I’m Afraid It’s a Salted Fish - Chapter 18

When the topic is here, the atmosphere is a little bit flamboyant.

However, because the next day there was still something to be done, the two did not dare to go too deep, but relieved each other.

…But today Chi Song seems to be extra bold and exposed.

After the solution, Chi Song’s mouth was numb.

Song Zhihuai hurt him a little and put him in his arms and pinched his face.

Chi Song vaguely called his name: “…To Huai.”

Song Zhihuai said, “Well, I’m here.”

In his arms, Chi Songtuan seriously looks like he is making a solemn oath: “To Huai, I love my mom and dad, but I won’t leave you.”

Song Zhihuai lifted his sweaty hair, held up his face, and kissed him with the same serious gesture.

the next day.

When Chi Song returned home, his mother was busy in the kitchen, while his father was reading the newspaper on the sofa.

The atmosphere at home was very cold, and Li Dazhong also noticed that the atmosphere was not right. Instead of spreading himself into a big ball of cat cake and basking in the sun as usual, he curled up in the cat’s nest and dozed off lazily.

Chi Yang greeted: “Dad, brother is back.”

Daddy Chi did not move until Chi Song yelled “Dad” before he put down the newspaper.

…The newspaper blocked a face that was more terrified than Chi Song.

Father Chi wiped his hands nervously on his pajamas pants and said, “Xiao Song, come back. … Did you have breakfast?”

Hearing the movements in the living room, Mommy Chi went straight to dinner.

Waking up early in the morning, Chi Song did not have an appetite for breakfast. Now he sees that the hot food is a bit hungry. He said thank you, and then picked up chopsticks and grabbed two meals in his mouth.

When receiving the rice bowl, Chi Song noticed that Chi’s mother’s eyes were flushed and there was a big scream in the corner of her lips.

Chi Song thought that he wouldn’t cry, but he only had a face-to-face meeting with his parents, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Mother Chi watched Chi Song for a while and said softly: “… Xiao Song, I have discussed with your dad. We have found a psychologist for you and will sign a confidentiality agreement with him. You go and see.”

Chi Song seemed to bite the lemon fiercely, holding the food immobile.

Chi Yang was also extremely surprised: “…Mom, he’s not sick.”

Ms. Chi picked up an old photo album from the dining table. It was supposed that she turned it out of the old thing last night.

In addition to the stale smell of dust, there was also a smell of expired milk wiped with a damp rag, which choked Chi Song’s eyes.

She opened the album a few pages, took out a printed photo from it, and handed it to Chi Song to see: “Do you remember her?”

Chi Song only glanced at it and recognized the photo as a celebration on June 1st Children’s Day when he was in kindergarten.

At that time, Chi Song was still a child in the middle class. The teacher led them to rehearse the “Dai Yu Entering Jia Mansion” segment in “Dream of the Red Chamber”.

Chi Song plays the younger version of Jia Baoyu, with Xiao Daiyu, Wang Xifeng and Xiao Sanchun on the stage.

According to the script, Chi Song said to Xiao Daiyu: “I have seen this sister.”

As soon as the line came out, the parents underneath laughed together, all laughing at such a small child, saying such old lines.

It wasn’t until Chi Song smashed that piece of jade, with a crying voice, that people were high or low, and they said “psychic” or “psychic”, and I didn’t want this lazy child anymore, and the parents all fell silent.

After a performance, parents were busy taking pictures of their children, while communicating with other parents.

The unanimous view is that the child who played Baoyu played really well and will definitely be an actor in the future.

Only Mom knows that the reason why his child can act so heartlessly is because he used to sit in the back seat of Mom’s bicycle, grabbed her by the corner of the dress, and secretly told her that he likes the one who played Xiaodaiyu Girl.

Mother Chi asked: “Why?”

Xiao Chisong swayed his legs and said, “She gave me chocolate, and the gifts are coming and going. I want to like her too.”

Because of this, Ms. Chi never thought that her son would like a man.

…Since Chi Song’s sexuality is not innate, he can certainly reverse it.

Mother Chi asked: “Do you remember her?”

Chi Song said: “Remember.”

…But he can’t remember the girl’s name.

It seems that he saw Chi Song’s hesitation, and his mother replied for him: “Her name is Hao Meng. As a child, you said that you will marry her in the future.”

Speaking of which, Ms. Chi’s words have brought some crying: “…so you don’t tell me you are born… I checked the information, homosexuality is born, there are also those who are not born, and they are crooked . Xiao Song, you…”

Dad Chi came over. He had always been gentle and soft, and he couldn’t say anything to Chi Song at this time. He had to pat his wife’s shoulder.

Chi Song settled down and took the photo album with the photo in his mother’s hand and took a closer look before putting the photo back in its place carefully and closing the photo album again.

“Slap”, neither light nor heavy.

Chi Song said: “Dad, Mom, how are you going to treat me?”

Ms. Chi apparently did not expect that Chi Song would be so calm. She glanced at her husband before saying, “We all listen to the doctor.”

