Senior, follow me

Fang Qiao's arrival did help Yan Zicheng a lot.Fang Qiao was the one who bought food before and after the run, and Fang Qiao was the one who pushed Yan Jiming out for a walk. Fang Qiao paid almost all the work that needed to be moved, and lived directly in the hospital at night. He worked hard and never slacked off.For a while, the doctors and nurses were a little confused—does this family have two sons?

Yan Zicheng was very sorry, but whenever he wanted to do something with his own hands, Fang Qiao would grab it and not let him touch it.

Yan Zicheng was not used to being busy all of a sudden, so he simply went to his father's house to visit his nominal stepmother.

Yan Jiming's current wife is a little girl with no opinions. As soon as she heard the news that her husband was seriously ill, she was flustered.

It was under such circumstances that she secretly called Yan Zicheng.

Yan Zicheng knocked on the door, and the person who opened the door was a seven or eight-year-old boy, who vaguely resembled him in his eyebrows, looking up at him timidly.

Yan Zicheng hesitated, knelt down and patted his head.He has always known that he has a half-brother, but unfortunately he has never seen him.When I was young, I didn't bother to watch it, but in recent years, I didn't even have to watch it if I wanted to.

If Yan Jiming hadn't gotten sick, they probably wouldn't have any contact until they died...

"Xiaoqian, who's here?" A woman asked worriedly from inside the door.

The boy glanced at Yan Zicheng, dropped the door and ran away. Yan Zicheng was stunned, closed the door gently, and followed his footsteps into the inner room.

This house belongs to Yan Jiming's new family. Compared with Yan Zicheng's own home in memory, it is much softer and warmer.Maybe it's because the hostess is different. Yan Zicheng's mother is a woman with a strong character, she has her own opinions, she is strong and never compromises easily. Compared with Yan Jiming's new wife, she is a completely different type.

Yan Zicheng looked at this strange home and suddenly felt relieved.

Perhaps unsuitable people cannot live together after all. After all, Yan Jiming and his mother are not suitable enough to live a lifetime.

In the bedroom, the woman was lying on the bed, her face was a little pale, but compared to when Yan Zicheng saw her for the first time a few days ago, she was already better.Seeing her gradually recovering, Yan Zicheng was also somewhat relieved.

The woman was very happy to see him, and beckoned him to sit down.Yan Zicheng pulled up a chair and sat down. When he met the woman's eyes, he suddenly felt embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

The woman froze for a moment, then smiled, and greeted the little boy who came to hide aside, took his hand, and pointed to Yan Zicheng, "Xiaoqian, look at this big brother, his name is Yan Zicheng, he is your brother, remember?"

The boy stared at Yan Zicheng with big black and white eyes, and called out "brother" crisply.

Yan Zicheng was caught off guard, and it took him a long time to react, and he smiled.

The boy's name is Yan Ziqian, and he is his younger brother.

With the passage of time, Yan Jiming's condition showed no sign of improvement, on the contrary, it became more and more serious. The critical illness notice was issued several times, torturing Yan Zicheng's nerves a little bit.Under such circumstances, even if he had nothing to do, Yan Zicheng still withered away quickly.

Yan Jiming's waking time became shorter and shorter, and he was deeply in a coma most of the time.

Yan Zicheng guards Yan Jiming, Fang Qiao guards Yan Zicheng, and the two often stay awake at night until dawn.

Yan Zicheng's words became less and less, he was always in a daze, his mind was always distracted, his whole body was erratic like a light kite, as if he would disappear when the wind blows, Fang Qiao was very worried.

However, misfortunes never come singly, and at this critical period, something worse finally happened.

Fang Qiao's heart is full of Yan Zicheng, and he has long forgotten that he is in Beijing, and he has even forgotten his identity as a "black household".So, when he ran into his mother head-on in the hospital corridor, he was really stupid, and he didn't know how to react.

Yan Zicheng was walking beside him, but after taking two steps, he realized that he hadn't followed, and looked back suspiciously.

Fang Qiao's whole body was stiff, and she couldn't move her eyes from staring at his mother.

Before Yan Zicheng could react, Fang Qiao's mother came to her senses first, and her first reaction was to slap her son with the bag in her hand, startled and angry, "Stinky boy, why are you here!"

