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In the afternoon, Xia Yu learned from the teacher why his father came here.

The school where his father works has always had a good relationship with their school, and there are frequent academic exchanges and cooperation, and this time it is the same. The two schools decided to co-organize a cultural and art festival, so his father, as one of the representatives of Jiang University, came to participate in the seminar.

"Teacher, how many days will the seminar last?" Xia Yu asked.

The teacher said: "Three to five days, I can't say for sure, this time it will be relatively large, and it is estimated that the higher-ups will send people over. It seems that there is still research or something. It depends on the situation."

Xia Yu nodded: "Okay, thank you teacher."

After getting the desired answer, Xia Yu didn't ask any more questions.

After that, he went to class normally and participated in basketball club activities normally, but he would glance at his phone from time to time, as if he was worried, or as if he was waiting for someone's call.

But three days later, the string of familiar numbers did not ring.

In the past three days, they also looked at each other and passed each other several times on campus, but the other party did not come to him, nor did they call him over. It deepened, and the expression became more serious, but unexpectedly, they spent three days in peace on the same campus.

Another night, Zhou Ding entered Xia Yu's dormitory as usual.

As soon as he entered the door, he asked, "Did your dad see you today?" He basically asked this question once a day.

Xia Yu shook her head slightly: "No."

"That's probably purely for work."

Xia Yu didn't think so: "I think he is waiting for me to take the initiative to find him."

He still knew his father's temper well.

For his father, whoever speaks first will bow his head, and for the so-called face, even if he feels that he has spoken too much, he will still put on a condescending attitude, waiting for others to take the initiative to follow He bowed his head and admitted his mistake.

It's always been like this at home.

They are always the only ones who take the initiative to admit their mistakes, and he won't even lower his head.

"That's good too, nothing will happen if we don't meet."

Xia Yu said again, "Let's not talk about him, what are your plans next? Have you set a departure time for Shanghai? I will organize sketching in class next week, and I will go out for about five or six days. Maybe I will go to Shanghai with you The time is staggered."

Zhou Ding locked the door, approached and asked, "Where are you going to sketch?"

"Wuzhen."

"That's not far."

Zhou Ding said, "We should go to Shanghai two days in advance. The coach said that he had an appointment with a basketball team from another province for a training camp."

"That will definitely not catch up."

"fine."

Zhou Ding glanced at Xia Yu's computer desktop, "What are you doing?"

"Studying the live broadcast."

Xia Yu clicked the mouse, "Many painters I follow have started live broadcasts, so I thought I could try it, so that I can draw what I like and earn a little extra money."

Zhou Ding asked: "Are you short of money?"

Xia Yu shook her head: "No, I just think that there might be more paths."

He smiled at Zhou Ding, "Who would think there are too many ways to make money?"

Zhou Ding took off his coat and lay down comfortably on the bed: "Tell me when you start broadcasting."

"Ok?"

Zhou Ding turned his head sideways, and looked at Xia Yu for two seconds: "I'll smash the plane for you, and be number one on your list."

As soon as Zhou Ding finished speaking, Xia Yu smiled and leaned over.

The two stuck together and kissed a long kiss.

A few days later, Xia Yu got on the bus to Wuzhen.

They have been to Wuzhen several times, but as a representative place of ancient water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, almost every time they draw paintings related to the customs of the south of the Yangtze River, they will come here to take pictures from life.

This time, whether it was the team leader, the sketch arrangement, or even the hotel where I stayed, it was the same as before.

No surprises, but at least it's more free and fun than staying in the classroom.

Xia Yu put on a mask, quietly hugged the painting utensils, found a clean place within the range designated by the teacher, and sat alone to draw.

After sitting down for a while, the phone vibrated.

【Zhou Ding: Are you there yet? 】

[Xia Yu: Here we are. 】

【Zhou Ding: I'm leaving too. I'll go to Shanghai in the afternoon, and I'll train with the Nancheng team tomorrow morning. 】

[Xia Yu: Alright, pack your things, don't forget. 】

【Zhou Ding: I know. 】

[Zhou Ding: Teacher Xia. 】

[Xia Yu: Huh? 】

[Zhou Ding: Is it convenient to answer the phone now? 】

[Xia Yu: Convenient. 】

As soon as he finished talking, he heard footsteps behind him.

