Hua Xiang felt that this was too fucking fucked up, how could he have thought of going out to make a barbecue, and lost his roommate in the end
Hua Xiang didn't care about the mutton skewers that fell on the ground, and immediately grabbed Li Weixi and said, "Mr. Li, you want to go?"
Li Weixi looked calm and calm: "I told you at the beginning that I have some problems with my funds and need to borrow for a while. Now that the problems are solved, I should go back."
He and Huaxiang were just roommates for a month, during which time his work seemed to stagnate, but in fact he still made a lot of moves in private.
When he returned to the United States this time, he didn't go home to "plead guilty"—his parents refused to accept his sexual orientation, and he had no intention of correcting his parents' stereotyped views.
It is true that he is the heir of the Li Group, but he is not the only heir. There are seven or eight "Mr. Li" in his family. I made some investments with my own capital.
Although the new company is incomparable with the behemoth of Li's Group, every brick and tile is his painstaking effort, and has nothing to do with Li's Group. When he returns to the United States this time, he plans to take charge of the new company and devote all his energy to his own industry in the future.
As for the various comfortable lives spent with Hua Xiang in the past month...
Treat it like a long vacation.
Seeing that Li Weixi had made up his mind to go, Hua Xiang became anxious immediately. It was clear that he and Li Weixi were at odds a month ago, but now that he heard that he was leaving, Hua Xiang felt an indescribably empty heart.
"You, why didn't you tell me in advance?"
"Isn't it just saying in advance now?"
Li Weixi spoke calmly, but actually felt a little guilty in his heart. He should have told Hua Xiang about this last week, but every time he wanted to speak, and every time he saw the boy's grinning smile, Li Weixi lost his courage.
The feeling of "hurt and parting"... even the hard-hearted Li Weixi would have it.
Hua Xiang became even more anxious. He grabbed Li Weixi's arm with his greasy hand, leaving five black fingerprints on the white shirt.
"No, you, you went back, what about my mother? My mother said, let you teach me well!"
"Aren't you very good now? You are mature and sensible, and your competition results are very good."
"What about Vincent, didn't he say that he would return to China to find you after a while? If you left, he would have missed it!"
"I have notified him by email. He has submitted his resignation letter and will join our company next week."
"What about the beef noodles! The beef noodles have just turned a little better. You have been with it during this time, and it will feel uncomfortable if you leave!"
"The beef noodle is recovering very well. I took it to the hospital for a re-examination today. Doctor Ren said that it will recover in a month."
"That...that..."
… what about me
However, the last question, before Hua Xiang could ask, was interrupted by Li Weixi.
"Hua Xiang." Li Weixi's voice resembled him very much, it was as cold as spring water flowing down from a snowy mountain, "The protagonist of today's dinner is not me, nor you, let's talk about it when we get home, don't let everyone down. "
Hua Xiang's whole body was pushed into the ice spring, his whole body shivered, and the figures of other people on the table finally appeared in his sight.
Ai Guo, who organized the dinner, looked surprised and couldn't talk at all. His wife was holding the wine bottle, his hands were frozen in the air, not knowing who to pour the wine for.
Qiu Qiu glanced at them worriedly out of the corner of his eyes, and didn't even care about eating. Fu Ruien was calm. He was putting the spicy onion, ginger, and garlic ingredients on the grilled eggplant into the plate. In the end, there was a piece of naked eggplant that had no taste, and he picked it into Qiu Qiu's bowl.
Hua Xiang finally came to his senses: Now is really not a good time to talk about personal matters...
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." In a blink of an eye, a big smile appeared on Hua Xiang's face. He took the wine bottle from Ai Guo's wife, stood up, and toasted Ai Guo. "Brother Guo, today you are the protagonist, I respect you."
The wine glass in his hand was already overflowing, and the white foam flowed down the table.
"Brother Guo, thank you for your care and guidance this month. I'll drink this glass of wine, you can do whatever you want."
Hua Xiang raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.
…
After the dinner, it was almost three o'clock in the morning. Hua Xiang was so drunk that he couldn't stand up, Li Weixi supported him, and he fell on the other side grunting.
Qiu Qiu felt dizzy: "...Didn't he just drink that cup?"
The most important thing for singers is to maintain their voices, especially the finals will be held in a week. They only ordered a bottle of beer today, which is still at room temperature. Most of that bottle of wine went into Ai Guo's stomach, Hua Xiang only drank half a glass of wine and half a glass of foam during the toast.
