With a "click", the rear seat locks opened.
Su Zui pressed the steering wheel: "Brother Yang, go down."
Yang Yuanhang's eyes couldn't help but fall on his hands, those thin and long hands resting on the dark steering wheel, the light blue blood vessels on the back of the hands were clearly visible.
He was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses: "Aren't you coming in?"
Su Zui said, "No, there are still many things to do at work. I have to go home and work overtime."
The word "go home" made Yang Yuanhang feel a sudden discomfort.
He remembered when he first moved to this small villa.
Su Zui was like a hard-working little bee, happily helping him carry things, and even sweating on his body, he jumped on him happily.
With crescent-like eyes, hanging on his shoulders, shaking and shaking: "Brother Yang, this will be our home from now on."
After a long while, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his voice, looking at his eyes full of nostalgia: "My father married my stepmother, and my grandfather's house has no place for me. Brother Yang, I have only you."
But now, standing in front of this villa, Su Zui said to him "go home".
He looked as calm as if he casually asked him if he had eaten.
Yang Yuanhang only felt an aggrieved anger nestled in his chest, unable to express or swallow.
When I wanted to say something, I stopped in the middle, and finally choked out a few words: "Then you are busy."
In the past, as long as everything was fine, Su Zui wished that he would stay in the villa together all the time without being separated for a second.
He used to think that the youth was too annoying and always wanted to send Su Zui away.
But when Su Zuizhen began to pay more attention to other things and stopped focusing on him all day long, a surge of anger and panic surged from the bottom of his heart, and the tide entangled him and swallowed him.
After getting off the car, Yang Yuanhang did not rush into the villa, but stood there, looking at the people in the car almost intently.
Su Zui was not in a hurry to drive the car away. He pressed the phone twice and sat in the driver's seat to make a call with someone.
The sound insulation of the windows was very good. Yang Yuanhang could only see the young man in the car curled his lips and smiled, as if he was very happy, but he couldn't hear what he said.
"...Okay, just do it like this, be careful, I'd rather arrange more people, don't mess it up."
Su Zui hung up the phone with satisfaction, threw the phone aside, gave Yang Yuanhang a soft and harmless smile, stepped on the accelerator, and drove away.
Yang Yuanhang stood there for a while, before returning to the villa.
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"boom!"
Early in the morning, Yang Yuanhang was awakened by the sound of heavy objects hitting the ground.
He opened his eyes with a splitting headache.
It was as if his brain had been smashed by something, and he could only vaguely remember some fragmentary fragments.
bar, boy...
The last image in my mind is of him pressing the person on the bed.
Oh, yes, yesterday he was so drunk that his liver hurt, and he felt uncomfortable, so he couldn't help but went to the bar he used to go to often to drink some wine, found a boy who was pleasing to the eye, and brought him back to sleep for the night.
Out of the corner of the eye, he saw a figure with only one arm exposed beside him, Yang Yuanhang propped up his arm, ready to get up.
It may be because of a hangover. After this time, not only did he not feel any comfort after being relieved, but his head hurt so much that he wanted to be smashed.
He was about to wash his face and wake up, but as soon as he looked up, he was caught off guard and saw a familiar, middle-aged woman at the door.
His mother.
Yang Yuanhang almost thought he had read it wrong, and it took several seconds to find his voice: "Mom?? Why are you here?!"
After I finished speaking, I slowly remembered that my mother did tell him a few days ago that I would come to see him soon.
Just how suddenly, arrived without saying hello
Suddenly remembering something, he took out his mobile phone from his jacket, and he found out that his mother had sent several text messages last night, saying that he had already boarded the train and would be there in the morning.
He was flirting with little boys in a noisy bar at the time, indulging in sensuality, completely oblivious to the faint vibration of his phone.
Mother Yang picked it up and blamed Yang Yuanhang dissatisfiedly: "How dare you say that? How many text messages have I sent you? I didn't answer the phone calls. I thought it was because the Internet was not good. Well, it turns out that I was fooling around with people here. If not—ah!!”
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly widened her eyes, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying, and let out an almost broken scream.
She looked at the man with flat chest and short hair beside Yang Yuanhang and asked incredulously: "Yuanhang! How can you do such perverted things with men and men!!"
Yang Yuanhang's mind was in chaos.
He covered the boy beside him with a quilt, put on his clothes, and hurriedly got out of bed.
"Mom, listen to my explanation!"
His hands were shaking as he put his pants on.
His parents divorced, and his father disliked the poverty here and left their mother and son to go.
The fuck was pulling him up all by himself.
What his mother taught him since he was a child is to study hard, to stand out, to marry a virtuous and fertile daughter-in-law, and to spread branches and leaves for the family.
These concepts were instilled in his mind day after day, year after year, and they had become an indelible mark etched in his bones.
When he discovered that he was much more interested in male classmates than female classmates during his adolescence, his first thought was panic.
The second thought is that this matter must not be known to others!
He has been hiding very well, and he did not show any strangeness in front of his relatives and classmates throughout his junior high and high school years.
In everyone's eyes, he has always been the top student with good looks and good grades.
After I was admitted to university and walked out of that closed mountain village, I dared to occasionally release it in a city full of strangers.
But that's all.
When the age is up, he will find a suitable person to marry and have children step by step.
