That Nameless Summer Chapter 61

Afraid of you being wronged

Ling Qingye saw that he was holding on to the door handle, his fingertips turning white, so he put his hand on the back of his hand and rubbed it, then opened the door and got out of the car.He walked around to the passenger side, opened the door and bent down to look at him. He said in a soft voice, “I’ll go up and say hello first. You take your time.”

Song Li looked up and saw him carrying a gift bag, walking steadily towards the corridor, his back straight, and the panic in his heart relaxed a little, and then he slowly moved out of the car.

The smell of sweet-scented osmanthus wafted over, wrapped in the aroma of food. As soon as she reached the third floor, she heard Song’s mother’s voice, mixed with Ling Qingye’s response. She was so familiar that she had never broken contact with her before.He stood at the door for a moment, then stretched out his hand to open the door. Mother Song was coming out of the kitchen with soup. When she saw him, she smiled: “Why are you waiting so long? Come in quickly.”

Ling Qingye was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of warm water in his hand. When he saw him coming in, he raised his eyes and arched his eyebrows, then reached out and moved to the side, leaving a seat.Song Li walked over and sat down, digging into the seams of the sofa with his fingertips, watching Mrs. Song put the soup on the table, and then brought a plate of braised pork, which was shiny and shiny, and tasted like it was when she was a child.

“Qingye, I haven’t seen you for a long time, and you’ve grown so tall.” Song’s mother sat across from him, looking at Ling Qingye and smiling, “When I was a child, I always followed A Li, but now I’m much stronger than him.”

Ling Qingye responded with a smile: “Auntie’s cooking skills are still so good, it smells delicious.”

At the dinner table, Song’s mother kept putting vegetables into their bowls, and Ling Qingye took it naturally. She also put Song Li’s favorite ribs into his bowl from time to time. Her movements were familiar and not deliberate at all.Song Li was eating rice and didn’t say much. He only responded occasionally, but his heart was worried, fearing that Song’s mother would ask that key sentence in the next second.

Halfway through eating, Song’s mother put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth, and suddenly said: “Qingye, do you live with Ali now?”

Song Li’s chopsticks paused on the edge of the bowl. He looked up and saw Ling Qingye looking up at Song’s mother with a calm expression: “Well, we live next door, so we can take care of each other.”

Mother Song said oh and didn’t ask any more questions. She just gave Ling Qingye a bowl of soup: “Drink more. I see you’ve been busy these days and you’ve lost weight.”

The meal was quite peaceful, and Song Li felt relieved. When he was putting away the dishes, Song’s mother called him: “Ali, come to the study with me. Qingye, sit down for a while, and Auntie will say a few words to him.”

Ling Qingye raised his eyes to look at Song Li, with a bit of comfort in his eyes, and nodded lightly.Song Li followed Song’s mother into the study, and the door was closed, blocking out the sounds outside.

Mother Song sat on the wicker chair, rubbing the rim of the cup with her fingertips, and said nothing for a long time.Song Li stood in front of her, his palms sweating again, holding the corners of his clothes, waiting for her to speak.

“My cousin told me, I didn’t believe it at first.” Mother Song finally raised her head and looked at him, with no emotion in her eyes, “until that day I saw you two downstairs, you hugged his waist, and he lowered his head to kiss your forehead.”

Song Li’s face turned pale instantly and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“I’m not old-fashioned, nor am I against it.” Mother Song sighed, stood up and walked to him. She reached out and touched his hair, which was still as soft as it was when she was a child. “I’m just afraid that you will be wronged. Two boys together are no more difficult than one man and one girl. The road ahead will be difficult.”

The tip of Song Li’s nose suddenly became sore and her eyes were a little red. She stretched out her arms to hug Song’s mother and said in a muffled voice: “Mom…”

“Why are you crying?” Mother Song patted his back and her voice softened, “I watched that Qingye child grow up. He has a stable temperament and cares about you. He has always protected you since you were a child and left you to him. I am relieved.”

Song Li was stunned for a moment, then looked up at her, his eyes still wet: “You… don’t object?”

“What are you objecting to?” Mother Song pinched his face, “As long as you are happy, Mom will support you in everything. Just don’t hide it from me in the future. If anything happens, we two will handle it together.”

Song Li nodded and wiped his eyes. The stone in his heart completely fell to the ground. The warm feeling that had been blocked for so long finally dissipated.

When he walked out of the study, Ling Qingye was standing by the living room window. When he heard the noise, he looked back at him with a bit of worry in his eyes. He walked over quickly and stretched out his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes: “What’s wrong? Auntie said something about you?”

Song Li shook his head, smiled, reached out to hold his hand, clasped his fingers between his fingers, and led him to Mother Song.

Ling Qingye looked up at Mother Song, bowed slightly, and said in a solemn tone: “Auntie, thank you. I will treat Ali well and protect him throughout my life to prevent him from being wronged in the slightest.”

Mother Song looked at the hands held by the two of them, smiled, and waved her hand: “Okay, don’t be polite to Auntie. Come here often from now on, Auntie will prepare delicious food for you.”

Ling Qingye arched his eyebrows in response, looked down at Song Li, and gently held his hand.