Don't be shy

The door, which was closed just now, was pushed open from the inside at once. Inside stood a well-dressed middle-aged man. His eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Jiang Song's. There was a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. He looked like a man. scholar.

Xie Yao was startled, and when he came back to his senses, he subconsciously took a step back to distance himself from Jiang Song.

When he looked up, Jiang Song had a smile on his face, but two strings of small flames appeared in his eyes.

Xie Yao knew he was in the wrong, so he was cleverly picked up by Jiang Song, and his shoulders were squeezed tightly.

"Dad." Jiang Song called out from the side.

Xie Yao hesitated for two seconds before calling out, "Uncle Jiang, I'm sorry."

Father Jiang pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose, glanced at Jiang Song, and then stretched out his hand to slap Xie Yao's hand away.

"It's been a hard journey, come in first, your aunt is already waiting in the living room." Father Jiang said to Xie Yao.

Jiang Song put down the hand that was slapped away, and hung down to hold Xie Yao. Xie Yao struggled twice but failed to break free.

He walked in behind Jiang's father, taking advantage of the closing time to distance himself from the people in front of him, and then approached Jiang Song to disagree sullenly.

"Let go first, uncles and aunts will see."

Xie Yao motioned to lift his held hand.

Jiang Song leaned close to his ear and smiled: "Don't let go."

Without waiting for Xie Yao to get angry, Jiang Song used his hands hard to hold his hand and strode up to his father in front of him.

Jiang's father turned his head to glance at them, his eyes wandered around the hands of the two men hanging by their sides, and they held each other tightly.

Xie Yao froze all over, the anger of being teased disappeared immediately, at this moment he just felt at a loss.

The next moment, I saw Uncle Jiang, who had a great temperament, slapped Jiang Song on the back, and the palm touched the vest, making a toothache sound.

"Stinky boy playing hooligans in broad daylight!"

Jiang's father frowned at Jiang Song: "Let go of your hands."

Xie Yao was taken aback by the huge contrast between Jiang's father and the front, and then he felt sorry for Jiang Song's slap, he shook his hand and opened his mouth to explain, but Jiang Song's hand seemed to be stuck to his, and he was tight Hold tight and never let go.

Xie Yao had no choice but to be very nervous, so he could only continue to hold hands and explained to Father Jiang: "It's nothing, you blame me, I was the one who held on to my brother's hand!"

Father Jiang stared at Xie Yao, and the child immediately tensed up.

His eyes behind the lens were deep, looking at the tragic expression of the young couple who were inseparable, every word he uttered was full of resentment: "You two are like this, what is the difference between me and that Fa Hai."

Xie Yao was dumbfounded: "...Huh?"

Jiang Song stretched out his hand to stop him from moving around his body, and said with a smile: "My dad has this personality, and he looks so reliable, but he is actually very detached. Just ignore him."

"Songsong is right, come and have a seat!"

Walking into the living room, Mother Jiang, who couldn't wait to get up from the sofa, came over, first punched Father Jiang, and then waved to Xie Yao with a smile.

Jiang Song pushed Xie Yao behind and pushed him over there, Xie Yao turned to look at him.

Jiang Song smiled: "Go and sit down."

Knowing that he couldn't refuse, Xie Yao's ears turned red, and he tried to walk over naturally, sitting between Jiang Song and Jiang's mother.

"Your name is Xie Yao, right? Can I call you Yaoyao?"

Xie Yao raised his head, met Shang Jiang's mother's gentle eyes, and suddenly something in his heart was touched, he lowered his eyes and nodded.

"Yao Yao."

Mother Jiang called him with a smile, Xie Yao paused: "I'm here."

"So cute." Jiang's mother was very satisfied, and looked Xie Yao up and down several times, feeling very relieved.

"Yaoyao is so good-looking, standing next to my Songsong, it looks like a good match."

Jiang Song nodded and answered, his tone agreed: "You are right."

Jiang's father snorted coldly: "When you see someone, you are so happy that you can't find Bei? When you didn't see him just now, you still called out to teach your son a lesson, so that he would know the consequences of not telling the family when he falls in love."

"The result? Look at you now, you don't have any persistence!"

Jiang's father hates that iron cannot be made into steel.

Jiang Song's mother slapped him again, and his father immediately shut up.

