best day

A table of steaming delicious meals, Moutai is slowly poured into the cup, the aroma is overflowing.

This scene that should have made people's index finger move, but the atmosphere can only be described in one word: embarrassing.

Dewey looked anxiously at his brother, at his father, and at Zheng Luolai, his mind was completely confused, and suddenly he stretched out his chopsticks and said, "Then I'll eat first."

But before the meat was caught on the chopsticks, Du Qisheng interrupted him blankly: "The guests haven't arrived yet."

"Ah, who is it?" Dewey was confused, seeing that there were only so many people in the Hongmen Banquet.

Zheng Luolai was not as careless as he was. From the moment he entered the door, he knew that grandpa would show up today.

Then, is it Xingshi who asks the crime, and then dies without contact with each other?

Or pretend to have a good talk in detail, and then go back secretly to make waves?

Just thinking about it, the doorbell of Du's house rang.

Dewey ran over to open it like an electric shock, and sure enough, Zheng Songyan was standing at the door, leaning on crutches, and suddenly forced a smile: "Grandpa Zheng, why are you here? What a coincidence, hahahaha!"

"Dewey! Shut up!" Du Qisheng scolded his youngest son, and then stood beside him with a smile: "Come in, please."

All the people came out of the restaurant, saying New Year's greetings, as if they were really good relatives.

Among them, Jiang Yushang was the most enthusiastic, she wrapped Zheng Songyan's hand and smiled: "I said I was going to see you today, but later Du Yi said that you were coming as a guest, it's cold outside, I made chicken soup for you."

Zheng Songyan bent his old but still sharp eyes: "How can I not come, I have to see my great-grandson."

Jiang Yushang said: "You can't see it, do it quickly, and I'll pour tea."

The two of them made out as if they were blood relatives, but Zheng Luolai stood beside him coldly like an outsider.

Dewey broke out in a cold sweat, and secretly tugged his sleeves.

Zheng Luolai said leisurely: "Grandpa, long time no see."

"It's been a long time, and you probably want to see each other again. Don't worry, my old bones won't last a few years." Zheng Songyan still had a smile on his face, turned around and said to Du Qisheng: "It's rare for you to be free. "

Du Qisheng replied flatly: "No matter how busy you are at work, you have to take care of the housework first."

The air was so tense that it was almost on the verge of breaking out, Bai Xia hurriedly said, "Since we're all here, let's serve dinner, so that the dishes don't get cold."

Zheng Luolai was about to enter the restaurant when he heard the sound, but the old man suddenly patted him on the shoulder.

Zheng Songyan said: "Grandpa will accompany you for a drink today."

——It's really annoying.

Dewey stared at the food in front of him, he really had no appetite.

He really couldn't stand the oppressive environment where everyone didn't say much, so he suddenly slapped his chopsticks on the table and said, "What are you talking about, just say what you want, you want us to break up as soon as possible? Just tell you! No! Yes! Yes! So don’t waste so much time, it’s boring!”

Zheng Luolai knew that this group of people would definitely not take hard and soft, so he immediately held Dewey's hand.

Zheng Songyan smiled: "Your temper still hasn't changed, it's just a regular meal, why do you start arguing while eating?"

Dewey snorted, and Du Yi looked at his younger brother quietly.

In the end, it was Du Qisheng who broke the deadlock: "No matter what parents do, they are all to protect you. Your thinking is too simple."

"Protect me? How can you protect me to be perfect? ​​If it weren't for my master, if it weren't for him... I would have... Where were you at that time? On the contrary, I was finally happy and came to me again I'm not happy." Dewey mentioned that Fang Yu was a little sad, but he seemed full of confidence: "I tell you, it's useless to say anything now, I figured it out, everything is fate, and there is no need for anyone to worry about it."

Du Yi, who never said anything, said unexpectedly: "Dad, forget it."

Du Qisheng stared at Dewey sadly, paused for a while and said: "You can choose your way of life. Dad has never forced you to plan any future. He only wants you to be happy, but your happiness cannot be sacrificed for your family's reputation. cost."

These words are very simple, but it made Dewey feel the chill in his bones: "What do you mean?"

Du Qisheng said: "Don't mention your relationship with anyone."

Dewey stared blankly at his father. He had never been so eager to know his inner opinion of himself. He felt that they were strangers between father and son, but at this moment, Dewey clearly saw a trace of helplessness in his father's eyes. Connivance and secret shame.

The joy of reconciling with Zheng Luolai was instantly crushed by the serious reality.

Yes, Dewey has always considered whether he likes it or not, not whether it is heterogeneous or not.

His face was ashen, and he looked down at his rice bowl: "Is it embarrassing for you?"

Zheng Luolai, who didn't want to start a confrontation, suddenly said: "Uncle, each of us has our own freedom. You can't plan the future for Dewey, which means that you can neither plan big events nor small ones. I respect you very much." , I am willing to fulfill your wishes for Dewey, but this is not possible, as long as Dewey is not willing to live secretly, then I will tell the whole world that I love him, sorry."

After speaking, he grabbed Dewey's arm and stood up, "Let's go."

Dewey was about to cry, but he was stunned when he saw this, and suddenly he dropped his chopsticks and said, "Dad, I can't do it, I hate you."

Then he followed Zheng Luolai and went out with the bag.

Bai Xia calmly sat at the table and filled Jiang Yushang with soup: "Xiao Yu, drink more of this."

"I still want to drink! Drink!" Du Qisheng angrily slapped the table hard.

He's not used to beaming, but he's fed up with people whispering that he has a very bad gay son, and he doesn't want competitors and superiors to use this as a ridiculous and stupid excuse to take the opportunity to wipe out his other efforts.

But Bai Xia, who always followed her husband, was indifferent: "Then why don't you eat? You got mad at him, so why are you chasing him back?"

Zheng Songyan smiled kindly, and ate slowly, not knowing what to think.

——"Hey... Did I mess up something again?" Dewey strolled in the mall awkwardly, pinching the drink can in his hand to change its shape.

Zheng Luolai wanted him to buy something to relax, but this guy was struggling all the time.

After a while, Ermeng sighed again: "I didn't do it on purpose, I was too excited, I was wrong."

Zheng Luolai smiled: "It doesn't matter, I don't care what they think."

Dewey said, "But I care."

——He really cared a little too much, and was too afraid that the people around him would hurt Zheng Luolai like before, so every time he was approached by his relatives, he first erected his defensive thorns.

Zheng Luolai reached out and ruffled Ermeng's short hair: "Don't you realize that they won't do anything to you?"

"Don't talk about it!" Dewey suddenly stopped: "I ask you, are you serious about what you said just now?"

Zheng Luolai knowingly asked, "What are you talking about?"

Dewey stammered: "That's, that's what you told my dad about..."

Zheng Luolai found it funny: "Which one? I forgot."

Just when Dewey was about to jump up and grab him by the neck, a soft greeting came from not far from the two of them: "Mr. Zheng, hello."

Ermeng turned her head in surprise, only to see a thin girl smiling at them.

Zheng Luolai's face turned pale as if he had seen a ghost.