how i bought the whole world

That night, I took Brandon back to his new apartment.

His face was a little red because of the evening wind, but his eyes were always smiling. We haven't gotten along like this for several days. Every time we meet, it's like fighting in a hurry. Sometimes it takes less than 10 minutes to talk. No, but today the whole day belongs to each other.

I think that even if there is no exquisite dinner and exquisite date this evening, it will be perfect, even if we do nothing, just kissing or hugging is enough.

"It's almost our anniversary, baby." I parked near Brandon's apartment so he could walk home later.

"Are you asking for a gift from me?" Brandon couldn't help but curled his lips into a smile. "Okay, I'll prepare. What color do you like? Blue?" He mused. "No, you already have a lot of blues. Let's try wine red this time."

Most of the gifts that Brandon gives me are bow ties, ties or square scarves. He does not give suits, because I am used to choosing professional custom suits, that is, bespoke. Customization will consider problems such as waist, buttons and pockets, and is completely handmade. It takes hundreds of man-hours to complete, so it is much better than general semi-custom and ready-to-wear. I like Italian tailors in terms of choice. Brioni and Kiton are my two favorite brands, especially Kiton. The fabric is soft, light and close-fitting , need a perfect figure to show it.My old tailor Max.Mr. Vattery is one of Kiton's most famous tailors.But Brandon is not proficient in these, he only has an eye for color matching, so the matching cufflinks for my suit, scarf and tie and other small items are basically from him.

I held his hand, "I like whatever you give me, no matter if it's blue or red, even if it's khaki." Seeing him smile a little, I couldn't help curling up the corners of my mouth, "But I think about the last time I promised you to go to Europe. In fact, I want to go to Europe because I think I can spend a few days in a place where no one knows us. But not wanting to be disturbed is not just a way to go abroad. This time, we can choose to go to sea and sail around from the port of New York to the coastal areas of the Atlantic Ocean, and we can come back in time even if something happens. What do you think?"

I read the news in the past few days, and many people are sailing yachts in the Atlantic Ocean in New York Harbor. This month, the sun is abundant and the wind direction is suitable, which is a good weather for travel, so I suddenly had the same idea. I was in China When I was in China, I also took the yacht driving license test in the southern region.Although it has been a few years, it is not difficult for me to find a coach to review the skills and operation methods.

Brandon frowned, "Sounds good, but then you need to find a captain and boatman."

I smiled, "Why are you looking for them, I can drive it myself, just you and me, and Jude Law, I have already bought Joshua Smith's yacht Triangular Princess, it is quite strong, Smith almost died in a storm last time when he sailed, but it was thanks to this cruise ship that he was safe, I think the Triangle Princess will bring us some good luck, what do you think?"

Brandon paused. "Do you need luck?"

I looked at him and squeezed his hand, "Of course, I hope that if there is a God, He can save us from facing too many obstacles."

Brandon suddenly leaned forward and leaned over to kiss me tenderly on the lips.

I put my palm on the back of his neck and focused on responding to his kiss.After a while I let him go, "You should go back, honey."

"We won't get in the way," Brandon said.Instead of moving, he took off his coat, lowered the seat, and straddled me.

"Honey." I gasped, "It's late, aren't you tired?"

"Are you tired?" Brandon gave a smirk.

Of course I am very energetic, or I have never been so energetic.Brendan rubbed his butt against my bottom, and almost immediately saluted the teased part, and squinted his eyes when he saw it.

"Didn't I satisfy you during the day?" Brandon put a hand directly on my shoulder, "Why did you stand up to me so quickly?"

"Brandon." I took a deep breath. "If you don't want anything to happen, you'd better get off of me now."

Brandon shrugged his shoulders, "Come down? William, I thought you wouldn't say anything, but just expressed it with actions. Well, is my intention not clear enough?"

"You asked for it, dear."

Without talking nonsense, I immediately unbuttoned my trousers and released the fighting spirited little brother.Brandon laughed and unbuttoned his shirt.

For an hour, the two of us collapsed in the back seat, lazily motionless.

If there are traffic police patrolling around at this time, he will definitely come to see why this car has been ignited and parked in one place for several hours. Our windows.I checked the time, it was almost three o'clock in the morning, Brandon put his head on my shoulder, I kissed his side neck, "Baby."

He hummed lightly.

"Are you sleepy?" I actually thought it was quite funny, he was the one who started to take the initiative, and he is also the one who is tired now.I touched Brandon's lower back, and through the faint street light, I could see a little bruise there, which was the mark from my fingers.

