Chapter 80 Living in Yongning
Chapter 80
Yan Jue remained silent and did not answer. Wen Xi felt his ear being kissed closely. The hand that was caressing his back reached down, and the tall body completely enveloped him. Both hands hugged his waist, tightening continuously and fitting their bodies together.
The howling winds around us gradually disappeared without a trace, leaving only the sound of the strong heartbeat in my ears.
Wen Xi unconsciously raised his hand to rub the corners of his eyes. His fingertips were a little wet. He rubbed his fingers and buried his face in Yan Jue's chest. Yan Jue felt his little action and kissed the tip of the boy's ear. The touch was slightly cool. "Is Wen Xi wiping tears secretly?"
The warm breath from the man's mouth blew on her ears, a mixture of hot and cold, giving her an itchy and tingling feeling. Wen Xi, who was caught, froze for a moment, and then rubbed her face in Yan Jue's arms blatantly, with her round head resting against Yan Jue's jaw, shaking it randomly, making her hair even more messy.
"It's great to have you." Wen Xi raised his head and said in a low voice, "Fortunately, you are by my side..."
He tilted his head back, his entire head covered by the hood and messy, fluffy hair, revealing a slightly tense face and pursed thin lips.
Yan Jue stared at the boy's restrained and forbearing eyes without blinking, lowered his head, and his lips just touched Wen Xi's blinking thin and thick eyelashes.
Wen Xi couldn't see Yan Jue's face. He kept this posture quietly. He didn't know how long it had been. It seemed to start raining outside. A man's hoarse voice sounded above his head amid the sound of dripping water. His tone was full of guilt: "But it's not good enough."
If he had been more ruthless, Wen Ran would not have been taken away, and Wen Xi's sparkling eyes would not have been filled with great grief.
"But no one has ever been better to me than you."
"Perseverance" is a good but empty adjective. Wen Xi doesn't know how long he can persist swimming upstream alone.
The reason he persisted for three years and did not succumb to the defeat of fate was because he still had Wen Ran to take care of. When the two siblings were the only ones relying on each other, if something happened to Wen Ran, it would be tantamount to depriving Wen Xi of his only spiritual support. Without Yan Jue's company, it was unknown whether he would have a mental breakdown under the pressure of huge guilt and commit suicide again.
Wen Xi moved away slightly and looked at Yan Jue intently and seriously. His wrist was held and pressed against his heart. The blood scabs on the boy's fingertips rubbed the back of Yan Jue's hand. His whole hand was held tightly. Even though he was wearing a thick coat, the vibration of his heartbeat could still be transmitted to Yan Jue's palm.
Wenxi: "It's the truth. Good people don't lie."
He applied slight force with his fingertips, and the heart under his palm seemed to sense it and hit it violently, with a small vibration. Yan Jue's soul seemed to have experienced a high-intensity electric shock in an instant. He took a breath in forbearance, and after a while, he leaned over and hugged Wen Xi again.
Wen Xi buried his head in the crook of Yan Jue's neck, and the calm and cold fragrance enveloped and invaded him. He followed his instinct, tilted his head and bit Yan Jue's shoulder and neck.
The man restrained himself and took a deep breath, and hugged Wen Xi with such force that he almost embedded her into his body.
The rain outside the window gradually became heavier, and then stopped in an instant. Only the remaining water drops slid down the eaves, dripping into the puddles on the ground, creating circles of ripples.
Wenxi drew aside the curtains to look at the sky, and finally saw clearly what was hidden in the cracks. The branches were stretched out in disorder, and the leaves were wilting and about to fall off. It was a potted tree that was about to die.
"Why would you put a potted plant in the utility room?"
"It's likely that he forgot to take it with him when he was packing up." Yan Jue touched the soil in the flowerpot, dug up the dry surface soil, and revealed some traces of moisture. He twisted his fingertips and said, "It should be able to recover after some watering."
"How could you have forgotten to take it away? But since I found it, I will keep you."
The potted plant was not big but it had a lot of soil and was quite heavy. Yan Jue carried the potted plant to the small courtyard outside the house. After the rapid and short rain, the air was filled with a slightly fishy but very fresh smell. The nose felt relaxed and comfortable in this smell given by nature.
The itchiness in the throat was suppressed a lot. The potted plant was placed at the door. Wenxi found an empty water bottle, scooped a spoonful of rain water from the water tank in the yard, and gave it to the dying sapling.
The soil greedily swallowed the rain, and the rain sank into the soil at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wenxi poured two bottles of water in a row before stopping.
Wen Xi squatted down and reached out to fiddle with the shriveled leaves of the potted plant. "Brother, do you know what kind of plant this is?"
"It could be an orange or a lemon seedling. I can't really tell what it is. Do you want me to take a picture to identify it?"
Wen Xi thought about it and shook his head: "Wait until I take good care of it, and then you'll know what it is when it blooms and bears fruit."
"Why?"
