Chen Yifang did not fully accept that her son likes boys, but the most important thing now is the college entrance examination, and she can accommodate other things. She took a dumpling and put it in the bowl of Fuzhi Eucalyptus, and smiled at him.
She has other expectations. The love of young people is too vigorous. From the moment they are together, it is the peak, and the days after that are all going downhill. Fu Zhian was young, and he didn't meet many people. Chen Yifang lowered her head and stirred the dipping sauce twice. It may have been a long time, and she didn't even need her to persuade them to split up, and the two would part ways.
Fu Zhian didn't know his mother's thoughts. The sound of the crackling rain outside the window made him panic. He turned his head and stared at it for a while. The rain seemed to be heavier than before. He suddenly regretted a little bit. He should have left the umbrella to Chi Yu just now. If he didn't get a taxi, it would be unpleasant now...
"What's the date today?"
Fu Zhiyu spoke coldly. The man sitting next to him glanced at his phone and said vaguely, "The 29th..." Fu Jianguo was stunned, he lowered his head and muttered, "November 29th... Is it Wenhua's..." Before he finished speaking, the boy sitting opposite suddenly stood up and walked to the door, paused, and turned into the study again.
When he came out again, Fu Zhiyu wore a black coat and lowered his head: "You don't have to wait for me at night." The boy dropped this sentence and slammed the door shut, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps.
Before Chen Yifang's words could be said, Fu Zhian disappeared, and only a sigh remained when the exhortation and retention came to his lips. Fu Jianguo also put down his chopsticks at some point. He put his hands on his face and rubbed his face twice in dejection.
"After so many years, this is the first time I have forgotten Wen Hua's death anniversary."
The rain was bigger than Fu Zhiyu imagined, even if he was wearing an umbrella, he still couldn't stop the raindrops rushing around with the wind. The dim yellow headlights pierced through the rain and fog, and Fu Zhiyu stretched out his arms, half-squinting his eyes to stop the car on the side of the road.
The taxi, which was clearly marked with an empty car sign, went out the moment it saw him. The broken hair on his forehead was wet into strands. He casually brushed his hair behind his head and stretched his arms out again.
The black car stopped in front of him, and Fu Zhiyu watched as the splashed sewage stained his trousers and got into his ankles along the trousers.
The occupant of the car rolled down the window, and the man with the gold necklace poked his waist and shouted, "Where are you going, buddy?"
Fu Zhiyu opened the car door, and while putting away his umbrella, he said, "Linyuan."
"Linyuan... Linyuan is too far away, and now it's raining and there is still traffic jam on the road, I'll just pull you alone, I don't know how much you lose..."
"I'll pay double." Fu Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, and the man who wasn't too happy closed his mouth instantly, he licked his lips and said with a smile, "Then let's go around the outskirts of the city, we can hurry up. "Fu Zhiyu didn't answer, he took out his mobile phone and typed a series of words on the screen, and finally deleted them one by one.
He thought about it, typed a few words, and pressed send.
I'm going over now, don't run around.
Fu Zhiyan closed the phone and leaned back in the chair with a sigh. Chi Yu might not have seen it at all, because he had made several calls before and no one answered. The radio in the car was beeping loudly, and the man sitting in front of the car spat from time to time, scolding a few swear words that didn't hurt.
He hooked the umbrella with one hand, thinking in his heart----if he sees that person later, he will have to grab him by the collar and scold him in the face, and even want to kick him if he is angry. Fu Zhiyu took a deep breath and closed his eyes with a frown.
None of these thoughts were put into action. After he saw Chi Yu, he seemed to be drenched by rain, with anger and panic that were about to overflow.
He didn't even look for it deliberately, because no one would sit on the ground alone on such a night accompanied by heavy rain, staring deadly at the tombstone in front of him.
Seemingly hearing the footsteps of the person behind him, Chi Yu tilted his head slightly, just in time to meet the boy's gloomy gaze. The broken hair that usually covered his forehead was brushed behind his head by him, and the clean facial features were less childish, and more cold that he couldn't tell.
He wanted to laugh and say: You are so handsome. But Chi Yu twitched the corners of his mouth, but couldn't smile.
Fu Zhiyan squatted on the ground, although Chi Yu was already soaking wet, he still stubbornly turned his umbrella towards him. This time, Chi Yu didn't give in any more, he stood up from the ground and carelessly wiped his face with his hands.
"Let's go." Chi Yu turned around, took two steps but found that the people behind him didn't follow.
He turned around and wanted to call him, but opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound. The falling raindrops touched his eyelashes, but the boy didn't even blink. The boy in the black coat carefully took out a flower from his pocket. When he saw that the petals were intact, he seemed to be relieved, lowered his head and bent the corners of his mouth.
He wiped the water on the tablet with his sleeve, placed the flower in the center, took two steps back, bent down and bowed.
Chi Yu watched him walking towards him with an umbrella, he was suddenly in a trance, obviously a short distance away. But Chi Yu felt that this person came from the mountains and rivers, not for anything else, but just for him.
"Want to hug?"
Chi Yu looked away from the lily, he avoided the gaze of the person in front of him, lowered his eyes and smiled: "Don't be disgusting..."
The remaining half of the sentence was choked in his throat, and he was brought into his arms by the force on his back, with a light smell of washing powder. The soaked clothes were tightly clinging to him, the arms around his back were tight, and he could even hear Fu Zhiyan's firm and powerful heartbeat.
The fingers hanging on both sides clenched and let go, and finally slowly wrapped around the boy's waist.
Forget it, just hug for a while.