Xia Yu looked back, his expression changed instantly, he quickly pressed the phone call from Zhou Ding, and replied on WeChat [the teacher is looking for me, I will contact you later], and then put the phone back in his pocket.

Then he stood up and looked at the person coming.

While feeling restless in my heart, I also felt like my boots had finally landed on the ground.

——He and his father finally met.

"Professor Xia, this is my most proud student, Xia Yu."

The teacher came over with a smile and patted Xia Yu on the shoulder, "I showed you his work before, and you praised him. Xia Yu, this is Professor Xia Yuanhang Xia, please say hello."

Xia Yu nodded at Xia Yuanhang with a slightly stiff face: "Hi, Professor."

Xia Yuanhang glanced at him: "Hello."

He then said to Xia Yu's leading teacher, "I want to talk to him, teacher, go get busy first."

After the teacher left, only the two of them were left on the slightly empty riverside.

The students are all far away, and it is estimated that they can only be heard by shouting.

Xia Yu stood straight, while Xia Yuanhang put his hands behind his back.

Both of them looked at each other, but neither spoke.

The wind blew past his cheeks, Xia Yu's nose moved slightly, and he smelled a faint earthy smell.

Like the smell before the storm.

"Why did you come here?" After waiting for a while, he was the first to speak.

Xia Yuanhang looked at him with a sullen face: "I don't know if he is called Dad?"

Xia Yu: "..."

It was obviously a very normal title, but it still made him feel a silent suffocation when he was specifically named at this time.

The identity of his father is a mountain on his head, and it is also a sharp sword that Xia Yuanhang has been holding tightly in his hand.

"Dad." He called again.

Xia Yuanhang still had his hands behind his back, he was wearing a black tunic suit, his hair was combed back, the deep nasolabial folds on his face and the slightly lowered corners of his lips made him look calm and majestic, stern and unapproachable: "Before Why don't you come and find me when you see me?"

Xia Yu lowered her eyes slightly: "You are working."

"I didn't see you coming to ask me when I wasn't working!"

Xia Yuanhang's chest rose and fell, "Won't you come to me if I don't look for you?!"

Xia Yu lowered her head and said nothing.

He thought that his father hadn't looked for him before, probably because he was accumulating anger, and now he couldn't hold it anymore, so he came to look for him specially.

Xia Yuanhang glared at him, and sneered: "I knew it! Now that your wings are so stiff that you won't even go home, you won't listen to what we say, and you still speak like that when your mother calls you. Why, we I owe you? It depends on your face begging you?"

Xia Yu's expression remained unchanged: "Dad, keep your voice down, it's not good to be heard."

"You think I want to talk about you here?!"

Xia Yuanhang took a deep breath, "I told you that you would come over? The phone hung up so neatly, and you didn't see me when you saw me at school. I think you are really angry right now!"

"Dad, tell me what you have to say."

Xia Yu raised her head and said softly, "You're busy, and I'm busy too."

After finishing speaking, he watched his father's face and neck swell up at the same time, and his eyes widened, as if he wanted to eat him raw.

If it wasn't for someone in the distance, it would be discovered if there was too much movement, he thought, a slap would probably be indispensable.

Xia Yuanhang's heart was raging with anger, he forcibly restrained his emotions, and stared at Xia Yu in shock and anger: "Are you annoyed by me?!"

Xia Yu said in a calm voice, "I just don't think the current occasion is suitable for talking about it."

Without waiting for his father to speak, he said quickly, "Dad, if you came to talk to me about your boyfriend, then my answer is no, I am not acting with him, I like him, and he also Like me, I won't break up with him if you say anything, I'm gay, always have been. If you want to talk about going home, you heard it on the last call, I think the best solution is that we both Everyone take a step back, don't mention love and marriage, even if it is over, we will continue to live as before, otherwise I will not go back no matter what you say. If you are not angry with my attitude, then I will tell you Apologies, I'm sorry, but I won't listen to you, everything I do now is what I want to do, and I don't want to change."

After finishing speaking, he paused, "Dad, do you have anything else to say?"

Looking at the son in front of him, Xia Yuanhang felt that he had been hit hard on the back of the head with a stick, and while he was shocked, the fire in his heart became more and more intense.

He was so angry that he took two steps back, gasping for breath, with blue veins on his forehead, his temples were twitching, his eyes were wider than before, as if he couldn't believe that his son was talking to him with such an attitude !

But the person in front of him is his son!

