Seniors are really amazing

The two of them planned to get out of the car and eat something when they drove to the service station. Probably the whole car was thinking this way, so when they arrived at the service station, they swarmed down and flocked to the restaurants and noodle restaurants at the service station. The place.

Yang Zhiyuan looked at the things that helped him to buy things, and unconsciously curled the corners of his mouth. He never thought that one day he would drive home. The word home seems too far away from him, and he always feels that it is a place that he can't reach. .

But now, he was going to follow a man to a place called home.

He didn't know if his intervention was allowed in that place, if his entry would bring disaster, if his stay would be greeted with wind, frost, rain and snow, he hadn't thought about how to face it.

But now, on the way there, he was suddenly at a loss. If the problem mentioned above happened, how would he face such a situation.

Tang Gu took the oden and walked to Yang Zhiyuan's side, put the cup on his face and said with a smile: "What are you thinking about, so engrossed, eat it when it's hot, and get in the car when you're done, this place is so cold that it's so windy. "

Perhaps because the temperature was too low, Tang Gu added a little sweet and spicy sauce to the soup. Yang Zhiyuan doesn't like spicy food, so he can't eat it at all.

"Drink of water."

When I got back to the car, most of the people in the car hadn't come back yet, and the driver probably thought that everyone was going to eat, so he hurriedly urged everyone, saying that the car was about to start.

Yang Zhiyuan sat on the seat by the window as if he was full, and looked at the person who was jumping his feet outside the car window, but who was enjoying his meal, he couldn't help poking his finger at the glass on the window and pointing at the people outside: "Are they all like this?"

"Xiaoyuan, it's also the first time for me to make a car home at this time, so... well, you can continue to make cars at this time with me next year, and then see if everyone is like this at that time." Tang Gu He took back the person's finger and put it in the palm of his hand, "It's cold on the glass, don't get too cold."

Seeing his hands being protected by Tang Gu, Yang Zhiyuan was slightly lost in thought, and asked in a muttering voice: "Tang Gu, if your mother doesn't like it, or your father doesn't allow us to be together, what should we do?" Do it. Should we separate, or should I leave?"

Listening to Yang Zhiyuan's words, Tang Gu burst out laughing: "Don't look down on them two, I guess you will be grateful to them both after you passed, but they always think that I am the one who can't find a partner. people."

What Tang Gu said is true, a few days after his mother knew that her son was gay, she ran to the hospital to take care of her son who was beaten into the hospital by her husband, and then asked a sentence: "Son, people like you are not seen in this world." There are so many... what if you can't find them?"

Although Tang Gu said so, Yang Zhiyuan was still worried. After all, there were some things that he hadn't seen with his own eyes or heard with his ears.

Yang Zhiyuan has been thinking about what kind of scene he will meet with Tang Gu's parents. He has fantasized about many situations, but he never imagined that he would be facing this situation now.

Yang Zhiyuan opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling in a daze, without any modification, it was a vast expanse of white, and the quilt covering his body made him feel something was wrong, he clearly remembered that he was still in the car just before falling asleep , but now he is lying on a bed.

He was a little at a loss, and he even felt that he might be living in reality now, and everything from Tang Gu's appearance to the present was just an illusion.

The oppressive feeling from the quilt pulled him back from his distant thoughts, Yang Zhiyuan looked at the thing lying on top of his quilt in a bit of bewilderment, wrapped into a ball.

Maybe make up a thing that deserves to be called, a moving, well, actually a child.

The little bun lay on the quilt, then turned around and looked curiously at the person who had woken up, tilting his head, wondering if he should speak, or if he should tell his brother, um, sister-in-law woke up.

Yang Zhiyuan sat up with his forehead supported, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, so even if he suddenly got out of the bed, he didn't feel much cold.

Yang Zhiyuan doesn't know how to get along with children. Looking at the person sitting opposite him, he looks about three or four years old. The eyebrows make Yang Zhiyuan feel a little familiar, but it's just familiar. He really can't remember who it is , maybe it has something to do with him just waking up.

In the end, I chose to give up the idea of ​​staring at a child. After all, it seems that it is impossible to know where I am now if I keep staring at each other like this.

After getting out of bed, my clothes were put on the inside of the bed, only then did I realize that this bed was unexpectedly big, even worse than a double bed.

He remembered that when they were still in school, the two of them were squeezed together on a small bed. Tang Gu held himself tightly in his arms and murmured: "After we graduate and have our own house, we must make a living. A big, big bed, the kind that won't fall off even if you roll around."

