who do you want me to replace

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother came to pick him up at the airport. When they saw Wen Feixun, both of them were obviously taken aback.

What Jiang Yu said on the phone was to go home and stay for two days, and an important person would come with him.

He is not young anymore. After Jiang's father and Jiang's mother heard this, they naturally thought of bringing someone back, but they didn't expect to see Wen Feixun standing next to Jiang Yu at a glance, a tall and handsome young man , other than that, there is no one else.

Jiang's father thought he would make a mistake, smiled awkwardly, and called them to the parking lot.

"Xiaowen is coming to Xiangchuan again this time? It's more casual than Beicheng, and the pace of life is not so fast."

Jiang Yu smiled: "Hey, if there is no me in this place, no matter how leisurely he is, he won't come here."

Father Jiang and Mother Jiang: "..."

"No, no, in the future, if Jiang Yu is busy with work and can't take care of this side, I will come to visit my uncle and aunt alone." Wen Feixun hurriedly made amends.

Jiang's father and Jiang's mother looked at each other, but did not speak.

Jiang Yu suppressed a smile: "What you said means good, but it doesn't sound very pleasant, it's weird."

Wen Feixun glanced at him helplessly: "I will learn an 'art of speaking' when I go back."

"Okay, okay, go home and teach me after you finish studying. It's a good deal for two people to take one class."

Jiang Yu said it easily, but he kept observing Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's face from the corner of his eye. Although it wasn't particularly good-looking, fortunately, it wasn't particularly ugly.

When they got in the car, Jiang Yu and Wen Feixun sat in the back seat. When they glanced at the rearview mirror, they would often look at Jiang's dad observing them from time to time.

Jiang Yu smiled at him: "Dad, concentrate on driving. Don't accidentally get into an accident. Didn't you forget that I have a shadow of being trapped in the car?"

"..."

Wen Feixun turned his head to look at him with a serious expression. Jiang Yu put his right hand on the seat and gently squeezed Wen Feixun's hand comfortingly.

Back home, Wen Feixun naturally followed Jiang Yu and carried his luggage into his room.

As soon as the door was closed, Wen Feixun let out a long breath, unbuttoned the top shirt button and sat on the bed: "Why are you so nervous this time, I dare not speak..."

"Because you came here with a purpose this time," Jiang Yu said with a smile, "You have plans for my parents, so you're nervous."

"Yes," Wen Feixun raised his eyes, "I'm afraid they won't give me what I have drawn."

Jiang Yu smiled and ruffled his hair: "Don't worry, what's yours is yours. If they don't agree, try to get them to agree."

"Then what should I do? Jiang Dayingdi give me a clear indication."

"Just like what you said just now, I often hang out in front of them and wander around in front of them. My parents don't scold people, and they don't have a bad temper. They won't make people get down. Even if they don't want you in front of them, they probably will. Hint, you just pretend you don’t understand, and being a good baby by their side, the more times you do it, the more likely they will get used to it.”

After Jiang Yu finished speaking, imagining the scene, he collapsed from laughing, his face buried in the quilt, and his shoulders trembled.

Wen Feixun digested this method carefully, felt it was feasible, and turned over, with half of his shoulders on Jiang Yu's shoulders, his arms on Jiang Yu's, and his two heads close together, as low as whispering Said: "They will definitely find me annoying."

Jiang Yu also whispered, his lips touched Wen Feixun's cheek when he opened and closed his lips: "After a long time, you will think you are cute. In our industry, some artists take this route. Sister Zhong said that the effect is good." ,do not worry."

"..."

Wen Feixun wanted to say something else, but the bedroom door suddenly opened from the outside, he jumped up in shock, and frantically bounced on the mattress twice.

Jiang Ma who opened the door and came in: "...What are you doing?"

Wen Feixun stood stiffly, with an embarrassed expression on his face, and wanted to ease the atmosphere, so he forced a smile, with a complex and wonderful expression.

Jiang Yu reckoned that it would be difficult to see this expression on Wen Feixun's face again in his life, and after admiring it for a while, he sat up slowly, fiddled with his hair, and complained: "Mom, why don't you Knock on the door?"

Jiang Ma said with a straight face, "What door are you knocking on in broad daylight?"

"You know how to knock before, why are you so rude this time? Don't you like Fei Xun? Are you dissatisfied with him?"

His tone had a tinge of yin and yang, and Wen Feixun stared at him in disbelief, but Jiang Ma suddenly became strict as if her tail had been stepped on: "What nonsense are you talking about? You are not polite, Jiang Yu, when I was young, I Is that how you were taught to speak?"

After training him, he smiled uncomfortably at Wen Feixun: "Xiao Wen, don't listen to his nonsense."

Then he turned around and went downstairs, walking fast, as if he was running away, and shouted behind him: "It's time for dinner, come down and play..."

"Yeah, I know—"

Jiang Yu finished lazily perfunctory, then snickered and lay back on the bed, facing the coercion of Wen Feixun flying over, he stretched out his hand to block: "Don't be angry, don't be angry... This is called tactics, do you understand?"

