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Su Zhiyun didn't move, but looked at him, his gaze swept over slowly, and he looked Su Tianhe up and down, as if trying to figure out the truth in his words.

Su Tianhe let him look at him, as if he wasn't surprised that Su Zhiyun would be reluctant to come out with him.

"Gu Zehuan is awake, he wants to see you."

He said so.

Su Zhiyun didn't speak anymore, he retreated in and slammed the door shut.

The door brushed against the tip of Su Tianhe's nose, making his veins twitch.

Thinking about the agreed time, Su Tianhe felt a little anxious, he looked at his watch, and frowned.

Fortunately, Su Zhiyun came out soon after packing up. He changed his clothes, tied his hair behind his head and tied it up. It was obvious that he had dressed up a lot. He pursed his lips: "You can go."

The man hesitated for some reason, and rubbed the corner of his clothes with his fingertips: "Do you want to take a rest?"

Su Zhiyun shook his head and refused: "Let's go."

Su Tianhe didn't say anything more, and gradually loosened his frowning brows: "Okay, let's go."

Lele suddenly jumped out of the room, one limp, biting Su Zhiyun's trousers, and wailing in a low voice.

Su Zhiyun touched it, and pulled his trousers out of the opponent's mouth abruptly.

"I'll return soon."

He said this in a very soft tone, and he could hear some tenderness. Su Tianhe couldn't help but raised his head and looked at Su Zhiyun twice, as if he was a little hard to understand.

Su Zhiyun didn't care, he closed the door gently again.

No one in this family wants to see Lele.

Puppies are safest in his house.

When they got in the car, the two were silent all the way. Su Zhiyun sat in the back seat and stared out of the car window as soon as he got up. The eyelashes are crowed.

Because of not having a good rest these days, he has lost a lot of weight. He looks like an ordinary, silent, and introverted boy, but the injuries on his body have not healed yet, and his eyes are still bandaged, which is very noticeable.

Su Tianhe started the car and passed by the gate of the community. The security guard vaguely saw someone in the back seat, and said with a smile, "Send your son to school again? The relationship between the father and son is still so good after they both went to college."

Su Tianhe was embarrassed: "This is the younger one, the older one has gone out."

The security guard touched his nose, and said a little embarrassingly, "You have a young son, I've never seen him before."

The atmosphere was a bit stagnant. The security guard saw Su Zhiyun through the rolled down window of the front seat, and opened the door: "It looks very similar to Mrs. Su."

Hearing this, Su Tianhe unconsciously moved his fingers on the steering wheel twice.

"is it?"

Seeing Su Zhiyun through the rearview mirror, Su Tianhe had to admit that among all the children, Su Zhiyun was indeed the one who resembled Li Yanjiao the most, but mother and child rarely stood together, so no one ever talked about it.

The journey was long, and Su Tianhe rarely wanted to say something, but after thinking about it, he didn't know how to say it, and he couldn't even find a suitable word.

It seems that I don't remember the last time I sat in the same car with Su Zhiyun calmly.

Since childhood, Su Zhiyun had no relatives, was taciturn, and didn't like to laugh when he was teased. With Su Tianlin, an obedient and sensible child in front of him, and later a lively and charming little flower, Su Tianhe gradually paid less attention to Su Zhiyun.

The other party seemed to have noticed something, and they gradually disappeared. Except when they caused trouble and needed them to wipe their buttocks, they were rarely seen at other times.

Su Zhiyun noticed Su Tianhe's indistinct gaze all the time, he didn't speak, and lightly stroked the earring of the eternal flower in his hand, the rose was sealed with glue, a very small one .

A huge Ferris wheel on the side of the road brought back memories of Su Tianhe: "Do you remember? I took you to this amusement park before."

Su Tianhe pointed to the Ferris wheel whose rising speed could hardly be judged by the naked eye, and tried to recall: "It was just the two of us who went there together. At that time, you had a cold and kept clamoring for ice cream."

It was strawberry ice cream, played fifteen spins, and the base was high and high.

Su Zhiyun thought.

It was summer and it was still noon, and the ice cream quickly turned into a puddle of sticky, sweet and greasy syrup amidst the noise of cicadas.

But Su Zhiyun refused to throw away the ice cream no matter what, so Su Tianhe had no choice but to buy wrapping paper, and squatted down to wipe off the sugar water stains on the child's hands.

Su Zhiyun opened his palms: "It's so sticky."

"It's all sugar, it must be sticky." Su Tianhe watched Su Zhiyun frowned tightly, as if he couldn't understand, and couldn't help laughing: "Throw this away, okay, Dad will buy you something else later."

Su Zhiyun's gaze swiveled between Su Tianhe and the ice cream, because he sounded muffled when he had a cold: "Don't want anything else."

"Really? Buy a new remote control plane for Yunzi."

After a while, Su Zhiyun finally made a decision and reluctantly threw the ice cream into the trash can.

