He Shu Twilight [Entertainment]

Chapter 78

January 26.

He Muguang lay on the bed and yelled, "He Shu, the family doesn't feel like Chinese New Year!"

"Don't you like Chinese New Year?"

He Muguang raised his eyes to look at his own bangs, and took a breath to blow it up, "I don't like to spend the Spring Festival alone, but I like to spend it with you! Good brother, we really need some New Year's atmosphere Spring Festival couplets, window grilles, blessing characters, lanterns, I want them all.”

He Shu let him make trouble, obeyed, picked up his coat and put it on, "I'm going to buy it now, are you going?"

"No." He Muguang pulled the quilt to cover himself completely. "There is no morning in the Spring Festival."

"Okay, then wait for me to come back. There are sandwiches in the refrigerator if I'm hungry."

"En." He Muguang's muffled voice came from under the quilt. "He Shu, I want this year to be the best Spring Festival I have ever had."

While He Shu was out shopping and his voice disappeared, He Muguang lifted the quilt and changed his clothes. Seeing the blue and white scarf that He Shu had forgotten on the coat rack, he wrapped it around a few times and put it on, then secretly Slipped out and hailed a taxi.

"Handsome, where are you going?"

"Yanlan Xiyuan."

The driver was a middle-aged man, full of boldness. After seeing his appearance, he slapped his thigh, "Oh my god, aren't you Xiao Jin?"

He Muguang didn't believe that the other party would be his fan, but it was still a little strange to be called Xiao Jin by the elders, like a burly man who suddenly shook your arm and called honey.He nodded, "It's me, brother."

"Are you coming back for the New Year?"

"En." He Twilight responded and untied the scarf a little.

The man saw that he was not in a good mood, so he didn't continue to ask, until he got to the place, he scratched his head shyly and handed over a pen, "Well, Xiao Jin, I'm really your fan, can you sign it for me?" a name?"

He Muguang slapped himself, took the pen and smiled, "Thank you for your liking, where is the signature?" Immediately afterwards, He Muguang saw the burly man take out a photo of him from his wallet, " Just sign here!"

"..." He Muguang looked at his 23-year-old tender face, and signed his name neatly.

The man watched his idol disappear into a dot, looked at the signature in his hand, and then drove away.

He Twilight stood still in front of the door.

He really doesn't like New Year's Eve, and one or two reasons are already clear in front of this door.The whole family is happy, but this door has no couplets and blessings, and it is cold to all the happy and out of place strangers.

He clenched and loosened his fingers before knocking twice on the door.

The door opened, it was Lu Panqing. "Mom, I'm back."

"En." Lu Panqing nodded, eyes indifferent, she is no longer young, but still beautiful, the depth and elegance endowed by the years, like a piece of porcelain that has been placed for many years.This time Lu Panqing did not make white coffee, but poured him a cup of tea.

She tightened her shawl, and looked at her son's face from the curling heat, "You said you have something important to tell me, what is it?"

He Muguang took a sip of tea, but he didn't need to taste it to know it was Biluochun. "I... I have a date." He added, "I love him very much."

"Yeah." Lu Panqing nodded, "Very good, so do you have any plans? Get married or something else."

"We can't get married," He Muguang said bluntly, "he's a man."

Lu Panqing still didn't show any shock, her attitude was flat, even more flat than ordinary people towards people they met by chance. "So, the big thing you're talking about is coming out with me?"

"Correct."

Lu Panqing was in a daze. Looking at He Muguang at this moment, a person she thought she had forgotten ran out of her mind. Obviously, the two people had only a few similarities in facial features, and they were not inseparable at all, but they had firm and solemn expressions. , is exactly the same.She continued half a cup of tea, and the tea was ups and downs, "That's your own business, I have no right to intervene and judge. If you want to bring him to see me, I can make time."

Make time, you can see that this word is used more like treating yourself as an agent.

"Don't you ask who he is?"

Lu Panqing didn't speak, but he already understood her subtext - this is not important information worth asking at all.He reaffirmed an answer that had been established for many years.Lu Panqing doesn't care.Ever since he was a child, no matter whether he has excellent grades or is at the bottom of the rope, behaves well or is in a gang fight, as long as he does not violate the criminal law, Lu Panqing can maintain tolerance, no, more precisely, a state of ignoring him.

He smiled bitterly, "What is he, maybe you have forgotten, but you have seen him, I had an operation in high school, and he was the one who guarded me in the hospital. I may have liked him since a long time ago, when I first met him , who knows... Anyway, I also confirmed it later."

