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After get off work, the two of them were called to the office, scolded, and each deducted 500 yuan. Their work for a week was in vain.

Wen Xiaohui walked out of the studio and felt that his whole body was exhausted. Every step he took was as if his feet were filled with lead. Today was like his own Good Friday. He had been in pain since he opened his eyes. Although he wanted to save money, he still couldn't.

I couldn't help but take a taxi.

After staggering back home, he lifted his nose and smelled the aroma of food wafting out of the house. This ordinary, simple smell that usually would not attract his attention at all, made him particularly moved at this time, because

From this morning to now, all he could think about was the young Luo Yaya who lost her father, was abandoned by her mother, left home to work in her teens, and finally ended her life at such a young age. Such ordinary happiness would probably be beyond her reach.

Asked for.

He opened the door, and Feng Yuehua's voice came from the kitchen: "You bastard, come in and take off your shoes!"

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Wen Xiaohui put on slippers and walked into the kitchen.

Feng Yuehua turned to look at him, her expression obviously worried. Seeing that he was not in good spirits, her eyebrows knitted together: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"

"No, I just feel uncomfortable after drinking."

"You still have the nerve to say it?"

Wen Xiaohui scratched his hair: "It's a friend's birthday."

Feng Yuehua glanced at him: "You were crying when you came back in the morning. If you didn't know, you would have thought you were raped."

Wen Xiaohui couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, do you want to be so tough?"

Feng Yuehua hummed: "Are you broken in love?"

"That's not true." Wen Xiaohui walked over and hugged Feng Yuehua's waist, and said coquettishly: "I haven't found a hunk who is 18 centimeters tall and has eight-pack abs. How could I be so heartbroken?"

Feng Yuehua rolled her eyes at him: "Shameless." But her expression was relieved.

He and his mother have talked about almost everything since childhood. His mother is more fashionable. She was the first to try anything new, such as miniskirts, bell bottoms, hair perms, and eyebrow tattoos. She is still in her forties.

He dared to wear it and took good care of it, so he never hid his love for men from his mother, and his mother accepted it calmly.

He put his face on his fucking shoulder and felt a little calmer. Tomorrow... would he be able to calmly face the "nephew" he had never met before?

After work the next day, Wen Xiaohui rushed to the address sent to him by Lawyer Cao.

He turned around as he got out of the subway. He grew up in the capital, but had never been to this place.

After asking someone for directions, he walked south.

After walking for almost ten minutes, he still didn't see the building that passers-by were talking about. He felt a little irritated and anxious, both for himself and for the people he was about to see.

There was a sound of a bicycle behind him. He turned around and wanted to stop someone and ask for directions. When he turned around, he saw the bicycle almost behind him. Their eyes met. Wen Xiaohui didn't have time to see clearly what the other person looked like. He only remembered that

Surprise flashed across his dark and bright eyes, and both of them were startled at the same time. His center of gravity was unstable around the bicycle, and he was knocked directly to the ground.

The bicycle made a harsh emergency braking sound.

Wen Xiaohui lay on the ground, feeling powerless for a moment. It didn't hurt at all, but he felt that everything had gone wrong from yesterday to now, which made him feel quite tired.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" A clear voice came from above, and Wen Xiaohui's heart trembled. It was a tone that belonged to a teenager, between youth and maturity. The voice had a kind of sunshine penetrating the air.

The ethereal feeling of the earth is so good that it makes people feel numb all over.

Wen Xiaohui couldn't help but look up. First he saw a pair of very clean white sneakers, then a pair of long legs wrapped in blue school uniform sweatpants that seemed to be invisible, and then the hem of a snow-white shirt, each one simple and smooth.

Buttons, half-rolled sleeves, and finally the long collarbone and raised Adam's apple. The white earphone cord hanging from the young man's neck dangled in front of his eyes, like a hypnotic clock, making people temporarily absent-minded. Wen Xiaohui

He felt a little hot in his body and was too nervous to look up. Although he was already working, he had just left school uniforms for less than a year, and this boy's voice and figure alone made him a little distraught.

"What's wrong with you? Are you injured?" The young man squatted down.

Wen Xiaohui raised his head and met a pair of deep and beautiful eyes. He was a little disappointed and a little excited. What was disappointing was that the boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, too young. What was exciting was that he had a face that completely lived up to him.

He has a super handsome face with both voice and body, delicate and smooth skin, and thick black hair. Looking from bottom to top, his eyelashes are like two fans, his lips are exceptionally bright red, and his whole body exudes the aura of youth and sunshine, making him look dazzling.

Wen Xiaohui felt his heart beat a few times. Although he had always liked mature men and was not interested in young boys like this, this boy was so good-looking that it inevitably aroused people's imagination. In a daze, he always felt that this

The boy looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

The young man's eyes kept wandering on Wen Xiaohui's face, and his eyes were particularly bright.

Wen Xiaohui's face turned hot when he saw him.

The young man helped him stand up.

After Wen Xiaohui stood up straight, he found that the child was taller than him. Although he was not very tall, he was still standard. These young people were really well-nourished.

The young man said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I was listening to music and was a little distracted. Are you injured somewhere?"

"It was just a scratch, it's okay." Wen Xiaohui patted his pants.

"Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

"No, no, no." Wen Xiaohui waved his hand.

The young man looked at him steadily, as if he had no intention of leaving.

Wen Xiaohui thought of something, took out his cell phone and showed him the text message: "Hey, do you know this place? I can't find it."

The young man glanced at the text message, his Adam's apple slipped, and he took a deep look at Wen Xiaohui: "I'm on my way, I'll take you there."

"Really, thank you."

The young man patted the back seat: "Come on."

Wen Xiaohui got on the back seat, looked at the young man's waistline that was looming under his white shirt, and thought that he would not take advantage of the bastard, so he hugged him unceremoniously.

The boy's body seemed to be stiff, and he quickly started riding his bicycle.

Wen Xiaohui wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not good to hook up with an underage boy. After all, he still liked mature and strong men. Besides, he was really not in the mood right now, so he simply gave up.

The boy didn't say anything and rode quietly.

A gust of cool spring breeze blew on his face. Wen Xiaohui narrowed his eyes comfortably. There was a faint smell of shaving water in the air, which was refreshing and refreshing. It made people feel relaxed and happy. The boy's white shirt also blew, as if there was nothing there.

The ground caressed Wen Xiaohui's cheek, filled with the dry breath of sunshine.

Many years later, this scene was still deeply engraved in Wen Xiaohui's mind. Even when he recalled it, it seemed that the smell of shaving water mixed with sunshine was still in his breath, as beautiful as the warmth of April.

Yang, warm and pure, is intoxicating.

Soon, the boy parked the car in front of a small winery. The winery had a small appearance, but the pure European style decoration was very tasteful and the details were very exquisite. The sweet aroma of red wine was already hitting his face.

Wen Xiaohui said: "Yes, it's right here. Thank you."

"Go in." The young man said.

"Well, bye, handsome boy." Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath and walked in thoughtfully.

A man in his thirties walked out of the winery, wearing a suit and leather shoes, tall, with strict gold-rimmed glasses, a dignified appearance, and a complete elite style: "Mr. Wen? Hello."

"Hello, this is Lawyer Cao."

"Yes. It just so happens that you are all here." Cao Hai looked behind Wen Xiaohui.

"Us?" Wen Xiaohui was startled, and when he turned his head, he found that the young man had followed him in quietly.

A dazzling spark flashed in his mind, causing his brain to go blank for a moment. He suddenly remembered why this young man looked familiar to him, because he looked like Luo Yaya.
Chapter completed!