Chapter 51 "The Deliveryman" [Second Update] "Let me touch you."...

["Congratulations, host, on restoring your health. You have now obtained a special Humanitarian Reward Card—'How to Draw and Use the Heavenly Official Summoning Marshal Talisman.'"]

[Function: Commander Wang is in charge of the stars in the upper realm. If a person is afflicted by an inauspicious star, he can summon him to dispel it.]

["Spell: Same as above."]

For Jian Dieda, trapped in the garbage dump, this was his only way to survive. Gritting his teeth, he used his skill cards, made hand seals, stepped on the Dipper, and chanted a mantra, forming a yellow character spell in the player's palm.

Perhaps out of resentment, rain began to fall at the fire site. Just as the workers by the garbage heap were about to complain, they heard cries for help coming from inside.

"--ah!"

Upon seeing a glowing humanoid figure inside the bag, the tall, thin workers were terrified and fled.

These materialists have been terrified by the supernatural.

After struggling to save himself, Jian Dieda climbed out of the fire that had almost ruined his game. He tried to call Zhang Mei or his stepfather for help, thinking that his mother would come to his rescue no matter what. But this time, Zhong Yinghuai and Jian Dieda's fates intersected again, and a tall, thin figure appeared in the distance.

"Ninth Brother!"

The young boy, covered in dirt, was stunned. He never expected that Zhong Yinghuai would appear here with the cat from Fu'an Community. For a moment, all he felt was a tightness in his throat and the rain that welled up in his eyes.

With a thud, Jian Dieda collapsed to the ground. Zhong Yinghuai was shocked to see him in such a state after delivering takeout. Zhong Yinghuai's heartbeat never stabilized afterward, and he didn't even dare to ask what had happened that afternoon.

And just like that, the two of them, who had just saved Xiangxiang, ended up in the hospital again today.

Originally intending to contact Zhang Mei and her stepfather, Zhong Yinghuai received an unexpected answer when he called them about the matter.

Neither of them wanted to come.

The reason given was that the eldest daughter did not come home that night.

Even Zhang Mei, Jian's mother, said, "When Jian was little, he was a boy. He was often careless and didn't listen to adults, so he had to suffer a bit."

Zhong Yinghuai was so angry that he cursed, "His skin is rotten and that's not suffering? He has no school and no food and that's not suffering? I think having you as his mother is the biggest suffering for him! Jian Xiaoshi is very good! There are plenty of people in the world who love him!"

The red rain from the sky was nothing compared to this. The stepfather and Zhang Mei looked at each other, their hearts filled with shock and worry for their eldest daughter. With the house in such a mess, it was a good thing that someone was taking care of Jian Xiaoshi's life or death, but they were also put in an awkward position by Zhong Yinghuai.

Zhang Mei stammered, "Boss Zhong, I didn't mean that. Once we find his sister, his father and I... we'll go to the hospital to see him. The medical expenses will be..."

Not wanting to say another word, Zhong Yinghuai slammed down the phone.

The lobby was spacious, but there were only five or six patients' family members, most of whom were couples. Zhong Yinghuai, a big man, had just been holding another boy, which startled the hospital staff.

Zhong Yinghuai took the person into the emergency room and completed the ward procedures. At this moment, he was not so keen on finding a place to eat, nor did he want to leave in peace. He decided to check on Jian Xiaoshi.

Upon opening the door and seeing the person, Zhong Yinghuai's previously out-of-control rationality seemed to gradually return.

Recalling his own words, Zhong Yinghuai's ears were still burning with anger, but he quickly looked at Jian Dieda with a much gentler gaze.

In the past, I would reach out and touch that youthful, dark skin. When Jian Dieda was asleep, he looked so fragile, and his protruding shoulder blades made me want to lean down and kiss him.

Zhong Yinghuai, who had been holding his hand to the side with focused eyes, immediately removed it. After thinking for a moment, he decided to write a note to take Jian Dieda back overnight and take care of him personally.

When he woke up again, everything had changed. The only thing that hadn't changed was that Jian Dieda had returned to the noodle shop at mission location two.

I spent half the day in bed thinking, not knowing whether to sleep or not.

Jian Dieda felt as if the garbage was still pressing down on him, the murderer was still staring at him from the window, and even the incense that 107 used to worship, which has now been destroyed, lingered in his mind.

He admitted that once bitten by a snake, twice shy.

I've heard that many families who have been burgled develop PTSD, constantly feeling like their belongings have been ransacked after the crime. This is a form of psychological suggestion that is difficult to cure and can significantly impact daily life.

Having trusted companions who provide a sense of security day and night is, according to psychologists, the only solution.

Of course, there is another way: to wake up from the endless dream by oneself. Today, Jian Dieda worked hard to escape the dream and waited for the small light of a noodle shop to be lit in reality.

With red eyes, Jian Dieda sat up and called out to the doorway, "Ninth Brother? Did I shout in my sleep and disturb you?"

As soon as Zhong Yinghuai turned on the switch without making a sound, Jian Dieda immediately ran over and hugged the man's waist. He looked like he had found his guardian angel, and his fingers were covered in sweat.

Zhong Yinghuai was taken aback. His face flushed suspiciously, but his tone was quite gentle as he began to comfort Jian Dieda.

"You didn't disturb me, don't be afraid, okay, you're not having nightmares anymore. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. I... I'll hug you, okay?"

