Chapter 31
Summer is here again in a blink of an eye. The sun is scorching. You can cook in an iron pot under the sun without making a fire.
Song Youran stood in the corridor, and students came out of the dormitory door downstairs, pushing their suitcases.
Wei Qian said on the phone: "When do you get your ticket? We'll pick you up."
Song Youran said, "Don't bother. I'll find you when we get there."
Wei Qian asked, "Can you stay a few more days? Summer vacation is so long, don't rush into a part-time job, just take a few days to rest."
Song Youran: "Don't worry about it. I have my own plans."
He wasn't a slacker who wouldn't rest if he could, insisting on working to feel comfortable. Xie Dong's health had deteriorated since he started elementary school, with frequent colds and fevers. Song Youran was terrified of this, and felt insecure if she didn't have some money saved.
Wei Qian brought up the matter of the house again: "You won't be returning to City A in the future, so you should sell the house over there, or rent it out. It's such a waste to leave it empty."
Song Youran: "That's my mother's house, the only thing she left behind."
"Houses are dead, but people are alive." Wei Qian said, "I'm also considering you and Dongdong. You should think about it."
Song Youran said, "Don't worry. The house has already been mortgaged, and the loan hasn't been paid off yet."
Wei Qian was surprised: "How could it be, I thought..."
"You think I'm stupid? If I didn't have a mortgage, I'd be working like I am now, working part-time every day." Song Youran crushed an ant on the ground with her foot. "I don't want the house my mother left me to be auctioned off."
Wei Qian mentioned the house again and again, which made him suspicious: "Are you short of money again?"
"No." Wei Qian smiled. "I'm just worried that working part-time is too hard for you and that it's wearing you out. You're still so young and have a lot of life ahead of you."
Song Youran snorted coldly, "I'd be very grateful if you could pay more attention to Xie Dong and not have him get sick and end up in the hospital so often."
Wei Qian hesitated, "His physique is like this, there's nothing I can do..."
"His physique was not like this when he was a child." Song Youran retorted.
Wei Qian couldn't reply, so she shouted into the microphone, "Dongdong, come quickly and talk to your brother."
Song Youran waited for a while, then heard a timid child's voice on the other end of the line: "Brother..."
"Your voice is so quiet, you haven't eaten yet."
He was used to being arrogant towards the mother and daughter, and his mouth always spoke before his brain.
The receiver fell silent, and Song Youran adopted a gentle tone, "Brother, you're wrong. You're a polite elementary school student now, not the crying, screaming little brat you used to be."
Xie Dong was still the same as when he was little, his brain wasn't strong enough, so he only listened to the first half and didn't hear a single word of the sarcasm in the second half.
"Brother, when will you come to see me?"
Song Youran's heart blossomed, and the corners of her mouth curled up: "Why, you missed me?"
Xie Dong: “Yeah.”
Song Youran suddenly wanted to pull the little guy out of the phone and give him a few rubs. "It's almost time. I'll come see you in a couple of days. I'll buy you any toys you want."
"I don't want toys."
"What do you want?"
Xie Dong was silent: "...I don't want anything."
"Wow, you've grown sensible, young man."
Xie Dong said softly: "Brother, I miss you."
"You only say you miss me," Song Youran said, eyes curled, bringing up old grievances. "I never see you call me on your own initiative. Every time I call your mom, you're like, 'Oh my!' You're so busy, either doing homework or playing outside. You don't answer the video or voicemail. When you say you miss me, is that true or false?"
There was no sound in the microphone again.
Song Youran raised her hand and slapped herself in the mouth. How despicable.
After hearing "Hello" twice, he thought his phone was broken and was about to hang up and redial, but the person on the other end was different.
Wei Qian said, "The child ran away before he could say a word."
Song Youran said, "He has a bad temper now. You can't spoil him all the time. You still have to teach him the rules."
Wei Qian said, "He's in poor health and has a bad temper. I'm afraid if I'm too harsh on him, he might get upset with me."
Wei Qian's words touched a nerve with Song Youran. "You don't want to be a bad person, so you let him do what he wants? He's fine with you now, but what about when he grows up? He realizes that people outside aren't like family, and won't pamper him. He'll suffer, and then he'll blame you for not teaching him when he was little."
Wei Qian didn't hear a word, feeling aggrieved. "That's what being a parent is like. No matter how much you do, it's wrong. No one can understand."
