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Human skin will be punished.

Li Zhuo woke up the next day, saw the swollen lower half of his face in the mirror, and was speechless for a while.

The teeth in the mouth are aching.

I ate too much pastry yesterday, and I have a toothache.

Cheng Zhiyuan received an aggrieved call from someone and learned that Li Zhuo had a toothache. Thinking of the vinegar he found for him yesterday, he said indifferently on the phone: "Really? Other people's pastries are quite sweet. They don't look like my mooncakes. No toothache at all."

Li Zhuo was lying on the bed, his brain twitching in pain: "..."

It's an old yin and yang monster who speaks.

Wrapped in a quilt, he didn't dare to move his mouth too much, and said in a muffled voice, "It really hurts."

Although Cheng Zhiyuan was jealous, he was really worried about him: "I'll go find you, you get up first, and I'll take you to the hospital."

Li Zhuo should be quick.

After hanging up the phone, she didn't intend to move at all, she was wrapped in the quilt and didn't move.

When Cheng Zhiyuan came to his house, what he saw when he entered the room was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, curled up in pain.

Walking over to pick him up, Li Zhuo's slightly red and swollen profile came into view.

Li Zhuo's body was as limp as if he had no bones, and he leaned on him with all his heart.

Cheng Zhiyuan stretched out his finger, and poked lightly on the side of his face: "We agreed to get up, huh?"

Li Zhuo gasped, straightened up in pain, and stared at him: "Are you going to die!"

"Hiss—" The movement of speaking was too big, the pain became worse, and he collapsed into Cheng Zhiyuan's arms all of a sudden.

Cheng Zhiyuan liked his appearance very much, so he took him to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing, take him to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor checked and found that the pain was caused by the inflammation of Li Zhuo's wisdom teeth. In order to save himself from suffering in the future, Li Zhuo simply asked the doctor to pull out his wisdom teeth.

After two hours of tooth extraction, Li Zhuo's mouth was finally liberated.

Also unable to eat.

He hasn't eaten anything since he got up in the morning. He is so hungry that his chest sticks to his back, and he doesn't even have a good temper.

Pulled out the tooth and walked over.He kicked Cheng Zhiyuan who was sitting on the public chair waiting for him to come out, with a slumped face, as if he owed him millions.

However, his slightly open mouth after pulling his teeth made him look a little funny when he was angry.

Cheng Zhiyuan held back his smile and asked him, "Does it still hurt?"

Li Zhuobai glanced at him, moved his mouth carefully, and his words were not very clear: "What do you say? Why don't you try it?"

Cheng Zhiyuan surrendered: "Forget it."

Suddenly, Li Zhuo moved his face closer, and Cheng Zhiyuan subconsciously leaned back.

Cheng Zhiyuan was about to ask what's the matter, when his lips were grabbed by his hands, like a flat-billed duck, his mouth was being pulled.

Cheng Zhiyuan: "?"

Li Zhuo showed the report in front of his eyes: "Read the words on it carefully."

Cheng Zhiyuan glanced: "..."

If you want him to read, you should let his mouth go first.

The report said wisdom teeth caused by inflammation.

Li Zhuo was full of momentum: "Inflammation! It has nothing to do with last night's pastry!"

"And I just ate what I took myself, and I didn't touch a piece of what Wen Yi gave me."

The fried cat explained it to him.

Rare, and strange.

Cheng Zhiyuan's residual jealousy from last night disappeared, he blinked twice to indicate that he knew.

Only then was Li Zhuo let go of his lips.

His hair is smooth, and a certain cat's hair is still fried.

"Hungry?" he asked.

Li Zhuo glanced at him, his eyes were light, as if to say "what do you think".

Cheng Zhiyuan smiled: "What do you want to eat?"

Li Zhuo continued to glance at him, and Cheng Zhiyuan guessed what he was thinking at a glance.

Open your eyes and see, what can I eat with this mouth now?

The two returned to the car.

