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Song Qingxu seemed to have been given a booster, and suddenly cheered up.

With the reminder of the mechanical female voice in the elevator, Fu Yuan pulled his arm out of the elevator, and then stopped in front of the door.

"..." Song Qingxu took a deep breath, pursed his lips and nodded solemnly.

"Click." The sound of unlocking the lock twitched a chord in people's hearts, and people immediately tensed up their nerves.

Fu Yuan brought him in, motioned him to put on the new cotton slippers that he had prepared, changed the shoes himself, and took a few steps to look into the kitchen.

"Mom, we're back."

Fu's mother agreed, she didn't intend to meet her son's partner in the kitchen, and asked him to take Song Qingxu to the bedroom to sit first, and the meal will be ready soon.

Fu Yuan immediately dragged Song Qingxu who had just put down the gift box with oil on his feet, slipped into the bedroom, and locked the door guiltily.

As soon as he pushed Song Qingxu to the bed and sat down, Song Qingxu opened his arms and hugged her boyfriend.

Fu Yuan buried his head in his neck and rubbed it, just thinking about hugging him for a longer time, to make up for the missing parts of so many days.

Sensing his emotions, Song Qingxu hugged the person in his arms tighter, kissed him on the cheek happily, and patted Fu Yuan's back lightly to comfort him.

"Okay, baby, can you show me around your room?"

The design of Fuyuan's bedroom looks very comfortable, not crowded or empty.He pursed his lips and smiled, pulling Song Qingxu up from the tatami: "OK."

Before he greeted him, Song Qingxu had already stood in front of the built-in bookcase on the wall with bright eyes.The off-white bookcase occupies more than half of the wall, and it is full of books. There are two book lists on the left side of each row, listing the titles neatly.

"This was originally used to put some decorations, toys and other figures, but I think it's a waste. So I just used it as a bookcase, and all the sundries are placed in the cabinet above the desk."

Hearing this, Song Qingxu looked back at the U-shaped desk beside the bed, saying that it was a desk but it was a little bigger than ordinary desks, and the doorless cabinet standing on the bottom was obviously used to put the chassis of the desktop computer, with a glass door on the top There are a few small cabinets with some decorations here and there.

"There are really many cabinets in your bedroom..." Song Qingxu put his head on Fu Yuan's shoulder stickily, "What are those three small doors?"

"cloakroom."

Song Qingxu curiously let him take him in. It was a small room with a soft-looking bench in the middle. There were wardrobes on three sides, and the doors of the cabinets were closed. floor mirror.

"Baby, you are too delicate..." Song Qingxu couldn't help sighing, blowing into his ear intentionally or unintentionally.

Fu Yuan was a little itchy and wanted to laugh, so he hurriedly pushed him away, and led Song Qingxu out of the cloakroom: "Don't make trouble, itchy."

"Okay." Song Qingxu withdrew his hands regretfully, but his eyes drifted to another place: "Baby, does that doll on the bay window look familiar?"

Forgot to charge it!

Fu Yuan hastily covered his eyes: "You are the only one with sharp eyes, don't look at it, don't look at it!"

"I recognize it, baby." Song Qingxu scratched his eyelashes in his palm, grabbed the hand covering his eyes and clasped his fingers together.

"It's that little dolphin. What did you bring it back for?" Song Qingxu thought about it: "Does my baby sleep with it every day?"

Fu Yuan shook his hand back, and admitted with a broken jar: "That's right, can't it."

"Only it can be carried and hugged."

Song Qingxu put his arms around him halfway, and kissed him on the lips: "Hold me to sleep in the future."

Fu Yuan didn't say yes or no, and tilted his head slightly to make a face at him.

With a boyfriend around, why bother to hug the little dolphin, but just because the boyfriend is not a doll, he can't be allowed to take it wherever he likes.

"Let's talk about when we can live together."

Song Qingxu frowned, and the calculation in his mind was "slapping", and he changed the subject calmly: "Did your mother decorate the bedroom for you?"

Although the room does not have a strong sense of design, it does not look like a basic apartment.

"Well, I redecorated it when I was in high school." Fu Yuanquan didn't hear the "mother" he said very smoothly: "I don't have much requirements for whether it looks good or not."

Song Qingxu's eyes jumped, and he asked subconsciously: "Do you think the current arrangement looks good?"

