Chapter 117: Plum Blossoms 27 Do you know what a gay man is?
Song Yanze still feels a bit resentful about the sudden departure seven years ago.
But when I saw the scars on his body, I chose not to ask and waited until he wanted to talk. But I never thought about the matter of his grandmother.
The bedroom in the courtyard has not changed at all, and the bed behind the screen in the inner bedroom is still there.
At that time, Song Yanze felt that Brother Xiaoyan would come back one day, so he was unwilling to move the bed. Over time, it seemed as if it had always been like this.
When Jiang Tingyuan walked in, he was visibly stunned when he saw the bed. He didn't expect it to be there.
Song Yanze smiled and said nothing more. He just patted the bed and said, "I'm afraid it's not big enough for you to sleep on now. It's much smaller."
The absurd, sticky dreams and memories of those spring nights came roaring towards him. Jiang Tingyuan was stunned for a moment, staring straight at Song Yanze who was sitting on the bed, holding his hand.
For countless days and nights, he lay on this bed and looked at his hazy figure through the screen, only to feel that the spring mountains were far away and the sweetness in his dream was fleeting.
But now it's different.
Jiang Tingyuan let out a long breath and smiled. "Seven years ago, I thought there would never be a moment like this in my life."
“Now it’s a dream come true.”
Song Yanze's eyes suddenly widened. What he meant was that seven years ago he...
Jiang Tingyuan sat on the small bed, legs touching his, but felt it was not enough, so he curled up his long legs and hugged him on the small bed.
"Do you still remember that Yu Niang?"
Song Yanze was stunned for a moment, and recalled the past events seven years ago...
By that time, Jiang Tingyuan had been staying in the Song residence for a whole year, and it was spring again.
Jiang Tingyuan practiced martial arts while Song Yanze went to the clan school. In his spare time every day, Song Yanze would teach him how to read and write.
He was a patient teacher. Even if Jiang Tingyuan's writing was not good no matter how hard he tried, he would just patiently hold his hand and start over.
"Aren't you going to be a general in the future? You can't be a general if you can't read."
Jiang Tingyuan did not reply. He did not want to be a general. He just knew that Song Yanze wanted to be the number one scholar and rise to a high position in the future and become the chief civil official.
It is too late for him to study now. Only by becoming a general can he be a match for him.
"Tingyan? I've been invited to listen to a concert tomorrow. Do you want to go?" Song Yanze helped him pack up his pens, ink and papers, and nudged him affectionately with his elbow. Jiang Tingyuan dodged with a strange look on his face and responded in a low voice.
In Jiangnan, people listen to music on a waterside terrace behind a curtain, where singers play pipa and sing some ditties. VIPs can go to the private rooms to listen, or they can order a play.
There are many famous actors in Huizhou, but Song Yanze has never been interested in them before.
The black-sailed boat swayed slightly and hit the stone steps of the pavilion. Song Yanze pulled Jiang Tingyuan along, and on the way they met many familiar classmates from the clan school. As Jiang Tingyuan had expected, their conversations were invitations from several aristocratic families that they could not refuse.
What was unusual was that quite a few girls also came.
Song Yanze was standing at the bow, enjoying the breeze. He was wearing a white silk scarf that was as bright as the moon. Many girls opened their veils to look at him. He was unaware of it, so Jiang Tingyuan pulled him in.
"Watch your feet." Jiang Tingyuan followed him everywhere. After falling into the water a year ago, he was very nervous every time he went on and off the boat.
Song Yanze didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was the one who grew up in a water town, so how could he be afraid? As soon as he walked into the small hall, the fragrance of powder drifted over along with the fragrance of various flowers in spring.
Song Yanze saw Fang Yifeng from a distance, and he also saw Song Yanze, but turned away with an unhappy expression. Song Yanze turned around and whispered to Jiang Tingyuan about him.
"I heard that someone pierced this guy's boat in the winter and he fell into the lake in the middle of winter. It was really fun."
He was so excited that he was only focused on talking to Jiang Tingyuan. Jiang Tingyuan was young after all, so he touched his nose guiltily, but when he heard Jiang Tingyuan's happiness, he couldn't help feeling proud.
Neither of them noticed that an orange kitten jumped in front of his feet. Song Yanze was startled, and after seeing it clearly, he picked it up in surprise and couldn't help touching it again and again.
"You shouldn't have pounced on me. This is your savior." Song Yanze recognized it at a glance as the orange kitten that was trapped in the tree and rescued by Jiang Tingyuan that year. With these four white gloves and the orange fur at the tip of the tail, there was no way he would make a mistake.
