Chapter 29 Concert

Time will not stop because of Wang Yan's prayers.

He eventually arrived at the concert venue.

Wang Yan took a deep breath before mustering the courage to take Su Yueming's hand and slowly walk inside.

Su Yueming keenly sensed his unease, but he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Su Yueming had no choice but to stop. When Wang Yan noticed that he had stopped, he patiently turned his head to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I sense you're not in a good mood. Did something happen?" Su Yueming asked earnestly.

The corridor lights shone on Wang Yan's pale face, and he forced a bitter smile. "No, let's go in."

"good."

If listening to Wang Yan could improve his mood, Su Yueming would be more than willing to do it.

They arrived at just the right time, without any waiting, and went straight into the concert hall.

According to the seat number on the ticket, Wang Yan led Su Yueming to sit down in the last row near the exit.

It's an excellent position whether you're trying to escape or shout for help.

The bright lights suddenly dimmed, and the curtain rose on the stage in front.

"here we go."

Wang Yanchao and Su Yueming gave a heads-up, and the next second, melodious music filled their ears.

They gazed ahead, each lost in their own thoughts. Wang Yan's mind was elsewhere, while Su Yueming's was entirely focused on Wang Yan.

Su Yueming imagined Wang Yan's expression at this moment, whether he was engrossed in the moment, and whether there was a smile on his lips.

Imagine Wang Yan's smile, is it the same as he remembers?

Wang Yan was in great turmoil, torn between the thought of giving up the test and the thought of continuing it.

Before any of those thoughts could even take hold, the phone in my pocket vibrated precisely on time.

The words rang in Wang Yan's ears like a death knell, and he swallowed hard twice.

"I'm going out to take this call," Wang Yan said quietly to Su Yueming, turning his head slightly.

Su Yueming disliked Wang Yan answering the phone because it took up the time Wang Yan would spend with him.

But if he doesn't let Wang Yan answer the phone, it would make him seem petty.

Su Yueming could only pretend to be magnanimous and say, "Okay."

Seeing how readily he agreed, Wang Yan's eyes darkened. "I'll be back soon."

Su Yueming nodded, indicating that he had heard.

Wang Yan's chest heaved slightly as he turned and walked out of the concert hall.

As I pushed open the door and stepped outside, the music in my ears was suddenly cut off.

Wang Yan lowered his head, took out his phone, and raised his hand to turn off the noisy alarm clock.

His hands and feet felt as if they were immersed in ice water, and he couldn't help but imagine scenes inside the concert hall.

Has Su Yueming already started calling for help? Has he already started calling him a pervert?

Wang Yan felt he could smell blood; he seemed to see his own defeat.

Every minute and every second felt like a snail's crawl; it was only fifteen minutes, but Wang Yan felt as if he had lived half a lifetime.

He walked unsteadily back into the concert hall.

The melodious music flowed into his ears again, and there was no commotion in the concert hall.

Everything was exactly the same as when he left.

Wang Yan subconsciously looked at Su Yueming and saw him sitting there properly.

Darkness enveloped him, while the stage lights illuminated his earnest face.

Wang Yan felt as if a part of his heart had collapsed.

It turned into a pool of spring water.

At that moment, he realized that Su Yueming really did have Shermod syndrome, and had developed a dependence on him, as well as "love".

Otherwise, why wouldn't a normal person run away or call for help?

Lifting his feet, Wang Yan sat back down next to Su Yueming.

Why are you only getting back now?

Su Yueming turned his head to look at Wang Yan, somewhat displeased. What kind of phone call took so long?

"Because it's a work-related matter."

"Was that your colleague who called you?" Su Yueming continued to press for details.

Wang Yan couldn't come up with anything, so he simply hummed in agreement.

"Now is your rest time. Don't answer their calls again next time." Su Yueming's tone was somewhat harsh, carrying a commanding tone.

Su Yueming took this as a date, and that their time alone shouldn't be disturbed by others.

Although Wang Yan was somewhat surprised by Su Yueming's firmness, he still nodded, "I'll try my best."

Su Yueming didn't like hearing the word "try his best."

It means that you might answer the phone again next time.

Su Yueming frowned unhappily; he was actually a person who would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

The only thing Su Yueming chose to compromise on was his feelings for Wang Yan.

At first, he just wanted to know his name and was content to have a few words with him.

Perhaps liking someone makes you cautious and timid.

Now that Wang Yan is right beside him, able to talk to him anytime, anywhere, he's starting to want more. He wants Wang Yan to love him wholeheartedly, and he wants Wang Yan's world to consist only of him.

To reach his destination, Su Yueming groped and took Wang Yan's hand, which was resting on his knee.

He intertwined his fingers with Wang Yan's, their palms pressed together. "I like being with you, so I don't want to be disturbed by anyone."

Wang Yan couldn't refuse Su Yueming, and he couldn't refuse what Su Yueming said.

"I understand," Wang Yan promised Su Yueming. "I won't answer their calls next time."

"Keep your word."

"OK."

Wang Yan hasn't cried in a long time. He didn't cry when he was most tired, and he didn't cry when he was in the most pain.

At this moment, however, I felt an urge to cry.

He finally got to know that Su Yueming loved him, and even if it was just an illness, that was enough.

Tears welled up in his eyes, blurring the stage image; he would gladly die even now.

As the curtain fell on the stage and the lights above came on, the tears in my eyes disappeared.

"It's over, let's go."

Wang Yan took Su Yueming's hand and got up to leave the audience.

When I stepped out of the concert hall, it was already dark outside.

The full moon hangs high in the night sky, casting its hazy afterglow upon the earth with all its might.

Instead of rushing home, Wang Yan and Wang Yan strolled together under the moonlight.

This was a rare moment of tranquility for Wang Yan.

This also applies to Su Yueming.

Su Yueming was traumatized when his parents divorced when he was young, without telling him. Witnessing his father with other lovers caused him indelible pain.

Since becoming an adult, Su Yueming has rarely gone home.

Because every time he enters the old house, he is reminded of his vulnerable and painful self standing outside the door back then.

He could not forgive himself for not telling his mother after he discovered that incident.

He kept this secret to himself and carefully maintained harmony in the family.

Then one day, my father remarried and married that woman.

His mother told him that she had actually divorced his father long ago.

Su Yueming forgot how he felt at the time, and only hoped that the comet would hit the Earth immediately.