"Calvin, there's a party tonight, do you want to come?" A young man with blond hair came up from behind and asked with a smile on his face.
Wen Hansheng looked at him. This was the student who had just taken a class with him.
He didn't live in the dormitory, so he wasn't particularly familiar with the students in his class. This big American boy named Chris was the one who approached him on the first day of class.
Because the assignment had to be completed in groups, as the only two Chinese in the class, he became the object of many people's pursuit.
In American universities, Chinese students are known for their diligence and hard work. Therefore, many students are willing to study in the same group with Chinese students. Chris likes Wen Hansheng very much because he thinks that Wen Hansheng has a monk-like calmness and composure. Compared with the enthusiasm and cheerfulness of Americans, this kind of personality is full of oriental mystery.
Wen Hansheng: "Party?"
He was wearing a very simple shirt and blue jeans, just like many students on this campus. But he was really handsome, the kind of handsomeness that transcends racial aesthetics and can be felt by others.
When his dark eyes swept across Chris, he felt an indescribable feeling.
Until Chris raised his hands and said flatteringly: "Trust me, it will be fun and it's not illegal."
He knew that Chinese people were very conservative, and that marijuana would always appear in such parties of American young people. However, Chris did not like it, and this time the party was held in his parents' villa. His parents went on vacation in Italy, so he dared to invite his friends to the party.
"Thank you." Wen Hansheng's dark eyes showed a little smile, "When?"
Chris thought he was going to reject him, but unexpectedly he agreed. He laughed and told him the time and place, and agreed to meet him there.
Wen Hansheng walked down with him, he waved and went to drive his own car.
When Chris saw him open a Porsche and get in, he shouted "Wow" and praised his car for being cool from a distance.
Wen Hansheng laughed and drove away.
He lived in a high-end apartment not far from the school. When he just got home, his sister Wen Xuan called him.
"Are you used to school?"
Hearing this, he chuckled: "Is this the fixed beginning of your phone calls?"
"Well, are you busy with your studies? If so, find a maid."
Wen Hansheng looked at the apartment. It was an admission gift given to him by Wen Xuan and his brother-in-law Ji Xuanheng after he was admitted to Stanford. It was a spacious apartment with three bedrooms and three bathrooms.
He didn't want it at first, but Wen Xuan said that if he didn't accept it, it would be considered as lending it to him for free for a few years.
When Ji Junxing grows up, if he also applies to Stanford University, he can continue to live here. Ji Junxing is my sister Wen Xuan's son. He has just learned to speak. Every time I call him, I can always hear his babbling voice on the other end of the phone.
Sure enough, after a few words, the sound of a child crying was heard from the other side.
Wen Xuan said helplessly: "The little ancestor has woken up, I have to go check on him. If you think it's too troublesome to cook for yourself, just find a maid. Mom and Dad think it's better for you to find a maid so that you can focus on your studies."
The Wen family is a family of scholars. Wen Hansheng's father is a scientific researcher and has been engaged in research for many years.
Their mother is a university professor.
Therefore, they paid special attention to Wen Hansheng's studies.
Wen Hansheng lay on the sofa and hummed softly. The crying of the child on the other side gradually became louder, and Wen Xuan had to hang up the phone immediately.
At this time, the sun was setting outside the window, and orange clouds covered the entire sky.
After a while, Wen Hansheng fell asleep on the soft and comfortable sofa.
Not long after, the phone suddenly rang and Wen Hansheng was awakened.
He looked at the phone and covered his eyes with the back of his hand. Finally, he reached out and picked up the phone, and the enthusiastic voice on the other end rang out: "Calvin, you haven't come yet?"
Where to go
Wen Hansheng had just woken up from his dream, and his mind was still in a state of confusion. It was not until he gradually woke up and recognized whose voice it was that he said calmly, "I'll be right over."
On the other end of the phone, loud music was already playing, and screams and cheers from men and women could be heard from time to time behind him.
Clearly, the party has already begun.
Wen Hansheng stood up slowly and changed his clothes. He still wore a white shirt, but changed into a pair of black trousers. After he changed, he picked up the car keys and went downstairs.
Chris's home is in a quiet and safe community.
He didn't even need anyone to guide him, he found the place quickly, because in the quiet environment, the loud music here was like a guide light, guiding him to drive directly here.
When he arrived at the door, he saw a man and a woman standing in the garden next to them. They were getting closer and closer, and the man's hand was touching the girl's back. It was obvious that they were already at the stage of passion.
When he entered, the room was full of people, most of whom he didn't recognize.
