After get off work, the two were called to the office and scolded. They also deducted 500 yuan each, and they worked for nothing for a week.
When Wen Xiaohui walked out of the studio, he felt that his whole body had lost all strength, and every step was like pouring lead on his feet. Today was like his own good day, and he was in pain from the moment he opened his eyes until now. Although he wanted to save money, he couldn't help but take a taxi.
Staggering home, he picked up his nose and smelled the aroma of food wafting from the house. This ordinary, simple smell, which would not attract any attention from him at ordinary times, moved him very much at this time, because from this morning to now, his mind is full of thoughts about the boy who lost his father, was abandoned by his mother, and for ten years. Luo Yaya left home to work when she was young and ended her life at a young age. Such ordinary happiness is probably hard for her to find.
He pushed open the door, and Feng Yuehua's voice came from the kitchen: "You son of a bitch, come in and take off your shoes!"
"knew."
Wen Xiaohui put on his slippers and walked into the kitchen.
Feng Yuehua turned his head to look at him, with a worried expression on his face, and when he saw that he was not in good spirits, his eyebrows furrowed: "What's wrong with you, are you sick?"
"No, it's just that drinking is uncomfortable."
"You still have the face to say it?"
Wen Xiaohui scratched his hair: "It's my friend's birthday."
Feng Yuehua gouged him out: "I came back crying in the morning, and those who didn't know thought you were raped."
Wen Xiaohui didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, do you want to be so tough?"
Feng Yuehua snorted, "Have you lost your love?"
"That's not it." Wen Xiaohui walked over and hugged Feng Yuehua's waist, and said coquettishly, "I haven't found a hunk who is eighteen centimeters long and has eight-pack abs. Where did the lovelorn come from?"
Feng Yuehua gave him a blank look: "Shameless." His expression was relieved.
He and his mother have talked about almost everything since they were young. His mother is more fashionable. Back then, she dared to try new things such as miniskirts, flared pants, perms, and eyebrow tattoos. She was still in her forties. Dare to wear, dare to wear, well maintained, so he never hides from his mother that he likes men, and his mother accepts it frankly.
He put his face on his fucking shoulder, feeling calmer. Tomorrow... Can he calmly face that "nephew" he has never met.
After work the next day, Wen Xiaohui rushed to the address that Lawyer Cao had sent him.
When he got out of the subway, he turned around. He grew up in the capital, but he had never been to this place.
After asking someone for the way, he headed south.
After walking for almost ten minutes, he still didn't see the building mentioned by the passers-by. He felt a little irritable and anxious, because of his getting lost, and also because of the people he was about to meet.
There was a sound of a bicycle behind him, he turned his head to stop someone to ask for directions, but when he turned around, he saw that the bicycle was almost behind him, and his eyes met, Wen Xiaohui didn't have time to see what the other person looked like, he just remembered that Surprise flashed across the pair of dark and bright eyes, and both of them were startled at the same time. He lost his center of gravity around the bicycle and was directly blown to the ground.
The bicycle made a screeching sound of emergency braking.
Wen Xiaohui lay on the ground, feeling powerless for a moment, the pain was not painful, but he felt that from yesterday to now, everything was not going well, which made him feel quite tired.
"Sorry, are you okay?" Wen Xiaohui's heart trembled when a clear voice came from above his head. It was a timbre that belonged to teenagers, between youthful and mature. The voice had an ethereal feeling like sunlight penetrating the air and swaying the earth, which made people feel numb all over.
Wen Xiaohui couldn't help but look up, first he saw a pair of clean white sneakers, then a pair of long legs wrapped in blue school uniform sweatpants, and then the hem of a snow-white shirt, one by one simple and smooth Buttons, half-rolled sleeves, and finally a stretching collarbone and a raised Adam's apple. The white headphone cable hanging from the boy's neck dangled in front of his eyes, like a hypnotic clock, which made people lose their minds for a short while. Wen Xiaohui felt his body was a little hot, and he was too nervous to look up. Although he has already worked, it has been less than a year since he left the school uniform. The boy's voice and figure alone have already made him a little distracted.
"What's wrong with you, did you hurt yourself?" The boy squatted down.
Wen Xiaohui raised his head and met a pair of deep and beautiful eyes. He was a little disappointed and a little excited. He was disappointed because the boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, too young. He was excited because he had a pair of eyes that did not disappoint him at all. He has a super handsome face with a voice and figure, delicate and smooth skin, black and thick hair, eyelashes look like two fans from bottom to top, exceptionally bright red lips, the whole body exudes the breath of youth and sunshine, so dazzling.
Wen Xiaohui felt his heart beat a few times. Although he always liked mature men and was not interested in such young boys, this boy was really good-looking, which inevitably aroused people's daydreams. In a daze, he always felt that this young man looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he saw him.
The boy's eyes also kept cruising on Wen Xiaohui's face, his eyes were particularly bright.
Wen Xiaohui's face became hot when he saw it.
The boy helped him to stand up.
After Wen Xiaohui stood up straight, he found that this child was taller than him. Although he was not very tall, he was still a standard 177cm. The nutrition of these juniors was really good.
The boy said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was listening to a song, and my mind was a little distracted, where did you get hurt?"
"It's just a scrape, it's fine." Wen Xiaohui patted his pants.
"Are you really okay, do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No need." Wen Xiaohui waved his hand.
The boy looked at him fixedly, as if he had no intention of leaving.
Wen Xiaohui thought of something, took out his mobile phone and showed him the text message: "Hey, do you know this place? I can't find it."
The boy glanced at the text message, his Adam's apple slipped, and he took a deep look at Wen Xiaohui: "It's just on the way, I'll take you there."
"Really, thank you."
The boy patted the back seat: "Come on."
Wen Xiaohui stepped into the back seat, looked at the waistline looming under the boy's white shirt, thought he would not take advantage of the bastard, so he hugged him politely.
The boy's body seemed to be stiff, and he rode the bicycle quickly.
Wen Xiaohui wanted to say something, but felt that it was not good to hook up with an underage boy. After all, he still liked mature men, not to mention that he was really not in the mood right now, so he simply gave up.
The boy didn't speak, and rode his bike quietly.
A cool spring breeze blew across the face, Wen Xiaohui narrowed his eyes comfortably, a faint smell of shaving water wafted in the air, it was refreshing and pleasing to the eye, and the boy's white shirt was blown up, as if there was nothing there Gently stroked Wen Xiaohui's cheek, filled with the dry breath of sunshine.
Many years later, this scene is still deeply engraved in Wen Xiaohui's mind. Even when he recalls it, it seems that the smell of shaving water mixed with sunlight is still in his breath, as beautiful as the warmth of April. Yang, warm and pure to make people intoxicated.
Soon, the boy parked the car in front of a small winery. The winery's facade is not big, but the pure European-style decoration is very tasteful, and the details are very delicate.
Wen Xiaohui said: "That's right, it's here, thank you."
"Go in." The boy said.
"Well, thanks, handsome guy." Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath and walked in with a heavy heart.
A man in his thirties walked out of the winery. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was tall and wore strict gold-rimmed glasses. He looked dignified and completely elite: "Mr. Wen? Hello."
"Hello, this is Lawyer Cao."
"Yes. It just so happens that you are all here." Cao Hai looked behind Wen Xiaohui.
"Us?" Wen Xiaohui was startled, then turned his head, and found that the young man followed in quietly.
A dazzling spark flashed in his mind, causing his brain to go blank for a moment. He suddenly remembered why this boy looked familiar to him, because he looked like Luo Yaya.
The young man stood straight behind him, with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his delicate and childish face, and he said in a voice as clear as spring water, "Hello, uncle."