Chapter 45 Love Brother
"Xiao Che, remember to go to Uncle Li this afternoon and pay him back for the shoe repairs."
Cheng Che opened his eyes, the pain in his body still not gone away. He was stunned for a long time before recognizing the scene in front of him - white walls, desk, leaky windows, and test papers scattered beside the bed.
A familiar female voice at the door reminded him, "I put the plaster on the bedside table for you. Don't fight with your classmates anymore."
Cheng Che looked down at his body and suddenly lifted the corner of his clothes. There was no trace of any scars there. He was stunned and unable to react.
The female voice soon faded away, and Cheng Che stumbled after it, as if he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was alive.
"Why did you follow me out? Is there anything you want me to buy for you?"
Cheng Che stared at him blankly, and after a long while he finally called out, "Mom, Mom..."
"What's wrong?"
She smiled, and the fine lines at the corners of her eyes raised, adding a trace of the passage of time, but she still looked the same as in Cheng Che's memory. He must be dreaming. She had clearly left him, so why did she appear so vividly in front of him?
"I'm going to work. You should do your homework at home. Your dad will be home later. Tell him if you want to eat anything."
Dad? Cheng Lijia? Cheng Che said subconsciously: "He is not my dad. I don't have such a dad."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't learn bad things from your friends outside."
She criticized Cheng Che with a serious face, as if he had said something outrageous. She was not like this before. She always smiled helplessly but never argued.
She repeatedly warned: "Go back, don't go out and fight."
Cheng Che didn't want her to disappear in his dream, so he pulled her tightly and almost cried, "Don't leave..."
"Xiao Che, what's wrong with you today? Did Dad scold you yesterday? You know Dad has a bad temper, so can you forgive him?"
Cheng Che kept holding her and wouldn't let her go. Her palms were already rough from touching leather products for a long time. This real and familiar touch made Cheng Che collapse again. Why was her tone so real? Even her hands were the same. Why was this a dream?
Cheng Che cried, tears falling down in big drops, and mumbled "Don't go".
"What's wrong? Why are you crying again?"
She hugged him anxiously and touched his head, "Is it hurting again from the last time you got hit on the head?"
What did he mean by being hit on the head? Cheng Che suddenly remembered the time when Cheng Lijia hit him on the back of the head with a stick. He suddenly calmed down and his memories gradually became clearer - perhaps his mother was not dead at all, and all of this was just his imagination, otherwise how could he explain what was happening before his eyes.
What about Lizimai? Is Lizimai also fake?
He returned home and searched the Internet for a long time before he discovered in despair that there was no BGI and no Lizimai in this world. He had never met this person from the beginning. This person was fake, and everything about him was fake.
Cheng Che was not wearing the ring he had given him, nor was there any trace of Li Zimai's presence.
Maybe this is the real world. Otherwise, how could there be such a perfect person who likes him, doesn't care about his embarrassment, tolerates his temper, and says that he only loves him? How could such a person exist?
It was because Cheng Che was sick that he imagined that there was someone who loved him.
"Xiao Che! Come down quickly!"
Someone was calling him from outside the window. It was a familiar young voice. It was Duan Rui. Cheng Che ran downstairs with red eyes, grabbed Duan Rui's shoulders and asked him, "Li Zimai... Where is Li Zimai?"
Duan Rui handed him the snack and asked doubtfully, "Li Zimai? Is he your classmate?"
He didn't know Li Zimai. How could he not know Li Zimai? He had clearly seen Li Zimai before.
Duan Rui asked worriedly, "I just ran into Auntie, and she said you weren't feeling well today, so she asked me to look after you. Do you have a headache again?"
They all said he had a headache, but he was clearly fine, so why did he have a headache? Cheng Che said in embarrassment, "I, I had a dream... There was a person in it named... Li Zimai, Cherry Li Zimai."
"Such a strange name? What did you dream about?"
I dreamed that I was attending classes with him, climbing mountains with him, kissing and having sex with him. He was obviously my first love, how could he be fake?
How could it be fake?
Cheng Che waited from day till night but did not wake up. This was not a dream. His mother was still alive. Although Cheng Lijia still beat him, he did not beat him as hard as before. He would only teach him a lesson when Cheng Che was disobedient, just like a normal father teaching his son.
Cheng Che thought: Was it because he was really disobedient in the past that Cheng Lijia beat him like that?
Summer passed in a flash, and Cheng Che gradually regained consciousness. He knew that he was sick, which was why he imagined a Li Zimai.
His mother still went out early and came back late, but every time Cheng Che came home from evening self-study, there would be a hot meal waiting for him. The whole family adjusted their schedule for Cheng Che's college entrance examination.
