In the name of love

Xiaolan, how could this happen..."

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Sam took off the sunglasses on his face and heard the voice of the plane about to take off on the radio.

He looked at the mobile phone in his hand, and the message bar still displayed "You have no new messages", and he couldn't help but sighed in frustration.He bought this mobile phone when he came to T city, so that he could type Chinese, so that he could get in touch with his son—more precisely, the son born to his wife and ex-boyfriend, that is, his stepson.

But when he finally became familiar with the useless phonetic notation for more than 20 years, and with his former law school professor's talents, he typed out a series of Chinese text messages that he thought were both literary and emotional, but his current lawyer's stepson suddenly seemed unable to read Chinese. As if, he turned a deaf ear to his text messages full of fatherly love, and didn't even press a like.

He originally thought it was because the legal aid case he took over happened to be fighting against his stepson, and he wanted to say that the situation would improve after the case was over.

But that case was handed down last Monday, and the defendant was acquitted.His stepson won a beautiful lawsuit. Although I heard that the defendant died in a fight with someone in prison, it stands to reason that the whole case is over, and they should return to a normal and harmonious father-son relationship.

Sam was pretty confident about his relationship with his stepson.Because he met his stepson before he married his current wife, and they also fought a difficult but meaningful lawsuit together.

The stepson had always been very close to him, and later even became his student and became a lawyer in his hometown, which made Sam feel very relieved.The bond between him and him is not only between father and son, teachers and students, but also colleagues who can encourage each other. There is no better relationship in the world than this.

But in fact, Sam is now standing in front of the boarding gate at the airport, with 5 minutes left to board the flight back home.And his stepson, his dear Xiaoli, who should have received the notice of his return a week ago, still did not appear in front of him.

Sam has been a lawyer for over 20 years and has been through countless cases, but none of the mysteries have perplexed him like this.

He glanced at the empty airport corridor, sighed again, bent over to lift the heavy luggage, and when he was about to walk to the boarding gate, a deep voice sounded from behind.

"Roden!" Sam didn't know how long he hadn't heard his Chinese name, "Sam, stop!"

Sam turned his head immediately, and a figure came limping from the other end of the corridor.Just like the kid he saw in rehab more than 20 years ago.The figure he had been looking forward to for a long time supported his crutches, as if he had come from far away, and stopped in front of him panting.

"Davis..." Sam felt that he was so moved that he was about to cry, he quickly sniffed his nose, and regained the poise and dignity that a law school professor should have.

His stepson was dressed very formally, with a suit jacket on his upper body and leather shoes on his feet. He looked dressed up to meet him, which made Sam even more unable to hide his throbbing heart.

"You are finally willing to come and meet me." He forced himself to say calmly, "Where's your Partner?"

He asked, and then he realized that he was stupid. That young man wearing glasses who was invincible in court should just be his stepson Yulu's partner at work. He didn't accompany him on such a private matter as sending his dear stepfather off. It is also a matter of course.

But his little law did not reprimand him for being stupid, but showed an uncomfortable expression: "He was stabbed in front of the court, had seven stitches in his ears, and is still in the hospital."

Sam was a little surprised, "Stabbed by someone? By whom?"

His stepson Yulu didn't seem to want to answer. "Being a family member of the victim, anyway, it's none of your business."

Yulu's indifferent performance made Sam a little hurt, but he claimed to be a strong father, not to mention that his son came to see him off in person, he was already moved enough, and he would not care about this little verbal conflict.

"Are you okay? Uh, I mean... about the Case." Sam asked again.

Yulu trembled as if being stabbed, Sam watched him hang his head, his bearded face was full of melancholy and sadness unique to oriental people.

"It's nothing bad. You should already know that the defendant died, but he was judged to be dead after the verdict was issued, so the acquittal verdict is still valid."

Yulu spoke bluntly, and he added: "Prosecutor Ai Ting said that he will investigate the matter of Ye Chang being killed by his inmate... to see if it was an accident or a homicide, but his wife is not very interested in this matter." That's it, she said that now they just want to rest in peace, with Ye Chang's sons and daughters."

