When his parents saw him starting to pack his luggage again, they couldn't help but wonder where he was going. He was on the road every day all year round, so why didn't he like staying at home? He suddenly wanted to tell his family that he had a lover, but the words still stuck on his lips.

Swallowed it back.

"What do you want to say? You seem to be holding back a lot of words."

My father asked while reading the book. He mustered up the courage to say,

"I'm going to see...my...friend."

"Oh, go ahead and be safe." Father nodded.

"A very good friend. I will introduce him to you then. You must like him."

"We can rest assured about the friends you make." The father laughed, but found that he seemed to have something to say.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" My father finally put down the book and asked patiently.

"he is me…"

Lover? Lover? The words came to his lips but he swallowed them back.

"I met a friend when I went to South Island. He is a very nice person."

He still couldn't tell. His father seemed to be aware of it and asked tentatively, "Boy, girl?"

"Male." Su Meng smiled.

The impact of the plane landing woke him up again. It was raining in Xi'an, and the sporadic raindrops grazed the windows and left traces of water. The mobile phones of the passengers in the cabin began to ring, one after another. Only his mobile phone was very loud.

Jing Jing. When he arrived at the exit and saw the familiar Song T-shirt and fisherman hat, he ignored other people's eyes and ran towards his lover dragging the box. Song Qingchi smiled and opened his arms to hug him.

Familiar taste, familiar embrace. Su Meng greedily sought Song Qingzhi's warmth and was reluctant to part with her.

"You miss me so much?" Song Qingzhi teased him while kissing his neck.

"It's raining outside and a bit cold. You wore too little..."

Song Qingchi hadn't finished speaking in the car. He didn't care whether it was sunny or rainy outside the car. It had nothing to do with him. His fingers touched the slightly raised joint behind Song Qingchi's ear and gently kneaded it.

Laughed,

"You are tempting me to do something extreme to you."

"What's too much?"

Su Meng raised her eyebrows and looked at him, her eyes filled with love and lust that couldn't be overcome.

"You..."

Song Qingchi smiled and rubbed the tip of his nose.

Before going home, Song Qingchi made a special trip to a convenience store, saying he was thirsty to buy water.

"what do you drink?"

"Tea, any kind of tea is fine."

After more than half an hour, Song Qingchi came back, carrying two bags. One bag was handed in through the car window, and the other was put into the trunk by Song Qingchi. "What's in the bag at the back?"

Su Meng asked him, but Song Qingchi smiled and did not answer.

Song Qingchi's home is far away from the noisy urban area. The decoration of the home is elegant and spacious, with many green plants. It can be said that it is layered on top of each other, almost like a botanical garden. Song Qingchi's father doesn't talk much, and his mother is relatively warm and cheerful.

, pulled him and asked him many things, where did he work? How did he meet Xiaoyu? How and so on. He looked very harmonious. Song Qingzhi sat next to him and never spoke.

"You are really a director!" Mother Song covered her mouth and said happily, "Oh, Xiaoyu told me before, I still don't believe it. How can there be such a young and handsome director? Hahaha, I'm talking nonsense again.

You are laughing."

Song Qingchi's father didn't talk much. He always worked quietly on the side, peeling apples for Song's mother, or adding tea to them. He was very considerate. Song Qingchi would also get up to help with things, and the father and son only exchanged a few words occasionally. Song Qingchi

After Chi's father finished taking care of the things in the living room, he got up and went to the study.

"Xiaoyu, come here." The old man called Song Qingchi over, and Song Qingchi also got up and followed him.

"How are you doing?" Father poured the tea leaves into the clay pot and poured hot water.

"not bad."

"The wind is strong on the island in autumn, so please pay attention to your safety when going to sea." His father handed him a cup of tea.

"Yes. I know." Song Qingchi nodded and took the tea from his father. His father listened to the movement in the living room and made sure that Su Meng and Song Qingchi's mother were still chatting before asking in a low voice,

"Is that kid outside your new boyfriend?"

