Chapter 33 Lucid Dream "Chen Qiudu, Wen Jiangchu likes you."...
Chapter. Thirty-third
The further he flipped through the pages, the more moments of Chen Qiudu appeared. Within three seconds, Chen Qiudu could tell whether the photo was taken by the bodyguard or by Wen Jiangchu himself.
Because no matter from the angle, focus, composition and other aspects, Wen Jiangchu's photos always make Chen Qiudu feel an inexplicable warmth just from the photos.
Chen Qiudu is always the most central figure in Wen Jiangchu's lens.
There is a photo taken on the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day of family reunion. Chen Qiudu was sitting alone outside the yard, looking up at the full moon hanging high in the sky.
That was the time when the moon was the roundest and brightest in the past few years. The uncle at the construction site even gave everyone a night off so that they could go home and enjoy the moon.
But in the photos taken by Wen Jiangchu, the rare bright moon was just the back of Chen Qiudu.
There were too many examples like this. Chen Qiudu had never imagined that the photo albums he thought had rotted in the ground were not only picked up by someone, but were even filled up. They were heavy, as heavy as the emotions revealed by Wen Jiangchu, which made Chen Qiudu feel a little breathless.
Apart from his mother, he felt for the first time that he was also silently valued by someone. Some people might think that Wen Jiangchu's behavior was too despicable and horrible, but Chen Qiudu did not think so.
Only through this kind of excessive emotional display can he gain the ultimate sense of security and satisfaction.
His throat felt dry and his heart felt swollen as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in it. Chen Qiudu blinked desperately, trying to suppress the sour feeling that kept rising up in his heart.
He took a deep breath and spoke in a hoarse voice, "So, how did you get to know me back then? We weren't on the same page back then."
Chen Qiudu broke free from Wen Jiangchu, held the photo album in his arms, stood in front of Wen Jiangchu and looked at him.
Wen Jiangchu smiled faintly, supporting his head with one hand on the table, his heart and eyes filled with Chen Qiudu. "When I was 14, I was diagnosed with that disease after a test. My parents were very worried."
"But I'm not too scared. Pheromones have both advantages and disadvantages, and they can actually become my strengths."
"Later, the gossip started to increase, and the psychological pressures of adolescence gradually accumulated. I began to doubt myself, and my parents noticed something was wrong with me, but by then the symptoms had already worsened."
"So they began to seek medical treatment everywhere, and learned that the only way to treat my condition was to find a highly compatible flower or plant Omega to become my treatment carrier. After being permanently marked by me, I would use his pheromones to alleviate the symptoms and ultimately cure the disease."
"But you also know that my pheromone is quite special. It's from Dianthus radiata, which is extremely rare. When I almost gave up, my parents found you, Qiu Du, in the pheromone matching database."
"They matched your pheromone report with mine. You were the only Omega with over a 90% match with me. The only difference was the level difference. But at that time, you were my only choice."
"You could say that you're the only one who can save me, and you've become the one I need to rely on 100%. In other words, I can no longer leave you."
"Then why didn't I know anything at that time?"
Wen Jiangchu lowered his eyes, hiding the guilt and timidity in his eyes, "Because I stopped them. If I forcibly mark you and make you my carrier between different levels, you will be very uncomfortable. Moreover, once an Omega is marked for life, there is no other choice. Washing off the mark is also very painful. But I don't want... I don't want you to endure so much because of me."
"But my symptoms kept coming back more and more frequently day after day. During that period, every time I woke up in the middle of the night, I had to wash my face. The tears in my eyes were uncontrollable, and I couldn't even face people."
"My parents couldn't accept it. They didn't want to see me so depressed, so they went to negotiate with the Song family without my knowledge and asked them to allow them to enter the slums and bring you here."
"At the time, the slum land was under the jurisdiction of the Song family, and we had no right to enter. Just as the cooperation was about to be reached, I threatened to kill myself to force my parents to stop. My illness was already very painful, so how could I drag you into it?"
It's a pity that in the end, Shen Qiudu was indirectly injured.
If it weren't for him, the Song family wouldn't have regarded Shen Qiudu and his family as the Wen family's weak point, and they wouldn't have vented their anger on Shen Qiudu and his family in order to retaliate against the Wen family.