He came over and stared at Su Tianhe's palm, but didn't speak.

Su Tianhe saw that he wanted to hold hands, so he took the initiative to extend his hand.

Su Zhiyun put his hands back.

"dirty."

Su Tianhe was taken aback for a moment, then his expression softened and his tone softened.

"It's okay, Dad doesn't feel dirty."

The sky outside the window gradually darkened, Su Zhiyun kept rubbing the earrings, he also remembered, and replied: "I remember."

Su Tianhe got an affirmative reply from Su Zhiyun, and the chatterbox gradually opened up.

In a very short period of time, Su Tianhe also loved his second son very much. Like all fathers, he would play games with Su Zhiyun even if he was tired after get off work, and would tell him stories. Buy everything he thinks Su Zhiyun will like.

All kinds of toys and beautiful clothes were piled up in the room. Su Zhiyun slept in the hill-like toy. Su Tianhe tiptoedly picked him up and put him on the small bed.

He only felt that Su Zhiyun was so light, and he looked pink when he closed his eyes to sleep, and his fine eyelashes trembled, as if those dark eyes were about to be exposed in the next second.

Su Tianhe lightly patted Su Zhiyun who was moving restlessly. Gradually, the other party's frown loosened again, but his hand still tightly gripped the corner of Su Tianhe's clothes, whispering something in his mouth.

Su Tianhe went over with his ear, and vaguely heard the word "father".

Just like that, Su Tianhe looked at Su Zhiyun's face and felt his heart was about to melt.

He looked so fragile, so small, as if a little carelessness could hurt him.

"Father is here, Yunzi is good."

Su Tianhe spoke softly.

Even Su Tianlin would tell Li Yanjiao sourly that Dad only likes his younger brother now, and he doesn't like me anymore.

The scenery outside the window gradually became desolate and remote, with fewer people and more bushes. Su Zhiyun held down the earrings in his hand, and said flatly, "This is not the way to the hospital."

Su Tianhe looked at those eyes in the mirror, they were black and calm, and for no reason, he thought of Xiao Su Zhiyun's appearance, his heart trembled, and the conversation that he had originally chatted unconsciously stopped.

After a while, Su Tianhe spoke again: "I was afraid that your classmate would say something in the hospital, so I sent him to another remote nursing home."

Su Zhiyun lowered his head.

Su Tianhe didn't speak, and the car became quiet again.

He saw through the rearview mirror that Su Zhiyun was tearing off the barbs on his hand, tearing out strands of bright red scars.

"Do not lie to me."

There was a very soft voice in the carriage.

Su Tianhe felt more and more hard in his throat, and the air was turbid. After a long time, he squeezed out a response: "Well, I won't lie to you."

The car stopped quickly, and it really stopped in front of a nursing home. There were several burly men and a bald middle-aged man standing at the door. They opened Su Tianhe's car and glanced at Su Zhiyun.

Su Zhiyun got off the car, those people surrounded him, the bald man made a flattering look, looked at Su Tianhe: "This is Su Zhiyun's classmate, right?"

Su Tianhe was in the car, he didn't get down, he didn't move.

Su Zhiyun looked back at him, but Su Tianhe didn't look at Su Zhiyun. He avoided the young man's gaze and said to himself: "You are sick, and your illness can be cured here."

The bald man nodded again and again: "Of course! Of course! Many of our classmates have been here, and they are all cured! There are everything!"

After hearing this, Su Zhiyun turned around and walked back.

Someone stopped him: "You can't go forward, you have to go back with us."

The boy opened the opponent's hand: "Go away."

Su Zhiyun walked faster and faster, and was suddenly pushed to the ground by several people. He struggled desperately, and shouted those three words almost hoarsely: "Su Tianhe!"

The grit had scratched his cheeks.

Su Zhiyun's eyes were still fixed on the man sitting in the front seat, refusing to move away.

The bald middle-aged man frowned when he saw this scene. He kicked those big men, and whispered in his ear, gritting his teeth: "You idiots, where are your eyeballs? Can't you take it easy?"

He glared at them gloomyly.

"If this order goes away, don't think about it! Do you hear me?"

"Gu Zehuan told me everything." Su Tianhe lit a cigarette, as if he couldn't bear to look at Su Zhiyun's bloody face, he exhaled a puff of smoke, and white mist lingered between his fingers: "Homosexuality is a disease."

After a while, he added slowly: "That's what he meant too."

Su Zhiyun suddenly stopped struggling.

Blood was oozing from the wounds that had been scraped by sand and gravel, and the color was set off by the skin in a thrilling way.

After a long time, Su Zhiyun said blankly, "Liar."

"fraud."

"They're all liars."

Su Tianhe pretended not to see the gravel rubbed red by the blood underneath, but his hand holding the cigarette began to tremble slightly.

"When you recover from illness, Dad will come to take you home."

Su Zhiyun stopped talking, he held the earring tightly in his hand, and lowered his eyes.

Indifferent.

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