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Song Yan was not at all aware of what Xia Zhiye was thinking, and only felt that since the two had even squeezed into the narrow, 1.2meter bed at the dorms, then it would be nothing to squeeze into the 1.5meter single bed at the hotel.
Also, every time he slept with Xia Zhiye, he slept better than usual.
It was probably because Xia Zhiye had some kind of scent that made him feel very relaxed.
It was like a citrus scent, but it also wasnât overly sweet. Usually, he couldnât smell it, but every time he was hugged by Xia Zhiye, that kind of smell would bring along with it a warm comfort that calmed his fretful nerve cells.
For example, the night he had insomnia the first day he arrived at NanWu.
For example, the hug in pitch-black darkness.
So once Song Yan passed the age of needing to sleep with an adult, Xia Zhiye became the first person Song Yan allowed to sleep in the same bed as him.
But two 1.8meter tall boys squeezing into a single bed couldnât be considered comfortable. Song Yan laid on his back but felt it was a bit tight, so he turned to lay on his side, but under the hazy light from the bedside table, he could vaguely see something that looked like a red mark on the back of Xia Zhiyeâs neck.
Xia Zhiyeâs skin was white, and the red mark appeared abrupt. The position was also particularly ambiguous. Once he thought of what that red mark could possibly be, Song Yanâs look immediately grew cold, and he reached his hand out to tear aside the collar of Xia Zhiyeâs pajamas.
Xia Zhiye had just been laying on the bed, pondering over what he should say, when his collar was suddenly pulled aside with explosive strength. He then thought, could it be that Song Yan was so active?
Then he heard Song Yan coldly ask: âWhatâs this?â
Xia Zhiye was a bit dazed: âWhatâs what?ââ
âLook for yourself.â
Song Yan pulled out his phone and angled it at the otherâs neck, then took a photo and handed it over to the other.
Xia Zhiye glanced at it, understood it clearly, sat up, and began to pull aside the belt of his robe.
Song Yan immediately grew alert, grabbed the blanket and scooted backwards: âWhat are you doing?â
Xia Zhiye reflected on the otherâs movement, felt it was interesting, tilted his head while squinting his eyes, and purposefully lowered his voice: âWhat do you think you can do when a lonely man and a widowed man are left in the same room, and oneâs clothes are untidy?â
ââ¦â¦â
Absolutely nothing.
Song Yan coldly turned around: âFuck off, laoziâs perfectly straight.â
Xia Zhiye lowered his head and lightly laughed. He didnât respond, after all, a month earlier, he also felt he was perfectly straight.
So just saying it couldnât determine whether or not one was straight.
After all, would a straight man care whether or not another straight man took his clothes off in front of the other?
No.
After Xia Zhiye came to this conclusion, he continued to pull apart his belt with complete satisfaction, while explaining: âThe hotel probably didnât get rid of the mites on the pajamas, Iâm a bit allergic.â
When Xia Zhiye said this, his pajamas had already completely been pulled off his body.
Song Yan turned around and just happened to see the otherâs back which really was covered in densely packed red marks. His originally healthy looking skin appeared quite shocking.
Song Yan furrowed his brows: âGo to the hospital?â
âNo need, Iâll be fine if I just rub some ointment.â Xia Zhiye looked quite lax.
As if this kind of allergic reaction was normal.
He usually saw Xia Zhiye as untidy, with no scruples regarding the kind of food he ate. Turns out he was actually quite delicate.
Song Yan got off the bed, opened his suitcase, and brought out a first aid kit. He searched around for a while before he pulled out a tube of ointment that was much larger than most other tubes. He then turned to face Xia Zhiye: âSee if you can use this.â
Song Yan was also easily allergic to bugs like dust mites, so Tan Qing had frequently prepared this ointment in his first aid kit. It was one she brought from abroad and it was said that the efficacy of the medicine in stopping a rash was moderate, and could even deal with a majority of skin rashes that werenât serious.
Xia Zhiye originally planned to call someone to go buy medicine and send it to the hotel, but upon hearing Song Yanâs words, he walked over, took the ointment, and glanced at the English written on the packaging. He nodded: âYeah, I can use it.â
âItâs fine if you can use it.â
Song Yan smoothly shut his suitcase and prepared to stand, but upon raising his head, his line of sight unavoidably looked straight at some certain area. He was attacked on the spot, and his breathing stuttered.
