On the Correct Way of Not Failing a Course at the End of the Term

Chapter 73

When Song Yu was working in the kitchen with Yan's mother, Yan Baijing also chatted with Yan's father.

"How is the company?"

"It's okay, just wait for the game to operate."

Dad Yan handed Yan Baijing a cigarette, but Yan Baijing refused.

"Dad, I don't smoke."

Father Yan raised his eyebrows and looked at his son, put the cigarette in his mouth, and smiled.

"Are you really my son?"

Yan Baijing half-jokingly said: "Maybe it belongs to the old king at the entrance of the village."

Father Yan slapped Yan Baijing on the head, "I beat you to death."

Yan Baijing smiled, and Yan's father puffed out the smoke, "I'm glad I didn't beat you to death back then."

Yan Baijing was a little dumbfounded.

"If you can't kill it, you'll lose half your life, okay?"

Father Yan glanced at Yan Baijing coldly, "Pull it down, it's all light. Have you made up your mind about the future?"

Yan Baijing knew what Yan's father was asking, "His mother is in the hospital, I plan to wait for my aunt to recover before I confess to her."

Speaking of Song Ma, this is definitely a difficult problem.

Yan Baijing spent a long time trying to figure out how to speak.

He came out of the closet before, and Mama Yan fainted with such a thoughtful personality, what about Mama Song?Can you bear it?

Dad Yan flicked the cigarette ash, "If you really want people to suffer less torture, you might as well tell her the result directly. It's much better than her guessing, doubting, and discovering the secret."

"You must never doubt a woman's intuition."

Speaking of this, Dad Yan couldn't help but looked into the kitchen.

Yan Baijing smiled, and listened to Yan's father say: "If you ask me, you will probably have to be beaten and scolded. If it is any more extreme, you two probably won't even be able to see each other in the future."

Yan Baijing curled the corner of his mouth.

"Being beaten and scolded is a trivial matter, and I don't want Song Ma and Song Yu to break up because of me. Song Ma really worked hard, so even if I kneel for three days and three nights, I have to pass this gone."

Only then did Father Yan look at his son with satisfaction.

"Yes, this is the son of my Yan family."

Yan Baijing smiled, "Thank you, Dad."

Father Yan sneered, "Come on, I haven't wanted to recognize your son since junior high school. If I didn't see that you haven't been neglected all these years, I wouldn't bother to care about you."

Yan Baijing was slightly taken aback, "I thought you compromised because of your mother..."

Dad Yan was disappointed, "Of course it's because of your mother, but it's more because of your self-motivation, which makes me feel that you are not a hopeless waste. Do you think I am blind? So the person you should thank, It's you."

"Hey? What are you father and son talking about?"

Yan Ma came over with some desserts and put them in front of the two elders.

Song Yu followed closely behind, placing one in front of Dad Yan and Baijing Yan.

Dad Yan looked quite serious, so Song Yu didn't know how to call him, but after thinking about it, he called Uncle Yan.

"Uncle Yan, try it?"

Yan's father raised his hand, "Bai Jing, go and help your mother."

Yan Baijing knew that Dad Yan wanted to have a private chat with Song Yu, so he was sensible and didn't ask any more questions, and stepped aside to chat with Mom Yan.

Seeing Yan Baijing leave, Dad Yan smiled kindly at Song Yu.

"Relax, sit down."

... Isn't this more restrictive!

Song Yu's heart was pounding, because he didn't know what kind of person Yan's father would be, and he didn't seem to be as talkative as Yan's mother.

And he deliberately sent Yan Baijing away, but he didn't know what he was going to say.

However, even if it wasn't a good word, Song Yu had to bear it.

Thinking of this, Song Yu sat down on the sofa opposite Yan's father, and his heart sank.

Dad Yan lit a cigarette, looked at Song Yu, but didn't speak.

Song Yu was very uncomfortable being sized up, so he smiled embarrassingly.

"Uncle... if you have something to say, just say it..."

Dad Yan took a puff of smoke, "That son of a bitch from my family must have caused you a lot of trouble."

Song Yu was taken aback for a moment, then waved his hands again and again, "No..."

Before he finished speaking, Father Yan interrupted him with a smile, "Come on, if you want to wring a child with normal sexuality back alive, even if you beat me to death, I won't believe that you have no grudge against him in your heart."

Father Yan explained what was in Song Yu's mind with one word. Song Yu couldn't help admiring Father Yan's sophistication, and suddenly understood why Yan Baijing was so smart.

It turns out that high IQ is also hereditary.

Song Yu grinned, "I do blame him, very much."

Father Yan sighed and smiled back at Song Yu.

"I apologize on behalf of my stupid son."

Song Yu shook his head and looked at Dad Yan firmly: "Uncle, you are worrying too much. Although I blame him for disrupting my life, my university is also complete because of him. Although I blame him for not caring about me after going abroad life and death, but after he saw me, he did everything he could to compensate me. Although I blamed him for breaking me up in my junior year and senior year, but... the only one who can really break up a straight man is This straight guy has feelings for that guy."

