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"I...Of course I also hope that you can accompany us." Zheng's mother said sincerely, with a gentle attitude, "But I also know that you are already so old, how can we tie you by our side?"

Zheng Yuming knelt down and looked up at her: "If I stayed in the country, wouldn't you and Dad be lonely?"

Zheng's mother raised her hand to stroke his hair, and sighed: "We are two people, how can we be lonely, if you leave your boyfriend in the country, he will be lonely, and you don't feel well."

Hearing such heartwarming words after experiencing his father's resolute attitude, Zheng Yuming was almost moved to tears: "Mom..."

"Okay, okay, don't cry for such a big person." Zheng's mother patted his head, "Get up and cook, put the noodles aside first, let's wash the vegetables."

As she said that, she stood up on crutches. Zheng Yuming quickly supported her and persuaded: "Mom, why don't you sit in a wheelchair first, you're not used to crutches yet."

"It's not that I can't walk with both legs, how can I just sit all the time? It's better to walk more."

Zheng Yuming couldn't resist her, so he half-supported her to sit on the chair, and took out the vegetables to be washed.

Dad Zheng took out all the ingredients and asked them, "How do you mix this?"

Mother Zheng held the tablet and continued to read: "Prepare the seasoning first, let me see, cooking wine, salt, vinegar, chili oil, pepper oil..."

Father Zheng took out one by one according to his wife's instructions, and listened to her steps to sprinkle seasonings into the basin.

The three of them struggled to make dumplings, one more clumsy than the other, but later they made fun of it, laughing and watching the crooked dumplings on the chopping board, one was uglier than the other, only Zheng Yuming's made dumplings barely looked like dumplings, after all Liu Qijun taught him a little bit.

With his mother's understanding, Zheng Yuming's mood, which had been depressed all day, also improved, and he felt that this matter would always be resolved, and it would be good if his father communicated slowly.

After the dumplings were boiled, half of them were broken, and they were simply used to drink soup. Fortunately, the cold dish was very refreshing, and the three of them ate very deliciously.

Dad Zheng opened a home theater, playing an old movie from the 80s as the background sound. They sat at the dining table and watched it while laughing and chatting. From movies to scenery, from exotic folk customs to local cuisine, they chatted endlessly and were very harmonious.

The three of them are people who like to travel around. They have seen all kinds of beautiful landscapes and experienced different customs. They are very speculative when talking about these, and they chatted until one o'clock in the morning without knowing it.

It was Zheng's father who noticed that his wife was a little tired, so he hurriedly decided to disperse the stall, and each went back to rest.

Zheng's mother was about to go upstairs with a cane, but Zheng's father picked her up by the waist and went straight to the bedroom.

Zheng's mother screamed and patted him on the shoulder: "What are you doing! My son is here!"

Zheng's father held her and walked forward steadily: "What are you afraid of, my family."

Mama Zheng blushed from embarrassment, and scolded in a low voice, "Don't be ashamed."

The husband laughed: "I hug my wife, why should I be embarrassed?"

Mother Zheng bit her lip and smiled, but stopped talking at the beginning.

Zheng Yuming, who was shown affection by his parents, calmly started to clean up the bowls and chopsticks—as expected, artists’ faces are measured by rice, so how can they know what it means to be reserved.

He was halfway through washing the dishes when he suddenly laughed.

He suddenly remembered that Liu Qijun had also carried him back to the bedroom. Although his posture and words were quite different, his appearance of being intimate and rascal was exactly the same as that of his father.

Thinking of the situation at that time, the roots of his ears involuntarily turned red.

After being separated for too long, not only the emotions, but even the body began to miss him.

He turned on cold water to calm himself down and wash the dishes.However, once the seedlings of longing germinated, they became more and more luxuriant uncontrollably, spreading continuously in his limbs.

When he was taking a bath, he was soaking in the bathtub, his mind was full of the image of Liu Qijun kissing and sucking against him, the other party's messy eyes and the frequency of panting seemed to spread to his eyes with the steam, making him uncontrollably stretch out his hand and plunge into the water ...

What time is it in China now?Afternoon?He wanted to hear Liu Qijun's voice like crazy... no, he was at work.Even though he told himself this, the unsatisfied sense of emptiness still made him very anxious. Zheng Yuming cursed in a low voice, stepped on the water and went out to find out his mobile phone, returned to the water, leaned his head on the edge of the bathtub, and called Liu Qijun.

The phone rang a few times, and Liu Qijun picked it up with a surprised tone: "Yu Ming?"

Zheng Yuming took a breath and did not speak.

"..." Liu Qijun was puzzled, "Yu Ming? What's wrong with you?"

There was still no response on the phone, but the suppressed panting and intermittent moaning came clearly.Liu Qijun was taken aback for a moment, then his expression changed, he stood up abruptly, and said worriedly: "Yu Ming, what's wrong with you?"

"Hmm...ha..." Zheng Yuming finally spoke, his tone was trembling and seductive, and there was a bit of dissatisfied grievance at the end.

Listening to this voice, Liu Qijun felt that the ears and cheeks that were attached to the phone had begun to heat up, and even his body began to agitate.He listened for a while with a weird expression, and finally determined that it was not his own illusion, so he couldn't help being angry and funny: "You..."

