Chapter 32 I dare not let the sunset fall on the pink...

Today's sunset, bathed in pink clouds, was as beautiful as midsummer. If it weren't for the sudden rise of a cold wind, one would have almost forgotten it was the coldest winter day in Beijing.

Only after returning to the dormitory did Chen Song's stubborn body slowly bend. He propped himself up at the table, pressing his trembling hands against his aching heart, trying to control his disordered breathing to avoid a recurrence of the respiratory alkaloid poisoning he had suffered last time.

Chen Song took a long time to calm down. It was dusk, the sun was setting in the west, and his cell phone rang.

It’s Fu Weibo’s call.

Chen Song picked up the phone: "Hello."

Fu Weibo said, "Hey, Chen Song, where are you? I have something urgent to do here. I'll give you the application form. Can you submit it for me?"

Chen Song said: "Okay, I'm in the dormitory."

Fu Weibo: "Okay, I'll come find you."

Less than five minutes after hanging up the phone, Fu Weibo arrived at the door. He knocked on the door and said, "Chen Song, I'm here."

Chen Song opened the door for him, and Fu Weibo handed him the documents. "Thank you very much. We'll be colleagues from now on."

Chen Song paused, took the document without saying a word, and just raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Half an hour later, Yun Jingsheng called.

Chen Song picked up the phone: "Hello, Brother Jingsheng, have you arrived at school?"

Yun Jingsheng said, "Well, I'll wait for you in the cafe."

Chen Song said, "Fu Weibo has something urgent to do, I'll take him with me."

Yun Jingsheng: "Okay, come over here." He paused and said, "Have you had dinner yet? If not, shall we go to the cafeteria? Or should I take you out to eat?"

Chen Song had no appetite, but he didn't want to worry Yun Jingsheng: "I've already eaten. Let's just eat in the cafe."

Yun Jingsheng: "Okay."

Chen Song took out a large bag he had prepared in advance, folded the coats displayed in the closet and put them in it, then picked up two brown kraft paper file bags and went out.

There were not many people in the coffee shop, and Chen Song saw Yun Jingsheng waving at him through the glass window.

Chen Song raised his lips and smiled, then walked in and sat down.

Chen Song brought a fresh breath of cool air. Yun Jingsheng handed him a cup of hot milk. "I don't know what you like to drink, so I ordered a cup of hot milk for you. If you have trouble sleeping, it's better not to drink coffee at night. Drink a cup of hot milk to help you sleep."

Chen Song looked at the warm milk with a little foam floating on it. The milky aroma filled the air, and his heart warmed. He picked it up and took a sip. The warm liquid soothed his cold organs and made his frozen blood flow again.

"Thank you." Chen Song handed the bag to Yun Jingsheng, "And thank you for this dress, too."

Chen Song said with a wry smile: "Brother Jingsheng, you have helped me many times. There is nothing I can do to help you."

Yun Jingsheng smiled and said, "Yes, stay with me."

Chen Song was stunned for a moment, his eyes blank.

"I'm just teasing you. If you want to do something to repay me, just eat well and sleep well." Yun Jingsheng smiled softly, pulled the bag over, rummaged inside, and finally found the black leather bag in the inner pocket of his coat.

Yun Jingsheng didn't open it to check. He put the bag back, the smile on his face completely gone. After a moment of silence, he said, "You know everything, right?"

Chen Song felt inexplicably guilty. He wanted to drink milk to cover it up, but he didn't expect Yun Jingsheng to take the initiative.

Chen Song put down the cup, and the glass made a light "knock" sound. Chen Song took a deep breath and said without further explanation: "Yeah. Sorry."

After Yun Jingsheng put his bag away, he picked up his coffee again, took a sip, and put it down again. "I should be the one to apologize. I think this might scare you. This is unethical."

"I didn't..." Chen Song didn't know how to explain that he didn't feel disgusted. "I wasn't scared, I didn't feel anything. And you two are not related by blood."

Yun Jingsheng gripped his mug tightly, smiling with some difficulty: "But we are also brothers."

Chen Song held the milk, feeling the warmth flowing through his palms, and from there, warming his blood. Just like Yun Jingsheng, he always brought warmth to Chen Song.

Chen Song pondered for a long time before saying, "Brother Jingsheng, are you...still unable to let him go?"

