Chapter 135: Depressed Why Didn’t You Choose Me?

Walking on the path illuminated by the streetlights above, the air was filled with the fragrance of fresh earth.

The sound of insects chirping like an accompaniment drifted in the distance, the moon above head emitted a cold light, and the shadows of people cast on the ground were elongated.

Everyone was covered in mud and extremely tired, but as soon as the wind blew, they felt a different kind of satisfaction.

Zhu Yanshi's physical strength was not very good, which was caused by sitting in the office for a long time for many years. He followed the team at a slow pace, feeling the fresh air blowing from the countryside at night.

Yuan Qing also slowed down a few steps and followed Zhu Yanshi, looking up at the moon in the night sky like him.

"I heard the program is about to end and school is about to start. When are you planning to go back?"

Zhu Yanshi thought about it for a moment, and then he curled his lips slightly.

"Wait until the filming here is finished, maybe in two days..."

He wants to spend time with his grandma.

Yuan Qing nodded. He didn't say anything else, but just stood silently beside Zhu Yanshi. The two of them walked on the moonlight scattered on the ground and gradually approached the small wooden house not far away.

The lamp hanging from the eaves of the wooden house illuminated the figure of a man sitting on the steps in front.

Chen Shiyi lowered his head, holding something in his hand. When he heard the footsteps approaching, he slowly raised his head.

An exceptionally bright and brilliant smile bloomed on the face facing away from the light.

"Why is it so slow..."

He stood up and handed the ginger tea in his hand to Zhu Yan as he approached him.

"Hurry up and drink a few sips, then go take a shower."

"You guys wash first..."

Zhu Yanshi took the tea handed to him and took a sip. The hot steam hit his face, dispelling the chill that was spreading in his bones.

The wind at night was a little cold, and when it brushed past people, they couldn't help shivering.

Chen Shiyi didn't answer him, but put his hands on his shoulders, turned the boy's whole body around, and pushed him into the house.

"Go wash up quickly... If you keep putting it off, you'll catch a cold..."

He pushed the person into the bathroom without question.

"I haven't taken my pajamas yet..."

"I've already put it in there for you."

Chen Shiyi took the finished ginger tea from Zhu Yanshi's hand and closed the bathroom door.

The accommodation conditions in the mountains are not very good. There is only one bathroom and the water heater boils water very slowly. It takes two or three hours for everyone to take a shower.

Chen Shiyi was full of vigor and vitality and didn't feel that cold. He sat on the steps in front of the eaves, still holding a tree branch that he had picked up from somewhere, and writing casually on the ground.

Yuan Qing leaned against the door sill next to him, gazing at the distant sky.

"Your contract should be ending soon, right?"

Chen Shiyi sighed and nodded slightly.

"Three days left..."

"The show recording will end tomorrow."

"I used to feel like a month was so long. There was so much work piling up that I didn't feel time passing quickly..."

"I just realized it now." Chen Shiyi twitched the corner of his mouth, "It's not that time doesn't pass quickly, it's that I can't experience happiness when I'm working."

"Now that he's by my side, I feel like time is passing so quickly."

The dim light from the overhead lamp fell on the man's long eyelashes and slid down them.

The expression on Yuan Qing's face was not very good either.

He knew very well that if it were in the past, he might be extremely wary of Chen Shiyi, but now, he was more wary of the two in the school.

Since he was the first to break the balance, it was impossible for the other side to remain indifferent. When he returned to school, he would be fighting one against two and had no chance of winning.

“…You can go back to school.”

Yuan Qing's eyes fell on Chen Shiyi's face.

Chen Shiyi paused in his movement of randomly scratching the ground with the branch, thought for a moment, and suddenly raised his eyelids slightly.

“Although I have to run back and forth, it’s a good suggestion.”

He stood up, brushed off the mud on his butt, turned around, and just then Zhu Yanshi, who had just finished a quick shower, came out of the bathroom.

The boy was still steaming, his skin was fair, and he looked soft and cute in his pajamas.

"Go wash up quickly, don't catch a cold..."

Zhu Yanshi pointed in the direction of the bathroom, turned around, looked at Yuan Qing, and went into the next room.

Room allocation was already a big problem before, and now there are two more financial sponsors. Fu Qian'an agreed to stay in a hotel in town due to his mysophobia, but Yuan Qing was unwilling to leave.

Three people squeezed onto a small bed, and Zhu Yanshi was forced to lie across the middle, exposed to the heat from two large stoves next to them.

I wake up to the heat every day...

You think it's sweet, but he is the only one who knows the pain involved...

The relationship between boys is not like that between opposite sexes. Even if he knows that the other party likes him, he will not be so gentle and artificial as to say that we are not allowed to have physical contact and that it is impossible for us to sleep in the same bed.

It seems very pretentious.

We slept in the same bed together, but I felt like something was wrong with my body. It was awkward, super awkward.

Zhu Yanshi opened the window in the room so that he could see what was happening in the yard outside. He sat at the desk, wiping his hair with a towel while sending a message to Fu Qi'an.

Just when he had just taken a shower, he received a phone call from the other party, who roughly told him how much all the lotus roots were sold for and that he had already returned to the hotel.

Zhu Yanshi accepted the red envelope sent by the other party, and then forwarded it to the group that Chen Shiyi and the others were in, marking the harvest of the night and the weight of lotus roots.

