Chen Yang finished a bowl of noodles, his palms were still hot. He rubbed the place where he was kissed and looked at the street view outside the window.
Chao Jian held the corner of Chen Yang's clothes with one hand and ate dumplings with the other.
When Chen Yang saw the cold beauty walking past the window for the third time, he was sure that she was trying to catch Xiangdong by chance. But Xiangdong... had already fallen into the toilet.
"What's so good about an ugly guy?" Chao Jian kicked his shoes.
Chen Yang glanced at Chao Jian with a complicated expression.
Chao Jian frowned at that glance: "If you have something to say, just say it. I can't always read your thoughts from your eyes."
Chen Yang's eyes twitched slightly: "I mean, no matter how beautiful I am, you call me ugly, but I am not."
After a pause, Chen Yang whispered, "Then can I understand that, to you, everyone in the world is ugly, except me?"
Chao Jian: "Okay."
Chen Yang's face turned red: "You are sick, it's quite serious, have you told the doctor about it?"
Chao Jian glanced at him: "It's not a disease. In my eyes, you are the only good-looking one. Everyone else is ugly."
Chen Yang couldn't stand the way of talking about love in the tone of talking about work, his old face turned redder: "Let's eat noodles."
Chao Jian looked at him.
Chen Yangfu was inspired, but he didn't let Chao Jian get what he wanted. He coughed and said, "I can't say anything against my conscience. My aesthetic taste is more popular. There are many handsome men and beautiful women in the world."
Seeing Chao Jian's expression darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, Chen Yang smiled and touched his little hair: "But they have nothing to do with me."
"Oh." Chao Jian smiled, "It doesn't matter? The one with the surname Xiang, the one with the surname Sun, the one with the surname Wu, the one with the surname Zheng, and the one with the surname Xiang..."
"Stop joking, that's different, you're put in a separate spot." Chen Yang said, "No one will compete with you for it, you're the only one in that place."
Chao Jian was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and scooped up a chopstick of noodles, but didn't move for a long time. The noodles were cold.
Chen Yang pulled his little bun and said, "Eat."
Chao Jian put the cooled noodles back into the bowl, stirred them, scooped up some more to eat, frowned and said indistinctly: "Don't touch it anymore, if you mess it up I won't stab you."
"I'll touch you gently." Chen Yang turned around and looked into the eyes of the person outside the window. The other person's eyes were no longer full of hostility, but envy.
The dog food had penetrating power and floated directly out of the glass window.
In the afternoon, Chen Yang wanted to find a place with Chao Jian to relax and have some fun.
Then I went to the bookstore...
Chen Yang felt that he needed to calm down and think about whether this was his first date with Chao Jian. However, he put this idea behind him when he entered the bookstore.
The bookstore is very large. In addition to books, stationery, drinks, snacks, etc., it also sells nostalgic items and various gadgets that are full of a sense of time.
When Chen Yang was leaning against the shelf looking at an old green train model, Xiangdong sent a message.
Xiangdong: Where
Chen Yang: Bookstore.
To the east: … … … … …
Xiangdong: Study hard and make progress every day
Chen Yang: Date.
In the hotel room, Xiangdong threw his cell phone on the table. He had a big appetite and in order to avoid the plague, he didn't even finish one-third of a bowl of noodles in the restaurant. Now his stomach was sour.
Xiangdong took a lighter and smashed it on the table, making a series of loud bangs: "Lizi, where are the instant noodles you bought?"
"In the suitcase." Fengli's voice came from the bathroom. He was holding up the white card and looking in the mirror. With an ID number, he had seen ghosts and corpses and was back.
"It's so unreal..." Pineapple murmured. The portrait on the back of the white card was his face, exactly how he looked and dressed today.
Do citizens of the mission world have legal rights? Maybe, but they are not yet qualified to enjoy them.
Fengli sighed. The common routine of the infinite flow is to get points for completing tasks, or to provide props for the next round. Why is there nothing in the live-action version? He put the white card in his pocket and smiled at the mirror. His dimples were faintly visible. Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer up!