Fortunately, as soon as he entered, Chris pushed through the crowd and put his arm around his shoulders. But Wen Hansheng didn't like being so close to others, so he dodged his arm without leaving a trace.
Fortunately, Chris was very happy when he saw him coming.
"Hey, I thought you weren't coming."
Wen Hansheng took the cup from his hand, he looked down, and Chris immediately said, "It's beer, don't worry."
"Thank you." Wen Hansheng smiled at him faintly and raised his hand to take a sip.
"There are a lot of nice girls here today." Chris winked at him.
After all, such a party is not just about drinking. Meeting a beautiful girl and having a consensual relationship is very common at a party.
Sure enough, a girl with long curly chestnut hair soon came over. She was wearing a top that revealed half of her waist, and blue jeans wrapped around her legs, which were slender and straight. Not to mention that she had an angelic face. Such a beautiful girl attracted the attention of everyone around her as soon as she appeared.
But she walked straight towards Wen Hansheng, smiled and asked, "Is that car outside yours?"
Just now, when she was standing on the balcony upstairs with a glass of wine, she saw Wen Hansheng coming out of the silver Porsche. When she came downstairs, she saw Wen Hansheng talking to Chris, and her interest suddenly turned into ten points.
A handsome and wealthy oriental man, obviously, he is full of mystery and charm.
Wen Hansheng nodded.
This girl named Emma introduced herself and said she was a part-time model.
Chris saw Emma's interest in Wen Hansheng, so he smiled and walked away, leaving them alone. But when Emma suggested that he drive his car and take her out for a ride, Wen Hansheng pointed to the cup in his hand.
"Traffic laws tell us that we can't drive after drinking."
This sentence made Emma's smile fade slightly. She mentioned going for a ride as just an excuse.
In fact, they can also do other things in the car.
But when she hinted again, Wen Hansheng nodded slightly, made an apologetic gesture, and turned to go to the bathroom.
Coming out of the bathroom, he looked at the partying men and women around him, held his forehead slightly, and went upstairs. Fortunately, there were not many people on the balcony. Instead of staying alone, everyone was more willing to dance together.
Wen Hansheng sat on a soft single sofa.
The moonlight was just right tonight, and the vast starry sky was twinkling. He looked up at the stars above his head, and suddenly remembered a popular saying in China: the moon in foreign countries is rounder.
It was a full moon today. He stared at the moon above the starry sky and it seemed that it was not rounder than the one in China.
Wen Hansheng thought about it, and suddenly laughed.
But his laughter actually triggered a faint laugh from the person beside him. When he turned around, he saw someone leaning against the door frame. Because it was in the shadow, he could vaguely see the figure of a tall man.
I couldn't see his face clearly.
The man seemed to have been standing there for quite some time.
When Wen Hansheng turned around to look, he actually walked out of the shadows leisurely. The faint light from the balcony shone on his figure, with the same black hair and black eyes, which surprised Wen Hansheng.
"Chinese?" he asked directly in Chinese.
The man chuckled and whispered, "Chinese."
Although he only said two words, they were not mixed with a strong accent but were very standard.
Then the man slowly stepped forward and walked in front of Wen Hansheng. At this time, his face was completely exposed to the light. To be honest, when this face was exposed, I don’t know whether it was because his eyes were too unruly or because of the arc of the corners of his mouth, he exuded a sense of arrogance and playboy.
Just looking at his face, it seemed as if he had been defined as a playboy.
"Bai Jun." The man spoke first.
Wen Hansheng looked at him calmly. He was indeed as Chris felt, with a monk-like calmness. No matter what the situation was, he could always maintain that calmness.
He said, "Hello, I'm Wen Hansheng."
"The bell of Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City can be heard on the passenger ship at midnight. Are you from Gusu?" Bai Jun asked with a smile.
Wen Hansheng was stunned for a moment, then he said, "There is no Gusu now, only Suzhou."
Bai Jun nodded, "So you are from Suzhou?"
Wen Hansheng: "I'm from Beijing."
"My ancestral home is Guangzhou," Bai Jun said with great interest. He said, "I have never been to China."
Wen Hansheng was stunned again this time, because Bai Jun spoke Chinese very well, and it didn't sound like he had never been to China. On the contrary, his Chinese made people feel that he came from the mainland to study.
He said politely, "You speak Chinese very well."
"Everyone who hears me speak Chinese says so." Bai Jun raised his hand and brought the cup to his mouth. After taking a sip, he blinked at Wen Hansheng and whispered, "Because I'm a language genius."
The gentle moonlight spread over the entire earth, and the expression on his face was clearly visible under the moonlight.
"Are you also a Stanford student?" Wen Hansheng asked.
