Chapter 97 P-Red Bean
When Chu Beiling was being kissed by Xing Yu, who pried open his lips against the wooden door of his house, he wished he could beat himself to death for provoking Hei Sesame Dumpling a few days ago.
Tell me, why did I provoke him for no reason?
Now look what happened, serves him right for being kneaded like dough.
The living room floor was covered in silvery white. In a daze, Chu Beiling slowly opened his eyes, only to see a pair of mischievous eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
Provocation, outright provocation.
How could she tolerate this? Chu Beiling hooked her arms around his neck and returned his kiss forcefully, and they began to fight.
Like a wolf that has been starving for a long time finally finding a piece of delicious, fatty meat, it can't wait to devour it all.
The quiet environment, where only heavy breathing and heartbeats could be heard, was filled with the sound of footsteps approaching from afar.
The two of them froze simultaneously, stopping their movements. Then, the iron gate next door creaked, and then all was quiet.
Grandma Chen from next door probably came back from her trip, and the two of them didn't dare to continue arguing.
Xing Yu's place is relatively safe, and Grandma Chen usually doesn't come here.
After all, there are precedents to learn from, and it's always better to be cautious until you have enough responsibility.
Xing Yu took a wet wipe to clean his hands, threw the crumpled paper into the trash can, and turned to him, saying, "You go to Grandma Chen's house first, I'm going to the market."
"I," Chu Beiling's voice was still hoarse and muddled from the fight.
He bent down, took out a water bottle from Xing Yu's bag, took a couple of sips of water, cleared his throat, and continued, "I'll go with you."
Actually, they hadn't done anything wrong, but they were still a little guilty. Plus, he was in a much worse state than Xing Yu. Chu Beiling didn't want to see his elders so soon and wanted to go out and relax.
The bustling city was not a place for Prince Fanfan to step into. Xing Yu was about to refuse, but when he met his gaze, he quickly changed his mind: "Okay, let's go together."
Every week when Xing Yu comes back, he goes to the market to buy a lot of ingredients and some daily necessities, so that Grandma Chen doesn't have to run up and down the market to buy them often. The two of them bought a lot of easy-to-preserve food at the supermarket and took the subway back to Zhanongkou.
Grandma Chen was busy in the kitchen. When she saw them come in, she turned around and said with a smile, "You're back."
Chu Beiling replied sweetly, "Yes, I'm back."
Xing Yu put down the plastic bag in his hand, rolled up his sleeves, and took the kitchen utensils from Grandma Chen's hands: "Grandma Chen, let me do it."
"Grandma Chen, I'll go watch TV with you." Chu Beiling pulled Grandma Chen out of the kitchen, not wanting to cause Xing Yu any trouble; he could get things done faster by himself.
Aside from the beginning when he would help Xing Yu, for the past two years, every weekend when he went home and ate at Grandma Chen's house, Xing Yu would usually cook while he washed the dishes.
Of course, most of the time, Xing Yu took over and did it himself.
He and Grandma Chen were only responsible for eating.
Grandma Chen glanced at him and said, "Fanfan, have you been studying very hard lately? You look quite haggard."
Chu Beiling helped Grandma Chen to the sofa and sat down beside her, saying, "I'm fine, Grandma Chen, don't worry." He picked up an orange from the fruit basket, peeled it, and handed it to the old woman, saying, "Here you go, Grandma Chen."
Grandma Chen put the orange back in his hand: "Fanfan, eat this. Grandma Chen won't eat it."
The coffee table, which originally only had a fruit basket, now had many more red beans, scissors, elastic rope, and a red bean bracelet that was half-threaded. Next to it, a tin box neatly arranged red bean bracelets that had already been threaded together.
Chu Beiling glanced at it briefly and saw that there were about forty or fifty stripes, and more than a dozen of them had faded in color, leaving only a light pink.
He asked curiously, "Grandma Chen, why are you making so many red bean bracelets?"
Grandma Chen put on her reading glasses, picked up the red bean bracelet that was only half-strung, bent down and carefully examined each red bean in the pile, seemingly looking for the best few, before starting to drill holes.
“Those faded pieces were a gift from him,” she said.
Chu Beiling asked in confusion, "Who?"
Grandma Chen: "My beloved."
Chu Beiling had heard Xing Yu say that Grandma Chen never married, but he didn't know the specific reason.
Hearing Grandma Chen say this, he didn't react for a moment.
Grandma Chen smiled at his stunned reaction: "What's with your reaction?"
Chu Beiling sensed something was wrong and, fearing it would stir up painful memories of Grandma Chen's past, shook his head without saying a word.
