They kissed
Around noon, the temperature in the hall was gradually rising. Chu Sinian took a moment to check the three constant temperature system and found that the indoor temperature had reached 26 degrees Celsius.
He closed his laptop, drew back the living room curtains, and bright light flooded the room. Chu Sinian looked up at the sky, the light forcing him to half-close his eyes.
Today is a rare sunny day.
Chu Sinian took out his phone from his pocket and sent a message to Chen Chi.
Chu Sinian: [Have you arrived in the UAE yet?]
There was no reply from the other party.
Chu Sinian didn't pay much attention. He turned his back to the rising sun, looked at the empty house, and suddenly became a little dazed.
He didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Should he go do the numerical simulation or have lunch?
At this time every day, Chen Chi is probably cooking in the kitchen. According to his planned January menu, he's having Cantonese food for lunch today.
His economic situation is not what it used to be, so he has to save money for scientific research, so Chu Sinian did not ask anyone to come to his house to do it.
He checked the refrigerator and found some frozen beef and mutton, and some easily preserved fruits and vegetables, but no ingredients suitable for Cantonese cuisine.
Chu Sinian picked up his phone, opened WeChat, and seeing that no one was replying to his messages, he randomly searched for cooking tutorials.
He chose a simple and easy-to-make dish: stir-fried corn kernels with minced meat.
He broke the corn into pieces and put them in a bowl for later use, then chopped it with a knife. Chu Sinian was not used to knives, and his chopping movements were quite clumsy as he relied on brute force. Afterward, he followed the tutorial to marinate the minced meat, and when choosing seasonings, he had to carefully look at and smell them to know what they were.
After marinating, he tried to recall Chen Chi's appearance when cooking.
Chen Chi looks quite pleasing to the eye when he cooks.
He would roll up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his strong and muscular forearms. With an effortless flick of his wrist, he could flip the food in the pot over.
Chu Sinian chuckled, but not quite controlling his strength, and some bits of meat rolled onto the table.
When he brought the only cooked dish to the island, he also tidied up the kitchen.
He tasted it while replying to the message he had received just ten minutes earlier.
C: [Prepare to meet with the person in charge. It should be a little after 11 a.m. in China now. I've asked someone to send lunch; remember to eat.]
Chu Sinian replied: 【What about you? Have you eaten yet?】
C: [You've eaten. I won't be home to keep an eye on you, so make sure you eat well.]
Chu Sinian: [Okay, I just cooked some vegetables, but they didn't taste very good.]
C: [You should be looking at data at this time, why are you suddenly cooking?]
Chu Sinian: [I want to eat your cooking.]
Two minutes later, the other party replied: "Be good, I'll be back as soon as possible."
Chu Sinian's inexplicable emotions from before were inexplicably soothed from afar. He replied with an "okay," told Chen Chi to focus on his work, and then put down his phone to wait for the food Chen Chi had ordered to arrive.
For the next two days, Chu Sinian was simulating numerical models based on the latest stargazing data sent by Professor Isabella. The process failed several times due to uncontrollable errors, which took a lot of time.
He finished his mission ahead of schedule and went to the research institute next to Dong'an University.
Professor Isabella is still out in the remote areas of New Zealand, outsmarting the locals. Only a few scholars remain in the laboratory, either debugging equipment damaged by extreme weather or typing on their computers.
Upon seeing Chu Sinian and the others, he nodded slightly and greeted them, "Senior Brother."
Chu Sinian nodded, “I have almost finished processing the latest data sent by the professor, but there will still be deviations in the modeling. I have already constructed most of the possibilities. You can contact Professor Quan and ask him if there are any errors or omissions in his previous theory.”
“Okay, senior brother, but why did you suddenly ask us to contact you?” The scholar was a little puzzled. “I don’t mean to question you, it’s just that you usually like to do everything yourself.”
Chu Sinian could tell that he meant no harm. Because of their different research directions, the scholars in the laboratory were not good at data analysis and physical modeling, and were somewhat different from those who specialized in these areas.
And because this direction is too tedious and difficult, every day you face a bunch of cold data, repeatedly build ideas, type out several lines of code and then delete them, your eyes will get tired.
Therefore, when Professor Isabella met the orphan of her old friend, she did not hesitate to cultivate his interest in astronomy. From the initial gentle guidance to the later ruthless exploitation, she forced Chu Sinian to forge his own path.
He handed the notebook to the scholar, saying, "You'll all get to know each other eventually, and I have other things to do."
The scholar took it with a headache and a pained expression, saying, "We will finish it. Thank you for your hard work, senior."
Chu Sinian patted them on the shoulder and said, "If all else fails, I can wait for you to come back and handle it. It should take about two or three days."
The scholar who had been debugging the equipment came over and said firmly, "We will finish it!"
Chu Sinian raised an eyebrow, seeing the enthusiasm in his eyes, "Alright, best of luck to you."
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Before flying to Mexico, Chu Sinian hesitated for a while when buying his ticket, unsure whether to buy first class, economy class, or compromise and buy business class.
In the past, Chu Sinian would never have needed to think about these issues, but considering the nearly seventeen-hour flight time, he still headed towards first class.
How long would the journey from day to night take? He thought it would only take a moment when the flight crossed the borders of various countries.
Upon landing in Cancun, Mexico, the temperature was noticeably high. As soon as Chu Sinian stepped out of the airport, his drowsy head was stunned by the intense heat.
He pulled up the hotel information that Yi Fan had sent him and couldn't help but wonder how surprised Chen Chi would be if he saw him.