Yan Zicheng turned his head to look at her in shock, and then turned to look at Fang Qiao, his mind was blank, only the big word "it's over" remained.

Being discovered by Fang Qiao's mother was something neither of them had ever imagined.To be honest, Beijing is so big and full of people, the probability of two people who know each other meeting by chance is really pitifully low.But sometimes things are so coincidental that people have nothing to say.

Fang Qiao was dragged away by Fang's mother. Before leaving, this shrewd middle-aged woman still gave Yan Zicheng a suspicious look.Yan Zicheng stood where he was, staring blankly at Fang Qiao's back as he walked away, only feeling that Fang's mother's gaze made him feel cold all over.

Fang's mother took Fang Qiao home. Fang Qiao's father was still at work and did not come back. The room was quiet.

Fang Qiao didn't say a word, and stood in the living room with her head down, looking like she would be beaten or scolded.

When Fang's mother saw him like this, she became even more angry, she threw the things in her hand, and put her finger on the tip of Fang Qiao's nose, "Brat, raise your head up for me!"

Fang Qiao was startled by her and raised her head suddenly.

"The man from our old Fang's family, how could he be so timid and cowardly!" Seeing him looking up, Fang's mother was finally satisfied, and started to talk about business, "Okay, hurry up, confess and resist with leniency. Cong Yan, your parents provided you with living expenses for you to study in Chengdu, not for you to sneak back to Beijing to have a good time, what the hell is going on!"

As I said before, Fang Qiaotian is not afraid of anything, but he is afraid of his mother. Seeing his mother staring at him now, he dare not lie at the moment, and honestly said, "My senior's father has cancer, and he is alone. People can't take care of me, the senior...he has always taken care of me, so I came to help him..."

Mother Fang froze for a moment, this was an answer she hadn't guessed.Her first reaction was that her son was quite moral, he knew how to exchange favors and help others, and it seemed to be quite commendable... But after thinking about it, she figured out something was wrong, "It's not like you did something bad, Come back as soon as you come back, why do you have to hide it from the family? If I didn't just meet you by chance, would you still lie to me for ten days and a half a month?"

This time, Fang Qiao really couldn't explain it.He braced himself to bear Fang's mother's increasingly stern gaze, and was so stubborn that he didn't say a word.

Fang's mother noticed something strange, recalling the pale face of the boy next to him when she saw Fang Qiao in the hospital before, she always felt that there was something wrong with that expression, revealing a bit of despair and fear secretly exposed...

I have to say that Fang's mother is worthy of being one of the best middle-aged women in the neighborhood. She always has an extraordinary sensitivity and intuition when it comes to gossip. At this moment, after thinking about it, a terrible guess suddenly popped up in her heart.

She didn't know what homosexuality was, but she instinctively felt something was wrong.

Sometimes a woman's intuition is really scary.

Mother Fang barely suppressed the panic in her heart, and asked word by word: "Fang Qiao, tell Mom the truth, what is the relationship between your senior and you...?"

Fang Qiao raised her head suddenly, with a look of shock and disbelief.

There is no need to answer anymore, his expression is already the clearest answer.

Fang's mother only felt a palpitation, her lips trembled, and she couldn't say anything.She took a few steps back and sat on the sofa, feeling weak for a while.

"Mom!" Fang Qiao was startled, and wanted to go up to help her, but she pushed her away.

"Fang Qiao! You brat...you, are you crazy!" Fang's mother pointed at him, so angry that she couldn't speak smoothly.

Fang Qiao hesitated for a while, gritted her teeth and knelt down, but her spine was straight, "Mom, I dare not lie to you, and I don't want to lie to you, so I will tell the truth... I... I am indeed with the senior Together!"

"You...you..." Fang's mother only felt that her heart was burning, "Who is that senior of yours! How did you make you like this!"

"It's none of his business!" Fang Qiao shook her head, "Mom, it's really none of his business. I like him and chase after him to be with him. I didn't like girls when I was young. I like them naturally. It's the man—"

"What are you talking about!" Mother Fang picked up the things at hand and greeted Fang Qiao, "Are you saying that your father and I did not give birth to you right? Are you trying to piss your mother off! "

"Mom!" Fang Qiao didn't dare to hide, and leaned against each other abruptly, "Mom! That's not what I meant!"

