Chapter 37
Well done Wen Chu!
Song Youran opened the door but didn't let the girl in. Standing at the doorway, she said, "No matter what you say, I won't agree. I won't leave him unless he tells me so himself."
The girl blinked and tears flowed down.
"Uncle, if you don't help, my grandma will die with hatred in her heart."
What?
Song Youran scratched her ears, Uncle?
What kind of joke is God playing on him? Where did his niece come from?
"Uncle, my name is Wen Wan. You may not have seen me, but I have seen you. My brother has a lot of photos of you on his phone."
He said that Wen Chu must have sent someone to monitor him.
The Wen family has three children, two sons and one daughter.
Wen Wan said that her grandmother was seriously ill and hoped to see the family reunited before her death.
"My brother said he won't go to Rongcheng and will stay here to spend the summer vacation with you."
Wen Wan picked up the water cup and asked Song Youran to scoop out all the hawthorns in the hawthorn and black plum soup for her.
Xie Dong sat on the other side of the table, holding the cup in both hands and sipping it.
The chilled hawthorn and black plum soup is sour and sweet, and it can quench your thirst. Most importantly, it is appetizing. The two guys at home who don’t like to eat are giving Song Youran a headache.
"My brother told me this is better than iced coffee, but I didn't believe it."
Wen Wan asked for a refill, but Song Youran refused, "Drinking too much cold food is bad for your health."
Wen Wan put down the cup: "Uncle, will you help persuade my brother to go back?"
Song Youran said, "I don't know."
Wen Wan said goodbye before Wen Chu came back. She said, "Don't let my brother know that I came to see you. He will be angry with me."
Song Youran turned around and sold her out. No one tipped off. Unless he was a fortune teller, he wouldn't have known what happened to the Wen family, and there was no reason to persuade Wen Chu to return home. Wen Chu wasn't a fool.
Wen Chu said, "Don't believe her. The old lady is not critically ill at all. She is just recuperating in the hospital."
Song Youran asked, "If the old lady is seriously ill, will you go back to see her?"
Wen Chu didn't say anything.
Song Youran picked him up and said, "Go to Rongcheng now."
Wen Chu said, "I don't want to go."
Song Youran pushed him out the door.
Wen Chu said, "I'm not going."
Song Youran pushed him into the elevator.
Song Youran said, "If you don't want to go, don't come to me again."
Life is so long, and the things you are reluctant to do now may become regrets in the future.
Song Youran didn't want Wen Chu to regret it.
Wen Chu stood in the elevator, quietly looking at Song Youran outside the elevator.
He didn't think he was still a member of the Wen family. Although he had similar genes to them, he had no feelings for them.
He once longed for the comfort of blood ties, but later realized that what they wanted was a commodity to be placed in a display case. He had to be perfect, had to be valuable, before loving eyes would fall upon him.
The elevator door slowly closed, and in the last gap, Song Youran saw Wen Chu lower his head and lean back against the car.
As the elevator went down, Song Youran's heart was lifted.
He pressed the elevator button and pushed open the fire door in the corridor before another elevator came up.
Wen Chu said that what is honey to others is poison to me. What you want is not what I want.
If Wen Chu really regrets it one day, then let him regret it! Not only that, he also has to sneer and ridicule him, and throw these honey and arsenic acid words in his face.
Song Youran found Wen Chu under a tree.
He was sitting on the grass, with a cat with black fur and a white belly in his palm.
There were many cats in the neighborhood, and they often played under the carport. The seat of Song Youran's electric scooter was covered in dents and holes, the work of the cats.
The cat squinted comfortably.
Song Youran walked over and asked the person on the grass: "Is that your cat? Touch it!"
Wen Chu looked up and his hand stopped on the cat's back.
Song Youran said to the cat with its back arched, "You don't look like a serious cat. You just let people pet you!"
The cat may have understood, and opened its eyes wide in unhappiness. When Song Youran squatted down, it waved its claws and ran away.
Song Youran frowned, grabbed Wen Chu's hand and scolded him loudly: "See, this is what happens when you touch me!"