In his life, he will never embark on the road of being scolded in the spine by being gay!
Yang's mother's words pierced into Yang Yuanhang's heart one word at a time: "You are going to spread the word like this, so how can I be a human being from your mother? When I see everyone, I will say that I have given birth to a pervert!"
Yang Yuanhang shook his head incoherently: "No! Mom, I'm not a pervert! When I get married and have children, no one will say anything!"
Mother Yang picked up the bag that had just been frightened, and smashed it at Yang Yuanhang angrily: "I raised you so big with shit and urine, not for you to be here with your ancestors. Men do such disgusting things!"
"Snapped!"
The bag contained all kinds of vegetables, and Yang Yuanhang happened to be hit in the back of the head by a hard cabbage.
The head, which was already swollen to death, was even more painful and burst.
He dodged in embarrassment, but still had several pieces of blue on his body.
The boy who was woken up was frightened by this posture, watching this farce, huddled in the quilt and didn't dare to say a word.
Yang Yuanhang was smashed by his mother, and was slapped a few times, with vegetable leaves hanging on his head, and the whole person became embarrassed.
Suddenly, he remembered something, and a strong uneasiness surged in his heart, grabbing Yang's mother's hand: "Mom, how did you come here?"
Mother Yang: "You still have the face to say—"
She slapped Yang Yuanhang hard again: "How did I come here? You are busy doing this kind of perverted thing. If your friend remembered to pick me up at the station, I would have to sleep on the street!"
friend
The only friends who knew he lived here were—
With a buzzing sound, Yang Yuanhang's mind went blank.
Not wanting to continue explaining to his mother, he almost ran to the window in a dreadful way, and with a whole body covered in embarrassment, he opened the curtain and looked down.
Su Zui is leaning on the car.
Mottled leaf shadows cast on him, making him look extremely beautiful.
Seeing him look over, he gave him a very gentle smile.
[Ding! Main Quest 1: Cannon Fodder's Revenge. Completed progress: 40%]
[The 1000 experience point reward for the novice-exclusive stage task has been credited, please pay attention to check it!]
[Hint: If the final mission fails, the mission reward withdrawn in advance will be deducted from the next mission.]
Su Zui looked at the 1,000 experience points that had just arrived, and then looked at Yang Yuanhang, who had cabbage leaves hanging on his head, with a kind of love that the system couldn't understand: "I didn't understand the joy of raising pigs before, but now I understand. Now, if the piglets are raised and fattened by their own hands and then slaughtered, it must be the best pork in the world."
System 555 doesn't know why: "...Does the host want to go the farming route?"
Su Zui: "I mean Yang Yuanhang, don't you think we are raising pigs like this?"
System 555: "… "
The host's brain circuit is really called baldness!
To be honest, if it weren't for the mission requirement to "let the scumbag get the retribution it deserves", he wouldn't want to do such a lowly thing to mess with Yang Yuanhang.
But in the original plot, Yang Yuanhang used the bed to kill his grandfather. In order to complete the main quest, he had to use similar means to get back.
Fortunately, Yang Yuanhang has been doing farm work all year round, and his physical fitness is strong, which is not worse than that of men.
He was so angry that he was attacked by anger, and he would not faint with a single heart attack. Instead, he slapped Yang Yuanhang left and right to relieve his anger.
Su Zui couldn't help but feel a little envious.
He also wanted to slap Yang Yuanhang, but his character and body were not allowed.
Su Zui admired the expression on Yang Yuanhang's head with a thunderbolt on his face, and then took out his mobile phone and called him.
"Brother Yang," he looked at Yang Yuanhang across the window: "I secretly went to the station to pick up Auntie, don't be angry."
Yang Yuanhang's voice was hoarse, and if he listened carefully, he could find a little trembling: "Su Zui, you—"
Su Zui interrupted him softly: "Don't worry, I didn't let my aunt know about our relationship, I just said we were friends."
He lowered his voice and smiled embarrassedly: "I just... want to see Auntie."
After a while, Yang Yuanhang said slowly: "...Tell me about this kind of thing in the future."
His tone was noticeably more relaxed.
Su Zui didn't hear it, and nodded obediently: "Well. Then I'll go first, you and auntie get along well, take her out for a walk and buy something."
He paused and suddenly asked, "Brother Yang, there is a green thing on your head, what is that?"
Yang Yuanhang thought for a moment that Su Zui was scolding him: "..."
After a long while, he came to his senses, reached out and touched his head, and when he touched a green vegetable leaf, his entire face also turned green.
Yang Yuanhang: "...The dish my mother brought, just accidentally fell. It's okay, you can go back quickly, be careful on the road."
The little boy he brought back yesterday was still naked and huddled under the quilt.
If Su Zui noticed something was wrong and came in, it would be impossible for him to explain it clearly.
Su Zui curled his lips and said ok, and simply got in the car and left.
Although he could go in and catch the rape, the scene was probably too hot for his eyes. He didn't intend to grieve him for something like Yang Yuanhang.
Just let Yang Yuanhang feel lucky for a while.
Anyway, in a short while, he will slaughter this little pig.
The author has something to say:
Zuizui: Now let's walk into the classics of raising pigs and getting rich (o°▽°)o
Young Piggy Voyage:…
Annoying, still no name, human essence: the author came out and was beaten (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