He held the cat, stretched out his hand to pinch his paw pads, and made a bowing gesture. Song Yanze smiled, turned around and looked up at Jiang Tingyuan, and softened his voice.
"Thank you, General Jiang, for saving me." He spoke in Suzhou dialect, along with the tune of the pipa coming from the inner room, like singing an opera, but Jiang Tingyuan felt that he was arbitrarily reaching out to pluck his heartstrings.
"Song... Young Master Song..."
Song Yanze looked back at the sound and saw a girl in yellow clothes with a blushing face, looking at him boldly. Song Yanze had talked to her because of this kitten, so naturally she also remembered its owner.
"It's you. Are you here to listen to the music too?"
Song Yanze was still holding the cat and did not rush forward. He spoke through an open door.
"Well..." She seemed happy to have said a few more words to him, but then she felt that she had said too little, so she added.
"I came here with my cousin."
All of them were from aristocratic families in the clan school, and upon hearing this, they asked casually, "May I ask who it is?"
"Qiu...Qiu's cousin, Qiu Yi."
Song Yanze recalled for a moment, bent down and put the kitten down. The kitten rubbed his fingers and ran back to its owner.
"It turns out to be Miss Lanyu from the Li family. Nice to meet you."
Jiang Tingyuan was already very impatient. If it weren't for the fact that he liked the cat, he would not have tolerated him talking so much to the woman.
As a person who also admired the woman but could not get her love, he could tell what the woman was thinking at a glance.
Song Yanze didn't want to talk to her for long, so he bowed and left with a stern face as Jiang Tingyuan kept urging him.
"Who invited you here today?" Jiang Tingyuan frowned, keenly aware that something unusual was happening.
"The Qiu family took the lead, and my grandmother also told me yesterday not to shirk responsibility."
Song Yanze answered casually and pulled him to a secluded place, but was pushed to a seat by the window by several classmates.
The sound of the pipa started again from the central gauze curtain. After a few plucks, it was not a tune, just a crisp sound followed by a clear sound like pearls colliding, and then it became quiet all of a sudden.
Jiang Tingyuan couldn't calm down. He could see the beautiful girl in the compartment on the second floor. Song Yanze was careless and didn't look up. He leaned his head and listened to the music.
The tune was beautiful and the singer's voice was loud and clear. Song Yanze was fascinated by the music. Jiang Tingyuan breathed a sigh of relief quietly, but his hands under the table were clenched tightly and did not relax.
After the song ended, Song Yanze picked up the teacup and drank tea, sighing softly.
"It's rare for this actor to sing, but today we got to catch up with him."
A few people happened to be discussing, and Jiang Tingyuan overheard them, and he had a premonition. Sure enough, the wind blew through the gauze curtain, and a singer with a feminine appearance secretly took a fancy to Song Yanze.
This singer had such a soft and clear voice, but he was actually a man. Song Yanze saw him through the curtain and was also stunned, but soon smiled at him as usual.
Jiang Tingyuan immediately pulled him.
"What's wrong? You feel bored..."
"Mr. Song." Song Yanze turned around and talked to Jiang Tingyuan, and a servant came trotting over with a list.
"My master would like you to order some music."
Everyone at the table was talking about family background, wealth, or age, but none of them had a chance to make a comment. Song Yanze was stunned, and subconsciously looked at the singer through the curtain.
He looked at the girl with feminine features, and it was difficult to tell whether she was male or female. She was wearing thin plain clothes. The look in her eyes was scattering and light, falling only on him.
Song Yanze was stunned, but Jiang Tingyuan reached out and snatched the letter, frowned and looked at the singer with a smile, a warning in his eyes.
"My young master doesn't understand the music, so I won't order any. Let your master sing the one he is best at."
Song Yanze didn't understand the undercurrents of emotions and tit-for-tat contests at all. He just felt that it was inappropriate for him to take advantage of this today, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
There were too many. Jiang Tingyuan couldn't stand it. Men and women, high-ranking and low-ranking...
There are all kinds of things. If he wants, there will surely be more.
The good thing is that, but the bad thing is that Song Yanze still doesn’t understand.
"Young Master!"
The song was over and the banquet was over. Song Yanze was about to get on the boat but was stopped.
"My master asked me to ask you, sir, whether you liked the two songs today."
"Your reputation is well-deserved, sir. You have superb skills." No matter how stupid Song Yanze was, he could sense a hint of ambiguity, and he answered seriously.
The sunset glowed on the vast lake, and the small boat cut through the orange, yellow and purple water. Jiang Tingyuan stared at him in silence.