Brother Ai Guo read a lot and thought deeply.
"Hua Xiang is just pretending to be serious! He's unhappy, if you give him a bowl of fermented glutinous rice, he can drink it like wine."
"..."
Qiu Qiu couldn't help applauding for him, thinking that Ai Guo shouldn't be a rapper, but a philosopher.
Li Weixi's drinking capacity was practiced at the wine table, and he has never seen a young man like Hua Xiang who pours down a glass.
Although he looked disgusted on his face, he couldn't just sit and watch his roommate drunk and passed out by the side of the road. He sighed in his heart, put Hua Xiang's arm on his shoulder, and supported his waist with the other hand, and stumbled to the On the side of the road, reach out to hail a taxi.
But with a drunk beside him, Li Weixi couldn't get a taxi for a long time, so Qiu Qiu offered to take them home.
Li Weixi glanced at Fu Ruien who was standing aside with his pocket in his pocket, but said nothing.
Qiu Qiu: "Oh, Brother Li, don't worry about your godfather. I let you get in the car, and he dare not disagree."
Fu Ruien: "..." Well, he really didn't dare to disagree.
Fu Ruien and Li Weixi threw Hua Xiang into the back seat of the car and let him sleep against the window. Li Weixi condescended to sit next to Hua Xiang, taking care of this big drunk who just poured down a glass.
Before driving, Li Weixi asked: "Are there any plastic bags in the car? The kind used for shopping in supermarkets."
Fu Ruien: "...do you think I'm the kind of person who prepares supermarket shopping bags in the car?"
Seeing that the two were about to choke again, Qiu Qiu hurriedly said, "I have it, I have it, I have it!"
In order to protect the environment and save money, Qiu's father and Qiu's mother always brought their own plastic bags when they went shopping. Qiu Qiu followed them, and unconsciously developed the habit of putting a plastic bag in his bag. He hurriedly took out a medium-sized plastic bag from his backpack and handed it to Li Weixi.
"Brother Li, what do you want a plastic bag for?"
"I'm afraid he'll vomit."
"Wow, Brother Li, you are so considerate."
Li Weixi smiled, shook off the plastic bag, flattened it, and hung the two "handles" of the plastic bag on Hua Xiang's left and right ears, so that Hua Xiang's mouth was just aligned with the plastic bag , if you want to vomit, just bow your head.
Qiu Qiu: "..."
As expected of the big boss, he is really witty.
There were few cars in the middle of the night, and the car was driving fast along the way, heading towards Hua Xiang's house.
Fortunately, Hua Xiang was "strong" enough, he didn't vomit, and fell asleep in the car. With white plastic bags hanging from his ears, he looked extremely silly, he looked a bit like an old man in a Beijing opera, Qiu Qiu took the time to take two pictures, planning to laugh at Hua Xiang when he sobered up tomorrow.
After the car stopped, Li Weixi stepped out of the car first, then went around to the other side and opened the door.
Hua Xiang, who had been leaning on the car door, fell headfirst and just hit Li Weixi's arms.
Holding a dead pig in his arms, and the dead pig was desperately trying to hug him, Li Weixi felt that his whole body was tainted with the stench of beer stewed pig.
Fu Ruien can't stand by and watch: "...can I help?"
Li Weixi immediately agreed: "Thank you, help me send him to the elevator."
"...I'm just being polite."
"I know, so I'm not being polite to you."
Qiu Qiu stayed in the car to watch the car, watching the two of them drag the drunk Hua Xiang to the apartment building. This apartment is a gift from Hua's father for his son to be admitted to university. It is a hardcover white-collar apartment with four households on one floor. The two-bedroom and one-living room is especially suitable for newlyweds.
Sitting in the car, Qiu Qiu first saw the sensor lights in the lobby on the first floor turn on, and then saw the sensor lights in the elevator room turn on... As the elevator went up, a string of lights lit up, and finally it stopped at the twelfth floor. A few minutes later, in the dark apartment building, a small room was lit with warm lights.
Fu Ruien didn't stay at Huaxiang's house for too long, and quickly went downstairs and returned to the car.
The car gradually drove away from Hua Xiang's apartment building, and the lights swayed behind them, watching them drive towards home.
…
Because he stayed up too late the night before, Qiu Qiu insisted on sleeping until the sun was high the next day before getting up.