"Yeah." Song Qingchi nodded generously. Song Qingchi's father sighed and changed the topic.

"Are you still going to that island?"

"I don't go there very often. The last time I went there was with the film crew to collect information on the island."

"Don't go there again, that island is unlucky." Song Qingchi's father warned him once, but when he saw that he remained silent, he said it again,

"Have you remembered, I asked you not to go again."

"Yes, Dad, I understand." Song Qingchi nodded in agreement, but he was absent-minded.

"How long will you stay at home this time?"

"Look at him, I will stay with him as long as he wants."

"...You kid..." His father hesitated to speak, and finally patted Song Qingchi on the shoulder with considerable force, "Don't let your mother see it."

"I know." Song Qingchi did not hesitate this time and nodded seriously.

Instead of cooking dinner at home, they went out to eat. Song's mother laughed and said that her cooking was not delicious, and the father and son never gained weight after eating her cooking. Su Meng secretly pinched Song Qingzhi while Song Qingzhi was not paying attention.

Qingzhi's was indeed lean. Song Qingzhi held his hand in his palm and couldn't take it away. Song Qingzhi glanced at him, and he obediently stopped moving and let Song Qingzhi hold it.

Holding his hand.

"Xiao Su, what do you like to eat?"

Song Qingchi's mother turned around from the front seat and asked him, and Song Qingchi hurriedly let go of her hand.

"Ah...anything is fine, I'm not picky about food."

"Oh, this is going to be difficult. Let's take Xiao Su and the others to the same place last time. There are not many people and the environment is quiet."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Song Qingchi's father nodded in agreement.

"Xiao Song used to be an actor, Xiao Su, you know," Song's mother said excitedly. "This child is very naughty in school and always fights with others. I say you should just become a martial arts actor and show off your skills.

Such a fighting ability! This kid actually went to work as an actor in a drama troupe. Then he stopped doing it. Do you think he is naughty or not?"

"Do you only work as an actor in a drama troupe?" Su Meng asked. It seemed that Song's mother didn't know that Song Qingchi had participated in movies.

"Yes, he just went to learn acting out of anger and didn't love it at all. It happened that his grandfather missed him, so he went to the South Island to stay with the old man and then never came back. This kid is really worried."

After Song's mother finished speaking, she gestured to give Song Qingchi a pat, and Song Qingchi obediently leaned forward.

"Your boy must have a girl he likes on the island, so he doesn't want to come back." Song's mother smiled and looked at Song Qingchi.

Song Qingchi shook his head. Mother Song looked at him and asked again, her eyes seemed to have turned cold.

"You have a girl you like, right?"

The air gradually condensed, and Song Qingchi's father saw that something was wrong, and quickly opened the door and urged the waiter to deliver the food. Song Qingchi was silent for a while, and had no choice but to nod. Song's mother's questioning eyes gradually softened, and the tight corners of her mouth returned to a smile.

"The girl may be embarrassed too. Why don't you bring her back next year or some time for a visit, Xiaoyu."

"Okay...I understand. Mom, you can eat the vegetables."

Song Qingchi turned the newly served dishes on the turntable to his mother. Song's mother smiled and rolled her eyes.

"Look, you're impatient after I say a few words. Xiao Su must think I'm a verbose old woman."

"No…"

Su Meng quickly denied it. Something was wrong, everything was wrong. Song Qingzhi's mother's paranoia and stubbornness, and the father and son's forbearance and retreat, which could be said to be perfunctory, made him breathless.

"Xiaoyu was born with a bone behind his ear. The doctor also said that this child will cause trouble in the future. I don't believe it." Song Qingchi's mother was still chatting, "This child behaves well in front of me."

Su Meng looked at Song Qingchi who was eating vegetables, then at Song Qingchi's father who was silent, and said tentatively,

"Maybe... you have been suppressing your true nature?"

Song Qingchi's chopsticks stopped, and Song Qingchi's father also looked up at him. Only Song's mother still kept her smile, looking at him calmly as if to confirm, and asked,

"Yeah?"
Chapter completed!