Cheng Zhiyuan leaned over to help him fasten his seat belt, and after fastening, he propped up the chair with his hands, and his actions at this time happened to circle Li Zhuo in front of him.

He touched his face distressedly: "I can only eat liquid food for the time being, can I cook porridge for you when I go back?"

The porridge tasted light, Li Zhuo's mouth was so bitter that he only wanted to eat heavy flavors, he shook his head: "Light."

Cheng Zhiyuan had no choice but to ask, "Be patient today?"

Li Zhuo pursed his lips and dropped his chin, as if he didn't want to discuss it.

Getting used to his little temper, Cheng Zhiyuan bent down.

The lips are intertwined.

Cheng Zhiyuan's movements were very light, fearing that his toothache would be involved.

After a while, Cheng Zhiyuan let go of him, put his forehead against Li Zhuo's, and asked him, "Can I have porridge?"

Shun Mao's kung fu has been practiced to the point of perfection, Li Zhuo's face is stiff: "Yeah."

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Cheng Zhiyuan's school had a three-day holiday, and after spending another day with Li Zhuo, he had to fly back to school.

I wanted to take Li Zhuo somewhere to travel on the National Day, but Li Zhuofei went to work abroad and participated in a catwalk show.

When the two meet again, it is near the time of the Chinese New Year.

As Chinese New Year approaches, Cheng Zhiyuan and Cheng Xinxin's school is on vacation.

Cheng Zhiyuan's parents are not busy anymore, they stay at home with them every day.

Cheng Xinxin and her mother, Chen Yu, learned to cook New Year’s dishes with her aunt in the kitchen. On the day of the New Year’s Eve, her aunt came home from vacation, so they had to do it by themselves.

Usually, his father Cheng Guoliang came to cook the New Year's Eve dinner.

However, Chen Yu has always loved cooking, but Chen Yu, who had car rollovers every time, insisted on making the New Year's Eve dinner.

When Cheng Zhiyuan went downstairs, Cheng Guoliang was watching the news on the sofa.

He glanced at the kitchen and walked over: "Dad, are you really going to let Mom cook?"

Cheng Guoliang turned up the sound of the TV set, trying to cover up the sound so that Chen Yu in the kitchen could not hear it.

He said sternly: "Let her learn for a few days, but she will get bored after a few days. I must be the one who has a fever."

Cheng Zhiyuan sat down: "That's good."

He didn't want to eat Chen Yu's dark dishes, and wanted to live a few more years with his partner.

The father and son watched TV and did not speak again.

The way Cheng Zhiyuan and Cheng Guoliang get along has always been the same.

For a moment, two voices sounded at the same time.

"Dad, I want to bring someone home during the Chinese New Year."

"When is the internship?"

The two were silent for a moment, looking at each other.

Cheng Zhiyuan adhered to the politeness of the elders who said first: "Dad, you should speak first."

Cheng Guoliang: "Calculate the time. After the new year, you should start an internship. Are you planning to come to the company for an internship, or do you have plans?"

The family style of the Cheng family has always been very harmonious. The elders will not interfere too much with the younger generation's thoughts. It is okay to go out and venture out. Anyway, Cheng Guoliang and Chen Yu are their support and safe haven before they are old and unable to do things. .

Cheng Zhiyuan thought for a while: "I will go to the company."

Both Cheng Guoliang and Chen Yu were too busy, and he wanted to share with them.

But until then: "Until then, I have some things to do."

Cheng Guoliang nodded and stopped asking, "What did you want to tell me just now?"

Cheng Zhiyuan clasped his hands tightly and put them on his lap: "Dad, I want to bring someone back during the Chinese New Year."

Cheng Guoliang wasn't surprised at all: "It's Xinxin's little boyfriend, she's already told us about it."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "..."

The little girl moved very quickly, and she was about to meet her parents soon.

faster than him.

Cheng Zhiyuan: "Well, besides him, there is another person."

Cheng Guoliang was still not surprised: "I know, my brother, Xinxin said it."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "..."