"Later, my parents accepted my suggestion and temporarily chose medication for treatment. I also learned how to better control my symptoms, and the symptoms gradually eased."
Wen Jiangchu's icy cheek was suddenly caressed by a warm palm. Chen Qiudu gently brushed the corner of his eye and asked, "If that's the case, why did you take such a big risk and sneak into the slums to see me?"
"At first, I was just curious about what the boy who bound me with the red thread of fate looked like? Where did he live? Because I didn't see your photo in the matching report."
"Gradually, sneaking into the slums to see you has become a necessity in my daily life. The thing I look forward to most when I wake up every day is sneaking into the slums to see you. Even at home, I would wonder what Chen Qiudu is doing now? Is he resting or working? Or even just sleeping?"
"It's like an addiction. I feel uneasy when I can't see you. It's too dangerous in the slums, and your health is not good. I'm afraid you will disappear one day."
Wen Jiangchu watched Chen Qiudu grow up little by little from a young and immature face into a mature and withdrawn appearance, watched him grow up strong in the polar regions, worked hard to make money and study, and watched Chen Qiudu go from forbearance and obedience to learning to resist.
Sometimes Wen Jiangchu would choose to take action to teach some people a lesson for Chen Qiudu, solve some problems, cover up his tracks to protect his safety, and even give him more business.
However, Wen Jiangchu later discovered that none of the money went into Shen Qiudu's pockets; it was all taken away by his father. At the same time, Shen Qiudu was forced to drop out of school. Knowing how much Shen Qiudu wanted to continue his studies, Wen Jiangchu resolutely went to a public high school, offering to sponsor Shen Qiudu's education. However, this was discovered by someone from the Song family.
Wen Jiangchu had no choice but to reduce the number of times he went to the slums and reduce his presence as much as possible. He didn't want to drag Chen Qiu across the water again.
Therefore, in Shen Qiudu's growth process, Wen Jiangchu was present in almost every step, but Shen Qiudu just didn't know it.
"So when we first met, I fainted on the way and you happened to appear near the slums and quickly rescued me. It wasn't a coincidence, right?"
"Yes." Wen Jiangchu stretched out his index finger and gently hooked the slightly bent pinky finger of Shen Qiudu, which was hanging at his side, and shook it. "I wanted to go see you, because a few months ago, that piece of land had already belonged to me."
"It's just that fate loves to play tricks on us. I just got out of the car and saw you collapsed on the side of the road, disrupting everything I had planned. But the final result remained the same. I still brought you to the Wen family and brought you to my side."
As for why he didn't say it at the time, it was not only because Shen Qiudu was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, but also because he was afraid that Shen Qiudu would not be able to accept his extreme behavior and that he would become more and more afraid of himself.
Wen Jiangchu could no longer accept the person he cared about leaving him, so he was willing to let the reunion take any amount of time. As long as Chen Qiudu could stay by his side, everything would be enough. He didn't ask for much.
Therefore, what Chen Qiudu thought was their first meeting was actually a long-awaited reunion that Wen Jiangchu had been waiting for for many years.
"Why..."
Chen Qiudu lowered his head and spoke in a soft, soft voice. Wen Jiangchu didn't hear clearly at first and moved closer, "What?"
"Why are you telling me this now? Why... do you treat me like this? Do you like me? Or do you just feel sorry for me? Wen Jiangchu, why do you like me? I didn't do anything..."
"Wen Jiangchu, you should feel sorry for me, right?"
Chen Qiudu lifted the photo album to cover his face, then squatted down helplessly, hugging his arms tightly with both hands, and his voice became weaker and weaker.
Chen Qiudu's understanding of "like" was not thorough. He believed that if you liked someone, it must be because of something: beauty, money, personality, ability, but Chen Qiudu had nothing outstanding except beauty.
But Chen Qiudu hated his appearance and his Omega identity. They never brought him convenience and a green channel in life, but endless danger and slander.
So he didn't understand, and he desperately wanted to know why. Why did Wen Jiangchu inexplicably fall in love with him? Why did he give him tolerance and understanding? Was this love?
But all this...isn't it because Wen Jiangchu sympathizes with him?
Pity is not liking, let alone love, and he still understands this truth. Shen Qiudu does not want his tragic experience to become the reason for others to sympathize with him and help him. He is strong enough and can do many things by himself - cooking, fixing light bulbs, cutting clothes, he never needs charity from others.
