Miss you
Lu Zhiyan returned to China on the eve of May Day. Around 10 p.m., Song Zicheng was watching his younger brother fall asleep in his room when there was a knock on the door.
Not many people know where he lives. Jiang Yuebai and Ling Chu wouldn't come at this time. Song Zicheng's eyes darted around, and a bad thought appeared in his mind. Could it be that his address has been found out again?
For a moment, a hint of panic flashed across Song Zicheng's face. He hurriedly opened his phone to check the trending topics, but there was nothing there. He slowly relaxed, but his tense nerves remained rigid.
He walked to the door and opened the peephole. A familiar face appeared in the small peephole, but it occupied his entire eye. Song Zicheng immediately opened the door. Before he could say anything, he was pulled into the arms of the person in front of him and held tightly.
The weather in Beijing had warmed up by the end of April and the beginning of May, but it was still a bit chilly at night. Both of them were wearing long sleeves, without the thick winter clothes. At this moment, the two of them, who were tightly embracing each other, could feel each other's warmth and breath with perfect precision.
"I miss you." Lu Zhiyan's first words were simple, but enough to stir Song Zicheng's calm heart.
"Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?" Song Zicheng asked, patting his back.
Lu Zhiyan stirred, burying his face in Song Zicheng's warm, throbbing neck, greedily inhaling the familiar scent he missed.
A barrage of kisses rained down on his neck, making Song Zicheng's breathing unsteady. In his hazy state, he vaguely heard Lu Zhiyan say, "I wanted to give you a surprise."
When the two separated, Song Zicheng's face remained completely calm, showing no sign of excitement, a stark contrast to Lu Zhiyan's overly excited expression.
Lu Zhiyan didn't mind. He hooked Song Zicheng's chin with one hand and gently lifted his head up. Then, he carefully examined every detail on Song Zicheng's face with his piercing gaze.
The process was short. Lu Zhiyan's gaze towards Song Zicheng gradually darkened, his deep, weary eyes filled with complex emotions.
Lu Zhiyan tilted his head slightly and took the lips he had longed for into his mouth. The kiss carried their mutual longing and eagerness, and the familiar, long-lost touch instantly stirred up Lu Zhiyan's desire and heat. The kiss, which was originally gentle, became more and more passionate and ardent.
The two kissed their way from the doorway to the bedroom. Although it was dark and the lights were off, their long-standing intimate contact had made them familiar with each other's bodies. Lying on the bed, Song Zicheng was aroused to the point of weakness and quickly succumbed to desire.
They made love for a long time that night. Song Zicheng, whose eyes were glazed over from the exertion, couldn't understand how Lu Zhiyan could have so much energy. How could he be so energetic and swaggering after sitting on a plane for more than ten hours? It seemed that his worries were unnecessary.
Gradually, he heard even breathing coming from beside him. Lu Zhiyan's arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his thighs and even his entire body were hanging on him, so he could only slowly turn his head to look at the person behind him.
By the moonlight, Song Zicheng saw that authoritative and extremely handsome face. He stared at it for a very long time, so long that Song Zicheng's eyelids were about to close. Then, he exerted a little force and turned over.
The two embraced face to face. In the darkness, Song Zicheng's lips curled into a faint smile. Perhaps his mind was not quite clear at night, he leaned forward and, as if possessed, planted a very crisp and decisive kiss on Lu Zhiyan's lips.
Even though he was kept up until two or three in the morning last night, his long-established biological clock still made Song Zicheng open his eyes at seven o'clock sharp.
Every time he slept with Lu Zhiyan, he would snuggle up to Song Zicheng like a clingy puppy. He used to scoff at it and find it extremely disgusting, but now he didn't seem to hate it as much anymore.
Looking at Lu Zhiyan who was fast asleep, Song Zicheng tiptoed carefully away from the arm that was on Lu Zhiyan and tiptoed out of the room.
In front of the bathroom mirror, his lips were still red and swollen, and below his face, all the exposed skin showed clear signs of intimacy, which was enough to prove the madness and recklessness of last night.
Just as Song Zicheng was making breakfast in the kitchen, Song Zian came out of his room. He rubbed his eyes, walked to the kitchen door, looked at his brother, and asked, "Brother, are you going out today?"
"Ah, no," Song Zicheng replied, somewhat confused by the question.
"Then why are you wearing such a formal white shirt?"
Song Zicheng glanced down at his clothes and said calmly, "Because my brother wants to wear them."
Song Zi'an's face showed disbelief for a second, then he waved his hand and muttered, "Okay, okay."
"Brother, how come there are so many gifts!"
Hearing Song Zian's voice, Song Zicheng came out of the kitchen and walked to the sofa. He saw the gifts that Lu Zhiyan had brought, which filled several suitcases. The two of them had kissed as soon as they met last night and had no time to pay attention to anything else.
Song Zicheng casually said, "Your Uncle Lu brought him!"
"Uncle Lu? When did Uncle Lu arrive? I didn't see him."
Upon hearing Lu Zhiyan's name, Song Zicheng suddenly realized that Lu Zhiyan was currently asleep in his bed. A hint of anxiety flashed across his face, but he quickly put on a nonchalant tone and said, "He came last night, delivered the gift, and left."