The room was filled with the smell of spicy beef. Xiangdong had one leg bent on the chair and the other casually placed under the table, scooping up instant noodles in big mouthfuls without any image.
Fengli rummaged through his suitcase and found a bag of bread. Just as he was about to open it, someone knocked on the door. He shouted at the top of his voice, "Who is it?"
Silence.
"Ahhh!!!" Pineapple jumped up reflexively and ran towards the east, looking like he had seen a ghost.
"This is the fucking real world. You're back, you know that?" Xiangdong almost poked the fork into his nostrils. He roared, "Wake up!"
Fengli was in a daze: "Yes, this is the real world, we are back." He wiped his pale face and muttered, "Who is the bastard who knocked on the door? He scared me to death."
The person outside the door was not a bastard, but Dong Ge’s old lover, whose surname was Bai and name was Tang.
Fengli opened her mouth into an "o" shape, and after a long while she turned her head towards the room. He closed the door and whispered, "Brother Dong, Mr. Bai is looking for you."
Xiangdong gulped down his instant noodle soup: "Tell him I'm dead."
Fengli opened the door and looked at the exiled immortal who was taller than him. The other party smiled at him faintly, and his mind twitched: "Brother Dong said he is dead."
Xiangdong: “…” He is really dead this time.
Bai Tang walked in.
Xiangdong pushed open the instant noodle bucket that was only left with the bottom, took out a cigarette and hung it by his lips. He had handsome features, a rough temperament and a strong masculine flavor: "What are you doing here?"
Bai Tang's thick eyelashes covered her peach blossom eyes: "Last time..."
"Stop." Xiang Dong raised his hand to interrupt him, "No appointment, no fight, it's soft and can't get hard."
Bai Tang turned and left.
The live broadcast ended halfway through, Fengli was confused: "Brother Dong, what's wrong? Is this okay? You two at least had a relationship..."
"Ten, nine, eight..." Xiangdong lit a cigarette and threw the lighter on the table, then crossed his legs and counted.
What are you doing? Why are you counting? Fengli was full of questions. As a result, before the boss could count to one, his old lover came back with red eyes and red nose. Although she looked cool and indifferent, she was like a little rabbit, making people want to release the greatest malice to ravage her.
Pineapple dismissed the rebellious idea, silently took his bread and left the room. He stood in the corridor and took a bite of the bread, sighing that love was really a torturous old goblin.
The room was filled with the smell of cigarettes and instant noodles. Bai Tang's mountain pine and cypress temperament seemed out of place. He took a deep breath and said slowly: "Xiangdong, I'm dying."
Xiangdong was choked by a puff of smoke: "What's wrong with you?"
Bai Tang took out something and gently placed it on the table. Xiangdong was very familiar with that thing, as he also had one in his pocket.
"This is the ID number." Bai Tang found Xiangdong's reaction was irrational, and a white light flashed through his mind. "You... are also a tasker?"
Xiangdong stood up, stretched out his long arms and legs, and looked down at him with his eyes raised: "Yes, I am."
Bai Tang stood there in a daze.
"So, we are colleagues." Xiangdong blew a cloud of smoke towards his fair face.
Bai Tang clenched his fist against his lips and coughed a few times. The corners of his eyes became redder. He looked at the small silver ring on Xiangdong's ear and asked, "How many missions have you completed?"
Xiangdong looked at the person in front of him, biting the cigarette and letting out a click. After so many years, he still looked like a student. Who would have thought that the other person, who was the same age as him, was already a professor at S University.
Professor Bai is delicate and weak, and he can't use any force except tickling people. He can only rely on literature. How many levels can he pass in the mission world like this
The place on Xiangdong's neck where he was scratched felt a dull pain. The image of this guy crying, scratching and scolding him floated before his eyes and was blown away by his puff of smoke.