Zhong Yinghuai was very tall and thin. Even with his head slightly lowered, he was a head longer than Jian Dieda. He wrapped his arms around Jian Dieda completely, but Jian Dieda didn't let go. After a while, Zhong Yinghuai finally put his arm around the young employee in his arms, and the two went back to a room together.

The atmosphere here returned to what it was like at the hospital during the day.

Even after closing the door, Zhong Yinghuai's mind was still in turmoil, filled with the lingering fear of finding Jian Xiaoshi under the garbage truck. He had almost cried when he carried her out.

If he hadn't truly fallen in love, he wouldn't have changed his mind. He had always firmly believed that the harmony of yin and yang was the right way, and that a man and a woman, even if they just made do, could still reproduce and not die out.

Men are really not the same as men. If a noodle shop owner and a boy more than ten years younger than him were to have a homosexual relationship, he would be cursed and condemned as a gay man. It's a path that most people wouldn't take.

...But must the road be followed exactly as people imagine it to be?

With his back teeth clenched tightly and one eye hidden by his bangs, Zhong Yinghuai lowered his head and bit his knuckles. His unusually handsome eyes were upturned, and he was very affectionate.

He tentatively made eye contact with Jane.

Jane Diedda is also waiting.

Zhong Yinghuai moved closer as if possessed, his mouth involuntarily becoming parched: "Jian Xiaoshi, if I told you that there's someone in the world who has fallen in love with you, and he's a man, just like you—"

A thunderclap struck, and the two stared at each other in shock. Suddenly, one of them, seemingly overcome with heat, parted his lips, and they began to seduce each other on the bed.

Before the kiss faded from clear consciousness, no one could say for sure when the impulse had sown the seeds of disaster, but the kiss tasted absolutely wonderful.

With the smell of dinner still lingering on his lips, Zhong Yinghuai really didn't want to pretend to be a saint anymore. He faced his conscience, knelt down in front of Xiao Heipi, and grasped the other's hands on his knees.

"...Do you want to like me? Like you told your parents, come live with me, and I'll love you for the rest of my life, okay?"

Jane Dieda shuddered.

He initiated the hug, but the atmosphere felt off.

The first rule of staying up all night is that turning an infinite flow story into a romance anime is brain-dead.

Pretending to be a turtle is undignified, so Jian Dieda, feeling guilty, decided to flirt with NPC Zhong to dilute the danger of things escalating. Jian Dieda mustered his courage and said, "Ninth Brother, do you mean you want to lie down and let me sleep with you?"

Zhong Yinghuai: "..."

Boss Zhong resisted the urge to raise his hand and give the brat a good whack on the head.

I've already confessed my feelings?

Are you pretending to be stupid?

Lonely and ordinary as he was, he ran a small noodle shop and mingled in the streets. Everyone called him Ninth Brother, but in the end, he was just an ordinary person who was neither high nor low.

Without Jian Xiaoshi's spark, the cold water in his life would never have boiled. He had to hold onto her tightly, fill her chest, like the last bowl of water before boiling noodles, to finalize their relationship.

Well, then we'll have to get serious.

Zhong Yinghuai's eyes lit up with another surge of desire.

Jian Dieda had to tell the truth, "Ninth Brother, don't look at me with that look of liking. I'm scared and shy. Aren't you the one who loves money the most?"

Zhong Yinghuai loves money. When he has no savings in his bank account and the store can't pay wages, he feels like the sky is falling. But how could he have imagined that his sky would fall first when someone was almost in trouble?

“Well, so you’ve turned me from a miser into a gay man,” Zhong Yinghuai gritted his teeth and locked the outer door. The handsome, fair-skinned thirty-year-old man returned to his original position and kissed Jian Dieda on the lips. His satisfied voice carried an impolite cunning, “But when we’re together, you have to call me husband, otherwise husband will deduct your salary.”

Jane Diedda: "..."

The idea that a gay man was "taken advantage of" sounds like a mere excuse. Besides, what ordinary person would use something like that for negotiation? Typical capitalist, he's backed down...

There are signs that Jan Diedda is starting to soften his stance.

The next second, Ying Huai hurriedly kissed Jian Dieda's lips, and the two continued to kiss each other, exchanging hot saliva. Unable to contain himself, Zhong Ying Huai took off his clothes with great enthusiasm, making vows as he hugged his loved one on the bed.

"Everyone says I like money, but even if God gave me a million, I wouldn't trade my Jian Xiao for it. You are my treasure, my life, my most precious and rare possession."

"..."

Jane remained silent.

Lifting the blanket, Zhong Yinghuai licked his lips, intensifying the seduction between the two men: "Ninth Brother's face is still handsome, right? Want to touch it? Go ahead, you can touch any part of my body, anywhere is fine."

The blushing employee, Jane, was speechless.

He used to be a human being.

Now it's just a mouthful of freshly made noodles cooked by Chef Zhong.

The system sent him into reincarnation, to three worlds, to experience different nightmares and beautiful dreams. Now that he has found the person he loves, he will feel happy, but this happiness is destined to be short-lived.

Zhong Yinghuai was unaware that he had wholeheartedly told Jian Dieda:

“I’m serious, Jian Xiaoshi, believe me. Even if the noodle shop closes down one day, I won’t let you live a hard life forever. I will earn ten, a hundred, a million dollars on my own to give you happiness and keep you safe.”

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Author's note: Hey~