Song Youran couldn't communicate with her, it was like talking to a wall. She just said "let's contact again" and ended the call abruptly.
Pushing open the dormitory door, Wang Qiang, wearing a pair of flashy denim shorts and a tight T-shirt, walked over with a twist of his waist. "How do you like my outfit?"
Song Youran had a blank expression on her face. This guy had shaved all his leg hairs.
What else could he do? He gave a thumbs-up: "Excellent!" He gnashed his teeth over every word.
Wang Qiang was so happy that he rushed to the desk and dressed in front of the mirror: "I trust your taste, this is the outfit I'll wear tonight."
Song Youran chuckled twice, took out a suitcase from the closet, and packed her travel clothes.
Wang Qiang rubbed lotion on his face while flirting with Song Youran, "When you go home, I'll be the only one left in the dorm. I'll be so lonely."
He thought Song Youran went to Wei Qian's place to go home, and that Song Youran's hometown was in that remote little city.
Song Youran didn't say anything and silently stuffed things into the suitcase.
"Why don't you stay and work part-time? You can earn a lot in two months. I see you make a lot playing that big bear."
"Dressing up as a bear was a thing of that dynasty. People haven't dressed up as bears for a long time." Song Youran said.
"So what were you busy with up front?"
"Teach the kids to play ball."
Wang Qiang stopped the small brush in his hand and turned to look at Song Youran squatting on the ground.
That curved back, the muscles faintly visible beneath his clothes, the slightly clenched, powerful arms… He felt dizzy, his breathing quickened, and the small brush fell to the table. “How could a child appreciate something?”
He cleared his throat and said, "You Ran, can you do me a favor?"
Song Youran closed the box, clapped her hands, and stood up: "Speak."
Wang Qiang made an appointment with his friends to meet in the evening. There were two of them. He had originally invited another classmate to go with them, but that classmate had something urgent to do and couldn't go, so he hoped Song Youran would accompany him.
"You find someone else. I'm not interested in this kind of thing."
Song Youran put the towel on his shoulders. He was sweaty and smelly after making a phone call in the corridor, so he planned to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
"Brother, Brother Ran!" Wang Qiang stretched out a smooth long leg to block Song Youran's way.
"We're just having a meal and chatting together, nothing else. If you don't like it, we can just leave early." Wang Qiang's thigh, covered with tendon meat, was about to stick to Song Youran's trousers.
"Brother Ran, Brother Ran, please."
Song Youran felt worse than if she had eaten a fly. "Stop yelling! I'm going. Stay away from me."
If Song Youran knew that he would meet that person tonight, he would definitely not agree to let Wang Qiang accompany him to the appointment.
It started out normal, with the four of them eating and chatting. It was still early when the show ended, so they moved to another place to continue chatting.
Song Youran didn't want to spoil the fun, didn't refuse, and followed him readily.
The lights in the private room were dim, and the low table was filled with wine bottles. Song Youran didn't know much about wine, so she picked up grapes from the fruit bowl and ate them, chatting idly with the person next to her.
Somehow, the atmosphere suddenly became wrong. There were grunting and banging sounds coming from the toilet cubicle, occasionally with a man's quick and patient groan or two.
A man's mouth is a lie!
Just have a meal, chat, and do nothing, and then do it with someone in the toilet?
The grape between Song Youran's fingers fell to the ground and rolled far away. The man next to him peeled a new one for him and put it to his mouth.
Song Youran stood up and the second grape fell to the ground.
The man grabbed Song Youran's wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"
Song Youran impatiently shook it off: "None of your business."
The man sneered: "You're already out, why are you pretending to be a pure boy?"
He wanted to play hardball, and Song Youran particularly enjoyed it. She twisted the man's arm and pinned him to the ground. "He looks tall and strong, but he's just a phony. Eat more spinach, grandson!"
The man's face was squeezed to the ground and distorted: "You are fucking sick!"
Song Youran stood up and kicked the man in the stomach: "A good dog doesn't block the road."
The man twisted like a maggot on the ground, shouting his companion's name, but unfortunately there was a toilet door between them, and his companion was in high spirits, so he could not hear anything except the moans of Wang Qiang, the lewd man.
Song Youran was not a sadist and had no interest in playing with a maggot. He walked out of the private room and wanted to leave this shabby place as soon as possible.
The more people want to do something, the less they can do it.
