What's wrong with tossing and turning because you're jealous?
It was the rush hour after get off work, and there was a constant stream of people outside the barbecue restaurant in the alley.
Wen Zichuan sat on the street waiting while Cheng Sizhou went to the supermarket and bought a few cans of beer.
"Give it to me." Wen Zichuan reached out for the wine.
"You have a bad stomach, drink less." Cheng Sizhou handed over a can.
Wen Zichuan opened the can and gulped down half of it. Cheng Sizhou was so frightened that he rushed over to grab it: "What are you doing? Can't you drink it slowly? Are you kidding yourself?"
“Give it to me!”
"Stubborn, huh? What's wrong? You want to drown your sorrows in alcohol? You're going to ruin your stomach and end up in the hospital all night taking pills and injections?"
"Don't bother me. Who told you to bother me? I'm only bothering myself."
"Bullshit!" Cheng Sizhou reached out and pinched his chin, looking from left to right. "I've been watching you eat and sleep well lately, and your face has gained some weight. It looks much better than before. Let me tell you, I'm an investor in your body now. If you mess around and damage it, you have to pay me back, understand?"
"Brother Zhou..." Wen Zichuan felt embarrassed when his chin was pinched in public.
"Alright," Cheng Sizhou let him go. "If you're unhappy about anything, tell me. If you find the main road inconvenient, come home and tell me later."
After returning home, Cheng Sizhou immediately set up his preparations.
He specifically asked the store to pack the skewers into two boxes, one spicy and one non-spicy. After all, Wen Zichuan has a spicy stomach and loves to eat but is afraid of spicy food.
"Try it, the food is delicious. I used to go there often."
Wen Zichuan took the mutton skewers he handed to him and took a bite. It was indeed fat but not greasy, and its mouth was full of fragrance.
But! He would never admit that he was bribed by a barbecue. It's not that he didn't care, but he was too hungry to care.
"Tell me, why are you angry?" Cheng Sizhou didn't want him to keep his emotions overnight.
"I'm not angry." Wen Zichuan ate by himself.
"Don't want to talk?" Cheng Sizhou's face turned cold. "Okay, talk to me when you want to talk."
Wen Zichuan was provoked by him, and the suppressed emotions surfaced again: "Who are you to me? Do I have to tell you everything?"
The two of them have been living together for a while, and Cheng Sizhou slowly discovered that Zichuan was very similar to the little prince. He said one thing and meant another, and he always kept things to himself.
"We were together the whole afternoon. Who could you be angry about? It could only be me? If you don't tell me, I can't guess. So what should I do? Let the misunderstanding get deeper and deeper?" He steeled his resolve, planning to take drastic measures to cure his awkward temper. "If you still want to live with me, there can't be any grudges between us!"
Wen Zichuan was so angry, what should he say?
Could he say that he was not happy to see him carry Xu Yang down? Xu Yang was his classmate and colleague, they had known each other for so many years, so why should he be unhappy with it?
Cheng Sizhou stared at him without blinking. In fact, he was also afraid that he might have given too much medicine and really hurt someone.
"I shouldn't live here. You should ask your junior sister to share the rent with you!" Wen Zichuan got hot-headed and said this before running back to the bedroom, dragging out a suitcase to pack his things.
"Wen Zichuan!" Cheng Sizhou chased after him and grabbed his arm, but Wen Zichuan raised his elbow and hit him in the ribs without even looking!
"Ouch!" Cheng Sizhou gasped in pain, immediately hugged him from behind around the waist, and using his height advantage, threw him towards the bed.
There was an iron-hard arm around his waist. Wen Zichuan wanted to hit him but he couldn't use any strength. His feet left the ground and he was swung left and right. He simply gave up trying to keep his balance and grabbed the hand around his waist and struggled hard. As a result, he stumbled and fell onto the bed with Cheng Sizhou!
The bed board made a loud "bang" sound, but Wen Zichuan didn't feel any pain. It was obvious that the pain was in the part underneath.
Cheng Sizhou was dizzy from the fall and spoke weakly: "Have you had enough of the trouble..."
Wen Zichuan stood up and looked at him guiltily: "You had to pull me..."
"What if I don't pull you away and you run away?"
"Don't you dislike me and don't want me to live here?"
"Is your Chinese language taught by a physical education teacher? What I mean is, there shouldn't be any misunderstandings between us. If you think I'm doing something wrong or not good enough, just tell me and I'll correct it."
Cheng Sizhou spoke frankly, which made Wen Zichuan feel even more guilty. He half sat up and tried to pull Cheng Sizhou again, but Cheng Sizhou used up his last bit of strength, turned over and pressed him down on the bed.
"Brother Zhou..." Wen Zichuan stared at him, forgetting even to breathe.
Cheng Sizhou's eyes lit up with a different kind of fire: "You also misunderstood me and Xu Yang, didn't you? But between her and me, we are just ordinary colleagues, because I discovered when I was studying that I don't like women, I only like men."
"...You like men? Are you...gay?"
Cheng Sizhou sighed. He would tell Wen Zichuan about this sooner or later, but he didn't expect it to be in such a situation and such an occasion.
A peaceful and stable life is hard-earned, and he didn't want Wen Zichuan to misunderstand him because of this, and let his health, which he had worked so hard to improve, deteriorate again because of worries and troubles.