The doctor said that there was no need for rabies vaccination if there was no skin breakage, but Song Youran was still worried that the flowering wood would turn into a mad big dog.
"Beat him. If it doesn't hurt, he won't learn his lesson."
The doctor smiled and thought, these two people really know how to have fun. How painful can it be for an adult to get an injection?
There was a tear hanging from the corner of the eye of the long-haired young man, and the tear seemed to be about to fall, which made people feel pity.
The doctor was worried that he might have misjudged the patient.
After soaking up the blood in a cotton swab and throwing it into the trash can, Song Youran stood in the lobby of the epidemic prevention station and examined the needle hole on Wen Chu's upper arm. "Is there something wrong with your blood clotting?"
Wen Chu bent down and hugged Song Youran's shoulders: "Of course, I don't want to leave. Please don't chase me away, okay?"
He said pitifully, "We got married, and I even gave birth to a green-skinned baby for you, but you were so cruel as to drive me away to another family."
Song Youran was amused: "That's your home too."
"That's not my home. They don't like me and don't want me."
Wen Chu buried his face in Song Youran's neck, "I don't like them either."
Song Youran stroked Wen Chu's long hair and said, "When Dongdong has summer vacation, let's go travel to Rongcheng. I'll make a travel guide in advance and take you around the city."
Wen Chu's muffled voice came from Song Youran's neck: "I hope you can do whatever you want."
Even if these things are not what I want, I will do my best to help you, because I hope you will win.
Wen Chu's itinerary was not kept secret from Wen Wan. She rushed to the hotel where Wen Chu was staying as soon as she received the news.
Song Youran was studying how to use kitchen utensils in the dining bar, while Xie Dong was sitting in the living room watching TV.
Wen Chu was sleeping on the big bed in the bedroom when Wen Wan woke him up: "Brother, bring uncle home to live."
"He is not your uncle, he is my husband." Wen Chu staggered to the edge of the bed and corrected Wen Wan's statement.
Wen Wan chuckled, squeezed in next to Wen Chu and sat down, stroking his hair: "Brother, bring your husband and child home and let mom and dad meet them."
Wen Chu snatched back her hair: "I don't like visiting other people's homes."
He still resented what Song Mei said back then. He had long been pushed out by Song Mei and became an outsider.
Wen Wan hugged Wen Chu's arm and said, "Brother, Mom and Dad actually care about you a lot. They've been regretting it all these years. When they knew you'd rather stay in a hotel than go home, they were so sad and upset that they sent me here to pick you up."
When Wen Wan was little, she pretended to be a stranger online and sent novels to Wen Chu to cheat him out of his pocket money. When she grew up, she pretended to be in a terrorist attack to trick Wen Chu into going abroad to attend her aunt's wedding. If the truth and falsehood of Wen Wan's words were a ten-point scale, all of them would be false.
Wen Chu stood up: "I won't go back with you, and I won't take them to that kind of place."
Wen Wan couldn't persuade Wen Chu, so she went to ask Song Youran for help.
Song Youran spread her hands and said, "I'm a husband-disciplined person. I listen to him."
Wen Wan was rejected again and again, and her eyes turned to Xie Dong on the sofa.
Xie Dong quickly turned his neck and faced the TV screen, his expression focused to the point of oblivion.
Wen Wan returned to the Wen family and as soon as she walked into the living room, she heard her parents arguing.
The father accused the mother of being unvirtuous, sending the eldest child away and spoiling the second child, making their family the topic of conversation among relatives after dinner.
The porcelain cup broke and scattered all over the floor.
The mother blamed her father for having affairs outside, being cowardly and incompetent, and saying that he had no right to be angry with her.
Wen Wan went upstairs alone and locked the door.
There were three people at the dinner table, but there was no sign of Wen's father.
When Wen Wan mentioned that Wen Chu insisted on staying in the hotel, Song Mei angrily smashed a porcelain bowl.
Wen Ji was not surprised by Song Mei's temper. He added fuel to the fire, "Our eldest brother is the epitome of unconventionality. Not only does he have long hair, but he also married my grandfather's illegitimate son."
