Chapter 23
◎New Body◎
The stingy Xiao Ji cut the two persimmons into four pieces, peeled them, removed the pits, and put them on a plate.
Song Jinyu hugged the persimmons in her arms even tighter.
The fog outside the window grew thicker, and the rain pattered softly. Xiao Ji grabbed the rabbit and persimmon together and placed them on his lap, then took out Song Jinyu's phone.
"Come on, choose the photos you want to send."
Over the years, Song Jinyu's phone password has remained unchanged. Xiao Ji skillfully unlocked it and opened the photo album.
The photo album is overflowing; Song Jinyu photographs everything—even an ant she sees on the roadside, oddly shaped clouds, strangely shaped trees, delicious food, interesting people…
Conversely, he rarely posted selfies. Xiao Ji scrolled down for a long time but couldn't find Song Jinyu's selfie, but unexpectedly saw his own.
The man in the photo is wearing a suit, with a movie poster behind him. The lead actor is answering questions from reporters, while the director's face is half-hidden in shadow.
The person taking the photo seemed very guilty, as they couldn't even focus their phone properly before hastily pressing the shutter button.
The image was blurry, but the man's cold profile was pulled out with a thick, alluring quality through the haze.
Xiao Ji's hand froze. He held the phone and placed the photo in front of Song Jinyu. "Song Xingxing, what is this?"
Song Jinyu froze, then shouted, "How would I know what this is? What kind of trash photos are these? They just randomly appeared on my phone!"
A muffled laugh came from above. "Ah...you came here on your own."
Song Jinyu threw down the persimmons in her arms and tried to snatch the phone from Xiao Ji's hand. "Who knows what kind of trashy news you were browsing and saved it yourself? Delete it right now, it's an eyesore."
Xiao Ji added the option to favorites and then encrypted it.
Song Jinyu: "..."
"Hey! That's my phone!"
Xiao Ji stuffed the persimmons into his arms.
Song Jinyu felt that the persimmons had flattened him, and he thought that someone was taking revenge on him.
To his surprise, Xiao Ji didn't ask how the photo was taken; he simply brushed it aside and continued scrolling down.
Scrolling down, I finally found Song Jinyu's photo, but it was a group photo.
A photo of him and Zhuo Fan.
Almost instantly, the man's aura subsided.
Song Jinyu felt a strange tingling on his back, and he hugged the persimmon tighter. He didn't know who he was explaining to, but he said, "He begged me to take this picture. He said he was leaving and wanted to keep it as a souvenir."
Even after he left, he kept coming to see him every day.
Xiao Ji deleted the photos in front of him, her tone cold, "Since you've left, don't contact me again."
Song Jinyu thought Xiao Ji was really fussy, wanting to control everything and leaving him with no freedom at all. However, he wasn't angry. He didn't know why he wasn't angry, and he didn't even delve into whether he should be angry or not. He just grumbled to himself, feeling a little annoyed.
"Aren't you annoying? You even deleted my photos. Why don't you delete your ugly photos from earlier? Those are the ones that should be deleted the most."
Xiao Ji stroked the rabbit ears. "They're too ugly. I'll print them out and put them on your bedside table to ward off evil spirits."
Song Jinyu: "..."
Song Jinyu lifted a persimmon and threw it at him.
Xiao Ji took a bite of the sliced persimmon.
I finally found a selfie featuring only Song Jinyu.
He had just gotten a haircut then, and even Song Jinyu's handsome face couldn't withstand the barber's attack. His hair was uneven and lumpy. In addition, he was a new intern, and the sun was scorching. He was playing outside with the kids every day, and his face was sunburned. With that hairstyle, he looked like a country bumpkin who had just come to the city.
Seeing that Xiao Ji was about to send the photo, Song Jinyu hurriedly reached out to grab his hand, "No, no! This is too ugly."
Xiao Ji looked down and commented seriously, "Not ugly."
Song Jinyu suspected that he was blind.
"Give it to me, I'll find it myself."
"Can you use a cell phone?"
Song Jinyu held his fingers and slid them down.
Xiao Ji: "..."
So they used him as a pen.
There were so many random photos, and Song Jinyu searched for a long time before finally finding one that satisfied him.
In his group photo with the team, as the MVP of the game, he was surrounded by a crowd and was truly dazzling.
"This is it."
Xiao Ji looked at it and found that Song Jinyu's face had been distorted by the slap.
He paused, then said, "Or perhaps we should..."
Song Jinyu began to unleash his special skill, howling at Xiao Ji, "No, I want this one, it's about being myself, and I should be the one to decide which photo to use!"
Xiao Ji's head was throbbing from the noise, so she took a screenshot and sent it to him.
The other side replied very quickly.
[...]
Are you sure this is the one?
Song Jinyu possessed Iron Man's body and typed on a tablet while holding a pen.
Yes, this is it. It doesn't need to be too similar; just a bit of his good looks is enough.
[...]
[By the way, I need eight-pack abs and well-developed biceps.]
Song Jinyu suddenly became a little shy.
Can we talk about something more private?
The other side replied to him.
How private is it?
[A little bit private.]
"...Then tell me."
His penis is 18 centimeters long.
[...]
You retracted a message.
Song Jinyu turned her head, "Why did you retract my message?"
Xiao Ji said calmly, "I don't want to be a pervert for the time being."
Unfortunately, he withdrew too late; the other side had already seen him.