After all, Cheng Xinxin has said it all, but there is one thing that Cheng Xinxin has never said.

Cheng Zhiyuan picked the most important one and said, "Dad, I've got someone to talk to."

Cheng Guoliang didn't respond.

Cheng Zhiyuan waited for half a minute.

Suddenly, Cheng Guoliang looked at him sharply: "What are you talking about?"

Cheng Guoliang, who has always been a calm and strict father, did not tense his expression: "Are you talking about someone? When did you talk, why didn't you say it earlier, you want to bring someone back during the Chinese New Year, right?"

"Brat, if you didn't say it earlier, you didn't have time to prepare some decent gifts. Fortunately, you still have time."

Seeing his excitement, Cheng Zhiyuan didn't know what to say for a while, it was hard to imagine Cheng Guoliang's expression in his next sentence.

It could be anger, it could be surprise.

Or... could it be disgust?

Before he had time to say anything, Cheng Guoliang went to the kitchen to look for Chen Yu. The husband and wife were more excited than the other. The most outrageous thing was that they both talked about marriage and how many children they would have.

An emotion called timidity grew in his heart.

He didn't want to see disappointment, anger, and disgust on their faces.

I struggled for a few seconds.

He thought, what he didn't want to see was disappointment and sadness appearing on Li Zhuo's face.

at night.

Cheng Zhiyuan went to Cheng Guoliang and Chen Yu's bedroom.

The bedroom door was not closed. He leaned against the door and knocked on the door: "Mom and Dad, I have something to tell you."

Cheng Guoliang and Chen Yu were discussing things at the table, and they both turned their heads when they heard the voice.

Chen Yu: "It's so late, I still don't sleep."

"What's the matter, I can talk about it tomorrow morning."

Cheng Zhiyuan didn't want to wait until tomorrow.

He stood at the door with serious eyes: "I've got someone to talk to."

Cheng Guoliang and Chen Yu knew about it a long time ago: "I see, you didn't tell your father yourself."

"we are very happy."

Cheng Zhiyuan's expression was gloomy, and under the projection of the lights in the room, his figure at the door looked lonely and lonely: "The person I like is a boy."

Having said that, are you still happy?

He didn't dare look into their eyes.

For most families, it is difficult to accept that their child is a person of the same sex.

Not only is it a psychological blow, but you may also be pointed at by others and suffer all kinds of mental torture.

He didn't think about what he would do if they couldn't accept it.

At least, he will not let Li Zhuo go.

Cheng Guoliang and Chen Yu didn't speak for a long time, and they looked stunned as if they had suffered a huge blow.

Cheng Zhiyuan felt guilty in his heart.

Chen Yu was the first to react, bent his lips reluctantly, walked over and patted him on the shoulder, and said in a relaxed tone, "It's a boy."

No scolding, no anger.

"Okay, it's getting late, go back and rest."

Calm as if nothing had happened.

The door closes.

Cheng Zhiyuan stood by the door without moving.

Nothing happened inside.

He leaned against the wall, frowning to form a deep gap.

It was because the two of them were too calm that he felt a little afraid and uneasy.

Like the calm before the storm.

From the expressions on his face, he knew that they were in front of him, but they were barely calm.

I don't know how long he stood in the corridor, until his legs were numb, and he didn't move twice.

Fortunately, they did not resist and veto on the spot as they imagined.

For him, it was the best result.

Standing for a long time, it was more like punishing myself.

There was a sound from inside the door.

[It is not easy for us as parents to say anything about the decision made by the child himself. 】

【I'm just worried that his future road will be difficult. 】

【Xiaoyuan has his own opinions, we don't care what others say, at least he needs to know that we support him. 】

The voices inside fell silent.

The young man outside the door raised his head and did not blink for a long time.

The author says:

感谢在2021-08-3111:57:39~2021-08-3117:01:26期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: 460751281;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

37. Ending

◎As long as it’s you at the end, it’s never too late◎