He usually doesn't know who to talk to these words, Zhang Sheng gets annoyed when he hears too much, He Chengling laughs too much, and he will dig out a point that he doesn't pay attention to and laugh at him for half a year. As for Lu Shizhi, Lu Shizhi's people That's good, but he is afraid that if he dominates the other party, Zhong Sheng can block him until there will be no peace.So, I didn't expect that in the end, I would tell Lu Panqing everything, even though he was just talking to himself.

"Later, we lost contact for a few years. Counting from my debut, it took six or seven years. Actually, I didn't expect that I would be such a long-term lover, but Mom, I really like him. It just so happens that he likes him too. Me, we were together. I feel lucky to this day."

Lu Panqing listened quietly, without saying a word, letting the tea cool down, and the tea leaves stagnated inside, as if imprisoned in ice.

He Muguang finally finished speaking, feeling a little more relaxed in his heart, and finally asked what he had always wanted to ask. He didn't intend to embarrass himself or Lu Panqing, and decided to use the most direct method to get the answer. "Mom, do you hate me?" Many people have told him that Lu Panqing missed seeing his lover for the last time because of his premature birth.

"..." Lu Panqing was silent for a rare moment, "I don't hate you."

He Muguang seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Is there nothing else to say?"

"He Muguang," Lu Panqing looked at him and repeated again, "I don't hate you, I just don't know how to face you."

"I see." He Muguang nodded, such an answer is already good, he is no longer a child who wants to be coquettish in his mother's arms, he knows the cruel truth in the world, and many things cannot be forced, and it is true To be honest, I can't force it.

"Mom, goodbye."

When He Muguang came out of the building, the cold wind was not blocked, and it roared in immediately, making him immediately lower his head and tighten the blue and white scarf that he hadn't taken off since he came out, as if he could vaguely feel that he belonged to Little by little, the temperature infiltrated from the place close to his skin, warming his heart.

Sometimes, people just need such a little bit of warmth that is almost nonexistent, even if it is extremely weak, it is also the spark that ignites a raging fire.

He suddenly went out of this building last time, and when he raised his eyes, he saw He Shu, who was leaning on the car, the sun was scattered, just like...just like now.

"You...how did you come here?"

He Shu's posture was very natural, he raised his hand and stroked his hair roots, "I was specially driven out and then sneaked away, of course I will come out to look for it."

"I mean," He Muguang felt that he was deliberately misinterpreting, "I mean how did you know that I came to my mother's place."

"The door was open when you called yesterday."

He Muguang felt that he was a bastard sometimes, but he could understand how many intentions he had. He wanted to meet alone, he would not stop him, he would just guard him and wait for him to come out.

"I told my mother about the two of us. You probably understand that she is still the same...everything is the same."

"I see," He Shu said, turning on the co-pilot and making an inviting gesture, "Come on, and save a taxi fare."

He Muguang sat on it, his eyes still a little dazed, He Shu leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, the small space immediately became hot, and it was unknown whose breathing was hot.He Shu pinched his earlobe when he pulled away to leave, "Thank you for facing it for me."

"I'm not for you, not even for us." He Twilight once again corrected He Shuo's love words. The last time was the video where Charles De's conjecture was verified, and the last time it was the video of him sitting on the plane during the math forum that call. "He Shu, I am for myself."

He actually felt that it was not a good place to chat here now, but he didn't care about other things.

He lowered his head and smiled helplessly, "You may not believe it, but when I told her that I fell in love with a man, I want to come out, and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, I really hope she will have some special reaction, It doesn't matter if she's shocked, angry, or... even disgusted, but she's still so calm, she doesn't take this matter to heart at all. I..." He Muguang clenched his hands, "I... ...I feel like I'm pretty pathetic too..."

He Shu gently opened his clenched hand, with solemn eyes, "Twilight, I am your partner, your family, your friend, I will supply you with all the love you lack from other places."

Some words are more pleasant to say. For example, He Twilight, who returned home, was in a relaxed mood. He happily took out all the New Year's items in the back seat, and spread them out to read the Spring Festival couplets, traditional characters. "When the clouds cross the Qinling Mountains, you know where your home is; when the snow embraces the Languan, you know who the horse is."

"What kind of strange couplet is this?" He Muguang looked at it, "It doesn't fit the scene at all. How many, what do you think?"

"It was written by an old gentleman, probably because of the next sentence, I really like it."

"What's the next sentence?" He Muguang reckoned that it was a poem, but this reckon had exhausted all his literary skills.

He Shu hugged him from behind, put his head on his shoulder, and said in a slow and slow voice, "The next sentence is--you should be interested in knowing that you are far away."

I heard that the minister is sick and needs to be treated