Guan Shengye was about to tell Yi Mu that they would go back to China during the Qingming Festival to sweep his mother's grave.
Without saying a word, Yi Mu suddenly ran away.
He paused for a moment, then quickly chased after them.
Yi Mu vomited violently in the bathroom, almost bringing up all the bitterness in his body.
Guan Shengye stood outside the cubicle door, pressing his face against the door with concern, and asked, "Why did you throw up again? Let's go to the hospital."
Yi Mu raised his head, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth; he felt terrible.
He thought he might not be able to adapt to life abroad, and that his symptoms might improve a lot after he went back this time.
Yi Mu came out and, facing Guan Shengye's concerned gaze, he weakly shook his head: "I guess it's because of the change in environment. Let's book the plane tickets for tomorrow and go back quickly. I want to eat the stuffed plums that Aunt Lin makes."
Guan Shengye agreed.
The next day, they postponed all their itinerary, packed their bags, and rushed back to China.
For some traditional families, paying respects to ancestors during the Qingming Festival is a very important event.
Guan Shengye would always lay a bouquet of flowers at his mother's monument at this time of year, and this year was no exception.
Guan's father stood silently in front of the monument, and only told them to leave after Guan Shengye and his mother finished chatting.
"You guys go back first, I'll stay here a little longer."
The old man has been fishing and playing chess for the past two years and no longer pays attention to matters of love.
People tend to become more nostalgic as they get older.
On the way back, we encountered a huge traffic jam.
Yi Mu opened the car window, and the smell of car exhaust filled his nostrils. Strangely, he found it quite pleasant.
Guan Shengye saw him stick his head out the window and thought he was looking at something, so he leaned over and found that he was sniffing.
Guan Shengye was immediately shocked. "Baby, what are you doing?"
There's a huge traffic jam, so the air outside must be really stuffy.
The way the sheep looks is quite frightening.
Yi Mu turned to look at him, realizing that something was off about him. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he scratched his chin sheepishly. "I think it smells pretty good outside."
Guan Shengye was silent for a moment, then said decisively, "I'll take you to the hospital for a full checkup."
Guan Shengye followed Yi Mu to various departments for examinations.
While waiting, Yi Mu returned to the car and took out the jar of preserved plums that Lin Sao had prepared for him.
He opened the lid, smelled the aroma, and a look of pure bliss appeared on his face.
As soon as they got off the plane, he and Guan Shengye went straight to the Guan residence.
Fortunately, the plums in the house grew abundantly last year, and Aunt Lin pickled three large jars of them for cooking and snacking. There was still one jar left, and seeing that he liked it, she gave it all to him.
Yi Mu ate one himself and made one for Guan Shengye as well.
Guan Shengye doesn't like sour food, and Yi Mu didn't like it before either, but I don't know why his taste has changed.
He pinched Yi Mu's fair face and smiled mischievously: "It's too sour, I'll try a different way of eating it."
Yi Mu stared at him in confusion, and the next second, Guan Shengye's face loomed closer.
Guan Shengye didn't want to eat plums at all; he wanted to eat the person he liked.
His actions were too sudden; this was a hospital corridor.
Although it's a high-end private hospital, there are hospital staff and surveillance cameras.
The thought that someone might see them kissing on the other side of the computer screen made Yi Mu's face turn bright red.
He pushed Guan Shengye's shoulder and said angrily, "This is a hospital."
Guan Shengye said nonchalantly, "So what? We're not having an affair."
He licked his lips, a smile spreading across his face: "Mmm, both sour and sweet."
Yi Mu curiously bit into the plum, and the sourness made his face scrunch up, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.
"Where is it sweet?"
Guan Shengye wiped the corner of his mouth with his finger, revealing a doting smile that was irresistibly handsome: "Silly boy, you're the sweet one."
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