Chapter 11 Compromise "There seems to be a car accident over there." Cheng Song...
"There seems to be a car accident over there." Cheng Song turned around and looked when he heard the voice.
Gu Xingjue raised his eyes and glanced at the accident center. A large group of people had gathered across the street, and he couldn't see what was going on.
Three or five cars were stopped by the crowd and stopped with their hazard lights on and horns blaring.
"Go back and rest early." Gu Xingjue retracted his gaze and said.
Cheng Song also withdrew his gaze and looked at Gu Xingjue: "See you tomorrow then."
Cheng Song's eyes lingered on Gu Xingjue's face for a long time. Then, he reluctantly hooked his hand around the silver necklace on Gu Xingjue's neck, moved closer to him in an ambiguous manner, and whispered in his ear, "I will miss you."
Cheng Song didn't wait for Gu Xingjue to respond. He quickly let go of the man and ran away.
Gu Xingjue frowned slightly, tugged at his necklace, and sneered at the cunning figure behind him. Then he slid onto the motorcycle, put on his helmet neatly, started the car, and with a "hum" sound, it sped away.
When crossing the road, the huge crowd had gradually dispersed, and the person who was helped up in the crowd was——
Chen Song!
Chen Song in the black glass mirror under the helmet had lost his bright color and turned gray and black. Brown liquid was flowing from his forehead, and he looked like he would close his eyes and never get up again.
The scene before my eyes was like a slow-motion movie, and all the chaos and noise around me suddenly became silent and faded.
Gu Xingjue's eyes suddenly widened, his blood boiling. He turned the car around and forced it to drift rapidly, startling the surrounding cars, causing them to brake loudly. The intersection was completely blocked, and a car accident was almost caused.
Gu Xingjue braked and jumped off his motorcycle amidst the curses. The black-green motorcycle fell to the side. He took off his helmet and threw it aside. He pushed through the crowd, rushed forward, and pulled Chen Song into his arms. With trembling lips, he called out to him, "...Chen Song, how are you? Huh? Wake up?"
Gu Xingjue gently patted Chen Song's face with his numb hands, and was frightened by his hot skin as soon as he touched it.
"Do you know him? He just ran a red light and I hit him without noticing," said a middle-aged man nearby. "I was also driving an electric scooter, not very fast. It shouldn't be serious, probably just a minor injury. He's not going to blackmail me, is he? I've already called the police."
Gu Xingjue acted as if he didn't hear him. He tried to stop the bleeding with his trembling fingertips, but was afraid of hurting him. He was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.
Chen Song suddenly frowned in pain and breathed heavily.
Gu Xingjue calmed down considerably and pulled out his phone to call an ambulance. He rubbed his temples and glared at the middle-aged man, "You'd better pray he's okay."
The middle-aged man who was watching over Xingjue came on a motorcycle, dressed like a gangster, and had the character of a gangster written all over him. He looked very difficult to deal with.
The middle-aged man held his breath and said, "He was the one who ran the red light, and he's trying to blame it on me! I think he's just pretending! Don't try to blackmail me. I've already called the police!"
Gu Xingjue frowned, his eyes gloomy and creepy: "Shut up!"
The middle-aged man was so frightened that he trembled all over and dared not speak. The people around him were also intimidated by Gu Xingjue's aura and left one after another. Only a few onlookers were left hiding and watching from a distance.
Gu Xingjue held Chen Song in his arms and checked him over several times. Indeed, as the man said, his injuries were not that serious, and the main reason for his fainting was probably the fever.
Chen Song had lost a lot of weight, and even though he was wearing clothes, his bones still hurt.
Chen Song had a fever, a pattern he'd get every year. Every time he did, he'd call him, feeling sorry for him. He'd come back to take care of him, feeling sorry for him. Even though he was diving in foreign waters, he'd immediately buy a ticket home.
When did Chen Song start to have a fever? He seemed to feel unwell just now when he was eating. Why didn't he tell him that he felt unwell this time?
Gu Xingjue held Chen Song's hand and said angrily and helplessly, "Are you so angry?"
When Chen Song woke up, he felt light and soft all over, without a trace of strength. The pure white ceiling seemed unfamiliar, and the unpleasant smell of disinfectant filled his nose.
He was physiologically resistant to the smell and felt like vomiting.
Chen Song blinked with difficulty, his throat dry and sore. He turned his eyes and saw Gu Xingjue sleeping on the bedside. His heart, which had been as calm as water, began to ripple. The hand held by the rough hand moved uncontrollably, and the movement woke Gu Xingjue.
When Gu Xingjue saw that Chen Song had woken up, he immediately helped him sit up and poured him a glass of water.
Chen Song drank a whole glass of water quietly.
"Do you want more?" Gu Xingjue wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue.
Chen Song said coldly in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, but no thanks. You can go now."
Gu Xingjue was fed up with Chen Song's cold attitude, but seeing how weak he looked, he couldn't bear to get angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "You didn't even ask me why I'm here, huh? I took care of you all night, and this is your attitude?"
Chen Song's voice was hoarse, and his eyes suddenly turned red: "Why are you here and need me to help you remember? I just happened to run into trouble when I was sending someone back to school."
