When he entered, he witnessed something like this.
"Which do you think will win?" ' Fenya had asked. He was leaning against the sofa with his slightly protruding belly and his attention focused on the television. It looked like baby shopping would begin soon.
"Look at your feet," said the person next to him, Gin.
Nanren looked at the television and saw the table-side poker tournament contestants.
feet ?
He also looked at the feet.
"The feet turn in the direction they want to go. Usually the most honest place on the body"
Explained Gin.
"Oh! That man has his foot in the doorway!"
Fenya pointed at the man with interest.
"So we can deduce what you want to go from there"
"Then he must have a not-so-good set of cards, or so he thinks." Fenya simply made this inference.
"Where did you learn that?" Fenya turned and asked curiously.
"Yun told me, I asked him for a tip or two thinking it would help at work"
Nanren didn't hesitate.
If his thoughts were to come out so clearly, the course alone wouldn't affect him.
He should have worked on that body language as soon as possible. Otherwise, everything would be read clearly and clearly, as if it were written on his face.
She was unaware that her body language reflected so many emotions. Fortunately, he noticed early.
"Welcome Nanren!" Gin nodded in response as he greeted her. He then proceeded to the room where he used to stay.
He took a deep breath after closing the door, he was in a lot of trouble.
***
In his room, Yun was blowing things up in the air as he was bored and bored. These powers were quite useless...
If only he could sell his powers for money...
Of course he was kidding. But it wasn't really necessary. If not, he wouldn't die.
*wwww*
He picked up his vibrating phone. The message he got was the simple word 'settled'.
The company's game, Doomsday, had reached a certain audience. That's why Lin, who once imitated the game, has already started to clean up by firing his employees.
The new version of the game will be released soon.
He stood up and walked to the pull. He had already decided to take the daily blood, taking a pack of blood from inside.
While drinking the pack of blood in the pack, he also picked up the book that would help him a bit about feelings.
It was written in the previous book that it was emphasized that contact is important for communication. He tried it, but he didn't know if it worked. More information was needed.
***
"Nanren"
Before he knew what it was, he was pulled by the arm and quickly led into a room.
Elena stood silently facing the door, quickly locking it.
As he slowly turned around, Nanren was alone with the sense of crisis rising within him.
"Nanren" took a step closer.
His expression was dead serious.
Nanren tensed, his breathing slowing to a stop.
"You like Yun don't you?"
His eyes darkened at what he heard.
***
Elena had thought about this for a long time. Who could love Yun?
In this case, it could only be those close to him. So who was it?
Lin Mai?
Classmates?
cousin? No, he was not close with his cousins.
So who could it be?
Certainly...
The person closest to him, the most suspicious...
It was just a guess. But now, when he thought about it in detail, various details emerged.
Nanren.
Why did he run away? Why was he staying away? Of course, there had to be a reason for that.
The sudden strangeness in their behavior, their flight, demanded an explanation.
Moreover...
Ah, now that would explain why it had collapsed. Even if Nanren didn't realize it, it was noticeable how much flesh and bone she had stuck to her bones these few days. As if using drugs, under-eye bags as a sign of sleepless nights, weakening due to loss of appetite, pale face, sunken body, and that depressed mood that depicts inner restlessness...
It was destroyed.
And everyone saw it, except for his son. She sighed bitterly, while one of them was in this state because of the other, the other was unaware...
She hesitated for a while, trying to admit it to herself.
She rubbed her forehead with annoyance, which was not something she could easily get over as a mother. Moreover, he was in for a great shock.
One son was a callous gay, the other a helpless man who fell in love with his son.
Come on! The movie scene wasn't being shot, why was something like this happening to them? What if they had a normal life?
But no, that was impossible.
To begin with, they were not a normal family.
He paused now, thinking, if his guess was correct, the first thing he would do would be to comfort him rather than confirm it. The distress had settled so heavily on his shoulders that he could feel the burden himself. At least she wouldn't let him shoulder this burden alone.
Moreover...
Both were his sons.
-To be continued-