yellow sorghum

It's really strange, Wang Jia can really say what's wrong with Liam, Yu Minglang is gay, he once thought about it in that direction, but Wang Jia is a pure straight man, and has a girl he likes, so he doesn't think so at all. Go to that level.

However, he can feel that Wang Jia treats himself differently from other people. He obviously takes care of him, as if he would support him no matter what. Didn't go back to the dormitory, when facing him, he was so delicate that he didn't look like a big man at all, just like an old woman, but towards other roommates, Wang Jia was still so careless and careless, if it wasn't for him When he dated a girl in his sophomore year, Yu Minglang really thought he had something for him.

In the first few years of his university, it was a very pleasant time for a few people to fight and fight like this. During this period, except for winter and summer vacations, he would not go back to Yu's house even if he was in a city. He and Yu Zhengyan Yu Zhengyan would call him and ask him casually about his study and situation, and the two of them would hang up after a few words, as if they were fulfilling their obligations between father and son.

The roommate who has lived with him for several years knows almost nothing about him except his name. Everyone is a child of an ordinary family, and they don’t think about it so much, let alone take the initiative to ask other people’s family name. For such a disrespectful question, they only knew that Yu Minglang's family was rich, but they never thought about who his father was, so when Yu Zhengyan appeared on their campus for the first time, everyone was stunned.

The man in a neat suit who often appears on the headlines of financial magazines, how can they be unfamiliar to finance students? The man who is like a god in the business world is standing in front of them at this moment, and the corners of his eyes that are always serious are slightly softened. , asked them with a smile: "Are you Mingming's classmates?"

Wang Jia was too nervous to speak, and stammered: "Yes, yes."

While several people were stunned, they heard Yu Minglang call out: "Father."

Yu Zhengyan looked at his watch and said to him, "Just now the housekeeper called you and you didn't answer, so I'll come pick you up myself."

Yu Minglang hummed: "Mute the phone off."

Yu Zhengyan: "Let's go."

"There will be class later."

Yu Zhengyan could not refuse, but said: "There is something important, and I will ask someone to ask for leave for you later."

Yu Zhengyan brought him in front of a restaurant. The retro building only has two floors, but it occupies an unexpectedly large area. After they got off the car, someone led them through the duplex corridor. Yu Zhengyan said: " Zhu Ya is going back to China."

Yu Minglang was taken aback, Zhu Ya was going back to the country...

"The parents of the Zhu family want to see you."

Yu Zhengyan looked back at him: "You never go home, so I can only go to school to find you."

Yu Minglang couldn't figure out the meaning of his words, so he followed him silently.

The waiter stopped in front of a separate room and said softly to the two, "Here it is."

After she finished speaking, she thoughtfully pushed the door open, and low voices of conversation came from the door, mixed with a few jokes.

Yu Zhengyan walked in front, and Yu Minglang followed behind him. There was a round wooden table in the large private room, covered with a beige tablecloth with brown patterns, and some dishes were already spread on the table. Wait for the two of them to come.

"Sorry, I'm a little late."

Zhu Zheng smiled and nodded: "It's not too late, we came earlier."

On his left sat a man and a woman, middle-aged. The man had gray hair on his temples, and he was majestic, but he had a smile on his face. The woman sitting next to him was graceful and well-groomed. Seeing Zhu Ya's shadow on their bodies, the two should be Zhu Ya's parents, but beside them, there was a person sitting with his head down, showing a clean forehead, with broken hair scattered between his foreheads, making his nose bridge high and his eyes straight. His eyes were deep and the corners of his lips were sharp. When he raised his head, his eyes met Yu Minglang's.

Yu Minglang was startled, he looked at Yu Zhengyan with a look of astonishment, his teeth trembling slightly.

Yu Zhengyan didn't change his face, as if he didn't see his questioning eyes, he just pushed him in front of Zhu Zheng.

Zhu Zheng squinted his eyes to look at him, his voice hoarse: "Oh, what's the matter, your face is so pale, is it sick?"

Yu Minglang's lips were bloodless, he managed to pull out a smile, and replied: "The wind blows on the road."

Zhu Zheng smiled and said, "Young man, you need to exercise more!"

As he spoke, he introduced to Yu Minglang: "This is Yaya's father and mother. Her mother just came back from abroad and just wanted to see you."

Yu Minglang called obediently: "Uncle, aunt."

Zhu Ya's mother looked at him very softly, obviously liking this young man very much.

When it came to that young man, Zhu Zheng's tone obviously paused: "This... is Yaya's younger brother, Zhu Sen."