The clothes Xia Zhiye had changed out of had already been sent to the hotelâs laundry room, and he had taken off the pajamas due to his allergy. So at this moment, he only wore a pair of black briefs.
He stood there, while Song Yan squatted. As soon as Song Yan raised his head, the visual effect was a little overwhelming.
ââ¦â¦â
Fuck.
What did this person eat to grow so big.
Song Yan couldnât help but scold the other in his heart, then quickly lowered his head. He rummaged around his suitcase for the biggest loungewear he had and tossed it at the other: âDonât fucking behave indecently.â
Xia Zhiye was suddenly slapped in the face with two pairs of clothing for no reason at all, and was originally quite dazed. But when he lowered his head, he found Song Yanâs ears had turned red. He paused for a moment, then reacted, and couldnât help smirking.
Would a straight man be this shy?
No.
So his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs were probably quite attractive to classmate Song Yan.
Xia Zhiye thought this, and leisurely pulled on Song Yanâs pants. But he unexpectedly didnât wear the shirt.
Song Yan couldnât help asking: âAre you that confident in your abs?â
He really was very confident, but that wasnât the problem.
Xia Zhiye waved around the ointment in his hand: âIf I wear the shirt, how can you apply the ointment on me?â
Song Yan: ââ¦â¦â
Why should laozi help you apply the ointment.
Xia Zhiye seemed to have guessed what the other was thinking, and unhurriedly explained: âBecause I canât reach my own back.â
ââ¦â¦â
The red rash was largely focused on his back, and Xia Zhiye really had no other way.
Song Yan also couldnât just leave a dying man, so he could only coldly kick Xia Zhiye onto the sofa: âLay down obediently.â
Xia Zhiyeâs back was actually super itchy, but was worried that Song Yan would be worried, so he didnât say anything. So he just honestly laid down on the sofa and played on his phone, in an attempt to divert his attention.
Meanwhile this was the first time little master Song applied ointment on someone else, and after putting on transparent latex gloves, stood next to the sofa. But he paused as he had no idea where he should place his hands, so he just stepped onto the sofa, and sat on Xia Zhiyeâs legs, then slapped the palm of his hand on Xia Zhiyeâs back: âDonât move around.â
Xia Zhiye: ââ¦â¦â
He didnât dare move.
With this kind of position, he was scared something would happen as soon as he moved.
But Song Yan was really thin, and he unexpectedly didnât think the other was heavy once the other sat on his legs.
Also, although the movement of his hand was unskilled and clumsy, it wasnât difficult to feel the otherâs meticulously slow, and cautious movements.
The cool ointment against his stinging and itchy skin was quite comfortable.
Considerate, gentle, and able to love others dearly.
Xia Zhiye didnât think there was anything wrong with the three adjectives he had given Song Yan, and only silently enjoyed the top-notch service that Song Yan provided.
Unfortunately, his phone inconsiderately began to ring.
It was a WeChat call from Shang Huai.
It wasnât until Xia Zhiye had smoothly picked up the call did he realize it wasnât a voice call, but a video call. He just wanted to ask what was wrong, when Shang Huaiâs big face on the screen immediately turned from joy to a dull stiffness, that finally turned into a shock in his pupils.
âXiaâ¦â¦ Lord Xiaâ¦â¦ You, you and Yan geâ¦â¦ You guysâ¦â¦ Fuck!â
What do you mean, fuck? What was there to make a fuss about?
Upon hearing Shang Huaiâs shout of doubt regarding the collapse of the world, Song Yan coldly raised his eyes to look at Xia Zhiyeâs phone screen.
Then in the little window at the upper right corner of the screen, he saw Xia Zhiyeâs bare upper body laying down on the sofa, with his own self sat behind Xia Zhiye, wearing latex gloves while holding up a tube of ointment.
Added to the fact that a few faint red marks could be seen on Xia Zhiyeâs neck, as well as the fact that with one look, their background was that of a hotel room, despite the fact that he was only helping the other apply allergy medication, the entire scene was very imaginative.
Song Yan: ââ¦â¦â
Shang Huai: ââ¦â¦â
Xia Zhiye: ââ¦â¦â
Two phones, two cameras, three men at the crosswords of life, they all remained silent across the radio waves.
After a moment, Shang Huai resentfully said: âLord Xia, although I felt since a long time ago that something was fishy about you two, I couldâve never imagined youâre actually the one to be on the bottom!â
ââ¦â¦â Xia Zhiye calmly asked, âAre you an idiot?â
Shang Huai didnât admit he was an idiot, and only felt Xia Zhiye was probably incapable of facing reality, so he tearfully comforted: âDonât worry, Lord Xia. Itâs also worthy of admiration to be a 01Â for love. We all understand.â
What the fuck do you understand.