"Ah, I was asleep last night, otherwise I would have seen him. I really miss Uncle Lu."
Seeing his younger brother's dejected look, Song Zicheng reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "Then let's have your Uncle Lu come over for dinner today."
Upon hearing this, Song Zicheng immediately raised his drooping head and said happily, "Okay."
After making breakfast, Song Zicheng took advantage of Song Zian reading in his room and immediately pushed open the door to wake Lu Zhiyan up. However, when he entered, Lu Zhiyan was already dressed and washed up. When she saw him come in, she greeted him with a "good morning".
Song Zicheng didn't have time to talk to him much. He quickly pulled him out and said, "Zian is awake. Go out and knock on the door now. Tell him that I invited you to dinner and that the gift was the one you brought last night."
The two walked quietly through the living room. Song Zicheng nervously glanced back at Song Zian's room door from time to time, while Lu Zhiyan behind him remained calm and composed, with a slight smile on his lips.
"What are you laughing at?" Song Zicheng asked.
"It feels like we're having an affair," Lu Zhiyan whispered in his ear.
Song Zicheng ignored him, dropped the person off outside, and slammed the door shut. He then quickly returned to the kitchen, pretending to be busy. Just then, the knocking sound he expected rang out.
Song Zicheng raised his voice and shouted, "Zi'an, go open the door."
Song Zian trotted over, and the moment the door opened, Lu Zhiyan bent down to greet him: "Good morning, Zian."
"Uncle Lu, you've come so early."
"Yes! Are you happy to see your Uncle Lu? Did you miss me?"
"Of course I missed you!" Song Zi'an hugged his waist and smiled brightly.
"Uncle Lu, is your arm completely healed now?" Song Zian asked Lu Zhiyan as he took a sip of milk at the dining table.
"Yes, that's right!"
After washing the dishes, Song Zicheng came out of the kitchen and immediately saw Lu Zhiyan dozing off on the sofa. He told Song Zian, who was unwrapping gifts, to keep his voice down, and then took a thin blanket from the bedroom and draped it over Lu Zhiyan.
Even during the May Day holiday, Lu Zhiyan didn't have time to stay long. After lunch, he received a phone call and left in a hurry. At the door, Lu Zhiyan kissed Song Zicheng's forehead, stroked his face, and said, "Go and report on your work. You'll be back soon."
It was past 11 p.m. when Song Zicheng was already getting ready for bed, and Lu Zhiyan finally arrived.
When Lu Zhiyan left, he looked calm, but when he returned, he looked tired and looked much more haggard than when we last met in the last few hours.
Song Zicheng frowned and asked, "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I'd like to sleep here tonight. I'm going to take a shower now." Lu Zhiyan's voice was hoarse and tired. Song Zicheng looked at his back and couldn't help but feel worried.
When Lu Zhiyan came out after taking a shower, Song Zicheng walked up to him with a glass of warmed milk and said, "Drink some milk before you go to sleep."
"Do you think I'm a child?"
After Lu Zhiyan finished speaking, he chuckled, dried his wet hair with a towel in one hand, took the milk with the other, and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.
"Help me blow-dry my hair," Lu Zhiyan said.
Song Zicheng stood by the bed, while Lu Zhiyan, sitting on the edge, had his arm around Song Zicheng's waist and his head resting on Song Zicheng's stomach. For a moment, the only sound was the whirring of the hairdryer.
Lu Zhiyan's hair was thick and shiny. Song Zicheng's slender fingers ran through his hair, and the soft hair felt surprisingly nice to touch.
His hair was almost dry, but Lu Zhiyan didn't let go of his waist. Instead, he buried his head in his chest again, looking like a clingy child begging for candy.
This apartment building is mostly inhabited by people who have migrated to Beijing for work. Some have come in search of better jobs and opportunities to improve their lives; others have traveled from afar to find good doctors for their family members…
At this hour, the entire building was quiet, without a single sound of noise or disturbance. But the quiet here was different from the quiet in Lu Zhiyan's apartment. Here, he didn't feel any loneliness, but rather a strange sense of peace and reassurance, as if his heart, which had been wandering and lonely for many years, had finally found its home.
In the silence, Lu Zhiyan's tired voice could be heard: "The project in France was started by my mother before she passed away. It had just begun to take off when my mother passed away. I was too young at the time to take on this responsibility. A few months ago, the project was restarted. At that time, I had just broken my arm. My father wanted Lu Zhize to take over. I was very angry and argued that only I could do this project. I flew to France on the first day of the Lunar New Year. I spent four months working hard on it."
At this point, Lu Zhiyan let out a long sigh. Hearing his choked voice, Song Zicheng felt that he seemed to be crying. To comfort him, Song Zicheng gently patted his back and said with a heartache that he himself did not realize: "You did a great job on this project, so why are you still so down?"
From the moment Lu Zhiyan stepped through the door, Song Zicheng could tell that he was uninterested and in low spirits. If he hadn't searched for relevant information and materials online beforehand, he would have thought that something had gone wrong with the project that Lu Zhiyan had taken over.
Why am I so sad now that I've completed the task so successfully, perfectly, and to my satisfaction?
"I only realized how great it was after the project was completed. No matter how much the company leaders and my father praised me, I just couldn't be happy. After the project was finished, my last contact with my mother was over."
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