"What do you care how many missions I have completed?" Xiangdong bared his teeth.
"If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me." The man in front of him laughed at himself. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his curled eyelashes covered his eyes. "I don't know how long I can live. Maybe I will enter the mission world later, and unfortunately die in it and can't see today's sunset. I wonder... Can we..."
Xiangdong sat back on the chair and shoved his long legs under the table: "If you have nothing else, go home to see your mother."
These words touched some part of Bai Tang's heart. He bit his tongue hard, took a step back, turned around and left, not coming back this time.
Fengli slipped back to the room from the corridor. He rubbed his hands and hesitated to speak: "Boss, I feel that person cursed you in his heart when he left."
"Who cares." Xiangdong smoked his cigarette one puff after another. When he was about to finish smoking, he cursed without thinking, "He said I have no heart."
Pineapple, who was almost asleep, was startled awake and it took her a while to understand who "he" was referring to.
"Boss, let me ask you a question." Fengli lay on the bed, "Is he the only person you've had a serious emotional entanglement with?"
Xiangdong nodded lazily: "So what?"
"I think that since even he says you are heartless, shouldn't you look for the reasons within yourself?" Pineapple said tactfully.
Xiangdong's face instantly turned pale: "Damn Lizi, are you bored?"
Pineapple quickly turned over and turned the back of her head towards the boss, making an exaggerated snoring sound.
Xiangdong's breath got stuck in his throat and he kicked the table leg twice in anger. He smoked while breathing heavily. He couldn't remember why he and Professor Bai broke up. Xiangdong thought hard and finally remembered that Professor Bai's mother didn't like him.
Professor Bai was born into a scholarly family, but she found a boyfriend who was a fatherless, motherless, poor and uneducated street thug, which was a huge stain.
So they finally broke up.
Ten years have passed, and the gangster is still fatherless, motherless and uneducated, but he is rich and powerful and has not grown up ugly.
Professor Bai may have become stupid from teaching, and even forgot that he has mental mysophobia and wants to go back to find his ex who has had no shortage of bed partners over the years.
What's the point of taking the old path? How can a person in his thirties still be so naive? Things like reuniting and finally finding you are the fateful one only appear in novels and TV dramas. In real life, we will only repeat the same mistakes.
Xiangdong leaned back in his chair and yawned. It was so boring to recall the old times. After all, they just didn't meet each other at their best time. It was just not destined to be together.
The sun outside was setting, and Pineapple on the bed really fell asleep, snoring loudly.
When Xiangdong was about to finish his cigarette, the painter who was recuperating abroad sent him a photo.
A very big diamond.
Xiangdong’s eyes were almost blinded. He quickly spat out the cigarette butt and sent three words: For me
Painter: It belongs to Chao Jian’s boyfriend.
Xiangdong pressed the phone button hard: Get out!
He received a red envelope in return.
Xiangdong received it very rudely. He pressed the voice message: If it’s not for me, why did you send it to me
The painter also replied with a voice message: sorry, I sent it to the wrong person.
Xiangdong angrily threw his phone, his mother was about to break up with him!
Abroad, in the Rose Manor, the painter sent a wave of red envelopes to Xiangdong, only to receive an expression that said "We are good brothers again."
The butler combed his long hair behind him and tied it loosely with a ribbon: "Sixth Master, you look much better."
The painter put his cell phone on a small round table, took off his gloves and rubbed his forehead. His body was badly damaged and could not recover in a short time, so he could only take it slowly.
Fortunately, according to past rules, he only needs to enter the mission world once more this year, probably in winter. Before that, he can cooperate with the team to recuperate.
With the incense, the painter never had a nightmare again. He slept soundly every night and now he can pick up a pen to paint.
It is no exaggeration to say that Chao Jian gave him a second life.
"I'm lucky. Someone is helping me." The painter put on his gloves and took a sip of tea. "My benefactor doesn't want anything else but the diamond. Fortunately, I have what he wants."