He didn't know what to say, so he quickly walked over to close the door of the office, and turned to the private bathroom in the office.

God knows, when he first saw this place, he thought it was extravagant, but now he thinks this extravagant design is amazing!

He locked the office door, lowered his voice, and asked knowingly: "Yu Ming, what are you doing?"

"I..." Zheng Yuming snorted shortly.

There was a smile in Liu Qijun's eyes, but he insisted on teasing him and inducing him: "What's wrong with you? Why are you panting so hard? Are you running?"

"Where am I going to run in the middle of the night!" Zheng Yuming cursed angrily.

"Then what are you doing?" Liu Qijun sat leisurely on the toilet seat and began to tear off his tie, but said seriously, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"..." Zheng Yuming clenched his mouth tightly, gnashing his teeth at his knowingly asking attitude.

"Yu Ming..." Liu Qijun's voice was low and gentle, "What are you doing, tell me."

Zheng Yuming snorted, as if admitting defeat, and said, "I'm thinking about you..."

"What do you miss me?" Liu Qijun raised his head slightly, feeling that the temperature of his body had begun to become abnormal.

"Miss you...want to kiss you..." Zheng Yuming murmured, probably because he didn't need to face Liu Qijun directly, but he actually said love words that he would never say in normal times, very frankly, "I miss you..."

"I miss you too, I want to kiss you, kiss your lips and shoulders..." Liu Qijun heard his sudden rapid breathing, smiled silently, and asked him, "Where are you? On the bed?"

"No, the bathroom..." Zheng Yuming paddled the water, "in the bathtub."

Liu Qijun imagined him lying naked in the bathtub, only to feel a burst of fire in his lower abdomen, burning him to the point of losing his sanity, and his voice became hoarse: "Wait for me to touch it?"

"...En." Zheng Yuming agreed, but felt shy, so he said the word very lightly, and he would miss it if he didn't pay attention.

……

This is the most peaceful and comfortable sleep that Zheng Yuming has had in a month. The mattress under his body is soft and thick, the room is quiet and quiet, the sun shines in through the curtains, and he is trapped in the quilt, feeling relaxed , didn't even dream.

At 10:40 in the morning, he finally opened his eyes lazily, rubbed his body in the bed for a while, and looked at the ceiling with half-closed eyes.

He didn't wear anything, and lay naked on the bed. Last night, he and Liu Qijun were on the phone for a long time, and he forgot how he fell asleep afterwards.He reached out to touch the glasses, and after putting them on, he found that there was a residual smell of erosion in the quilt. He immediately became embarrassed, changed into casual shirts for home use, removed the sheets and quilt covers, and threw them into the washing machine.

In order to cover it up, he also took off the sheets and quilts in his parents' room and washed them together.

Parents were probably out, so no one woke him up.The house was very quiet, and he opened all the windows for ventilation. Even though the winter wind was a bit cold, he still decided to diffuse the unobvious smell.

Called my mother and learned that they went for a walk in the park and came back in about half an hour.

Zheng Yuming lazily ran around the yard twice, played with the neighbor's pet dog for a while, and then returned home, closed the windows, and took out the dried clothes to dry.

The weather is fine today, the sky is blue without any impurities.He stood in the yard and looked up at the sky for a while, feeling his mood calmed down.

Although his father hoped that he could stay abroad, his mother respected all his decisions, so he planned to go back to China first to arrange his work. After bringing Liu Qijun back to meet his parents formally, he took care of his parents abroad for a period of time and was in contact with Liu Qijun every day. We meet once a month or two, so although we have to go to other places for a period of time, we can fulfill our filial piety and allow our parents and Liu Qijun to develop more relationships.After his parents' life is on the right track, he will return to China and continue to live with Liu Qijun.

He believes that with Liu Qijun's understanding, he will understand his decision.After a long time, parents will understand him.

The big stone on his heart suddenly became less heavy, and he felt much happier.It might not be perfect, but it was the best plan he had ever considered.

So, he returned home in a good mood, played music on his mobile phone, made a pot of fragrant coffee by himself, and prepared lunch for his family.

Halfway through the meal, the parents came back and brought a guest—Dr. Danny.

Mama Zheng walked into the house slowly with a cane. She has been practicing walking with a cane recently, and she has been able to walk smoothly for about an hour.She smiled and said to her son: "I just met Dr. Danny while walking in the park. I remember he helped you a lot in the hospital, right? So I invited him to come to our house as a guest."

y is on vacation today, wearing a dark blue down jacket with only a thin t-shirt inside.He enthusiastically waved to Zheng Yuming: "Hi Nico! Long time no see! Miss me?"

Zheng Yuming has adapted to the enthusiasm of this tall American doctor, and greeted with a smile: "Welcome."

"Ah, it hasn't changed at all, it's so cold." Danny muttered softly, shrugged his shoulders, looked at the kitchen with his head, and asked curiously, "What delicious food are you doing?"

"Chinese food." Zheng Yuming returned to the kitchen, "It's almost ready, you guys rest in the living room for a while."

Mama Zheng and Danny both sat down, and Papa Zheng poured coffee for them.