He yawned lazily, staggered up from the bed, casually put on his pajamas, and walked out of the bedroom in fluffy slippers.
As a result, as soon as he walked into the living room, a tempting smell of food hit his face.
Before Qiu Qiu woke up, he fell into a coma again in the aroma of steamed stuffed buns.
"Mom?!" Qiu Qiu looked at the figure busy in the kitchen in surprise.
Mrs. Dong wears an apron from a supermarket shopping around her waist, which is already covered with flour fingerprints. On the gas stove is a huge steamer with three layers of cages.
Fu Ruien's kitchen is completely decorated in Western style, with a marble-topped dining table in the middle, and cooking tables around it, including a stove, sink, oven, refrigerator, dishwasher, and so on. Now the table is filled with rows of noodles, not only steamed buns, but also a series of foods such as sugar triangle bean paste buns.
"Qiuqiu, these will be frozen in the refrigerator by then. When you cook in the morning, just steam a few and eat them."
Qiu Qiu was both moved and helpless when his mother put on such a big fight.
"Mom~" he said coquettishly, "You have worked so hard, it's too hard... Your son is also a good cook now, so you can rest and enjoy the happiness."
Teacher Dong reached out and tapped Qiu Qiu's forehead, leaving a white powder mark.
"Silly Qiuqiu, it's your job that you know how to cook, it's mom's job to worry about you."
I'm afraid this is maternal love. Even if the child has grown up and has his own family and career, in the eyes of his mother, he is still a small sapling that needs her life's effort to water it.
Qiu Qiu felt sore. Ever since her mother was transferred abroad to teach and educate people, the family always gathers less and leaves more. Every year during the Christmas holiday, my mother can go back to China to rest for two weeks. Before leaving, she always freezes dozens of steamed buns, hundreds of Only dumplings.
Before her mother went abroad for the first time, Qiu Qiu worried about the frozen food that was full of pits and valleys, and suspected that she would have to eat it for a whole year. Even Teacher Qiu criticized Teacher Dong for unnecessary actions.
... But in fact, it tastes really too fast.
This time Teacher Dong returned to China for a meeting, and she only stayed in China for a week, and she was leaving tomorrow.
Qiu Qiu was reluctant to part with his mother, and he did not want to show his sentimental side in front of her. He lowered his head and picked up a sugar triangle, and sealed the bitter taste in his mouth with warm and sticky brown sugar.
Mother Qiu is really good at making pasta. The steamed sugar triangle, which is bigger than a palm, is extremely fluffy. The skin of the dough is light yellow. Qiu Qiu carefully bites one of the corners, and swallows it into his stomach hot.
With a little force in the hand, the dark red syrup poured out of the triangle bag, soaking every inch of the dough. The more he ate, the more syrup there was, until Qiu Qiu didn't have time to sip the syrup, and the syrup was all over his hands, making him very embarrassed.
"Oh, you are so old, you can't even eat sugar triangles!" Teacher Dong thought to himself, how can I feel at ease with your appearance.
Qiu Qiu blushed and laughed, and after eating the sugar triangles in twos and twos, he was still not satisfied, and greedily put his fingers into his mouth to suck.
Teacher Dong scolded him: "You should learn dining etiquette from Xiaofu, he also ate a sugar triangle this morning, his hands are clean, and the bowl is also clean."
"Godfather also ate it? Does he think it's sweet?"
"He said it was sweet," Teacher Dong said angrily, "but it's not as sweet as yours."
Qiu Qiu: "Hey hey."
The current young couple can really say anything.
Because Fu Ruien felt that the tube building of the Qiu family was too cramped, he took Mr. Dong and Mr. Qiu to live downstairs, so that the three of them could see each other every day.
Teacher Qiu casually said that there is no direct bus downstairs to the publishing house, and Fu Ruien immediately arranged for the driver to pick him up every day, and specially chose a low-key and inconspicuous little Buick. A colleague from the publishing house saw it when I was giving it away, and the driver said cleverly: "Master, please give me a five-point praise if you are satisfied!"
Teacher Dong mentioned that she was planning to make some quick-frozen buns, fearing that the double-door refrigerator at Fu Ruien's house would not be able to fit it, so Fu Ruien immediately asked someone to buy a new freezer and deliver it to her door, and asked her if she needed some helpers. Teacher Dong was flattered: "What do the little workers do?" What am I doing?"
