Male God’s Freestyle Flirting

Han Yu dawdled into the bathroom to wash up, he didn't show any urgency at all, instead he moved slowly, as if deliberately delaying time.

He didn't want to go to grandpa's house at all.

As for why he agreed to Du Ruo before?

In fact, Han Yu himself hadn't figured it out either.

Maybe at that time, I still had a little yearning for my family. He has been alone for too long, and he still has the final dependence on his grandfather and parents in his private heart.

It's just that the teenager doesn't admit it.

He would rather think that he had a brain twitch.

But no matter what, Han Yu didn't want to go back on what he promised. Therefore, he simply went later and returned earlier to compress the time spent with them.

Today's weather is very good. In May, the sun starts to play its role. It is already a bit hot with a single shirt hanging on the body.

Han Yu went out and hailed a taxi. When the driver asked him where he was going, he was taken aback.

He seemed to have almost forgotten the address of his grandfather's house.

Fortunately, Du Ruo had sent him the time and address in advance, and Han Yu dug out the text message and reported it to the driver.

The taxi starts now.

Han Yu sat in the back seat, reclined lazily and did not move. Since the destination was not close to here, he narrowed his eyes reassuringly and planned to take a nap.

But the driver was very enthusiastic and took the initiative to talk to Han Yu, "Young man, are you going out alone? Where are your parents?"

The boy raised his eyes slightly, and replied blankly, "They're already waiting for me there."

"Oh, that's it." The driver nodded, looked back from the rearview mirror, and felt that the child seemed to be in a bad mood, so he said with a smile, "Do you want to listen to a song? Do you mind if I play two songs?" ?”

Han Yu shook his head.

The driver master reached out and turned on the music.

It was a shooting star song that didn't belong to Han Yu's era. He couldn't tell what it was. It was rock and roll and folk, anyway, it sounded weird, and young people didn't like it.

So he lazily leaned back again.

Through the rearview mirror, the driver saw the scar on Han Yu's forehead that hadn't completely faded away.

"Young man, what's the matter with your injury?" He looked about forty years old, the same age as his parents, and he always cared about Han Yu like his own son.

The young man is usually very annoyed by this kind of familiarity, but for some reason today, he didn't show any anger, and replied briefly: "Fighting."

He didn't mention the cause of the injury to anyone, even though Tang Xia seemed to guess it at the end, he didn't admit it either. As for Qi Hui, he also questioned him twice, but he prevaricated both times.

This driver is the only one who knows the truth.

"Fight?" The master was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and sighed in disapproval, "Boys of your age, why are you always fighting? Don't you know that your parents will be worried?"

Han Yu sneered, staring at the rapidly receding trees outside the car window, and asked, "Worried? Why?"

"Why not?" The master suddenly became anxious, raised his hand to turn off the music, and his voice became louder in the narrow taxi space, "Who doesn't feel sorry for you when you bump into each other? And you are so beautiful, what if There are scars left, what should I do when I find a partner in the future? Which child is not the baby of parents? Don’t you think so?”

Han Yu was silent, pulled the corner of his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm not."

"What did you say?" The boy's voice was too low for the master to hear.

"It's nothing." Han Yu didn't want to say it a second time.

But the master's words continued, "Oh, young man, I didn't say that, I also have a son who is about the same age as you, and he is studying in high school in his hometown." He paused, seeing Han Yu in the back row listening, and then continued, "If he hurts like you like this, I'll be so heartbroken."

"Uncle," the boy said, his voice was flat, "That's you, not my parents."

"Parents are the same all over the world," the master is very stubborn, "You guys are in adolescence now, and your psychology is relatively rebellious, and everything is not going well, so you always feel as if your parents don't care about you. But in fact, they worry about you every day. Can't eat well, sleep well, got bullied or something happened."

Han Yu had no choice but to look away.

Maybe, the driver master may be right, but for me, it is an exception.

The boy became quiet and didn't speak again until he reached his destination.

At the end of the day, the driver master still couldn't help but said earnestly: "Son, don't be a fool."

Han Yu was stunned for a moment, pursed his lips for a moment, and responded in a very low voice——

"Ok."

He has been drilling for more than ten years, and he should have let it go long ago.

The taxi drove away.

The boy turned around, and in front of him was a well-decorated villa area. Du Qiguan's home was in the center, a ten-minute walk away.

As he walked slowly along the path, memories suddenly flooded him.

When I was young, this road was not paved with bluestone slabs, and it was painful to step on the cobblestones.

When I was young, the lawns on both sides of this road were still there, but now they have been replaced by flower beds with various shapes.

When he was young, the road was so long that he could walk for a long time alone, but now it doesn't take long for the road to come to an end.

Han Yu raised his head and took a deep breath.

In this three-story villa, the iron gate outside the yard was wide open, and several private cars had parked in the yard. Although the door was closed, he knew that there must be a lot of people in the room.

For the first time, Han Yu was a little timid.

What kind of posture, what kind of expression, and what kind of identity should he go in?

The boy clenched his fists tightly, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

He stepped forward step by step, stood on the steps, and slowly raised his hand.

Through the door, Han Yu seemed to hear the laughter inside.

It seems quite lively.

He lowered his eyelids and smiled lowly.

The next moment, the boy knocked lightly on the door.

"Dong dong dong—" two short and one long, the rhythm is gentle.

Han Yujing waited, but after a while, there was a click of a lock, and the door opened.

He raised his eyebrows, looked directly through the opening of the door, and looked in resolutely.

It was a child who opened the door, only reaching Han Yu's waist, staring at the boy curiously with round eyes, with an innocent face.

He didn't stare at the child, but pushed the door, making the child subconsciously take a step back and make way for him.

Han Yu was completely exposed to the eyes of everyone in the room.

The uproar just now stopped suddenly.

Everyone looked at him with different expressions.

As if the air froze, in an instant, the entire hall was filled with the sound of the boy's footsteps.

Every step seems to step on people's hearts.

Han Yu breathed calmly, and looked steadily at the old man sitting at the end of the long table.

And be the first to break the silence—

"Grandpa."