Chapter 24
Song Youran climbed up the tree and saw Wen Chu running out of the house below, strolling around the yard and then running back in a hurry.
After a while, the servants also ran out of the house and looked for something in the yard.
Is there treasure in the yard?
Song Youran sat on a tree branch and saw the farthest place, the yard opposite. There were no flowers or fish inside the fence, but a few tomato plants grew in the grid-shaped mud fields.
He heard a noise behind him and turned around to see Wen Chu standing in the room pushing the window out.
"Uncle, don't be afraid."
Wen Chu's back quickly disappeared behind the window. He ran to the terrace next door, leaned over the railing, and stretched out his arms towards Song Youran in the tree. "Uncle, come to me quickly."
Song Youran wondered if Wen Chu was stupid. The tree branch was farther from the edge of the terrace than Wen Chu's two arms put together. Would he be crushed to death if he jumped down?
Song Youran sat on the tree without moving and continued to look at the vegetable garden in the yard opposite.
Wen Chu ordered the servants to bring a ladder and place it under the tree. He climbed up the ladder, standing at a place shorter than Song Youran, and spread his arms again: "Uncle, I'll carry you down."
Song Youran ignored Wen Chu, so Wen Chu continued to climb higher, step by step, until he could hook his arms around Song Youran's waist.
Song Youran slapped Wen Chu's hand away, hugged the tree trunk with both hands, and slid down the tree like a monkey.
"I don't come down not because I don't dare, not because I can't, but because I don't want to."
Song Youran stood under the tree and smiled smugly: "Silly!"
Wen Chu stood on the stairs with his eyes wide open.
Song Youran was about to leave, but when she saw Wenchu's amused expression, she imitated him and opened her arms: "Come on, little nephew, uncle will pick you up."
He was deliberately trying to anger Wen Chu and didn't really want to pick Wen Chu up, but he didn't expect Wen Chu to not play by the rules and actually jump.
He was lying on the grass, his body pinned down by an elephant. The elephant raised its head and stared at him with its dark eyes: "Uncle, you didn't catch me."
This guy actually complained to him!
He thought to himself, who told you to jump? But he couldn't utter a word. He could only hug the elephant tightly, burying his face in its soft hair, and hear the thumping sound from its chest - he was still alive, but the person he cared about was dead.
His eyes were wet. He hadn't cried since Xie Xueruo passed away because, apart from being annoyed, he didn't feel sad. But at this moment, he suddenly felt sad.
He took a deep breath to calm the sobs rising in his throat, and said with a smile, "You fell from the sky and I caught you. From now on, you belong to me."
Elephants don't talk.
Silence is tantamount to consent.
So, he thought the elephant was his.
Song Youran leaned against the desk, took off Wen Chu's glasses, and played with them in her hands.
"You said you were accompanying me, but the truth is, you didn't want to go to evening self-study. If you don't go to evening self-study, you won't have to eat in the cafeteria at night, and you can get a few more hours of sleep. You're happy, right?"
Wen Chu reached out to grab the glasses: "Give them back to me."
Song Youran turned the legs of her glasses and tossed them lightly, and the glasses landed on the rocking chair by the window.
Wen Chu tried to stand up to get it, but Song Youran held his shoulders down and said, "There are so many documents. It will take a while to finish reading them. Take a break."
He took out a bottle of juice from his pajamas pocket like a magician, unscrewed the cap, and fed it to Wen Chu's mouth.
Wen Chu took a few sips and thought the taste was okay, so he reached out and held the bottle himself.
Song Youran bent down and found a very small version of herself in Wen Chu's eyes.
"Is it delicious?"
Wen Chu didn't say anything, turned the chair around, and faced the back of the chair towards Song Youran.
Song Youran laughed angrily, what a stingy guy.
Turning the person back, he persistently demanded an answer: "Is it delicious?"
Wen Chu: “Yeah.”
Song Youran pouted with a smile: "I want to drink too."
Wen Chu handed the bottle over.
Song Youran didn't take the bottle, but looked down at Wen Chu's face until their lips touched.
The documents on the table were bumped by someone's arm and fell to the ground.
Song Youran and Wen Chu put their foreheads against each other, their noses touching, their breaths entwined.
"Do you like this taste?" Song Youran's breathing was slightly disordered.
Wen Chu blinked: "What's that smell?"
Song Youran said, "Orange juice."