It was the son who never dared to say a word when he got angry!

His authority and dignity as a father were challenged, Xia Yuanhang gritted his teeth, and almost exhausted all his rationality to restrain the urge to raise his hand.

He kept taking deep breaths, but he still couldn't relieve the feeling of tightness in his chest and swelling in his head. He wanted to scold and teach Xia Yu the same way as before, but he was looking at the people in the distance, so he could only forcefully hold back the congestion. Anger in the heart.

This suffocation made him uncomfortable, and his chest seemed to explode.

He raised his finger and pointed at Xia Yu, his lips trembled, and his eyes seemed to burst into flames: "What's your attitude? Do you still see me as a father?!"

He took a step forward and tapped Xia Yu's shoulder with his fingers, "I just said a few words to you, and you were bombarded with bullets. I raised you so much and I can't say no to you? I don't think you just hate me." , you wish I could die right now? Do you think this old thing is in your way? Can you wish I could kick my legs quickly?!"

"No, I just think it reduces pointless conversations."

Xia Yu's eyes drooped slightly, and her voice was calm, "Every time it's a very simple matter, you ask me and I can finish it in just a few words, but you always have to get angry first, scolding me for a long time, wishing to put me to death. Cursed until I cried and knelt down to listen to you."

"I think it's a waste of time and unnecessary."

"And you have a bad liver because you keep getting angry, but most of the time it's just a trivial matter. It's you who keep talking and talking, insisting that you can get angry."

"It's the same now, I just hope you can talk about something, after all, this occasion is not convenient, and it's not suitable for talking too much, but you're already so angry that I want you to die, but I don't have this at all mean."

Xia Yu lightly brushed away the finger that poked her shoulder, and said in a very soft voice: "Dad, I hope you can calm down, getting angry really can't solve any problems, and it will hurt your body."

Xia Yuanhang was speechless and just stared at his son gasping for breath.

Xia Yu looked at him at first, waiting quietly for him to speak, but soon realized that something was wrong, because his father looked out of breath, covered his head with one hand, and his face was tightly wrinkled. It looked very painful.

Xia Yu frowned, and quickly reached out to help him: "Dad?"

As soon as the hands were put on, the father suddenly fell backwards!

"Dad!" Xia Yu was startled, and quickly grabbed him.

But he couldn't hold it for a while, so he could only adjust his posture and hug his father's upper body, kneeling on the ground along with his falling force.

He let his father lean in his arms, then immediately took out his mobile phone and called the emergency number!

That afternoon, Xia's mother and sister-in-law rushed to the hospital.

At first glance, they came in a hurry, and both of them were still wearing house slippers.

"what's up?"

Mother Xia looked at her husband who had all kinds of tubes inserted into the bed and his head was still wrapped in thick gauze, with an anxious and helpless expression, "Why did your father suddenly have a cerebral hemorrhage when he was fine? Did he not take antihypertensive medicine? I asked He brought it! I remind him to eat every day! Did you make him angry? Ah? Did you quarrel with him again?"

Xia Yu lowered her eyes and hummed.

"You still 'hmm'!"

Mother Xia's eyes widened, and she was so angry that she slapped Xia Yu on the back twice, but she didn't dare to speak loudly, so she could only say angrily, "Don't you know that your father is not in good health? I let you Don't quarrel with him, don't quarrel with him, look now! Brain hemorrhage! Are you happy now?!"

Xia Yu lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I'm not happy."

"You said it!"

Xia Yu closed her mouth and didn't say anything more.

He pursed his lips, got up and gave up the position beside the hospital bed to his mother, then stood at the end of the bed, looking at the person lying on the bed.

He didn't expect that he would actually piss his father off with a cerebral hemorrhage.

In Sanya, the quarrel was so intense, and my father’s voice was so loud that he seemed to want to knock off the roof of the house, and it didn’t matter at all. This time, after hearing a few words from him, he was so angry that his blood pressure soared, a cerebral blood vessel ruptured, and he fell down.

Fortunately, he was sent to the doctor in time, and the operation was done in time. The doctor said that it was not very serious. As for whether there will be sequelae, we have to wait until he wakes up.

Thinking of this, Xia Yu took a deep breath.

Knowing that he is not in good health.

Knowing that it is best not to meet.

I knew I shouldn't argue with him.

but……

but……

A hand patted his shoulder lightly, Xia Yu turned her head: "Sister-in-law."

