Not well behaved

The drawer that was violently opened was placed on the floor, and Lian Tiancheng sat up on the bed, looked at Lian Yin with a smug smile.

"Lian Yin." Lian Tiancheng pointed to the scattered drawers on the floor, "What is this, won't you explain it?"

Lian Yin's whole body seemed to be frozen, and he stood there blankly, without any reaction for a long time.

Before he went to Lian Tiancheng yesterday, he hid some things that were difficult to explain in the cabinet. At that time, because he was in a hurry, he didn't expect that Lian Tiancheng would live in the house, so he didn't have time to lock it. He locked it after he got Lian Tiancheng. Up.

Lian Yin guessed that Lian Tiancheng would go through his things, but he didn't expect this guy to be so mad that he smashed his cabinet and looked through it overnight.

I'm afraid he was so impatient because he thought there was something valuable in the locked drawer.

Seeing that Lian Yin didn't answer, Lian Tiancheng seemed to be sure of winning, and said unhurriedly: "I also found women's clothes in your closet. Have you got a girlfriend?"

What he said was hypocritical, and Lian Yin knew that this was not his real thought, and he might have had some dirty guesses in his heart.

There is no need to answer, Lian Yin pinched his palm to calm himself down.

Sure enough, Lian Tiancheng didn't care about Lian Yin's silence, and said to himself: "But I don't see any signs of other people living in the whole house. The toothbrush, towel and even the pillow belong to one person. What's going on?"

Lian Yin was too lazy to play guessing games with him, ignored his words, knelt down and opened the suitcase, and began to pack things.

Seeing that he was ignored, Lian Tiancheng became angry from embarrassment, turned over and got off the bed, grabbed Lian Yin's shoulder, and stopped his movement.

Lian Tiancheng pointed at Lian Yin's nose and said in a rough voice, "Tell me, are you doing something that is neither male nor female?"

Waving a finger in front of him, Lian Yin frowned impatiently, turned his head away, and was too lazy to talk to Lian Tiancheng.This kind of person, the more you give him face, the better he dances.

Unexpectedly, the next day Lian Tiancheng said nothing, and Chong Lianyin asked: "Are you messing with your teacher Lang?"

These words hit a minefield, Lian Yan couldn't bear it anymore, and raised his hand——

"boom!"

Lian Tiancheng was violently pushed away, and his butt hit the corner of the bed, making a loud noise.Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes from the pain, and he lay on the ground clutching his buttocks.

"Fuck... turned against you, and my son beat me?" Lian Tiancheng endured the pain, his voice trembling.

Lian Yin stood in front of him, looked down, and said coldly: "Lian Tiancheng, do you think I'm that little boy who allows you to beat and scold me?"

Lian Tiancheng raised his head and broke his neck before he could barely see Lian Yin's face.

At this moment, Lian Tiancheng suddenly realized that Lian Yin was already an adult, but he was already in his twilight years, the power gap between the two was no longer huge, and even reversed.

Lian Yin turned around, picked up the clothes that fell on the ground because of Lian Tiancheng's disturbance, and put them back into the suitcase.

"Fuck, it hurts me to death." Lian Tiancheng leaned against the bed and grinned.

He covered his buttocks, stared at Lian Yin fiercely, and began to curse in a low voice: "Son of a bitch, little white-eyed wolf, who sells ass..."

Lian Yin paused in his hands, gritted his teeth, held back his anger, and continued to pack his things in silence, pretending that he was deaf.

A few minutes later, Lian Tiancheng, who was suffering from pain in his buttocks, began to raise suspicions again: "Lian Yin, why didn't you answer my question? Are you a second chair who likes men?"

Lian Yin didn't answer him, the movements of his hands quickened, he didn't even look at the clothes and some things, and threw them into the box all at once.

"Are you packing up to live in that Lang's house?" Lian Tiancheng snorted coldly, "Doesn't it feel good to be raised by a man like a woman?"

Lian Yin closed her eyes tightly, picked up the desk lamp beside the bed, pulled it hard, and the wire was severed.

He raised his arm, pointed the lamp at Lian Tiancheng, his voice suppressed his anger, "Say one more word, and this thing will fall on you."