Yan Jue watched him fiddle with the flower leaves, revealing the small half of his thin wrist wrapped in bandages. He drooped his eyelids, tapped the small whorl of hair on Wen Xi's head with his fingers, and said, "Little Pig, open the blind box."
Wen Xi looked at the sapling's branches, tilted her head and looked up at him. The redness in her eyes had not faded, but she smiled and said, "Keep the mystery of life."
*
They temporarily lived in the old house, which had three floors. In addition to the master bedroom on the second floor, the bodyguards lived in two empty rooms. Wen Xi and Yan Jue lived in the room on the third floor where he used to live.
The spacious and sunny house was equipped with a separate bathroom. The subordinates prepared a new bed and table, but due to the rush of time, the marks of the previous owner's children's award certificates on the wall were not removed in time. From the traces of strangers of similar age, we can vaguely see the traces of Wen Xi's life when he was rich and had a happy family.
Wenxi sat on the bed and stared blankly at the marks on the wall. They finished their meal at eight o'clock. They were exhausted after a day of traveling, so they decided to go to bed early. They returned to Yongning Town from City A across half the country. They were exhausted. The bathroom door was not very soundproof, and the sound of water running could be heard.
After five days of confusion, Wen Xi finally found time to deal with the messages piled up on his phone.
The previous phone was broken into pieces after being smashed, so Wenxi replaced it with a Yanjue model. All the information was imported by Yanjue for him, and the icon layout was greatly changed, so he was not very proficient in operating it.
After clearing out all the junk messages and setting up Do Not Disturb, Wen Xi opened WeChat. There were a row of red icons on the homepage, the most numerous of which was Ming Yao.
Ming Yao chatted with Wen Xi every day. It was impossible for Wen Xi to escape his attention while he was in a coma for three days. When the incident happened, Ming Yao was still abroad. He contacted Yan Jue and learned that Wen Ran was stolen by Wen Guoqing and Wen Xi was in a coma. He flew back to City A that night, kept coordinating time, and stayed with Yan Jue for three days. Only after Wen Xi's fever subsided did he fly back to continue his work.
[Unhappy Become Superman]: Have you arrived at Yongning Town?
[If You Are Unhappy, You Will Be Superman]: Where do you live?
[If You Are Unhappy, You Will Be Superman]: Is your throat better?
[If You Are Unhappy, You Will Be Superman]: Yongning is so far north, even though it is only the end of August, it is very cold at night, so wear more clothes.
[Be Superman When You Are Unhappy]: If your hands feel uncomfortable, just wipe them and don’t take a shower.
Wen Xi lifted his sleeves, revealing his bandaged wrist. He had fallen and scraped his skin, which was bleeding. Although he was in a trance when the scrape was first made, he still had some impression of the miserable state of his wrist. He thought of the nurse changing his bandage and Yan Jue's murderous expression, and guessed that his arm must be swollen like a steamed bun.
Fortunately, he had a strange physique, and he recovered quickly when his condition deteriorated. With the best treatment, after four days, the wound had formed a blood scab. In fact, it was OK to remove the gauze, but the blood scab was too itchy. Wen Xi couldn't control his hand from scratching, and he scratched his arm unconsciously, causing it to bleed again. Yan Jue asked the nurse to wrap a layer of bandage again to prevent him from hurting himself again.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: I came back at four in the afternoon. Yanjue bought back the old house and registered it under my name.
Ming Yao replied immediately.
[Unhappy is Superman]: That’s great.
[溪流成海]: I was surprised that he would buy back the house (crying)
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: Although many bad things have happened here, this is my and my mother's home.
[Unhappy is Superman]: My dear, you have your own little home again in Yongning (cheers)
[Unhappy Become Superman]: So are you living at home now?
[Stream Becomes Sea]: Hmm
[If You Are Unhappy, You Are Superman]: I don’t know where that bitch Wen Guoqing took Ranran to hide. Damn it, damn it.
[If you are unhappy, you will be a superman]: Be sure to bring a bodyguard with you when you go out, and don't let him attack you again.
[Stream Becomes Sea]: I will be careful.
[Unhappy Become Superman]: So are you going to wait until Wen Guoqing is found before coming back?
Wen Xi pursed her lips and typed.
[The stream becomes the sea]: Yes.
[If you are unhappy, you will be a superman]: (hug) (hug) (hug)
[Unhappy is Superman]: Ranran will definitely come back to you safely. Then I won't bother you anymore, go to bed early.
[Stream Becomes the Sea]: Uh-huh, good night.
After finishing the conversation with Ming Yao, Wen Xi switched back to the WeChat group. When he was unconscious, Yan Jue left a message for him, saying that he was traveling with his sister's boyfriend and didn't worry them. If it was Wen Xi himself, he would also come up with a similar excuse. The more close people knew, the more worried they would be.
He dribbled a little to show his presence, and as the sound of water in the bathroom gradually faded, his finger slid to the blacklist. There were quite a few numbers on it, and the latest one was Olivier, who was far away in Country M.