"What's wrong?"
"That singer wanted to make friends with you. You refused. Why?"
Song Yanze sat at the bow of the boat. There was no one around him and he was too lazy to straighten his back. He tried hard to maintain an upright posture. He supported his head and smiled lazily.
His eyes lightly swept across the water, taking in his favorite scenery of the day. His eyebrows and eyes were clear and elegant, but at this moment he revealed a cold and indifferent expression.
"I had no predestined relationship with him before. I just saw him from afar through the gauze curtain. He picked me and ordered his servant to catch up with me to form a relationship with me... I always felt that it was a bit strange. I simply don't like to socialize. It's better to make it clear."
"Strange." Jiang Tingyuan smacked his lips twice, looked at his profile, and said directly: "You didn't tell me directly. You can't accept sharing a peach with him, right? Why? Because he is of low status... or his appearance is not..."
"Brother Xiaoyan!" Song Yanze's face changed. He didn't think that much. "Don't say that about him. It's just that I have a withdrawn personality..."
"Do you know what a cut sleeve is?"
Jiang Tingyuan blurted out this sentence, and then he saw his puzzled expression, as if he didn't understand why he suddenly had to dwell on this matter.
He suddenly felt powerless. The beautiful and happy time of more than a year was as fragile as a dewdrop. The closeness he stole was only obtained by his despicable means. If he didn't force it, there would be nothing.
"Miss Yu, you are not afraid of not being able to explain it clearly."
Song Yanze felt that he was acting strange today. When he mentioned Li Lanyu, he had to think for a while before he remembered who he was talking about and what he was talking about.
"Tingyan, don't say that. Miss Yu is a girl..."
Jiang Tingyuan didn't know what was wrong with him. A surge of anger was running rampant in his heart. He pulled at his sleeve tightly, and even felt a sense of helpless resentment in his heart.
"Miss, yes, you have always been kind to women. You don't want that singer, but this well-known Miss Yu is a good match for you. It seems that you are..."
"Tingyan!" Song Yanze was angry. He stretched out his hand and pushed him away for the first time. His face turned pale with anger. Then he heard the dull thud of him hitting the cabin, and his heart tightened.
"It is not gentlemanly to talk about a girl behind her back. We just exchanged a few words. You are disrespecting her and me by saying this."
Jiang Tingyuan had already regretted it, and Song Yanze also wanted to know if he was hurt, but they were too embarrassed to do it, so one of them stayed at the bow while the other ran to the stern.
Lian Xin felt strange when they had a conflict. Their young master looked cold, but he was actually kind-hearted and good-tempered. Jiang Tingyuan would take revenge on others, but he had no bottom line towards Song Yanze.
Song Yanze got off school that day and bought some snacks from a street shop. They were all sweet. Song Yanze didn't like them, but Jiang Tingyuan did.
Song Yanze walked over from the corridor with his hands behind his back. From a distance, he saw Jiang Tingyuan practicing martial arts with a sword, shirtless. Even though he didn't know anything, he could tell that his movements were messy and his strength was brutal.
Song Yanze coughed twice while holding the things in his hand, and the two of them looked at each other from a distance. There was still some hostility in Jiang Tingyuan's eyes, and he was surprisingly cold.
Song Yanze said nothing, put the cake in his hand on the small stone table, and Jiang Tingyuan's outer robe was thrown on it.
Jiang Tingyuan turned his back without even looking at him. Song Yanze was a little annoyed. He dropped the things, flicked his sleeves, and turned away.
Jiang Tingyuan waited until he entered the house before sitting down, staring blankly at the warm pastries with his eyes downcast.
He doesn't like sweet food at all, but every time Song Yanze picks up salty food to eat, he says he likes sweet food and gives him whatever he wants.
Song Yanze never tires of asking him, what do you like? Do you like this? Do you like this? What do you want to do in the future? What did you do in the past? Where have you been?
He often lied and rarely told the truth, because Jiang Tingyuan couldn't stay, so the beggar Tingyan could stay. The more pitiful someone was, the more he would love and care for her, and he had always been satisfied with this status quo.
The orange cat he rescued appeared before him again, reminding him once again that he had been walking in circles for more than a year.
Song Yanze secretly peeked at him from the window. He was wearing an outer robe and pinching the pastry in a trance, looking lonely. He sighed. Sometimes he really didn't understand Tingyan, but he hoped he could be happy.
It was like Tingyan always made him happy and put everything he liked in front of him.
They have already become important family members, so what can’t be said?