Lian Yin was so murderous that Lian Tiancheng trembled unconsciously.After shaking, he felt ashamed again, so he gave Lian Yin a glare and went back.

Seeing that he was timid, Lian Yin casually threw the lamp on the ground, and Gu Lu rolled to Lian Tiancheng's feet, causing him to withdraw his feet in fright.

For the next period of time, until Lian Yin finished packing his things, Lian Tiancheng remained silent.

But when Lian Yin was about to walk out of the room with the suitcase, Lian Tiancheng said abruptly: "Isn't this embarrassing?"

Lian Yin stopped at his feet.

"If your friends, classmates, colleagues, etc. know that you are a second chair or a second chair raised by a man, how will they react?"

After finishing speaking, Lian Tiancheng turned his head to look at Lian Yin, his swollen eyes were full of calculations.

"If you don't want others to know about it..." Lian Tianxiang took this sentence like chewing gum, chewing it in his mouth, slowly unwilling to finish.Then he interlaced his fingers, rubbed them together, and motioned to Lian Yin.

"How much do you want?" Lian Yin asked bluntly.

"Hey." Lian Tiancheng sat on the ground and stretched out five fingers, "50."

Lian Yin regarded him as a joke and looked at him expressionlessly.

"This matter is not small, so it requires more." Lian Tiancheng was triumphant.

Lian Yin said indifferently: "I have no money."

Lian Tiancheng leaned back on the bed in a rascally manner, pretending to be helpless and said: "That's nothing to do, it doesn't matter if your friends know about it?"

"Speak as you like, Lian Tiancheng." Lian Yin hid his trembling right hand behind his back, with a calm expression on his face.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Anyway, I am your son, I am the second chair, and your face is not bright."

This damned kinship entangles the father and son, and it seems that they will never be separated clearly. Lian Yin once suffered from this fact, but he never thought that he could use it to make him sick.

"Dad of the second chair, others don't know how to laugh at you."

After Lian Yin finished speaking with a smile, she turned around, slammed the door hard and left.

"you!"

Lian Tiancheng, who was locked in the room, stared at the door with wide-eyed eyes, and even Yin Yin left for a long time without reacting.

And Lian Yin outside the door was not much better, he slid and sat on the ground weakly while holding on to the railing in the corridor.

Five minutes later, Lian Yin returned to normal. He carried the suitcase and walked out of the rental building.

As soon as he walked out of the corridor, Lian Yin's cell phone rang.

He took out his phone and saw the caller ID: Teacher Lang.

Lian Yin swiped to answer, put the receiver to his ear, and heard the person on the other side say: "Lian Yin, have you packed up, come back for lunch at noon."

Something stuck in his throat, Lian Yin opened his mouth and found that he couldn't make a sound.

"Lian Yin?" Lang Zhuoyu on the opposite side didn't know the situation.

Lian Yin tried her best to swallow her saliva, her voice was trembling and out of shape: "Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Lang Zhuoyu took off his glasses, put them on the desk, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

He could hear Lian Yin's trembling voice very clearly. He knew that Lian Yin's mood was out of order, and he must have encountered Lian Tiancheng's nonsense again.

I should stick to the past just now.

About four or ten minutes later, there was the sound of a key unlocking the door of Lang Zhuoyu's house.

Lang Zhuoyu had just put the food on the table, when he heard the movement at the door, he walked over.

With a "click", the door lock opened, and Lian Yin's lowered eyes slowly appeared behind the door.

Because his eyes were lowered, Lian Yin didn't see Lang Zhuoyu standing at the door until Lang Zhuoyu called him: "Lian Yin."

Lian Yin raised her head and saw Lang Zhuoyu with a smile on her mouth, slightly opened her arms, standing at the door, looking at herself quietly.

Behind the tall man was a warm light, like a warm hut in a snowy night, the half-life wanderer couldn't refuse.Even Yin couldn't refuse.

Lian Yin's nasal cavity was sore, he didn't even change his shoes, and threw the suitcase outside the door, and plunged his head into Lang Zhuoyu's arms sullenly.

Lang Zhuoyu tightened his arms and hugged him tightly.