A video call was soon sent from Fu Qi'an. The first thing that appeared in the video was a man's slender white neck, delicate collarbone and a small part of his chest that was barely visible.

The collar of the pajamas he was wearing was low, and he happened to be bending over to adjust his phone, so he could see everything inside through the drooping collar...

The muscular chest, abdominal muscles, and those two red spots...

Zhu Yanshi quickly looked away and licked his lips uncomfortably.

Could he reasonably suspect that the other party was seriously seducing him?

But he had no evidence...

He was afraid that the other party would think that his head was full of dirty trash.

Fu Qi'an quickly sat up straight in front of the camera, wearing a pair of silver-framed glasses on his nose. He looked gentle and elegant. He pushed the glasses on his nose.

"You should drink more hot water... I've been soaking in the pond all day today, and I'm feeling cold inside."

"You've worked so hard today. The young master with mysophobia is here to inspect, but you still have to help with the hard labor."

Zhu Yanshi teased, holding his chin with a bored expression on his face.

His fingers gently scratched the edge of the phone case standing on the table again and again.

The camera shook gently again and again.

Fu Qi'an chuckled, tilted his head and sat in the chair, staring quietly into Zhu Yanshi's eyes.

He didn't respond, but just stared at the person silently.

The two people's eyes met, and the surroundings became quiet. This video call inexplicably added a sense of atmosphere. The heartbeat gradually accelerated and began to beat faster and faster.

Zhu Yanshi grinned awkwardly: "Why are you staring at me..."

"Look at you more. I won't see you in school anymore."

Fu Qian'an laughed. When he laughed, the aggressive feeling he had just shown disappeared, and his whole body was covered with a layer of gentleness.

"Oh, no... Then you have to look at my face more often. You won't see it in school anymore..."

"Ah! I almost forgot you've graduated..."

There was a hint of surprise on Zhu Yanshi's face.

Fu Qi'an nodded and said, "I'll need your help in a while."

The man knew that too much is as bad as too little, and he couldn't keep pressing the issue, so he found a topic to dispel the ambiguity.

"What?"

Zhu Yanshi's slightly tense mood slowly relaxed. He blinked and shifted his gaze to the camera again.

"I have an art exhibition in a month... and I need your help again."

"Don't worry about the salary. I won't give you less than that kid..."

"This is my sincerity. Your work ability last time made me feel that you are very reliable."

Fu Qi'an blocked all of Zhu Yanshi's attempts to refuse and finally used his trump card.

"You know I'm a germaphobe. Only your scent doesn't disgust me..."

"Otherwise, I won't hold this exhibition."

Moral kidnapping.

Zhu Yanshi couldn't think of any reason to refuse. He stared at the other party for a long time before sighing and nodding.

"If that's what you're talking about, then I'm a rare talent, so I'll have to ask for a lot..."

"The best at killing the familiar."

Fu Qian'an nodded, not minding at all, spread out his hands and shrugged.

"It's up to you. I'm willing to be slaughtered by you."

After he finished speaking, he moved closer to the camera, and half of his clean and handsome face appeared in the camera.

The silhouette of long eyelashes forming a small section below the eyes.

"It's getting late, go to bed early."

"good evening."

Zhu Yanshi had not yet recovered from the other party's ambiguous words. He nodded slowly and hung up the phone. He saw his own face on the black screen.

“…”

Why do I feel like a shy little wife?

Zhu Yanshi raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks to relieve the heat spreading across his face, then he stood up and prepared to go back to bed.

The cool air from the standing air conditioner filled the room, dispelling the heat. After Zhu Yanshi closed the window, he turned around and saw two people standing by the door.

I don’t know how long they stood there, arms clasped together, with a variety of expressions on each other’s faces.

One was furious, the other was smiling, but that smile was terrifying...

"Brother is really popular."

Chen Shiyi spoke in a muffled voice, moved closer, took out the hair dryer like a bullied wife, and started to blow Zhu Yanshi's hair again.

The voice fell from above his head, constantly condemning Zhu Yanshi's conscience.

"What's so good about the guy surnamed Fu?"

"I think he has bad intentions... He's incredibly spoiled, with the bad temper of a nobleman..."

"The longer we get along, the harder it becomes to please..."

"You are young now, and this is the time to make money. People like him will slow down your sword-drawing speed..."

The sound was mixed with the whirring of the hair dryer, and it was intermittent. Zhu Yanshi could not hear it clearly and could only nod his head continuously to get past it.

After his hair was blown dry, Yuan Qing, who was lying on the bed, took over and began to chant scriptures like Tang Monk.

"Fu Qi'an is really not an easy person to get along with..."

"He's difficult to please. He has a weird temper, a bad personality, and a serious obsession with mysophobia. Going out with him makes me nervous..."

Zhu Yanshi was overwhelmed and covered his head with the quilt, curling up into a ball.

"I'm going to go to bed!"

His voice floated out in a muffled voice, and the nagging of the two people really stopped. They sighed at each other and said nothing more.

Zhu Yanshi fell asleep in a daze. Perhaps he was too tired today. He closed his eyes almost as soon as he touched the pillow and fell into a dream.

After he fell asleep, Yuan Qing, who was lying next to him, slowly sat up and pulled down the quilt covering the boy's head to ensure that he could breathe smoothly.

He leaned closer and gently rubbed Zhu Yanshi's cheek with his cheek, his eyes extremely lonely.

Why can't you choose me...