Chapter 35
"Hey," Yan Huai reached out and stroked the back of his neck, "You're really paying attention to me. I still remember it's Red Hair!"
Shang Zhier tutted his words, "Two people's eyes are glued to you, how can I not pay attention?"
Yan Huai finished the shaved ice in his cup in a few bites and asked, "Why don't they talk to you? You're so handsome, and your cold face is so cute."
"One who looks cute and innocent and easy to approach," Shang Zhier said, "and one who looks handsome but has a sour face and is hard to approach. Which one would you choose to approach?"
Yan Huai threw away the plastic cup, poked two fingers at Shang Zhier's face, and said, "Smile."
Shang Zhier cooperated by showing his teeth and gave a standard eight-tooth smile.
"Hold on," Yan Huai took out his phone with his right hand, "I'll take a handsome picture of you."
Shang Zhier didn't dare to move, not even blinking.
The phone clicked, Shang Zhier retracted his teeth, and his face became cold again.
Yan Huai held his hand and walked forward aimlessly.
"Have you just eaten?" Shang Zhier suddenly asked.
Yan Huai rubbed his stomach and said, "No, it's full of water. Listen, there's a banging sound."
He stopped where he was and jumped up and down a few times.
Shang Zhier laughed at the sound of water and said, "Stop jumping around. Let's go to the store over there and buy some food."
"Let's go, let's go."
There weren't many people in the shop right now. Yan Huai stared at the menu, craving a glass of pineapple juice. He turned around and said, "How about we have a drink?"
"Sure," Shang Zhier pointed, "buy two more fried sweet dough balls."
The fried sweet dough was golden and soft, sprinkled with a layer of powdered sugar. The two finished eating in the store and left with pineapple juice.
"Do you know?" Shang Zhier bit the straw.
Yan Huai was puzzled: "Know what?"
"Your body will become sweeter after eating pineapple." Shang Zhier smiled slightly and glanced at him.
Yan Huai was stunned for two seconds before reacting. He punched him on the arm and cursed him with a smile: "You hooligan. You are committing adultery in broad daylight."
After cursing, he couldn't help but ask, "Really?"
"How would I know? I read it online." Shang Zhier squeezed his hand. "Try it tonight?"
A blush appeared on Yan Huai's fair face. He reached out and snatched the plastic cup from Shang Zhier's hand and drank it in one breath.
Shang Zhier raised an eyebrow and continued to tease him: "You are so impatient."
"You're so noisy," Yan Huai ran away in shame and anger.
At noon they found a restaurant and had some Pochi rice.
After returning to the hotel, Yan Huai sat on the bathroom floor, took out all the shells and conchs in his pocket, cleaned them, and placed them neatly on the bedside table.
He took off his T-shirt and shorts, walked into the bathroom, and washed off the sand on his body. Then he took the suit in his hand with a bit of embarrassment, but still put it on reluctantly.
As soon as he came out, Shang Zhier's eyes darkened for two seconds and his breathing stagnated.
It's not like he hasn't seen Yan Huai wearing a suit before, but the two of them have never done anything together in formal attire. When Shang Zhier thought of this, he felt hot all over.
Yan Huai walked up to him, sat astride him, put his arms around his neck, and asked softly, "Does it look good?"
Shang Zhier nodded and kissed the side of his face, "It looks good."
Yan Huai was so confused by his kiss that Shang Zhier's hands had already slid dishonestly into his lower back, but the kiss on his mouth was so gentle, sucking bit by bit.
By the time Yan Huai reacted, his trousers had fallen to the floor. The shirt clips on his smooth white thighs made him look sexy and seductive, as if he was deliberately tempting people to commit a crime.
Shang Zhi'er's fingers gently lifted the shirt clip and gave it a hard flick. The clip ricocheted violently against Yan Huai's skin, causing him to groan in pain. His skin was very fair, and the flick quickly left a red mark.
"Does it hurt?" Shang Zhier released his lips, letting him take a deep breath.
Yan Huai shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."
