening, he saw Feng Yun holding his notebook and searching for vacation and travel information on the sofa.

"Going on vacation?"

"I didn't take a single day of annual leave this year!" Feng Yun raised his head and smiled at him: "I used to agree to go out with Yiwu Xiaoguang every year, but after all, the four of us couldn't get together."

Han Lian hugged him and looked at the screen: "That's right, I really think I haven't seen Xiaoguang for several years."

"I talked to Yiwu today, let's see when he will be free."

"This is not bad." Han Lian pointed to a strategy for the Miao village in S province.

The two were chatting excitedly when Han Lian's cell phone rang.

Feng Yun glanced at it, it was an unfamiliar number that had no record.

"Hello," Han Lian linked up, and frowned imperceptibly after hearing a sentence: "I am. It's okay, um."

Xu Xu said something over there, Feng Yun got close and couldn't hear the specific content, but he could tell it was a female voice.

"No, it can't be done." Han Lian seriously refused something, his side face was next to Feng Yun's ear, and he held his hand a little harder.

The other party said a lot, and Han Lian's response came and went with those few words.After talking for three to five minutes, I ended up hanging up with no results.

Fengyun was still flipping through the pictures of Miao Village, but there was a small train speeding in his mind: Who is it?Should I ask?It seems that asking everything is too wordy, and it seems that I am narrow-minded.Of course I am not narrow-minded, just a little curious.How would it be more natural to ask?Or wait for him to say it himself?What if he doesn't say it?

Han Lian watched Feng Yun's fingers slide back and forth on the control panel, his eyes didn't know where to go, he grabbed that hand and kissed it quickly and said: "Lu Su called, asking if I'm there ah City, I want to meet for dinner."

Before Fengyun could figure out how to pick it up, Han Lian said quickly, "I never gave her this number, and even if I go back to City A, I don't plan to meet her alone."

Feng Yun didn't ask anything, basically he knew everything he wanted to know.

OK then.

He closed the window and clicked on another introduction of Lin Zhi.

"Tibet is far away." Han Lian glanced at it and said.

"Yeah." Feng Yun browsed absently: "When did you... Oh yes, why did you ignore me then?"

"When did I..." Han Lenovo recalled what Feng Yun was talking about, leaned against the back of the sofa, thought for a while before saying, "Do you remember a time when I, actually speaking now is a bit of an idiot, It was just when I was in college, I don’t know if you noticed, but I asked you in a roundabout way if you had a girl you liked.”

"Of course I don't have it." Feng Yun raised his chin.

"I'm not so magical that I can see through you at a glance from a thousand kilometers away." Han Lian said, "No, I'm actually not sure, because when I ask you, you answer nonsense and make me feel bad Frustrated."

Feng Yun leaned closer and looked at Han Lian's face: "I'll see if you're depressed."

Han Lian immediately made a mournful expression, and Feng Yun was amused by him: "That's all... I didn't think about it myself, who knows what you want to ask, if you suddenly tell me which girl you have a crush on, you can't If the troubles come, I will be stunned to death."

"Stop talking nonsense." Han Lian also laughed: "I didn't get the answer I wanted from you. To be honest, I was a little angry. I just thought you liked me. Why didn't you say it well?" Okay, okay, it's my fault, I turned [-] corners and asked too indirectly. Then it was my mother's business, and you all know it. I'm a mess, actually quite... ashamed See you. I haven't contacted you for a long time, and I don't know how to talk to you when we meet again. You may be angry with me, or you may have turned to a new page, I don't know..."

How could it be, Fengyun thought to himself.

"Well, I'm actually not angry with you. I'll think too much, and I'll be stuck on my own horns, but even if I'm angry with you, it won't last long." Feng Yun closed his notebook: "There is another problem. You When...when did you start liking me?"