Chi Song: “Homosexual treatment requires electric shock in the Middle Ages.”

Father Chi was stunned: “…this, that’s a thing of the past, maybe there is a medicine now, take it, we will be all right.”

“Dad, if you really have this medicine, the curative effect cannot be one-way. Can people who originally liked girls also become like men?” Chi Song lowered his head calmly, “… this is not a disease , Dad, Mom, it’s not depression, it’s not anxiety, it’s just’I love him.’

More than a year ago, when it was discovered that Song Zhihuai had shown favoritism to himself, Chi Song was not panicking.

He specifically checked a lot of information, some of which shocked him.

Chi Song thought, no, no, I can’t like Song Zhihuai, nor can I like it for my family.

But when he thought so, he felt very depressed.

There is a coin-throwing paragraph saying this, when you toss a coin and want to rely on the front and back to determine whether dinner is to eat chicken or fish, the moment you toss the coin, which side do you want to face up, which is what you really want The choice you want.

Soon after, Song Zhihuai gave him a movie ticket and invited him to watch a recent movie with a high reputation that was hard to find.

Chi Song went away, but found that the movie theater was empty.

The best position is his, and Song Zhihuai, who has been waiting for a long time, sits next to his seat.

Song Zhihuai packed the show, bought a large bucket of popcorn, and shared it with the restless and excited Chi Song.

The movie went to the midfield, and the male host said to the female host, I like you.

Song Zhihuai posted to Chi Song’s ear and whispered, “Chi Song, I like you too.”

Chi Song was stunned. Next, he could not see any picture, but felt that there was a pile of paintings shaking like a lantern in front of his eyes.

He heard himself ask: “When?”

Song Zhihuai said, “I don’t know.”

Later, he thought about it and said: “It should be two months ago. I went to a coffee shop to talk to people. The strawberry cake in that coffee shop was very delicious and not at all boring. I I thought after taking a bite, I will take you to eat next time.”

With that in mind, he caught Chi Song’s paws next to the popcorn bucket and said softly, “…that’s when it started.”

Time back to the present.

Chi Song spoke a lot to his parents, how he knew Song Zhihuai, and how Song Zhihuai treated him. Later, he could not remember what he said.

During this period, he probably choked for a while, and when he eased his emotions, he found that his mother was crying harder than him.

He tried to stabilize his emotions and continued to talk.

It’s just that I’ve been with Song Zhihuai for more than a year, I haven’t quarreled, I haven’t fallen in a pot or bowl, and some are only memorable daily lives, but Chi Song spent most of the day telling his parents how much he had it is good.

Chi Song’s final summary is: “… Dad, Mom, I like him very much.”

Mom Chi was crying enough, and now the expression on her face was a little numb.

She said, “Go back.”

Chi Song stood up: “Mom…”

Mother Chi said: “You still have work to be busy, there are announcements to catch up, delaying at home two days a day, it’s not ridiculous. This matter… I’ll talk about it later.”

After a day, Chi Song also had no energy: “Mom, don’t give me a blind date again.”

Ms. Chi’s tone was exhausted: “You are a ghost and a confidant right now, how can I still let you harm other girls, there is no conscience.”

Chi Song told Chi Yang to stay at home to appease his parents, but he stepped out of the building.

It was raining outside, it was not small. The thick line of rain ejected white arrows in the water on the ground, hitting huge bubbles.

Chi Song ran into the rain, but he was dragged back by someone without running a few steps.

Song Zhihuai held a black umbrella and wondered how long he had stood outside the unit.

He wiped Chi Song’s cheeks and wet hair with his sleeves, and there was an inexplicable anxiety in his tone: “What’s going on? Didn’t you see it raining outside?”

Chi Song looked at Song Zhihuai blankly and asked softly, “How long have you been waiting?”

Song Zhihuai calmed down and replied: “Not long.”

With that said, he took out something from his arms.

Those are stickers that can be bought at a street shop for a dollar, and printed on it are Xue Yunyang, which has been beautified by soft light.

Song Zhihuai said with a smile: “You see what I bought? When we go home, we will put it next to the handsome cat food bowl and tell her to see you every day.”

Chi Song rushed into Song Zhihuai’s arms without saying a word.

Song Zhihuai didn’t ask him what was the result of the negotiation. He only hugged his slightly wet shoulders and calmed the tight muscles in his back.

After a long time, Chi Song’s soft voice came out of his arms: “… Zhihuai, I want to eat grilled skewers.”

Song Zhihuai was amused: “Okay, let’s go back to the hotel and order takeaway.”

Chi Song rubbed him, with a sullen throat, said dizzyly: “…I just thought about your face.”

Song Zhihuai knew what he was talking about, but he felt distressed: “Okay, okay, ah.”

At the corner of the second floor, Ms. Chi held an umbrella in her hand and listened to the conversation between the two people at the door of the building. Her legs gradually softened.

She fell to the ground, holding the umbrella that was ready to be sent to Chi Song in her arms, and shivered.