The feast does not end, hugs and kisses are given in private...
Wei Jing had thought about this before. If he didn't run a film and television company and had several artists relying on him for their livelihood, he might have actually started a variety show and recruited antique masters from all over the world to appraise treasures for him.
Cheng Sizhou appeared calm on the surface, but the complaints in his mind were enough to fill three pages. It was New Year's Day and he had encountered a ghost. As a full-time cultural relic restorer, he had to go out to appraise treasures for others. Wouldn't that be so embarrassing that his teeth would fall out?
But then again, the fact that the overbearing CEO actually knows Zichuan proves that they are related in business? Or perhaps, a superior-subordinate relationship?
Okay, no matter how difficult it is to chat today, we have to continue chatting.
Fortunately, the old brand’s food serving efficiency is very guaranteed, and soon the table was filled with dishes one after another.
Cheng Sizhou quickly changed the subject and started talking about food, one anecdote after another, which made Wei Xiaoming laugh so hard that Wei Jing could no longer force him to talk about cultural relics.
The overbearing president was itching to do so. With his financial resources, it was not impossible for him to invite several scholars to "appreciate" the cultural relics.
But he was afraid of encountering people who would come over and criticize him after taking his money, which would only make him uncomfortable. In addition, due to the age gap, he really couldn't get along with these professionals.
So, the teacher in front of me, Mr. Cheng, is very good. He is young, handsome, professional and sensible.
He wanted to get in touch with this person and invite people over to appreciate the treasures he had collected for a long time.
"Thank you for your hard work, godfather! You should have a piece of braised pork too!" Wei Xiaoming's face was covered with sauce. Seeing that Wei Jing didn't move his chopsticks for a long time, he took the initiative to "feed" him.
"Okay, okay, eat it yourself!" Wei Jing refused and let the piece of meat fall into the bowl.
"We ordered so many dishes, it would be a waste if we don't eat them. Godfather, you're not trying to lose weight, so why don't you eat?"
"Who said I don't want to lose weight? I have to stay in shape too, okay?"
"No need to lose weight, godfather is still handsome even if he's a little fatter."
Cheng Sizhou and Wen Zichuan looked at each other and both realized that the relationship between the two was unusual.
Wen Zichuan knew more, especially when he found that even though Wei Jing was disgusted, he still quietly ate the braised pork while Wei Xiaoming was not paying attention, a guess in his heart was completely confirmed.
Wei Jing likes Wei Xiaoming.
What about Wei Xiaoming? Does he also like Wei Jing, the man who is more than a decade older than him and whom he calls his "godfather"?
"Mr. Wei, Xiaoming, thank you for treating me. I wish you a happy new year and everything goes well." Wen Zichuan picked up the glass. There was no wine in it. He replaced it with Coke as Wei Xiaoming asked.
"Happy New Year!" Wei Xiaoming clinked glasses with him and drank most of it in one gulp.
Wei Jing just nodded, took a sip, put down the cup, and warned Wei Xiaoming to drink less carbonated drinks.
"Happy New Year! Can't you just stop meddling in my affairs?" Wei Xiaoming curled his lips and turned to Wen Zichuan, "What are you guys going to do after dinner? There are still a few hours until New Year's Eve. We can't just sit around and wait, can we?"
Wen Zichuan was stunned by his question. He hadn't specifically thought about what to do with Cheng Sizhou. It seemed that as long as the two of them were together, even if it was just to stare blankly and chat, it would be fine.
"Let's go to the night market." Wei Xiaoming suggested.
"Visiting the night market?!" Wen Zichuan looked at Wei Jing. As expected, Wei Jing frowned when he heard it.
What kind of place is a night market? A mix of small vendors fill several streets, filled with shoddy products without labels and food with crude flavors. It's noisy and crowded. A wealthy person like Mr. Wei would never go to such a place in his life.
"You are not allowed to go." Wei Jing objected with a cold face.
"Why won't you let me go?" Wei Xiaoming puffed out his cheeks. "You said you'd listen to me today, why are you turning your back on me?!"