Wen Xi woke up from his coma and called to inquire about the whereabouts of Wen Ran. Oliphiel said that if he must have Wen Xi's bone marrow, he would kidnap Wen Xi on the boat and force him to have his bone marrow extracted.
Olifil said that he had the technology to keep the bone marrow temporarily effective even when it was separated from the human body. He didn't care whether it matched the model or not, and he would extract Wenxi's bone marrow first.
Oliver should be in the hospital, with the background sound of a crying child, and Yan Jue constantly sending people to interrogate him. He yelled at Wen Xi anxiously: He didn't know the deal between his mother and Wen Guoqing at all, and didn't know why Wen Guoqing, who was supposed to stay in a nursing home and be killed like his biological father, ran back to the country and kidnapped Wen Ran. Since Wen Xi didn't care about Joseph's life or death, what did Wen Ran's life or death have to do with him.
Wen Xi listened to his roar with a cold face, then hung up the phone. Later, Oliphiel sent a bunch of text messages begging for peace, saying that they had nothing to do with the kidnapping case and should not hurt innocent people, and asked Yan Jue to stop and not suppress them, as they were going to go bankrupt and could not afford to treat their illness.
After reading it, Wen Xi directly blacklisted Oliver.
In the same way, what does the life and death of Oliver, his mother, and that brother who has half the same disgusting biological blood have to do with Wenxi?
Yan Jue came out of the shower and saw Wen Xi lying on the table in a daze with the thick curtains drawn. There was only one bedside lamp on in the room. The warm yellow light fell on Wen Xi's quiet profile, like the setting sun leaving behind a lonely and confused afterglow.
He walked to Wenxi's side and covered Wenxi's cheeks with his hands. The wet hot steam spread to Wenxi's body and a faint orange scent came over. Wenxi raised her eyes and saw Yan Jue's dark eyes.
"Would you like me to wipe it for you?"
Wen Xi straightened up, hugged Yan Jue's waist, buried his face in his strong waist and abdomen, took a deep breath, smelled the rich sweet orange scent, rubbed his head, his hair was messy, and said in a muffled voice: "I'll wash it myself."
Yan Jue lowered his eyes and rubbed his head, letting Wen Xi rub his pajamas, "Be careful, I put a stool in the bathroom, sit on it and wipe your body."
"Um."
Wenxi washed her hair, blew it dry, then untied the bandage on her wrist and wiped it with a warm towel. Finally, she looked at the blood scabs on her arm for a long time and took out a new bandage to wrap it back on.
After cleaning up and coming out of the bathroom, Yan Jue just pushed the door and walked into the bedroom, holding a bowl in his hand with dark brown Chinese medicine in it.
Wen Xi frowned instinctively when he smelled the bitter taste. Yan Jue tapped his forehead with one hand and said, "Take the medicine and then go to sleep. Your throat will feel better."
Wen Xi looked at the bowl of brown Chinese medicine, took a breath, pinched his nose and drank it in big gulps. He couldn't taste it the faster he drank it. When Wen Xi swallowed the medicine, he inexplicably thought of the potted plant downstairs that was about to die of lack of water.
After drinking the medicine in one breath, Wen Xi could hardly breathe. He instinctively loosened his hand that was pinching his nose. His five senses connected as he breathed, and a bitter taste instantly surged up. Wen Xi frowned at him and quickly went back to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and brush his teeth.
When Wenxi came out of the bathroom again, Yanjue was standing by the bed, looking at the mark of the award certificate on the wall. Wenxi paused and walked over to him. "You followed me to Yongning Town. What about the company?"
Yan Jue lowered his head and saw the worried look on Wen Xi's face. He held his wrist and rubbed the newly changed bandage with his thumb: "The company has a vice president in charge. We can hold an online meeting. It's okay."
Although his eyes were a little tired, he still touched Wen Xi's cheek and said calmly: "I am not short of money, the company is not important, your matter is the first priority."
Wen Xi's breathing quickened. He couldn't eat candy to cover up the bitter taste even though his throat hurt. He could still smell the suffocating astringency when he breathed. He frowned.
“Is it still bitter?”
Wen Xi looked at him and nodded, "The tongue doesn't taste bitter, but the breath does."
Yan Jue's gaze wandered between Wen Xi's mouth and nose. Wen Xi swallowed, his chin was pinched, and the man lowered his head and kissed his lips.
The moment the bodies get close, the rich sweet orange scent belonging to another person and the sense of security fill your breath.
It was a quick kiss that lasted only thirty seconds.
Yan Jue rubbed the tip of Wen Xi's nose, and his hot breath blew on the sensitive skin.
“It has a slightly bitter taste.”
Wen Xi's breathing was a little rapid, and his mouth and nose were filled with the taste of Yan Jue. He grabbed Yan Jue's wrist and shook his head: "It's not bitter now."
The warm yellow light carved the man's cold brow bones, and Yan Jue's long black eyes became even deeper in the shadows. Wen Xi lowered his eyelids and kissed Yan Jue's Adam's apple.
Eyes met.
Wenxi was pushed onto the soft bedding.
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