"The moment he appeared in front of my eyes, I suddenly felt that these petty grievances were not important anymore."

A very happy smile appeared on Song Yu's face.

"At that time, the moment I saw him, I just wanted to hug him, and I didn't want to lose him again. It's that simple."

"I've missed him for four years and I don't want to push him away with unnecessary resentment."

Song Yu looked into Papa Yan's eyes with clear eyes.

"Uncle Yan, no matter how low this society's tolerance for us is, I just like him. As long as this doesn't change, nothing else matters. Even if I can only eat steamed buns on the street, I won't give up. Him. Most importantly—”

"He is Yan Baijing. He is your most proud son."

also me.

most admired.

Learning God.

Song Yu's resentment was actually not much less than what Dad Yan imagined.

Including after being with Yan Baijing, for Hua Nanze who appeared repeatedly, in all fairness, he really had a short-circuited brain for a second or two, and complained about Yan Baijing.

But what else.

He likes him, that's a fact.

And he knew that Yan Baijing only liked him, and that was enough.

When Yan Baijing took him to ring the doorbells of the community building in order to make him a joke, when the 1.9-meter man appeared in front of him with a black face in hellokitty, when the big man wore an apron and held the clothes he made by himself. When the meal came to him.

The resentment in his heart has long since dissipated without a trace.

What else can prove the truth better than this most simple expression that does not require words?

As soon as Song Yu finished speaking, Dad Yan was stunned.

After burning the cigarette for a long time, Dad Yan burst out laughing.

"It seems that I, an old man, have been worrying about it hahahaha..."

Song Yu understood Dad Yan very well.

If he showed even a little uncertainty today, maybe this kind-looking father would spit out more poisonous words from his mouth.

After all, Yan Baijing is his son.

He also has his arrogance, how could he allow his son to find someone who is not worthy of him after giving birth to such an excellent child.

And this match does not refer to family, economy, or interests.

is trust.

Dad Yan flicked the cigarette ash, squinted and smiled at Song Yu.

"You call my daughter-in-law Mom and me Uncle?"

Only then did Song Yu laugh, and called loudly, "Dad!"

Before Dad Yan could answer, a rough scream suddenly came from the kitchen.

Before Song Yu could react, he heard Yan Baijing's voice like a lion's roar.

"Song Yu!! Who the hell taught you to add Chaotian pepper juice to Shuangpi Nai!!!"

It's actually quite sexy.

Song Yu looked at Yan's father, who was desperately holding back his laughter. Their eyes met, and their stomach hurt from laughing together.

After a while, I saw Yan Baijing rushing over violently carrying a double-skin milk box.

It perfectly interprets the meaning of the idiom bristling with anger.

Song Yu pretended to be very innocent and looked at Yan Baijing.

"Don't you like sweets?"

Yan Baijing's stomach full of pepper fire was suppressed by Song Yu's pretended innocence.

Only now did Song Yu see clearly that Yan Baijing's face was flushed from the heat, and there were still some choked tears around his eyes.

This color... Song Yu maliciously thought of the color of a certain animal's butt.

Suddenly he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Seeing Song Yu smiling like this, Yan Baijing squinted his eyes, stepped forward with his left hand and pinched Song Yu's mouth open, poured a little of the half bowl of double skin milk in his hand, and then smiled at Song Yu very satisfied smiled.

"How about it? You made it yourself. It's delicious, right? Don't you love sweets the most?"

Song Yu was almost choked by Yan Baijing's trachea, and before he could react, the spicy juice made from Chaotian pepper burned down his throat to his stomach in the next second.

The red color climbed to Song Yu's face at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Song Yu covered his neck and coughed a few times.

Coughing and laughing.

"Hahaha cough...Yan Baijing, you are simply too cute...cough cough cough!!!"

A few words suddenly came to mind when I first saw this person.

Xueba, Shuaibi, serious Xueba, serious and extremely boring Shuaibi, even the boring Shuaibi Xueba whose name is extremely serious.

I never thought that the male god who looked calm in front of everyone was actually a big boy with a childish temper.

He has his pride, and he will put on a bad face when some embarrassing things are exposed, and he will show his anger unreservedly because he is teased.

Most importantly, he won't let himself suffer at all...

The reunion dinner was enjoyable, and even Yan's father, who never had a big expression on his face, ate and laughed along with him.

No one has ever made his son show such an ups and downs expression.

It seems that Bai Jing finally met a guy who can control him.

You kid, you are very lucky.

"Dad, Mom, shall we go skiing on the fifth day of the junior high?"

At the dinner table, Yan Baijing suddenly mentioned this matter.

Song Yu didn't realize Yan Baijing's ghostly memory until he noticed that Yan Baijing's eyes were on him.

In the winter vacation of freshman year, they made an appointment to go skiing, but they put it on hold because of various things.

Yan Baijing smiled at him.

That smile seemed to say:

I will bear the responsibility for you being bent by me.

I will give you a home, our home.