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"I know you will wait for me, so I leave the house to you, I leave the keys to you, I didn't take anything away, I bet you won't leave." Zheng Yuming looked up at him with red eyes , "I won the bet."

Liu Qijun just smiled and called him affectionately: "Sly fellow."

Zheng Yuming walked over, hugged his waist from behind, put his face on his back, and whispered: "Liu Qijun, I am also selfish, I'm sorry."

"Forgive you." Liu Qijun smiled, "Just come back."

Zheng Yuming didn't speak, just leaning against him like this.

Actually, there was one more thing he didn't say.

He once met Liu Qijun in the United States.

It was about September last year. Once he went to work at the place where he was working at the time. When he went to the office, he remembered that a design drawing had been left at home, so he drove back to get it.When he got home and found that his parents were not there, he was a little puzzled, because he remembered that his parents had no other activities that day, so they should not go out.Maybe he was out for a walk, he thought, and left with the blueprints.

After walking not far, he was blocked by traffic. He looked out of the window out of boredom, only to find that his parents were sitting in the coffee shop next to him.Just when he was wondering how his parents went to the coffee shop for a date, he saw a familiar figure walking quickly in front of him.

He thought he was wrong, so he followed the figure and looked over. The other person entered the coffee shop, and after a while, he appeared in front of his parents.

When Zheng Yuming saw his face clearly, he was instantly stunned.

It turned out to be Liu Qijun.

He saw the other party greeted his parents familiarly, sat down to chat, with a natural and gentle expression, and his parents kept chatting with him with a smile.

Zheng Yuming only felt that his world was instantly overturned, and he was dizzy.

He gave up Liu Qijun for his parents, but who will tell him why the parents who forced him to break up with Liu Qijun are now sitting and chatting with his ex-boyfriend in peace?

Under the urging of his colleagues, he hurried to the company, but the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger.

When I got home that night, my parents didn't mention anything about the coffee shop, but asked him about his work in a very normal way, and also talked about his plans to go camping this weekend.

With a calm expression, it was obviously not the first time he had lied to him like this.

So he observed secretly, only to find that it hadn't happened for the second time in a month.

Later, he found that one day every month, his parents were a little restless and wanted to avoid seeing someone. He followed him twice and found out that it was to meet Liu Qijun.Sometimes they are outside, sometimes they are at home—when they are there, they will go outside, and when they are not, they will occasionally meet at home.

As long as Zheng Yuming thinks that Liu Qijun has appeared in his home, he will be very excited, but because of his parents' concealment, he has to suppress his joy, sit where Liu Qijun sat when no one is there, and think quietly. with him.

Every time Liu Qijun comes, there will be a little change in the family.

My mother gradually began to like outdoor activities, camping or traveling, and her personality became more and more cheerful. When she was in a good mood, she would hum music and dance at home. Father's paintings would occasionally have very amazing works. They intentionally or unintentionally left themselves for activities It seems that they have deliberately learned to rely on each other, proving that even if they are gone, they can still take care of themselves.

Zheng Yuming only needs to think a little bit about that kind of care and change without showing any traces, and he will know whose handwriting it is.He knows how stubborn his parents are. If there is no interference from others, they may really repeat the same old ways and be childish forever.

He has experienced that kind of change, gentle, calm, warm, and convincing, which invades your world little by little, affects you, and changes you, until one day you suddenly realize that you are no longer It turns out that you have changed too much, and you are nostalgic for those changes, unwilling to let go.

Liu Qijun worked hard in places he didn't know, so he was extremely grateful and moved.

He knew that he would eventually return to that person, return to that tender embrace, and never leave again.

So he quietly accepted these changes, accepted the estrangement from his parents again, and calmed down in those days of anxiously waiting for the email reply, wrote the email seriously, told the other party what he said, and was ready to take the bus back home at any time flight.

He doesn't blame his parents, because he knows them well, and he doesn't blame himself, because he knows that he is selfish, and he doesn't blame Liu Qijun, because he understands the feeling of wanting to be together regardless of everything.He is extremely eager to return to Liu Qijun's side, even his parents can't stop this attachment.He virtually gave up the opportunity to accompany his parents for the rest of his life, and let his parents live without their son in the second half of their lives. He felt guilty, but he wanted to stay with Liu Qijun more.

Sometimes he couldn't help thinking that if his parents were tired one day and wanted to stop and rest, let them go back to China.

It must be a happy thing to live in the same community with Liu Qijun's parents, and the family often walks around.

"What are you thinking?" Liu Qijun asked him.

"I want to buy a house." Zheng Yuming said, "Qi Jun, can we buy a house near your parents' house? If my parents come over in the future, let them live there. It's better to be closer to your house."

Liu Qijun's heart moved, and his eyes softened: "Okay, let's go to see the house together another day, and you will design it?"

"Ah."

The dinner was very sumptuous, but they slept for too long and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so they sat on the sofa and watched a movie together.

Liu Qijun bought a lot of DVDs, some new and some old, and the two picked and put them at will, watching movies while drinking, chatting together, there was no logic, talking about whatever came to mind, until both of them were sleepy, and gradually fell asleep.

The two didn't get up until noon the next day. Liu Qijun had already greeted the people in the company to ask for leave this week, so he spent time at home with peace of mind.

He was too lazy to cook, so he called his mother and said he wanted to go home for dinner, and took Zheng Yuming back by the way.

Aunt Liu was so excited that her voice was high-pitched: "Is Yu Ming back?"

"Well, I came back yesterday, I asked him to tell you." Liu Qijun handed him the phone, and kissed him on his body.