Auntie turned her head and smiled at Xie Yao: "Your uncle has no brains, and his words are very smelly. Don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Xie Yao rubbed his ears, a little embarrassed: "It's okay, this is indeed our mistake."

Jiang's mother couldn't help but patted Xie Yao's head, "Good boy, didn't you eat on the way, are you hungry? I asked my aunt to prepare some food, let's eat."

Xie Yao, who ate bread and drank milk in the car and was not hungry at all, met Shangjiang's mother's gentle and smiling eyes, sniffed and nodded: "I am indeed a little hungry, thank you auntie."

The atmosphere at the dinner table was very harmonious. Xie Yao quietly observed Jiang Song's two relatives, and concluded that the two parents were very easy-going.

Although Jiang's father looks like he doesn't eat fireworks, but judging from his being beaten up by his aunt four times in one meal and not getting angry, this can be regarded as a good-natured and down-to-earth in disguise.

The Jiang family's property was passed down from the ancestors, and several generations of the company have worked hard to pass it down to Jiang's father, and the family property is already very rich.

Jiang's father is not interested in doing business. Although he took over the family property, he is engaged in education and clerical work.

The two of them just retired in the past two years, and the couple started to travel all over the world. The company was handed over to Jiang Song, and someone was hired to take care of it. They lived a comfortable two-person world by themselves.

After eating, I spent a while with my aunt in the yard, and Jiang's mother patted Xie Yao's hand that was supporting her.

"Don't be nervous, we just want to see you when we go back to China this time."

She smiled, "Songsong hasn't dated anyone for so many years, and I found you as soon as I looked for it. We just want to have a meal with you two."

As she said that, she took out a bank card from which bag she didn't know.

Xie Yao's heart skipped a beat, and he saw Jiang's mother handing him the bank card, and said with a smile, "This is Song Song's dowry, you take it."

Xie Yao's hands trembled, his mind was muddled, and he stared at Jiang's mother trembling: "I, I can't take it!"

Jiang's mother couldn't help but put the card into his coat pocket, and pressed Xie Yao's hand that was about to take it out.

"I told you, then you can keep it, don't be embarrassed."

Seeing that Xie Yao was chattering his teeth nervously, she was overjoyed immediately: "You child, why are you so nervous? I'm not here to force a marriage, you two can fall in love and let nature take its course. We'll just take a look and we won't interfere."

"The door-to-door ceremony is a common custom for young couples to meet their parents, so you don't have to be embarrassed."

Xie Yao also knew that he had no way to refuse, so he nodded and didn't say anything about returning it. Mother Jiang was very satisfied.

"Let's go, it's cold outside, go in and sit down, I'll show you the photos of Songsong when he was a child."

The couple walked upstairs, and Jiang's father patted Jiang Song's shoulder behind him: "You, go and replace your mother."

Jiang Song glanced at his father and smiled: "Okay, let's live our own two-person world."

Jiang's father didn't speak, just pushed him, with a silent urging.

As soon as Mama Jiang took out the photo album upstairs, there was a knock on the door.

The two looked up, and Jiang Song leaned against the door: "Mom, this is my photo album, my black history, let me share it with Yaoyao myself."

He walked over and took the photo album from Jiang's mother, and pushed her away.

"You, why don't you go and stay with my dad, he's even jealous of his future daughter-in-law."

Xie Yao was behind, distracted by the words "daughter-in-law", blushing and standing there with thick neck, at a loss what to do.

Jiang Song sent his mother away, turned around and saw Xie Yao so shy that his hair was burning hot, he closed the door funny.

Xie Yao was startled, and was about to walk to the door: "What are you doing closing the door?"

But before he reached the door, Jiang Song leaned over and stuffed him into his arms, put his hands around Xie Yao's waist, lowered his head and kissed him on the mouth, and suddenly Xie Yao almost jumped up.

Xie Yao touched his mouth, his fingertips trembling: "Kiss, why do you kiss me?"

Jiang Song kissed him several more times in a row, making Xie Yao blush.

For the last time, Jiang Song pressed his lips against Xie Yao, pried open the window and explored deeply, put his arms around Xie Yao's waist, lifted his chin, and exchanged hot breaths.

At the end, Jiang Song grabbed him and smiled lightly: "Baby, don't be weak."

