this life is waiting

Chapter 60

A few minutes ago, He Cheng and I went to the room to change our clothes tacitly. On the way, I asked Lai about it. She only told me that her parents knew about it.

In order to avoid misunderstandings caused by excessive alone time, we did not have a deep conversation about it, and went out after changing clothes.

The guess in my heart is correct, this drama is too sudden for me, what should I do.

Sitting on the sofa in the living room at the moment, I can't watch TV, and I'm thinking, this change of clothes is really good, otherwise I might explode in embarrassment.

He Cheng's father politely made tea for us. The TV has switched from lengthy commercials to a Gongdou drama. I don't think everyone is paying attention to it. After all, her father doesn't seem to like this style of TV series.

I have a cousin who is obsessed with Korean dramas. When fish and fish dramas are in short supply, I ask him to recommend them. I have an uncle who is obsessed with family ethics dramas. I often discuss with my aunt how witty and evil the women in them are.I once suspected that there was a blood relationship between them, but after thinking about it, this idea was too dirty, so I had to give up.

The only sound in the living room was the sound of the tea sets. Her father had never stopped moving from the beginning to the present. From the kitchen through the crack of the door, there were occasional subtle sounds of cooking. Apart from these, it was still very quiet overall.

This quietness made me very panic, and sometimes I would convince myself that it was nothing, sticking my head out and shrinking my head. I thought they wanted to know about this after all, it might as well have known earlier.But I was wondering what this unexpected development would turn into.

Before I was with He Cheng, I had researched a lot about coming out of the closet. The reality is different from the novel, and most parents would not accept it. It turned out to be the norm to break the relationship at the beginning.

Maybe it’s because I like enjoying life more than worrying, maybe I don’t like premature worrying. After that time, I never inquired about such things, and never discussed with He Cheng. I always feel that we are still young, and this matter is still early. .

Why do you think about this? It can't relieve the pressure in your heart at all.

After I let out a big breath, I suddenly felt that my hand was being held.

For the past ten minutes, I have been sitting in one posture, very dignified, without squinting, and the sudden warmth on the back of my hand made me suddenly soften. I looked back a little, and wondered if this intimacy was inappropriate. At that time, we found that our hands were in the blind spot of her father's realization.

Maybe I needed comfort too much, I turned over and held her back, and felt her draw a cross in my palm.

do not worry.

I pursed my lips and glanced at her, and looked at me with a smile on her face. This look made me want to cry suddenly, maybe she peeped into the deep changes in my heart, she tilted her head and pouted slightly at me.

We discussed this kind of thing before. I had just watched a variety show about facial expressions, and I had a training session about facial expressions with her. I thought that this would not only help me quickly understand each other’s thoughts on special occasions, but also reflect our feelings. Very tacit understanding.

Eyebrow winking, matching lip movements.

And the head is pouted, which means it's either.

At that time, I was still wondering when I would use this expression. Although I am a person who is sometimes tired, I am too embarrassed to do such an intimate thing in front of others, but if I keep it in private, directly Just hugging and kissing, there is no need for this tasteless transition.

Unexpectedly, she finally interpreted it completely.

Her sudden indiscriminate appearance made me dumbfounded, I looked over her at the person behind her, and suddenly relaxed.

Since there is no way to preview, then, so be it.

Because the TV is almost on the hour, the time suddenly appears in the upper right corner. At such a subtle moment, any slight change can attract my attention. I even wonder if there is a little stain in the lower right corner of the TV. Will it be discovered? If I get discovered, will her parents think I'm a girl who doesn't like cleanliness, so I don't know how to wipe it off.

One minute later, the time disappeared, there was a bang at the other end of the kitchen, and the door was opened. We all looked back and heard her mother say: "It's time to eat."

I don’t have such experience. Although I look very stable on the surface, I am very crazy inside. I don’t know whether I should sit and receive service as a guest, or I should help to mend the bowls and chopsticks as the host. Or be a good daughter-in-law?

Fortunately, He Cheng solved my trouble very quickly. After being a good helper to my mother, he smiled at me and sat down.

I used to think that their family didn't like to talk, and today it was confirmed.I prepared a belly full of words, but her mother didn't even ask me.

Straighten down, dead quiet.

kill me.

Like sitting on pins and needles.

Seeing that I was about to finish eating, and seeing that I could breathe a sigh of relief, He Cheng's mother suddenly took the soup bowl in front of me, and I swallowed the meat that I hadn't chewed.

"Auntie, no need, I will do it myself."

I hurriedly stopped, but unfortunately I was frightened back by her unexplained eyes.