Gu Xingjue was stunned: "You saw everything? That's why you ran a red light?"
Chen Song smiled uncomfortably: "Don't take yourself too seriously. We are no longer related. You can be with whoever you want. I just... I just..."
Every word Chen Song said felt like a knife cutting his throat, drawing blood. He really couldn't let go of Gu Xingjue so quickly.
The carefree attitude he spoke was all a pretense. He couldn't continue. He couldn't bear to see Gu Xingjue being with someone else.
A hot tear fell from the corner of Chen Song's bloodshot eyes. He bit his lips hard, even until they bled, in order to maintain his last bit of pitiful self-esteem.
Chen Song's tear seemed to fall on Gu Xing's determination, igniting a continuous fire.
Gu Xingjue kissed Chen Song's tightly closed lips, gently licking and sucking the sweet blood, constantly comforting him: "That person is just a friend. A high school classmate I haven't seen in a long time. I have nothing to do with him. Don't be angry, okay."
"Look how angry you are." Gu Xingjue sat on the bed and pulled the girl into his arms. "Besides, who was it that said they wanted to break up with me? I wish your heart was as hard as your words."
Gu Xingjue is very good at coaxing Chen Song. As long as he speaks softly like coaxing a child, and keeps kissing and hugging him, he will become soft all over and even lose his temper.
But this time he was really angry, and it was hard to appease him with just a few words.
Chen Song's face was tense and his emotions did not ease. He just felt that Gu Xingjue's sweet words were fake and he could not sense any sincerity in them.
Because he is not Gu Mo, but Gu Xingjue.
The tears in Chen Song's eyes had long since turned into sadness and he swallowed them back. He returned to his usual silent expression: "Gu...Xingjue, even if you two really are together, it has nothing to do with me. We are from two different worlds."
"I can't pretend these three years never happened. Just treat it as a dream. Now I'm awake."
Gu Xingjue paused, as if something was about to slip away from his life, making him anxious and uneasy, but he couldn't explain what this emotion was, and in the end he interpreted it all as anger.
He bit Chen Song's ear as if to punish him, and said viciously, "You're the one cheating on me, right, Chen Song? What good did that old fox Yun Jingsheng give you that makes you so anxious to kick me out?"
Chen Song struggled violently to break free from his restraints and pushed him with all his strength. However, the palm strike was powerless and soft, like a coquettish move.
But his tone was sad and angry, like a stressed cat: "Do you think everyone in the world is gay like you? You can say whatever you want about me, but Brother Jing Sheng is not!"
Gu Xingjue's breathing became heavier. He grabbed Chen Song's hand and pressed him into his arms, restraining him tightly. "Brother Jing Sheng?"
The man's eyes were gloomy, and his cold voice was filled with suppressed anger. "Who allowed you to call me so affectionately? Calling me by my full name, huh? I'm telling you, he's a fucking gay!"
Chen Song was shaking with anger. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from Gu Xingjue's clamp-like arms. The anger in his heart that had nowhere to vent turned into poison on his sharp teeth, and he bit Gu Xingjue's hand fiercely.
Gu Xingjue frowned in pain and masochistically let him bite him. The pain felt like a steel wire sweeping across his heart, and the sour and itchy feeling made him feel much better. He sneered, "You should be happy, right? Yun Jingsheng is a homosexual. He is a hypocritical old fox. Playing with you is as easy as crushing an ant. You won't even know how you died in the end!"
"Isn't it good to follow me? Hmm?" Gu Xingjue pinched Chen Song's chin, forcing him to look at him. "What can Yun Jingsheng give you that I, Gu Xingjue, can't?"
Gu Xingjue's snake-like eyes flashed with a sinister and cunning cold light, his face full of mockery and ridicule, like a naughty hunter, completely crushing Chen Song's remaining dignity.
Chen Song looked at the extremely familiar person in front of him, his gaze lingering on Gu Xingjue's broken eyebrow. He felt panicked and scared, as if some irresistible and intangible force was invisibly widening the distance between the two of them.
The heart that was burning with passion and dedication gradually approached destruction after losing the oxygen from the person named "Gu Mo".
Chen Song's eyes were sore, and his gaze fell on the silver necklace around Gu Xingjue's neck. Faced with the unbreakable bondage, he gave up resistance: "He is just a teacher I respect very much. Why are you..."
"Why do you say that about him?" Chen Song's voice was so soft, so soft that one could hear the slight, suppressed sobs.
Gu Xingjue paused, unconsciously loosening some of the restraints. He was stunned for a moment, and the surging anger slowly dissipated.
There was a drizzle outside the window, and the gray sky deepened the depressing atmosphere in the ward.
Seeing Chen Song's pitiful expression, he couldn't help but coax him in a good-tempered manner: "Okay, I get it. If you say no, I'll believe you. I know his brother, so I know he really likes men. So don't stay out so late with him in the future. I'm worried. Also, don't wear his clothes. If you don't have any clothes, I'll take you to buy some."
"Gu Xingjue," Chen Song interrupted him calmly. When he called his real name so coldly and calmly, Gu Xingjue felt a strange feeling in his heart, "I'm not going back. I want to live on campus."