Chen Song could sense that Yun Jingsheng had feelings for him, but it wasn't love. It was like being with someone: was it more important to like them or be compatible?

Yun Jingsheng and him must be suitable for each other, but their feelings for each other cannot reach the level of strong love.

Yun Jingsheng lowered his eyes and watched the bitter coffee swirling in the cup, without replying for a long time.

Chen Song regretted asking this question. It was too heavy a topic. Feeling overwhelmed, he pushed two folders next to him toward Yun Jingsheng: "Brother Jingsheng, these are the application forms for Fu Weibo and me."

"There's one more thing I want to tell you," Chen Song was silent for a moment, "After considering it, I've decided not to go to Ruoyang. I plan to return to South City."

Yun Jingsheng asked in surprise, "Why? Didn't you really want to study in Ruoyang? Why didn't you go suddenly? Did you fill out the application form?"

Chen Song said, "I didn't fill it out. I'm sorry I waited until now to tell you. It's a waste of a spot. If I gave it to someone else, you'd have to stay here longer, which would be inconvenient for you."

Yun Jingsheng said, "That's not the point. I never find you troublesome. Can you tell me why you rejected Ruoyang?"

Chen Song stroked his mug, looked up at Yun Jingsheng with bitter eyes and a faint smile: "Because, I don't want to stay here anymore."

Although Ruoyang Group is spread all over the country, the internship training location is still in Beijing.

Chen Song didn't want to stay here. He wanted to escape far away and bury all the painful memories in Beijing along with the winter snow.

A bitter feeling welled up in Yun Jingsheng's heart. "Since you've already made up your mind, I'm sure you won't change your mind no matter what I say."

"Actually, I don't support you going to Ruoyang," Yun Jingsheng said, putting down his mug. "The workload in Ruoyang is too intense, to the point of being pathological. It's going to wear on your body over the long term, and the medical staff working there are constantly falling ill. I'd like to improve the situation, but I can't do anything with my power."

"That's why I started my own business. It's been facing a major crisis lately, and I'm working with my partners to resolve it. Once I've resolved it, you can come if you're interested."

Yun Jingsheng paused, then smiled helplessly, "If you were in North City, you wouldn't want to come either. But you said you wanted to go back to South City. Does your school offer any internships?"

Chen Song said: "No."

Yun Jingsheng asked: "Where are you from in Nancheng?"

Chen Song said, "Wenzhou."

Yun Jingsheng said, "As for Vancouver, I have friends who can introduce you. Don't be so quick to reject me. This is just a friendship between friends. Think about it carefully."

Chen Song pondered for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll think about it carefully."

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The black and red Yamaha R1 is speeding across the track. The rider overtaking it is wearing a racing suit that matches the body of the machine. He is extremely domineering and the rider and the machine are one. The piercing roar of the transforming mecha rubbing and exploding is so deafening that it shakes the heavens and the earth and makes people shudder.

The rider controls the car and puts all the gravity on the right side. When he quickly descends the drift curve, the difference between him and the ground is very small. The thrilling high-speed drift requires extreme attention. In just a moment, the rider is thrown out of the track at high speed, rolls several times and falls to the ground, and the rider and the car are separated, just like a black and red mecha shattered on the ground.

The crowd in the stands exclaimed, causing a commotion. Cheng Song was the first to rush down the stands and run towards the rider.

Only Xie Yanchen calmly took off his sunglasses and sneered, "What are you yelling about? It's just a minor injury. If someone didn't know, they would think you were mourning for Young Master Gu."

The dangers and hardships he had faced in the army were beyond the imagination of these sycophantic fools. However, Gu Xingjue had loved racing since he was a child and rarely made such low-level mistakes, so this was a novelty.

In the lounge, Gu Xingjue took off his helmet and was drinking water with sweat all over his forehead.

Cheng Song took a towel and tried to wipe his sweat: "You really don't need to go to the hospital? I had an accident on a bend last time and sprained my ankle and was admitted to the hospital."

Gu Xingjue threw away the empty water bottle, glanced at Cheng Song, took the towel and wiped his sweat: "Is there?"

