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In fact, Song Wenke was in a daze at the time.

He really rarely comes into contact with a character like Mama Lin.On the one hand, she is very kind to Song Wenke's son's "friend", and she is gentle and decent from the beginning to the end. However, after meeting their real relationship, her emotions are extremely fierce.He was not good at dealing with such interpersonal relationships, and he couldn't deal with Lin's mother like he was arguing with his father. He could only stand in the distance and wait blindly. When she told Song Wenke not to follow Lin Kuan just now, her eyes were like looking at an enemy.

He was still thinking, if Mama Lin and Papa Lin beat Lin Kuan together, would he rush forward to block the feather duster.

Anyway, please wait and get in touch.

Unexpectedly, Lin Kuan came down so quickly and punched him without saying a word.

"Tell you to fucking hug me—"

Song Wenke was caught off guard, took a big step back, clutched his stomach, and said in a daze, "Why did you hit me...?"

"Why did I hit you?!" Gritting his teeth, Lin Kuan stepped forward and grabbed Song Wenke's collar, "If you hadn't hugged me suddenly, would my mother have found out about our shit?! It's all right now, I've been caught Drive out of the house. Tell me, who will you beat if you don't beat me?!"

His voice was raised high, and several passersby cast curious glances at them.

Song Wenke didn't pay attention to these, but replied aggrievedly: "Can this be my fault, how did I know that your mother would pass by that street by such a coincidence?"

This kind of reaction can only irritate Lin Kuan even more. He was holding a few breaths in his heart and was eager to let it out. He immediately blushed and his neck was thick, and another punch landed on Song Wenke's stomach: "Are you still quibbling—?"

After being hit a few times for no reason, Song Wenke also became anxious. He wanted to restrain Lin Kuan's reckless offensive, but he refused to admit that it was his fault. Accustomed to such an attitude of going his own way, Lin Kuan just felt baffled.The two actually scuffled on the side of the busy street—to be precise, it was Lin Kuan who was beating him all the time, and Song Wenke inevitably scratched the opponent's arm in order to block his fists and feet.

Passers-by watched the two tall and long-legged men fight with dumbfounded eyes, but none of them dared to come up to persuade them, let alone understand what they were arguing about during the fight.

"Tell you to think of me as Chu Yao..."

"Are you crazy?! Why mention that bitch?"

"I'm not a vegetarian! If you fucking dare to do something sorry for me, if you can't beat you, I will go to your place and set fire to the mountain..."

"Fuck, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"It's all your fault... If it wasn't for you, would my mother be so sad?!"

In the second half, Lin Kuan kept repeating these meaningless angry words, and Song Wenke got impatient with the yelling, so he simply clamped his wrists with both hands, and yelled at him: "Okay, it's my fault—! Don't Is it okay to hit? There are so many people watching the joke!"

The people standing by watching the excitement were instantly scared away by Song Wenke's voice.

Lin Kuan finally stopped out of breath. Seeing Song Wenke's bruised nose and swollen face, he felt much relieved. His eyes turned red unexpectedly, and soon, streams of tears rushed out of his eyes.

Song Wenke had never seen Lin Kuan cry before, so he froze in place for a moment, until the other party let out a sob, he suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly covered Lin Kuan's eyes with his hand, and put the other hand on his shoulder , holding people in their arms.

"This, this fucking is on the street..."

Lin Kuan's eyes were buried in Song Wenke's palm, and the voice of accusation was vague.

"What's wrong on the street? I'm not afraid of being laughed at by others. Who dares to laugh at us, can I still beat me?" Song Wenke lowered his head slightly, and kissed Lin Kuan's forehead, his deep eyes were full of seriousness.

***

An hour later, the two were sitting drinking beer at a convenience store near the hotel.

He couldn't go home, but luckily Song Wenke had money with him, and the train ticket was in his wallet. Song Wenke sat next to Lin Kuan, with a dozen wines on the table, and he watched him drink it without persuading him.