Gu Xingjue's thick eyebrows furrowed, and he let go of him: "Hasn't he made enough trouble yet, Chen Song? I've already given you plenty of excuses, do you really want to do this?"
For three years, Gu Mo had been woven into Chen Song's DNA. Leaving him was a heartbreaking pain, a piercing pain. How could he bear to let go? He wanted to give up, but his sober mind kept telling him that sinking into a fruitless relationship meant he would suffer the pain of being wiped out.
He was just an ordinary incompetent man who couldn't bear it.
Chen Song suppressed the clamor of separation in his cells and said calmly: "The one who took me home was Gu Mo, and you,"
"It's Gu Xingjue." Chen Song raised his eyes and moved them across Gu Xingjue's face, as if trying to find any trace of Gu Mo in him.
This look made Gu Xingjue very unhappy. He couldn't understand Chen Song's crazy eyes, and he couldn't understand his stubbornness and stubbornness. "Gu Mo is me, Gu Mo is Gu Xingjue, are you stupid? It's just a name, I'm still me. What does my name have to do with me? As long as I'm still standing in front of you, isn't that enough?"
The only hope in Chen Song's eyes was shattered. He shook his head and looked at the rain outside the window: "Gu Mo and I are from the same world, but you are not. You and I are not from the same world, just like you can't understand why I am obsessed with names."
Gu Xingjue was almost confused by him: "How can it not be, you say? As long as the two of us stand together, we are from the same world."
After a moment of silence, Chen Song slowly said, "You can go."
Gu Xing was so angry and anxious that he wanted to kill him right away and make him cry and beg for mercy.
But Chen Song's lost look suddenly reminded him of that rainy day in early summer when Chen Song told him in tears that he had no home.
What Xie Yanchen said flashed through Gu Xingjue’s mind.
"My Mr. Gu, you will never meet such a good man again."
Gu Xingjue didn't believe it, but he admitted that he was somewhat touched.
Gu Xingjue took Chen Song's hand, hugged him again, and said softly, "Chen Song. I didn't mean to hide this from you. You were the one who mistook me for a pauper. I did find it a little funny at first, thinking you were blind. I'm so handsome, so handsome, so rich, and this is the first time in my life that someone has mistook me for a pauper."
"I've been surrounded by people who fawn over me since I was a kid." Gu Xingjue paused, a hint of darkness flickering in his eyes before quickly returning to normal. "They're either after my money or my family's power. This is the first time I've met a fool like you. You're not after my money or my family's power, but you've found me a job, given me money to spend, and even cooked for me."
"This feeling is quite novel," Gu Xingjue's rough hands played with Chen Song's porcelain-white hands. "I thought we'd never see each other again after our first meeting, and I didn't explain. I'm a troublemaker, so you might not believe me right away if I explained. The tattered clothes I wore back then were from a bike fall. As for the calluses on my hands and the injuries on my body, they're from rock climbing and other extreme sports. I'm not a bricklayer."
"After that meeting, I occasionally think of you and can't help but get closer to you. I also imagine you opening your eyes and fawning over me after discovering my true identity. I would find it ridiculous. But I can't bear to see you become like others."
Gu Xingjue placed a pious kiss on Chen Song's brow: "Because you are very special to me."
Gu Xingjue spoke very slowly, as slow as a warm tide slowly drowning Chen Song's heart. His heart was beating very hard and he blinked his thin eyelids awkwardly.
Gu Xingjue had never spoken to him about his own affairs, nor had he spoken so much. When a man of few words talked about himself, it was like peeling out his true heart.
Sincere, passionate, and scorching.
Chen Song couldn't digest the meaning of Gu Xingjue's words, and his mind was in a mess.
Gu Xingjue kissed his forehead, eyes, nose bridge, and finally his slightly chapped lips without any lust. He used the hot and wet tip of his tongue to moisten his dry lips, and his deep voice was as soft and sincere as a dream: "Please be considerate of me. Hmm?"
Chen Song let him kiss him without saying a word. Seeing his obedient and wavering look, Gu Xingjue was aroused for a moment and deepened the kiss, their lips and teeth entangled in the disordered and intertwined breathing.
Chen Song's face flushed from the kiss, like a gorgeous rose, and the charming color spread all the way to the pure white and delicate neck.
Gu Xingjue's rough fingertips gently pinched his pink earlobe, looking at him with dark eyes, and said in a low tone: "I can't even see you when I go home."
Chen Song took a deep breath and pursed his lips. The string in his mind that had been maintaining his sanity was tightly stretched, holding him to the edge of the cliff. It seemed that if it broke, he would fall hopelessly into the abyss.
He had nothing, so what was he afraid of losing? He only had Gu Mo, and the one he was afraid of losing was Gu Mo.
Chen Song was silent for a moment and said, "Gu...Xingjue, give me some time."
Chen Song didn't know whether this was the time to accept that Gu Mo was Gu Xingjue, or the time to let go of Gu Mo and leave Gu Xingjue.
If the future is out of reach, indulge in the present.
Chen Song is compromising, reality never gives him a choice.
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