"I never thought it was wrong to like boys. Since I am such a person, then I will live like this. I didn't kill or set fire. I live my own life. What's wrong?"

"You live your own life?" Fang's mother said, her eyes turned red, "How can you be so heartless? You think me and your father don't exist? Just live your own life, me and you What dad thinks, how your dad and I are doing, you don't care, do you?"

Fang Qiao had never seen his mother cry since she was a child. Fang's mother's eyes suddenly turned red, which made him panic and regretted for a while. I hurriedly wanted to explain, "Mom, don't do this, I didn't mean that! I just wanted to say that there is nothing I can do to like a man. It is my own problem. It really has nothing to do with your elder brother. I just like it." Man, I will still respect you both, and treat you both well, how could I think you don't care? Mom, oh, don't be like this..."

He wanted to get closer, but Fang's mother kept avoiding him. After a while, there was a sound of unlocking the door, and Fang Qiao's father came back.

Fang Qiao was taken aback, and knew something bad was going to happen.

As soon as Fang Qiao's father entered the room, he saw Fang Qiao kneeling on the ground, and Fang's mother in front of him had red eyes and was still crying. His first reaction was that the bastard had committed a crime and was mad at his mother.

"Fang Qiao, what are you doing again!" Fang's father roared, and ran to his wife without saying a word.

For so many years, he had never seen Fang's mother cry, and his heart ached so badly that he vented his anger on Fang Qiao and cleaned her up without saying a word.

Fang Qiao didn't stop him at all, and was finally thrown out of the house by his father.

He tidied up after a while, but felt much more comfortable. He saw that he still had a card on him, so he simply went to a nearby hotel to open a room, sent a text message to Yan Zicheng, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

As soon as he finished washing, he heard a knock on the door.

Opening the door, it was indeed Yan Zicheng who stood outside, panting, and fell into his arms.

Fang Qiao was terrified, and hurriedly brought him into the house, helped him to sit on the sofa.

Yan Zicheng drank a few sips of water, finally regained his strength, looked up at Fang Qiao, and felt a pain in his heart, "Did your mother hit you?"

The boy's handsome face was a little red and slightly swollen, and there were also large and small bruises on his bare/naked chest. It was obvious that he had been beaten.

"My dad beat me." Fang Qiao grinned, and added, "It doesn't matter, the beating is not severe. When I was young, I used to make a fuss and got beaten. My parents beat me well, and I'll be fine."

"You... have told your mother?"

"Don't mention it, my mother's eyes are like piercing eyes. I haven't said anything yet, she can't wait to guess everything, so I simply tell the truth."

"You!" Yan Zicheng was startled, grabbed his wrist, and said eagerly, "How could you do this? Can't you hide it from her anymore? Is it such a simple thing to come out? She has a buffer time, what if she gets angry and breaks her body? You really..."

He was so impatient for Fang Qiao's recklessness, he wished he could go to Fang Qiao's mother and explain the matter carefully, like an ant on a hot pot, Fang Qiao followed him around a few times, couldn't help but pull him from behind. hugged.

"Senior, I just don't want to lie to my mother, just like you don't want to lie to your father." Fang Qiao leaned into his ear and comforted him, "Besides, even if I can hide it from her for a while, it's impossible to hide it from her forever. Ah! Life is so long, you don’t want to spend it in secret all the time, do you?”

"But..." Yan Zicheng retorted, "But at least we can wait until we are older, when we have the ability to be independent and have enough capital, and then face the pressure of the family... I don't plan to spend my whole life Hidden, but I don't want to come out hastily when we are not ready!"

"I understand what you mean." Fang Qiao sighed, turned him around, and looked into his eyes, "But the plan can't keep up with the changes. If I didn't meet my mother in the hospital today, I would also take this matter to the public. Let it go later, think about it in a few years, we will be more calm... But since things have already happened, people like my mother can't hide it from her, let's find a way to deal with it, shall we?"

Yan Zicheng was silent for a while, and finally nodded.

Fang Qiao took him into her arms and whispered in a soft voice, "Don't be afraid, it will be fine..."

It seems to be speaking to him, and it seems to be speaking to myself.

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