Song Mei slammed the table and said, "If I had known he would become like this, I should not have given birth to him."
Wen Wan drank the soup silently. This family was a huge disaster. It was no wonder that her eldest brother refused to bring anyone back.
Song Youran hopes that on the last day of the journey, Wen Chu can go to the hospital to visit the old lady.
When living in this world, one cannot do everything to the extreme. Occasionally one needs to give in and accumulate some blessings for oneself.
Wen Chu leaned into Song Youran's arms: "I'll just take a look, okay?"
Song Youran kissed Wen Chu's forehead. "One look is enough, but you can't do it secretly. You have to let her know and fulfill her wish."
"Okay." Wen Chu spread his arms and wrapped them around Song Youran's waist. "Uncle, am I being obedient?"
Song Youran lowered her head and smiled into Wen Chu's ear: "If you move on top, I'll say you're a good boy."
Wen Chu was not familiar with the Wen family. After staying in the ward for half an hour, he asked to leave.
Wen Chu had long hair and married his nominal uncle. These two things were enough to make the Wen family, young and old, treat him as a monster; but he was the heir of the Song family, and his achievements in recent years were obvious to all.
People are driven by profit. The elders of the Wen family did not dare to slander Wen Chu, and the younger generations of the Wen family were also polite to him.
There was only one person who had been staring at him with resentment since he entered the door.
Wen Chu was stopped in the corridor. "You get carried away just because someone compliments you. They flatter you on the surface, but don't be too harsh when they talk about you behind your back."
Wen Ji wanted to see Wen Chu get angry and wanted to step on Wen Chu under his feet.
Wen Jicai used to be the pride of his parents, but one day, the way his parents looked at him changed completely. They regretted keeping the second son with mediocre qualifications instead of the monster eldest son who never cried or laughed.
Why did he bring laughter to his parents, but had to grow up under their gaze of regret? Wen Chu had done nothing, but they expected him to come back.
Wen Chu used a face exactly like his, made an expression that he didn't like, and said that he didn't like what he said.
"You're blocking my way." Wen Chu said.
"Are you a pervert?"
Wen Ji laughed maliciously: "You like a man so much that you turn yourself into a woman and marry him. Do you have any shame?"
Wen Chu said: "You are wrong, I don't like men."
Song Youran just came out of the elevator when she heard Wen Chu's words.
He stood there in a daze. The man who had hit him on the head with a wine bottle in the private room gave him a smug smile.
Song Youran hated herself for not breaking his neck at that time. She was afraid that he would fall and hurt himself, so she endured the pain and carried him to the sofa.
Wen Ji asked Wen Chu: "You don't like men, but you still marry a man. What do you want from him?"
Song Youran turned and entered the elevator. He had no habit of self-abuse and did not want to hear Chu's next answer, which might not be pleasant to the ear.
The slowly closing elevator door blocked out Wen Chu's voice.
Wen Chu said: "I don't like men, nor do I like women; I don't like a gender, I like a specific person.
"I met someone and I liked him. No matter what gender he was or what personality he had, he was who he was and I liked him."
Wen Chu looked at his identical twin brother in front of him with a look of disdain: "You won't understand even if I tell you. After all, you're a fool."
Song Youran saw that Wen Chu had been upstairs for more than half an hour. He was worried that Wen Chu would be bullied by the Wen family, so he couldn't help but go upstairs to look for him. Unexpectedly, the Wen brothers were having a tea party in the corridor.
He is so self-indulgent.
He couldn't be sure of Wen Chu's feelings for him - if Wen Chu had no physical reaction to him, it must be because she didn't love him; if Wen Chu had a physical reaction to him, it wasn't necessarily because she loved him.
Some people can be as hard as iron even to those they don't love. Men are animals.
Song Youran sent a message to Wen Chu downstairs, saying that she would not wait for him anymore and asked him to arrange his own time in the future.
He took Xie Dong to the hotel and planned to visit nearby attractions.
As soon as I got in the car, I received a call from Wen Chu. Wen Chu learned that he was left behind and expressed his dissatisfaction on the phone.
Song Youran was troubled by him and had to ask the driver to pick him up at the hospital first.