"It's a pity I can never receive it again." Grandma Chen threaded the red bean with the hole punched into the nylon rope and said softly, "He promised me that he would give me a red bean bracelet every year. Now that I can't receive it, I'll give it to him instead."
Chu Beiling was stunned for half a second, then cautiously asked, "Grandma Chen, that grandpa...?"
"They sacrificed themselves on the battlefield," Grandma Chen said after catching her breath, "and could never come back."
Grandma Chen's tone was calm and indifferent, as if she had lost all hope. Chu Beiling's heart trembled, and he felt an indescribable bitterness, unable to break free from this emotion for a long time.
Grandma Chen comforted him, saying, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Maybe I'll be able to see him in a few years."
Chu Beiling's nose tingled, and she shook her head: "Grandma Chen, you will live to be a hundred years old."
Grandma Chen comforted him, "Okay, Grandma Chen misspoke. I want to spend a few more years with you and Xiao Yu."
Before he could recover from the bittersweet emotions, Grandma Chen dropped another bombshell: "You and Xiaoyu need to communicate properly when you encounter problems." She stopped what she was doing, staring at the faded red bean bracelets, as if recalling a distant memory.
After what seemed like an eternity, Grandma Chen finally came to her senses and continued, "Say what you want to say, do what you want to do, don't give yourself any regrets. Some people you miss will never be seen again."
Chu Beiling was so shocked she couldn't utter a word. She glanced at Xing Yu, who was busy in the kitchen, and asked, "Grandma Chen, you know?"
Grandma Chen blinked and said with a smile, "I've been through this myself, how could I not understand?"
Actually, she didn't know at first. But Xing Yu asked similar questions, and she found out that Xing Yu was the one who made up Chu Beiling's friendship. In addition, she could sense that something was wrong from the reactions of the two of them over the past few months.
Unexpectedly, the two children had already explained it clearly.
“As long as you think of each other, you have nothing to be afraid of.” She gently patted Chu Beiling’s back: “Grandma Chen is here too. You and Xiaoyu, don’t be afraid. Grandma Chen will protect you. If anyone says a bad word about you, Grandma will break their legs.”
Chu Beiling felt a dryness and pain in his throat, but his heart was warm. He nodded earnestly, "Thank you, Grandma Chen."
Grandma Chen rubbed his fluffy head and hugged him tightly: "Good boy."
After dinner, Chu Beiling and Xing Yu went up to the fifth floor. Li Shuying and his aunt had already gone home, and now that he was home alone, he could safely invite Xing Yu to his house.
“Xing Yu, Grandma Chen’s reaction is a little different from what I expected.” Chu Beiling took a slow breath, remained silent for a moment, and said in a low voice, “Xing Yu, am I being a little too…anxious?”
Xing Yu didn't answer immediately. He raised his hand and rubbed the back of Chu Beiling's head, his palm slowly sliding down his hair until it stopped at the back of his neck, where he gently pinched it.
He smiled and said, "I accept this confession."
Chu Beiling looked up: "When did you become so shameless?"
Xing Yu: "One who stays near vermilion gets stained red."
Chu Beiling: "You might as well just say, 'One who stays near ink gets stained black.'"
Xing Yu: "I was planning to be more tactful, but I didn't expect you to say it so directly."
After they finished speaking, they burst into laughter.
After laughing, Xing Yu answered the previous question: "No, it's not like that. We're just eliminating potential risks so that we can stay together a little longer, much longer."
Chu Beiling nodded slightly and sat down in front of the easel.
Across from him, Xing Yu's well-defined fingers were plucking the strings. After watching for a while, he learned a lot about the cello and realized that this was tuning before practicing.
Xing Yu is multi-talented; he excels in every field related to art.
Besides being able to draw, he only likes to draw and has little interest in music.
But now I'm also a little itchy, thinking that guys who play music are just too handsome.
Chu Beiling: "Xing Yu, why don't you teach me to play the cello? Maybe we can even play together someday."
Xing Yu stood up and offered his seat to him.
Chu Beiling carefully picked up the cello: "Do you have a spare? I'm afraid I'll ruin this one."
Xing Yu: "It's good that you have this self-awareness."
"..."
Chu Beiling got up, put the cello back on the shelf, pounced on him and pulled him to the sofa, straddling him and tickling him: "If you can't say something nice, you might as well do something else instead of just being pretty."
Xing Yu wasn't ticklish. He propped himself up and tilted his head slightly: "Okay, what do you want to do?"
At that restless and passionate age, Chu Beiling was not an ignorant and naive boy. When Xing Yu asked him this question, he, who had not thought about anything, was instead led astray.
Chu Beiling had considered it, but, but, but—
In his panic, he met Xing Yu's smiling eyes. Chu Beiling gritted his teeth and bit directly at Xing Yu's Adam's apple.
