Eddie naturally refused to admit it. He had no flaws and said calmly, "You are all my honorable guests."
Chu Xun understood what he was doing, and he would not admit it easily.
Chu Xun didn't ask Ed to admit it. He smiled noncommittally and said in a low voice, "I'm not worthy of him, right?"
Ed frowned imperceptibly, glanced at Chu Xun, and said, "You are a gentleman."
"I haven't seen him so happy in a long time," he added involuntarily.
After he finished speaking, he immediately felt that he had lost his words, and pursed his lips tightly, as if he had become a masked man.
Chu Xun didn't mind and said, "I see that you are a very tight-lipped person, so I came to talk to you."
"I've booked a flight ticket on the 1st at 6:00 in the morning to return to China. Can you arrange a car to take me to the airport?"
Ed nodded: "Okay, sir, the driver will take you to the airport on time."
Chu Xun corrected: "It's not 'us', it's 'me', only I go back, he doesn't know, don't tell him."
Ed finally looked directly at Chu Xun, and they looked at each other. Chu Xun saw deep doubts in his eyes. He obviously couldn't understand Chu Xun's actions, and he changed his mind over and over again. He just came back a few days ago, and now he is leaving, he is still hiding it from Lin Yanchen. I have to tell the master.
Chu Xun: "No matter how I leave, you will know, so I will tell you."
Ed was silent for a while and asked, "Why? He likes you very much. ... It's the first time I've seen him like someone so much."
Chu Xun looked into his eyes calmly and seriously, and said softly: "I should have left when I went to the airport last time, but I was impulsive, which is very irrational. I should leave him, I don't want him to be too sad. "
Ed countered: "You will only make him sad if you leave him."
Chu Xun shook his head slightly and said, "I'm dying."
Ed: "..."
This smoke bomb was thrown too casually.
Chu Xun seemed to be talking about other people's affairs: "More than a month ago, I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, and I only had a few months to live. I didn't choose to receive treatment, and now the time left for me may be even shorter... I feel like my illness is starting to flare up, and I can't hide it any longer."
Chu Xun smiled: "Does it sound ridiculous? But I'm really not lying."
"I know his mother died when he was a child, and he watched her die. I shouldn't have let him experience this pain again."
"I try not to embarrass you, and I will leave him a letter explaining the ins and outs."
Ed hesitated, but finally said, "I feel sorry for you, sir... someone will take you to the airport tomorrow morning."
Chu Xun smiled restrainedly: "Thank you."
When Chu Xun returned to the kitchen, Lin Yanchen was still struggling to knead the dough and asked him, "Is this okay?"
Chu Xun instructed him: "Knead it into a smooth dough."
They made dumpling skins by hand, mixed with corn and fresh meat stuffing, and sat together to make dumplings. Lin Yanchen made dumplings for the first time in his life. He is good at sports, but not good at such delicate work. I asked him several times, and he was still confused.
Chu Xun was really surprised: "Did you do it on purpose? Could it be your taste? Want me to teach you a few more times?"
Lin Yanchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said honestly, "I really can't learn, I'm clumsy."
Chu Xun also did not allow him not to do it, and insisted that he pack two large rectangular fresh-keeping boxes. He was doing it, and slowly he became a little bit like, the two chatted while making dumplings.
Chu Xun said: "My father taught me how to make dumplings. He is very good at making dumplings in several shapes. When he was young, his family was poor, and he was the eldest in the family. He started working in the fields before he was ten years old. Helping with housework at home, reading and writing while taking care of his younger siblings, he is the first college student in their village."
Chu Xun heard about his father's struggle history since he was a child. He used to admire his father very much, and he was able to struggle from poverty to nothing. Later, he thought that maybe his father himself had not received any attention from his parents when he was a child, so he was not good at caring about children. In the father's upbringing environment, it's understandable that he can't accept that he likes men, but he still feels sad.
Lin Yanchen wanted to go back to his words and talk about the topic of "Dad", but he racked his brains and thought about it, and found that he didn't seem to know Dad at all.
Chu Xun asked him, "If your father knew you were with a man, what would he do?"
Lin Yanchen was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed: "Are you willing to meet my dad with me? Well, then I'll inform him. He should be fine."
Lin Yanchen recalled: "When I was in high school... He once asked me inexplicably if I was gay, thinking that I was in a relationship with a friend of mine in the band, and said that even if I were him, he would accept it. I don't know him. I was thinking about something all day, I probably felt that I was messing around all the time from morning to night."