Bai Jun looked at him with a smile, "Don't you believe what I said?"
Suddenly, there was a soft moaning sound next to me, which seemed to come from the room through the wall. However, because the window was not closed, the sound gradually became louder.
When the obscene words between the beds came clearly, Wen Hansheng turned his head and looked into the distance.
Unexpectedly, the person next to him suddenly stood up, walked over, closed the window directly, and said through the window: "Hey, buddy, we don't want to know how long your penis is."
A clear and angry "fuck" was heard.
When he sat back down, the noise in the room did quiet down. But neither of them spoke. After a while, a man and a woman passed by the balcony door and gave them the middle finger.
Wen Hansheng looked at them expressionlessly.
However, Bai Jun looked at them with a smile and said in Chinese: "Only ten minutes, how pitiful."
Wen Hansheng listened to his sympathetic tone and suddenly laughed.
Bai Jun turned to look at him and asked in confusion: "Did I say something wrong?"
His innocent expression successfully made Wen Hansheng laugh again. He was the one who tried to scare others first, but he even teased them for being short. Even if he was strong, he would probably become weak after being scared by him.
The sounds of revelry downstairs grew louder, and Bai Jun glanced down at his watch.
Then he pointed to the parking lot on the side of the road and said, "See it?"
Wen Hansheng looked in the direction he pointed and saw his Porsche.
But the next moment, Bo Jun said, "My motorcycle is over there, do you want to go for a ride?"
Motorcycle? At this time, Wen Hansheng took a closer look and noticed that there was indeed a motorcycle next to the Porsche.
"Do you want to go?" Bai Jun asked.
Wen Hansheng didn't answer him.
But the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted and his whole body tensed up in an instant.
Because Bai Jun actually jumped off the second-floor balcony in front of him.
He stood up and looked down, and saw the man in the white T-shirt, looking up at him with a smile on his face.
"Wen Hansheng, let's go for a ride together."
"You fucking ..." Even the most calm person would break out in a cold sweat due to his sudden action.
Bai Jun stood downstairs, his hands in his pockets, looking at him firmly.
"Wen Hansheng, come down."
That night, Wen Hansheng learned how to ride a motorcycle for the first time. There was even a fearless person who sat behind him when he rode for the first time.
Bai Jun's voice was like a temptation: "Wen Hansheng, the old ladies I saw riding bicycles in Chinatown were faster than you."
Wen Hansheng stepped on the accelerator.
After a while, when he slowed down again, Bai Jun's indifferent voice sounded again: "Didn't you have dinner tonight? You don't even have the energy to step on the accelerator?"
"Are you looking for death?" Wen Hansheng finally couldn't help but said angrily.
He said that this was his first time riding a motorcycle, what else did this guy want to do.
But he suddenly felt a heat on his back, and then he realized that the person who was sitting in the back seat, not close to him, was suddenly pressed tightly against him. Bai Jun not only pressed his chest against his back, but even held his waist tightly with both hands, laughing and saying, "I'm not afraid to hand my life over to you, so what are you afraid of?"
With a bang, the sound of a motorcycle accelerating echoed through the quiet street.
The wind blew in his face, blowing on his helmet.
Behind him was a man's warm and solid chest, not soft or delicate, reminding him every second.
This is a man.
That night, he didn't know how long he had been driving, he only remembered the hot chest against his back.
Later, Wen Hansheng found out that Bai Jun was another Chinese in the Department of Computer Science. He was absent from the previous classes, but now he seemed to appear suddenly and was around him every day.
"Let's have lunch together?" When the get out of class was over, Bai Jun put on his shoulder bag and walked straight over.
Wen Hansheng nodded.
When the two of them sat down with their trays, the person opposite them asked, "Don't you live in a student dormitory?"
"Well, I live off campus." Wen Han whispered.
Because they were eating pizza, Wen Hansheng took a few bites and stopped eating. Bai Jun glanced at him and asked, "Not used to it?"
Many Chinese students come to the United States to study, and sometimes, it is more difficult to overcome eating habits than language.
Wen Hansheng nodded.
"What a little master." Bai Jun sneered. He took the pizza from Wen Hansheng's plate directly. He didn't even mind that he had already taken a bite. He finished the pizza in just a few bites.
Wen Hansheng looked at him silently.
Bai Jun didn't seem to feel that this was an intimate move at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Why don't you invite me to your apartment tonight and I'll show you my skills."
In the evening, the two bought food at the supermarket and went home.
When Wen Hansheng's car stopped in front of the apartment, Bai Jun went downstairs and looked at the building in front of him. When he saw Wen Hansheng driving the car before, he was not too surprised.