Talking to black sesame dumplings is pointless and will only hurt you. You should just shut up and bite them.
Xing Yu's Adam's apple bobbed, and he slightly raised his head, his thin eyelids drooping as he looked down at him.
Chu Beiling glanced down at him and realized that she had been tricked again. Xing Yu stomped on the soft ground, dug a hole, and jumped in without blinking.
He said resentfully, "Xing Yu, you are really bad."
Xing Yu: "Turning the tables."
"I can't argue with you." Chu Beiling rolled over and lay on her side next to Xing Yu, supporting her brow bone with one hand and pressing her fingertips against his thin lips with the other.
Xing Yu grasped his wrist and placed it against his heart: "Are you angry?"
Chu Beiling: "Yes, you're angry. Try to coax me."
Xing Yuteng reached out and ruffled his hair, deliberately messing up a few tufts of hair sticking up as his fingertips brushed against the ends: "Pat your head, don't be angry, don't be angry." He spoke in a tone that sounded like he was coaxing a child.
Chu Beiling slapped his hand away, but couldn't help laughing out loud: "Get lost."
Xing Yu then pinched his cheek: "Then... we don't need to coax you anymore?!"
Chu Beiling leaned on Xing Yu's shoulder, putting half of her weight on him: "Whose family is this, to be so sweet-talking?"
"You're not satisfied?!" Xing Yu suppressed a laugh and continued to tease him: "I'll get you another one, lift you up high."
Chu Beiling patted him and said with a laugh, "That's enough. You're having fun making fun of me, aren't you?"
Xing Yu couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I'm in a really good mood."
Chu Beiling reached out and grabbed his neck: "Xing Yu, you're on my assassination list. Be careful tonight."
Xing Yu, without raising his chin, lazily stared at him: "Okay."
Only one orange floor lamp was on in the room, squeezing out a secluded corner from the large and cramped living room.
The light shone down on Xing Yu's well-defined face, illuminating his prominent brow bone and nose. He looked up at him, a casual smile playing in his eyes, which were hidden in shadow.
Chu Beiling's heart fluttered. She went over and kissed the warm light between Xing Yu's brows, then slowly kissed down until her kiss landed on his lips.
Chu Beiling propped himself up, his gaze fixed on Xing Yu beneath him, unable to look away from his face.
Everyone said that Xing Yu was aloof and difficult to approach.
But no one knew that Xing Yu was actually quite the opposite of his aloof and cold exterior. He had a roguish charm and a lazy, mischievous energy. He wasn't aloof at all; he was actually quite wicked.
No one else knew, except him.
It belongs to him alone.
Xing Yu reached out and pulled him, chasing after him with a kiss.
In the quiet, warm light, they shared a kiss, some deep, some shallow, wet and sticky.
Only at times like these can he confidently and boldly kiss Xing Yu and have intimate contact with him without any reservations.
The temperature in the room gradually rose, amplifying all his senses. Chu Beiling suddenly froze, breathing heavily as he propped himself up on the sofa. "You..." he stammered after a long pause, "Do you need help?"
Then he heard Xing Yu take a deep, slow breath, his Adam's apple bobbing as he reached out and pulled him back: "Lie down with me for a while."
The sofa was neither too big nor too small, but quite wide. Two tall, long-legged teenagers squeezed together, knee to knee, which made it feel a bit cramped.
Just then, Xing Yu propped up one leg, trapping Chu Beiling inside. The distance between the two was almost zero, making it difficult for them to even breathe.
Chu Beiling took a deep breath and said, "I think we can't lie here like this."
Xing Yu chuckled softly, his tone dripping with mockery.
"What are you laughing at?" Chu Beiling pinched his waist in annoyance and continued to walk down the aisle. "Do you think you have such strong willpower?"
Xing Yu grabbed his wrist and pulled him away: "Don't move, just lie still."
"..." Chu Beiling hooked her arms around his neck and gently rubbed against his neck: "Then you are torturing me."
Xing Yu pressed him down: "I don't have much self-control, so just lie down."
Chu Beiling wanted to say something, but thinking of Heizhi Tangyuan's vengeful nature, she had no choice but to bury herself back in his chest and obediently remain still like a block of wood.
A young person's temper comes and goes quickly. After lying quietly for a while, he gradually calmed down. Plus, it felt good to lie quietly and do nothing.
I've been drawing day and night for a while now and I'm exhausted. Once I relax, both my body and mind are exhausted.
Before long, drowsiness crept over me.
Chu Beiling lay on Xing Yu, inhaling the faint lemon scent emanating from him, and drifted off to sleep.
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