Hearing this, Fu Yuan thought carefully for a moment, and replied honestly and tactfully: "It's average, I don't feel anything."

understood.Song Qingxu made up his mind that he would be responsible for the decoration of the house in the future, without the need for his boyfriend to do it. After all, he had seen Fu Yuan's astonishing aesthetics several times.

"Wash your hands and eat!"

Hearing his mother's cry, Fu Yuan patted Song Qingxu's head, who was still wandering, and broke free from his arms to help Fu's mother serve dishes and get the dishes.

Song Qingxu didn't react for a while, and after a while, he ran to help.

"You're welcome, I'm tired from the bumps on the road, eat more." Mama Fu greeted him with a gentle and decent smile.

Song Qingxu, who was named, faced the table full of dishes, and before he had time to say "thank you", he heard Fu's mother say to Fu Yuan: "Xiao Song himself is sorry, you remember to take it for him."

"Giant baby baby" Song Qingxu had no choice but to put on an awkward yet polite smile, and added the missing sentence "Thank you."

Fu Yuan readily agreed, and before he had time to move his chopsticks, he first picked up a coke chicken wing for his boyfriend, the slyness in his eyes was evident.

Seeing the flickering light in his eyes, Song Qingxu quietly hooked his calf under the table.

Usually, Fu Yuan and Fu's mother sat face to face. Now that a dining chair was added, Song Qingxu sat where Fu's father would sit when he came home - he occupied one side, with his boyfriend on the left and mother-in-law on the right.

Fu Yuan's calf was hooked by him, and the smile on his face could hardly be hidden. After being noticed by Fu's mother, he quickly restrained the smile and lowered his head to eat seriously.

Mother Fu originally had a lot to ask, but now she can't ask anything.

Whether it is from the perspective of being a mother or an outsider, it can be seen that the relationship between the young couple is very good.

Let's follow the teachings of our ancestors first, don't eat and sleep without talking.

After a torturous and peaceful meal, Song Qingxu can be a good baby in front of his elders, but he can't handle the situation where the elders don't speak up.

Song Qingxu was always worried about what Fu's mother would ask, which made him jittery, pricking up his ears at the slightest sign of trouble, always on guard against his mother-in-law's questions.

However, Fu's mother didn't talk about anything other than a few polite words from time to time.

After everyone put down the bowls and chopsticks, Fu Yuan sneaked into the kitchen to wash the dishes after receiving his mother's signal, leaving Fu's mother and Song Qingxu silently facing each other.

Of course he also wants to protect his boyfriend in front of his mother, but just like he has to face Song Qingxu's parents, it is definitely not enough to protect him by himself. Song Qingxu has to use his performance to convince his mother. It's a real success.

Fu Yuan could only tell his mother not to embarrass him before Song Qingxu came.

After Fu's mother asked a few innocuous questions, the room between the two fell into silence again.

A little embarrassed, this time Song Qingxu took the lead to break the silence: "Don't worry, I'm serious enough about this relationship, and it's definitely not just a so-called curiosity. one person."

"Perhaps you can't completely let go of your mind after all, thinking that we are still young and uncertain, but you can observe and see that we will continue to get in touch step by step in the future and become better and more suitable for each other. Maybe in the process There are some differences, but I am willing to change for him."

"Parents are the people we care about most in this world, so they are also the people we hope most to understand us."

Song Qingxu looked up into Fu's mother's eyes, and faced her scrutiny, "Maybe I'm not enough to satisfy you, but I will continue to work hard to make myself the most suitable person for Fu Yuan."

"......"

In fact, Fu's mother doesn't care about issues such as "who will take care of you if you don't have children", because she herself has no plans to ask her son to take care of her.

She and Fu's father can take care of each other, and when they get old, they can hire a nurse if they need it. If she really becomes embarrassed, she doesn't want her son to see it, so why talk about other things.

What she is really worried about is what Song Qingxu mentioned just now—Mom Fu is afraid that her son will be cheated. Same-sex love cannot be restrained by marriage in China, nor can it be stabilized by children. The risk is relatively high much.

Once one party is just playing for fun, the one who is sincere will suffer unspeakable pain.

Fu's mother could see that her son really liked him, so she had to make sure that Song Qingxu did the same.

Otherwise, how can I feel at ease.

Neither mother Fu nor father Fu has the obsession with "carrying on the family line". It doesn't matter whether the son has children or not. Since it is impossible to have children now, then let's not have them.

And if the relationship really needs a marriage certificate and a child to constrain it, then you have to carefully weigh the sincerity in it.

