[Mtl]How Can I Get Rid Of Him[Bl] Ch 27(Extra 2)

There are no classes in the United States from Christmas to New Year’s Day. Moxie didn’t plan to return to China, so he flew to the city where his father is.

This is the first time Moxie has visited his father’s home in the United States. It is a single-family villa with five or six rooms, a chic little backyard, and a big yellow dog.

It looks like a nice life.

Although this is a relatively underdeveloped city in the United States, you can live with your loved ones and be recognized by the society, without having to care about the eyes of the people around you. Moxie felt that his purpose in life was no more than that.

Uncle Li knew that he was coming, so he started busy one day in advance. When Moxie got home, seven or eight familiar Chinese dishes were waiting for him on the table.

Mo Xi was so excited that he almost cried, God knows how bad the so-called Chinese food near their school is. And he was busy with classes during the day and part-time work at night, so he didn’t have time to cook properly.

“Xiaoxi, I see you this time and think you’re thinner than before,” Uncle Li added vegetables to Xiaoxi’s bowl, while chatting about family affairs, “How was it when you first came to America, are you used to it?”

“It’s okay, there must be some unaccustomed ,” Mo Xi looked at Uncle Li and said with a slight smile, “but when you’re busy, you forget it.”

“But don’t be too tired,” Mo Cheng instructed him, “Body is important, don’t worry about money.”

Moxie waved his hand and didn’t answer.

He felt that it was not good for him to ask for money from his family when he was so old, but his father didn’t agree with him to go to work, so he didn’t plan to let them know.

After dinner, Uncle Li took him around the house. Mo Xi saw a photo of Mo Cheng and Uncle Li when they were young in the study.

In the photo, two young men in their twenties are standing side by side. Mo Cheng was obviously half a head taller than Uncle Li. He was wearing a leather jacket and looked at the camera with his head raised in high spirits; while Uncle Li, who was beside him, lowered his head slightly, as if he was a little shy and didn’t dare to look at the person next to him.

“You know each other so young?” Mo Xi looked at Uncle Li in surprise. He always thought that his father met Uncle Li after he divorced his mother.

“Yes, we are college classmates,” Uncle Li looked into the distance lightly, as if recalling something, with a hint of shyness on his face, “At that time, your father was already a man of influence in the school.”

“Then you… …At that time?” Mo Xi faintly had a bad feeling in his heart, an intuition that had been suppressed throughout his life for more than ten years.

“We were together for a while at that time.”

Moxie suddenly felt a sense of thunder. His sister’s complaints to his father in those years, as well as his mother’s babble before his death, were all strung together into a line and surfaced. on the water.

If Mo Cheng was with Uncle Li before marriage, what is his mother?

He knew his dad was gay, but no one ever said that his dad was gay before he married his mom.

His sister didn’t want to tell him, and neither did his mother.

He never dared to think.

Because he doesn’t want to use the worst guess to make assumptions about the person he loves the most.

But the deepest knife is often stabbed by the person you love the most.

Moxie’s body trembled slightly, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already red. He asked in a hoarse voice, “Then what does my mother mean to him?”

Uncle Li was startled to realize that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly apologized.

Mo Cheng heard the abnormality in the study and walked in. However, I saw one person who looked lost, blushing and didn’t speak, and the other person looked down, as if he was ashamed into the dust. One big and one small, relatively silent.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Cheng couldn’t figure it out, was it okay just now?

Moxie turned his head to stare at him, his eyes had no respect for a father. He trembled and pointed at the photo that reflected the green years of him and Li Tongfang, with a sad expression in his eyes: “Before you and my mother were together, you already knew that you liked men?”

Mo Cheng was stunned, lowered his head and didn’t answer.

In the long silence, the air seemed to freeze, so quiet that every sigh could be heard particularly clearly.

“I’m sorry for your mother,” Mo Cheng choked out for a long time, “I’m sorry you guys.”

Mo Xi suddenly laughed. His mother is a pure and kind woman. She doesn’t know what wicked things she did in her last life to meet her father in this life.

Now that people are buried under the loess, Mo Cheng’s words are cheap, like bubbles in the air, worthless.

“Xiao Xi,” Uncle Li grabbed his wrist, bit his lip nervously, and explained, “We didn’t have any contact during the ten years he was with your mother, and it was only after their relationship broke up that we…”

“That ‘s all. That’s all,” Mo Xi shook his head, stood up from the chair, and glanced at Mo Cheng and Uncle Li tiredly, “What’s the use of talking about this now, you can live a good life.”

After speaking, he went to the entrance to pick up luggage, opened the door and left.

No matter how Uncle Li shouted behind him, he didn’t turn his head back.

He didn’t want to stay in this house for one more second.

Moxie changed his signature and went back to school that day. It was 10 p.m. when Moxie got home, and the roommates were not there. Sitting at home, he was bored and wanted to go out for a walk.

It happened to be Christmas Eve that day, and almost all Americans were reunited with their families, stores were closed, and the streets were deserted.

Before I knew it, I walked to the gate of the school, and there were a few foreign students still walking around the campus, so it was not as cold as the street.

Moxie found a chair next to the street lamp and sat down. His feet were on the snow, and he stared blankly ahead, not feeling the cold at all.

There are so many things in his mind that he needs to digest little by little. When his mother left, he never said bad things about his father, but when he occasionally talked about his youth, his eyes flashed with different expressions.

There are misses, unwillingness, and pain.

