Qin Zigui wasn't actually short of money; if Sheng Yan could afford to buy it for him, he could buy it himself too.
This was the first birthday gift Sheng Yan gave Qin Zigui after he confessed his feelings to him, and Sheng Yan wanted to give him something unique in the world.
He knew that Qin Zigui really liked the story of The Little Prince and the fox. At the trade fair, he even asked Sheng Yan if he could help him bring The Little Prince home.
At that time, Sheng Yan didn't quite understand the implied meaning in Qin Zigui's words, but now he understands. It turns out that in Qin Zigui's heart, he was the fox, and he was the little prince.
So Sheng Yan thought of making a little prince and fox figurine by hand and giving it to Qin Zigui.
However, wood carving and clay sculpting require complex tools, and he can't learn them in a short time. Fondant cakes are even more difficult, and other forms are not easy to preserve.
Sheng Yan secretly searched on Baidu for many days before he learned that there was such a thing as wool felt.
I searched on Taobao and found that this thing is quite nice. I asked the seller, and the seller said it was very simple.
Sheng Yan believed it to be true and placed an order directly. Then, every day when Qin Zigui was in his competition class, he would secretly click on the button.
He was a muscular man, 1.8 meters tall. Every evening during self-study, he would sneakily lie on the table, stack books high, and hide behind them, poking at them with a small needle. He poked at them for a whole week before they could barely take shape. In the end, Wu Shan opened his mouth and said a clump of green grass and a brown pig.
Sheng Yan sat on a small stool in the bathroom, looking at the lump of stuff in his hand, and was furious.
Is he out of his mind? How could he think of making such a thing?
Wouldn't it be better to just buy Qin Zigui a pair of sneakers?
Sheng Yan irritably started to bundle the entire material package, intending to throw it away, but halfway through, he felt a little reluctant to part with it.
He spent a long time poking at it, and he really wanted to give Qin Zigui a little prince.
So he let go and rearranged the thing again, thinking that although it was a bit different from others, it was still kind of cute from another angle.
Okay, I'll try poking it for another two days.
What if Qin Zigui likes it?
After all, gay men and straight men have different aesthetic tastes.
Only an uncultured straight man like Wu Shan would say that this is a brown pig.
What kind of pig can grow such a big tail?
So it's definitely not that I poked it badly; it's that Wu Shan has a problem with his aesthetic sense.
After packing his things and washing up, Sheng Yan took the materials bag and went straight to bed, pulling the blanket over his head without saying a word to Wu Shan.
Wu Shan, oblivious to the danger, sat on the bed opposite him in just his underwear, fanning himself with a book, utterly bewildered: "Wait, Yan-ge, what exactly was that thing you showed me just now? You're not really planning to give that to a girl, are you? If you really give that, you're guaranteed to be single forever. And why are you covered up in this heat? Aren't you hot? Don't you want to come out and talk to me... Oh my god!"
The only response he received was a thick dictionary thrown at him and Sheng Yan's cold, curt reply: "If you say another word, I'll kill you."
Wu Shan's survival instinct finally kicked in; he pulled his thumb and forefinger across his mouth and shut it up.
Sheng Yan, still covered by the blanket, continued poking at his little prince.
He was a carefree person who had never done such delicate work before. He didn't have the patience or energy. His technique of holding the needle and his movements of inserting the needle were both clumsy, and he often pricked his hand without realizing it.
Moreover, in order not to expose that he would do such a foolish thing for love, he could only hide under the covers and sweat profusely in a room with only a fan and no air conditioning.
If it weren't for that bastard Qin Zigui, he wouldn't have suffered such injustice.
But thinking of that bastard Qin Zigui, Sheng Yan pursed his lips, straightened his face, and poked even more intently.
The formal training camp starts tomorrow, and I definitely won't have time then. Fortunately, it's almost over, so I can just work hard tonight.
Anyway, he wanted to give Qin Zigui a unique little prince.
But there are always people who want to disrupt his love plans.
Sheng Yan lay in bed poking and prodding, not knowing how long he had been poking and prodding, when suddenly someone called out "Ayan".
That's not Qin Zigui's voice.
Sheng Yan frowned in displeasure, stuffed the things under his pillow, then sat up, lifted the covers, looked at Xue Yi at the door, and said coldly, "Is there something you need?"
Xue Yi was about to say something when he saw Sheng Yan's neck.
Because he had just taken a shower and changed into a loose T-shirt, the light red hickeys on Sheng Yan's neck stood out starkly against his fair skin.
Xue Yi's eyes darkened for a moment, then he said casually, "It's nothing. I just got back from home and heard that you were back in training, so I came to check on you."
"Okay, now that you've seen it, you can go."
Sheng Yan made no attempt to hide his estrangement and dislike for Xue Yi.
Xue Yi was good-natured and simply nodded: "Okay, then you should get some rest. I'll stay in the room across the hall. If you have any problems or need anything, feel free to come to me across the hall anytime. I have everything you need there."
"No need, I have everything here. Qin Zigui has prepared everything for me." Sheng Yan remembered the words Xue Yi had overheard mocking Qin Zigui, so he spoke very hurtfully, as if deliberately standing up for Qin Zigui.
