Chapter 35 Lucid Dreams "Like me, okay?"
Chapter. Thirty-fifth
Wen Jiangchu gently pressed down the somewhat leaky quilt of Shen Qiudu, and completely covered his hand with his rough palm. Then he clasped his fingers together and carefully rubbed along the veins.
Over the years, he had seen Chen Qiudu do many things with these hands - washing clothes and cooking, moving bricks and doing repairs, wiping away tears and sweat late at night, or clenching his hands to restrain his desires and emotions.
He was like a calf kept in a pen, his neck scarred by strangulation, his pupils long since faded and out of focus. He stood calmly at the foot of the mountain, gazing at the vast expanse of green, unsure of his final destination.
Until Wen Jiangchu appeared with the key.
Amidst the boundless expanse of heaven and earth, Chen Qiudu stood out as the only breathtaking beauty in Wen Jiangchu's eyes. Her bloodied and frayed hands and feet, her matted and filthy hair... these very qualities underscored her unique, unyielding, and stubborn nature, the very reason Wen Jiangchu was drawn to her.
Chen Qiudu symbolizes both wildness and the darkness of society, having endured countless dark and treacherous experiences. Yet, it was also Chen Qiudu who helped Wen Jiangchu rediscover the meaning of life.
So no matter whether Chen Qiudu is kind or selfish, cowardly or brave, gentle or dark, to Wen Jiangchu, he is just the person Wen Jiangchu likes.
That person's name will always be Chen Qiudu.
Wen Jiangchu had long known about Chen Qiudu's extremely stubborn outlook on love, but so what? If he were ever to be imprisoned in a room, he would personally throw the key out the window.
Sinking into this world forever with Shen Qiudu sounds like a good idea.
Ever since his relatives passed away and Uncle Liang lost a leg to save him, Wen Jiangchu began to think of himself as the so-called disaster star. If it weren't for him, the whole family wouldn't have boarded that private plane, his parents, grandparents, aunt and uncle, and the kitten wouldn't have died to celebrate his birthday, and Uncle Liang wouldn't have needed crutches to support his body for the rest of his life.
Falling from the platform overnight had left Wen Jiangchu with considerable psychological trauma. He appeared composed on the surface, but only he knew he was actually vulnerable, twisted, and timid, even feeling a sense of inferiority when facing Chen Qiudu.
Therefore, only extreme possession can make Wen Jiangchu feel that he is cared for and loved. While giving love to Chen Qiudu, he meanly expects Chen Qiudu to lock him up by his side and personally express what he thinks and feels.
Especially when talking to others, he liked being trapped in his own little world by Shen Qiudu, so that he could feel extremely satisfied. He ignored everyone and just wanted to be the only two of them in the world.
Wen Jiangchu certainly knew that Shen Qiudu was the same person as him, so he could not get away from Shen Qiudu at all, and he would die.
So, Chen Qiudu is his lucky star. It was he who suddenly broke into Wen Jiangchu's world, lit a star lamp, and guided the way home.
Wen Jiangchu lifted Chen Qiudu's hand reverently and placed a gentle kiss on him, full of affection and reluctance.
But the road to unlocking the chains is full of thorns.
"Qiu Du, I'm sorry... but I will never let go of your hand."
Wen Jiangchu carefully checked to see if there were any leaks, closed the windows tightly, and then quietly left the room.
After closing the door, Xue Shanke raised his eyes and looked at Wen Jiangchu. He rested his arms on the railing, a cigarette with a glowing flame between his right fingertips, and a misty white vapor came out from his lips.
"Is he fast asleep?"
"Well," Wen Jiangchu walked to Xue Shanke's side, his expression serious, "His glandular condition is much more stable now, but didn't he take medicine? Why did he suddenly become abnormal?"
"It was Lu Shuyao. She added something to the shower gel. It didn't have any side effects, but it just enhanced the smell of the herb. She probably wanted to make Chen Qiudu develop antibodies to your pheromones."
Xue Shanke crushed the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can. His eyes fell on the man in a suit who was sitting on the inside of the sofa with his legs crossed downstairs. He heard intermittent chuckles and rolled his eyes speechlessly.
"Qin Mao, I've been here for three hours now, and I've been on the phone for two and a half hours. I don't know why you've been talking for so long, it's like you're crazy."
No one would have thought that a man who is good at both black and white and has a terrible scar on his face would be a henpecked husband and love-brained.
Wen Jiangchu smiled helplessly and said, "His girlfriend has separation anxiety. He came here reluctantly because of the cooperation. Please be considerate of him."
"Dating is troublesome..." Xue Shanke glanced at Wen Jiangchu, who was completely absorbed in Shen Qiudu. "You too."
"Although the fact that I brought Shen Qiudu to the Wen family has been kept secret, the Song family has already noticed something is wrong. As long as the Song family doesn't fall, you will be in danger. Shen Qiudu may also be implicated by you. Wen Jiangchu, what are you going to do?"
Wen Jiangchu lowered his lips, clicked his tongue impatiently, and rubbed his temples. "I won't let him succeed. He's trying to use the people I care about to bind me again."
"I'll take Qiu Du to the banquet tomorrow. At least it will allow him to make some more connections before he goes back, which will help his work at school go more smoothly."
