Chapter 18

Two days of waking up early had worn down the two of them. That night, Yan Yuheng righteously rejected all of Wen Xian's subsequent invitations and told them to go have fun on their own. He needed to rest in the hotel, chattering non-stop on his phone, "Please, big brother. It's a vacation. I booked a resort hotel. I just want to lie down and rest. I really don't want to go out... You and your girlfriend can go and have fun together. Xiao Sen and I will stay in the hotel for a few days... Please let us go!"

Mo Yousen was trying to suppress his laughter, his face twisting and twitching. Yan Yuheng held the phone and glanced at the trembling piglet beside him. "Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. Xiaosen and I are going to rest first."

Yan Yuheng hung up the phone and threw it onto the sofa. He sat down on Mo Yousen's lap, put his hands on Mo Yousen's shoulders and faced him. "Why are you smiling so happily, little pig?"

Mo Yousen finally laughed out loud and pinched Yan Yuheng's waist, "Hahahahahaha, Brother Wen Xian must be speechless with you."

Yan Yuheng twisted his butt and shook his head, "No, he is a very tolerant man." Then he pulled Mo Yousen back to the room, "Let's go to bed, I'm really tired."

The two of them stayed in the hotel for five days, their daily activities confined to the hotel, occasionally going to the private beach to play in the sand and swimming in the room's pool. They watched every kind of movie and TV show, both good and bad, from ancient and modern times, and Yan Yuheng would write a review after each one and post it in the group. Zhang Qianyi and Jiang Ting, seeing that their persuasion was ineffective, automatically ignored all of Yan Yuheng's messages.

The night before Mo Yousen returned to China, he lay on the bed and mysteriously handed Yan Yuheng a small box tied with a bow.

Yan Yuheng hugged Mo Yousen and shook the box. The items inside collided with the paper box, making a "clang clang" sound. "What is this? It's so small."

Mo Yousen hugged Yan Yuheng tightly, resting his head on Yan Yuheng's collarbone. "The 11th is your birthday, but I'm in China and can't celebrate it with you. This is the first time we haven't celebrated our birthdays together, so I wanted to celebrate it for you in advance." Mo Yousen held Yan Yuheng's hand, untied the bow, and opened the box. "This is a birthday present for you. See if you like it."

Yan Yuheng pinched out the key from inside with two fingers, his heart stirring with undercurrents, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Why did you give me a car?" A Land Rover car key was being played with in Yan Yuheng's hand.

Mo Yousen said, "You were not in the country when I bought it, so I secretly asked Uncle Yan Yuan to handle the paperwork. When you return, you can transfer it to your name. I didn't use the card my parents gave me. I bought it with my own pocket money and New Year's money. I can't be there for your 19th birthday, so let my gift accompany you."

Yan Yuheng placed a gentle kiss on Mo Yousen's forehead, "Senbao, dear, I like whatever you give me. Today is my birthday, and it doesn't matter if it's the 11th." Yan Yuheng clutched the car keys in his hand, closed his eyes, and pressed his forehead against Mo Yousen's forehead, his voice filled with tenderness and tenderness, "Senbao will be eighteen next year. How about I buy you an apartment as a coming-of-age gift? We'll live there together, forever."

Mo Yousen smiled sweetly and nodded vigorously, “Okay, we won’t separate.”

Wen Xian drove Mo Yousen to the airport. When they parted ways, Mo Yousen kept looking back at Yan Yuheng. Yan Yuheng pointed at the phone in his hand and waved at Mo Yousen, "Xiao Sen, be careful on the road! Contact me more often when you have time!"

Mo Yousen gripped the backpack strap on his shoulder, turned his back to Yan Yuheng, wiped away his tears, and left the country where he was.

"Son, now that you're back, you must study hard in school and take your IELTS classes seriously." Tang Miao rubbed Mo Yousen's head and said softly, "Next year you can go to study in Country M with Xiao Yan. When the time comes, Mom will buy a house near NYU and bring your Aunt Manman to live there when she's free."

Mo Yousen lay on the bed and said obediently: "Okay, Mom, I will listen to you the most."

Tang Miao arched his brows, feeling very happy. "You have always listened to Xiao Yan since you were a child. Go to bed early. Don't stay up late."

Tang Miao got up and left Mo Yousen's room and turned off the lights in the room. The huge room instantly fell into darkness, and endless emptiness enveloped Mo Yousen's body and mind.

Yan Yuheng, I miss you so much.

Mo Yousen took out his cell phone from under the pillow and opened Yan Yuheng's chat box.

Mo Yousen: [Brother Heng, what are you doing? ]

Yan Yuheng replied almost instantly, and I received a reply right after sending the message.

Yan Yuheng: [I'm in class, what's wrong? ]

Mo Yousen: [When will you come back next time? ]

Yan Yuheng: [How about Christmas? I'll come back and spend the holiday with you.]

Mo Yousen: [Okay, what are you going to do after class? ]

Yan Yuheng: [Wen Xian and I are just starting our company, so we have a lot to do. I'll take care of some company matters later.]

Mo Yousen: [Okay, then I'll go to bed first.]

