"I'm jealous."
"What brand is this coat Ou Shaowen is wearing? I'm hooked. He looks so damn handsome in it."
"He's just handsome. He looks good even if he's wearing a ragged sack."
"Why are you showing off during the New Year? Once you break up, Ou Shaowen will be the one you are destined to never have."
"Yes, yes, why haven't you broken up yet? It's been three months, and you haven't arranged any resources for me. If you don't like me, just break up quickly. Ou Shaowen looks so delicious, and there are a bunch of hungry wolves waiting to pounce on him."
"Scumbag, let go of that boy and let me come. Little brother, come and play with me and kiss, hug and lift me up high."
"Boss Ou, are you interested in applying for an interview with Sixth Auntie? There are a lot of private photos on Weibo."
"The Fifth Concubine is so virtuous."
Ou Renjin read through so many comments, and ignored those who called him a scumbag, nor did he fight back against those who wanted to steal his girl. Instead, he replied to the one who praised Ou Shaowen for being virtuous.
The tone of the reply was extremely serious—don't call him that in the future.
"!!!???"
"woc"
"Fuck!"
"No, Ou Renjin, please explain what you mean by that? Are you going to make your concubine your permanent wife?"
"The prodigal son has returned. Are you serious about this?"
"Are you planning to get married?"
A single stone can cause a thousand ripples. Everyone, excited as if they suddenly had something to eat, began commenting, taking screenshots, and reposting for discussion.
Seeing that Ou Renjin was still looking down at his phone, Ou Shaowen did not urge him. He just stood quietly by his side, feeding him the cold porridge in circles with a spoon.
After replying to the comment, Ou Renjin looked up at Ou Shaowen. He looked serious and meticulous, and each stirring mark remained consistent, like a cute clockwork robot.
"Come here and feed me." He called Ou Shaowen with a smile.
Ou Shaowen brought the porridge and sat down beside his bed. He scooped a spoonful of porridge and put it to his lips. Ou Renjin cooperated with him and took two bites. Then, for some reason, a very light smile slowly appeared on Ou Shaowen's lips.
"What are you laughing at?"
"It's kind of funny. There was a scene like this in a TV series I watched some time ago." He had never taken care of others like this, nor had he ever been taken care of by others like this. He felt a rare sense of novelty, as if a wish had come true.
It’s so fun. As long as he is with Ou Renjin, he feels that every minute and every second is interesting.
Ou Renjin couldn't understand his unreasonable excitement. He couldn't suppress his evil taste. He took advantage of his illness to order Ou Shaowen around. Sometimes he asked him to pour water for him, and sometimes he said he wanted to hear him sing. Ou Shaowen was like a spinning top, spinning around in the ward, never sitting down quietly.
Every time Ou Renjin asked him for help, he would say "thank you" to him with a smile. After a few times, Ou Shaowen finally responded to his thanks.
"You don't have to say thank you to me."
"Why not?"
Ou Shaowen said seriously: “I didn’t do anything that I need you to thank me for.”
"Then what do you think you need to do to deserve my gratitude?" It was this kind of self-evident idea, that everything he did was not worthy of others' attention, that made Ou Renjin very interested and wanted to challenge himself.
Ou Shaowen thought for a while and shook his head, “There is nothing you need to be thankful for.”
"Even though you just told me that you wanted to donate your heart to me, you don't think I need to express my gratitude?"
"This is what should be done." Ou Shaowen looked at him with sparkling eyes. Ou Renjin was really nice. The remuneration that should have been paid had already been paid to the laboratory. The amount spent on buying him for so long must have been enough for him to replace all the organs in his body.
But he still didn't want to hurt him in the slightest, but he would still smile and say "thank you" to him because of the little things he did.
Obviously... those wealthy people who had transplanted their hearts to him before never thanked him for it.
Ou Renjin could not feel how touched he was at the moment. His thoughts were running in another dimension. He could not help but squint his eyes. He felt that Ou Shaowen's tone was really infuriating.
"Who says this is how it should be? Ask everyone in the world and no one will think this is how it should be."
Ou Shaowen shook his head disapprovingly, "You can't count it that way. I'm different from everyone else in the world."
He was born for this, and he will not die like other people.
Actually, actually, kids really like to say this word.
Ou Renjin suppressed the anger in his heart and decided to try a different approach. He patted the bed and motioned for him to sit over.
He just walked to the head of the bed and sat down, and Ou Renjin moved to the side again, "Come up, lie down with me for a while."
Ou Shaowen looked at the somewhat narrow hospital bed, then glanced at Ou Renjin's arm where he was receiving an IV, and hesitated a little.
"Be good, come up quickly."