At this moment, in front of this high-end apartment, he finally frowned slightly.
Wen Hansheng took him upstairs. His apartment was cleaned by a special person. When he got home, the whole room had already been tidied up cleanly and tidy.
Because when I was downstairs, I already had some understanding in my heart.
So when he saw the layout and decoration of the apartment, Bai Jun did not show any expression.
"You've never used this kitchen once?" Bai Jun looked at him.
Fortunately they bought a lot of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
Wen Hansheng nodded, "I'm usually very busy and don't have time."
As a result, after he finished speaking, Bai Jun sneered and said, "We are classmates."
What I mean is, I know how busy you are.
Wen Hansheng was not embarrassed and said directly: "I can't cook."
When they were in China, they had a special nanny at home. Not only did he not know how to cook, but even Wen Xuan had never cooked before. So when he went abroad to study, his mother and Wen Xuan were most worried that he would not be used to the food.
When he was in China, he was a very picky eater.
After clarifying his tone, Bai Jun tied on the apron he had picked up from the supermarket and started cutting vegetables.
When Wen Hansheng saw a potato being cut into evenly sized potato shreds under his hands in less than two minutes, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
Bai Jun turned around and saw his expression. He raised his chin slightly and said arrogantly, "Do you think I'm awesome?"
But before he could say anything, the man in the apron looked down at the shredded potatoes on the chopping board.
"The thing I hate most in my fucking life is shredded potatoes."
Wen Hansheng was watching Bai Jun while he was cooking. He was very quick, and in less than half an hour, he had already prepared three dishes and a soup.
"How come you are so good at cooking?" Wen Hansheng asked him as they sat at the dining table to eat.
Bai Jun looked at him leisurely and smiled faintly: "Want to know?"
Wen Hansheng nodded.
"Next time, I'll tell you next time."
Unexpectedly, after this, Bai Jun became extremely busy. At this time, computers were emerging, and the United States, as the world's top technological power, led the world in computer research.
What's more, because the United States has a short history, countless business myths have emerged.
When Bill Gates became the world's richest man thanks to Microsoft, countless people joined the computer industry.
At this time, Bai Jun was busy with a campus project with his classmates.
Although he had never had a deep conversation with Wen Hansheng, Wen Hansheng could sense that Bai Jun's life plan was different from his. He was a step-by-step person, studying abroad, graduating with first-class honors, and then continuing his studies, with no end in sight.
But Bai Jun was attracted by one entrepreneurial fairy tale after another on the Stanford campus.
His future is not in school.
Two weeks later, Bai Jun finally had some free time, and he asked Wen Hansheng if he was free on the weekend.
"What's wrong?" Wen Hansheng did not answer him, but asked back.
Bai Jun looked at him and said, "Last time you asked me why I can cook. This time I will tell you the answer."
They agreed to meet at the weekend.
On the weekend, Bai Jun drove a car and waited for him downstairs. After Wen Hansheng got in the car, he looked at the old SUV.
Bai Jun smiled and said, "My roommate lent it to me."
They drove all the way and finally arrived at Chinatown in San Francisco. Chinatown here is the largest Chinatown in the western United States and is said to be the largest Chinese community outside of Asia. Because San Francisco has a well-developed port, many Chinese who illegally immigrated to the United States in the past would first stop in San Francisco.
Therefore, many Chinese people have settled down here.
When Baijun stopped in front of a small store, he just got out of the car and an old lady next to him exclaimed, "Ajun is back."
It's actually a Shanghai accent.
Wen Hansheng followed him out of the car. The old lady looked at Wen Hansheng, burst into laughter, and said, "Why didn't Jun bring a little girl with him when he came back? Instead, he brought a pretty boy back."
"This is my friend, Grandma Jiang." Bai Jun laughed.
When he called Wen Hansheng over, Wen Hansheng saw that this small store could only accommodate four or five tables. At this time, on the cash register in front of the door, there was a traditional decoration for attracting wealth and fortune.
Bai Jun pointed in the direction of the kitchen and said, "I have been helping here since I was eight years old. I cut potato shreds for the first time when I was twelve, and I continued to do so until I went to Stanford."
"Ajun." After hearing some noise in front, a woman came out from the kitchen. When she saw Baijun, her face was filled with surprise.
Obviously, this woman is Bai Jun's mother.
Wen Hansheng looked at the woman in front of him who should be about the same age as his mother, but she looked like the older one.
Bai Jun's father came out from the kitchen and was very happy to see his son bringing his classmates back.
He said, "I'll cook a few of my specialties for you later."
It was just around noon, the peak time for lunch, and soon the customer came in.