Shang Zhier reached out and wiped away the tears from his eyes, saying, "Then why are you still crying? Since it doesn't hurt, are you crying because it feels good?"
Yan Huai didn't answer his question, but leaned exhaustedly on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy a moment.
Shang Zhier didn't give him a moment to breathe. He suddenly turned over and threw him onto the bed, starting a new round of storm.
In the middle of the night, there was a heavy rain in Hawaii. The rain sounded like it was panting and crying. It sounded both painful and joyful, making it difficult to tell whether it was happiness or sadness.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the sunlight shone on their faces through the gap in the curtains. Shang Zhier woke up so early, he kissed Yan Huai on the face and turned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, spraying perfume and styling his hair, Shang Zhier, as a married man, naturally had the consciousness of a married man. He tinkered in the kitchen for a while and made a delicious breakfast for his lover.
At this time, Yan Huai sat up from the bed. His originally cute and playful curly hair had turned into a mess after a night of damage.
"Baby, are you awake?" Shang Zhier came over and handed him a glass of water. "I made avocado and scrambled eggs on toast for breakfast."
Yan Huai lay on his chest for about a minute, then picked up the water cup and drank it all in one gulp.
"I'll take a shower first and then have breakfast."
He came out of the bathroom, sat on the sofa and started to eat breakfast. Shang Zhier used a hair dryer to dry his hair and then curled it with a flat iron.
In the morning they booked a speedboat to see the Na Pali Coast.
"What a cute name," Yan Huai squeezed his hand. "The Na Pali Coast is on Kauai Island in Hawaii."
Shang Zhier nodded. "This is also the filming location for Jurassic World. You can't see the entire landscape from a speedboat. Do you want to take a helicopter?"
"Wait a moment." Yan Huai reached out and poked Shang Zhier's abdominal muscles. Shang Zhier was only wearing a pair of swimming trunks, and because there were traces of ambiguity on his body, he chose a one-piece swimsuit.
The two put on their life jackets and took their seats. Ten people from the speedboat came aboard one after another, including white, black and yellow people.
While chatting on the speedboat, Yan Huai learned that the woman with short blue hair was Chinese and lived in Hong Kong, the one with long black hair was Korean, the couple was Russian, and the remaining two men were American.
We don't speak the same language very well and can only communicate in English occasionally.
The speedboat started to move, and as the speed increased, the scenery in front of our eyes disappeared in a flash, and a bunch of people screamed and shouted in fear.
Yan Huai and Shang Zhier screamed the whole time. They were sitting in the first row, with sea water splashing everywhere. When the speedboat stopped, their faces were covered in water.
Shang Zhier reached out and wiped the seawater off Yan Huai's face, laughing: "Are you okay?"
"It's okay," Yan Huai said, holding the phone. "Luckily I put on a waterproof bag. I'm all wet."
After getting off the speedboat, several people said goodbye.
Yan Huai shook the water off his hair and said, "We're all wet now, and the helicopter won't let us get on. Let's take a shower and eat something before we go."
Shang Zhier responded, "There's a store over there that sells clothes. Let's go."
The two walked into the store, which was filled with colorful shirts and shorts. Yan Huai pointed at the yellow ones and said, "I want to wear this. Does it look like SpongeBob?"
"Then I'll wear this," Shang Zhier picked up a pink one, "Patrick."
After paying the bill, they took the two bags and took a taxi back to the hotel. After showering, they changed into new clothes: floral shirts, flip-flops, and Yan Huai even found a pair of sunglasses to wear.
They didn't go to the restaurant to eat, but bought rice balls and purple sweet potato balls in a small shop. After eating, they took a helicopter to see Hawaii from the sky.
Shang Zhier fastened his seat belt, put on noise-canceling headphones, and checked Yan Huai's equipment. The helicopter gradually flew into the sky, overlooking the blue sea and the continuous mountains.
Halfway through the journey, Yan Huai's face turned pale and he leaned on Shang Zhier.
