There was a pattering of rain in the sky, and from a distance, the whole world seemed to be covered with a layer of white gauze.
Standing at the entrance of the cemetery, Ling Miao had a layer of sweat on his palms.
Su Yuyang held incense and flowers in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Seeing that Ling Miao looked uneasy, he handed the incense candle to the hand holding the umbrella, and then clasped Ling Miao's hand, hoping to give him strength. Ling Miao glanced at Su Yuyang gratefully, and then stepped into the cemetery.
Ling Miao found his mother's tomb with ease.
Su Yuyang lit the incense candle and placed flowers in front of the tombstone.
Ling Miao stroked the photo on the tombstone and called softly: "Mom."
The woman in the photo looks plain and simple, and her smile seems to have a calming effect. Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao's mother, and the remaining uneasiness in his heart disappeared.
Ling Miao seemed to have not been to his mother's grave for a long time. He whispered to his mother what had happened to him in the past few months: "Mom, I was supposed to come to see you every month, but I haven't come for a long time. I hope you don't come here." Blame me.
A lot has happened in the past few months. I found my first job in my life, I found someone I like, and I was kidnapped and almost died. If you think about it carefully, it's quite exciting. "
Su Yuyang stood behind Ling Miao and held an umbrella for Ling Miao. He listened to every word of Ling Miao's words. Su Yuyang would also laugh when Ling Miao mentioned happy things; when Ling Miao was depressed, Su Yuyang would smile bitterly; sometimes Ling Miao would smile like a child, and Su Yuyang would look at Ling Miao, unconsciously lost in thought.
Ling Miao's emotions were ups and downs, and Su Yuyang's heart was ups and downs. After Ling Miao told his mother about the current situation, although his eyes were red and full of tears, he just didn't let a drop of tears fall.
"Cry it out." Su Yuyang said lovingly.
Ling Miao shook his head and wiped away his tears. He stroked his mother's cheek and said, "My mother doesn't like to see me cry. She said that tears are not the way to solve problems when encountering difficulties or setbacks. People who only cry are always weak. She only wants to see my tears of joy."
"But sometimes, it's better to cry." Su Yuyang approached Ling Miao and pressed Ling Miao on his shoulder, "Cry, your mother can't see it."
Ling Miao shook his head: "I promised my mother that I would never cry in front of her." Even so, Ling Miao's tears fell straight down like rain from the sky, soaking Su Yuyang's clothes.
A low sob came, and Su Yuyang stroked Ling Miao's back. He looked at Ling Miao's mother with firm eyes, and swore in his heart: "I will take good care of Xiao Miao. Please don't worry, Mom."
The raindrops got bigger and bigger, hitting the umbrella with a thumping sound. The wind blew across the ground, and cold water drops fell on Ling Miao. Ling Miao moved his body and wrapped his arms around Su Yuyang's waist, keeping himself as close to Su Yuyang as possible. Su Yuyang looked at Ling Miao in confusion, and asked, "Do you feel cold?"
Ling Miao leaned against Su Yuyang's body and spoke in a dull voice. He said, "The wind has picked up. I'm worried that you're cold."
"Stupid cat." Su Yuyang said dotingly.
"That's right!" Ling Miao suddenly let go of Su Yuyang. Su Yuyang really felt cold now, but he didn't show it.
Ling Miao grabbed Su Yuyang's hand and said to his mother: "Mom, this is the person I like. His name is Su Yuyang. He is a man and a professional writer. He is very good to me and I am very satisfied with him. I know You really want to see my child, but I can only say I'm sorry to you, the person I like is a man, and I can't give you a grandson."
"Mom, don't worry, I will take good care of Ling Miao and prevent him from suffering any injustice. Every month from now on, I will come with him to see you until we can no longer walk."
Su Yuyang was stunned as soon as he spoke. He looked at Su Yuyang in surprise. After Su Yuyang finished speaking, he asked, "What did you call my mother just now?"
"Mom?" Su Yuyang didn't think there was anything wrong, "You already call my mother 'Mom', why can't I call your mother that way?"
"That's right." Ling Miao patted his head, "Su Yuyang..."
"You still call me by your full name?" Su Yuyang sighed, and that voice was so disgusting that it made his skin crawl all over the floor for a second.
Ling Miao thought about it and finally thought of a perfect title. He looked at Su Yuyang and said seriously: "Shu Da!"
"I..." Su Yuyang felt angry for a moment, holding his breath in his chest. When Ling Miao saw Su Yuyang blushing, he smiled to save Su Yuyang's face: "Dad, don't be angry. Isn't that okay if I'm wrong?"
Ling Miao smiled, and the previous depression disappeared. Su Yuyang didn't seem to care so much about the title "Shu Da". He pretended to be angry and said: "Your family has a big belly and a big belly. I don't care about this with you."
"Hey Shuda, I'm so angry. I'm so scared." Ling Miao smiled playfully. No matter his expression or movements, none of them could explain that he was "scared"!
"I'm convinced by you." Su Yuyang surrendered completely.
Ling Miao smiled proudly, and said happily to his mother: "Mom, I'm leaving now. I'll come see you next month." After saying that, Ling Miao pulled Su Yuyang and walked down the mountain.
"Wait a minute." Su Yuyang suddenly called Ling Miao.
Ling Miao looked at Su Yuyang curiously, and saw Su Yuyang's eyes condensed, one leg slowly sinking, then his knees landed on the ground, and the other leg also bent down.
Su Yuyang actually knelt in front of Ling Miao's mother's grave.
After kowtowing to Ling Miao's mother, Su Yuyang stood up and held Ling Miao's hand. Ling Miao asked blankly: "Did you just..."
"Thank you." Su Yuyang smiled slightly.
Ling Miao seemed to want to ask something else, but Su Yuyang interrupted him. Su Yuyang asked: "When will you take me to see your father?"
At this time, when Ling Miao's father was mentioned, the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. The relationship between Ling Miao and Ling's father was obviously very bad, but he was Ling Miao's father after all. Su Yuyang was going to marry his son, so he had to meet her son no matter what, right
"My dad will definitely try his best to prevent us from getting together." Ling Miao said without any doubt, "So, it's better not to see him."
"I'm not here to ask for his consent." Su Yuyang's eyes were firm and he held Ling Miao's hand tighter. "I'm here to inform him that I want to marry his son."
The man in front of him had a resolute expression and a commanding aura, with only his own presence in his deep eyes. Ling Miao was fascinated by what he saw, and he said obsessively: "Su Yuyang, you feel strange to me now, but I like you like this."
"Little Miao." Su Yuyang shouted passionately, then lowered his head and pressed Ling Miao's lips together, carefully tracing the outline of Ling Miao's lips with the tip of his tongue.
Ling Miao raised his head and stood on tiptoes in response to Su Yuyang's kiss.
Regardless of time or place, the two kissed selflessly.