Zhao Peilu nodded at him: "You didn't do it on purpose, don't blame yourself too much."

Xia Yu's chest was tight and panicked, he was extremely hesitant at the moment, not knowing what to do.

The doctor said that his father's condition was fine this time, not particularly dangerous, but there must be no next time, and he said that he must be calmed down so that he would not have too much emotional fluctuations.

But the difficulty is this peace of mind.

Xia Yu felt that as long as his father saw him, he would not be able to calm down unless...

He bowed his head to admit his mistake, listened to his father's words and stopped being gay, and fell in love with girls, then got married and had children, and became a "normal" person.

But he absolutely can't do this.

Any one of these could drive him crazy.

At this time, the mobile phone in his pocket vibrated, and he took it out to look at it.

[Zhou Ding: The teacher finished chatting with you? 】

[Xia Yu: Well, the chat is over. 】

[Zhou Ding: Are you free and active now? 】

[Xia Yu: No, I'm discussing the cultural festival with my teacher. I have to draw a few works, and I'm still busy. 】

【Zhou Ding: Well, I have arrived in Shanghai. I just put away my things and am going to visit the training ground.The training camp will start tomorrow, and I can’t bring my mobile phone during training, so I will send you messages before and after the training starts. 】

[Xia Yu: Alright, I see. 】

"Who are you messaging?"

Xia Yu looked up at her mother, and put the phone back in her pocket: "Mom, let me tell you about Dad's situation."

In the next few days, whenever Zhou Ding was mentioned, Xia Yu would change the subject.

He neither denied nor admitted, he prevaricated if he could, and found an excuse to go downstairs to buy things if he couldn't. Even though his mother begged him to lie to his father, he still didn't nod.

Father has not been fully awake these days.

He opened his eyes on the third day after the operation and became conscious, but every time he was groggy, and fell asleep again not long after waking up.

Every time he woke up, Xia Yu would hide outside the door.

After too many times, he simply sat outside the door, and he would only go in unless his mother called him.

"Why don't you go back to school first, as long as I and your mother are here." Zhao Peilu took a cup of sesame paste and handed it to Xia Yu.

Xia Yu took it, and shook his head: "If I don't stay here, he will be unhappy, saying that I have a bad attitude, and that I don't see him in my eyes."

Zhao Peilu smiled: "You really understand him."

Xia Yu twitched the corners of her mouth, but said nothing.

"Hair should be cut."

Xia Yu raised her hand to touch the end of her hair, looked at her eyes and said, "I'll go in the afternoon."

As soon as the words fell, Mother Xia came out of the ward, waving at Xia Yu non-stop: "Hurry up, your dad is awake, he said he wants to see you."

"see me?"

Xia Yu froze for a moment, "Is...is his mood stable?"

"I looked at the instrument, it should be stable."

Xia's mother directly grabbed his arm and pulled him in, "Hurry up, hurry up, your dad is going to sleep again if you don't hurry up."

Xia Yu was staggered into the ward by her mother, and when she looked up, she met her father who was lying on the bed.

The father's head was still wrapped in gauze, and he had lost a lot of weight visible to the naked eye. The skin on his face was even more wrinkled, and his eyes had no strength at all. He was weak and old. He looked like he was 80 or [-] years old.

Xia Yu walked to the hospital bed: "Dad."

The man on the hospital bed blinked slowly at him, and his pale lips moved.

Xia Yu understood and leaned over to touch her ear.

"I give you two options."

The voice next to the ear was very low, it was breathy, and the tone was light, without emotion.

But just a few short words made Xia Yu's heart skip a beat.

"Which two options?" he asked.

"Normal people, gays, you, you choose one."

The hand hanging by his side was clenched tightly, Xia Yu didn't say a word.

"For the former, we will remain the same as before. For the latter, don't... Don't come to see me again, everyone, out of sight and out of mind, I also have a penny, and I won't leave it to you. "

Xia Yuanhang took a breath and said with great effort, "You choose yourself, choose the latter, and I'll call a lawyer over immediately to witness the will."

After finishing speaking, Xia Yuanhang closed his eyes: "Go, think for yourself, I'll give you three days. Call your mother, I'm hungry."

Mother Xia was beside her, and immediately took out the warm fish soup upon hearing this.

Xia Yu stood up straight and looked at her father silently.