Bai Jun's mother was greeting the guests, but after a while, the dishes in the kitchen were ready. Bai Jun asked Wen Hansheng to sit down next to the cashier, and he went directly to the kitchen to help serve the dishes and greet the guests.
I was so busy that I didn't have time to eat until one o'clock in the afternoon.
During this period, Wen Hansheng also helped collect money several times.
Bai Jun's parents are both traditional Chinese parents and are very hospitable. Now that their son has brought his friends back home, not only did they fail to invite them to dinner in time, they even asked the guests to help with things. They both felt very sorry for it.
To express his regret, Bai Jun's father actually cooked a table full of dishes.
"You are from Beijing, right? The people who come here most often are from Beijing, so I made these dishes and you can see if they suit your taste."
Wen Hansheng thanked him repeatedly.
It is inevitable to chat while eating.
When Bai's father asked him what major he was studying, Wen Hansheng told him that he and Bai Jun were classmates and studied the same major.
"Actually, I wanted him to study medicine. You know how good it is to study medicine."
Baijun's parents have been living in Chinatown since they came to the United States. In their limited knowledge, lawyers and doctors are respected and profitable professions in the United States. These are also the two first choices for Chinese parents to let their children work, especially doctors.
"Dad, I've told you so many times that only computers can decide the future."
Bai Jun raised the corner of his mouth and said proudly.
Bai's father said something else, but Bai Jun's mother winked at him. He finally stopped talking. After all, in Chinatown, it was a great honor to have a child studying at Stanford.
After all, many people's children eventually inherit their parents' restaurant and become the owner of another Chinatown shop.
After dinner, Bai Jun's mother insisted that they not help downstairs anymore and asked Bai Jun to take him upstairs to rest.
"My parents both came to the United States illegally." Bai Jun said with a smile after handing him a glass of water.
Wen Hansheng held the water cup with a calm expression. He was too calm, which was good or bad. For example, now, it was because of his calm personality that he had the calm and relaxed look of accepting everything.
"When my dad first sneaked into the United States, he washed dishes in a Chinatown restaurant for eight years." Bai Jun sneered, "The American dream made him willingly wash dishes for so many years."
Wen Hansheng didn't say anything.
Bai Jun lay on his single bed and whispered, "Not just him, but me too. Do you know how much I hate this dish of spicy and sour potato shreds?"
Perhaps in the eyes of foreigners, there are only a few dishes such as Kung Pao Chicken and Hot and Sour Shredded Potatoes.
In a family restaurant like this, they can't hire anyone else, only their own family can help out. Not only him, but also his two younger brothers and sisters have been helping out in the family restaurant since they were young.
But they never resented their parents.
Because the three of them are studying, the money is earned by their parents working hard day after day.
It was Wen Hansheng who tilted his head to look at the person lying on the bed. The bedsheets under him were clean, but they looked like they had been washed many times, at least ten years old.
In fact, from the first day he met Bai Jun, he always felt that Bai Jun had the temperament of a playboy.
Not only did he not look like someone who was poor, he even looked like a proud and dissolute playboy. At this moment, he was lying on a single bed in a small room on the second floor of a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown, still rebellious and proud.
“Sooner or later, I’m going to end this little restaurant.”
Suddenly, he sat up and moved his cheek close to Wen Hansheng.
His dark eyes stared at Wen Hansheng closely, and he asked in a low voice: "Do you believe me?"
Wen Hansheng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his palm suddenly grasped the wall of the cup.
"Do you believe I can change this?"
This sentence sounds like a dream that comes out of nowhere when a young man is dissatisfied with the reality.
But he knew that this was not just a dream.
Because the person in front of him is Bai Jun.
At this moment, his cheek was so close to the ground that it seemed that if he only took one step closer, he would be able to kiss him.
Wen Hansheng looked at the person in front of him. Others always said that he was as calm and composed as a monk at such a young age. He was even as abstinent as a monk and didn't seem to be interested in dating.
But no one knew that it wasn't that he wasn't interested in dating.
He is not interested in dating 'her'.
Because deep down, he was thinking about him.
The author has something to say: I have always wanted to write this story, but since I don't need to write a long article, I will write a sequel.
If you don't like it, don't buy it. Because this is a sequel, I mentioned it in the last chapter, and I will emphasize it again in this chapter. If you are not interested in BL, don't buy it.
Because I didn't want to be scolded, I didn't write too much about my uncle and Bai Jun in the main text, and their appearance only served the purpose of the main text.
This is the extra chapter. I’ll let it slide for a while. Girls who like it can continue reading. Girls who don’t like it should not buy it.
Anyway, it won’t be a lot, just two or three chapters or so.