"I have to go." Brandon regained consciousness a little, scratched his hair, and reached for the clothes in the front row.

I tidied up my clothes, and tidied up the messy corners of his clothes. Brandon lay on my shoulders and let me move obediently. He didn't push back his sweaty hair until I let him go, "You Is it okay to go back alone?"

"No problem." I said.

"Then drive carefully." He said, opened the car door and walked out.

Then Brandon suddenly froze.

At that moment, I felt his back straightened like a frightened cat, and his whole body was in a tense state. I couldn't see what was going on outside, but I saw him forcefully shut the car door, blocking the car door. in front of the car door.

"Brandon!" I couldn't help shouting.

The closed carriage hinders the transmission of sound, but you can clearly see Brandon's slightly frowning brows. I am familiar with his expression. It is the expression when encountering difficult things, but there is a little relief in it, a little Relieved, yet a little disturbed, it was weird.He put one hand on the car door, as if he didn't want me to get out of the car now.

But I couldn't leave him alone outside the car. I immediately put on my coat and opened the door from the other side of the car. I didn't know what was going on outside, but the moment I got out of the car, I suddenly saw him. There are two pairs of angry eyes that are almost on fire.

Suddenly I realized what was going on.

These are two solemnly dressed old men. The man is tall and strong, and the woman is thin and shriveled. They stood side by side downstairs of Brandon's new apartment, and I don't know how long they watched.The dim light cast an indistinct shadow on their faces, but the expressions in their eyes could be clearly seen.

It was full of anger, plus shame.

This look hurt my eyes, as if we were two dirty things, worthy only of contempt and hatred. I already had a vague guess in my heart, but this guess made me feel uncomfortable.

If there is no accident, this should be Brandon's parents - Winston and his wife.

An unbearable silence spread across the scene, covering the surroundings like a thick fog. The other party did not speak, but expressed their attitudes with a tense body: rejection, defense and disbelief.They both looked at Brandon, as if waiting for an explanation.

"I'm gay." Brandon said suddenly, breaking the silence of the entire space. He didn't flinch when he said this, but raised his head. "I didn't tell you all the time, but in fact, Carter and I are the same kind of people."

He looked at his parents with a very calm look in his eyes.It seemed that what he said was just an understatement of a trivial matter, and it was not worthy of the other party's tantrum.

I stared at Brandon, and felt very complicated for a moment. Is Brandon because I decided to confront my parents, or is he finally wanting to make a break? Ten thousand words can’t describe my feelings at this time. , I can only walk up to him and use my actions to tell him that I will always stand by his side.

Brandon took one look at me and reached out to take my hand. "Also, if you want to know, this person is my boyfriend. I spent all day with him today. Yes, Mom, you are right. I am in a relationship. I can't bear to be with the one I love. People have been apart for so long, and I don't feel ashamed to admit it."

At this moment, the expression on Brandon's face can be described as calm. After saying these words, he seemed to be completely relieved, and his whole body relaxed.I squeezed his hand tightly, feeling his palm was warm and his pulse was beating vigorously.

However, these words did not move the people in front of them, or on the contrary, they irritated their rationality even more. The anger of the Winstons rose at a speed visible to the naked eye. At first, there were doubts and disbelief on their faces. , seems not to believe that his son, who has always been proud of him, will really be with a man. Now Brandon admits that the two have been completely numb, only full of conflict and rejection.

Mr. Winston suddenly stepped forward, "You..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand towards Brandon. Brandon had a cold face, with an expression of "Even if you hit me, you can't change what I said". Seeing that the situation was not good, I stepped forward , in front of Brandon.

"Slap!" I was slapped hard on the face.

The slap was powerful and loud, and it made me a little dizzy. I touched the corner of my mouth, and my face was already slightly swollen. Mr. Winston was so forceful that he could knock a person to the ground. Brandon's face, I'm afraid I'll lose my mind with anger.At that time, whether the other party is Brandon's parents or not, I will directly conflict with him.

"William!" Brandon was in a hurry. He poked his head out from behind me, but I pressed him firmly behind him, "Brandon, get into the car for me."

"But..." He still wanted to see how my face looked.

I insisted, "Get in the car."

Just kidding, the Winstons are probably very angry now. If Brandon really went up to publish his declaration of coming out (in fact, he had already published it), Mr. Winston would probably come up directly with his crutches and give him Beat to death, I am much stronger than him, if you really want to be beaten, let me suffer these beatings.

