Editor: merahmapple 🍁
Even if the feet were used to think, one would know that this was not a good time for greetings. He Ziming and Qu Zhengyan faltered at Xiao Xia’s innocent questions, and they escaped to their rooms, leaving enough space and time for the two passionate men to stop fighting and clean the battlefield.
During the subsequent dark hours before dawn, who was left haunted, who was left suffering, who was left staring at the roof blankly for a long time before sinking into a silent dream with a sigh…only they would know themselves.
The next day, the sun shone in from the wide terrace, encompassing the kitchen and half of the living room. Xiao Xia, barefoot and yawning, wandered into the kitchen when He Ziming was eating breakfast quietly.
“Isn’t today a holiday? Why did you get up so early?” Xiao Xia asked, sitting opposite him, his chin in his hand, still looking a little sleepy.
He Ziming tilted his head towards the wall clock, silent.
Xiao Xia looked at him for a long time before he reacted again. He turned his head and said, “Eh, how can it be almost noon? I haven’t been sleeping for long!” He looked at the fragrant and delicious black pepper minced meat and onion pancakes on He Ziming’s plate. He couldn’t help drooling. “Ming, I want to eat it too…”
He Ziming ignored him.
Xiao Xia peeped at him, scratched his scalp, and asked carefully, “Ming? Why do you look a little angry?”
He Ziming rolled his eyes and asked coldly, “Why did you come down?”
Xiao Xia opened his mouth and suddenly said, “Right. Han Xunbo asked me to come down and get water for him…” The man he was talking about had already appeared at the kitchen door, throwing something at him. Xiao Xia hurriedly caught it. It turned out to be a pair of socks.
Han Xunbo walked to the kitchen table to pour water for himself and said lazily, “The next time I catch you without socks on, I’ll break your foot bone.”
Xiao Xia giggled and placed his feet up on the chair to put on socks.
Han Xunbo also noticed He Ziming’s breakfast. He lifted the lid of the pan, opened the microwave oven and oven, he looked everywhere but found nothing. He couldn’t help but laugh. “Xia Xiaodai said you would be angry. It seems that you are? Well, sooner or later this kind of thing will be exposed. It’s better to know it earlier than later. ”
He Ziming sighed slightly and leaned back in his chair. He said, “I’m not angry because he will know that I like the same sex.” He paused as if in a daze. A wry smile appeared. “He knew I was gay since the start.”
“What?” Xiao Xia’s eyes widened. Even Han Xunbo’s eyes shone.
He Ziming stuttered. “When I was in high school, I’d already told him…”
Xiao Xia didn’t understand. “So, what are you afraid of?”
Qu Zhengyan knew that He Ziming liked boys when he was in high school.
Well, He Ziming’s first confession was towards Qu Zhengyan.
At that time, Qu Zhengyan was still immature and he had not realized what his feelings towards Du Yongjin meant. Coupled with the events that had happened previously, Qu Zhengyan did not consider the confession seriously and got angry at Du Yongjin instead.
Both of them were attending different high schools and lived far away from each other. The separation made the two of them couldn’t get along with each other as well as before. There were fewer opportunities for them to hang out together. Most of the time, they didn’t even know what the other was doing.
Qu Zhengyan had always known that He Ziming had some friends from other schools and districts that he didn’t know about… They did not have an exact circle of friends.
Qu Zhengyan also had some peers that he met in the Children’s Palace and some children he met at his grandparents’ home during the holidays, but the one he was the closest to was still Xiao Jin. No doubt about that.
Every night after they finished their homework, the two children would talk on the phone about what they did during the day.
On weekends and holidays, they often agreed to play together. Qu Zhengyan preferred being quiet but Du Yongjin liked being active. Hence, they played a finger-guessing game to decide whether to play outside or at home.
The first year of high school was basically like this.
From the second year of high school, their situation gradually changed. Qu Zhengyan started to focus more during lessons, while Du Yongjin spent more time outside playing.
Unlike her previous experiences during junior high school, in the senior year of No.19 High School, Wang Bailu was the person of the hour. With brains and first-class academic performance, she was very popular among teachers. Her outstanding appearance, cheerful and generous personality left her very popular with male students. Her sincerity and considerate actions also touched the female students, letting them have good wills towards her.
Most importantly, right after entering high school, her leadership skills and influences were fully displayed. Because of her good grades, as soon as she entered high school, she became the class monitor and stood out from the rest of the students.