Cheng Song withdrew his hand awkwardly and sat down next to him. "Yes, you have a really bad memory, Jue. Just a week ago, we came to the racetrack and had a race. I wasn't driving well, and when you were overtaking on the curve, we accidentally collided."

Gu Xingjue paused as he was wiping his neck. This was indeed the case.

What made Gu Xingjue remember it was not this incident, but the phone call from Chen Song that night.

Although it was Cheng Song's fault, Cheng Song had just started racing and Gu Xingjue should have kept a distance from him when overtaking. It was his lack of consideration and he also had inherent responsibility for this accident.

That's why I agreed to Cheng Song's request and stayed with him in the hospital all night.

Who knew Chen Song would call and say he wanted to see him, and even said so bluntly that he liked him?

Xie Yanchen said that Chen Song was serious about him and that Chen Song loved him, but Gu Xingjue didn't take it seriously.

But when he heard Chen Song say it with his own ears, his heart stopped and his brain stopped thinking.

A powerful and complex emotion took over his body, forcing him to see Chen Song immediately.

But he had already promised Cheng Song, so the two of them agreed to settle for the next best thing and just talk on the phone all night to keep him company.

Gu Xingjue knew what Cheng Song was thinking. He acquiesced to Cheng Song because he wanted to piss him off. He wanted to punish Chen Song for always wanting to break up and leave, for being so stubborn no matter how many ways he offered him to back down. He even slapped him in the face for Yun Jingsheng.

That's why he didn't listen when Chen Song asked him to turn off the phone. He just wanted to see Chen Song's despair and collapse. That would be considered a successful punishment, that would make Chen Song obedient and beg him not to leave.

Doing it in this situation also gives you an unprecedented sense of excitement and stimulation.

There was also another reason, he wanted to know if he had to be with Chen Song.

The answer to this question gradually became clear when he saw Chen Song's pitiful appearance that night, but he still didn't dare to admit it, didn't dare to admit that he fell in love with Chen Song.

The word love is too heavy for him to bear.

"Why go to the hospital?" Xie Yanchen walked over leisurely, "You've lost your mind, Master Gu. You didn't even bother to support your beloved car after the fall. This is unprofessional."

"I say," Xie Yanchen dragged out his lazy tone, leaning over and putting his hand on Gu Xingjue's shoulder, "You are really falling for Chen Song, right? You are really in love with him."

Gu Xingjue lowered his eyes, sweat slid down his thick and long eyelashes and burned the palm of his hand. His heart tightened, and he opened his mouth stiffly, but no words came out.

Xie Yanchen tilted his head and gave Cheng Song a meaningful look, then said with a smile, "It's just that you should be able to tell which Chen Song it is, right?"

Cheng Song held a breath in his chest and smiled a little forcedly: "Yanchen, stop joking. I'm not the only one standing next to Ajue now. That Chen Song is worlds apart from Ajue. They are not from the same world at all. Ajue should be standing next to someone who is worthy of him."

Xie Yanchen just smiled and said nothing.

Again, again, these words, we're not from the same world. Chen Song said the same thing. Gu Xing's restlessness intensified. His brows furrowed, and he said in a deep voice, "You should have seen what he and I did that night. Do you really need to tell me who should stand next to me?"

"Ah," Xie Yanchen pretended to be ignorant and shy, but his tone was very frivolous, "What did you secretly do with me? It's so hard to guess, why don't you be more specific."

Gu Xingjue glared at him, and Xie Yanchen smiled happily.

Cheng Song's throat tightened, fear and unwillingness surged in his heart. He couldn't believe it: "Ajue, then why did you kiss me? I don't care about the flowers and plants around you before. As long as you have your heart in me, that's enough. I can wait for you to slowly change your mind."

Gu Xingjue frowned: "Kiss you? When?"

Cheng Song's heart felt bitter, like a lemon. Gu Xingjue's words were like a twist, squeezing out a scalding acid that burned his heart and lungs. He felt deeply lost, like the once vibrant flowers now ravaged by the wind and rain.

Cheng Song suddenly understood what Chen Song said, that Gu Xingjue had never cared about him at all.

But he still insisted, "That night we had dinner in the small western-style building, and we kissed in the corridor on the first floor of the restaurant where there were few people."

Gu Xingjue paused, then he remembered.

That night, he saw Chen Song outside the door through the moonlight.