"The only thing I can't change is my sexual orientation." He let go of Wen Zichuan and pulled him up. "When I invited you to come and share the apartment, I hesitated, afraid that you would misunderstand. But you've also seen during this period that sharing an apartment is just sharing an apartment. I won't do anything out of line with you. You... aren't afraid?"
"What's there to be afraid of?" Wen Zichuan raised the corner of his lips unconsciously, "There are quite a lot of people like us in this industry."
"That's right. Zhou Yitang said that the BL works of Di Sheng account for half of the market. Although they are not the same thing, you often collaborate with Di Sheng, so you should be familiar with them."
"When I was doing online matching, the regulations were not so strict. In fact, I did a lot of matching."
Chatting in the bedroom always felt weird, especially after the fight. Wen Zichuan was even hungrier, so he ran back to the dining room and opened a can of beer to calm his nerves.
Cheng Sizhou also sat back down and took the roasted pork belly he handed him. He took a mouthful of meat with such satisfaction: "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what made you want to work in the dubbing industry?"
Wen Zichuan grabbed a piece of vegetarian food and munched on it. "When I was in college, I joined an online dubbing club and dubbed some radio dramas adapted from books and games as a hobby."
"Did you make money when you were in college?"
"Basically, I don't. It's just a hobby. Occasionally, I'll come across a film that pays me some hard work, but it's only enough for a meal in a restaurant."
"Even if I don't have money, I still have popularity."
"It has accumulated some popularity, but it's not a good thing."
Cheng Sizhou smelled gossip and waited eagerly for him to tell his story. Wen Zichuan didn't want to tell it at first, but he couldn't persuade him, so he hid the names of people and places and told him a mosaic version of the story.
There was a boy in the club that Wen Zichuan was in at the time, and he was often paired with a couple, but that boy was as straightforward as could be. He not only flirted with female fans who liked him, but also asked them out to have dinner and play together if he met a beautiful one.
As the saying goes, if you walk by the river often, you will get your feet wet.
That boy's various schemes led to a "murder case." I still remember the female fan lying miserably on the abortion table, sending him hundreds of messages cursing him, and he didn't even dare to reply. In the end, it was Wen Zichuan who went to the hospital to pay for the surgery.
"Are you stupid?" Cheng Sizhou was so angry that he cursed. Although the girl deserved sympathy, the one who was inexplicably cheated was Wen Zichuan.
"If it were you in that situation, you wouldn't just stand by and watch someone die," Wen Zichuan explained.
"After I save him, I will definitely hit him with a hammer, and then cut off all ties with him and never have any contact with him again."
Wen Zichuan nodded. He agreed with Cheng Sizhou's statement, but they had been doing dubbing together for several years, and when they completely broke up, they were actually more sad than disappointed.
"Later, the girl found out that I paid for the surgery, so she asked someone to find out about me and said she wanted to thank me in person."
"Have you seen her?"
"No, and I cancelled all my social media accounts and changed my phone number. To her, it was as if I had disappeared from the face of the earth."
"Why do you do that?"
"Because she's a very radical person, she wanted me to help her fight that boy, but I didn't want to be taken advantage of. So, once you become famous, people will have more expectations and higher demands. I can't meet them and don't want to face them. I just hope to make a living with my craft."
"So old-fashioned," Cheng Sizhou muttered, but then stopped himself mid-sentence. "So what about now? With the pressures of life, do you think it's better to be more famous and earn more?"
Wen Zichuan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe I should put it another way. I want to become better. Only by becoming better can I deserve higher popularity and make more money."
Cheng Sizhou tapped the can, his well-proportioned and beautiful joints swaying before his eyes: "You are quite ambitious."
"Brother Zhou," Wen Zichuan imitated him and clicked the beer can in his hand, "I've made up my mind. I want to sign the second one."
"Okay, once you've made up your mind, just go for it! I believe your dream will come true! Brother Zhou wishes you a bright future, rapid success, and may you become a big, big star!"
The can made a crisp sound when it hit the ground in mid-air. He only felt that Cheng Sizhou's pure and earnest eyes looked straight into his heart, taking root in every inch of his skin and bones - first the pain of breaking through the ground, and then the joy of love growing.
The night is as cool as water, and the sky is gloomy.
Cheng Sizhou was drunk. He ruffled his hair into a mess, smiled foolishly, sniffed, and began to sob.
Wen Zichuan pulled his hand: "No more drinking, go to sleep."
"Where are we going? I can't go... Please don't go. Don't go," Cheng Sizhou stood up shakily and hugged him. "Let's stay in Dengyuan together. I'll draw... I'll teach you how to draw and support you..."
He was drunk, and his words were still off-topic. Although Wen Zichuan couldn't understand why he wanted to paint again, the words "support you" still touched his heart: "You don't want to repair porcelain anymore? Don't you want your treasures anymore?"
Cheng Sizhou held his shoulders, blinked twice slowly, and wiped away his tears: "It's you..."
"It's me." Wen Zichuan had no idea that he had such a low alcohol tolerance that he knocked over two or three cans of beer.
Cheng Sizhou didn't answer, but hugged him again, muttering incoherently: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
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