"But it has nothing to do with him when I fall in love, so I don't have to inform him, right?"
Chu Xun smiled and said with emotion: "Actually, I was thinking, maybe your father is very good. You should have a good chat with him when you have time."
Lin Yanchen pouted and refused categorically: "No, he's not good at all, he even wants to restrain my hair. He just wanted to control me before he said those words."
Chu Xun didn't persuade him any more, just let the flow take its course, Lin Yanchen's life is still long, and sooner or later he will find out who is really good to him.
Everyone cooked dumplings to eat.
Chu Xun and Lin Yanchen are very different, and you can tell which is better at a glance.
Lin Yanchen said, "the dumplings I made fell apart as soon as they were boiled, but yours were firm and good-looking. How did you make them so well?"
Chu Xun said: "I like making dumplings. I usually make them... When I'm in a bad mood, I go to chop stuffing and wrap my bad mood into dumplings."
He picked up a dumpling and fed it to Lin Yanchen's mouth with a smile, Lin Yanchen opened his mouth obediently, "Ah woo", ate it in one bite, chewed it with a bulge, and said vaguely, "Good time. .(good to eat)"
Chu Xun said with a smile: "Then eat the bad mood in one go, and only the good mood is left."
After eating and drinking, Chu Xun secretly found Ed and said, "Xiao Lin made several boxes and sent a box of dumplings made by Xiao Lin to his father as a New Year's gift. I have nothing more to do for him. already."
Ed agreed: "Okay. ... Thank you."
The two idlers had nothing to do and played games after eating.
Lin Yanchen was in a bad state today, and he was defeated after repeated battles. Chu Xun asked him, "What's wrong?"
Lin Yanchen put down his gaming arm and said in a muffled voice, "I don't really want this."
Chu Xun was confused: "What do you want?"
Lin Yanchen said vaguely: "I want to ask you one thing. I wanted to ask it yesterday, but when I asked it, it seemed like I was very narrow-minded."
Chu Xun turned his head back and leaned on Lin Yanchen's shoulder: "Tell me about it."
Lin Yanchen said angrily, "You always look at Ed and talk to him alone. Do you think he is handsome? But, is he not as young as me?"
Chu Xun was stunned for a moment, smiled, and reached out to squeeze his cheek: "What does this have to do with being young? Why are you so cute?"
Lin Yanchen said, "Don't perfunctory me."
Chu Xun had to answer seriously: "Okay, I think Ed is very handsome." There is no need to lie.
Lin Yanchen almost didn't explode.
Chu Xun added: "It is the first time in my life that I have seen such an English-style housekeeper, and his clothes are also very beautiful. I was thinking when I saw it..."
Lin Yanchen held his breath and asked sourly, "What are you thinking? He doesn't provide that kind of service."
Lin Yanchen regretted it very much. He knew that Chu Xun would not be brought here. He knew that Chu Xun was lustful.
Shameless, Chu Xun said slowly: "I was thinking, if you wear that dress, you must be more handsome than him."
Lin Yanchen: "... ,!"
Lin Yanchen went out after taking a shower. Chu Xun put on his pajamas and sat on the single sofa to wait.
After a while, Lin Yanchen came back secretly. Not only did he put on the housekeeper's clothes, but he also put on a little wax, changed his hairstyle, and combed his back for four or six points, and he looked like he was there.
On the small round table beside Chu Xun, there was a glazed table lamp, emitting a soft lemon-colored mist, and the light snuggled beside him.
I don't know if it was because he felt ashamed that he changed his servant's clothes, or if Chu Xun's temperament looked different today and seemed more attractive than usual, Lin Yanchen felt his cheeks get hot.
Lin Yanchen walked in front of him and bowed his head: "Dear master, what do you want to tell me?"
Chu Xun played better than him, and said calmly, "Are you new here? You are still stuttering. You can't do this. If you don't make progress, I can't let you stay."
Lin Yanchen knelt down halfway and raised his head, like a big golden retriever sitting down: "I'm sorry, master, I must learn to correct, please give me a chance."
Chu Xun stretched out his hand to lift his chin: "Well then, tonight, if you can please me, I will forgive you."
From this angle, Lin Yanchen saw the lines from Chu Xun's jaw to his neck and shoulders, which were very beautiful. The neckline of his pajamas was loosened, revealing a little collarbone. His hair had not been dried yet, and there were water droplets on the ends of his jet-black hair. It fell, sliding from his temples to his neck, and then falling into the crook of his collarbone.
Lin Yanchen's mouth was dry.