Zheng Yuming answered the phone while avoiding his kiss: "Auntie, it's me."

"Oh, Yu Ming, you're finally back." Aunt Liu complained with a smile, "Tell me about you, you have stayed in the United States for so long, and you don't know how to call us, afraid that I will scold you again?"

Zheng Yuming turned his head and glanced at Liu Qijun, not knowing how he lied to his family, so he followed Aunt Liu's words and apologized: "I'm sorry, auntie, it's my fault."

"Okay, okay, just come back." Aunt Liu smiled, "Come over together later, I'll cook something delicious for you."

"Okay, thank you Auntie."

"Why are you being polite, don't worry, let's eat later."

After putting down the phone, Zheng Yuming pushed Liu Qijun away: "Stop making trouble, get up, change clothes and go out."

"It's still early, didn't my mother tell us to go there later?" Liu Qijun came up again, squinting and smiling, "Since it's still early, let's not waste it."

After speaking, he got into the quilt and covered his body.

"Hey..." Zheng Yuming's protest was not threatening, and soon his breathing became chaotic.

Zheng Yuming was sitting sleepily in the passenger seat, while someone was driving the car with vigor.

"What time is it?" Zheng Yuming asked.

"It's almost one o'clock." Liu Qijun smiled at him, "Hey, are you going to look like this when you get home? My mother thought I ate you."

"Aren't you?" Zheng Yuming complained angrily, straightened his body, and tried to make himself more energetic.

"Haha, okay, I miss you so much, I can't help it." Liu Qijun acted coquettishly at him, and said rascally, "It's been a year and a half since we separated, and we have to make it up slowly."

Zheng Yuming's face became hot, and he gave him a look, not daring to speak again.

When we arrived at home, the food had just been prepared, and Aunt Liu was serving the last dish. Uncle Liu was in charge of serving the dishes, and welcomed them into the door with a smile on his face: "Come in quickly, just in time for dinner."

"Uncle, long time no see." Zheng Yuming was a little embarrassed, and greeted him a little awkwardly.

"Yes, Xiao Zheng, you haven't been here for a long time." Uncle Liu patted him on the shoulder, "Come and accompany us often in the future, so that your aunt won't keep talking."

"Don't think I can't hear you, think I'm nagging?" Aunt Liu came out with the dishes, gave her husband a hard look, and immediately looked at Zheng Yuming with a smile, "Come in, Yuming, what are you doing standing at the door."

"Hello, Auntie." Zheng Yuming greeted, a little embarrassed, the last time I saw Aunt Liu, I was too embarrassed.

The family sat down, Aunt Liu looked him up and down, and said affectionately: "Finally, you have some meat. Last time I saw you were so skinny, I felt so sorry for you. Today I specially cooked a table of dishes. Come, eat more. "

After speaking, he took the initiative to pick up a bowl of food for him.

"Thank you, Auntie." Zheng Yuming was grateful in his heart, and could only eat in silence, answering their questions.

They asked about his life in the United States, about his work, about his parents' trips... Zheng Yuming turned his head and glanced at Liu Qijun, who mouthed and explained: "Mail."

Yes, he wrote his recent situation in the email, of course Liu Qijun can relay it to others.

He was a little annoyed that Liu Qijun, a cunning guy, used all his wit and energy on his ideas, and he really refused to take any losses.

He said over and over again: "I'm back... I'm not leaving... I'm going back to work in the original company... I'm really not leaving..."

The two elders of the Liu family felt relieved and urged him to eat more.

"Auntie, you can eat too..." He brought some food to Aunt Liu.

"What's your name aunt?" Aunt Liu cast a reproachful glance at him, "Like my little gentleman, call me mom."

Zheng Yuming blushed, looked around, and found that everyone was staring at him expectantly, so he called out softly: "Mom."

"Hey, that's right." Aunt Liu smiled brightly.

Liu Qijun on the side was also full of smiles, not forgetting to tease him: "And our dad."

Zheng Yuming glared at him secretly, coughed dryly, and looked at the smiling Uncle Liu: "Dad."

Uncle Liu nodded in satisfaction: "Well, I'm sensible."

Liu Qijun pulled Zheng Yuming to stand up, raised his glass to toast to his parents: "Dad, Mom, Yuming and I toast you two, we will be a family from now on. I know you are worried about us being apart for a year and a half Yes, we are here to apologize to you, please bear with us."

Zheng Yuming also raised his glass: "Dad, Mom, I made you sad before, I... thank you for understanding me..."

Aunt Liu interrupted him: "Why are you being polite, just come back."

Uncle Liu also stood up and toasted: "I wish you happiness."

Clink glasses and drink it all down.

Zheng Yuming has never felt so happy, this happiness is so real, as long as he opens his eyes, he can see his dream life.

He knows that being with Liu Qijun can gain all this, but he still feels how lucky he is to be able to really hold this happiness in his hands.

He stayed here at night.

Liu Qijun took him into the bedroom, faced the photo on the wall, and asked him with a smile: "I heard you drew a picture for me?"

Zheng Yuming was surprised: "Who told you?"

"That foreign doctor who came to China on a business trip." Liu Qijun leaned over and hugged him, smiling very proudly, "He said he recognized me at a glance, and said, is your painting very realistic?"

Zheng Yuming couldn't see his flustered look, but was bewitched by the satisfaction in his eyes, pursed his lips and nodded with a smile.

"Did you bring it back? Can you hang it in our house?"

"Okay." Zheng Yuming responded, and said, "Shall we take a group photo? Hang it in the bedroom."

"Okay, wedding photos."

"……roll."