Chu Sinian looked around, just as he was about to look for a taxi, when a burly white driver walked straight up to him and said in English, "Where are you going? I'm very cheap, only a few hundred pesos."
Chu Sinian mentally converted the currency, but still dragged his luggage and followed him, "To the Lacasa de la playa hotel."
The white driver kindly put his luggage in the trunk, shoved aside the black man who tried to steal his passenger, and warned him, "Fuck off, bi..."
Chu Sinian quickly got into the car, subtly urging the driver on.
Fortunately, the white man didn't say much before getting back into his car and safely driving him to the hotel.
When he got off the bus, it was the white man who carried his luggage for him again, which surprised Chu Sinian, but he still dragged his suitcase toward the lobby.
A Chinese man stood in the center of the hall. He had a handsome face and was dressed in a suit. When he saw Chu Sinian approaching, he gave him a polite smile and said, "It's been a long time, Mr. Chu."
Chu Sinian took the luggage from Yi Fan and followed him, asking, "How has Chen Chi been sleeping these past few days?"
Yi Fan said, "The boss doesn't get much sleep because his schedule is often upside down, and he probably only gets about four hours of sleep a day."
Chu Sinian was most worried that he wouldn't sleep well.
Before leaving the cabin that year, the psychologist told him that mental illnesses are generally difficult to cure completely, not to mention that Chen Chi's condition was unclear and relapse could happen at any time.
After they got together, Chu Sinian almost suggested living together, but then he thought that Chen Chi was right next door, so there was no need to be so clingy and he didn't bring it up.
If Chen Chi doesn't sleep well, then insomnia is the first sign of his relapse.
Chu Sinian stood in front of Chen Chi Hotel with a frown on his face. When he raised his hand to knock on the door, he suppressed the worry between his brows and knocked twice lightly.
The door opened the next second.
How could it be so fast?
Chu Sinian curled his lips, and when he looked up, he saw Chen Chi's cold and solemn face. There was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but it quickly softened. He opened his arms and hugged him, burying his head in the crook of Chen Chi's neck. "Why are you here?"
Yi Fan stared in disbelief and quickly retreated to his hotel room.
Chu Sinian picked him up and carried him into the house, saying, "Bring me my luggage."
Chen Chi carried the luggage with one hand while using the other to pull it, inhaling the scent from his neck and shoulders as if sucking it away in a tornado.
Chu Sinian tried to close the door, but Chen Chi rolled over and held him against the door, his arms wrapped tightly around him. "How could you bear to put down the modeling and come to find me?"
Chu Sinian had no choice but to rest his chin on his shoulder. "The way you're talking makes it sound like you're not important at all."
Chen Chi paused in his shoulder-rubbing motion, then looked up, the angle instantly shifting.
Chu Sinian tilted his head slightly to look at Chen Chi, whose dark eyes held a hint of gloom. Chen Chi nuzzled Chu Sinian's nose against Chu Sinian's, then poked Chu Sinian's soft cheek. "Am I not important?"
Seeing that his ability to misinterpret things was getting better and better, Chu Sinian dared not say anything more, and endured him rubbing his face against his, "Important, how can it not be important?"
Chen Chi lowered his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the part of his lips, his warm breath brushing against his earlobe, "How much do you want it?"
The ears are always a sensitive area, and Chu Sinian couldn't help but flinch. Chen Chi immediately reached out, grabbed his chin, and asked, "How much do you want it?"
Chu Sinian said very honestly, "I missed you so much that I put down my modeling work to come find you. You should know how important astronomy is to me."
Knowing is one thing, but hearing him say it himself is another.
Chen Chi felt a jolt run through his body, his eyes flashing with a wolf-like light as if electrified. He spoke softly, his voice slightly hoarse, "Niannian, I really want to kiss you."
Chu Sinian teased him, saying, "It's a pity, isn't it? We can't kiss."
Chen Chi's eyes darkened, but not at him.
He picked up Chu Sinian, supporting him like a child, with one hand around his buttocks and the other around his waist, his long arms running from his waist and back to his shoulder, eliminating any possibility of him falling.
Chu Sinian was surprised to be lifted up like this despite his 1.8-meter height. He looked at Chen Chi with a threatening expression and patted his face lightly, "Who told you to carry me like this? Put me down."
Chen Chi ignored him, picked him up and carried him to the sofa, sitting down and placing him on his lap.
This posture completely embraced Chu Sinian, covering and enveloping him entirely in masculine energy.
Logically, Chu Sinian should still feel somewhat unwell, but he inexplicably felt at ease and silently reached out to hook his arm around Chen Chi's neck.
This action seemed to excite Chen Chi even more, his deep breath flowing unabashedly down to his ears, "No regrets, it doesn't matter if I'm a Platonic for life."
"Year after year, I love you."
Chu Sinian was stunned, his eyes widened in disbelief, and he opened his mouth in surprise, but didn't know what to say.
How do we define love and liking?
What is liking and what is love? For Chu Sinian, everything was still a blank.
That blank space is now being constantly washed away and ravaged by floods and ferocious beasts, in an attempt to leave a unique human trace in the blank space, to brand it little by little.
It's hard to say whether the culprit actually accomplished it.
But driven by his brain, Chu Sinian slowly pulled Chen Chi out of his poor neck by grabbing his hair.
His upturned eyes and curved lips revealed an undisguised joy that dispelled Chu Sinian's habitually false and flirtatious demeanor.
The remaining traces of childishness are like the arrogant yet somewhat obedient and willful demeanor of our first meeting many years ago.
He looked intently at Chen Chi, and suddenly kissed him.
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