After get off work, the two were called to the office and scolded, and 500 yuan was deducted from their wages, meaning that they had worked for a week in vain.
Connor Wen walked out of the studio, feeling completely exhausted. His feet felt like they were filled with lead. Today was like his day of suffering, and he had been in pain since he opened his eyes. Although he wanted to save money, he couldn't help but take a taxi.
After staggering back home, he smelled the aroma of food coming from the house. This ordinary, simple smell that would not attract his attention at any time moved him very much at this moment, because from this morning till now, his mind was full of Natalie Luo, who lost her father when she was young, was abandoned by her mother, left home to work when she was in her teens, and finally ended her life at a young age. Such ordinary happiness is probably something she can't find at a fortune.
He pushed open the door and heard Meredith Feng's voice coming from the kitchen: "You B@st@ard, come in and take off your shoes!"
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Connor Wen put on slippers and walked into the kitchen.
Meredith Feng turned her head to look at him, her expression obviously a little worried. After seeing that he was in a bad mood, her eyebrows knitted up: "What's wrong with you? Are you sick?"
"No, I just feel uncomfortable drinking."
"You still have the nerve to say that?"
Connor Wen scratched his hair: "It's my friend's birthday."
Meredith Feng glared at him: "You came back crying so hard this morning. If someone didn't know, they would think you were R@p3d."
Connor Wen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Mom, do you have to be so tough?"
Meredith Feng snorted: "Did you break up?"
"No way." Connor Wen walked over and hugged Meredith Feng's waist, saying coquettishly, "I haven't found a 18-centimeter-tall man with eight-pack abs yet, so how can I be heartbroken?"
Meredith Feng rolled her eyes at him and said, "Shameless." But she looked relieved.
He and his mother have been able to talk about almost anything since they were young. His mother is quite fashionable. She was the first to try new things, such as miniskirts, bell-bottom pants, permed hair, and eyebrow tattoos. She still dared to wear them and wore them in her forties, and she maintained herself well. Therefore, he never hid the fact that he liked men from his mother, and his mother accepted it calmly.
He put his face on his mother's shoulder and felt a little calmer. Tomorrow...will he be able to calmly face the "nephew" he had never met.
The next day after work, Connor Wen rushed to the address sent to him by Lawyer Cao.
He turned as soon as he got out of the subway. He grew up in Beijing but had never been to this place.
After asking someone for directions, he headed south.
After walking for nearly ten minutes, he still didn't see the building that the passers-by mentioned. He felt a little irritated and anxious, both for being lost and for the person he was about to meet.
He heard the sound of a bicycle behind him, so he turned around to stop someone and ask for directions. When he turned around, he saw that the bicycle was almost behind him. Their eyes met, and Connor Wen didn't have time to see what the other person looked like. He only remembered a flash of surprise in those bright black eyes. They were both startled at the same time, and he lost his balance when the bicycle hit him, and was knocked to the ground.
The bicycle braked sharply.
Connor Wen lay on the ground, feeling powerless for a moment. It wasn't painful, but he felt that everything had gone wrong from yesterday until now, and he felt very tired.
"Sorry, are you okay?" A clear voice came from above, and Connor Wen's heart trembled. It was a voice that belonged to a teenager, between immaturity and maturity. The voice had an ethereal feeling of sunlight penetrating the air and spreading across the earth, and it was so beautiful that it made people feel numb all over.
Connor Wen couldn't help but look up. He first saw a pair of very clean white sneakers, then a pair of long legs wrapped in blue school uniform sweatpants, followed by the hem of a snow-white shirt, simple and shiny buttons, half-rolled sleeves, and finally the long collarbone and protruding Adam's apple. The white headphone wire hanging from the boy's neck swayed in front of his eyes, like a hypnotic clock, making people lose their minds for a short time. Connor Wen felt a little hot and was too nervous to look up. Although he was already working, he had just left the school uniform for less than a year. The boy's voice and figure alone made him a little distracted.
"What's wrong with you? Did you fall and get hurt?" the boy squatted down.
Connor Wen looked up and met a pair of deep and beautiful eyes. He was a little disappointed and a little excited. He was disappointed that the boy looked only about fifteen or sixteen years old, too young, but he was excited because he had a super handsome face that lived up to his voice and figure. His skin was delicate and smooth, his hair was black and thick. Looking from bottom to top, his eyelashes were like two fans, his lips were exceptionally rosy, and his whole body exuded the breath of youth and sunshine, so beautiful that it was dazzling.
Connor Wen felt his heart beat a few times. Although he always liked mature and strong men and was not interested in such immature little boys, this child was really good-looking and it was inevitable that he would have reverie. In a trance, he always felt that this boy looked a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
The boy's eyes were constantly wandering over Connor Wen's face, and his eyes were particularly bright.
Connor Wen's face turned red when he looked at him.
The boy helped him to his feet.
After Connor Wen stood up straight, he found that the child was taller than him. Although he was not very tall, he was at least of standard height. These younger generations were really well nourished.
The boy apologized, "I'm sorry, I was listening to music and I was a little distracted. Are you hurt anywhere?"
"It's just a scratch, it's okay." Connor Wen patted his pants.
"Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No, no." Connor Wen waved his hand.
The boy looked at him steadily, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.
Connor Wen remembered something and took out his phone to show 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 slid, and he looked at Connor Wen deeply: "It's on the way, I'll take you there."
"Really? Thank you then."
The boy patted the back seat: "Come on."
Connor Wen climbed onto the back seat, looking at the waistline faintly visible under the boy's white shirt, thinking that it would be a B@st@ard not to take advantage of the opportunity, so he hugged him unceremoniously.
The boy's body seemed to stiffen for a moment, but soon he was able to ride the bicycle.
Connor Wen wanted to say something, but he felt that it was not a good idea to hook up with an underage boy. After all, he still liked mature and strong men. Besides, he was really not in the mood at the moment, so he simply gave up.
The boy didn't say anything and just rode his bike quietly.
A cool spring breeze blew on his face, and Connor Wen squinted his eyes comfortably. A faint scent of shaving water wafted in the air, refreshing and refreshing, making people feel relaxed and happy. The boy's white shirt was also blown up, caressing Connor Wen's cheek faintly, full of the dry breath of the sun.
Many years later, this scene is still deeply engraved in Connor Wen's mind. Even when he recalls it, it seems as if the smell of shaving water mixed with sunshine is still between his breath, as beautiful as the warm sunshine in April, so warm and pure that it makes people intoxicated.
Soon, the boy parked the car in front of a small winery. The winery was not big, but its pure European-style decoration was very tasteful, and the details were very exquisite. The sweet aroma of red wine was already wafting in the air.
Connor Wen said: "Yes, it is here, thank you."
"Go in." said the young man.
"Well, bye, handsome boy." Connor Wen took a deep breath and walked in with a heavy heart.
A man in his thirties walked out of the winery. He was tall and dressed in a suit and tie. He wore serious gold-rimmed glasses and had a dignified appearance. He looked like a complete elite. "Mr. Wen? Hello."
"Hello, this is Lawyer Cao, right?"
"Yes. It just so happens that you all are here." Brendan Cao looked behind Connor Wen.
"We?" Connor Wen was stunned. He turned his head and found that the young man had followed in quietly.
A dazzling spark flashed through his mind, causing his brain to go blank for a short time. He suddenly remembered why this boy looked familiar to him, because he looked like Natalie Luo.
The boy stood straight behind him, his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his delicate and childish face, and he said in a voice as clear as spring water: "Hello, uncle."
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