Just when everyone thought that she would encounter inevitable rejection and defeat, and finally learning to become demure… The class she was in gradually emerged as a class one would take note of.
The winning class during the sports meet. It could be counted as a coincidence.
The students form groups on their own and had a sudden boil in their blood right?
To one’s surprise, the whole class supported someone to sign up for the youth speech contest in the city. There was no other place to release their enthusiasm!
The person who was the first in the final exams… likely a coincidence?
In a word, as a sophomore, Wang Bailu became the president of the student union. When the classes got re-arranged, she and Qu Zhengyan became classmates. Both of them naturally got to know one another. They both came from the same junior high school and had a good impression of each other, their relationship was better without Du Yongjin blocking in the middle of them.
At first, Qu Zhengyan was still a little nervous and afraid of her taking revenge on him. However, Wang Bailu seemed to have completely forgotten that. Only once, she seemed to have unintentionally said to Qu Zhengyan, “There are many hardships in life. Treat them as a test to oneself. With every experience, one gains self-confidence and courage.”
Qu Zhengyan changed his impression of the girl. Because of that, he respected her more and started to value her opinions.
One early morning, Mrs Qu asked Qu Zhengyan which university he intended to go to. If he went to his brother’s university, it would be more relaxing. If he wanted to study in China and hoped to get into a good university, it would mean he had to work harder than ever.
Quzhengyan turned to ask Du Yongjin. Du Yongjin said he wanted to go to Beijing Film Academy. The good universities in Beijing… Qu Zengyan hesitated for a while. He had to grit his teeth and be ready to work hard.
In the coming future, the names of Qu Zhengyan and Wang Bailu became excellent role models noted by the teachers of No.19 High School. They believed that no matter what profession they both chose, they would only become successful.
At that time, they also brought a positive spirit to the dreary No. 19 High School. To be honest, Qu Zhengyan was not a hardworking child. He just had more choices and his family didn’t have high requirements for him.
In such a situation, choosing to go to a university in Beijing for the sake of Du Yongjin was the biggest pressure he placed upon himself. But after being influenced by the hardworking atmosphere and environment, like a stone being carried by the flood, he could only unconsciously begin to trot forward.
Compared with Qu Zhengyan and his circle of classmates and friends, Du Yongjin’s life took a different route. He was still Mdm Du’s capital to show off to the whole world. He was still the proud son of President Du.
To prepare for the film academy, he also began to take some professional training courses. His dressing became more fashionable. His circle of acquaintances too became wider. Whenever Qu Zhengyan called him at night, the surrounding noises around Du Yongjin were rather noisy.
At first, Qu Zhengyan didn’t think too much about it. He and Xiao Jin had no differences in how they got along.
However, in the second semester of senior high school, Qu Zhengyan gradually became unused to it. Xiao Jin started bringing him to play in game rooms, billiards rooms, music skating rink, club, and other places.
It wasn’t that he disliked playing. He was also a teenager. He needed to relax after the heavy studying.
But the problem laid in the extent of the phrase “unwilling to part”.
Xiao Jin would easily become engrossed with the games. For example, on Saturday night, they would go to the club to dance. Xiao Jin would play from seven o’clock to two or three o’clock in the morning.
In all fairness, Du Yongjin was very suitable for this kind of place. He was very good at playing anything. Such a handsome young man with bright eyes and high spirits was very attractive. Many people came and chatted with him – men and women. Some, Xiao Jin knew. Others, they were strangers to him.
These people often pushed away the humble Qu Zhengyan into one corner from the center of the crowd.
Even if he was angry, Qu Zhengyan became a little depressed when it occurred to him too many times.
Du Yongjin didn’t realize the ups and downs of his friend’s mentality.
He liked to play, he liked the bustle around him, and even liked Qu Zhengyan being beside him as if with having him there, his happiness could be multiplied.
Although they could not meet every day, as long as he called, Qu Zhengyan would come.
Qu Zhengyan often stayed over in his house on weekends. Daily phone calls were usual. Du Yongjin felt that this person nag him quite a bit and a little dull. But as long as he was there, Du Yongjin felt very comfortable in his heart.
The proud Du Yongjin and calm Qu Zhengyan were still a little muddleheaded at this time. Regarding their volatile emotions, they had not understood nor seized upon these feelings in their hearts.
Given enough time to accompany each other steadily, the truth could naturally be revealed.
But, there can never be too many ifs in this world.