In fact, he knows his parents very well. Although they are from the previous generation, since he became an artist, the two middle-aged and elderly people still pay attention to online consultation from time to time, and their thinking will not be too rigid.

Moreover, the film that Jiang Yu had just completed was a gay-themed movie. The lineup had been officially announced on the Internet, and many bloggers had revealed the content of the story. Jiang's father and Jiang's mother knew more or less about it, and they would not be too conflicted about this aspect in their hearts.

What's more, when they asked about the topic of 'girlfriend', Jiang Yu had hinted a little bit, and I believe they were already a little bit prepared.

On this basis, even if it is a bit unpleasant to guess the relationship between Wen Feixun and him, it will definitely not be too sharp, and Wen Feixun will not be blamed, but there will definitely be temporary "awkwardness" , it is impossible to be too warm and welcoming from the beginning, these Jiang Yu understand very well.

He also understands that although Jiang's father and Jiang mother are still awkward, they are both very gentle and kind people, and they are determined not to embarrass Wen Feixun. Some appropriate small talk skills will not only do no harm, but will It is a good thing to push Jiang's father and Jiang's mother to release their kindness.

After hearing his explanation, Wen Feixun lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, then pressed his lips lightly, and said in a low voice: "Your parents are so kind, they are so kind, that's why you can get out of the pain so quickly, to get better so quickly.”

Jiang Yu also kissed him, with the corners of his mouth curled up: "You have contributed a lot to being able to recover so quickly. Of course, there is also the credit of the small pills, but Fei Xun, I want to tell you..."

Jiang Yu's eyes were blurred and affectionate, Wen Feixun almost drowned in it, and his whole body was erratic: "Huh?"

"...I want to tell you that if you don't go downstairs now, their impression of you will definitely plummet!"

"...!!!"

Wen Feixun reacted for five seconds, then jumped up again, stared at him, pursed his lips, turned around and went downstairs.

Jiang Yu curled up on the bed, almost out of breath from laughing.

Maybe Wen Feixun went down early to help pick vegetables in the kitchen, and the atmosphere was better during dinner. Although Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's attitude was still a little stiff, but at least they were able to have a good conversation with Wen Feixun, chatting about some simple things, Wen Feixun also responded politely.

Seeing that there was only the last piece of sweet and sour pork ribs left on the plate, Jiang Yu was about to pick it up, but before the chopsticks touched it, Jiang Ma quickly picked it up and placed it awkwardly on Wen Feixun's chest. In the bowl: "Here, these ribs are delicious, Xiao Wen, try it."

"...Thank you, Auntie."

Jiang Yu: "..."

Don't think of 'tasting' until you finish a plate?Is it too late, dear mommy?

He held his breath in his throat and was about to swallow it when he saw a pair of chopsticks stretched out from the bowl in front of him. Wen Feixun, who was sitting next to him, took advantage of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother burying their heads in the meal, and let out the last piece of sweet and sour into his bowl, and then quietly motioned him to eat quickly.

Jiang Yu: "..."

He 'quietly' gnawed the ribs in a complicated mood, caught a glimpse of Jiang's father and Jiang's mother's strange eyes cast over him 'quietly', and really wanted to let out a long sigh.

One dinner, it turned out that everyone was carefully 'secretly' making small moves.

But the table is so big, who can hide it from anyone with a little trick!

I can only 'quietly' hide my 'awareness' again.

It's like a Russian nesting doll.

After the meal, Jiang Yu drove Wen Feixun to watch the news with Jiang's father, and went to the kitchen to help Jiang's mother wash the dishes. He was in charge of washing with dish soap, and Jiang's mother was in charge of flushing.

Neither of them spoke at first, but Jiang Yu asked in the middle of the bath, "Mom, what do you think of Fei Xun?"

Jiang Ma was silent for a moment, then sighed: "You have already made up your own mind, why are you asking me?"

"I'm selfish and greedy. I want everything. I want to be with the person I like, and I also want you and Dad's blessing."

"Well, if you can be considered selfish, how many people are there who are not selfish?" Jiang Ma shook her head and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, "Many times, I still hope that you will be more selfish. Live better."

"That's not necessarily true." Jiang Yu smiled.

"Actually, I know you had a hard time a while ago." Jiang Ma's sudden words made the smile on Jiang Yu's face fade away.

"Two or three months ago, I felt that there was something wrong with every WeChat message you sent me, and I didn't answer the phone several times. It was not like this before. You are my son, and there is a heart between mother and child. Inductive." Jiang Ma smiled bitterly.

"Later I went to contact your agent. You gave me her number before. The first time I called, she was unwilling to say anything to me at first, and she found a lot of reasons. I could hear it all. It was an excuse, but I let it go later and told me a little bit about your situation..."

Jiang Yu couldn't help interrupting her: "Actually, that's the process of acting, it's nothing—"

Jiang Yu's voice stopped abruptly because Jiang Ma suddenly hugged him.

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