They seemed shocked and took a long time to reply.
[A 16cm body with an 18cm penis?]
Xiao Ji: "..."
Song Jinyu typed.
It's not impossible.
You retracted a message.
Song Jinyu turned her head again.
Xiao Ji confiscated his pen.
[That was just the kid talking nonsense. Just do it your way.]
Song Jinyu made a desperate struggle, "Eight-pack abs, biceps..."
Eight-pack abs.
Song Jinyu was barely satisfied.
The persimmons he had been holding for two days eventually rotted, and Xiao Ji dug up the seeds and planted them in the yard.
Perhaps in a few years, or perhaps more than a decade, a tree will grow on this not-so-fertile and vast land.
It may not be the strongest tree, but it is certainly the tree that people look forward to the most.
...
Song Jinyu's long-awaited doll has finally arrived.
Xiao Ji, who usually made a mess of his makeup, was surprisingly adept at working on that custom-made face. He knew Song Jinyu's skin better than she did, where his slightly curled eyelashes extended, where the corners of his mouth should curve, and even where the small mole on his eyelid should be placed.
Song Jinyu stared blankly at herself in the mirror.
He reached out and touched the mole on his eyelid. "Do I have a mole here?"
Xiao Ji was packing his things when he heard this, and answered with certainty.
"have."
It landed on the crease of the eyelid.
Song Jinyu often smiled with his eyes crinkled, and the mole was hidden in the crease of his double eyelids and not easy to see. Only when he fell asleep would the black mole peel out from under his skin. It was a tiny little spot, and when his breath fell on it, it would roll with his eyeballs.
In his dreams, Xiao Ji licked it many times.
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Adolescent dreams always come without warning.
Xiao Ji first had a dream in the summer of her second year of high school.
Song Jinyu's body is sluggish, and he experiences growing pains at night, often groaning and unable to sleep well. Zhou Qingwen gave him calcium supplements, but it didn't help. Xiao Ji would go over to massage his legs at night.
At that time, he was obsessed with comics, and there were several piles of comic books in his room. He was about to take the high school entrance exam, and the school and his family were very strict with him. He only dared to secretly read comics for a while when he was with Xiao Ji.
Song Jinyu was naturally thin, and no matter how much she ran and exercised outside, she only had a thin layer of muscle. After being confined to her studies for a long time, her skin became a little fairer, but her healthy yellow skin tone was a shade different from Xiao Ji's naturally pale complexion.
Xiao Ji's slender fingers landed on the boy's crossed legs.
The skin beneath his hands was like a seedling growing vigorously upwards; when his palms touched, he could clearly feel the pulsating pulse beneath.
Warm, and under his control.
Song Jinyu was flipping through comics with her back to him. When she saw that he didn't move for a long time, she stepped on his waist and abdomen, her tone carrying a coquettish tone that even she herself didn't realize.
"My calves ache every night, can you give me a massage?"
In that instant, Xiao Ji's breathing suddenly became heavier.
The fan spun behind him, the air blowing in from the back of his neck, but another wave of inexplicable heat rose up, making his fingertips burn.
Song Jinyu, lying on the bedding, knew nothing. Seeing that he didn't react, she pressed her foot against Xiao Ji's supple waist and abdomen again.
"It's not Xiao Ji, I even treated you to ice cream at noon, and you won't even give me a foot massage?"
Xiao Ji lowered his eyes and raised his hand to press down.
Later, those legs appeared in his dreams.
His hand cupped the calf, more like a caress than a massage, moving upwards inch by inch.
In the end of the dream, those legs were wrapped around his waist, pressed tightly together in an extremely intimate position.
When I woke up, I felt sticky and uncomfortable under the covers.
Only now did Xiao Ji realize that some things had indeed changed.
Even though he had never experienced romantic love, he knew that a relationship between two men was doomed to fail.
Reason can suppress unspoken love, but jealousy cannot. Jealousy burns him to the point of madness, yet reason pulls him back.
Xiao Ji maintained his status as Song Jinyu's friend for a year until his mother came to visit him during his senior year of high school.
It's amazing that, despite the close relationship between the Song family and his family, no one ever noticed his inappropriate feelings for Song Jinyu, except for his mother who saw it at first glance.
Rong Jiao remained calm and even had time to personally make dumplings for him in her grandmother's small kitchen.
Her slender, pale fingers pinched the dumpling wrapper, and her voice carried a natural charm as she spoke.
"I've heard about Song Jinyu's story. She sleepwalked as a child and almost died several times. It's not easy for her to have survived to this day."
"Your father and I owe you something. We don't care who you like or who you want to be with."
“But Song Jinyu is not an option.”
Xiao Ji looked up at her.
“Jin Yu has already suffered enough. He is close to you and trusts you completely. You are just beginning to fall in love, and you can coax and deceive him into being with you. But this is not fair to him, and it is not fair to the Song family.”
“He’s still young, he doesn’t know anything, I can’t let you lead him astray.”
"Xiao Ji, you need to understand that not everyone can accept homosexuality. Have you considered Song Jinyu's future? Have you considered the Song family's future?"
Xiao Ji remained silent.
Once the water boiled, Rong Jiao put the dumplings into the pot.
"You're all too young, calm down."
She placed the cooked dumplings in front of Xiao Ji.
“I will tell your maternal grandparents to take you back to the Xiao family to live.”
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