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Chapter 33: Inch Grass Chunhui

"Baby, my mother knows."

"I wanted to hide it from her for a while, but she guessed it."

When Fu Yuan heard the voice on the other end of the phone that made him think about it day and night, his nose turned sour, and his voice became a little nasal when he spoke: "My mother also knows, I just told her."

"what happened?"

Song Qingxu heard that his voice was a bit wrong, and he didn't bother to ask why Fu's mother knew about it, for fear that something would happen to him: "Why are you crying?"

In fact, Fu Yuan was just ordinary and a little wronged, but when he said that, he suddenly became hypocritical.

"I miss you."

Song Qingxu was stimulated by this aggrieved voice, and at that moment wanted to fly directly to him across thousands of miles.

He paced back and forth in front of the bedroom window, his heart like an ant, but he could only lower his voice to gently coax Fu Yuan: "I miss you too, baby, shall we start the video?"

"it is good."

It's okay if it doesn't open, but Song Qingxu feels even more uncomfortable when he opens the video and sees her boyfriend's red eyes.

"Okay, baby, don't cry, okay? Baby, I feel so sorry for you."

Fu Yuan could bear it obviously, but the more gentle Song Qingxu was, the more wronged he was, his small mouth was so pouted that he could hold a bottle of oil, and he was still blinking vigorously, trying to hold back his tears.

Song Qingxu couldn't wipe his tears, and couldn't hug him, so anxious but helpless. "It's going to die."

"You, can you talk to me more?"

Fu Yuan sobbed and looked at the reassuringly handsome boyfriend's handsome face on the screen, which was full of anxiety because of worry.

"Don't worry, let me cry and I'll be fine, hiccup... woo woo hiccup..."

Fu Yuan didn't expect that he would hiccup, he was ashamed and sad, tears fell down like Jin Doudou without money.

How could Song Qingxu not be worried?

He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, and tried his best to coax him: "Baby, I'll go find you after the new year, okay? Soon, there are not many days left, can you bear it a little longer?"

Fu Yuan tried hard to open his eyes blurred by tears, and said sullenly: "I feel, hiccup, I'm sorry mom, but I want to be with you, hiccup..."

"Feel sorry......"

Song Qing Xu's heart was twisted like a knife: "It's all because of me...that makes you cry all the time. But I really don't want to let go, baby, can you trust me? I will never let you cry because of me again."

Fu Yuan shook his head desperately: "I don't blame you, how can I blame you? I also give up, belch, I can't bear to let go..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes filled with tears in an instant: "I want to spend my whole life with you, hiccup...but I can't, hiccup, hide it..."

"Baby... baby stop crying, stop crying, I have good news, do you want to hear it? Stop crying, if you don't cry, I will tell you, okay?"

Song Qingxu persuaded him non-stop, and Fu Yuan's mood gradually calmed down, but his nose was already red from crying, and he looked dazed and cute.

But Song Qingxu didn't want to see him cry and red nose at all, it would be like scratching his heart with a knife.

"Baby, my mother doesn't object anymore. It's better to talk to my father. When it's settled on my side, if it's not easy to talk to your mother, can I go with you? I won't let you face it alone. Trust me."

In fact, what Song Qingxu said was mixed with water. Mother Song didn't express no objection, but she didn't veto it on the spot. To really convince her, there is probably a fierce battle waiting for him to fight.

But if Fu Yuan needs it, after he convinces his parents, he will definitely accompany him.

Fu Yuan gradually calmed down completely, and the crying hiccup barely stopped because he drank a few mouthfuls of water.

He lowered his head and looked at the screen. He seemed a little listless because he had just released his emotions, but his tone of voice was surprisingly solemn.

"I can't help you share the difficulties you face, how can I rely on you for my difficulties? I know you want to help me carry all the storms before I face your parents."

"Song Qingxu..." Fu Yuan sighed with reddened eyes, "I also want to give you a sunny day."

"Trust me too, we can both."

Song Qingxu's thousands of words condensed on his lips, and finally he just smiled lightly and turned into a voice: "Okay."

The beginning of this year is not destined to be peaceful.

Song Qingxu had just put down his cell phone when he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened the door, it was indeed Song Qingnuo, who slipped in like a loach as soon as the door opened.