"You really wanted to bring everything to him personally." Xue Shanke raised his hands and began to count. "Look, geographical location, government policy support, funds, connections, you gave him everything you could give, but what's the result? Now you still have no status or position."
"You don't understand." Wen Jiangchu leaned his back against the wall, raised his hand and took out the photo of Chen Qiudu as a teenager that he had kept privately from his pocket, stroking it lovingly, "I'm waiting."
"Waiting for what?"
"When Chen Qiudu can actively express what he wants, I want to slowly guide him to learn to believe that he deserves everything and to express what he wants without hesitation. Right now, Qiudu still has some doubts and denials about himself."
"Wouldn't that be tiring for you? You have to constantly care about him and speculate about him, while also being busy with other things."
Xue Shanke didn't understand Wen Jiangchu's feelings, nor did he understand how free he had to be to guide someone to become a better person without asking for anything in return.
Instead of doing this, why not just find someone who is already normal and like him?
"I don't feel tired, because when I see Qiu Du learning to come out on his own, and even actively approaching me and expressing his feelings, I feel especially happy."
Wen Jiangchu patted Xue Shanke's shoulder and said, "Xue Shan, love is not something that will stay where you want it to be. Love is not the same either. It will suddenly burst in, and by the time you realize it, it's too late to stop it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Mao, who was downstairs, had just hung up the phone and shouted upstairs, "Are you guys still going to talk? If not, I'm going home. My baby is waiting for me to sleep."
Seeing Wen Jiangchu coming downstairs, the sweet and warm expression on Qin Mao's face instantly faded. He frowned and said, "Wen Jiangchu, the Song family is going to take action in the next few days. Try to stay away from Chen Qiudu and don't take him with you."
Wen Jiangchu's heart sank. "How long will it take?"
"A week."
*
When Chen Qiudu woke up from his sleep, it was already noon. He had slept for an unusually long time, and at first he felt very hot and uncomfortable, but then...
Later, it seemed like someone helped lower his temperature, and the gland pain subsided, and even—
Chen Qiudu raised his hand and touched his lips, and a flash of memories came back. He even seemed to have kissed something that was not soft, but bony, and it hurt his lips a little.
But Shen Qiudu didn't have the energy to think about these things now. Lu Shuyao's words from yesterday were still ringing in his mind. Since he wanted to try to take a step forward, the slums could naturally become his starting point. He had to learn to face it from where he fell.
But in response to Wen Jiangchu's confession, Chen Qiudu pursed his lips, rolled himself into the quilt, and his mind was in a mess.
He was afraid that after a day Wen Jiangchu would act as if nothing had happened and he would be the only one who remembered it. What if he had acted on impulse and wanted to regret it?
If Wen Jiangchu was sincere, he would naturally be moved by Wen Jiangchu, who was gentle, firm, and infinitely tolerant of him. But there were too many things between them. His glands had not been cured, and the Song family was still secretly coveting everything of the Wen family. He did not want to be a burden to Wen Jiangchu.
Love can be indestructible, but also extremely fragile. What would he do if one day his feelings for Wen Jiangchu stopped, or Wen Jiangchu got tired of him?
Chen Qiudu naturally wouldn't give Wen Jiangchu this opportunity, and he believed that he was loyal enough, so he just locked them up. But he was a good boy, so he had to deal with everything before locking Wen Jiangchu up.
After all, he is also a reasonable and good citizen.
How should he tell Wen Jiangchu about it? Chen Qiudu couldn't express his feelings.
Should I just pounce on him and tell Wen Jiangchu, "I like you, you only belong to me, so I'm going to lock you up and make you mine alone! But I have to deal with the things between us first, so you have to wait for me to sort everything out!"
So Wen Jiangchu would take him to see a psychiatrist, right? Maybe even throw him out.
So annoying.
Chen Qiudu crawled into the quilt in annoyance, buried his head in it, and became a little autistic like a turtle.
Chen Qiudu had never liked anyone before. This was the first time he felt attracted to Wen Jiangchu. However, there were too many people around Wen Jiangchu, and he hated them. However, he couldn't forcibly block out everything from the outside world.
“Dongdong——”
Before Shen Qiudu could think it over, the doorbell rang suddenly. Shen Qiudu said irritably: "You haven't woken up yet!"
After a while, Chen Qiudu suddenly felt that his whole body was suspended in the air, and someone was holding him up from behind with a quilt wrapped around him.
"Wen...Wen Jiangchu! What are you doing?!"
Chen Qiudu looked back and saw Wen Jiangchu smiling triumphantly after his mischief succeeded. Chen Qiudu blushed because he was only wearing a thin pair of pajamas!
"Put me down now! If you keep doing this...I really won't talk to you anymore!"
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to Qiu Du."
Wen Jiangchu obediently put Chen Qiudu back. As soon as he landed on the bed, Chen Qiudu immediately stepped back, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and glared at Wen Jiangchu, who was smiling happily, with dissatisfaction.
"Wen Jiangchu, I hate you so much..." Chen Qiudu rubbed the soft quilt against his lips and spoke in a low voice, his ears already red.
"Ah, does Qiu Du hate me again?"
Wen Jiangchu pretended to be aggrieved and came close to Chen Qiudu, even using his illness to make tears seep from the corners of his eyes, and the black "crybaby mole" was particularly conspicuous.
"But Qiu Du, I really like you, please don't hate me, okay?"
"Like me, okay?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com