On the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Cheng Che was doing his homework in his room when his mother knocked on his door and said softly, "Xiao Che, I'm going out to buy some wine. We have guests coming to our house today, so don't stay stuck in your room."
On the fifth day, buy wine.
Cheng Che suddenly burst into tears and said, "Don't go, don't go out."
do not leave Me.
He suddenly lost all consciousness, just like that morning several years ago, when he was unable to stop his mother from leaving the house.
"Cheche... Cheche! Wake up..."
When Cheng Che opened his eyes, the corners of his eyes were already wet. He saw Li Zimai approaching Chi Chi's face, and the big stone pressing on his heart was suddenly shattered. He hugged Li Zimai tightly, sobbing with heavy breathing and suppressed breathing.
"Are you having a nightmare?"
Li Zimai's big hands stroked his hair and the back of his neck, and he comforted him softly, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
After a long time, Cheng Che still didn't recover. He didn't speak, nor shed tears. He just kept hugging Li Zimai, burying his head in the crook of his neck, and smelling his scent.
Cheng Che had had that dream many times. On the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, his mother went out and never came back. He woke up crying every time and fell into deeper self-blame and despair. For the first time, someone hugged him and said: Don't be afraid, I am here.
He mumbled with a nasal voice, "I just had a dream... You weren't there. You're fake. You didn't exist at all."
There was no Li Zimai in that dream, and he was unable to stop his mother from leaving.
Li Zimai held his face and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm right here."
Cheng Che's eyes were red. He looked at him for a long time, then lowered his head to look at the ring hanging around his neck. Then he leaned forward to lick Li Zimai's mouth, sucking like a baby sucking milk. After arousing Li Zimai's desire, he suddenly pushed him away and nodded at the air.
Li Zimai was full of doubts, "What kind of ceremony is this?"
"nothing."
Cheng Che seemed to have not yet recovered from the nightmare. He said gloomily, "Can you please go out first? I want to put on my clothes."
He had been lying naked for two days, with only half a blanket covering him. It was not yet dark outside, and he did not want to put on clothes in front of Li Zimai, especially pants.
"Don't be impatient."
Cheng Che said in a muffled voice, "...I'm not coming."
Li Zimai smiled and said, "What do you take me for? Although I haven't finished fucking you for two days, I'm not such a beast that I want to drain you dry."
Cheng Che looked at him suspiciously, obviously not believing it. After this incident, Li Zimai's reputation as a sex maniac was firmly established in Cheng Che's eyes.
"I'll apply it on you again."
Cheng Che's body was covered with bruises from Li Zimai's pinching during sex. There were even obvious finger marks on his waist and buttocks. It looked scary, but Cheng Che didn't feel any pain.
Li Zimai felt extremely distressed. He applied a cool ointment to him and sighed, "Brother Che, why are you so delicate? I haven't even put much effort into it."
Cheng Che muttered, "How much more force do you want to exert?"
Pinching and kneading me like that, he's like a pervert.
"If I fuck you hard, you won't be able to get out of bed."
Cheng Che was embarrassed by his dirty talk. He grabbed the man's hair and shook his head fiercely, "...Don't think you can do whatever you want from now on. Don't even think about it."
Li Zimai pinched his face and said with a smile: "Why don't you think about it? Aren't you happy?"
Cheng Che imitated his dirty talk and said, "I didn't do anything to you, how can I feel good?"
"You want to mess with me? How do you want to mess with me? Tell me, and I'll see how I can cooperate."
"Lizimai!"
"Can you please change your name for me? Someone who doesn't know me might think you're here to collect the debt."
Li Zimai shamelessly said, "Call me brother. I'm two years older than you. Shouldn't you call me brother?"
Cheng Che decisively refused: "I don't have a brother."
"My brother is different. I am your lover."
Li Zimai also sang, "Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat, brother, I will walk on the shore, loving each other and swinging leisurely ~"
He was a musical instrument player, but his singing was terrible. Cheng Che was suddenly amused and covered his mouth to stop him from singing, "It's terrible."
Li Zimai hugged him gently and said softly, "Can we sleep together from now on? I will sing to you every night, and you won't be afraid anymore."
He had known for a long time that his Cheche had poor sleep quality and often had nightmares. He had seen Cheche crying in his dreams several times. Li Zimai felt extremely distressed, but there was nothing he could do. He could not do anything at that time and could not openly hold his Cheche in his arms to comfort him.
Cheng Che's eyes were red, and he didn't know if it was because he was tired in the past two days, or because of the sudden sourness. He said sullenly, "Are you inviting me to live with you?"
"You can understand it this way."
"I don't want to...I don't want to do it so soon..."
