[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?"