The tip of Lian Yin's nose was filled with the woody fragrance of Lang Zhuoyu's body, and she felt like she had fallen into a pile of books, but her whole body was warm and heavy, completely different from those cold, angular books.

This is a hug, a hug that belongs only to oneself, which is a lucky embrace for three lives.

I don't know how long it has passed, Lian Yin is still buried on Lang Zhuoyu's shoulder and refuses to raise his head, Lang Zhuoyu sighs silently, lowers his head and leans into Lian Yin's ear and asks: "Crying?"

Lian Yin quickly shook his head, raised his neck to look at Lang Zhuoyu, his voice was clearly still choked up, and he denied: "No."

"Then why are your eyes red?" Lang Zhuoyu poked the corners of Lian Yin's eyes with his fingers.

Lian Yin spoke stiffly: "I didn't wake up."

Lang Zhuoyu stopped asking questions, patted him on the back, and said softly, "Let's go eat."

The two sat down at the dining table to eat, they hadn't even digested the breakfast they had at ten o'clock, and it was only one o'clock in the afternoon, so they had no appetite at all, but they still ate a whole bowl of rice under Lang Zhuoyu's pressure.

Lang Zhuoyu's cooking can't be said to be particularly delicious, and his level is higher than that of Lian Yin. It is probably because he lives alone longer than Lian Yin and has more opportunities to exercise.

After dinner, Lang Zhuoyu asked about Lian Tiancheng.

"You went to get something today, did your father say something?"

The two were sitting on the sofa, the sports channel was on the TV, but no one was paying attention to the TV.

Lian Yin picked his fingers and replied sullenly: "He asked me for money."

"How much?"

Lian Yin pursed her lips: "50."

Lang Zhuoyu was silent for a moment.Lian Yin continued: "He knows that I can't have that much money."

"Then just ignore him, he will leave if he doesn't get the money." Lang Zhuoyu stretched out his hand, and pinched the back of Lian Yin's head.

Lian Yin's mind was full of confusion at the moment, he didn't notice Lang Zhuoyu's hand on the back of his neck, he took a deep breath: "He knew about my women's clothing, and threatened me to tell the people around me about it .”

"It doesn't matter, in this day and age, this matter is harmless." Lang Zhuoyu reassured.

"He..." Lian Yin choked up and raised his head, looking straight at Lang Zhuoyu, "He also guessed that I like men."

"Is it okay, Mr. Lang? I like men, and I'm not disgusting? Is it okay?"

Lian Yin's eyes were red, and he looked at Lang Zhuoyu eagerly, as if his answer was a sharp blade hanging above his head, and Lian Yin was waiting for this sharp blade to fall or disappear.

Lang Zhuoyu choked for breath.

"How disgusting?" He said without hesitation.

Lang Zhuoyu's hand gently placed on the top of Lian Yin's head, pinching his soft black hair.

"It's not disgusting, and these things shouldn't be a threat to you." Lang Zhuoyu's voice was steady, "Whether it's women's clothing or liking men, these things are not shameful, and they are not your excuse."

Lian Yin was stunned, and the tears that had swirled in her eye sockets for a long time fell down quickly.

Lang Zhuoyu wiped away Lian Yin's tears with his thumb, and continued: "Don't worry about people thinking about you because of these things, those people are not important. It doesn't matter, people close to you won't hate you because of these things You. They know how good you are, and these things don’t change who you are, let alone how they treat you.”

"And Lian Tiancheng doesn't even know who your friends are in Beicheng or where you work. He doesn't care about you and knows nothing about you. How can such a person threaten you?"

"I... I didn't think about it that much." Lian Yin replied dully.

"That's the truth, you don't have to be afraid." Lang Zhuoyu handed him a tissue, "Are you still afraid?"

Lian Yin took the tissue, wiped away the tears on his cheeks, and shook his head.

The two sat silently for a while, Lang Zhuoyu quietly waited for Lian Yin to calm down.

After a few minutes, realizing that Lian Yin had calmed down, Lang Zhuoyu helped him throw the used tissue into the trash can.

Then, he said slowly: "Now, I need you to tell me something about Lian Tiancheng, for example, what was he doing when he was in Xicheng?"

The author says:

What about this chapter, is it sweet?