Chapter 33 Uninvited Guests
Lu Yan never gave the answer, perhaps even he himself couldn't figure it out.
He stared at Yu Zechuan for a moment, and finally smiled: "Let's eat, the dishes are ready."
The beer-roasted duck was still not ready, and the remaining ingredients were put in the refrigerator. Yu Zechuan wanted to say something, but he couldn't open his mouth, so he had to remain silent.
The two sat together and ate a quiet meal, with only the sound of clinking dishes and chopsticks. Lu Yan thought of the USB flash drive in his pocket and felt that handing it over to the police would be the best solution. In this way, Jiang Boyun would receive the punishment he deserved and Yu Zechuan would get his revenge.
But unfortunately, Yu Zechuan didn't want Jiang Boyun to go to jail, he just wanted him to die. Once Jiang Boyun went to prison, he couldn't kill anyone, so even if he got the bill in his previous life, he didn't hand it over to the police.
Lu Yan cannot be handed over to the police, at least not yet. Otherwise, as soon as Jiang Boyun goes in, he will be thrown into jail as well. It would be better for him to be killed by Yu Zechuan.
Lu Yan suddenly felt happy. As expected, he handed the evidence to the police, let go of his hatred and lived alone. Most of them were like the protagonists in TV dramas. Even more were like Yu Zechuan, who could not let go of his hatred and would rather die with all his might.
"Yu Zechuan..."
Lu Yan suddenly asked out of curiosity: "Is there anything else in this world that is worth your concern?"
Yu Zechuan put down his chopsticks and said without raising his head: "No."
Lu Yan persisted: "Then is there anything you have always wanted to do but haven't done yet?"
"have."
Yu Zechuan unexpectedly responded. He put down his chopsticks and stared at Lu Yan with a half-smile, making it hard to tell if he was joking or not. "I've always wanted to kill two people, but I haven't had the chance to do it yet. Does that count?"
Lu Yan: “…”
He really asked this question unnecessarily.
Lu Yan ate his meal in silence, wishing he could turn invisible. Yu Zechuan, however, felt something was amiss, and frowned suspiciously, "Why are you asking this for no reason?"
Lu Yan: “Just asking.”
Yu Zechuan said solemnly: "I hate it most when people lie to me."
Lu Yan found that this sentence was simply a fatal blow to him. He raised his head helplessly and slumped back in his chair with a lazy attitude. A smile flashed across his eyes: "If I want to pursue someone, isn't it normal to ask about his preferences?"
Yu Zechuan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Lu Yan wants to pursue me?
However, before he could come to his senses, Lu Yan's next words made his heart fall heavily to the ground: "But you said you wanted to kill someone, so I think I'd better forget it. If you go to jail, where can I go to cry?"
Lu Yan's smile finally made Yu Zechuan realize that what the other party had just said was just a joke. However, his mood suddenly became bad for no reason, as if it was raining in his heart, and no one knew about it except himself.
Yu Zechuan said coldly: "I don't need you to chase me."
Lu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Why?"
Yu Zechuan made a lot of noise with the dishes and chopsticks: "Not a big deal."
Lu Yan said with regret: "You missed a perfect young man."
Yu Zechuan tried to hold back, but finally couldn't help asking, "If you were chasing someone, what would you do?"
Lu Yan asked back: "If someone pursues you, will you feel nostalgic for this world?"
Yu Zechuan was silent, not knowing how to answer. For the first time in his life, he thought seriously for a moment and said hesitantly, "If that person is the one I like..."
If that person is someone he likes.
“Maybe.”
At that moment, Yu Zechuan saw Lu Yan across the table suddenly smile, and his originally long eyes curved into crescents, which reminded people of the warm sun in winter, dispelling the dampness of late autumn.
Yu Zechuan frowned: "What are you laughing at?"
Lu Yan originally thought that Yu Zechuan had already given up hope, but he didn't expect that he still had some normal emotions. He shook his head, lowered his head and picked up a piece of food with chopsticks: "Nothing."
There was not much food on the table, and the two of them had just finished eating. Lu Yan lazily leaned back in his chair, glanced at the leftovers, and deliberately said, "Go wash the dishes."