To be honest, for such a discerning daughter-in-law, if it wasn't for the wrong gender, the two teachers, Dong Qiu, would be completely satisfied with her.
But in terms of gender, Fu Ruien deducted too many points.
…
In the evening, Fu Ruien and Teacher Qiu got off work early, and together with Qiu Qiu, practiced for Teacher Dong who was about to leave.
The dining room was brightly lit, and four people were sitting around a large dining table, on which there were colorful, fragrant and delicious dishes.
Teacher Dong worked hard all day, and his hands were sore from making steamed buns. Naturally, Qiu Qiu was the cook for this meal. Because it was a practice banquet, Qiu Qiu pulled out all the stops and tried his best to show his mother his abilities.
The four of them chatted while eating. They were short of time before and didn't have a good chat. This time, Qiu's mother asked Qiu Qiu about the competition.
"It's a pity that the mother of the top three finals can't accompany you in China." She said regretfully, "I think you and Hua Xiang have a good relationship? You two don't affect your friendship because of the competition."
"No, no, no," Qiu Qiu said immediately, "We compete fairly, and we won't quarrel just because of one match."
"That's good. Mom usually reads entertainment news, and you can always see news about which star is incompatible with which star. It's true and false, false and true. We are outsiders who can't understand it. You will become an insider in the future, and you will definitely Involved in it."
Papa Qiu added: "Yeah, there are still rumors about couples, being a mistress, etc... Qiuqiu, my parents only want you to fall in love and live in a down-to-earth manner, and don't want you to get involved in these things."
When he was speaking, his eyes not only looked at Qiu Qiu, but also pretended to be inadvertently peeking at Fu Ruien.
Fu Ruien immediately stated: "I have a friend who is in the entertainment industry. I have already negotiated with him. After the Qiuqiu competition, I can hang up with their company. I will not force him to stir up gossip and shoot commercials for the sake of exposure."
The three "parents" talked enthusiastically, but Qiu Qiu didn't speak.
In fact...he didn't even want to sign a brokerage contract, he just wanted to finish singing, competitions, and receiving awards with peace of mind, return to his original life, and continue to be his college bully.
This idea has only recently appeared quietly to him.
Originally, he was still a little curious and yearning for the entertainment industry, and wanted to balance his studies and music, but everything that Xin Tian caused made him fearful of this industry. It's just a small draft competition, and there are so many bloody things behind it. If he really steps into it in the future, will he really be able to protect himself wisely
But godfather has invested tens of millions in him, hired teachers for him, sponsored programs because of him, and even negotiated with an economic company now. Will you be disappointed in yourself
Qiu Qiu's heart was pounding, but in front of his parents, he didn't want to express his inner conflicts, for fear of making them worry. I plan to find an opportunity later, and then have an open and honest chat with Fu Ruien.
…
After dinner, the family sat down in the living room.
Without turning on the TV or eating fruit, Fu Ruien and Qiu Qiu sat together, facing Qiu's parents.
Qiu Qiu was anxious like a little hamster, Fu Ruien held his hand with confidence.
Qiu's father and Qiu's mother were sitting upright, and all the kindness and kindness in the restaurant just now disappeared. There was a pen and a piece of paper on the coffee table in front of them. Those who didn't know it thought they had come to the thesis defense scene.
"Xiao Fu, have you finished the report I asked you to prepare?"
Teacher Dong raised his hand and pushed his glasses with a very solemn tone.
"I've finished it." Fu Ruien said respectfully. He took out a thick stack of bound A4 papers from the file bag beside him. It roughly looked like there were at least forty or fifty pages, sewn with glue binding, with a cover, There is a back cover, which is completely imitating the format of the paper.
When Teacher Qiu saw it, he gave a "huh-" in admiration.
Leaving aside the quality of this report, just by looking at the thickness, one can see how much Fu Ruien cares about Qiu Qiu.
As a parent, the happiness of the children must be the first consideration. Originally, Qiu's father had already favored them in his heart. When Fu Ruien took out such a "homework", the yellow light in his heart could not help but turn green up.
Fu Ruien put the report on the table, and pushed it respectfully in front of Teacher Dong with both hands.
"Mr. Dong, I have written our plan in the report, please give me your advice."
Teacher Dong nodded. She was about to reach out to take it when Qiu Qiu suddenly interrupted.
