Before Valentine's Day, Lin Sitao's postgraduate entrance examination was settled and he passed it successfully.
He Xian was very happy for him and prepared a bunch of new things for him.
When Lin Sitao came to He Xian's place that day, he saw a pile of things on the table. They were neatly packaged and shiny.
"What is this?" he asked He Xian.
He Xian bought him a new computer, a new cell phone, some new shirts and shoes, and two new coats.
"A new beginning requires me to prepare something new for you." He Xian said as a matter of course.
Lin Sitao said: "I'm not a freshman who just got into college; and you, you're not my father."
He Xian said: "I dare not. This is still far from my father's standard..."
He hugged Lin Sitao and said with a smile: "It's enough to call me brother. If you accept my gift, you have to study hard and make progress every day, okay?"
Lin Sitao blushed: "Isn't it too late for you to play the cultivation game now? You are over the age limit!"
When it was time to go to bed, he and He Xian both lay naked on the bed. After they finished, He Xian still put his arms around his waist and refused to let go. Lin Sitao asked him, "Do you remember what I looked like at that time?"
He can now talk about the past naturally.
He Xian said: "I remember you. You were thin and small, and your eyes showed that you were still a student, not a gangster."
Lin Sitao listened quietly, and suddenly he became a little suspicious: "Do you really remember me?"
He Xian bit his shoulder and said, "If you don't believe it, forget it."
Lin Sitao smiled. He did not ask any more questions.
He Xian asked him in return: "Is it really me in your memory?"
Lin Sitao knew what he meant - he had heard He Xian talk about his "memory beautification theory", which was that people's memories would automatically modify themselves unconsciously, beautifying what they wanted to beautify and uglifying what they wanted to uglify.
Lin Sitao turned over and looked at He Xian and said, "Maybe I don't know much about you, but my memory is absolutely fine. What happened is exactly what happened, and I remember it clearly. It's really sad if a person can't even trust his own brain."
He Xian laughed: "Oh, then what about me?"
Lin Sitao put his hand on He Xian's cheek: "You don't know... I often recall that time."
He would recall it over and over again, and he would have different feelings each time he recalled it.
He hesitated, not knowing whether he should ask at this time. He had wanted to ask He Xian about this matter for a long time.
"He Xian..." He finally spoke.
"Were you really drunk when I pulled you off the bridge railing that night?" he asked in a low voice.
He Xian's dark eyes were motionless, staring at the curtains behind Lin Sitao. The corners of his mouth moved, like a smile: "I'm really drunk."
Lin Sitao regretted asking this, and he hugged He Xian. He remembered the whole thing so clearly that he could analyze it minute by minute and accurately analyze the moment he fell in love with He Xian.
He fell in love with He Xian the moment he pushed him off the bridge railing.
Every time the scene replayed in his mind, his doubts deepened.
He Xian stroked Lin Sitao's back, somewhat absentmindedly. He wanted to get up, put on his clothes and leave. But the body in his arms was surprisingly warm, completely melting his will. He couldn't bear to leave.
It is easy to deceive others, but it is difficult to deceive yourself. It is easy to deceive people who are irrelevant to you, but it is difficult to deceive people you care about.
This was a knot in his heart, entangled with his worst nightmares and self-doubts. In the past ten years, he deliberately forgot about this matter. He thought he had forgotten it, and even when he heard that someone he knew committed suicide for various reasons, he was able to remain unmoved.
But at this time, he and Lin Sitao were facing each other naked, and it was destined that one of them would remember this incident. Only then did he realize that he had not forgotten it either.
He kissed Lin Sitao's hair and finally just said, "How do you want to spend Valentine's Day?"
Their Valentine's Day plans were useless - it was a workday, and they both had to work overtime. It was almost ten o'clock when they met. There were only two hours left before Valentine's Day ended. The streets were almost over, and rose petals were scattered everywhere. The night was also very cold.
They hurried to a bar. Fortunately, the bar was still busy.
It was past twelve when they got home. Lin Sitao kept yawning. He just turned around to pour himself a glass of water when He Xian came out from behind him with a bunch of roses.
Lin Sitao smiled: "Where are you hiding?"
He didn't notice at all.
"It's meaningless if you say it out loud." He Xian stuffed it into his arms.
Lin Sitao held the flower and looked at it for a long time before putting it in the vase. This was the first time he had received flowers in his life. It could be considered a perfect Valentine's Day.
The next day, someone in the office occasionally complained that Valentine's Day was boring, but they had to celebrate it every year. Lin Sitao laughed in his heart, thinking that this complaint sounded like bragging.
Overnight, the circle of friends was full of people showing off their flowers and gifts. A single guy reposted a picture from a fashion magazine and cursed: "What are you showing off? Can you show off more than Valentine's Day?" There was a stream of replies below.
Lin Sitao clicked on it and saw a photo of a bride in a wedding dress. He read the description and found out that this was a Chinese cellist named Shen Zhouhan.
"Is she famous?" Lin Sitao asked the single guy while holding his phone.
The single guy smiled and asked back: "You don't know? This is Mr. He's sister."
"How did you know?" Lin Sitao exclaimed.
The single guy said: "I don't know either, I've heard about it from others."
Lin Sitao had only heard He Xian say that his sister was a musician, and had never heard that her sister was so famous. He didn't know whether to blame himself for being too slow or He Xian for being inconsiderate.
He still didn't know He Xian well enough, but in a sense he was doing the most intimate things with He Xian.
Don't be anxious, don't be anxious, Lin Sitao advised himself.
It was the first time for him to have such an intimate relationship with someone, and he didn't know what was normal and what was abnormal. Can the principles of relationships between men and women in the world be directly applied to relationships between men? Moreover, He Xian himself was in a complex interpersonal relationship.
Shen Zhouhan had taken a group of photos for a fashion magazine a few years ago, and the wedding preparations were almost in full swing. She was half in the entertainment industry, and her parents were businessmen, so they didn't mind spending money to make the wedding a bigger event. There was also a lot of publicity in magazines and on the Internet.
Shen Zhouhan had asked He Xian during the Spring Festival if he would go with someone to the wedding so she could arrange seats. He Xian said he would go alone. In early March, Shen Zhouhan called him again and He Xian said he would go alone.
Shen Zhouhan laughed at him: "Valentine's Day has passed, and you are still alone? I don't believe it. With your ability, if you just say hello, someone will come to accompany you."
He Xian laughed out loud: "Do you want me to bring just anyone to your wedding?"
Shen Zhouhan smiled angrily: "I'm afraid that you will be stuck in Teacher Zhao's trap and can't get out. It would be good to change someone to change your mood."
She hung up the phone and He Xian looked out the window.
His recent cohabitation and semi-cohabitation life with Lin Sitao made him very satisfied and almost impeccable.