After saying that, he shrank back into bed, took out the Little Prince, and prepared to complete the final step.
Upon hearing this, and recalling the origin of the hickeys on Sheng Yan's neck, Xue Yi's knuckles, which were gripping the backpack strap, turned slightly white.
After a brief silence, as if to confirm something, he casually replied, "It's good that Qin Zigui has prepared it for you. I thought his father was here, so I didn't have time to take care of you for the time being."
What kind of nonsense is this?
Sheng Yan frowned, turned around, and looked at Xue Yi.
Xue Yi met his gaze and innocently tugged at her backpack strap: "When I went out today, I saw him get into a black Mercedes with a man. The man looked a lot like Qin Zigui and was quite friendly to Qin Zigui, so I assumed he was his father. Isn't he?"
A man in a black Mercedes who looks a lot like Qin Zigui.
Sheng Yan suddenly remembered the black Mercedes that had passed him when he left at noon today, and the man who looked vaguely familiar to him.
grass!
Today, Qin Zigui's various quirks and my inexplicable anxiety suddenly came together.
Qin Zigui's father did indeed come looking for him.
Sheng Yan couldn't care less about anything else for a moment. He picked up his phone and called Qin Zigui, but all he heard was a cold female voice repeating, "The number you dialed is currently switched off."
He called his grandparents again, but no one answered.
I called my grandmother's landline again, but no one answered.
Finally, they called Qin Ru and Jiang Ping, but no one answered.
Why is it that suddenly no one is answering their phones?
Unless it was a deliberate scheme orchestrated by everyone to keep it from me.
Because he was afraid of delaying his training, his competitions, and his chance to get into a good university, he kept all the bad things from himself, just like before, and waited until everything was settled before talking about them.
Sheng Yan had been protected like this since he was a child. He used to think it was nothing, since he was indifferent to most things. But this time was different. This time it was Qin Zigui, the Qin Zigui he thought would never leave.
Sheng Yan had never been so flustered. He stuffed everything into his backpack, put on his shoes, and headed out the door.
Wu Shan, who was curled up in bed playing games, suddenly heard a noise, looked up, and couldn't help but ask, "Where are you going so late at night, Brother Yan?"
Sheng Yan had no energy to answer him; he was just making a phone call to Coach Li as he walked out.
As he passed Xue Yi, Xue Yi tried to grab his wrist, but he shoved him away fiercely: "Don't fucking touch me, I don't have time to waste with you right now!"
After saying that, he quickly walked into the night outside the dormitory building while making a phone call.
Wu Shan was completely bewildered: "Holy crap, what's wrong with Brother Yan? Why is he suddenly so angry?"
Xue Yi slowly withdrew his empty right hand and said calmly, "It's nothing, it's just that someone who might be very important to him is leaving."
"...???"
Someone very important? Leaving?!
At that moment, Wu Shan suddenly had a bad feeling. Could it be that his jinx had come true?
Sheng Yan was also afraid that Wu Shan's jinx might actually come true.
No one answered the landline at his maternal grandmother's house, so he simply took a taxi back to Qin Zigui's house.
He kept making phone calls and urging the driver along the way. When the car stopped at the entrance of the community, he ran home as fast as he could, even entering the password much faster than usual.
He desperately told himself that Qin Zigui had said he wouldn't leave and that meant he wouldn't leave, but he was also afraid that if he was a second late, Qin Zigui would disappear.
However, when he opened the door, the living room was pitch black. He didn't even have time to change his shoes before heading straight to Qin Zigui's bedroom.
When he pushed open the door, his heart almost stopped beating.
The bedroom was frighteningly clean.
The books and materials that Qin Zigui often read were gone, the pillow that I often used to hit Qin Zigui on the bed was gone, the clothes that Qin Zigui often wore on the clothes rack were gone, and even Qin Zigui's toiletries in the bathroom were gone.
So, did Qin Zigui really leave?
Just thinking about those words, before Sheng Yanguang even had a chance to consider their meaning, made him feel like he suddenly couldn't breathe, and his heart ached so badly that he could barely stand.
Qin Zigui was smiling and telling him he wanted a formal title this morning, so why did he leave in the evening?
He hadn't even had a chance to agree to Qin Zigui's request, hadn't had a chance to give Qin Zigui the one-of-a-kind little prince he made for him, hadn't had a chance to tell Qin Zigui that he liked him too, so why did he leave without a word?
Didn't we agree that he wouldn't leave if we told him not to?
Sheng Yan clutched the unique little prince and fox he had made for Qin Zigui tightly in his hand. Standing in the empty bedroom, he suddenly wondered what he would do if Qin Zigui really left.
He never truly left Qin Zigui, nor did he ever imagine that Qin Zigui would one day truly leave him.
When that day finally arrived, he realized that more than a decade had made Qin Zigui his very being.
Even without mentioning separation, just thinking about it causes excruciating pain.
It turns out that no one is truly immortal.
Sheng Yan lowered his head, feeling a sudden stinging sensation in the corner of his eye.
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