Xie Yao pounded his head into Jiang Song's chest, and was so ashamed that he didn't say a word, he was so depressed that he didn't want to raise his head.

Jiang Song coaxed him for a long time before coaxing him out, half dragging and half hugging Xie Yao, and took him to the bedside of the room to sit down.

Open the photo album.

The album records many photos of Jiang Song from birth to the present, including photos of the full moon, little red flowers in the kindergarten, photos of his first award in elementary school, and even a love letter he received in high school.

The love letter in the photo has no content, just a pink envelope with the words: For classmate Jiang Song, with a small heart drawn on the back.

Jiang Song pulled out the photo and threw it into the trash can.

Xie Yao reached out to pick it up: "What are you throwing away?"

Jiang Song hugged him: "That was my mother's prank. At that time, I missed her birthday because of playing games. She was very angry, so she wrote this thing and took a photo. There was nothing in it, just an envelope, saying To make my future lover jealous, teach me a lesson."

Xie Yao picked up the photo, and Jiang Song hugged and rubbed his neck.

"So my little boyfriend, do you want to teach me a lesson?"

Jiang Song seems to know how lethal his voice is to Xie Yao, and he always likes to talk in his ear every time, and the ambiguity value is directly filled up.

Xie Yao pushed him away with a blushing face, and changed the subject in a serious manner: "Auntie keeps things carefully, how can you just throw them away." He put the photo back again.

Xie Yao flipped through the photo album, from Jiang Song's infancy to his teenage years, and finally his eyes stopped on a group photo.

On the top, Jiang's father is still very young, with a kind middle-aged woman standing beside him, and in front of him is Jiang Song, who is twelve or thirteen years old, and a small milk doll.

Seeing that he was interested in this photo, Jiang Song said: "That year my dad was a professor at University A, and he took me to their school for a walk, and met his teacher, and the kid next to him, if I hadn't If I remember correctly, it is the teacher’s little grandson.”

Xie Yao's hand paused for a moment, his thoughts wandered a bit, but he would soon be fascinated, so he hummed and continued to scroll down.

"This photo was taken when I went to City C to participate in a piano competition in junior high school."

Xie Yao looked in the direction he pointed. The kid in the photo looked only twelve or thirteen years old, wearing a serious little suit, sitting in front of the piano, under the spotlight, elegantly like a little prince.

Xie Yao looked at Xiao Jiang Song in the photo, and reached out to touch it.

"I also learned the piano."

Jiang Song smiled in surprise: "So powerful?"

Xie Yao pursed his lips: "But that was already a matter of ten years old, and I have almost forgotten it now."

Jiang Song watched him staring at this photo for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Want to play together?"

Xie Yao turned his head in surprise: "What?"

Jiang Song pulled him up and opened the door with the photo album: "Next door is my piano room. Although I haven't touched the piano for several years, my aunt has been cleaning it well."

The piano room is very clean, spacious and bright inside. A piano is placed on the carpet in the center, bathed in the sunlight coming in from the window.

Jiang Song walked over, involuntarily pulled Xie Yao to sit down, opened the cover of the piano, stretched out his hand and pressed on the black and white keys, and the melodious sound of the piano came out.

"It still works."

Jiang Song turned his head, took Xie Yao's hand and put it up: "To Alice, will you?"

This is a piece that beginners can master, Xie Yao paused: "Remember some."

"That's fine, come on."

The first key of the piano was pressed, and the sound of music leaked out. Xie Yao's movements were very unfamiliar, and the music he played was not smooth, but Jiang Song guided him with a smile and was very patient. The intermittent music in his ears began to coherent , even into a complete "Fur Elise".

Outside the window was a rare sunny day after the heavy snow. The piano room was well lit, and the sunlight happened to focus on the piano. When the notes jumped, Xie Yao's mood began to stir. He felt that the hands on the keys seemed to be glowing.

Both of them hadn't touched the piano for a long time, some played wrong notes, and some were awkward. A piece of music was poorly completed, but Xie Yao was very happy.

At the end of the last syllable, Jiang Song reached out and squeezed Xie Yao's fingers.

"great."

Xie Yao turned to look at him, his mood fluctuated, his heartbeat could not be calm for a long time, he opened his mouth, and suddenly said: "The person in that photo is actually me."

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感谢在2022-01-0123:47:15~2022-01-0223:28:59期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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