Xia Zhiye was too lazy to continue speaking nonsense with him, so he took the ointment from Song Yanâs hand, and placed it in front of the camera: âDo you know how to read?â
Shang Huai shook his head.
Xia Zhiye: âBaidu2.â
âOh.â Shang Huai lowered his head and obediently searched on Baidu, paused his fingers for a moment, then raised his head stiffly, âAllergy medication?â
âOtherwise?â
ââ¦â¦â
Shang Huai awkwardly rubbed his nose: âThat, you also canât blame me, most importantlyâ¦â¦â
He originally wanted to say âMost importantly, you and Song Yan usually act pretty gayâ, but seeing Song Yanâs face that was cold enough to boil formalin3Â behind Xia Zhiye, he forcibly swallowed his words, then honestly replied: âMost importantly, my entire brain is filled with yellow waste. Iâm immoral, Iâm vulgar, I have no shame.â
Song Yanâs face on the screen finally warmed up, then got down from Xia Zhiyeâs back, directly walking to the bathroom to wash his hands.
Xia Zhiye was also too lazy to bother about Shang Huai, and lazily asked: âFine, whyâd you video call me in the middle of the night?â
âGood news!â Only then did Shang Huai remember the reason why he called tonight, and a sliver of excitement could be seen in his eyes, âLet me show you something!â
As he said this, the camera shot changed to show the screen of a computer.
The screen showed an email.
[Sender]: HuanYue Entertainment
[Subject]: Notice of Interview
[Main Text]: Congratulations Mr. Shang Huai for passing our companyâs open audition for demos. We invite you to participate in the second round of interviews on 10/6 at 10am, the addressâ¦â¦
Xia Zhiye reacted: âYou passed the open audition for singer-songwriters that you mentioned before?â
Shang Huai switched back to selfie mode: âOf course, if I didnât pass the audition that would be too unworthy of my Lord Xiaâs fatherly love.â
âSure, then let me know if youâre missing anything. Iâll always be your outstanding father.â
âIâm not missing anything, just wanted to find you tonight to treat you to a meal. Tomorrow morning I have to go to Beijing. If I pass this time, then I might not come back so letâs make this meal a farewell dinner.â
As he said this, Song Yan had just happened to exit the bathroom. Hearing the latter half of the sentence, he asked: âWhat farewell dinner.â
âNothing much.â Xia Zhiye easily explained, âJust that Shang Huai passed his audition, and has to go to Beijing for the second round on the 6th. Heâs leaving tomorrow morning, and wanted to treat us to a meal before leaving.â
âThe second roundâs on the 6th, but tomorrowâs only the 3rd. Why leave so early?â
Xia Zhiye had also realized the issue, and asked Shang Huai: âIs there a reason why youâre going so early?â
âHaah, why else would I go to Beijing so early.â Shang Huai helplessly sighed, âIsnât it because Iâm poor. I donât dare tell my mom about this, and I only have about 1,000 yuan on me. I canât even buy a round-trip high speed rail ticket. I can only sit on the green-colored train.â
Song Yan really had no concept of this âgreen-colored trainâ.
Xia Zhiye explained: âTravelling from NanWu to Beijing on the green-colored train takes around thirty or so hours.â
Shang Huai added: âItâs even the hard seat.â
Song Yan: ââ¦â¦â
It was hard to imagine.
âBut you only have that much money on you, where are you going to live in Beijing?â Xia Zhiye asked Shang Huai.
Shang Huaiâs faced looked very frank: âIâll just randomly find a shady Internet cafe to get by for a night. Then later when I become famous, I can pull out this experience to talk about. Itâll definitely be encouraging and moving and itâll definitely add a stroke of heavy color to my autobiography!â
Having said this, it was as if he had already submerged himself in the wonderful fantasy of his future life as he foolishly laughed.
How could he be so blindly optimistic.
Xia Zhiye felt this was both interesting and funny: âThatâs enough, stop daydreaming over there. Send me the address. Later, Song Yan and I will come together. See if we can pool together a bit more money.â
âYou really donât need to pool moneyâ¦â¦â
âItâs fine, donât be stupid, Iâm hanging up.â
Xia Zhiye disconnected the video call, turned and found Song Yan standing nearby while holding his phone. His hair covered his eyes and face, and his lips were slightly pursed, as if he was worried about something.