The housekeeper sighed in his heart, the Che family generally had good genes, and the sixth child was the best, and no one knew why he died overnight. Later, the Che family sought medical treatment all over the world, even looking for a Taoist priest who could exorcise ghosts, but still could not save his vitality.
Everyone had prepared for the worst. Mr. Che had no choice but to send his son off to a temple, where he could live a simple life and stay away from the world.
The Che family was depressed for a long time, but suddenly the sky cleared up because Lao Liu got better.
During this time, the butler watched as Sixth Master's sunken cheeks gradually became firmer, and the gloomy aura disappeared without a trace, and he turned back into the nobleman he used to be.
"Sixth Master wants to give the diamonds he bought this time to his benefactor?"
The painter said "hmm".
The housekeeper suggested: "Wouldn't it seem insincere to always wear diamonds? Why not design a couple's ring?"
The painter shook his head: "Not suitable." Chen Yang is Chao Jian's disease, but also Chao Jian's medicine. The wedding ring cannot be given by an outsider, otherwise it will backfire and Chao Jian will put it on his blacklist. Xiangdong can swim fearlessly on the blacklist, but he can't. He points to the incense job.
"What about the jewelry the child is wearing?" the housekeeper asked, "Didn't you say that the gentleman's relationship has come to fruition and he will have a child sooner or later?"
The painter disagreed: "His partner is of the same sex, so they can't have children."
"You can have a surrogate pregnancy or adopt," the housekeeper said. "This phenomenon is not unique to same-sex marriages."
The painter still shook his head. The child would take Chen Yang away. Could Chao Jian let that happen? It was impossible even if the sky fell.
The butler said regretfully: "It seems that we can only continue to give away diamonds."
Chao Jian received the photo of the diamond sent by the painter. He took a casual look at it and gave the phone to Chen Yang.
“What…” Chen Yang’s words stopped abruptly, “Don’t let the painter give it to you.” He grabbed a handful of diamonds at home.
Chao Jian leaned against the shelf: "If he is not allowed to deliver, he will get depressed."
Chen Yang twitched his lips. That was right. For the painter, Chao Jian's incense gave him a new life, which was a huge advantage for him.
But the painter doesn't want to owe favors to anyone, which is really terrible. Giving diamonds can ease his psychological burden.
Chen Yang suddenly remembered something. Whose idea was it to exchange diamonds for incense? Was it Chao Jian? No, he didn't like diamonds. It was the painter who proposed it. But if the painter wanted to reach an agreement, he had to please the other party.
That doesn't make sense.
Chen Yang thought of a possibility, his throat a little dry: "Chao Jian, you collected diamonds because..." He pointed at himself, "Me?"
Chao Jian tensed his face, and frowned: "What do you mean by saying something provocative to me after you left today? I can't kiss you casually."
I'm teasing you! Chen Yang turned around and left, but his hand was grabbed and a voice rang in his ear: "Buy a glass bottle and take it back."
Chen Yang turned back in confusion: "What are you doing?"
"Don't you like sparkles?" Chao Jian said, "Put the diamonds in a glass bottle and place it by your bed. That's the first thing you'll see when you wake up every morning."
"..." Chen Yang thought and said, "This is a good idea. I can hold it while sleeping."
Chao Jian: “I won’t buy it.”
When leaving the bookstore, Chen Yang had an incense burner in his backpack. He liked the shape very much, but the price was not very friendly, as it cost him nearly two thousand.
"In fact, we can buy it online. It's cheaper online." Chen Yang went down the stairs, suppressing the disgusting feeling of regret.
Chao Jian tore the milk slice: "I'll buy it."
"It's expensive," Chen Yang sighed.
Chao Jian put the milk tablet into his mouth: "Did you spend your money?"
Chen Yang said: "It's not mine, I feel bad for you."
This answer did not satisfy Chao Jian. His mood became even worse. He said coldly, "Then there is no need. You are capable if you can spend all the money in the card."