Not in a hurry, the soup stopped half a knuckle away from the side of the bowl, and then put it in front of me. I said thank you sincerely, and seeing her sit down slowly, I finally asked, "Graduate next year?"

I swallowed, looked back at He Cheng, then at her, and hummed.

"What about the direction of work?" She was still in a hurry.

I sat upright and didn't open my mouth, but I heard He Cheng's reply.

"The school will arrange for her to do an internship next semester, and she will be able to work next year. The company is near the school."

I'm right."

After hearing this, her mother was expressionless, wiped her mouth with a piece of paper, stood up and began to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, she was very gossip, she didn't look at me, she just put away my rice bowl, I immediately picked up the soup bowl He drank it in one gulp and stacked it up.

By the way, she put my chopsticks and He Cheng's together and asked, "Will you affect her studies?"

I swallowed the hiccup that was about to burp, and said in unison with He Cheng: "No."

She hummed, tapped the small end of the chopsticks, aligned them, and looked up at me: "I plan to let her take the postgraduate entrance examination, maybe she will enter the research institute, but she may also be sent abroad, can you accept it?"

Now, not only her mother was looking at me, but He Cheng beside me was also looking at me.

Is this problem serious?

I froze for a moment, I really wanted to easily answer yes, what can't I do, but I still held back my feeling of helplessness and answered seriously: "Yes."

Her mother continued: "She is now two years younger than you. When she becomes independent, it may take five years, or even longer. Can you accept it?"

I nodded: "Yes."

"At that time, you will only see each other once a year in different places, and there will be jet lag. Is it acceptable?"

I still nodded: "Yes."

She looked at me, raised her chin slightly, stared at me for a few seconds, and then asked, "Do your parents know about this?"

I bit my lower lip and replied after a second: "I don't know."

Her mother finally showed a different expression, but this expression didn't look good at all to me, she was sneering, with a snort in her nasal cavity.

"Blank check."

I paused.

She wanted to continue talking, but her mother left our sight with the bowl.

The atmosphere was too depressing. Although this was not how I imagined coming out, the result was the same, and I was still not liked.

On the way He Cheng sent me back, I expressed that I was so worried that I couldn't even laugh at something as funny as seeing inflatable dolls flying around in the street.

Without going home, we found a nearby park for a walk. After walking for a few minutes, I finally couldn't help but ask, "Do you trust me?"

After I finished speaking, I let go of her hand, hooked her wrist, and looked straight at her.

She asked, "Do you believe me?"

I nodded: "Yes."

She smiled: "I believe it too."

I got closer and asked again, "Are you really going abroad?"

She glanced at me: "I thought you'd be curious about my coming out."

I chuckled: "This is second-class curiosity, and the future is first-class curiosity."

However, no matter how curious I am, I have thought about it. She is nothing more than being controlled by her family now. What I want to wait for is the time for her to become independent. No matter where she goes, no matter how long it takes, she will come out after all. I still have patience.

And what she said was probably the same as I guessed, her mother was a businessman and liked to arrange everything.

After listening to it, I asked, "What about you, what do you think?"

She smiled: "Although I know it's a blank check, I will try my best to make me independent." She looked at me: "You know, after coming out, the nature of rebellion with my family is different. will be charged with unfilial piety."

She touched my ear and said, "So don't rush to say it, it won't be too late when we are all capable."

I pursed my lips, walked around in front of her, and hugged her slowly.

"I really want to cry." I buried myself in her shoulder and sighed.

So she knows, I care about her mother's problem until now.

I even had the urge to solve it all at once today, and I told my parents that it was done, but this process and result did not add any security to our future.

She patted me on the back, "It's okay, I'm with my mother."

I hummed and hugged me tighter.

I haven't done a deep discussion on this matter. We all know that this kind of thing can't tell the result. There are too many variables in the future. I don't need her promise. A promise, even if that promise is small, makes me sad.

Promising something like this, breaking it is breaking it, what can I do, there is no way.

Cry and cry and force yourself to come out.

The heart is connected to the blood vessels of the whole body, and the sadness comes from the brain, and the pain radiating is unimaginable.

will die.

After hugging for a while, I felt much more comfortable.It's different when a beauty is in my arms. I think from the day I met her, only she can relieve my worries.

I can't imagine a future without her, it's horrible.

It's too shameful for her to know about this inner activity.

I coughed, looked up at her and smiled, and the gossip in my heart was suddenly blown out by her gentle smile in response to me.

Standing beside her, I hooked her wrist and asked as I walked, "Come on, tell me now about your coming out."