"Zhu Sen" raised his head, his eyes fixed on Yu Minglang, as deep as a black pool, as if he wanted to suck people in, Yu Minglang only felt that the blood around him seemed to be frozen, and his heart constricted in vain. For a moment, he was almost out of breath.

Zhu Zheng's attitude towards "Zhu Sen" was obviously not as good as Zhu Ya's, and he was even a little cold. He didn't introduce the child too much, and when the dishes were served one by one, Zhu Zheng waved his hand: "Everyone eat."

He is the patriarch at home, and even a ruthless person like Zhu Yixi seems to be overwhelmed by his father's side.

At the dinner table, Zhu Ya's mother was talking to Yu Minglang all the time, and she almost said the word "like". Yu Minglang tried his best to answer her question, but his eyes seemed guilty, and he didn't dare to look aside, but he knew , The man's eyes never left him for almost a moment.

The dinner ended more than an hour later. The night wind in early summer made people very comfortable. Yu Minglang accompanied Zhu Zheng and sent their family to the car. "Zhu Sen" got on the last car. He only got into the car after an elder got into the car. Before leaving, he glanced at the people behind him as if casually, and then got into the car. The car drove away slowly in front of Yu Minglang. Pour in the cool wind and blow the fine hair of the youth. .

He seems to be thinner than before, his cheeks are slightly concave, but he is very good-looking. He looks a bit like those male models in Europe and America. Yu Minglang has never seen him in a formal suit. He is dressed in a gray suit. The person on the cover of the magazine was tall and good-looking, making people unable to move their eyes away, and he only dared to sneak a glance at it, like drinking poison to quench thirst.

A gust of night wind woke him up, his teeth trembled slightly, like a person shivering in the cold winter, his whole body was icy cold, it was really cold... A man he hadn't seen for almost four years, suddenly felt like this It's really a big joke to appear in front of yourself in this way!

Yu Zhengyan's hand slowly rested on his shoulder, exerted a little force, and called out, "Qingming."

"Don't call me that," Yu Minglang answered him hoarsely, his hand was trembling but he opened Yu Zhengyan's hand forcefully, he turned his head, his eyes were moist, he bit his lip stubbornly, and repeated it again , "Don't call me that!"

Yu Zhengyan's voice carried a warning: "Qingming!"

Yu Minglang's eyes were completely red at this moment, and the liquid in his eye sockets finally swayed with his movements. Yu Zhengyan was also taken aback when he saw his tears, and all the words in his mouth were blocked.

He heard Yu Minglang ask him almost in a sad voice: "Are you really... my father?"

Yu Zhengyan looked at him with puzzled eyes, wondering why his son would ask such a question.

Yu Minglang took a step back, suddenly broke down in sobs, he covered his half-drowsy eyes with his slender fingers, trying to block his sudden outburst of ugliness.

Yu Zhengyan sighed, took him into his arms, gently held the back of his head with his hands, and stroked his hair comfortingly like he did when he was a child: "Of course, I am your father."

Through his fingers, he could see Yu Zhengyan's chest, you are my father, why do you step on everything about me again and again, why do you hardly treat me like a person.

Yu Zhengyan whispered in his ear, "His name is Zhu Sen, not the one you know."

The corners of Yu Zhengyan's mouth almost hooked into a cruel arc. He smiled and showed his teeth, and patted Yu Minglang's shoulder: "Minglang, don't be afraid, they don't know, Dad has already taken care of it."

"So you must too, obediently."

The early summer wind made people feel refreshed, and Yu Zhengyan let out a comfortable sigh: "Let's go, it's getting late, I'll take you back to school."

He hugged his son's thin shoulders, not thinking about rubbing the liquid on his clothes.

Yu Minglang has been shivering since getting in the car, like a very cold person, Yu Zhengyan said to the driver: "Turn up the air conditioner."

Yu Minglang's face was pale, his fingertips were pale as he held on to the edge of the car window.

Yu Zheng grunted: "You don't look very good, did you catch a cold, why don't you go home, I'll ask the housekeeper to call the doctor over."

When Yu Minglang heard it, his body suddenly trembled, almost screaming: "Back to school!"

He choked up a lump in his throat: "Go back to school, please."

Yu Zhengyan let out a low laugh, and reached out to stroke the top of his hair: "You kid, go back to school as soon as you go back to school, you can ask for anything."

He said to him in a very gentle tone: "Okay, listen to you, go back to school."

In the bumpy car, only the sound of the wind brushing against the car body along the road could be heard. After an unknown amount of time, the person huddled together suddenly murmured: "I will be obedient."

It took Yu Zhengyan a long time to understand what he said, and there was a little smile in his eyes.

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It’s another day of writing about Calvin, and I’ll post a double update, everyone, let’s comment~ hehe