Song Lifeng stood at the door with a stern face, and said to the two people still kneeling in the dim light, "Have you gotten addicted to kneeling? Want to go to the hospital again?"
"Dad, Mom, she..."
"Make them kneel! It would be better if they knelt to death, I don't recognize such a heartless son!" In the bedroom, Shen Lingyu started crying again, her voice filled with childlike grievance.
Song Lifeng closed the door, let out a long sigh, and after a long pause said, "You both know your mother's personality; she's stubborn but soft-hearted. That's not what she meant. As for you two—"
Shen Zhifei lowered his head; he didn't have the courage to meet the gaze of this gentle yet firm father.
I disagree, you
Mom can't accept it either, let's break up.
Song Lifeng's tone was casual, as if he were saying that the weather was nice today. There were no orders or prohibitions, no coercive demands, but the more casual he was, the less people could resist him.
Song Lang knelt on the ground, his legs numb, and said with his neck stiff, "Dad! I love him, I've decided on him for life, and we can never be apart."
Song Lifeng sighed, "Your mother and I were young once too, so we understand how you feel. You're still young, and when your feelings are strong, you like to talk about forever. But a lifetime isn't that easy. Your mother and I have thought about divorce several times, let alone two men being together, it's even more difficult."
"We are confident!"
Song Lang was so excited that he wanted to rush over so his father could see his seriousness more clearly, but he stood up too suddenly, his vision went black, his knees went stiff, and he fell straight to the floor with a thud on the back of his head.
Shen Zhifei quickly helped the man up and checked on his condition.
Hearing the commotion, Shen Lingyu ran out and turned on the living room light. She saw Song Lang wincing in pain and then covering his eyes and crying.
Song Lifeng held her in his arms and comforted her gently. Once she had calmed down, he said to Shen Zhifei, "Come to the study with me."
“I’ll go too! I’ll share whatever happens with him.” Song Lang covered his head and was about to follow, but Shen Zhifei silently shook his head at him.
Outside the study, he was restless and anxious, knowing full well that Shen Zhifei would only be more determined than him, but he was still afraid.
He suddenly understood Shen Zhifei's reckless feelings.
The conversation lasted until late at night. Song Lang squatted on the floor outside the study and kept watch for half the night. He was worried about Shen Zhifei's injuries and even more worried about their uncertain future.
When Shen Zhifei came out, both of them had obvious signs of exhaustion on their faces.
Shen Zhifei smiled and said, "Why aren't you asleep yet? You have to go to school later, and you'll be dozing off in class."
Song Lang wanted to say "Screw the school," but Song Lifeng followed Shen Zhifei out of the study, so he swallowed his words and said, "Oh, I'm going to sleep now."
"Okay, goodnight." Shen Zhifei said and went back to her bedroom without saying anything more.
Song Lang had a bellyful of questions, but he couldn't ask them now. He could only walk dejectedly into his bedroom and send a WeChat message to Shen Zhifei with trembling hands: What have you two been talking about all this time?
He received a reply very quickly.
[Many. Song Lang, do you regret it?]
Song Lang was extremely anxious and replied: "Be more specific, what did you say?"
He immediately added another reply: No regrets, I fucking only love you, remember that.
In the next room, Shen Zhifei raised his hand to cover his eyes, wiped away the moisture at the corners of his eyes, and after letting out a long sigh, he sent a message to Song Lang.
Yes, I love you too. Goodnight.
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After that, no matter what messages Song Lang sent, there was no response.
He stared at the words "I love you too" for a long time, and only managed to fall asleep for a while in the early hours of the morning.
But he couldn't sleep well. In his brief dreams, either his mother was crying or Shen Zhifei was lying in a pool of blood, telling him not to be afraid.
He got up before six in the morning.
Shen Lingyu also got up very early and was making breakfast in the kitchen. Hearing the noise behind her, she turned around and glanced back, then silently turned back and wiped her eyes.
Song Lang took an egg out of the refrigerator and put it into the pot of freshly boiled water. Shen Lingyu hissed and pushed him away: "What are you doing? You're just making things worse for me."
"I'll boil some eggs for you to put on your eyes," Song Lang said, raising his chin as he looked at her. "Going to the company with puffy eyes like that will really affect your image."
"Get out, get out! I boiled this water to cook noodles, and you've ruined it."
Shen Lingyu kicked him out, stared at the pot of boiling water for a long time, and then simply threw in two more eggs.
It was a rare occasion for the whole family to sit at the table together for breakfast, but their treatment was vastly different. Shen Lingyu and her husband each had an egg, while Shen Zhifei had bread, milk, and eggs, while Song Lang, sitting next to him, didn't even get a plate.
In the past, Song Lang would have already been groaning and protesting on the table, but this time he didn't dare. He needed to let Shen Lingyu release the pent-up frustration in her heart before he and Feifei would have a chance to get their consent.
Shen Zhifei didn't look at him once throughout the meal, silently finished her food, and then, as usual, helped Shen Lingyu clear the table.
Song Lang went to school hungry and with dark circles under his eyes, but he didn't ride his bike himself; Song Lifeng drove him there.
On his way to school, he tried to get some information about their conversation the night before out of his father, but Song Lifeng didn't say a word. He just stopped near the school, bought him two bags of bread, and told him, "Don't upset your mother. Study hard. I'll pick you up tonight."
Song Lang watched the SUV speed away, feeling incredibly frustrated.
He was clearly the central figure in this matter, yet he was inexplicably marginalized, as if he were encased in a thick wall, and no matter how much he raised his arms and shouted, the world outside the wall could not hear his appeals.
He walked into the school looking dejected, with a piece of bread in his mouth, but then something even more troubling happened.
Everyone avoided him like the plague god, not only hiding to the side but also always huddling behind him, whispering and pointing.