This place is more complicated than a maze. Every corridor is the same, as are the closed doors of the private rooms on both sides. The floor is covered with thick carpets, and you can't hear a sound when you step on them.
Is this place really that big?
Or is he just going in circles?
Song Youran became more and more confused as he walked. After walking for a long time, he didn't see anyone, not even a waiter. He couldn't even find the private room he had been in before.
Which private room is it?
“Bang!”
“Bang!”
□□The sound of hitting.
"Push harder."
Some people were talking and laughing.
Song Youran walked towards the direction of the sound. It was good that there was someone there so he could ask for directions.
The door of the private room was half open. The young man on the sofa was holding a girl in his arms, with his half-raised feet stepping on the boy's shoulders. The boy knelt in front of the young man with his back to the door, and slapped himself in the face with both hands.
"Honey, don't be angry." The girl picked up the wine glass on the table.
The young man kicked the boy hard and knocked him down.
After the boy fell to the ground, he quickly got up and knelt again, continuing to slap his face with his hands.
The young man took the wine glass and pushed the girl off the sofa: "Go and take off his clothes."
The girl stood still: "I, don't dare..."
The young man took a sip of his wine and looked up at the girl: "Do you want to be like him?"
The boy's face was swollen and blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth. Even if you applied ice immediately, such an injury would not heal by the next day.
The girl knelt down with trembling shoulders, touched the young man's thigh with her hand, and sobbed softly: "I'm sorry, I really don't dare."
"Okay, then I'll ask someone to come up, strip you naked and throw you onto the street." The young man smiled and reached for the phone on the table.
The girl burst into tears and rushed forward to stop him: "I want to take it off..."
The young man lay back on the sofa with his legs crossed: "Hurry up."
The boy lowered his head, as if he couldn't hear what the two of them were saying, like a machine that only knew how to slap himself in the face.
The girl sobbed, "I'm sorry."
It was not clear whether this apology was directed to the boy or to herself.
The boy slapped himself in the face without hesitation, but when the girl's hand touched his collar, he suddenly changed, pushed the girl away, and refused to comply.
The young man laughed out loud: "Come on! If you don't strip him naked, I'll have someone strip you naked."
The carpet was in a mess, the coffee table was pushed, the boy refused to comply, and the girl pressed on him and pulled him apart.
"Why can't you learn your lesson? Here, the guests are the masters and you are the servants! I'm so unlucky to have to work with you. Are you going to implicate me for the mistakes you made? You're a man, so what's wrong with being looked at..."
The young man held up his wine glass and directed: "Use more force, haha, pull off his belt..."
Song Youran took a step forward, and a luxurious fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol came from inside the door, which was nauseating.
Is this still the person he knows?
The young man looked at her with smiling eyes, and Song Youran looked at him coldly.
The young man sneered and said to the boy struggling on the ground, "Go take off his clothes, and I will make her stop."
The boy and girl on the ground followed the young man's finger and looked at the person peeping outside the door.
The girl let go of the boy, and the boy put on his clothes and got up from the ground.
Song Youran didn't wait for the boy to come up to her, and pushed the door open herself, exposing her tall figure to the sight of the three people.
He has a strong physique and looks difficult to deal with.
The boy noticed Song Youran's clenched fists at his side and swallowed nervously.
"Wen Chu, it's really you!"
The young man smiled brightly and looked up at Song Youran, who was blocking the light from above. "Do you know me?"
Song Youran was shocked: "You don't recognize me?"
The young man lowered his crossed legs and made room on the sofa, away from Song Youran's shadow. "Please sit down. I don't like looking up when talking to people."
Song Youran sat upright, searching the young man's face carefully. Wen Chu looked at him with completely unfamiliar eyes, and his smiling face was completely fake, without any joy.
The young man glanced at the boy and girl hiding in a dark corner and said, "I have a bad memory. I will forget the people I met today tomorrow."
He looked at Song Youran: "What's your name? How did we meet?"
Song Youran didn't answer but asked, "Can you laugh now?"
The young man poured two glasses of wine and handed one to Song Youran. "You really do know me. You even know that I didn't know how to smile before. Were we familiar with each other?"
Song Youran refused to take the wine glass: "I don't drink."
"It would be so boring to come to a place like this and not drink." The young man poured both glasses of wine into his mouth, and the wine, which he didn't have time to swallow, slid down the corners of his mouth to his neck.