He thought that a young master like Yu Zechuan probably didn't know how to wash dishes, and even if he did, he might not obey his orders. However, he didn't expect Yu Zechuan to glare at him coldly, and actually got up and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes without saying a word.
“…”
Oh, it’s raining red?
Lu Yan looked at the gloomy sky outside the window and felt that a storm was coming with thunder. He got up and took a can of beer from the refrigerator, walked into the kitchen to watch Yu Zechuan wash the dishes, and asked while drinking, "How old are you this year?"
Yu Zechuan was unhappy: "Does it have anything to do with you?"
Lu Yan: “I want to know.”
Yu Zechuan paused, and finally whispered a number: "Twenty-nine."
He thought of the five best years of his life that he had spent in prison. His heart felt as if weighed down by a heavy rock, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
Lu Yan calculated: "Then you are three years older than me, which is good."
Yu Zechuan didn't expect that he was actually older than Lu Yan. He stopped washing the dishes and asked, "What's good about this?"
Lu Yan looked at him seriously: "You are only 29. If nothing unexpected happens, you still have a long life ahead of you."
“Boom——!”
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, tearing the dark sky apart. The dishes piled in the pool seemed to be frightened and slid down like a hill, making a crackling sound that temporarily covered the sound of the rain.
Lu Yan knew that it was not an accident, it was because Yu Zechuan's hands were shaking.
Yu Zechuan managed to stay calm while washing the dishes, but the color on his face gradually faded. The sound of rain and thunder outside made him feel damp and uncomfortable, and his thoughts became uncontrollably confused. His heavy breathing echoed in the air, revealing his poor physical condition.
Lu Yan was the first to notice something was wrong, frowned and held his hand: "Are you feeling unwell?"
The man's warm palm soothed Yu Zechuan's tense nerves. He said in a hoarse voice: "No."
Yu Zechuan continued to wash the dishes with his head down. He washed them slowly and carefully, as if this would allow him to stay in Lu Yan's house a little longer and not have to go back to the dark room alone and face those hallucinations that were enough to drive him crazy.
"Don't wash it, leave it for tomorrow."
Lu Yan remembered that Yu Zechuan seemed to have fallen ill on a thunderstorm like this last time. He passed the cold beer can to Yu Zechuan's lips and said in a low voice, tickling his eardrums: "Take a sip."
Yu Zechuan was somewhat resistant, but Lu Yan was so strong that he had no choice but to open his mouth and take a sip. The bitter wine slid down his throat, feeling icy and cool. He looked up at Lu Yan, and saw the man smiling at him under the light. His face was handsome and deep. He felt inexplicably drunk: "Your name is A Yan?"
He remembered that the man seemed to be called this name.
Lu Yan tilted his head slightly: "What do you want me to do?"
Yu Zechuan: "Nothing, I just wanted to shout."
He rinsed the foam off his hands and suddenly didn't know what to do, because he didn't want to go home, but he also had no good reason to stay here.
Yu Zechuan stared at Lu Yan and saw that he was drinking slowly. He asked unhappily, "When can you get drunk?"
Lu Yan smiled and shook the empty wine can in his hand, and asked with interest: "Do you really want me to get drunk?"
Yu Zechuan didn't answer. He stared at Lu Yan in the dim light, slightly tilting his head. This posture made him look a bit unruly from the inside out: "So what?"
“…”
Lu Yan suddenly fell silent. He lowered his eyes and stared at Yu Zechuan's fragile Adam's apple, like a hunter locking onto his prey, waiting for the right moment to reveal his sharp fangs and pierce the opponent's throat.
Lu Yan couldn't help but get closer, and the latter didn't dodge or evade. When their two warm lips finally touched each other, Yu Zechuan finally closed his eyes and couldn't stop.
Lu Yan had said before that once physical relations happened for the first time, there would definitely be a second and third time, like a drug addiction that was hard to quit. He was sure that Yu Zechuan's decaying and dying soul had a great attraction to him.