"Brother!" Song Qingnuo tugged on Song Qingxu's arm, "Did you call my sister-in-law just now?"

Song Qingxu closed the bedroom door tightly, pushed her sister down on the chair beside the bed, and flicked her forehead gently: "Eavesdropping?"

"Injustice!"

Song Qingnuo grinned and rubbed her forehead, "As soon as I approached your room, I heard vague voices. At this time, you must only call your sister-in-law."

Speaking of it, Song Qingxu started to have a headache again: "His mother also knows, and the situation is probably not optimistic."

"At first, we thought that our parents would settle it first and then go to his side, but now we have joined together, and both sides will suffer."

Song Qingnuo frowned, and retorted with disapproval: "Did you tell sister-in-law like this? How about it, was rejected by sister-in-law?"

"...Is there a problem?"

Song Qingnuo glared at her brother, "That depends on how you look at it."

"You said this because you felt sorry for your sister-in-law, but at the same time, you put him in a position that needs your protection."

"But sister-in-law is also a boy. In your eyes, he needs protection, and even in front of you, he does need protection, but nothing can change the fact that sister-in-law also wants to pay for you."

Song Qingxu's heart tightened.

"But I can't turn a blind eye."

Song Qingnuo was so angry that she jumped up and wanted to hit her brother's elm head: "Who made you turn a blind eye? You can be his strong backing! But you can't do everything, sister-in-law is definitely not the type to admit defeat."

"You stinking straight man, why did my sister-in-law like you?"

Song Qingxu stared back at his sister: "Stop nagging, what's wrong with me?"

"Ha." Song Qingnuo mocked with disdain, "I want to defend you in front of outsiders, and now my sister-in-law is also a member of our family, so of course I have to stand on my sister-in-law's side fairly and justly."

Song Qingxu was so choked that he couldn't speak, but he was comfortable with "people from our family", so he thought for a while and said, "Don't speak ill of me in front of your sister-in-law, or don't think about me taking you with me when you go back to school. Go out and eat something delicious."

Song Qingnuo's eyes widened in disbelief: "You actually threatened me with this!"

She muttered for a long time, shrugged her shoulders, and said flatly: "I confess, I choose to protect a good family relationship."

"You can't say bad things, but good things are always okay?"

Song Qingxu stared at her defensively. This younger sister was extremely nice when she was good, and she was unequivocal when she cheated.

Song Qingnuo smirked "hehehe" a few times, and then quickly changed the subject: "I see my mother's expression of being struck by lightning, her footsteps are gone, why did you tell our mother?"

"Mom discovered it by herself... I didn't intend to say so early." Song Qingxu complained helplessly, "Our mother's observation skills are too keen."

"I wish I hadn't thought about it so much!"

Mother Song lost her composure so rarely that she was embraced by Father Song.

"Old Song, do you think it will be difficult for two boys to live together in the future? Why am I willing to let our son suffer?"

Papa Song was hit even harder, and it took him a long time to barely understand what Mama Song said.

"Qing Xu is serious?"

"It's serious, it's not a joke." Song's mother wiped her tears: "He said he thought about the future, and he just wanted to spend his life with that boy."

Papa Song murmured: "But this... is not normal..."

"You're not normal!"

Mother Song suddenly got angry and retorted fiercely, "How can you say that our son is abnormal?"

She couldn't stop crying, and angrily hammered Papa Song's shoulder, crying while beating: "If we don't even support our son, how hard will his life be in the future?"

"I don't want him to be angry with others in the future. What if my son can't stand the pressure..."

Mother Song lay in Father Song's arms and wept uncontrollably, as if all her strength had been taken away. Father Song felt that he had said something wrong, so he quickly slapped himself twice, and patted Mother Song on the back once to comfort her.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, don't be angry, don't worry, huh?"

"The children and grandchildren have their own blessings, and the son is an adult. Let him decide what is clear. Even if suffering is fate, it is the path he chooses. He must be ready to bear it, right?"

Mother Song was still crying.

"...How can I be willing?"

Papa Song couldn't help sighing in distress, and secretly scolded Song Qingxu, an uneasy little bastard, and when this happened, he would make his son copy three hundred Tang poems as a punishment. worried.

