Chapter 4

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"...Today, I seriously

wanted to get married. Ah Xue, what do you think?"

He waited nervously for

several seconds without hearing an answer. He turned his head and saw that Zhuang

Hanxue did not know when he had fallen asleep.

Qiu Zheyan: "..."

He was suddenly discouraged.

He stopped and wait for the

red light.

Qiu Zheyan stared at the

sleeping Zhuang Hanxue for a while, and stretched out his hand to pinch his

face.

This face is obviously not

thick.

Zhuang Hanxue woke up and

looked at him sleepily: "What?"

Qiu Zheyan said angrily:

"Are you pretending to be asleep?"

Zhuang Hanxue looked blank and

innocent.

Qiu Zheyan wants to be angry

but didn't know how to: "Forget it."

Zhuang Hanxue rubbed his face:

"You are really fickle, it’s difficult. A man's heart is a needle on the seabed*."

*the

mind is elusive. Can't guess what they are thinking

...............

Zhuang Hanxue has no time to

play games in these two days.

He had to go to the hospital

to help big brother.

He looks sloppy, but when he

really does things, he will not lose the chain*.

* screw up

The day before they set off to

go abroad, his little niece had an operation in the morning. Fortunately, it

was not a very complicated operation. He waited until the little niece woke up

and had dinner before returning home. It turned out that Qiu Zheyan come home

early because he had to pack his clothes.

As soon as Zhuang Hanxue came

back, he pressed his cold hand to Qiu Zheyan's neck: "Keep me warm."

Qiu Zheyan couldn't help but

put his hand in his arms: "How's it going?"

Zhuang Hanxue said: "The

operation went smoothly. But when I told my brother that I couldn't go to the

hospital tomorrow because I will go to your house to spend Christmas with your

family, he suddenly lost his temper and scolded me."

Qiu Zheyan: "You just

told him?"

Zhuang Hanxue: "Well, I

forgot."

Qiu Zheyan was quite

speechless to this lost lover.

Zhuang Hanxue: "I also

told him about the gifts I bought. He said that I didn't buy high-quality

gifts, but I have already used all my savings to buy gifts. I think this is

considered sincere?"

This is the first time Qiu

Zheyan heard Zhuang Hanxue mention it, and was shocked: "Did you use all

your savings to buy gifts?"

Zhuang Hanxue laughed and

said, "You didn't said the right sentence. At this time, you should

say, 'You actually have savings?'-I'm right to complain like this."

Qiu Zheyan shook his hand and

said, "I don't think you are nervous, and I am worried that you are not

prepared so I bought the gift for you."

Zhuang Hanxue: "You

underestimated me? It doesn't matter if you buy an extra gift. You give them yours,

and I give them my gifts."

Qiu Zheyan really didn’t

understand Zhuang Hanxue. If he thinks about it, but Qiu Zheyan haven’t seen

him worry about seeing his parents in the past few days. He said he didn’t care

about it but this man can spend all his savings.

Although Zhuang Hanxue didn't

have much savings.

Zhuang Hanxue took out the

gifts he brought one by one.

He give Qiu Zheyan's father a

brand-name belt, Mother Qiu a set of fine porcelain tableware, and his sister a

skirt worth more than 3,000 yuan, looks decent enough.

Zhuang Hanxue said

triumphantly: "Not bad, right? I've been good at picking gifts

before."

Qiu Zheyan nodded and looked

at him with admiration.

Early the next morning, they

boarded a plane abroad.

Qiu Zheyan was so nervous that

he couldn't rest, but Zhuang Hanxue was asleep, without any anxiety.

They get off the plane and

take a taxi to the city.

Zhuang Hanxue saw the

Christmas decorations on the door from a distance: "It's really

interesting, my house did not celebrate foreign festival. But I used to find

these as reasons and call a group of friends to eat and drink together. All

festivals are almost the same."

They knock on the door.

After wait for a while,

someone open the door.

Zhuang Hanxue being fearless he

is, put a smile on his face, because the person here was Qiu Zheyan’s father.

He knew uncle was Italian, so he said hello in Italian: "buongiorno~"*

*Good morning~

***

Qiu Zheyan went to the kitchen

to help his mother cleaning up the leftovers, and heard the laughter of Zhuang

Hanxue and his sister.

Mother Qiu: "You are very

happy this time. It can't be seen that he is seven years older than you, and he

is also quite young. I like the way he eats. He make it look delicious and he

is not picky. The gesture of holding chopsticks, knives and fork are very

beautiful. The manner is very good."

Qiu Zheyan: "Really? He

told me that his parents didn't care about him since he was a child, and messed

up. When he lived with me, he only had more than five thousand dollars left.

Without me, he couldn't survive. "

Mother Qiu said with emotion:

"Your old problem again...I don't care about the relationship between you

young people."

The room before Qiu Zheyan

left home has been reserved for him by his family, and it has been cleaned.

The room is not big, but it is

very warm, with a single bed, a desk, a table, and a cabinet with textbooks,

CDs, figurines, and a guitar. It is a room for high school boy.

Zhuang Hanxue go up to the bed,

it was very soft, and immediately sank some, he asked, "Can I look

around?"

Qiu Zheyan said indifferently,

"Yes. I'll go to the bathroom."