I remember at that time, he gave him a blank look, and said coldly: "Why do you need such a big bed?"

The result can only be imagined, Tang Gu said shamelessly in his ear: "Of course it is for the convenience of sex."

After Yang Zhiyuan got out of bed, the child sitting on the bed also got down. The bed was a bit high. For a three or four-year-old child, the movement of getting down made Yang Zhiyuan look rather funny.

Xiao Baozi dragged on his little slippers and stood chubby in front of Yang Zhiyuan.

Yang Zhiyuan stepped on shoes that were two sizes bigger than his own, then pushed open the door of the room, and what came into view was a very warmly decorated living room, a couple was sitting on the double sofa, watching TV, The man commented on the people on the TV, and the woman had an expression that you knew.

Not quite sure where he is, standing at the door of the room and not knowing what to do, he is thinking about where he is now, who these two people should be, and who is this child.

"Xiaoyuan, are you awake?" Tang Gu stood at the door of the restaurant wearing an apron, holding an iron spoon in his hand, looking at him with a smile on his face.

Because of Tang Gu's voice, the two people who were watching TV were also attracted, and then turned their heads to look at Yang Zhiyuan who was standing at the door a little at a loss.

"Wake up, are you hungry? Do you want Mom to get you something to eat?" Mother Tang looked at the person standing at the door. When she came in just now, she was carried by Tang Gu on her back, so she couldn't see the person's appearance clearly. , now standing in front of him, besides feeling that his son has found a treasure, he also feels that this child is a little too thin.

Yang Zhiyuan couldn't understand what was going on now, who was that woman who called herself "mother", Tang Guzheng looked very homely, so is he in Tang Gu's house now?

Oh, I suddenly remembered that Tang Gu once said that he had a younger brother who was 15 years younger than him, and he said that he had a very strange pair of parents.

Yang Zhiyuan was held by Tang Gu and went back into the room. Only then did Yang Zhiyuan start to look at the scene in the room. It was a very simple and clear room. The suitcase was placed in the corner of the room, and the notebook he brought back was placed on the sofa.

"Little Baozi, go out with Dad. My brother and sister-in-law have something to say." Tang Gu hugged his younger brother, and without saying a word, sent it to the old man who was still watching TV in the living room, and then did not wait for Little Baozi to struggle. He went straight into his room and finally closed the door.

"When I got out of the car just now, I saw that you were not awake, so I didn't want to wake you up, so I carried you home directly. Little Baozi, that dead boy, I will never leave things to him in the future, so I told him clearly When you wake up, come to the kitchen and call me." Tang Gu talked to himself, but Yang Zhiyuan didn't reply, and looked at him with some anxiety.

Yang Zhiyuan turned to look at the person sitting beside him: "What were you doing in the kitchen just now?"

"Spare ribs soup, my mother wants to watch a TV series, so she asked me to go to the kitchen and watch the fire." Tang Gu said helplessly. He was enslaved by his mother just after he came home. It was really a loss.

"Can you cook?" Looking at Tang Gu as if he had discovered a new world, "Why have I never heard you mention that you can cook?"

"You didn't ask if it was right, not to mention that you can't do things like cooking at school, right? Besides, I'm not very good at it anymore, I just know some homework." Tang Gu looked at people and seemed to be reacting normally , and stood up, "Let's pack your clothes first, put them in the box and follow them all the time, it's not good."

It's really not good. It always makes people feel that this is just a temporary stay. If you want to leave, you can leave directly by lifting the suitcase.

Yang Zhiyuan watched as Tang Gu opened the box, took out the clothes inside, rearranged them and put them in the cabinet.

There weren't many clothes in the closet, they were all Tang Gu's, and the big closet didn't seem so empty because of the addition of his clothes.

Yang Zhiyuan stood behind Tang Gu, watching Tang Gu stand up and squat down, squat down and stand up to pack his clothes, and then watched the closet become a little full, at least he looked like a closet for two people, not one human.The corners of the mouth hooked up before he knew it.

Tang's mother happily entered Tang Gu's room with a porridge from Wen where, and then saw her son diligently packing up: "Son, have you become more diligent? Xiaoyuan, come and eat something. You must be hungry after sleeping for so long."

Yang Zhiyuan looked at the enthusiastic person a little unnaturally. It seemed that he hadn't been cared about like this for a long time. This feeling of having a family was different from the relationship between Lou Qingjun and Chen Yanzhi. The warmth in his heart seemed to come from knowing that he was in Tang Gu's house. Inside, it has never been reduced.