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Bao Chan lost his mind for a while, and suddenly a group of people came from behind, passed him and Kuang's mother, and went straight to the opposite side of the road. The leader was holding a branch that came from nowhere.

"You don't learn well at such a young age!" With a bang, the rainbow lollipop fell to the ground.

Baochan stayed there, and everyone on the street looked in that direction.

The two elders took the lead, followed by a few aunts, a total of five people, aggressively surrounded the two children: "How do you teach at home! You don't have classes at school during the day, and come to the side of the road to play hooligans!"

"That's right," the aunts chimed in from behind, "We also have grandchildren, good boy, what should we do if we fail after seeing your crooked ways!"

One child stood up abruptly, glaring at the adults, while the other hurriedly pulled him and dragged him back.

"Why are you staring!" The uncle holding the branch raised his voice, "Does he still have face when he doesn't do human affairs? He is also a young man of sixteen or seventeen, and he would be a father in the old society. If I were a member of your family, I would slap you!" kill you!"

Baochan had difficulty breathing, as if being strangled by an invisible big hand. The uncle was talking about two children, but he felt as if he was talking about him, not learning well, playing hooligans, and crooked ways. This is what He Kuang is doing. A child can be forgiven, and he, he is unforgivable.

Self-loathing, and fear, faintly, seemed to be mixed with injustice. He suppressed the chaotic emotions, shook his hands, and continued to move forward with Kuang's mother.

"Put your schoolbag on your back, get up!" The group insisted, "I tell you, if you don't obey, you will be sent to the police station, and your parents will be notified to the whole school!"

Bao Chan's face was pale, with only the clamor of the old people behind him, the two children were silent, without making a sound, just like him who was cowardly, dared not show his sincere love, and could only hide it carefully.

"Come here!" The insults continued, "Look at you, if I were your mother and father, I would regret it if I gave birth to a freak like you! Why are you staring at me when you grow up? Go to the police station sooner or later!"

They went too far, and Baochan unconsciously tightened his grip on Kuang's mother's hand. Almost at the same time, Kuang's mother withdrew her hand, stuffed him with the satchel, and turned around to walk back.

Bao Chan froze for a moment, turned around, and saw the slightly fat figure in a red sweater walking straight into the crowd, pushing away the cursing uncle: "What are you doing, a group of people bullying two children!"

Bao Chan stared at her blankly, unable to believe that she had passed, really passed.

"Who are you," the uncle immediately shouted at her, "don't meddle in your own business!"

Kuang's mother stood in front of the two children: "You said it, you said it, you scolded it, you are both mothers and fathers, why are you so cruel!"

"Do you know what's going on with them?" The uncle pointed at the two children through her, "They are gay!"

Kuang's mother sullenly said nothing.

"Get out of the way!" The old lady came up and pulled her, "We are here to maintain public order and good customs!"

Kuang's mother insisted on stopping them, without flinching.

"Hey, you old lady," they gathered around and said, "they are perverts, neither male nor female, intersex!"

"They're not perverts!" Kuang's mother yelled back, an ordinary housewife, she couldn't make any sense, "They were eating sweets here just now, and they didn't bother anyone, and you scolded when they came here, scaring the child! "

"Hey, do you understand the truth!" The group surrounded her.

Kuang's mother saw that there were many of them, and turned her head to push the two children: "Let's go, hurry home."

"What are you going to do?" They thought they were standing on the high ground of morality and could act unscrupulously. "This is not your son. If your son finds a man to mess with you behind your back, I'll see how you feel!"

Kuang's mother stopped and stared back at him.

"Look! Look!" The leading uncle laughed, "I can't take it anymore, you don't take it seriously, it's not on your head!"

Kuang's mother's chest heaved and her lips trembled.

"We know it with good intentions. If children don't care, they will become moths of society when they grow up," the old ladies said earnestly, "These little gays..."

"My son is gay!" Mama Kuang blurted out, perhaps out of impulsiveness or anger.

Bao Chan's eyes widened, in front of the public, in front of passers-by, she said something he would never dare to say in his life, so firm and brave.

The old men and women fell silent for a moment.

"My son..." Kuang's mother noticed the eyes around her, a huge, invisible pressure, she lowered her head subconsciously, "My son is not a pervert, not a hermaphrodite, and not a moth of society!"

On the bustling pedestrian street, many people stopped.

"He is the president of the bank. He is more than 1.8 meters tall. Everyone thinks he is handsome." She raised her head again as she spoke, "Except that he has a boyfriend, he is no different from you!"

Baochan finally moved and walked towards her slowly.

"His boyfriend is also very good," Kuang's mother said excitedly. "He has worked hard step by step from the bottom of the society. When he has money, he still wants to help others. He is much more noble than you people!"

Baochan's eyes were reddish, and he took a deep breath.

"Having such a son, he has such a boyfriend," Kuang's mother patted her chest, "I am very proud of being a mother!"