The red book with the "marriage certificate" printed on it is of course important, it is a kind of proof of dedication, mutual recognition, and desire to spend a lifetime together, it is "Ming".

But they can't have the red book, but it's enough to have this feeling.

Besides, whether you can go on forever depends not only on love, but also on suitability.Since they are willing to change for each other, that would be great.

Mother Fu has nothing to say, she has already guaranteed everything she wants to confirm.

She smiled gently: "I believe in you, and I also believe in my son's vision of people, and the days to come will naturally prove everything."

Fu Yuan pricked up his ears in the kitchen, annoyed that he didn't have a pair of smooth ears.The two people's voices were not loud at all, and after being covered by the noise of the water washing, they could hardly hear anything.

While secretly anxious, warm and strong arms were suddenly wrapped around his waist, and the person behind him rubbed him childishly before letting him go.

"How is it?" Fu Yuan glanced back at the kitchen door and asked in a low voice.

Song Qingxu joyfully grabbed his foam-stained hands, washed them under the water, then pushed him aside, rolled up his sleeves and left.

"You still don't trust your boyfriend? Of course it went well!"

Fu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, of course he knew that Fu's mother was not a troublemaker, but the matter involved him, and he couldn't guarantee that her mother would not treat Song Qingxu as a stinky boy who abducted her son.

He leaned against the edge of the marble counter with his arms folded, smiling as he watched his boyfriend wash the dishes vigorously.

Seeing that the clean dishes were piled up little by little, Fu Yuan put them neatly in the cabinet, chatting and joking with Song Qingxu from time to time, both of them relaxed.

This is what Fu's mother saw at the kitchen door.She stared blankly at the two people who would be bubbling with happiness, then turned silently and went back to the bedroom.

Let the children decide for themselves.

The smile on Fu Yuan's face could not be maintained for long.After the two of them cleaned up the dishes and went back to the bedroom, Song Qingxu went to announce the good news to his sister and mother. When Fu Yuan remembered that it was his turn to meet his parents, he started to bald.

In fact, the luggage is almost packed, and the two of them will return together tomorrow.

He sat in front of the table staring at the pen holder in a daze, his small face wrinkled into a ball, and he couldn't help but want to shake his legs.

Fu Yuan's fingers tapped on the table, from fast to slow and then from slow to fast again, like a child's barometer of mood, erratic.

Although Song Qingxu had been telling him that Father Song and Mother Song would be very satisfied with him, Fu Yuan didn't think so.

Song Qingxu won the favor from them as his son, not Fu Yuan himself.

Such goodwill is easy to get and even easier to lose.

In the past few days, the search records on the browser on his mobile phone and the major question-and-answer software are all "I want to meet my boyfriend's parents, what should I pay attention to?"

But fortunately, although Papa Song was also at home, it seemed that there was an extra person under pressure, but at the same time, there was an extra Song Qingnuo in the friendly camp.

...Fu Yuan felt like an ugly daughter-in-law seeing her in-laws.

"Are you worried?"

Song Qingxu turned off the screen of the mobile phone and teased him deliberately: "Are you afraid that my father will let you copy three hundred Tang poems?"

Fu Yuan stared at him helplessly.

"Don't worry," Song Qingxu hugged him from behind, and assured him: "If you are really fined, I will still have a boyfriend, and I will definitely get full marks for the copying business, and you will be satisfied."

Fu Yuan couldn't hold back his laughter, and when he interrupted him, his nervousness did dissipate a little.

In the evening, Song Qingxu naturally went back to the hotel to sleep honestly, and Fu Yuan drove him to the hotel gate on a small electric donkey.

Seeing that the security uncle who was coughing in the morning was not in the parking lot, the two took advantage of the gap to say goodbye for a while.

After watching her boyfriend enter the elevator, Fu Yuan looked away, turned the car around and went home.

Fu Yuan just unlocked the door and entered the door full of joy, when he saw Fu's mother in neat pajamas, standing in the porch with a serious expression, waiting for him.

"Mom?" Fu Yuan didn't know what was going on with his mother, so he asked cautiously.

Seeing him looking like a frightened rabbit, Fu's mother was both angry and funny, and explained directly and neatly: "Xiao Song is not bad, you cherish it. When you go to someone's house tomorrow, remember to be polite and pay more attention. It's always right. "

He was just about to say "Of course", when Fu's mother added the next sentence.

"But normal behavior is enough. Mom has confidence in you."

"Yes!"

Fu Yuan smiled happily, and saluted his mother: "Got it!"