Chen Yang's feet slipped: "I bought a lot of villas and luxury cars, but they were gone after a while."
"Then buy it." Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang stopped talking. He admitted defeat. He had lost miserably.
Because of the mission, Chen Yang is not very enthusiastic about changing his life and just lives his life casually. He just hopes that he can complete the mission alive and return home alive every time.
The purpose of Chen Yang's trip was to give his brain a break, but during the trip he completed a mission, lost his first kiss, gained a status, learned that Chao Jian had to fly back to Germany for treatment, and obtained the clue of "threshold" while getting Chao Jian's promise to "tell him everything when he comes back."
Unable to have a full time, Chen Yang and Chao Jian went back the next day. They took the train back to Qingcheng.
Xiangdong is still watching the sea in Penang. Chen Yang didn’t ask him to send him off. It’s just a world for the two of them. He doesn’t understand... shit.
Fengli lay on the beach and patted her belly: "Brother Dong, do you think there will be a day when we can completely get rid of our ID numbers?"
"Maybe, maybe not." Xiangdong turned his back to the pineapple and faced the sea. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, a rounded buttocks, beautiful and strong abdominal muscles, and a strong hormonal body that attracted waves of boys and girls to look at him. He sat there carefree, "Just go down, there's nothing to worry about."
Fengli put her hands over her eyes to block the sun: "I hope that one day, we will all complete our mission, Brother Yang and Chao Jian will get married, and all of us will be..."
The sound behind was swallowed by the sea breeze.
The night before leaving for Chao Jian, Chen Yang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He got out of bed quietly and went to his sister's room, lying on the cold bed in a daze.
At first, when Chen Yang heard Chao Jian say that he was leaving, he felt very uncomfortable, but the degree of discomfort was within his control. However, tonight it was about to reach the critical point at any time.
Chen Yang never knew that he would resist separation so much, as if it was tearing his heart out, it's not like he won't come back.
"Awooo..." The puppy put its two paws on the edge of the bed and wagged its tail at Chen Yang.
Chen Yang scratched its chin: "You haven't slept yet."
The puppy looked at Chen Yang with its amber eyes and rubbed its furry white head against his hand.
"When your master wakes up, she will come to take you back." Chen Yang thought the soft little thing was so cute.
"Woof woof!" the puppy barked.
"Keep your voice down..." Before Chen Yang could finish his words, he saw a dark shadow standing at the door.
The room was silent, and Chen Yang and the puppy stood still miraculously.
A dark figure walked in, bent down, carried the puppy out of the room, and closed the door with a bang.
Chen Yang swallowed his saliva: "Why are you here?"
Chao Jian stood beside the bed, staring down at him condescendingly.
"I couldn't sleep and was lying on the bed, but I was afraid of waking you up, so I came to this room and lay down." Chen Yang said.
No response.
Chen Yang's eyelids twitched. The person in front of him became suspicious again. He tentatively touched the other's finger.
Very cold and shaking.
Chen Yang suddenly hugged Chao Jian and buried his face in his arms.
Chao Jian's breathing stagnated. He raised his trembling hand and pressed it on the back of Chen Yang's head, stroking all the way down.
"I woke up and found you were gone."
Chen Yang felt his neck pressed down, causing his back to feel numb. An idea suddenly occurred to him: "Did you bite me?"
The hand at the back of his neck paused.
Chen Yang's blood rushed to his head. This guy kissed him and told him to wash his face and calm down.
It turns out that I just can't kiss him when he's awake. When he's unaware, he's already...
Chen Qingwa vomited blood.
The auras of the two people in the room exchanged instantly, and Chen Yang stood on the bed and looked down at Chao Jian.
Feeling guilty, Chao Jian turned off the light and said in the darkness, "Come back to my room and sleep."
"How many times did you bite?" Chen Yang refused to cooperate.
Chao Jian said calmly: "It's one in the morning now, and my flight is at 8:30. Do you really want to quarrel with me?"
