Chapter 45 Tell Me
Zhuo Can borrowed Qi Rui's car and drove on the city expressway in the night.
A thought that had never appeared before was spinning wildly in his mind. He thought that Lu Song was still different from others.
It's almost ten o'clock now. For Zhuo Can, a social animal and a homebody, this is the golden time to lie on the bed and browse his phone to clear his mind after a tiring day of work.
If someone else, say Qi Rui, who is also defined as a good friend, suddenly sends a message asking to meet up - if it is urgent, he will definitely go; but if it is such an ambiguous and unclear message, and if he goes, it will just be a unimportant itinerary of just meeting and chatting - Zhuo Can, who is too lazy to move, will definitely refuse.
Who else could make him an offer at night he couldn't refuse?
Maybe the sleeping ritual would be okay, but he would definitely be worried about the little god, afraid that something might happen to him.
Lu Song is different.
Zhuo Can knew clearly that his uneasiness and anticipation at this moment had already overshadowed all other emotions.
Zhuo Can asked himself, since when did this person become different from others?
Is it because he has been fond of me since he appeared?
Is it because as a big boss, he specially celebrates the birthday of a small employee like him?
Was it the fragrance that you smelled so close to him when you were driving him home and fastening his seat belt?
Was it the joke that made you laugh so hard during lunch break at the company?
Was it the time when I took Mian Li on a business trip and we were chatting and talking like a family of three by the river?
Is it because of their childhood experiences that they became closer?
Or is it because reality is attached with brand new memories?
Is there any place that can be considered a clear starting point?
"Difference" is the beginning of all special feelings.
Before he realized it, Zhuo Can had already taken action.
He had never seen the address given by Lu Song, so he searched it on the map and found that it seemed to be near a lakeside park.
Zhuo Can doesn’t have a car of his own. He has had a driver’s license for several years and has basically been driving Qi Rui.
Driving on the road is OK, but parking is not so smooth.
I parked in the same space over and over again. The more anxious I was, the more crooked my parking became. I almost hit the neighboring car.
Zhuo Can was extremely annoyed when he failed to perform at the important moment, and he didn't know whether he was angry at the car or himself.
He got out and circled the parking space several times to get a better sense of the direction, then went back to try again, but still failed.
Zhuo Can was extremely helpless and immediately used his mobile phone to search for a video tutorial on how to reverse into a parking space for the second subject.
Someone suddenly knocked on the car window.
He turned his head and saw Lu Song bending over outside, smiling faintly: "I was wondering why someone was so stupid as to draw circles in the parking space."
Zhuo Can: “…”
This is the nth time.
It seemed like he couldn't count how many times he had been caught by this guy when he was frustrated and down.
Lu Song got into the car to help him, steering the car with one hand and parking it in the center in one go, neither too far nor too far.
It was such a silky and indulgent experience.
Lu Song glanced sideways at Zhuo Can's envious expression and chuckled, "Eat your lunch faster next week. After you finish eating, I'll take you to the company parking lot to practice."
"...That's not the case." Zhuo Can swallowed.
Having said that, who wouldn't want to touch the steering wheel of a million-dollar luxury car?
——For the nth time, he was rescued from frustration and desolation.
Lu Song turned off the engine and said softly, "I'm glad you came to the appointment."
Zhuo Can was a little embarrassed, in many ways: "I...you...if you have anything to say, just say it now."
Lu Song insisted on getting off the car.
"Not here."
He said.
*
Zhuo Can brought Xiao Mianli to this lakeside park to play.
He still remembered that the little guy was tired from walking and wanted to carry it by himself. He held the marshmallow in his hand, ate a few bites himself, and then bent down to give him some.
The weather was getting hot at that time, and the marshmallow melted quickly, turning into syrup by the time it reached his mouth.
But it's sweet.
Just like now.
Zhuo Can had never known that there was a small wooden house in the park.
Although the wood grain is old, the overall look is new.
Lu Song took him to stop here.
Zhuo Can looked at the wooden house, which was not very impressive but looked very exquisite. "Did you rent this place?"
"It can be considered a rental," Lu Song said, "but strictly speaking, I bought it."
Zhuo Can: “…”
So having money really means you can do whatever you want.
Boss Lu not only bought the cabin, but also fenced off the area around it.
It was already late, and no one else was passing by.
Lu Song pushed open the wooden door and made a gentleman's invitation: "Come on."
It's bigger inside than it looks, and the winding corridor alone takes a long time to walk through.
After turning the corner, there is a different world.
Zhuo Can was grateful that Lu Song didn't play the blindfold surprise game - there was no need for any foreshadowing or understatement. When he saw everything in front of him, it was enough to make his jaw drop.
From the outside, you would never imagine that this small wooden house is actually three stories high.
Zhuo Can was not a very good student, but he made a wish since he was a child that he would live in a huge library, preferably with three floors.
