A dream of embracing each other that was awakened in the nightmare
Before long, both of them were sweating lightly.
"Okay, now you're a real clingy person." Cheng Sizhou scratched his neck and joked with him.
"Brother Zhou," Wen Zichuan said, standing up, his eyes flickering. "You said you wanted to go to Fengbo. Is that true?"
Cheng Sizhou lay down, put his arm around his waist, and said shamelessly, "I'm here to wish your mother a happy new year and to propose marriage at the same time."
Wen Zichuan knew he was joking, but he took it seriously for a moment.
After the joy, there is a long and endless loss.
He knew that in order to be with Cheng Sizhou openly, in addition to making more money, he also had to deal with both sets of parents from the Cheng and Jiang families.
Another thing is to convince your mother.
In the eyes of her son, Lin Hanzhen's marriage was unhappy. His father abandoned his wife and children and went overseas, and his mother raised him alone, having a hard time for more than 20 years.
I still remember when I was little, the neighbor's aunt said to me, "Oh, you're a boy from a single-parent family. It's going to be hard to find a wife when you grow up."
Lin Hanzhen, who was passing by and heard what was going on, immediately took him home and said to him seriously, "Xiaochuan, listen to this! From now on, you're not allowed to be with anyone who looks down on you. When you grow up, you can choose not to marry and live on your own, but you must not be so self-deprecating as to curry favor with others and allow them to trample on your dignity."
He didn't quite understand it when he was a child, but at every stage of his life as he grew up, there were always people who would talk about him behind his back and even insult and bully him because of his family.
He followed Lin Hanzhen's teachings and stayed away from these people, so he had very few friends around him.
But Cheng Sizhou never looked down on himself. He was different from everyone else.
In Wen Zichuan's imagination, if he told his mother that he wanted to be with a boy who "respected him", his mother might not completely object.
The only person my mother opposed was Cheng Sizhou. It wasn't because Brother Zhou had done anything wrong, but because she couldn't let go of the old knot of having begged for help and lost face in the Lin family.
There is plenty of time during the New Year holiday, so he must find an opportunity to explain things to her and resolve her worries.
Seeing him silent, Cheng Sizhou thought he had said something wrong, so he changed his words and said, "I was just teasing you. Do you think Brother Zhou is such a reckless person?"
Wen Zichuan sat astride his lap, staring at him frankly and eagerly, preparing for the worst. "Brother Zhou, I don't mind living a life of secrecy with you. As long as I can be with you, it doesn't matter to me whether it's secretive or not. But you definitely can't do that. Your family won't agree, so I'm also happy to behave well and work hard to gain their approval. I know this road is particularly difficult, so let's support each other and move forward. When there's no other way, we can think of other ways, okay?"
"Okay, why not? You're so nice that I can't resist you." Cheng Sizhou held his hands, one on each side, and his eyes were red as he looked up and down. "From now on, I will listen to you. Whether you want to make our relationship public or just live in secret, no matter the road ahead is a broad one or a thorny one, I will accompany you. As long as you don't leave me."
Wen Zichuan leaned over, his ear close to his chest: "I can't bear to leave you."
On the bed, the charming scent had not yet dissipated, and it diffused from somewhere where their skin touched.
After confessing their feelings, both of them couldn't help but tremble slightly when they kissed, eager to merge into one.
Wen Zichuan's tears came out due to the strong stimulation, like dew-covered peach blossoms in the morning mist, not only beautiful but also attractive.
Cheng Sizhou gave himself up completely. When the opponent was anxious, he would go fast. When the opponent was calm, he would go slow. It was quite fun to play the game of advancing and retreating together and learning from each other.
He did not feel ashamed to give up the initiative in such matters. Instead, he felt at ease because there was someone who would always take care of him. He did not need to "beg" for anything, and he would not "beg and not get" or fail and leave.
Suddenly, a slight vibration came from somewhere, breaking into the warmth in the room.
"Brother Zhou, what's that sound?" Wen Zichuan asked.
"Where's the sound?" The door was closed, Cheng Sizhou heard nothing, and even suspected that he had misheard.
Wen Zichuan remembered that they had left their cell phones in the living room, so maybe there was a call coming in, but when he wanted to listen again, there was no sound.
"Could it be that the phone is ringing?"
"No way, who would call so late?"
"I don't know. I contacted my mother this afternoon, and it probably wasn't her."
"That can't possibly be my parents. My dad never calls me, and my mom is on night shift tonight. She's very busy at this hour."
"How about going back for one?"
"Forget it, I won't go. I'll just pretend I went to bed early and didn't hear it."
Cheng Sizhou was disappointed. The last time someone called him at this time was Liu Shixing. He borrowed someone else's cell phone and public phone just to ask for money.
But he has decided tonight to devote all his time to Wen Zichuan, not going anywhere and ignoring anyone who comes. After all, they will be separated tomorrow, and he has to rely on the warmth accumulated tonight to survive the cold of the next week of separation.
"Then, shall we continue?" Wen Zichuan blinked and smiled at him.
"Okay, let's continue." Cheng Sizhou looked at him and smiled, his heart skipping a beat.
The tacit understanding brought by the familiarity made the subsequent process go smoothly. In the mist, white seagulls rode the wind, flew over the burning fires in the lava pass, and flew over the vast wasteland where all the trees revived. The more they flew, the brighter and freer they became, until they crashed into the nine-layer frosty sky. After the scream, it left behind a faint and mottled white feather mark.
I don't know how much time passed, but both of them were exhausted.