"You bastards who deserve to go to hell! Blasphemy." After I pushed Brandon into the car, Mr. Winston was still shouting very angrily, "You, it's you, who are you, why did you seduce me? son!"

I wiped the corners of my lips, it was hot and painful, but I was very happy in my heart. Brandon obviously chose me between his family and me, so why didn't I feel proud.However, I was also concerned that the other party was Brandon's parents, and my tone was not very impulsive.

"I'm William Field, you can call me William, Mr. Winston." I introduced myself politely, "As you can see, I'm Brandon's boyfriend."

"Get out! I'm a bastard, I won't allow someone like you to be in my sight." In response, Mr. Winston cursed furiously.

I kindly reminded him, "Please pay attention to the time, Mr. Winston, if I were you, I would choose to keep quiet, and if I shouted like this again, it would be difficult for me to guarantee that our voice would not disturb the neighbors. They couldn't resist calling the police and complaining to us, and things got worse."

"You..." He continued to say a bunch of nasty swear words, and pointed the gunfire at me viciously and viciously. The words were so fierce that I didn't want to repeat them directly. In the end, it was Mrs. Winston who came and pulled him away.

"Calm down, James." She looked at me very indifferently. "This gentleman is right. Our quarrel here will attract the attention of the neighbors." She spoke in a very soft voice, but easily restrained Mr. Winston's anger. Her gray-blue eyes rolled slightly and stayed on me. Stare at it for a few seconds.

It occurred to me that these were Brandon's eyes, too.

Gray, with a hint of blue, deep and restrained, without any extra impurities, these eyes are especially beautiful under the orange light, and they are looking at me quietly at the moment.It's a pity that such similar pupils did not bring a similar feeling. Mrs. Winston's eyes were like inorganic robots, cold and meaningless-this was completely different from Brandon's pair of eyes that were as emotional as stars.

She then said, "We are people who care about face, and we must not make people laugh for no reason." She stared at me like this, and her tone became a little more serious, "Especially for a clown who is jumping on the beam, it's not worth it."

"Perhaps we can go into the house to solve the problem." I looked away and suggested casually, "Standing here and arguing will not help the matter at all, are you right, Mr. and Mrs. Winston?"

……

Half an hour later, we were sitting in the living room of Brandon's new apartment, the four of us facing each other.Brandon checked the corner of my mouth, "Fortunately tomorrow is Sunday, William." He said worriedly, "You have a day to reduce the swelling, otherwise everyone will know that you have been slapped in the face at the meeting on Monday. "

I didn't care too much, "As long as you're fine."

Brandon raised his eyebrows, "Don't think I'll be happy, I'd rather be beaten myself."

"I'd rather be myself, dear." I took his hand.

As the founder of WF, my being beaten is definitely big news. It will not only attract attention on social platforms, but even economic newspapers will come to interview me.Guess whether I owe a huge sum of money due to investment failure, or whether my property will be divided due to emotional failure.No matter which guess, it will have a certain degree of impact on WF Group.For the financial circle, rumors are a terrible weapon that can easily kill a company, so Brandon said that he would rather be beaten.

I understand his worry, but I can't just watch Brandon get beaten. If I don't even want to take a beating for him at this time, how can I say that I will give happiness to so and so?

"Aren't you ashamed?" asked Mrs. Winston abruptly.

"What?" I was silent in my own thoughts and couldn't hear clearly for a while.

"Shame," repeated Mrs. Winston, looking at me. "Have perverts like you no sense of shame?"

When Mrs. Winston persuaded Mr. Winston just now, I thought she was a little friendlier than Mr. Winston. Only now did I realize that her lethality is no less than that of her husband, because Brandon heard her The words shrank a little, and after a few seconds, he slowly straightened his body.

"Why should you be ashamed?" he asked back.

"You're gay! You've fallen to this level!" Mrs. Winston said disgustedly and indifferently, "I'm so disappointed in you, Brandon, I thought you'd be a little quieter when you came to Boston, but you No, instead, you’ve gotten worse and learned badly, you really shouldn’t have left Los Angeles, left the church, you should have been locked up in the prayer room, and reflect on yourself.”

Brandon looked as if he had been slapped. "What are you not disappointed in, Mom? When I resigned from Roxany, you were disappointed in me too, weren't you? Otherwise, why would I go to New York to find a job?"