Ou Shaowen couldn't bear to hear Ou Renjin say this word to him. It seemed that once Ou Renjin said this word to him, he would be instantly surrounded by a sweet air and would not be able to think of anything. He would just do what he said obediently.
By the time he realized what was happening, he was already lying on a bed that was too crowded for two grown men. His heart was beating a little faster. This was different from their previous bed-sharing. Ou Renjin's soft hair could prick his nose. They were pressed tightly together, from shoulders to arms.
"Didn't you want to give me a gift before?" Ou Renjin adjusted his posture. He held Ou Shaowen's hand under the quilt and felt his whole body suddenly become warm.
"Yeah." Ou Shaowen nodded heavily.
"I suddenly want it again." He directly overturned his previous harsh words, and found it a little funny. "From now on, when you want to give it to me, just give it to me as much as you want."
Ou Shaowen squeezed his fingers excitedly, his sparkling eyes like two beautiful little stars, “Am I qualified to give you a gift now?”
Although he didn't quite understand at that time, he still remembered firmly what Ou Renjin said. He said at that time that he would be qualified to give him a gift only when the two of them were of equal status. He originally thought that he would have to wait a long, long time for this day.
"You have always been qualified." Ou Renjin did not explain to him how awkward and complicated his mood was when he said this.
"So what kind of gift do you want to receive? Is there finally something you like?" Ou Shaowen pulled his hand and shook it.
Ou Renjin pretended to think for a while, then said seriously, "What I want most is... your favorite gift. Buy me what you want most, what you like most."
Ou Shaowen looked puzzled, "But I like you the most!"
It was as if an arrow flew from mid-air and pierced his heart directly. For a moment, Ou Renjin didn't know how to respond.
After a while, he pulled his hand out and tapped his forehead, "It's useless to like me. You can't buy me. Think about what you can buy."
"But you may not like what I like."
"No. Have you heard of loving someone and loving his dog? I will like everything you like." Ou Renjin slightly hooked his little finger and held it in front of him, "Then it's settled."
Ou Shaowen looked at his action with shining eyes, "I know this, this means pinky promise." He hooked Ou Renjin's little finger, shook it gently, and pursed his lips, as if he was treating a sacred ritual.
On the evening of New Year's Eve, Ou Renjin insisted on being discharged from the hospital. But because the doctor told him that he still needed a long period of rest, he could not accompany Ou Shaowen to the crowded supermarket, nor could he eat too greasy and fishy food.
Ou Shaowen accompanied him for a bland dinner, and then they sat in their own yard and set off fireworks that filled half of the trunk.
From then on, in Ou Shaowen's memory, New Year's Eve was equated with beautiful and brilliant fireworks, and there was no scene more beautiful than that night.
Ou Renjin still thanked him for handing him a glass of water as before. Ou Shaowen listened and gradually got used to it, and followed the common etiquette and replied "You're welcome".
The vacation of a few days was too short. When Ou Shaowen returned to the company to start the training course, Ou Renjin was not ready to go to work yet. So he said goodbye to him reluctantly, and then got into the car that Qi Yue came to pick him up.
"I haven't seen you for a few days. Our Shao Wen has become more handsome again." Qi Yue greeted him with a smile, praising him for everything from his hair to his new sneakers.
"What's wrong with you today?" Ou Shaowen was a little surprised.
"Nothing, I just feel like I like you more."
Ou Shaowen's eyes widened. In his opinion, love is a very happy and beautiful emotion that only occurs to certain people. So when Qi Yue said this word to him, he was too surprised.
He hadn't yet digested Qi Yue's words of love, when he was approached by a young girl when he entered the company elevator. She looked excited at him and tried hard not to make any inappropriate moves. She just came close to him and asked in a cheerful tone: "Ou Shaowen, I like you very much. Can you give me an autograph?"
“But…” Ou Shaowen frowned slightly and took a half step back, “I don’t know you.”
"But I know you. I've known you since the time of Battle Royale. I work in a company and I saw you dancing when I passed by your practice room. You're really amazing. You will definitely become an amazing idol in the future. I will always like you and cheer for you."
Ou Shaowen was a little dazed, and he wrote his name stroke by stroke on a notebook she had casually pulled out.
It turns out that there are some people in this world who really like people they have never met. But can this really be considered love? Is it the same as his love for Ou Renjin
The usually strict instrument teacher seemed to be in a particularly good mood today, and praised him generously for pressing another chord correctly.
When he was groping for water in front of the vending machine, the boy behind him came forward and demonstrated it to him silently.
“Thank you.” Ou Shaowen took the water he handed over and shook the phone he was holding. “You paid just now. What do you want to buy? I’ll pay for you this time.”