When Qiu Zheyan returned from

the bathroom, he saw Zhuang Hanxue sitting cross-legged on the ground, with an

open cardboard box beside him. He realized what was in this box and was

startled: "What are you looking at?"

Zhuang Hanxue held up a

magazine with a half-dressed man on the cover: "Look at your yellow

book."

He sighed: "It's really

yellow books full of boys, there is no big breasted girl."

Qiu Zheyan blushed, took the

book with embarrassment, and sat down and said, "I told you that I have

always liked men. My parents also know it."

Zhuang Hanxue put his arm on

his shoulder: "Why are you blushing? But do you like this type of muscular

man? I don't have so many tough muscles."

Qiu Zheyan said directly,

"I like your type."

Zhuang Hanxue snatched the

book from him: "Let me see it again."

Seeing how excited he was, and

didn't reject him, he look again very curiously.

To compare it, it's probably

like looking at a kitten or a puppy.

Zhuang Hanxue looked at it and

said, "Do you and your parents spend Christmas together every year? Other

holidays are also spent with the whole family? They seem to be in a good

relationship."

Qiu Zheyan said, "Well, my

father loves my mother very much, but sometimes they did quarrels."

Zhuang Hanxue didn't look up,

and asked casually: "When you come out of closet, did they scold

you?"

Qiu Zheyan said: "It's

okay. My mother said that when I used the computer before, she found my

browsing history and waited for me to confess, so she accepted it. But told me

that I must be serious and if I am settled down, take people back and show it

to them."

Zhuang Hanxue said enviously,

"It's great. When my brother came out, my house was so chaotic. My mother

blamed my dad, and my dad blamed my mother. Because my brother had already ran

away at that time, and I was there, I was beaten up for nothing."

After a while, Zhuang Hanxue

said: "My family won't sit and eat together like that."

The room was heated and it was

very warm. Zhuang Hanxue only wore a thin open-neck sweater and jeans. One leg

was folded up. He squatted slightly and put his chin on his knees.

From Qiu Zheyan's perspective,

Zhuang Hanxue's figure appeared thin. When he lowered his eyelashes, he cast a

melancholy shadow, look inexplicably naive and inconsistent with his age.

Qiu Zheyan: "I will eat

with you."

Zhuang Hanxue turned his head

and smiled at him, throwing away the little yellow book: "Your little yellow

book is pretty boring, or am I better?"

Qiu Zheyan's heart jumped, and

when he saw Zhuang Hanxue leaning back, he open his collar and

swallowed. He just wanted to stretch out his hand, and Zhuang Hanxue

suddenly stood up again and said, "I want to look through your closet. Did

you put anything shameful?"

Qiu Zheyan felt guilty for a

while, and quickly thought about it, and said, "No. Look at it."

He did not find anything

dirty.

Zhuang Hanxue found a

basketball uniform: "I saw a picture of you playing basketball on the

photo wall of your house just now. You used to belong to the basketball

team?"

Qiu Zheyan nodded: "Yes.

But I played as a substitute, was on the bench until I was called. Later they

knew I was gay. Although they didn't say anything, I withdrew from the basketball

team in tenth grade."

Zhuang Hanxue suddenly began

to take off his clothes, completely stripped in front of him, and then put on

his high school basketball uniform: "It fit me well, right?"

Qiu Zheyan said, "It's

still a little bigger."

Zhuang Han asked: "Does

it look good?"

Qiu Zheyan sat next to bed,

took his hand, and drew people close: "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Zhuang Hanxue sat straddling

his lap, with the ambiguous light cover the contours of his face from behind,

his eyes seemed to be smiling and dreamy, and he asked softly: "Xiao Qiu,

when you were a teenager, have you ever secretly brought people back for the

night?"

Qiu Zheyan's heart was

pounding, his breathing seemed to become hot, he passively held Zhuang Hanxue's

waist.

"Zi--" He heard the

crack of his zipper being opened.

Only the cautious voices of

each other can be heard in the dark.

"Why don't you make a

sound?"

"Your parents are at

home. It would be too shameful if we were discovered."

"Haha... So you have

shame too?"

"...Even a person like me

would be ashamed."

Qiu Zheyan's heart as if it

returned to his teenage years, for the first time he liked someone passionately

without reservation, and he felt heartache.

Qiu Zheyan could not restrain

himself.

He felt like a high school

student who had just learned to love, lying to his parents and bring lover in

the room at night.

While kissing, he kept saying

"like" in his ear.

He didn't remember how many

times he did it, anyway, all the half-boxes in the cabinet were used up.

When Qiu Zheyan woke up, he

saw snow outside the window.

Zhuang Hanxue was sitting next

to the bed, naked, with his back facing him, crimson hickeys scattered on his

white back.

Qiu Zheyan became a little

embarrassed. He tossed Zhuang Hanxue too much yesterday. He sat up and saw

Zhuang Hanxue holding something.

"What are you looking

at..." Qiu Zheyan approached and was stunned when he saw that Zhuang

Hanxue was holding a photo.

It is a picture of him and his

ex-boyfriend.

__________________

The author has something to

say:

Xiao Zhuang did not give birth

to a child.

Alas, it’s better to write BG

(boys girls) when someone is chasing and scolding me. This book is not mpreg.

*** Please

comment if you read weird sounding sentences or misspelled words. Thank you

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