Song Qingxu didn't know about the imminent punishment of the doting wife and madman Song's father, because Song's father and Song mother were reluctant to beat and scold their children, so the two brothers and sisters knew how to write since they knew it, and copied poems when they made mistakes, and they were almost out of psychological shadow.

He is still worried about whether a tough battle is about to usher in.

"Let's help our son check the selection, and let him deal with other things by himself?"

Papa Song comforted Mama Song, gritted his teeth, "You can't take advantage of this kid, he is already an adult, and you have to bear the troubles you provoke."

Mother Song felt sorry for her child, and was so angry at Song Qingxu, she finally nodded in agreement with Father Song's words.

"When the child grows up, things are out of our control."

"As parents, we can only work hard to be his strong backing."

Mother Fu listened to what Father Fu said, temporarily put down her phone, and wiped away her tears with an unknown number of sheets of paper tonight.

"Is it because I didn't take good care of him that he became like this?"

Father Fu on the other end of the phone stood on the empty deck, facing the cold sea breeze at night.

It's still near the sea, and although the wind blows non-stop, it's not so cold that it gets to people's hearts.

"It's just my son's choice. It's not right or wrong. He has always been my son, my pride, and will always be in the future."

"Maybe it's easy for outsiders to make irresponsible remarks, but that's not important."

It may be because of sailing at sea all year round, Fu's father's voice was a bit hoarse and deep, but he managed to calm Fu's mother a little.

The love of her son made her unable to face this fact calmly for a while.

"Isn't it... we support our son, that's what really treats him well?"

Fu's father cast his eyes on the far and boundless sea, which is now shrouded in darkness.

The experience of so many years at sea and various berths flashed before his eyes little by little, starting from the time when he followed his father, ordinary sailor, bosun, then third mate, second mate, first mate...until now .

The stories from different perspectives are connected one by one, interspersed with the father's teaching scenes.

"As you have always understood, although most of our shipments are near seas, sometimes there are long-distance transoceanic shipments. If you make a mistake, you will lose everything. If you lose, it will be full of people on board." life."

"The probability is not high, but no one dares to make a conclusion - every day may be the last day. Even if I am lucky in this life and nothing happens, I will always grow old one day."

In the face of life, talking about everything is nothingness.In his eyes, some things are not that important.

Fu's father raised a bright smile at the corner of his mouth, and when he turned around, he saw the lights of thousands of families in the distance, dimly and shadowily.

"You love writing, I love sailing at sea, and we both got what we wanted. No matter how hard it was, we never really complained."

"Our son is still young, we should let him go to pursue his own happiness, no matter what the result is, I believe he will be willing."

He jokingly said: "At the beginning, knowing that we would not spend too much time together in the future, didn't you marry me without hesitation?"

Listening to this, Fu's mother's tears rolled down her cheeks silently: "It is impossible to be perfect in life, I am already very satisfied."

"So let him go with his son...he knows the good and the bad."

After hanging up the phone, Fu's mother sat on the edge of the bed blankly, with no expression on her face, only the traces of tears showed her inner fluctuations.

I don't know how many people were sleepless that night.

Sunlight penetrated into the bedroom warmly through the cracks in the curtains, dangling around.

Seeing that it was about to land on the white and jade-like left ankle outside the quilt, the alarm clock rang suddenly, and the owner of the ankle woke up leisurely, retracted his slightly cold foot, and arched it twice under the quilt .

The sunlight failed to touch it, and it was very disappointing, the sunlight that slipped through the gap in the curtains suddenly dimmed a little.

Fu Yuan stretched out his arms and stretched comfortably under the quilt. When he withdrew his hand, he slipped off the alarm clock and continued to curl up in a ball.

It didn't take long before the magic sound of "the spring breeze of reform blowing all over the ground" filled my ears again.

He shrugged his eyelids, turned over and began to touch the phone on the bed, and then slipped it off again, then pouted his buttocks and sat up slowly, making an unexplained complaint.

Fu Yuan maintained the posture of sitting on his feet and dozed off for a few more minutes before slowly getting out of bed.

Dragging his slippers to the door, he was startled by the cold metal texture of the door handle, and then suddenly woke up.

...looks like he came out last night.

The author has something to say: (To tell you the truth, I cried to myself when I coded this chapter)