Li Zimai fell silent. Cheng Che hugged his neck and said guiltily, "Don't worry..."
"Um."
Li Zimai quickly concealed his frustration, not wanting to embarrass Cheng Che. "You can live with me whenever you want. I'll listen to you."
Cheng Che nuzzled his neck and whispered, "...Li Zimai, you're so nice."
Li Zimai pretended to be relaxed and said, "Hey, you know I'm good, why don't you even call me brother?"
Cheng Che tried to change the subject, "You go out first, I need to get dressed."
"I haven't finished applying it yet, and there's a huge finger mark on my butt."
Li Zimai's eyes were raised high, and the look he gave at the base of his neck was clearly amiss. Cheng Che quickly wrapped himself in the blanket, as if afraid he would go berserk. "...You go out first, go out."
"I'll help you put it on."
Li Zimai was about to lift his blanket, but Cheng Che suddenly yelled, "I'll do it myself!"
He had obviously lost the most basic trust of humanity in Cheng Che. Who knew what he would do while he was putting on his clothes.
"Okay, okay, do it yourself."
Li Zimai surrendered with both hands, turned his back to him, went to the cloakroom and found a clean T-shirt and shorts, "Wear this, freshly washed."
"I want to wear mine."
"Didn't you always wear mine before?"
Li Zimai sighed and coaxed, "Be good, I really won't touch you anymore."
Cheng Che yelled at him to get out, then staggered and locked the door. He then collapsed on the bed, catching his breath for a long time before he started to put on his clothes.
Li Zimai waited outside for a long time, but didn't hear any movement. He knocked on the door, "Cheche? Are you ready?"
No response.
Li Zimai pressed the door handle and asked tentatively, "Am I coming in?"
Cheng Che had already put on his clothes. He was so thin that he could not support Li Zimai's clothes at all. His short-sleeved shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. His exposed arms and calves were bruised and purple, and his slender neck was dotted with red spots. He was sitting on the bed looking at his mobile phone. When he saw Li Zimai coming in, he hid the phone behind his back, looking like a guilty thief.
"What are you looking at?"
"Nothing, why didn't you knock?"
Li Zimai squatted down and looked him in the eye, then said helplessly, "I knocked, but you were playing with your phone and didn't hear it."
"...I, that client...the client asked me when I would submit the drawings."
Li Zimai followed up on his words and asked, "Didn't I help you with this a few days ago?"
"Your image won't work. A two thousand dollar piece of work has the effect of a five thousand dollar piece. I can then modify your image and sell it to another client for eight thousand dollars, making a profit of six thousand dollars for nothing."
Li Zimai rubbed his head and said with a smile: "Brother Che has a good business mind."
"I'll split the money between you and me, three for me and five for you."
"Okay, let's go out for dinner now?"
Cheng Che lowered his head and said awkwardly, "Can we just stay at home?"
Li Zimai was completely pleased by the word "home". "It's all right, but I'm not very good at cooking, and I don't want to trouble you. Can we order takeout?"
"Um."
Li Zimai wanted to lead him out of the room to get some fresh air, but Cheng Che was unwilling to move. He then noticed Cheng Che's unnatural expression and immediately reached out to touch his forehead. "Are you feeling unwell? Do you have a fever?"
Cheng Che dodged the back of his hand, "...No."
"So what's wrong?"
Li Zimai remembered seeing him looking at his phone when he came in, and guessed, "What happened?"
Cheng Che shook his head. Li Zimai was still trying to find out. He pursed his lips and said with great embarrassment, "I, I... my legs are a little weak..."
Li Zimai was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed out loud.
Cheng Che's face turned red. He had just spent a lot of time asking Baidu what to do about his weak legs after sex. It said that he had kidney deficiency and should be careful of spermatorrhea due to excessive indulgence. It also said that a man would become exhausted if he ejaculated four times in a row within six hours. He had sex with Li Zimai, then fell asleep and woke up before having sex again, and each time they lasted so long. Why didn't Li Zimai become exhausted, but he did?
He said very seriously: "Li Zimai, I might have kidney deficiency..."
Li Zimai suppressed his laughter and consoled him, "How is that possible? Brother Che is so amazing, how could he possibly have kidney deficiency?"
He lifted Cheng Che up with one hand on his buttocks and said, "It's my fault. I did it too many times and made Brother Che soft."
Cheng Che was desperate and didn't care that he wasn't cool at all when he was hugged like this. He hooked his arm around Li Zimai's neck, enjoying the other's transportation service with peace of mind, and whispered, "...Don't do this again."
How can this be possible, working from evening to morning and then back to evening.
"There's something even more exciting, do you want to try it?"
"roll."
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