"Working for Miss Roxani is a decent job, why are you quitting!"

"She sexually harassed me and I felt disgusted!"

"Miss Roxani has already said that it was a misunderstanding. She accidentally touched your body. She apologized to you."

"You actually said that! That's because she was afraid that I would go to the police station to sue her, that's enough! You don't understand at all, I'm fed up with your so-called law-abiding, so-called tolerance, and you don't understand when I leave Los Angeles ?I don't like the life that is made. Just like Carter, he can't stand it, he left, and I want to leave too. So I left too!"

Brandon's tone rose, he stood up, his two gray-blue eyes seemed to be burning with flames, I have almost never seen him look like this, even if he gets angry again, his tone will always be mostly cold, He was not as intense and angry as he is now, as if all his anger had burst out.

I couldn't help but squeeze his hand tightly.

"Did you feel sorry when Carter left? You didn't, you were ashamed of it. Did you worry about it when he came to you for help when he had nowhere to go? You didn't. You gloated." His chest heaved violently. Emotions flashed in his eyes, I don't know what he is thinking now, or think of his brother, or think of me, or think of nothing. "You are such people. Why am I ashamed? I should be ashamed..."

"Brandon!" I cut him off.

Brandon took a breath, and his tone slowed down again.He looked down at me, "I'm sorry William, I'm so angry."

"Calm down, I'm here." I said this, and sat him down on the chair again. I thought I should say something to ease the atmosphere at this time, but judging from the expressions of the Winstons, it seems that I can say anything Add fuel to the fire.

"Don't make such a gesture in front of us, Brandon!" Mrs. Winston's tone became sharp, her eyes resting on our intertwined hands, "You are different from your brother, you used to have a girlfriend ! You were not a pervert!"

"Yes, I'm not, but that's what you want. I now find that I can't be with women. I'm a pervert, and you're right." Brandon calmed down again, and he closed his eyes , "By the way, I also like being fucked by my boyfriend. I feel good when he fucks me. On the contrary, I don't like sleeping with women, understand?"

The faces of the Winstons turned green. They seemed to cover their ears the next moment they heard something extremely dirty.

I was a little moved, "Actually, Brandon and I are no different than being with a woman. I promise to treat him like my partner, no, actually he is already my partner, although the United States has not yet Pass the same-sex marriage law, but we'll share everything, like any normal couple."

I hope that my remarks will calm the two parents, but unfortunately the other party did not listen to me.They choose to ignore me.

"I want to sever family ties with you, Brandon. I would rather donate my property to the orphanage than leave it to you." Finally, Mr. Winston said, "Tomorrow I will return to Los Angeles with your mother, and then I won't come here anymore, if I can, I don't want to see such an embarrassing son like you in my life!"

"I know." Brandon said calmly, "When you refused Carter's request to save Danny, I understood that you are really cruel. A person who believes in God is unwilling to help a suffering compatriot. Do you think it’s faith because the other person is gay? I think you’re doing it for your own sake, well, you’re going to lose two sons in the end.”

As he spoke, he stood up and pulled me away, as well as Jude Law, who was circling around us restlessly.

Back in the car, I lit the ignition and started the car.After watching the neighborhood gradually being left behind, Brandon showed a little bit of slack. He rubbed his forehead tiredly, with a wry smile on his face.

"Your parents don't really hate you." I comforted him, "They just don't understand for a while, and they will eventually figure it out."

"No, you don't understand William. Sometimes I really envy your family. Your brothers seem to love you. But my family is different. Carter is just in love with Danny. My parents are in the newspaper. Divorced him, and now they will do the same to me, they have no shortage of heirs, Winston is a big family, and there will always be someone who will inherit the property and will take care of them."

"Maybe I really don't get it. It's hard for me to believe that parents can treat their children like this. I have always been taught that parents will give children unconditional love. But I'm still sorry, Brandon, if it wasn't for me tonight. Some inappropriate behavior, your parents will not be so angry with you."

"It's none of your business, William, maybe I did it on purpose tonight." He put his head on my shoulder suddenly, "I know we're messing around at the door and we're screwed if we get caught, but I thought, what the hell, If I'm found out, I'll let God judge whether I'm right or wrong. I don't think I'm wrong, and I'm tired of lying like this for three days." He stared ahead, the passing road receded quickly, and the sky was slightly bright It's dawn now.

After a pause, Brandon finally said, "I only have you now, William."

"You'll always have me," I replied.