He wanted to say something, but seeing the thick gauze on his father's head and his sick face, he didn't dare to say anything, for fear that his father would go into the operating room again.

He was extremely stuffy, his chest was stuffy, and his mind was stuffy too.

He opened his mouth several times and closed it several times, finally he turned around and left the ward.

This time he didn't continue to sit outside, but went across the hospital to buy a pack of cigarettes, and then stood in the corner of the hospital smoking area and smoked one after another.

While smoking, he took a deep breath, hoping that the smoke could take out the stale air in his chest.

However, the more he smoked, the tighter his chest became, and the more uncomfortable he became. In the end, he simply threw all the remaining cigarettes into the trash can, then sat by the flower bed, raised his head, and closed his eyes.

Here are all people who come to smoke, everyone has everyone's depression, and there is a middle-aged man smoking while crying.

Emotions are contagious, originally he was the only one crying, but Xia Yu heard several sobs one after another.

"My dad has lung cancer, brother, how about you? Who in your family is sick?"

"My son was burned and his skin was gone."

"My mother got into a car accident, alas, I have no money."

A man wiped away his tears and looked at Xia Yu who was sitting on the flower bed: "Little brother, what about you?"

Xia Yu didn't answer right away.

He thought in a daze, which is more serious, losing himself or losing his parents?Should he cry too?

"Hey little brother?"

Xia Yu raised her head: "My dad has a cerebral hemorrhage." "Are you paralyzed?"

Xia Yu: "No."

"That's okay, don't be afraid, take care of yourself after you leave the hospital, and you can live for many years."

Xia Yun hummed: "Thank you."

After speaking, he walked back upstairs with heavy steps.

Instead of entering the ward, he continued to sit on the stool in the corridor.

After a while, Zhao Peilu sat down beside him.

"What did your dad tell you?" she asked.

Xia Yu opened his eyes and said with a tired expression, "He asked me to make a choice."

"Oh." Zhao Peilu nodded without being surprised at all.

Seeing her reaction, Xia Yu said, "They want Xia Zhao to choose too."

Zhao Peilu nodded again.

Xia Yu pulled her lips and sneered.

Then he closed his eyes again and leaned his head against the wall behind him.

Both of them sat quietly, and no one spoke again.

Silence spread, Xia Yu yawned.

He hasn't slept well for a moment in the past few days, and the exhaustion accumulated for several days has been multiplied at this moment.

He is sleepy.

Just closing his eyes, his head involuntarily tilted to one side, and his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

His body couldn't stop slipping, and in a half-dream and half-awake state, he felt someone supporting his head.

Time ticked by, what woke Xia Yu up was the patient's painful wailing.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, only to realize that he was lying on the bench in the corridor and fell asleep.

Not caring about the stiffness and soreness all over her body, Xia Yu took out the phone from his pocket.

Today is the second day of the CUBA Round of [-]. On the first day, Long Daquan won the game. Zhou Ding excitedly sent him a long voice, and he also typed a lot of words to reply.

I don't know how the game is going today.

The game should still be in progress now, and it is estimated that we can catch up with the live broadcast for a while now.

With that in mind, he turned on his phone.

Then I saw a small red dot floating on WeChat, with 56 written in it.

Why are there so many news?

While rubbing her neck, Xia Yu clicked on WeChat.

There were quite a few people who sent him messages, including the forum moderator Ding Chunhuan who had almost no contact with him, as well as He Xinyang, Zhao Xiunan, and Wu Le. Zhou Ding didn't send any messages, but transferred 1 yuan to him from Alipay.

Xia Yu sent a question mark to Zhou Ding, and then clicked on other people's messages in order from top to bottom.

[Ding Chunhuan: Is my junior there? 】

[Ding Chunhuan: Someone posted a photo of you and Zhou Ding holding hands and hugging in the forum, I deleted it when I saw it, and banned related posts in the forum, please pay attention, I feel that someone may want to mess with you and Zhou Ding Ding, I have already applied to the school to check the posting account. 】

[Ding Chunhuan: That account was issued in the large area, and it was not registered, so the school couldn't check it. 】

[Ding Chunhuan: I called Zhou Ding, but Zhou Ding didn't answer. 】

[Ding Chunhuan: Damn, that person posted on the basketball forum again! ! ! ! 】

The hand rubbing her neck stopped, Xia Yu's heart sank suddenly!