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According to the custom here in the family, a banquet is held on the first birthday.
My dad doesn¡¯t like hustle and bustle, so he won¡¯t have a big birthday party. He would just invite one or two tables of relatives and friends who usually interact with each other frequently, and then my mom will cook a meal herself, and everyone will have a lively meal and then leave.
My house is not big, with three bedrooms, two living rooms, and a kitchen and bathroom. My dad usually uses the living room as a study room and the study room as a storage room. There are always piles of books in the living room, and he won't let my mother sort them out, saying that she will mess him up. book of.
My bedroom, although I have not lived at home for a long time, my mother will never pile up clutter in my bedroom even if there is no place to put things at home.
I know that they actually want me to go back and live there.
It¡¯s not impossible to go back to city n. My law studies are pretty good and I can find a place to teach when I go back. But I don't want to go back.
My father has always been proud and proud all his life. He is the most old-fashioned kind of literati who never bends his back. When colleagues spread rumors behind their backs that he had accepted gifts from students, he could confront them and force them to publicly apologize.
His only stain is probably me.
Once, I went to the bookstore with him. At that time, I had just been dropped out of school. My mother asked him to take me out for a walk. He was a scholar who stayed at home all day doing academic work. He didn¡¯t know any fun places and wanted to take me with him. I looked at the pavilion on the hill behind the school, and wandered around for a long time but couldn't find the way to it. After racking my brains, I finally decided to take me to the bookstore.
In the bookstore, separated by a bookshelf, his colleagues clearly saw me and him, and deliberately loudly announced: "I heard that Professor Xu's son is gay."
He was taking a physics book from the bookshelf at that time. When he heard this, his whole body froze.
I will always remember the look on his face at that time.
He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant-
When I went upstairs, Li Zhurong suddenly stopped me.
I walked in front, and he was waiting for Yuan Hai and the others to prepare the gifts. Then he held a pile of paper bags in one hand, dismissed Yuan Hai and the others in a cool manner, and followed me with his "gift".
My home is on the third floor. I live on the left hand side, and the Spring Festival couplets posted on the door were handwritten by my father. He has good calligraphy, and his thin Song style is a bit too desolate for writing Spring Festival couplets.
The two people I owe the most to in my life are behind this door right now.
I glanced at my door and continued walking up.
This residential building has five floors. When he walked to the stairs on the last four floors, he probably thought that the fifth floor was my home, so he called me: "Teacher!"
"What's wrong?"
He stood in the dim corridor, like a handsome vampire, wearing a handmade Italian suit, with his hair tucked behind his ears, revealing a beautiful face unique to mixed-race people. Danfeng had a smile in his eyes and raised his chin towards me: "Teacher, my hair is messed up."
There is a strand of hair hanging down on the left side of his cheek.
I walked back quietly and tucked the strand of hair behind his ears for him.
The moment I reached out to fix his hair, he pecked me on the cheek with lightning speed.
"Teacher, please smile!" He asked me proudly, looking very much like the overbearing and overbearing boy who would act coquettishly when he was happy ten years ago.
I ignored him.
"Wait here for a moment." I asked him to stop on the stairs a little below the fifth floor: "I'll knock on the door first."
He frowned, showing an unhappy look. But I knew he was just pretending. When he had emotions on his face, he rarely couldn't contain them for a moment. Most of the time, he attracted my attention.
I ignored him and walked towards the fifth floor-
Ten minutes later, he walked onto the rooftop.
"Hi, Xiaozhe." I sat on the fence and greeted him in my free time.
He was still carrying those ridiculous "gifts" with a very gloomy expression on his face. The door to the rooftop was very short, and he looked even taller as he stood there.
But what¡¯s the use of being tall? It was at least fifteen meters from the door to the fence where I was sitting, giving me enough time to roll over and jump before he ran over. He is not Liu Xiang.
Today is March 14th. Many, many months have passed since he met me again in City C. It has been more than ten years since we first met.
It¡¯s really strange, the more it gets to this time, the more people feel sad, instead they feel a kind of numb satisfaction.
"Xu Xu, what do you want to do?" The expression on his face was scary enough, he almost muttered: "You don't know damn anything! Anyone can kill you, you don't know anything"
"If you don't tell me, how can I understand" I closed my eyes, trying to suppress some hot liquid: "You don't tell me anything, how do you want me to understand?"
"I can't say!" He squatted on the ground like a big abandoned dog. He raised his face to look at me. His eyes confused me. There was so much in them.
My heart throbbed violently.
¡°Forget it,¡± a voice in my heart said: Let him go, and let yourself go.
I used to like this person so much that I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. How could I let him feel sad?
But why would he let me feel sad?
When did we get to this point?
"Apologise to me, Xiaozhe." I wiped my eyes fiercely and turned my face away: "Say sorry, and then go back"
He stood up. He seemed to notice something. His expression was a little flustered. I guessed he would apologize, but he didn't.
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end I only heard a few indistinct words.
"I¡¡"
"What?"
¡°Get the fuck out of that damn place!¡± He yelled angrily, ¡°I just said I love you!¡±¡ª¡ª
Once, when Zheng Yehu and Lin Wei were fighting, Xia Zhifei laughed at him and said, "What can be solved by saying I love you is so ugly."
So, I envy Lu Feixia.
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