Moxie forgot how many times he had mentioned his father and Uncle Li being together at home. He didn’t know how his mother felt when he heard it.

The wind in the winter night gradually picked up, blowing on Moxie’s face like big ears, but he didn’t move.

He suddenly understood, why his emotional path has been so unsmooth, probably because of retribution, the father’s debt to the son.

I don’t know when it started to snow or how long it lasted.

It wasn’t until a child handed Moxie an umbrella that he pulled away from his memory. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, his shoes have been stuck in the snowdrifts, and a thin layer of snow frost has condensed on his hair.

“A brother asked me to give it to you just now. He said it was too cold here and asked you to go home early.” The teenage boy sent an umbrella to Moxie, and patted the one on his shoulder for him by the way. Snow.

“Thank you,” Mo Xi was stunned and asked, “Which brother?”

The little boy pointed forward and said, “I don’t know him, but he is Asian and tall.”

Mo Xi looked at the little boy and pointed direction, but there is no half figure there.

He thought that it was probably an umbrella given by an Asian student who had never met before.

Moxie got up from the chair, patted the snow on his body, left the umbrella to the little boy, and went home by himself.

After Pei Hao came back from the United States for Christmas, he caught a cold.

Pei Yixin was very angry. At first, Pei Hao said that he was going to the United States to see if there were any companies that could cooperate with him. He agreed. As a result, Christmas still used the same excuse to fly to the United States in a flash.

Which American company still works at Christmas? Isn’t that bullshit.

“Tell me clearly why you want to run to the United States every day! Don’t go after that.” Pei Yixin lost his temper at home, and Pei Hao pouted on the bed and didn’t answer.

Song Wanqin also wanted to scold Pei Hao, but she swallowed her anger when she saw her son’s sickness in bed.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” Song Wanqin gave Pei Yi her heart. “Wait until the person is healed before scolding him.” She turned around and said something to Pei Hao: “Tell me about you, go and go, why is it like this?”

Pei Hao sneezed and thought, there is no way, who told your daughter-in-law to run out and sit in the snow most of the night and think about life.

I don’t follow what if he froze.

Seeing that Pei Hao didn’t answer, Song Wanqin went out to make porridge for him.

In the evening, Pei Hao returned to where he lived. Thinking about the lonely look of Moxie these days, I feel that something is wrong.

So I made a call to Da Bai.

When Da Bai saw Pei Hao’s number, his hand shook involuntarily.

Since Mo Xi went abroad, Pei Hao has attached to him. He is asking for the address and sending things. He also asks his father to tell his grandmother, please don’t tell Xiaoxi.

Dabai feels that he lives like a spy, and every time he talks to Moxie on the phone, he has to find a lot of excuses, afraid that he will wear it accidentally.

But in his heart, he was actually moved by Pei Hao’s indomitable spirit.

After talking about so many unrequited loves, he became more and more aware of the value of true love in the gay circle. He would accept any man who treats him half the way Pei Hao treats Xiaoxi.

Two years ago, he didn’t believe that Pei Hao could do this for Xiaoxi when he was killed.

Today, one is desperate to save, and the other is indifferent. He was also helpless, he could only help with this, and for the rest, let Pei Hao ask for more blessings.

Da Bai: Hey, Grandpa Hao, what happened to you?

Pei Hao: I think Xiaoxi’s condition is not very good recently. Has something happened to him?

Da Bai: Oh, he has a little conflict with his dad.

Pei Hao: Contradiction? with his dad?

Dabai: It has nothing to do with you anyway, so you can’t help.

Pei Hao: Does he still have money to study? Wasn’t his tuition paid by his father?

Dabai: …I don’t know.

Pei Hao: Why don’t you help me transfer some money to him? Say you borrowed it for him.

Dabai: How much?

Pei Hao: Two hundred thousand? No, it’s still 300,000.

Da Bai: Do you think he will believe that I have so much cash for him?

    …

The two talked for a long time, and finally Dabai only needed 20,000.

Dabai reluctantly called Moxi on WeChat at first, and after chatting for a while, he realized the seriousness of the matter.

Moxie really doesn’t plan to continue to study with his father’s money. The stubborn child has worked three jobs a day recently, washing dishes in any restaurant, and delivering food.

Moxie looks like a gentle family member on the surface, he is not aggressive, but in fact he is very stubborn. Once he recognizes something, it’s hard to pull him back.

You see, Pei Hao has been chasing him so painstakingly for a year and a half, and there is no sign of him being shaken at all.

“You’re going to keep working three jobs like this? How can you have the energy to study hard after school starts?” Da Bai advised him, “Anyway, he’s your dad, and you can’t refuse money if he refuses anything.”

“I just think Give my mother a breath.” Moxie replied softly on the phone, a hint of fatigue in his hoarse throat.

“Your mother knows that her precious son has to work three jobs a day to survive. Guess what she will think?”

“It’s nothing, it’s easier than writing code, no brains.” Moxie pretended to be on the other end of the phone. Easy answer, but Da Bai felt a little sad.

Why do you have to go out and suffer when you live well at home?

In order to forget a broken fate and hid in a strange country thousands of miles away, why bother…

Who is worth you to forget everything and start over… People in love are too stupid and stubborn…

After hanging up, Da Bai transferred the 20,000 yuan given by Pei Hao plus his own 10,000 yuan to Xiaoxi. In the middle of the night, he tossed and turned in bed and still couldn’t fall asleep, so he called Pei Hao again.