"Who is arguing with you? I don't want to argue. I'm going to look in the mirror." Chen Yang jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom. Chao Jian hugged his waist from behind and carried him back to the bedroom.
Chen Yang was thrown onto the quilt soaked with the scent of incense. Before he could get up, Chao Jian pressed on him and wrapped his limbs around him and turned him over.
Reverse position.
Chen Yang lay on Chao Jian's chest, and after a moment of silence, he said, "You should be able to run when you come back."
Chao Jian: “No.”
Chen Yang raised his head to look at Chao Jian, but was pushed back by him the next second.
"It was you who supervised me that my left leg can walk, and I need you to be there when I want to run," Chao Jian said.
Chen Yang listened to the boy's "thump, thump" heartbeat: "Do you want a kiss?"
Chao Jian's throat moved: "Wait until you fall asleep."
Chen Yang: “…” It’s obvious that since he’s been caught biting secretly, he might as well stop pretending.
"What's the point of you kissing me after I fall asleep?" Chen Yang teased.
Chao Jian lifted his head and stared at him with a dark look.
Chen Yang closed his eyes and said, "Brother is asleep, you can kiss him now."
Chao Jian's cheek twitched violently, his teeth clenched tightly together, and a fishy and sweet taste flowed out of his mouth.
I can't stay here any longer. I have to leave as soon as possible and come back when I can control myself with medication.
Otherwise, he would be provoked by this person to lose his rationality and act recklessly without regard for the threshold.
By then, the final step will come early because the threshold has collapsed, and there is a high probability that the effort will fail. That will be the end, there will be no chance.
After waiting for so long, he couldn't do anything dangerous like that.
Chao Jian's breath was tense and extremely restrained. He gently stroked Chen Yang's pursed lips and inserted his fingertips into them.
I can’t kill my brother, so Chao Jian kissed his trembling Adam’s apple.
Let's wait until he falls asleep. When he falls asleep, I will bite him. He smiled happily at Jian.
Chen Yang set the alarm for five in the morning, but he ended up sleeping until seven.
I don't know when Chao Jian canceled the alarm.
The incense in the room had been burning all night, making him dizzy and his consciousness was falling.
Chen Yang sat on the bed and watched Chao Jian put on his sportswear: "Don't you want to tie your hair up?"
"I'm pricking you to see. Germany doesn't have you, so I won't prick you." Chao Jian tied the belt of his sweatpants.
Chen Yang got out of bed and followed Chao Jian to the living room, where he found his favorite soy milk and fried dough sticks on the dining table.
At that moment, Chen Yang's chest was burning hot, and he blurted out: "How about I go with you?"
Chao Jian stopped adjusting her baseball cap and looked at him.
"Ah, no, we can't go together. You're going to the airport soon," Chen Yang walked around the living room, chewing his knuckles. "Well, tell me your address in Germany and I'll book the next flight."
Chao Jian lowered the brim of his hat: "No."
"I can't take you with me." His eyebrows and eyes were covered by shadows, "Otherwise I don't want to treat you."
Chen Yang asked why.
"Have you ever seen a drug addict carrying drugs with him?" Chao Jian sneered.
Chen Yang looked innocent and confused: "Am I not your medicine? How did I become a poison?"
Chao Jian said: "It's a medicine, but also a poison."
"So your treatment means to make me quit smoking?" Chen Yang frowned.
Chao Jian: “…” How can he leave? Or should he not leave? No, for the sake of the overall situation, he must take those disgusting drugs and wait until the drugs take effect before he can return to this person.
"I can't quit, I just need to exercise some restraint." Chao Jian answered the phone and said coldly, "I know."
Chen Yang pursed his lips, the car came.
"My treatment will be very ugly, and I don't want you to see it." Chao Jian smiled.
Chen Yang was stunned: "Ugly?"
"Yeah, like a beast." Chao Jian said lightly.
Chen Yang's heartbeat stopped, and he grabbed Chao Jian's arm: "Then it's incurable."