"Do you know that the drama you're starring in has entered its promotional period? What would you do if fans recognized you and blocked you in the alley to take pictures?"
"Tsk! You're talking like I'm some superstar. If I were a superstar, earning hundreds of millions every year, it would be fine if I wasn't allowed to do this or that, but I'm still a student and I don't have many fans. Why do you always restrict me?"
Wei Xiaoming became more and more excited as he spoke, and even started to cry at the end.
Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou were outsiders after all, and didn't understand their affairs, so they didn't know how to persuade them.
"Am I restricting you?! I am training you! You will be twenty years old next year, can't you understand a little bit?" Wei Jing was also angry. When he said words like "it's for your own good" in anger, he did look like a godfather.
A good New Year's Eve dinner was about to be ruined by this father-son couple, so Wen Zichuan had to come up with an idea: "How about this, Brother Zhou and I will go to the night market and make a video for you. If there is anything you like or want, we will buy it for you."
"No, I want to go by myself!" Wei Xiaoming gritted his teeth. Who doesn't live to prove himself?
In the end, the high-ranking President Wei made a difficult concession, and the group went to the night market in a mighty manner.
Because there were so many people, shoulder to shoulder, and they had to stop every few steps, Wen Zichuan and Wei Xiaoming both put on masks.
"Zichuan Zichuan, look what this is? An octopus? It has more than eight claws." Wei Xiaoming found everything new and picked up things from the stall and put them on himself to measure them.
"Head massagers also have another name: soul extractors."
"Really? It feels like an electric shock, numb, hahaha." Wei Xiaoming leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I don't think either of us can use it. Only when you're as old as your godfather would you need a head massage."
Wen Zichuan looked at him in surprise and thought to himself, you little ancestor are so brave.
As they strolled around, they were divided into three teams by the crowd - Wei Xiaoming and Wen Zichuan walked in the front; Lan Qin followed closely behind with bodyguards; Wei Jing was not interested in these things, and just grabbed Cheng Sizhou and insisted on chatting about cultural relics in the noisy crowd.
At the intersection of the two alleys, there is an open space of moderate size. The music and drum beats fly out from the layers of blockades, attracting people to come.
Hearing someone singing, Wei Xiaoming became even more curious, but unfortunately he was a fist shorter than Wen Zichuan, and he couldn't see him no matter how he jumped left and right. He wanted to squeeze in by bending over, but was stopped by Lan Qin.
More and more people were jogging over. Cheng Sizhou didn't care about Wei Jing. He quickly pushed through the crowd, grabbed Wen Zichuan's wrist, and held him in his arms. Even so, he was still bumped by someone's backpack and almost fell.
"Are you okay?" Wen Zichuan supported him.
"It's okay." Cheng Sizhou pressed the place where he was hit.
The two avoided the crowd, exited the main road, found a bench on the street to sit down and rest, and when they looked back, they found that they had lost contact with Mr. Wei and the others.
"Oh my God, there are too many people. Not to mention the big stars, I can't handle it." Cheng Sizhou stretched himself out, feeling that the mental strength he had accumulated for a year was exhausted in one night.
"Why does Xiaoming want to come to the night market? I thought he was a spoiled kid." Wen Zichuan helped him spread out the things and breathed a sigh of relief.
"The emperor also had to travel to the south of the Yangtze River six times, in disguise. When he got tired of the delicacies from land and sea, he would miss the simple meals."
"Maybe. Although we are friends, it feels like he and I are from different worlds."
"It doesn't matter. As long as they're not bad people, we can be friends. More friends means more paths."
Wen Zichuan smiled helplessly: "It would be better if he wasn't so clingy."
Apart from Cheng Sizhou, he was still very resistant to physical contact with others. It didn't matter who they were, it seemed as if he just couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.
Cheng Sizhou also laughed: "Then I will ask him to keep his distance from you, otherwise I will ask President Wei to stop giving him pocket money!"
"You are too mean. Children will hold grudges for a long time."