Wen Chu replied: "It's OK."
His ears were red and his eyes were misty and watery, but unfortunately he couldn't see it.
Song Youran narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips against his again, "Kiss again?"
Wen Chu exhaled a breath of hot air: "No kiss."
Song Youran stepped back slightly, her hand lower, stroking and laughing as she did so. "You really don't want to kiss me? Your body doesn't respond that way."
Wen Chu lowered his eyes and looked at Song Youran quietly without saying a word.
Song Youran said to herself, "I didn't expect you to like me so much. I just kissed you twice, and you got so excited."
He chuckled and tried to pull Wen Chu's pants, but Wen Chu grabbed his hand and wouldn't let go.
Song Youran threatened: "If you don't figure it out now, it will be useless later."
Wen Chu probably believed it and his fingers relaxed.
Song Youran got what he wanted. He sat on the ground, looked up and asked Wen Chu, "Are you comfortable?"
Wen Chu's face was wooden: "I don't feel well."
Song Youran pressed her fingers hard. "Don't talk nonsense! How could I possibly feel uncomfortable about something like this?"
The wateriness in Wen Chu's eyes became even brighter.
Song Youran loosened her fingers, and somehow she could see the grievance on Wen Chu's face.
He sighed: "You're lucky, little bastard."
Wen Chu leaned back in his chair, his fingers curled up, clutching Song Youran's prickly short hair...
Song Youran climbed up by holding onto the armrest of the chair. Wen Chu turned his face away. Song Youran pinched his chin unhappily and said, "It's your own thing, why are you so disgusted with it?"
After the kiss, she helped Wen Chu pull up his pants and asked him, "Are you comfortable?"
Wen Chu hummed reluctantly.
Song Youran kept asking, "Well, is it comfortable or uncomfortable?"
Wen Chu had no choice but to close his eyes and say, "It feels good."
Song Youran smiled and asked, "Who makes you feel better, me or someone else?"
Wen Chu opened his eyes: "Who are those others?"
Oh, that means there is no one else yet.
Song Youran beamed, happily planning for the future: "I'll help you with this later, okay?"
Wen Chu: “Not good.”
The crescent moon instantly transformed into two large copper bells. Song Youran gritted her teeth and said, "You're here again, aren't you?"
Wen Chu explained: "I don't like it."
What don't you like?
Don’t you like this kind of thing, or don’t you like me?
Song Youran's arm, veins bulging as he held onto the edge of the table, said, "Say it again."
Wen Chu pulled up the corner of Song Youran's clothes: "Uncle."
Song Youran couldn't stand it any longer: "Don't call me that!"
The half bottle of orange juice left on the table was knocked over, and Song Youran limped out of the study on crutches.
Instead of going to the master bedroom, he climbed onto the bed in the guest bedroom and covered his head with the quilt.
I don’t want to like Wen Chu anymore, he can do whatever he wants and whatever he wants;
Life is so long, and you will definitely meet someone more interesting than Wen Chu in the future.
Song Youran took out the medicine bottle from his pocket and threw it into the trash can. He waited with his eyes open until dawn, but Wen Chu did not come to the guest bedroom to find him.
Good, very good!
If I ever bother with you again, I’ll be a pig!
Wen Chu stayed in the bathroom for twenty minutes. Song Youran walked back and forth three times at the door with a cane. A ghost with disheveled hair stood in front of the mirror.
The ghost was holding a small mace in his hand, which bit his hair and refused to let go. The ghost had no choice but to pull the mace hard, which made his eyes red.
This scene seems familiar.
Song Youran cursed inwardly, "You're so stupid!"
He walked in and sat on the stool, put his crutch aside, then called the person to squat in front of him and untangled the hair tangled in the comb one strand at a time.
"This comb is for curling hair. Can you please just use your straight comb?"
Wen Chu said stubbornly: "I like this round comb."
Song Youran threw Wen Chu's favorite roller comb into the trash can and said, "Go to the trash can and like it."
Wen Chu glanced at it nonchalantly and said, "There are many more on the Internet."
Song Youran glared, "Believe it or not, I'll cut your hair."
Wen Chu shook his head: "I don't believe it."
Song Youran hooked her finger, Wen Chu did not suspect anything and moved his head closer, but Song Youran grabbed his hair.
Wen Chu trembled: "Uncle."