She was proud, and Baochan finally realized at this moment that compared with this mother who stepped forward, he had always been too timid and cowardly.

"No wonder!" The leading uncle slapped his thigh exaggeratedly, "I said she was facing the two boys, her son is a pervert, big girl, it's very face-saving for you to bring out such an ugly thing!"

Because she is gay, she will be humiliated. Kuang's mother refused to accept it: "I'm not afraid of you if you shoot you. If you attack me again, let's go to the police station!"

The old men and women thought it was wrong to engage in homosexuality, and they dared not argue. They didn't expect her to be so stubborn. They became angry and waved the branches in a gesture. At this time, Baozhan went up to block Kuang's mother and shouted: "What are you doing!"

Seeing that it was an adult male, the elders and aunts were a little embarrassed, and obediently took two steps back, but they refused to give in: "We are talking about her, what's the matter with you!"

Baochan ignored them and walked out with Kuang's mother and two children in his arms.

"Hey," the leading uncle raised his neck, "are we together?"

Baozhan didn't respond.

"Are you her son?" The uncle winked at his group, causing them to coax, "You look like a human being, doing dirty things behind your back, don't go if you dare to do it!"

Bao Chan stopped abruptly and turned around.

"Little Baoer!" Kuang's mother pulled him hard.

She clearly saw that the blood had faded from Baochan's face, it was very difficult for him, it was necessary for him to go all out and break with the traditional concept that he believed in for more than [-] years, he looked directly at the group of people, With her shoulders straight, she said word by word, "Yes, I am her son."

Whoa!The uncles and aunts let out an exclamation, followed by cynicism: "What's the matter today, there are more perverts than normal people, old people, we have learned a lot!"

Baochan could feel the gazes of passers-by. Shimao Pedestrian Street, the busiest place in the city, he finally took this step for the sake of two strangers and brave mother Kuang: "I'm gay," he took a deep breath. Tone, boldly admitted, "My lover is a man, but it's not my fault."

He was not noisy, because of his calmness, he seemed extraordinarily powerful.

"I live hard and work hard, and I do better than most of my peers." Baochan trembled a little, recalling all the things since he met Kuangzheng, "I was also afraid, because I was afraid, and I let the people who love me Disappointed, I missed a lot of good times," he licked his dry lips, "but from now on, I will never hide again, I will face myself, accept myself, and love myself like this."

No one spoke, including those few uncles and aunts who were listening to him quietly.

"To evaluate a person, you should judge whether he is kind, whether he has worked hard for his ideals, and how much he has contributed to this society," Baozhan said with his chest up and head held high, "not whether the person he loves is a man or a woman."

He finished speaking, just a few words, neither beautiful nor sensational, then took Kuang's mother's hand, rubbed the heads of the two children, and walked out from the crowd.

After walking a long distance, there was sparse applause behind him, Baochan didn't care anymore, what others think of him, whether he is normal or different, he just thinks that today's sky is innocent and blue, the sky is clear and cloudless, just like his current state Mood, so calm, so light.

Kuang's mother held his hand tightly, not just her hand, but also her heart. The two people who were once incompatible are now standing side by side, like a family.

Kuang's mother suddenly laughed, and she snuggled up to him, very close and natural.

Baochan also smiled, and returned the satchel to her: "They didn't touch you, Mom... no, that," his face flushed all of a sudden, "Auntie!"

A well-timed slip of the tongue, Kuang's mother patted the back of his hand, and said dotingly: "You're right to call mother, didn't you just say he was my son?" She held Baochan's shoulders and straightened his neckline for him, " What mother said is not a lie, I am very proud to have a son like you."

Baochan's eye circles were wet. He hadn't had a chance to call his mother for ten years. Today, with such an opportunity, because of such an unpleasant incident, he found the feeling of being cherished by his mother.

Kuang's mother raised the corner of his mouth and pinched his face: "Little Bao'er, let's stop eating roasted pigeons."

"Huh?" Baozhan was stunned.

"Actually, mom doesn't like to eat pigeons," said Kuang's mother. "Pigeons are flying around, and eating them is cruel."

"Then..." Baochan thought for a while and realized that burning the pigeons was just an excuse, she just wanted to find an opportunity to come out with him and get closer to each other, "Auntie, what do you want to eat?"

"Why are you called Auntie again?"

Baochan was embarrassed and pursed her lips.

"These restaurants outside," Kuang's mother held him again, "it's not as clean as the house, and the taste is not so good."

"But at this time," Baochan glanced at his watch, "it's too late to go home and do it again."

"Actually, mother stewed beef brisket with tomato in the pot," said Kuang's mother, pointing her fingers. "I also steamed red bean paste buns this morning. There is a Daokou roast chicken in the refrigerator. Are there any side dishes..."

Baochan pulled her around, took out her mobile phone and dialed Xiao Hao's number: "Go, Mom, let's go home."