At dinner time, when the grandmother came to call them, the two walked together awkwardly, but each turned his face away. When the grandmother saw them like this, she knew that they were having a quarrel.
"You are so grown up, yet you are still having conflicts." Grandma served each of them a bowl of soup and patted them on the head with a smile.
"Children grinding their teeth."
Song Yanze stole a glance at Jiang Tingyuan, but saw that he just lowered his eyes to drink the soup and ignored him, so he withdrew his gaze disappointedly.
"Yan Ze, did you meet the cousin of the Qiu family, Sister Yu, when you went to listen to music that day?"
"Yeah." Song Yanze was absent-minded, struggling over whether to pull Jiang Tingyuan's robe, or have a good talk with him before going to bed at night...
"Sister Yu is about your age, and both her appearance and character are outstanding. What do you think of her?"
Song Yanze didn't pay any attention to what his grandmother was saying, but Jiang Tingyuan clenched the porcelain bowl and tightened his jaw, waiting for his answer.
"It's fine." Song Yanze sighed. Why was he so angry?
bump--
The porcelain bowl hit the solid wood table, swirling and spilling soup all over Jiang Tingyuan, before finally falling to the ground and breaking.
Song Yanze hurriedly went to pull his hand.
"Did you get burned?"
Jiang Tingyuan lowered his head, pulled his hand back, and hurried away. Grandmother wanted to call him but failed, and Song Yanze could no longer sit still, so he put down his bowl and chopsticks and chased after him.
"Brother Xiaoyan!"
Song Yanze couldn't keep up with him, and reached out to grab his sleeve, but only pulled his headband.
"Oh, I didn't mean to."
"Did you get burned?"
The red lanterns in the corridor illuminated his face, Song Yanze's eyes were clear and pure, and Jiang Tingyuan's heart never stopped beating. Whenever he tasted the bitterness of such a relationship, Song Yanze's little bit of care made him forget everything.
Sometimes he really wished he was a fickle person, but even so, he was unreasonable and had given his true heart to someone very early in his life.
But Song Yanze knew nothing about it, it was just because of his gentleness and kindness that he was protecting his true heart.
"Can we make peace with each other?" Song Yanze pursed his lips.
Jiang Tingyuan sighed and asked him, "You're going to get married sooner or later, right?"
Song Yanze didn't know what the question was, so he nodded and said, "When you meet the person you love, you naturally have to get married."
Jiang Tingyuan once again made it clear that all his romances were one-man shows.
"Aren't we talking about making peace?" Song Yanze took his hand and looked at it, making sure that everything was fine before feeling relieved.
Jiang Tingyuan retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted, shook his head and whispered, "We can't make up."
Song Yanze was so angry at his words that he trembled all over, waved his sleeves and strode away.
Lianxin didn't know what was going on, she only knew that her master had someone draw down the curtains between the inner and outer rooms, as if he didn't want to even look at Jiang Tingyuan.
Song Yanze was so angry that he couldn't sleep. He sat cross-legged on the bed wrapped in a quilt, looking at the gauze curtain, waiting for the person outside to come and apologize to him.
After waiting for a long time but nothing happened, Song Yanze was so angry that he picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it out. The gauze curtain swayed, and the pillow fell at the feet of Jiang Tingyuan who was standing next to the screen.
He sat cross-legged, looking at the candle beside him, which was shedding tears. The flame flickered and was bright and dazzling. He waited until the person inside breathed evenly and seemed to have fallen asleep.
Jiang Tingyuan, wearing his outer robe, lifted the curtain halfway and slowly walked to the edge of the couch.
Song Yanze liked to draw the bed curtains when he went to bed, but he forgot to do it today. Maybe it was because he was waiting for someone to come in, see his unhappy expression, and then come over to talk to him.
Jiang Tingyuan sat on the footstool and reached out to carefully touch his cheek. As if he smelled a familiar scent, he subconsciously moved closer and rubbed his face against it.
The candle flame flickered, the lamp sparkled, and suddenly became bright.
Jiang Tingyuan slowly lowered his head, his Adam's apple rolling unbearably, and gently pressed his lips against his. They were warm, soft, moist, and seemed to have a little sweetness. His nose also had the scent of Mu Fang on her body, which was light and warm.
He looked up and couldn't help but move closer, tilting his head slightly and giving her a gentle kiss.
Jiang Tingyuan stood up and turned around to see an old lady holding a lunch box standing at the door looking at him.
They all tacitly agreed not to disturb him. Jiang Tingyuan went out with the old lady and stood in the corridor.
Bang!
A slap mark appeared on Jiang Tingyuan's cheek.
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