It doesn’t matter what kind of books you put in there, what matters is that there are a lot of them and they are arranged neatly, so that you can feel fulfilled.
When I am not in school, I lie among the piles of books, staring at the wall of books, or dreaming.
That was the clean and pure dream of the little boy before he grew up to be an adult who had to work overtime and pay off his mortgage.
He told these words to his parents, and his parents said that he might as well do his homework instead of having free time.
He told his classmates, and they asked, "Where are you going to buy comic books? Hey, can you lend me the ones you bought last time?"
It was even more impossible for him to tell the teacher.
He had a very sweet and wonderful dream.
No one understood him, and no one wanted to dream with him.
It was not until later that Zhuo Can met a young teacher who worked as a tutor. His brother would listen carefully to whatever nonsense the teacher said.
Of course, this also includes the dream of this library.
The fantasy that a child casually spoke about ten years ago is actually being remembered by another person until now.
Not only was she thinking of him, but she also helped him realize his wish - this was beyond the reach of simple words like touched and surprised.
At this moment, Zhuo Can realized very clearly that Lu Song's kindness to him had long gone beyond friendship.
If you ask yourself, Zhuo Can and Qi Rui have been close friends for more than ten or twenty years, and they would definitely go through fire and water for each other.
But no matter who they are dealing with, they can't do this.
The last time I saw Qi Rui put so much effort into something was to propose to Xiaohui.
Zhuo Can himself should be celebrating the little god's birthday.
Xiaohui is Qi Rui's destined person for life; as for Mianli, it is not difficult to make a child happy.
Am I really that important to Lu Song?
"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was hoarse.
Lu Song still smiled: "Is it beautiful?"
Zhuo Can rubbed his eyes in an attempt to hide his feelings, pretending that he was not so moved that he wanted to cry.
He was about to say something when he heard a rustling noise from the second floor.
Zhuo Can raised his head, his pupils suddenly constricted.
The person who had been standing there, leaning on the railing and looking at them was Jiang Xiao.
Why - Zhuo Can didn't understand - it was fine if he was always inseparable from Lu Song, but why was Jiang Xiao here even at a time like this?
*
When Zhuo Can received Lu Song's text message, he had just finished cleaning and was still wearing home clothes with messy hair.
After instructing Haomianli to stay overnight, he rushed over in a hurry without even thinking about packing.
In contrast, Jiang Xiao was dressed neatly, not in his usual suit and tie, but in a plain robe with a circle of shimmering bracelets on his wrists.
If Zhuo Can had not been so upset, he should have noticed that the bracelet was very similar to Xiao Mianli's.
Unfortunately, at the moment he could only notice that although Jiang Xiao's outfit was so rare that it looked so retro that he looked like a cosplayer when walking on the street, it matched his noble and aloof temperament very well, and was obviously more in line with the quaint bookstore.
It's easy to tell which of the two of them looks more like someone on a sophisticated date.
A terrible thought invaded Zhuo Can.
Could it be that all that was just wishful thinking?
Actually, this is what Lu Song prepared for Jiang Xiao?
Lu Song invited him here to be a witness... right?
Zhuo Can's temples started throbbing and his head ached.
Jiang Xiao had a faint expression on his face. He glanced down at him condescendingly, and was even reluctant to keep his gaze on him for a few more seconds.
"Should I go now?"
As always, questions ending with a period.
Obviously, the question was directed at Lu Song.
"No, no, no!" Before Lu Song could answer, Zhuo Can interrupted, "Mr. Jiang, please stay. I'm the one who should leave."
He turned around and ran, in a panic, not caring about Lu Song's attempts to keep him.
Zhuo Can ran to the other side of the lake in one breath, and only stopped slowly after leaving the cabin far behind.
He supported himself on his knees and breathed heavily. He didn't exercise normally, and after running so fast, his heart and lungs felt like they were about to explode.
It's totally incomprehensible.
Jiang Xiao, who suddenly appeared in the company, was puzzled.
Lu Song, who said he wanted to ask him out and brought Jiang Xiao with him, was also confused.
It's even more confusing for me to be whining here.
He, he, he, they, what are they thinking?
Zhuo Can's only thought was to go home quickly.
He wanted to see Mianli immediately.
I don’t know when it started, but going home to hug the little fairy, playing with him, telling him bedtime stories, and seeing his satisfied and peaceful sleeping face after drinking milk, these became Zhuo Can’s favorite and most accustomed way to relieve stress.
It is also the only way to calm him down now.
Children are so great. They can just say who they like and who they don’t like directly, and everyone feels at ease.
Why do adults have to make so many trade-offs, tests, and tug-of-war, and have to go through so many twists and turns to counter and counter attacks?
Zhuo Can walked towards the parking lot in a daze.
The shadows of the trees on both sides swayed, and the rustling sound of the wind seemed to be mocking his impulsiveness tonight, making himself look like such a joke.