But if he really left now, Chen Qiudu would be reluctant to leave. But what exactly was he reluctant to leave? Was it the life of free food and clothing here, or was it... Wen Jiangchu himself?
"Qiu Du...Qiu Du..." Wen Jiangchu leaned over and knelt on one knee, gently shaking Wen Jiangchu's shoulders, trying to bring his thoughts back.
But it was no use. Shen Qiudu desperately blocked the photo album between him and Wen Jiangchu, unwilling to face it. Wen Jiangchu had no choice but to use force on Shen Qiudu for the first time, snatched the photo album from his hands and threw it under him.
Then he placed his hands on his chin, forcing Shen Qiudu to look directly into his eyes.
"Qiu Du, I'm telling you this because I want you to know that you've never been a disaster or a jinx. It's because of you that I'm able to survive and escape my illness. You're my lucky star, don't you know? It's because of you that the slums are now receiving government support for post-disaster reconstruction. It's because of you that your mother learned to leave on her own."
"I'm not pitying you or sympathizing with you."
"Qiu Du, you don't need to do anything to make me like you. You live a strong life, kindly help every animal and child you pass by, and when you're being chased for debt, you resolutely protect the people you care about. You are strong, brave, kind, and resolute. Isn't this enough to make you lovable?"
"You are always worth it, Shen Qiudu."
"So I like you."
"Chen Qiudu, Wen Jiangchu likes you."
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The warm and restless atmosphere seeps into the rich dark color bit by bit.
Chen Qiudu frowned slightly, curled up in a corner and muttered something. He couldn't help but hug the quilt tightly, rubbed his cheek against it, and only calmed down after smelling the familiar scent.
Until a loud sound of footsteps was heard and the steps kept shaking, so that Shen Qiudu could vaguely feel the vibration and finally woke up from his chaotic mind.
He opened his eyes and sat up completely the moment he saw Wen Jiangchu's desk. He looked around and found that he was sleeping on Wen Jiangchu's bed, and the computer screen used for work in front of the desk was lit with a white light. Even the door was not closed tightly. He guessed that Wen Jiangchu had just left.
Chen Qiudu slapped his head with some regret, and the memory of the study just now suddenly flashed back.
What did Wen Jiangchu say at the end? Do you like him?
So did Wen Jiangchu confess to him? However, the fragmented words could not be pieced together into a complete sentence in his mind.
The sudden climax of his emotions caused Shen Qiudu's body to automatically activate its protective mechanism, and just like when he heard the news of his family's possible death, he immediately fell into a coma.
In addition, Xue Shanke still had not had time to drink the medicine he cooked, and his body could not hold on for a moment, so he fell directly into Wen Jiangchu's arms.
But even in a coma, his ears were the last to close, and he vaguely heard Wen Jiangchu say, "I like you."
No matter what, he still wanted to ask Wen Jiangchu in person.
Chen Qiudu walked to the door and was about to open it when he suddenly saw Wen Jiangchu's figure through the gap. He had his back to him and was chatting with a group of people in suits who seemed to be government officials not far away.
"Thank you, Mr. Wen. Only the Wen family is capable of taking on such a difficult matter as the slums."
The slums had always been under the control of the Song family, but this place and the people in it were insignificant to most families. No one was willing to spend extra money to solve the problems of living, studying or even breaking the law in the slums.
What's more, even if someone is willing to do it, the Song family will stop it. After all, this is the Song family's territory. Everyone is watching coldly. Why are you the first one to stand out? In the habitual indifference, a sudden bit of kindness is actually a sin.
"Nothing, it's what I should do. You can contact my assistant about the funding amount for the school in the slums when the time comes."
The man opposite nodded, and his eyes suddenly swept over the photo album in Wen Jiangchu's hand. He noticed that the photos behind were exactly what the slums looked like before the fire.
"Hey, were these photos of President Wen taken in the slums? Is that boy... President Wen as a child?"
Oh no.
Chen Qiudu's heart tightened. He suddenly forgot that the photo album had been taken away by Wen Jiangchu.
Wen Jiangchu lowered his head and smiled dotingly, "It's not me, but because of him, I'm willing to do everything to help the government rebuild the slums."
"He... is the most important person to me and the one who occupies everything in my life."
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