"I'm telling you," Song Youran said viciously, "From today on, I'm going to be very, very, very bad to you. You'd better not mess with me!"
As for how bad this "very bad, very bad, very bad" is, Wen Chu has no idea for the time being. Life seems to be not much different from before.
Wen Chu kept his lips tightly closed and refused to drink the juice Song Youran fed him.
"What's wrong with you?" Song Youran was furious, and the glass bottle was about to be crushed by him.
Wen Chu said, "I don't like drinking orange juice anymore."
Song Youran's fingers trembled as she pointed at Wen Chu's nose: "You...I endured it!"
Wen Chu wondered why Song Youran had to endure it. Wasn’t he going to be very, very bad to him?
Song Youran changed the juice used to make the medicine into red pomegranate juice.
"Does it look like blood?"
Wen Chu took a sip and said, "Not like it."
"I'm talking about the color," Song Youran said maliciously, pointing at the bottle. "It's bright red. Does it feel like drinking blood? Doesn't your mouth taste bloody? Do you want to vomit?"
Wen Chu deliberately took a big sip: "It tastes good, I don't want to vomit."
Song Youran cursed, "You're a fucking weirdo."
After drinking the juice, they kissed and hugged each other as usual.
Wen Chu stopped Song Youran from pulling his pants: "Indulgence is harmful to your health."
Song Youran laughed sarcastically, "Other people come here every day, that's called indulgence, but you come here once a week, what's the point of indulgence?"
Wen Chu's time was getting longer and longer. Song Youran leaned against Wen Chu's knees and gasped for breath: "Have you evolved?"
Wen Chu touched Song Youran's rosy lips and asked, "Evolve what?"
Song Youran opened her mouth and took her finger in, grinding her teeth against the bone. Then she let go and said, "Become Superman."
Wen Chu wiped his fingers on Song Youran's collar: "I'm not Superman."
"Okay, I just want you to become a normal person."
Song Youran said with hope: "If you try harder, I will..."
"Just what?"
Song Youran cleared her throat and started again, "I'm telling you, I already have someone I like, but if you're willing to do your best to please me, I can reluctantly change that person to you. What do you think? Do you want to give it a try?"
Wen Chu didn't want to refuse.
Song Youran laughed loudly: "People like you who have no vision are only fit to play in the mud."
Wen Chu stroked Song Youran's curved eyes, his heart full of doubts. Is Song Youran really smiling?
Song Youran insisted on seeing Xie Xueruo's unrestored body, but the tragic scene didn't make him shed a tear.
He looked relatively calm and told the staff, "You are not mistaken. She is indeed my mother."
Later, at the funeral, he didn't cry. Instead, he returned from the cemetery holding Xie Xueruo's portrait with a blank expression. He had wrapped the frame of the black-and-white photo in black cloth and hidden it somewhere unknown.
Wen Chu searched the entire villa but couldn't find it. He thought that maybe Song Youran took Xie Xueruo's portrait out of the villa.
One day, he couldn't find Song Youran anywhere in the villa, and he thought Song Youran had left.
He ran up and down the stairs several times and finally found a person sitting on the tree outside the window.
Song Youran sat on the tree, dangling her feet in the air.
It's too dangerous.
He stood under the tree and called Song Youran, but Song Youran ignored him.
Song Youran sat on the tree, like a bird ready to spread its wings and fly away at any time.
He asked the servant to bring a ladder, stood on it and stretched out his hands towards Song Youran.
Come here, uncle, you can't leave without my permission.
He saw Song Youran pursed his lips. There were clearly no tears in his eyes, and his eye sockets were clearly not red, but he seemed to see Song Youran crying and hear his sad cry.
So pitiful!
He thought, even though Song Youran had lied to him, he was still willing to give Song Youran a small leaf to support her head.
Wen Chu picked up the white paper ball on the ground and threw it into the trash can. He went to the bathroom to clean himself up and then returned to the bedroom.
Song Youran was not in bed, so he went to sleep in the guest room again. Because he was rejected, even though he smiled on the surface, he was still angry in his heart.
Although Song Youran had lost the ability to cry, he could still laugh, get angry, and be furious...
Wen Chu turned off the bedside lamp and woke up the next morning to find he was the only one in the bed.
Song Youran was so angry that she refused to sleep with him, but she still helped him tie his hair. So how bad was Song Youran's so-called "very bad, very bad, very bad"?
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