yellow sorghum

Yu Zhengyan is a businessman. He likes to aim high and take a long-term view of everything. This is true for his own company, and it is also true for his own son.

He planned his life for Yu Minglang. He hoped that his son could complete his studies abroad, from high school to university to master or doctor. There was no high school in the first place, but the education systems of the two countries are very different. Thinking maybe it would be better for Minglang to get used to it in advance, the housekeeper asked if it would be too early, after all Yu Minglang was still young, but Yu Zhengyan said that 15 years old is not young.

In the first year of his arrival in Melbourne, Yu Minglang’s life was not easy. There were not many Asians in the school, and no one could speak Chinese. His English was not authentic. At the beginning, it was difficult to have a conversation, even going to a convenience store. It takes a long time to draw something to make the shop assistant understand it.But it will be fine after a long time, just like he can slowly adapt to the life here, he gradually has a fluent English without accent.

The first meeting between the father and son was on the day of the Chinese New Year. When Yu Zhengyan saw that his son and the waiter could communicate smoothly and without barriers, his eyes showed admiration. He said to Yu Minglang: " Your mother will be very happy if she sees it."

The two of them didn't like to talk about his mother very much, and Yu Minglang didn't have much impression of the woman who died young. In his mind, she was only frozen in the slightly old photo on his father's desk. Very satisfied.

He didn't have the happy expression after being praised, and even his tone was calm. He just said lightly: "It's all thanks to you, father."

Yu Zhengyan shook his hand reaching for the glass, and accidentally knocked over the glass on the table. The white water inside poured on the tablecloth and wet his sleeves.

He quietly picked up the napkin and wiped his cuffs, and said to his son, "You don't have to be so reserved."

Yu Minglang hummed, and the waiter who trotted over to deal with the mess blocked the sight of the two of them with his body. After the water glass was removed, the atmosphere returned to the way it was just now. This could be considered a reunion dinner, Yu Minglang thought, On the second day, Yu Zhengyan hurried back to the country again. He had a lot of things to do, even in the New Year, there were still a lot of things waiting for him to deal with.

The scene of that night left a deep impression on him. The father and son were thousands of miles apart, and the father with slightly gray hair on his temples was sitting in his office. He leaned his head on the soft chair and thought, When did the relationship between the two of them become so strange?

But every meeting in the past three years is no different from the first time. The only thing that makes him feel relieved is that this young boy who is growing up is more and more satisfying to him. He thinks that his wife has really done her best. The duties of a wife have given him such an excellent, almost perfect successor. His son is calm, academically excellent, and amazing in every way. What else is he not satisfied with?He thought maybe the relationship between father and son was like this, he would always use these to comfort himself, as long as his son was good enough, he shouldn't ask for more extravagant things.

Yu Minglang is indeed outstanding, no matter in terms of appearance or other aspects, he is the only Asian student in the class. He looks handsome and almost inherits the appearance of his deceased mother. He has black and fluffy hair, narrow and delicate eyes, and delicate eyes. Fair skin, a bit pale but with a healthy tinge of red, contradictory but not contradictory, his body is also long, his bones are covered with a layer of muscles that are no more, no less, very appropriate, the girls in the class People say that he looks like an angel beside God, and he seems to have no blemishes on his body.

Whenever someone mentions this, he will remember what the butler once said to him, that you and your husband are more and more like each other, and then he realizes that it is not the appearance, but the character and temperament. He looks at the mirror Touching his face, there was almost no resemblance to his father.

Foreign youths are presumptuous and wanton, very different from domestic children who stick to the rules. I have to say that living here is like a colorful world for Yu Minglang. He has come into contact with many different things. In China, Yu Zhengyan protected him so well that he knew almost nothing about many aspects, including sex.

No one would teach him how to deal with his physical impulses. The age at which he left was too divisive, which Yu Zhengyan didn't consider. He forgot that his son was also a developing young man.

No matter how long it has been, this still makes Yu Minglang feel fresh in his memory. His first release was in the hands of a man in a small toilet cubicle, accompanied by skillful comforting, which made him feel confused and confused. The white light of anticipation reached a peak.

In the ensuing gasp, Yu Minglang propped himself against the wall of the toilet behind him, his earlobe was being licked by someone, the man holding him was a white guy who was taller than him, his name was Liam, he was Yu Minglang's classmate, a dissolute The rich second generation, at this moment, he is leaning against his ear, and his breath is gushing there.

He surrounded Yu Minglang's ears with a seductive voice: "Are you happy? Yu, are you happy?"

Liam's hand was touching down, and Yu Minglang felt that his hand was about to reach his waist, and he only heard him say: "Can I make you happier?"

Yu Minglang was slightly drunk, he pressed those hands with his hands, blocking Liam's movement of trying to lift his t-shirt, and he whispered in his ear: "Really?"

Liam licked his neck and sneered twice: "Really."

He also added: "Yu, you are so cute."

The last words whispered in his ear: "Iwanttof**kyou."

Then?Then the tall Caucasian man was knocked down to the ground, his face was attacked sideways, his tall body hit the smooth tiles of the toilet, and he passed out directly.

Yu Minglang leaned against the wall and fastened his belt comfortably. He drank too much and his eyes were blurred. Liam muttered: "Fuck you uncle."

He swayed a little when he walked, and Liam's somewhat unscrupulous words flashed in his head, slightly surprised: "You don't know that men can still like men? Oh my God."

Yu Minglang stood in front of the mirror, looked at himself with a blushing face, took some water with his hand, sprinkled it on his face, looked at himself in the mirror for a while, and finally stretched out his hand and pointed his index finger at himself in the mirror , tilted his head slightly: "Can I like you?"

After he finished speaking, he sneered again, and walked out staggeringly, there was a lot of noise outside, colorful lights were shining, hitting the people writhing wildly in the center of the dance floor, he passed through the crowd, and walked to his seat , their booth is in the corner, there is a group of teenagers with drunken faces, leaning on the sofa, laughing with wine bottles in their hands, when they saw him coming out, a group of people whistled at him , implying the scene where the two of them entered the toilet just now, Yu Minglang smiled at the corners of his eyes, put his hand to his mouth, and whistled back without hesitation.

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