"Let's go and take a shower." Cheng Sizhou pulled him but didn't move himself.
"You can't move, you wash first." Wen Zichuan felt that in addition to external injuries, he also suffered internal injuries. Otherwise, why were his waist, legs and limbs all so sore and swollen, and he couldn't even lift them?
"Then don't wash it, go to sleep."
"No, I have to wash."
"I want to wash but I won't move. What should I do?"
"Brother Zhou is so smart, he must know what to do."
Cheng Sizhou saw him stretching out his arms towards him and immediately understood. He didn't want to spoil him at first, but when he saw the messy red marks on his body, he felt a little ashamed. He had to force himself to get up and be carried into the bathroom.
Wen Zichuan achieved his goal and felt energized as soon as he entered the shower room: "Shall I sing a song for you?"
Cheng Sizhou was speechless, but couldn't help laughing: "Hurry up and wash, little ancestor, I have to wash after you finish washing."
The shower room was filled with steam, and the transparent glass reflected the slender and well-proportioned body curves.
Wen Zichuan looked at Cheng Sizhou through the fog, and sang a very, very old song accompanied by the sound of splashing water.
“The moon sets and the crows cry, a thousand years of wind and frost remain, and the sound of the waves still cannot be heard from the night before. How can you and I today repeat the story of yesterday? Can this old ticket allow me to board your passenger ship…”[1]
Cheng Sizhou frowned and smiled: "What kind of taste do you have? You're almost as good as my dad."
"Just catch up with your dad. When I was a kid, my family had a radio and my mom would put a tape in and start singing this song. I could hum it before I could even speak."
"Why are you suddenly nostalgic?"
"I don't know, I just felt happy," Wen Zichuan wiped the water off his face, "My mother said that when I heard this song, I laughed and clapped my hands to the beat on the bed..."
Cheng Sizhou imagined the scene he described, and a long-lasting, calm joy surged in his heart.
Zichuan's song was still going on, his voice was quiet and gentle, like a warm breeze with fragrance, blowing across the silent mountains covered with dandelions.
He looked outside from the corner of the window sill. It was snowing again. The sky and the earth were covered with white snow.
They slept in each other's arms on a quiet snowy night.
Although the winter is cold when the lights are far away, it rarely snows. The chaotic and empty white between the sky and the earth confuses the boundary between dreams and reality, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.
"Hello, Dad?" Cheng Sizhou answered the phone in a daze.
"Something happened to Mr. Jiang. Come to the hospital." Cheng Xuecheng's voice was colder than the winter night.
"Master?! What happened to him?"
"Car accident."
Car accident?!
Cheng Sizhou broke out in a cold sweat. When he listened again, there was a busy tone: "Dad, please explain clearly, Dad——"
I suddenly opened my eyes and found that the bedroom was quiet, with only the air conditioner standby light emitting a faint and long light.
"Huh..." Cheng Sizhou breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was indeed a dream. Old Cheng was arrogant and would ask Ms. Wang to convey things to him if he had any, so it was impossible for him to call him personally.
Zichuan is still sleeping, maybe he was too tired last night.
"Brother Zhou." Realizing that the person next to him had moved out of the bed, Wen Zichuan rubbed his eyes and shouted.
"It's still early, you should sleep a little longer." Cheng Sizhou kissed his face, got up and put on his clothes.
Wen Zichuan closed his eyes and put his arms around his neck, rubbing it reluctantly twice before he agreed in a daze.
The closer it gets to the end of the year, the less he wants to go to work. However, in these last two days, Cheng Sizhou not only has to go, but also has to carefully finish the work at hand.
He leaned over to tuck the quilt in for Wen Zichuan, then tiptoed out of the bedroom.
The first thing I do when I wake up is to look for my cell phone.
Cheng Sizhou saw two mobile phones placed next to each other in the living room. They were exactly the same model. The charging cable of one of them was accidentally pulled loose. It had been charging for a whole night in vain, and now it was out of power and turned off.
When I opened another one, my big face appeared on the screensaver, and I knew it was Wen Zichuan's at a glance.
Cheng Sizhou wailed silently in his heart, realizing that he was the only unlucky person in this family.
Fortunately, the biological clock I develop every day works, otherwise I would have fallen asleep and been late for work.
He plugged in the power cord and pressed the power button. Suddenly, more than a dozen missed calls popped up on the screen. The high-frequency vibration almost made him throw the phone away.
"What's going on?"
As he scrolled down, his scalp tingled. Most of the missed calls were from his father, who had called more than ten times in a row from early morning until dawn. However, the only one that rang twice and then stopped last night was his master's wife's number.
Why would Master's Wife call me?! Could it be that Master really...
Cheng Sizhou didn't dare to think about it too much. He took a deep breath and tried to sort out a clue from his confused thoughts.
If Master really got into trouble, wouldn't Master's wife contact him immediately? She would definitely find his parents and rush Master to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Then what was his father's intention in calling him more than ten times in a row?
Cheng Sizhou didn't dare to call back. After hesitating for a long time, he called Yu Ming.
"Hey, Senior Brother Yu, um..."
"Come to the hospital, everyone is here."
"Is it Master...?"
"Um."
Yu Ming is not a person who likes to joke. If he considers something to be important or urgent, he will never ignore or take it lightly.
Cheng Sizhou knew him, and just from his tone of voice, he could feel an uncontrollable nervousness.
"I'll be there right away." He hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.
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The author has something to say: [1] The lyrics are quoted from "The Sound of Waves Remains" by Chen Xiaoqi
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