"What's wrong?" Shang Zhier touched his forehead. "Are you feeling unwell?"
"I feel like vomiting." Yan Huai said.
Shang Zhier found a plastic bag and communicated with the pilot, and the helicopter returned.
Yan Huai's stomach was churning. He felt like vomit was rising up his throat. As long as he spoke, he would vomit it out.
He endured it all the way, and when the helicopter landed, he quickly unbuckled his seat belt, ran to a nearby trash can, and vomited violently.
Shang Zhier bought two bottles of mineral water nearby and used them to rinse his mouth.
"Are you feeling better now?" Shang Zhier frowned. "I'll go to the pharmacy to buy some medicine."
Yan Huai shook his head and spit out the mouthwash. "Let's go back to the hotel. I want to lie down."
It was already 8pm when they arrived at the hotel. Yan Huai had no appetite and lay on the sofa playing with his phone. Shang Zhier bought some medicine as a backup, worried that Yan Huai would vomit again in the middle of the night.
At two o'clock in the morning, Yan Huai was no longer feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, but was hungry. He looked at Shang Zhier who was sleeping soundly beside him, tiptoed to the living room, and called the front desk to order a meal.
He was sitting in the living room eating with gusto. When Shang Zhier woke up and couldn't find anyone, he quietly walked up behind him, hugged him and asked, "Are you hungry?"
"Well, I feel much better now. I don't feel uncomfortable anymore." Yan Huai put down the spoon. "Do you want to taste it?"
Shang Zhier shook his head: "I don't want to eat. I ate too much last night."
Because Yan Huai vomited that day, the two of them spent the rest of the time lying in the hotel and did not engage in any other entertainment.
After a month of honeymoon, the two of them tried all kinds of things, including bondage play and suit play.
On the day he returned to China, Yan Huai started a live broadcast with his mobile phone.
"I'm going back to China today," Yan Huai said. "I was going to do a live broadcast for you guys a few days ago, but I felt unwell and vomited, so I didn't do it."
--Baby, what time will you arrive in China?
--Are you sick? Pat your head and have a good rest.
--Yan Huai's face has become thinner, oh my god.
--Is the handsome guy you're dating next to you?
"It might be evening when we get to China, and we still have to transfer." Yan Huai stared at the phone screen. "I feel better now. I don't feel uncomfortable anymore."
"Is your partner next to you?" Yan Huai smiled, reached out and grabbed Shang Zhier's right hand and shook it.
--Ahhhhhhhh, so sweet!
--Mom, I got it! The couple I'm rooting for is real, it must be Shang Zhier!
--I suspect it's He Xuan. I firmly believe that they are in love.
Can I have a kiss? Can the person show their face?
"No." Yan Huai said.
--What a pity, it seems like I know what the object looks like.
--What did you have for lunch? Huaihuai.
--Did you have fun? Where did you go?
Yan Huai charged his phone with a charger and answered the questions one by one: "She's very beautiful. I had salad for lunch. I've been having stomach issues lately and have been eating some grass. I'm very happy in Hawaii. Coconut milk is delicious. I'd like to recommend something delicious to you: coconut pudding. It's very fragrant and sweet."
--Can I make a heart shape with my partner?
--I've made a note of the coconut pudding. I'm going to try it.
--Eating salad again, eat more meat, Huaihuai.
How long will the live broadcast be today?
Yan Huai turned his head and said, "Give me a heart."
Shang Zhier stretched out his index and middle fingers, made a half heart shape, and came over. Yan Huai bent his fingers and corrected them: "Bend your palm and make this kind of heart shape, the center of the circle."
The two of them made a heart shape with their hands, and Yan Huai continued, "I'm going to have hotpot when I get back home. I really want to eat hotpot. I'll be live streaming for maybe ten minutes. I have to catch a plane."
--Bye-Bye!
--Safe takeoff and landing!
--I just arrived, why did you get off?
--Don’t go, don’t turn off the live broadcast, baby!
Yan Huai waved his hand and turned off the live broadcast.