Wen Chu was taking pictures of Song Youran and Xie Dong in the scenic area, and found that Song Youran looked at him with a strange look in her eyes.
There was a needle hidden in Song Youran's sight, which pricked Wen Chu's whole body, making him feel both painful and pleasurable.
Wen Chu thought gloomily, how could this happen? Could he have a masochistic tendency?
At night, Xie Dong went to bed and Song Youran helped him close the door.
Song Youran returned to He Wenchu's room, locked the door, took off her bathrobe, and walked step by step towards the person leaning against the head of the bed looking at his phone.
Wen Chu felt dizzy and his phone fell on the quilt. The way Song Youran took off her clothes was exactly the same as the dancer in his dream.
"I heard that you don't like men." Song Youran knelt on Wen Chu's legs.
His hand reached into the bathrobe, and his fingertips froze slightly: "Bad guy, you don't even wear underwear."
Wen Chu leaned forward and hugged the person on his lap: "I don't like men, but I like you."
Song Youran broke free from Wen Chu's embrace and pinched Wen Chu's mouth: "You speak so sweetly, you must have eaten honey."
Song Youran tasted Wen Chu's mouth completely inside and out, tasting him to the point of being unable to suppress her passion. She hummed and moaned, "Ranran, I want you to eat me down there too..."
Song Youran glared at him: "I'm not someone who eats just anything."
Wen Chu rubbed him: "I am not a casual thing, I am your baby."
I don't remember which time it was, but I was so carried away that I wanted to rub the person into my chest, so that our blood and bones would merge together. I shouted this when I was so excited, and this guy became obsessed with me and I remember it to this day.
Song Youran smirked, "Baby, I was lying to you."
Wen Chu hugged Song Youran's waist tightly: "You will lie to me forever."
What kind of liar could deceive people for a lifetime without getting himself into trouble? Wen Chu's calculations were very clear.
Xie Dong thinks Wen Chu is a crane.
The crane stood in the water with a long slender neck, graceful posture and clear singing voice.
My brother put a lot of effort into raising this crane.
He hid in his brother's arms, resting his head on his legs, his long hair falling from his knees to the ground.
He wanted to touch the crane's hair, but his brother swatted him away.
My brother said, "Don't touch him, he's mine."
The crane looked at him with clear eyes, then turned its head and buried its face in its brother's arms.
My brother combed He's hair, and every strand of hair became shiny, like a black cloak shining with dazzling light.
This gorgeous cloak sometimes wrapped around He's shoulders, and sometimes spread out and entangled around his brother.
My brother spent everything he had to raise this crane.
"Dongdong, we are moving." His brother brought his crane to the room and told him the news.
He paced gracefully in the room: "I want to live in a big house, a constant temperature system, a smart home, and..."
The brother grabbed the crane by the wings and threw him out the door: "Shut up!"
He was scratching the door outside: "We can have nothing, but we must have a bed! Of course, I want to sleep on the bed, I don't want to sleep on the floor anymore!"
He asked his brother, "A big house would cost a lot of money, right?"
My brother said, “I don’t know.”
Although the crane was beautiful, he still said, "We don't have the money to keep him."
My brother said, "Don't worry about it. He can support us."
He asked, "Don't you have to pay rent?"
My brother said, “Yes.”
He thought about it and said, "If we can save money, we should move."
He walked into the small garden and saw the big white house that looked like a towering castle.
He asked his brother, "How long will we live here?"
My brother said, "Maybe he'll leave tomorrow, or maybe he'll never leave. Who knows?"
The crane walked ahead and led them into the white castle.
The door opened to both sides and the lights in the house turned on automatically.
He lowered his head and said, "Little Winter Melon, this will be your home from now on."
He turned around to look at his brother, who nodded at him.
He reached out and took Crane's hand, and followed him out onto the polished floor.
The constant temperature felt almost like spring, and he closed his eyes, imagining the fragrance of flowers.
"Dongdong."
A robot about his height slid out of the room, with a pixelated smiley face on its round head.
It said in a mechanical voice: "Welcome home!"
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