He lowly asked: âWhat are you thinking about.â
âNothing.â
Song Yanâs fingertip tapped on the remaining balance on his bank card shown on his phone screen, and halfheartedly replied.
Although he returned the credit card to Song Minghai, Song Yan had never worried that he would lack money.
Because ever since he was young, no matter how sarcastic Song Minghai was, he had never treated Song Yan unfairly with regards to money. Every year, the new yearsâ money that the aunties and uncles gave him added up to well over six figures.
So Song Yan had always believed he still had quite a bit of money on his own card.
But he never would have thought he was unexpectedly quite extravagant ordinarily, so the total balance on his card was unexpectedly only 7518 yuan.
For him, this figure couldnât even buy him a winter coat, but now it had to last him until the new year.
But actually, with 7,000 yuan, if he lived frugally enough to just get by, it wasnât impossible to barely scrape by in the next four or five months, itâs just thatâ¦â¦
Song Yan thought of Shang Huaiâs happiness and excitement from just before and still made a decision. He raised his head, looked at Xia Zhiye, then nonchalantly said: âIâll transfer 5,000 yuan to you. You transfer it to Shang Huai.â
Xia Zhiye made eye contact with the other, and raised his eyebrows, as if to question the other.
Song Yan was apparently unskilled at expressing this kind of goodwill. He avoided the otherâs eyes awkwardly, his tone pretending to remain casual: âAnyway, itâs not that much money. Let him buy a roundtrip plane ticket, find a decent hotel and clean himself a bit. Donât bring shame upon our No.3 Middle High.â
He was clearly worried it would be too hard on Shang Huai to ride the green-colored train, that Shang Huai would be unable to rest well, or that he might encounter some kind of danger while sleeping outdoors when alone in Beijing, so he wanted to help Shang Huai. But he insisted on maintaining his cold facade.
He really was a tsundere.
Xia Zhiye watched as Song Yan awkwardly avoided his gaze, and couldnât help the smile in his eyes.
But he was so tsundere it was cute.
Ordinarily, if his grandpa hadnât frozen his card, he could directly help Shang Huai, but now he temporarily had no money on hand, plus this matter was quite urgent, so he merely replied: âSure, take it as me borrowing the money for him. Iâll definitely return it before the end of the year.â
How are you going to return it, by accompanying your good jiejie?
Thinking this, Song Yan felt uncomfortable in his heart. His head drooped down and arrogantly examined Xia Zhiye who sat on the sofa with his clothes out of order: âWhat do you plan to give back?â
Xia Zhiye: â?â
What does that mean? If he didnât give money back after borrowing it, what else could he possibly give back? Could it beâ¦â¦
Xia Zhiye felt he understood something in that moment, raised his head, a look of sorrow akin to that of a woman4Â remarrying: âIf you insist on that, itâs not impossible.â
Song Yan: â?â
Song Yan: ââ¦â¦â
Song Yan: â.â
The fuck do you mean, itâs not impossible.
Song Yan raised his leg in preparation to kick a certain hoodlum that sat on the sofa.
But that hoodlum laughed while grabbing Song Yanâs ankle, in an attempt to protect himself.
But Song Yan had just come out of the bathroom, and the soles of his feet were wet. Stepping on the marble tile of the hotel floor was already quite slippery, and having his ankle pulled by Xia Zhiye in such a way caused him to lose his balance, and his entire body fell on top of Xia Zhiyeâs body.
His head had coincidentally knocked into Xia Zhiyeâs sturdy shoulder, and it hurt so much that he sharply inhaled a breath of cold air. He hadnât had enough time to scold the other, when he heard a creak from the door.
He turned to look back, and saw Shen Jiayanâs hand on the doorknob, standing at the doorway. Shen Jiayan maintained his position of opening the door, looking into the room at the two people with ruffled clothes as well as the unnamed fluid on the floor, then sank into a rigid silence.
Three seconds later, the door closed.
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1. 0 is a slang term for bottom/uke/shou. In conjunction, 1 is a slang term for top/seme/gong. Iâm sure you can guess why
2. Baidu is a search engine in China
3. For reference, the boiling point of formalin is -19C
4. The phrase author uses here is specifically a woman who wants to follow her husband in death. Essentially XZY is pretending to be a woman who is so sad about the prospect of remarrying as she hopes to follow her husband in death.