He had a wide-open collar, fashionable clothes, and a rather crisp short haircut.
Song Youran's eyes hurt: "Did you cut your hair?"
He doesn't like Wen Chu like this.
The young man continued to pour wine into the glass: "Does it look good?"
Song Youran didn't answer, but frowned. Silence was better than words at this moment.
The young man immediately understood: "Don't you think long hair is effeminate? The way I look now is normal."
He picked up the glass and drank, glancing at Song Youran. "Are you attracted to me? You were staring at me just now outside the door."
Song Youran grabbed the young man's wrist and said, "Stop drinking."
His hands were so strong that they dug the beads on the young man's wrist into his flesh. The young man's fingertips loosened, and the wine glass fell, and the unfinished wine in it spilled onto Song Youran's thigh.
Song Youran was wearing a light-colored sportswear, and the wet marks were very conspicuous even under the dim light.
"Oops, sorry." The young man was not very sincere.
He called the girl to help Song Youran tidy up. The girl half-knelt at Song Youran's feet, and her outstretched hand was blocked by Song Youran.
"It's no bother."
The young man rolled his eyes and called the boy over again, but the boy was also pushed away.
"You're useless." The young man chased the boy away, picked up two tissues, and said to Song Youran, "Come on, I'll help you."
Song Youran's hand paused slightly as she pushed him away. The young man raised his eyes with an arc, like a cunning fox.
Song Youran stood up and said, "No need. I should go now."
The young man took Song Youran's hand and said, "We haven't talked enough yet."
Song Youran was heartbroken: "How did you become like this?"
"What's wrong with me being this way?" The young man's smile disappeared from his lips. "Do you like the old me?"
"I don't like the old you, but the old you is a hundred times better than the current you."
"Ah!" The girl covered her mouth and sat on the ground.
The young man threw away the bloody bottle in his hand: "Stupid guy!"
He ordered the frightened boy and girl to come over and undress Song Youran, then turned around and poured wine at the low table.
Song Youran knelt on one knee on the ground, took one hand down from above her head, and her open palm was covered in blood.
The boy touched Song Youran's chest tremblingly, but was pinched by Song Youran's wrist and thrown away. He was so strong that he left no room for maneuver. The girl saw a circle of red marks appear on the boy's wrist immediately, and she knelt on the ground, not daring to move rashly.
The young man finished his drink and kicked them both away: "Useless things!"
He dropped the cup and pounced on Song Youran.
Song Youran could have dodged it, but there were too many debris on the ground, and the young man might be disfigured if he bumped into the ground.
They were tangled together and twisted into a pretzel on the ground.
The young man realized that Song Youran didn't dare to be ruthless with him, so his movements became more and more reckless. "Who do you think you are? You should be grateful for the fact that I'm looking at you. How dare you take advantage of me?"
"I wouldn't even look down on a piece of shit like you! Damn it, you dare to argue with me! Come here and hold his hand down. I'm going to teach him a lesson today!"
Song Youran coughed up a mouthful of blood and caught the young man's limp body.
The boy was lying on the ground motionless with a bruised face and nose.
Song Youran picked up the young man and placed him on the sofa. She said to the trembling girl in the corner, "Come here and take me out."
He coughed as he walked, and several times he couldn't walk anymore and had to hold on to the wall of the corridor to catch his breath.
The girl asked timidly, "Are you okay?"
She thought this guest was going to be in trouble tonight, but she didn't expect him to knock Wen Shao unconscious. The guest's movements were too fast, and she didn't see them clearly. When she reacted, Wen Shao fell forward and was about to fall flat on his face. The guest reached out and pulled Wen Shao into his arms.
She really didn't understand what the relationship between this guest and Wen Shao was.
Song Youran covered her chest and said, "Keep going."
After leaving the club, Song Youran got into a car at the door.
It was too late at night and the driver's eyes were blurry. Song Youran got into the car. When he saw Song Youran's miserable condition, he almost kicked him out.
"To the hospital."
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. In addition, the passenger said he would pay for the car wash, so the driver reluctantly stepped on the accelerator.
Song Youran's body was devoid of any healthy flesh. The doctor in the emergency room bandaged him while admonishing him, "Young man, you're still young, so cherish your life."
No one values life more than Song Youran, he is just unlucky.
Song Youran fainted on the bed in the emergency room.
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