Surprisingly, in the middle of drinking, Lin's father actually called. At that time, Lin Kuan was almost drunk, and he was in a daze when answering the phone.

"Azi, your mother told me everything about you. You are so old, you can make up your own mind about everything. It is impossible for us to force you to change. You can go to the hotel outside tonight to make do with it. Send your luggage to the high-speed rail station, don't go home for now, your mother is emotionally unstable now, let her think about it."

Lin Kuan responded with a sob, hung up the phone and put it in his pocket, buried his head in his arms, and his shoulders began to shake again.

Song Wenke put his big palm on the back of his eyebrows and patted him gently back and forth. He has also experienced such a thing, but Lin Kuan is not him, and it is impossible for him to be as indifferent as he is.

At this moment, they looked like a pair of good friends, not lovers.Lin Kuan has seldom cried since he can remember. He doesn't care too much, so he doesn't take it seriously. It's just that the attitude of his mother, who has always been very good to him, after finding out that she is gay, really hurt his heart deeply. Heart.

He had expected this moment long ago, but he didn't expect that even though he was mentally prepared, when the cruel reality came, he still couldn't survive that psychological defense line.

Suddenly, a warm palm slipped into the crook of his arm, tightly covering his hot and wet eyes.

"Did you know..." Song Wenke's deep voice was close at hand, "When I brought Chu Yu home and confessed, my dad was not the first person to hit me, but Chu Yu. I didn't understand why he To do this, today I seem to understand a little bit.

"Actually, your mother is the same..."

Mother Lin didn't beat Lin Kuan no matter how harshly she scolded her.

Song Wenke's EQ was so high that there were almost no moments, but this time he healed Lin Kuan's heart. Hearing him say this, Lin Kuan asked uncertainly, "Really...?"

Lin Kuan was so drunk that he couldn't stand still when he finally walked back to the hotel. His whole body was hanging on Song Wenke's shoulders, shaking his feet tremblingly.Song Wenke finally checked out and took the room card, and when he entered the elevator, he was pressed against the marble wall and kissed by the other party.

This shocked Song Wenke so much that he couldn't move on the spot. You know, Lin Kuanke had never kissed him since the two dated for so long.Now this action can be said to be a big step.

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***

Many later things also seem to have a reasonable development result.

In short, after Chief Song understood Lin Kuan's nature of duplicity, he no longer quarreled or forced him to use hands and feet. Anyway, about a few bottles of wine, you are happy and I am happy.

Soon Lin Kuan's birthday is coming.

Song Wenke has always paid attention to Lin Kuan's preferences, such as which team he likes and which specific pair of sneakers he likes to wear.

Especially the pair he often wears recently is the latest Nike autumn model given to him by Song Wenke, and Kobe also wore it. There are still a lot of pirated copies of this pair of shoes on the Internet.

In the morning, Lin Kuan went out to rush to class. Today Song Wenke was still in the army during the day, and the two of them had dinner together at night. He hurriedly took the shoe covers and put them on his feet, but felt that the soles of his feet were always hurting.

"?" He took off his shoes in doubt and checked what was inside, only to find a small pendant-like object rolling on the sole of the shoe.

He took the gadget out, and unexpectedly found that it was actually a small sneaker, and it was exactly the same as the pair he was wearing.

Lin Kuan opened his mouth wide, completely forgetting that he was going to be late for class. He stared at the little pendant in a daze for 5 minutes, then took out his phone with trembling hands, and sent a wechat message to Song Wenke: "What is that little shoe...?"

Song Wenke replied quickly: "The prelude to the birthday present... Do you like it?"

"...What do you mean? Although I am really touched."

A photo with a beautiful filter was sent, it was a normal shoe and a model shoe that had been shrunk countless times, with the toe against the toe.

"The small one is me, and the big one is you. Doesn't it look like the little me kisses the big you?"

……

Lin Kuan stared at that sentence for another long time, his whole face turned red like a pig's liver.

"...Like a fart..."

This love story, it can be said... is extraordinarily distracting.

The author has something to say: it's over~~