He had just pressed the key and was about to open the door when someone grabbed his arm.
"Xiaocan!"
Lu Song was also breathing heavily, and it seemed that he had been running as hard as he had.
He held Zhuo Can's arm tightly and pressed him against the car door, intending to prevent him from escaping again, but he used inappropriate force, so much so that it hurt.
Zhuo Can was pinched by him so hard that it hurt, but he couldn't speak.
Lu Song's dark pupils reflected his panic-stricken shadow.
"—Tell me, are you jealous?"
*
It's all a mess.
Jealousy, that has to be between boyfriend and girlfriend, right?
They are not lovers, and they are just two men, so why would they be jealous?
Zhuo Can subconsciously wanted to refute.
Lu Song didn't give him this chance, and looked deep into his eyes: "Tell me the truth."
The sky was already dark, and the street lights were of little use. A storm was swirling in Lu Song's dark eyes.
Lu Song is different now than usual.
He was not the senior who was gentle to him, always consistent with his childhood memories, and took care of him in every way.
He is more like the future successor of a large media group. The kind of pressure he releases without being deliberate makes people want to submit unconsciously.
They were so close that it seemed as if they were going to tear him apart and eat him in the next second.
Zhuo Can felt a knot in his heart and a sense of fear rose. He trembled unconsciously: "I..."
The older one noticed his flinching, and as if coming to his senses, he realized his rude behavior, let go of his hand and stepped back to a safe distance.
He turned around in a circle in annoyance and flicked his hair: "...Sorry, I was a little impulsive just now."
Zhuo Can gently pressed his arm and gasped.
Why didn’t I realize this guy’s hands were so strong before? I’m afraid I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
My waist also hurts when it presses against the curved car body.
There were many twists and turns along the way, and it was not until this moment that Zhuo Can noticed that Lu Song was also dressed up carefully.
He wore a casual white suit with a pastel-colored tie, and his hair was styled with hairspray, but it didn't look rigid, instead it had a casual sexiness.
Even at a social dance where everyone is dressed up, she will be the focus of the whole audience.
If, he thought, everything Lu Song did today was for Jiang Xiao, who would abandon his date and chase after another person?
On the contrary, Lu Song came to see him, does it mean... that he is the real person being invited?
His heart seemed to be shaken by the sound of a bell.
Everything has its limits.
A few minutes ago, Zhuo Can's accumulated fear of Lu Song, who seemed to have changed, suddenly burst into courage.
"What about you?" He stood up straight, almost aggressively. "You asked me to tell the truth—well, let's both tell the truth. Let me ask you first: What is your purpose in calling me here today? What do you want to say to me? And why is Mr. Jiang here too?"
Whether ten years ago or ten years later, Lu Song had never seen this good-tempered younger brother so tough.
He blinked in surprise.
Then it turned into a smile.
"As expected."
"?"
Zhuo Can's ambitious speech was easily dispelled by a smile, and there was a sense of frustration as if steel was defeated by a soft finger.
More than that, I was shocked.
Lu Song smiled: "I said you were jealous."
Zhuo Can: “…I…”
He wanted to say I didn't.
But did he really not?
Lu Song saw through it but didn't say anything, or rather, he went straight to the center by circling the edges: "Is it because of President Jiang?"
Zhuo Can: “…”
Damn.
Mr. Lu is always tactful in his dealings with others, but why doesn't he know how to give him some face behind others?
"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore." Lu Song's smile faded. "You just asked me three questions. Why did I call you here? What did I want to tell you? And why is Mr. Jiang here? Right?"
Zhuo Can pursed his lips.
It was indeed what he said, but when someone else repeated it, he felt embarrassed.
It sounds a bit unreasonable to me.
Lu Song's eyes became serious: "Then I will start from the last answer."
Zhuo Can was moved by his emotions and straightened his body unconsciously.
"Why is Mr. Jiang here too? This cabin was bought by me. It was Mr. Jiang who sold it to me."
Zhuo Can: “…”
"I did ask him for advice. We've been talking a lot recently because of the handover of company matters. He's the kind of person who listens well, so I mentioned it to him. When he heard that I wanted to... well, ask you out," Lu Song hesitated, "he said that if there was anything I needed, he could help."
Zhuo Can once again thought off topic: It’s great to have money.
Lu Song asked: "Can you accept this reason?"
Zhuo Can nodded cautiously.
After looking relieved, Lu Song took a deep breath and said, "As for the first two questions, they are actually the same thing."
Zhuo Can blinked, waiting for him to continue.
Lu Song didn't say anything, but suddenly leaned forward and kissed the corner of his mouth.
Soft and bright, like a newly born, fluffy dandelion in the moonlight.
The instigator stood back, his expression showing a bit of shyness like a young boy who had just fallen in love.
"—That's what I wanted to say."
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