"Hey, your elbows are sticking out, aren't they? What do you call that? Forgetting your feelings when you see your friends?"
"Who forgets color? What color... Ugh!"
The buildings on the street blocked the dim yellow light, and the two were trapped in an ambiguous shadow.
Cheng Sizhou embraced Wen Zichuan, pulled up the wide hood of his down jacket, and kissed his cold and soft lips under the cover of the fabric.
The affectionate kiss dispels the winter chill and blocks out the noisy sounds; the gentle touch dissolves all the rush and makes every air molecule around become lively and lovely.
Wen Zichuan nestled in his arms, and through his bright pupils saw another self, a self who was determined to "give love" and also determined to "receive love."
"It's getting late. Do you want to go back and participate in the New Year's Eve countdown?" Cheng Sizhou stroked his beautiful jawline.
"Let's not go. Let's find a place with fewer people, just the two of us, okay?" Wen Zichuan kissed his fingers.
"Understood!" Cheng Sizhou made a handsome gesture.
Two kilometers north, the two rented a tandem bicycle at a rental point and continued riding northeast along the greenway around the city. They reached the beach in about half an hour.
Riding a bicycle in the middle of winter is so cold that if I hadn't worn gloves and a mask, I would probably have been frozen to the point of having facial paralysis.
"Go! Brother Zhou!" Wen Zichuan was in a very good mood. While stepping on the pedals, he cheered for someone who was pedaling hard.
"Where are your hands?! Behave yourself and stop tickling!" Cheng Sizhou gripped the steering wheel tightly, saying that someone was so bold that he dared to use the ticklish spot on his waist as an accelerator while he was riding a bike!
"I didn't! Really! I just touched you accidentally. Don't be so sensitive."
"Come on, let's switch and see who is more sensitive, ok?"
Wen Zichuan didn't respond and just kept smiling. The scenery on both sides, which was immersed in the night, was like frames of silent films, sliding quickly backwards. The winding greenway in front was like a long river of time, stretching to the end of the distant years.
The smell of the sea became stronger and stronger, until dark and rugged waves appeared in sight.
"We're here, get off the car." Cheng Sizhou patted his buttocks.
"Where is this?" Wen Zichuan looked around. "It's pitch black and scary."
"Come with me and you'll find out. Can I sell you out?"
"I'm not worth much, unlike Master Cheng, who has a wealthy family and is very generous."
Hey! I learned a few words and I'm nitpicking!
It was dark and the road was slippery at night, so Cheng Sizhou "put aside past grudges" and took him to a higher place. Ten minutes later, they stopped in front of a Chinese-style villa.
"What... Meng, what villa?" There were calligraphy written in a flamboyant style hanging in front of the door, and the light was dim, so Wen Zichuan could not see clearly.
"We welcome guests at the Meng family villa." Cheng Sizhou said, pushing the door open and walking inside.
The name "Meng's Villa" reminded Wen Zichuan of Heting Manor. Fortunately, it was just a single-family house with a yard, far less vast and deep than Heting.
"Hello, are there any rooms available?" Cheng Sizhou walked in and greeted the receptionist.
"The place is booked out tonight, so we won't be accepting other guests." The young man quickly glanced at the two of them, then immediately lowered his head to look at his phone, probably in the middle of a game.
"Book the whole place? Mr. Meng changed the rules? Can we book the whole place here?" Cheng Sizhou was shocked.
"Why not? You can do it if you have money." The young man didn't even look up, and his tone became even colder.
Cheng Sizhou had brought Wen Zichuan here on a whim, originally hoping to find a warm place to chat or watch a movie, and then fall asleep in each other's arms at the stroke of midnight. Tomorrow morning, they could have a leisurely breakfast by the sea. While not bustling, it would still be romantic.
Unfortunately, things did not go as planned, and I don’t know if there are any other hotels or B&Bs nearby.
"It's okay, Brother Zhou, let's go to another place." Wen Zichuan said generously.
They were about to leave when a familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind them: "It's true that we meet everywhere in life, you two."
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