Chu Xun took off his glasses, and his black hair, which was still soaked with moisture, was pulled by the glasses rod, which made his complexion as white as jade and covered with light.
Chu Xun said softly, "Come here."
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…
Chu Xun blushed and his eyes were full of tears. He didn't know whether to cry or laugh. He stretched out his hand: "Xiao Lin, hold me."
Lin Yanchen leaned over and hugged him.
Chu Xun buried his face on his shoulder and hugged him tightly, as if this moment were theirs forever.
After they were done, they were still holding each other, Chu Xun was still shuddering and sobbing, Lin Yanchen stroked his back: "Axun, did I hurt you?"
After Chu Xun calmed down a bit, he said, "I still want to hear you sing to me."
When a man is in bed, he can agree to anything, and so does Lin Yanchen: "What do you want to hear?"
Chu Xun said, "You sing "Scarborough Fair" to me."
Before Sarah Brightman made the female ethereal version of the song a household name, the song started out as an English ballad of unknown provenance, perhaps the most famous version, adapted by Paul Simon. In that year, the sales even surpassed that of the booming Beatles, and the low-pitched and hoarse boys were long and sad.
Chu Xun said: "Change she to he."
Lin Yanchen changed the lyrics a little, hugged him and sang softly to him:
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme (coriander, sage, rosemary and thyme)
Remember me to one who one who lives there
He once was a ture love of mine"
The song tells the story of a young soldier who goes to the front and misses his lover in his hometown. Coriander, sage, rosemary, and thyme are herbs that represent kindness, strength, gentleness and courage, but were also used in ancient times to ward off grim Reaper.
"Tell him to make me a cambric shirt
without no seams nor needlework
…
Tell him to find me an acre of land
Between the salt water and the sea
…
Tell him to reap it in a sickle of leather
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather
Chu Xun listened quietly. The soldier asked his lover to do three impossible things. The lyrics seemed illogical. Some people said that the lyrics actually implied that the soldier had died in the war long ago, or that his lover had died of illness. Hometown, so there are passages of repeatedly chanting the herbs related to death. Because he is dead, he is implicitly praying to the god of death.
Lin Yanchen finished singing and asked Chu Xun, "Do you want me to sing it again?"
Chu Xun sighed silently and said, "Enough."
Lin Yanchen asked, "Why do you suddenly want to listen to this song?" He always felt that it was strange to sing this song now.
"I just want to hear it, no reason." Chu Xun said, "This person in the song is really unreasonable."
Lin Yanchen said: "Dating in love means doing some unreasonable things."
Chu Xun smiled: "Then I have to make trouble unreasonably. I want to drink freshly squeezed apple juice and add some honey. I want you to make it for me."
Lin Yanchen didn't ask him why he wanted juice in the middle of the night, and kissed him on the face: "Okay, I'll squeeze it for you."
The house was too big, so Lin Yanchen squeezed a glass of apple juice and just brought it back, but Chu Xun said, "I feel more craving for orange juice, you can get another glass."
Lin Yanchen didn't take it too much trouble, and went all the way to squeeze a glass of orange juice himself. Of course, he didn't wash the juicer and cutting board, and went back with the orange juice.
Chu Xun was satisfied this time, and said, "If you squeeze the apple juice, don't drink too much waste, you can drink it."
Lin Yanchen did exercise, sang, and ran up and down. It was a bit of a drink. The apple juice he squeezed was only half a cup. He drank it in a few sips and said, "Apples are too easily oxidized, and they are actually a little bitter. I should add some lemon."
Chu Xun complimented him: "Do you still know such little tricks of life?"
Lin Yanchen said, "I'm studying in a boarding school for boys. I'll probably take care of myself, but I just can't cook."
Chu Xun said: "Amazing, awesome... Well, let's take a shower and go to sleep."
Lin Yanchen went to change his pajamas, wiped his face, and soon after lying on the bed, he began to feel sleepy, yawned, and said, "Turn off the lights and sleep."
Chu Xun turned off the lights, and the moonlight filtered through the window glass, filtered by the veil, and gently covered them.
Lin Yanchen was already asleep, and two sleeping pills were placed in his glass of apple juice, so he could sleep until dawn.
Chu Xun hugged Lin Yanchen, lowered his head, put his face on Lin Yanchen's forehead, and slowly hummed in a low voice. He sang it not at all:
“Are you going to Scarborough Fair
parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who one who lives there…
He once was a ture love of mine…”
“He once was a ture love of mine…”