Seeing Yuli finished speaking, without waiting for him to ask any more questions, Sam raised his head and looked directly into his mixed-race blue eyes.

"I didn't come to talk to you about this. The case is over, and I don't want to think about it. Sam, I made up my mind to come here today to tell you something important."

Yulu lowered his head, and Sam saw him pursing his lips. When he was a child, he would show such an expression when he had some demands and dared not express them in words. Sam found himself missing that look.

Every time the child showed this expression, Sam would squat in front of him, look at him with an encouraging expression, and say, "If you have anything to say, it's okay to tell Sam?" Looking at the hem of his clothes, he slowly said that he actually just wanted a new pair of swimming trunks or something small.

But this time the child didn't need his encouragement, and what he said was no longer as simple as a new pair of swimming trunks.

"I like you."

Yulu looked into his eyes, and spoke to him in extremely correct Chinese.

"Sam, I love you, Iloveyou, since I was 12 years old and now."

Sam blinked, putting on his sunglasses to hide his slight panic.

"What are you talking about, Davis?"

Sam forced a smile under the cover of his sunglasses, but it was probably because of his stepson's eyes, the kind of serious enough to see through everything, Sam believed that if used in court, no matter how hard a witness was, he would have nothing to lose. Hide away.

"Don't joke, don't joke with your father like this..." he said in English, but he soon noticed that his stepson was looking fierce.Yulu suddenly let go of his crutches, staggered forward in two or three steps, and grabbed his tie with lightning speed, the tie that Monnica gave him.

Yulu grabbed the tie and pulled Sam hard towards him, pressing his lips to his stepfather's.

It wasn't just a simple good night kiss, Sam was horrified to find that the child he recalled holding him yesterday and crying that he would not recover anymore tried to stick his tongue into his mouth. The rare French kiss, but his stepson is very proficient in doing it.

The hot tip of his tongue moved between his lips, sucking the fluid that belonged to Sam.It wasn't until he pushed him away in horror and suffocation that his stepson loosened his tie and stared at his kissed red lips like a jackal just finished eating his prey.

"Do you understand now?"

Yulu lowered her head to the side, but quickly raised her head to look directly at him who was still panting while holding on to the chair in the boarding room.

"I never joked with you, never," he shot back in English.

Sam's dense head went blank for a moment. "But, but you and I are father and son..."

"That was later, I fell in love with you before we became father and son. To be precise, almost before you and my goddamn mother announced that we were going to marry in Florida."

"But, but you and I are both men..."

"I'm gay, I only like men, and fuck men, especially handsome young fresh men like you, I mean before of course. I love putting penises in their assholes, it's the only thing I've ever done in my life pleasure."

Sam saw Yuli showing a self-deprecating smile, "I thought you loved your stepson so much, you should have found out about this earlier, Sam."

Sam was flustered, and at the same time, a guilt-like emotion slowly rose from his heart, but he still couldn't properly process the information in his mind.But Sam convinced himself that any father should have this kind of reaction when he heard his son say such a thing, after finally meeting him after eight years.

"But you...but you never told me..."

"I told you a long time ago. When I was 12 years old, I kissed you in the laboratory and said I liked you, but what did you answer me? I believe that with your proud memory, you should not forget it. .”

Yulu said as if opening the door of Sam's memory, "Thanks to you, for more than 20 years, I can no longer kiss anyone, and I can't really love anyone... I originally wanted to say that .”

Yulu pursed her lips.

"But I think about it now, it's all just an excuse. I was really sad when you said my confession was a joke, but I have never been a serious person. After ten or 20 years, those things have long been accepted. I almost forgot. I also had a lot of boyfriends and met all kinds of people, some of whom were really good to me, good enough to heal the wounds I got from you."

"I could have accepted them, and I should have accepted them. I had the opportunity to love. But I was too timid, and I was always afraid of being hurt. Relationships are a series of hurts, but I didn't even think about it.