"Wait... wait!" Qiu Qiu raised his hand like a primary school student.
"What's wrong?"
"That..." Qiu Qiu glanced at the three people present, and quickly pulled out a few thin sheets of paper from under the table, which seemed to have been hidden there in advance.
Following Fu Ruien's example, he also placed the bound papers on the table, and then pushed them to the center of the table with both hands.
The little rooster raised his head, but his face turned red.
"If I have a copy in the future, then I must also have a copy of this report."
"Qiuqiu..." Fu Ruien lost his voice.
Qiu Qiu turned to look at him, and said embarrassedly: "Time is too tight, my writing is definitely not as good as yours."
Fu Ruien felt that his heart had melted into Qiu Qiu's world little by little, and he murmured softly: "Good enough, you are good enough."
The young man got his affirmation, and he pursed his lips and smiled with a deep dimple. He put his hand on the back of his godfather's hand, but Fu Ruien grabbed it again. The two fingers intertwined. No one in this world can separate them.
Qiu's father and Qiu's mother looked at each other, and the sigh in their hearts could not be hidden.
Qiu Qiu's report was called "Feasibility Analysis of Spending the Rest of My Life with Mr. Fu Ruien". As the name suggests, every word written in it did not leave Fu Ruien.
And Fu Ruien's report didn't have such a fancy name.
Teacher Dong glanced at it, and found that the first three pages were full of Fu Ruien's physical examination data, which proved that he was in the prime of life, had no hidden diseases, and was in a stable mental state. Then there is the asset appraisal report of Enray Group. There is a whole string of zeros after the asset appraisal, and all industries are developing soundly.
What follows is the highlight - Fu Ruien wrote about his feelings for Qiu Qiu, and fully estimated the future development of the two.
Both reports were held in Teacher Dong's hands, and Teacher Qiu was anxiously scratching his head beside him, wanting to poke his head in as well.
But as soon as he stretched his head over, Mr. Dong closed the two reports with a "shua".
Not to mention that Teacher Qiu didn't read the specific content, even Teacher Dong himself didn't read it.
Teacher Dong neatly placed the two reports, one thin and one thick, in front of him. Looking at the two young people opposite him, he commanded Teacher Qiu: "Old Qiu, go and get the package I bought online yesterday."
Teacher Qiu went there without knowing why, and after a while, he brought a small postal bag in his arms, dead heavy.
"What is this?" Teacher Qiu was quite curious.
Teacher Dong didn't answer, took the scissors and opened the package. The store's packaging was very strong, with a lot of plastic foam wrapped layer by layer. When the last layer of foam was unwrapped, the other three people were stunned by coincidence.
What appeared in front of them was a safe.
"Huh?" Qiu Qiu was amazed, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in his mother's gourd.
Teacher Dong opened the safe with a normal expression, then stacked the two reports together and put them neatly into the safe.
Locked.
There were two keys that came with the box. Mr. Dong took apart the two keys and handed them to the lovers in front of them.
"mom… "
"Teacher Dong..."
"Qiuqiu, Xiao Fu." At this moment, Teacher Dong finally had a smile on his face, which was faint but warm.
"This safe, together with the two reports inside, is a small gift from me, an elder, to you.
"I don't know how to read it, and Lao Qiu doesn't know how to read it either, only you can read it—but not right now.
"If one day in the future you have a quarrel, if you are tired of each other, if you feel that the future is slim... I hope that at that time, you can open the box and see how you cherish this relationship now, How do you envision the future?"
Teacher Dong's voice is very soft and soft, and there is no reason, only the blessings of the elders.
Teacher Qiu secretly took off his glasses and wiped his own lenses.
At this moment, Qiu Qiu's mind went blank. He looked at his parents who were close at hand, and couldn't say anything except "Mom and Dad".
Fu Ruien hugged the boy in his arms, and at the same time, his heart was filled with gratitude. He has almost no relationship with his biological parents. It was not until he met Qiu's parents that he experienced the deep warmth of the family for the first time.
He thanked them for agreeing to this relationship, and even more thanked them for raising such a good Qiuqiu.
Teacher Qiu put on his glasses again. Behind the lenses, the middle-aged man's eyes were cloudy and clear.
"... Qiuqiu, remember, as long as you are good, your parents are fine."
"Dad, Mom," Qiu Qiu replied softly, "I'm fine."