Yu Zechuan was addicted to the warmth Lu Yan gave him, especially on this rainy night when it was so damp and cold. He kissed the man back hard, and the root of his tongue was so painful, but he felt a sense of satisfaction and whispered hoarsely: "I don't want to go home..."
"Then I won't reply."
Lu Yan hugged him and stumbled to the sofa in the living room. It was Yu Zechuan's first time yesterday, and he accidentally pulled the wound on his back, which made him frown and groan in pain, and his face turned pale and ugly.
So Lu Yan's movements became gentle again. He held Yu Zechuan's pale and slender fingertips, carefully felt the thin silk thread on them, lowered his eyes and kissed him on the lips: "You can make this your home."
Lu Yan kissed his eyebrows and scars, and his hair brushed against his cheeks, which was itchy and uncomfortable. But the man's kissing skills were superb, and even if Yu Zechuan was a piece of ice, he gradually melted into water in his hands.
Yu Zechuan's eyes dimmed, but he couldn't help but ask the question: "If you want to pursue someone, what would you take him to do?"
Lu Yan teased and drew out his voice: "Make love?"
Yu Zechuan thought of the man's unruly behavior last night, and pinched his shoulders with his fingertips, somewhat dissatisfied: "Besides this?"
Lu Yan smiled and said, "Watch a movie?"
Yu Zechuan's strength loosened a little: "Anything else?"
Lu Yan: "Cooking?"
Yu Zechuan's fingertips slipped quietly, and he was defeated by Lu Yan's answers one after another. He didn't know whether this man liked him or was just a one-night stand, but he couldn't deny that these answers made his heart beat.
Lu Yan whispered, "I will take him to do many things, but we have to wait until later, because the days ahead are still long."
Lu Yan didn't know that his words suddenly made Yu Zechuan have a faint expectation for the word "later", like the spark of a cigarette being lit.
After all, he was only twenty-nine years old and had only lived one-third of his life.
He has not met someone he truly likes, has not experienced what it is like to be in love, and has not gained the true love that he has never had no matter how many times he has played the game.
Yu Zechuan couldn't help but close his eyes in the darkness. When he opened them again, his eye sockets were faintly red, with a completely different fragility from the daytime: "Why are you so nice to me?"
As if he was afraid that Lu Yan didn't know about his terrible past, he curled his lips slightly, unable to hide his sarcasm: "I've been to jail... and my face was ruined..."
"Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy and will kill you?"
Lu Yan thought, how bad could a person who was willing to spend 1.5 million to pay off his debts be? He used to think that Yu Zechuan was not a sentimental person, and his heart was harder than a stone soaked in a cold pond, but as they got to know each other better, he found that the other person really cared about feelings.
They care so much that they won't tolerate even the slightest flaw.
He just gave the other party a pot of flowers and a cheap chocolate, and Yu Zechuan was deceived and moved.
Such people are not bad, they are just easily fooled by fate.
"I'm not afraid, but don't kill me."
Yu Zechuan curled up in Lu Yan's broad and warm embrace. For the first time, he felt that the thunderstorm was not too unbearable. He listened to the man's violent heartbeat and slowly closed his eyes. His eyelashes cast a thick shadow: "Then don't lie to me."
Lu Yan leaned his head to the side, still remembering what his opponent said before he died in the last game: "What if I cheat for my whole life?"
Yu Zechuan quietly opened his eyes upon hearing this and was about to say something when a quick doorbell rang outside, interrupting him directly.
"Ding-ling-ling-ling-ling--"
Yu Zechuan frowned suspiciously: "Who is looking for you?"
Lu Yan was also stunned for a moment: "I don't know, I'll go check it out."
He pulled the air-conditioning blanket over Yu Zechuan's disheveled body, then stood up from the sofa and walked to the door. It was dim outside, and it was hard to see clearly through the cat's eye. Lu Yan had no choice but to open the door a crack and asked with a frown, "Who is it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure quietly appeared outside the door. The corridor light was triggered by the sound, illuminating the man's vague outline. Lu Yan saw the face of the visitor clearly, his pupils shrank slightly, and his expression suddenly changed:
"It's you?!"
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