Shang Zhier had already packed his luggage. The two of them left the hotel and transferred to a new flight. It was already one o'clock in the morning when they landed in the country.
Tao Ning brought the two cats over in the morning. As soon as they got home, the cats ran over and meowed non-stop. Yan Huai sat on the ground and broke open the freeze-dried food to feed them.
The short honeymoon ended just like that. Yan Huai felt like he was dreaming and woke up before he could react.
Yuan Meng helped him get a new movie script, with a lot of scenes and him playing the leading male role. Filming will start after the Mid-Autumn Festival.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Shang Zhier and Yan Huai returned home together.
Guoguo and Doudou have grown up a lot. Now they are troubled by math problems every day. Why are addition and subtraction so difficult?
Guoguo walked up to Yan Huai with her homework book and said, "Uncle, I only have ten fingers, what should I do?"
Shang Che ate a grape and laughed when he heard this: "How many more fingers do you want?"
Yan Huai pinched Guoguo's face: "Why do you need so many fingers?"
"There's a math problem. What's 8+9?" Guoguo counted on her fingers. "I'm still a few fingers short. Uncle, please lend me nine fingers."
Everyone in the room was laughing so hard. The children's worries were really simple. They were just troubled by math problems. Having only ten fingers was a big deal for them at that time.
Yan Huai stretched out his hand and said, "I'll lend it to you."
Guoguo counted several times and concluded that 8+9 equals 17.
She calculated correctly, but Doudou started to make a fuss again because his question was 9+9 and he only had ten fingers.
Yan Huai had no choice but to lend it to him again. Yan Huai really wanted to tell him that it was equal to 18, but seeing his furrowed brow and serious expression, he couldn't say it.
Halfway through their homework, the two children heard it was time for dinner and immediately forgot about their homework. They only focused on the crabs, moon cakes, spare ribs, and shark fins on the table...
Shang Zhier peeled two crabs for Yan Huai and drank a little wine.
"Is it delicious? Would you like to try the fried one? It's delicious too." Shang Zhier pointed to the golden and crispy crab coated with flour and fried.
"That's enough. I can't eat anymore." Yan Huai washed his hands and stood on the balcony with Shang Zhier.
A mooncake was broken into two pieces, and they each ate half of the one with egg yolk and lotus seed paste.
"The moon is so bright and round tonight," Yan Huai said, "I just heard your brother call you Er Er."
Shang Zhier said, "A nickname."
"Er Er Er," Yan Huai said, "I'm going to call you Shang Er Er Er, hahahahahaha."
"If you want to call me Shang Erer," Shang Zhier glanced at him, "then I can only call you Yan Huaihuai."
"Shang Erer, there are still grapefruits in the kitchen, right?" Yan Huai asked.
Shang Zhier nodded.
The two looked at each other and went to the kitchen to tinker with the grapefruit, peeling it and taking out the pulp.
Yan Huai took out a glass jar from the cabinet, cleaned it, disinfected it with white wine, added a layer of pomelo pulp and a layer of rock sugar, and then filled it up with wine.
"Will I be able to drink it during the Mid-Autumn Festival next year?" Yan Huai wondered.
Shang Zhier wrapped the jar in brown paper and tied it tightly with rope. "We need to bury it in the ground. It will ferment better there."
"We won't be able to find where we buried it next year," Yan Huai held the jar and went to the backyard with Shang Zhier.
Shang Zhier started digging with a shovel, making so much noise that Shang Che poked his head out from upstairs: "What are you doing?"
"Bury the wine." Shang Zhier put down the shovel.
"Don't dig up the flowers planted by your sister-in-law." Shang Che said and closed the window.
Yan Huai stared at the pit and said, "It's not deep enough."
Shang Zhi dug out twenty and two shovels of soil, and then Yan Huai put the wine in it and covered it with soil with his hands. Gradually, the pit was filled.
In order to prevent them from getting lost, they found a wooden sign and put it above the ground.
The wooden sign reads - Mid-Autumn Festival on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, grapefruit wine.
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