Yan Yuheng: [Go to bed early, good night, Senbao]

Mo Yousen: Good night

Mo Yousen put down his phone and began to recall every little detail of his time with Yan Yuheng. Yan Yuheng always liked to tease him, Yan Yuheng always liked to make inappropriate jokes with him, Yan Yuheng would also dress him in clothes, socks and shoes, Yan Yuheng would help him pick out all the carrots he didn't like to eat, Yan Yuheng liked to stick to him like conjoined twins, Yan Yuheng's chest muscles were firm, Yan Yuheng's fingers were slender and clean, Yan Yuheng's abdominal muscles were well-trained, Yan Yuheng's face was also very handsome, Yan Yuheng told him, we will never be separated...

Two months later.

"Xiao Sen, I might be back a few days late. There's a project at my company that's had some issues and needs to be moved forward." Yan Yuheng's slightly apologetic voice on the other end of the phone reached Mo Yousen's ears. "I'll definitely be in Ningcheng before the New Year. Please don't be unhappy, okay?"

Mo Yousen sighed, "Okay. It's okay. I'll wait for you in Ningcheng. You can focus on your current tasks first..."

Someone on Yan Yuheng's end was calling his name. It sounded like Wen Xian's voice. "Xiao Sen, I won't say anything for now. I'll bring you a gift when I come back, be good." After saying that, he hung up the phone in a hurry.

Mo Yousen lay spread-eagle on the bed, his breathing the only sound. He remained silent for a few seconds before picking up his phone and looking at the calendar. He counted the days silently in his mind, as if to comfort himself, "It's okay. It's only a few days until New Year's Eve."

Yan Yuheng hadn't rested much in two days and two nights. He'd just finished his pre-session at school and immediately completed a series of competitive product research, a SWOT analysis, and a business plan. His eyes were bruised. Yan Yuan arranged for the family's private jet to pick him up. On the plane, Yan Yuheng was so excited at the thought of meeting Mo Yousen that he couldn't sleep and started working on a new artificial intelligence project plan.

"Let's go to Xiaosen's house first. I have something to give him." Yan Yuheng leaned in the back seat of the car, his slender fingers tapping rhythmically on the keyboard of the notebook. The driver in the driving seat had been driving for the Yan family for more than 20 years and knew every little habit of Yan Yuheng very well. After receiving the instructions, he drove straight to the Mo family and raised the tailgate of the car.

"Knock knock knock", Yan Yuheng greeted Tang Miao downstairs and went straight upstairs and quietly stood at the door of Mo Yousen's room, bending his fingers and knocking lightly on the door panel a few times.

Mo Yousen shouted from behind the door, "I'm coming! Wait a minute!" The sound of slippers tapping came from far away and got closer to the door, and then the door opened with a creak.

"Surprise, surprise?" Yan Yuheng leaned against the door frame, raised his eyebrows at Mo Yousen, and couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his mouth.

Mo Yousen's heart skipped a beat. The person he had been thinking about day and night was now standing in front of him. He was surprised and happy. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned down. Then he cried out "Wow".

"Oh, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Yan Yuheng was so anxious that he didn't know what to do. He pinched his sleeves and wiped his tears from his face. "Don't cry, don't cry, Senbao, I brought you a gift, don't cry."

Mo Yousen's tears were still on his face, and his body was shaking as he hugged Yan Yuheng. His tears and snot were smeared on Yan Yuheng's clothes. His voice was trembling, "What, what gift?"

Yan Yuheng took his hand out of his trouser pocket and slowly opened his palm. A silver maple leaf necklace lay quietly in his palm.

"How is it? I made it myself. It might not look good, but I worked on it for a long time." Yan Yuheng said proudly, "It's okay if you don't like it. I'll make you a better one later. But you have to keep this one well. After all, it's my first time making a handmade gift for someone else."

Mo Yousen's eyebrows were obedient, he lowered his head and nodded gently, "I like it. I will keep everything you gave me."

Yan Yuheng was delighted. "Oh, I knew it. What I made is so good, you will definitely like it!" Yan Yuheng opened his arms and embraced Mo Yousen in his arms. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Come with me to set off fireworks outside on New Year's Eve in a few days. I specially customized fireworks sticks for you from Country M. They cost one thousand dollars each."

Mo Yousen nodded his head in his arms like a child and said crisply, "Okay."

"Okay, then I'll go home first. The old couple are waiting for me for dinner at home!" Yan Yuheng patted Mo Yousen's head and turned to go downstairs.

"Wait, wait, I'll take you downstairs." The sound of Mo Yousen's slippers clattered, echoing throughout the house.

Tang Miao was reading a book on the sofa downstairs. The sunlight outside the window shone on Tang Miao. The days were peaceful and quiet. When she saw Yan Yuheng and Mo Yousen coming downstairs, she put the book aside, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Xiao Yan, why don't you play for a while? Your son misses you every day at home." Tang Miao put his arm around Mo Yousen's shoulders, looked up at Yan Yuheng, his eyes full of concern for the younger generation.

Yan Yuheng took a big step into the car and leaned half of his body out of the rear window. "My husband Yan and Miss Pei are urging me to go home. They said there's something big and happy waiting for me. I'll pick up Xiaosen in two days to celebrate the New Year with me! Aunt Sanshui, I wish you a happy new year in advance!"

Tang Miao covered his mouth and smiled, patting Mo Yousen's shoulder, "Baby, say goodbye to Xiao Yan."

Mo Yousen waved his hand, "Goodbye, Brother Heng."

"Xiao Yan, come and play often, and be careful on the road."

"Goodbye, Aunt Sanshui! Goodbye, Xiaosen!" Yan Yuheng's voice echoed in the wind and slowly drifted away.