Chapter 39: CH 39

I’ll start chasing you from now on, okay

There was only one thick jacket shared between the two of them, and it was also the dead of night with a layer of heavy frost, so the two ultimately decided to pack up the barbecue and beer and bring it back to Wine Alley.

There was also a light drizzle in the night, and there was no seating in the courtyard. The sofa in the living room was also filled with piles of various items, so Song Yan could only sit cross-legged on the carpet in the bedroom. He smoothly pulled over a small table from under the bed, placed the jacket down, and made do with the things he had.

Then only after they unboxed the takeout did they realize the boss didn’t give them chopsticks.

Xia Zhiye stood up: “I’ll go to the kitchen and get it.”

Song Yan ‘mm’ed, then casually opened a can. The bubbles surged up violently in a flash, and it could be seen that beer was about to overflow onto the table, so he could only bring it up to his mouth and drink a mouthful from it.

He promised to accompany Xia Zhiye in drowning his sorrows in alcohol, and other than wanting to help Xia Zhiye drive his cares away, he also wanted to help drive his own cares away. But once he drank a mouthful, that small bit of unhappiness that came from nowhere still choked him up, so he raised his head and drank a bit more.

By the time Xia Zhiye came back with the chopsticks, he found that a certain someone had already drunk two full cans of beer.

Xia Zhiye had experienced firsthand Song Yan’s alcohol tolerance.

He became dull with three cans, which would go into effect immediately.

Or else Xia Zhiye wouldn’t want to use such a shameless method of having the other tell the truth after getting drunk.

But he also wouldn’t have thought that after returning from the kitchen and getting chopsticks, Song Yan’s expression as he stared fiercely at the empty cans on the small table was already not quite bright.

There weren’t even three cans today.

It probably wasn’t to such an extent, right.

Xia Zhiye sat cross-legged in front of Song Yan, then probingly asked: “What are you looking at?”

“Immortal goddess.”

“?”

Song Yan raised his head, his face cold and detached: “Tell me why she doesn’t like you?”

His face and tone were both very normal. If it wasn’t because he used his hand to point at an empty can and called it ‘immortal goddess’, then it was really hard to tell that this was a little drunkard.

But it wasn’t hard to see the heartfelt dissatisfaction that he had with the ‘immortal goddess’ in his words.

After realizing Song Yan was criticizing the ‘immortal goddess’, Xia Zhiye couldn’t help smiling and asking: “Then you tell me why he has to like me?”

“Because you treat her well.”

“How do you know I treat him well?”

Song Yan tilted his head: “You’re already so poor, and you still thought of ways to buy the best confession gift. If this isn’t good, then what is?”

Xia Zhiye: “……”

It seems quite reasonable, but also was’t like this at all.

Xia Zhiye couldn’t stop himself: “Can I ask why exactly you think I’m very poor?”

“You want to take the plunge and be a male prostitute.”

“……?”

Xia Zhiye thought back to the scene where they first met, and discovered that it seems he really did say something like that.

But at that time, he was simply satisfied with the red-haired chicken’s evaluation of his looks, how did it become him wanting to directly take the plunge to become a male prostitute in Song Yan’s eyes?

He hadn’t quite figured out this point, when Song Yan tossed out another heavy bomb with a serious face: “You also secretly went to sell your blood.”

“??” Xia Zhiye couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Me? Selling blood?”

“Yeah.” Song Yan seriously nodded, as if he was a bit aggrieved, “You secretly went to sell blood, I also couldn’t ask you, and could only buy pig liver for you to eat, but I really hate pig liver.”

So you picked out the pig liver to give to me, huh.

Xia Zhiye thought of the beautiful pig liver that moved him that day, and felt a little bad.

Song Yan wasn’t done yet: “Also, you even found a rich woman, and that rich woman made you go to a hotel, smashed the money onto your face, then tossed you onto the bed. You kept calling out jiejie, saying you weren’t of age yet.”

“???”

What fucking plotline was this?

Xia Zhiye was dumbfounded, but the more Song Yan spoke, the more aggrieved he became: “I didn’t want you to be bullied by that rich woman, so I impersonated as a rich woman, but as a result, when you played games, you didn’t protect me at all. You played that fish, and even took my kills, I even counted, in that round, you stole 7 kills from me!”

Xia Zhiye: “……”

At that time, he also didn’t know that that little rich lady was Song Yan.

“Also, I didn’t even have money, but I still bought shoes for you, but then you sent it to the lost-and-found and you didn’t even wear it at all. I was so angry, so angry to death. I only have a few hundred yuan left, I don’t even dare to dry clean my clothes, and I can’t even afford to buy the new skins1. That day, I suddenly really wanted to eat foie gras, but I didn’t have money. I made some money, but I gave you all the money I made, but you only know to give the person you like a gift. I hate you.”

As Song Yan spoke, the edges of his eyes unexpectedly turned red.

Xia Zhiye felt panicked at once. He hurriedly switched his seat, sat next to Song Yan, and hugged the other, gently patting the other’s back: “Don’t feel wronged, don’t feel wronged, I was wrong. I’ll help you buy new clothes, buy new skins, and treat you to eat foie gras, okay.”

“I don’t want it.”

Song Yan rejected him extremely decisively.

Xia Zhiye lowly replied: “Why don’t you want it?”

“Because you’re poor.”

“……”

“If I don’t raise you, you can’t even eat. What if you get called to a hotel by a rich woman for this bit of money? What if you really get tricked into becoming a male prostitute? What if you get AIDS after selling your blood?” The more Song Yan asked, the more angry and aggrieved he became.

Xia Zhiye was left speechless by this series of questions that went beyond the scope of normal cognition, was silent for a few moments, then slowly opened his mouth: “Then what if I’m actually not poor?”

“No way, you’re really poor.”

Xia Zhiye once again organized his thoughts: “What if I’m really not poor, and you were actually just thinking too much about everything.”

“……”

Song Yan pursed his lips, and slightly furrowed his brows, and his big brain began to work overtime.

If Xia Zhiye wasn’t poor, then he was just thinking too much.

Then, he pretended to be a rich woman for no reason.

Then wouldn’t this be very humiliating.

No way.

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He was cool ge.

He couldn’t be humiliated.

After three minutes of silence, Song Yan’s logic clearly arrived at this conclusion, then he tilted his head to look at Xia ZHiye, and with extreme earnestness and severity, he tossed out four words: “Then I’ll assassinate you.”

“……”

Due to Song Yan’s attribute of being very honest after drinking, in that moment, Xia Zhiye seemed to have seen in these four words, that after his own frankness, he now seemed to have no boyfriend, and his life would come to a miserable and tragic end.

So after a short silence, he held up a can of beer with one hand, while the other hand rubbed Song Yan’s head: “Come, be good, let’s drink a bit more.”

To forget this night brimming with the cruelty of truth.

But Song Yan was not fooled, and only narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the other: “So are you poor or not.”

Xia Zhiye replied with no hesitation: “Poor. I have a 70 year old grandma, as well as a 3 year old meimei. I have no father or mother, no car or house, other than a leather bag, I’m poor to the point that I’m utterly lacking.”

After hearing this answer, Song Yan seemed to feel even more wronged: “So why don’t you study well? If you study well, you can be the top scorer in the gaokao, and if you’re the top scorer in the gaokao, you can get a scholarship of 200,000 yuan, and if you get the scholarship, you’ll have money, and if you have money, you can go back to Beijing with me. But as a result, you insisted on courting someone, but that person doesn’t even like you.”

Song Yan pushed away Xia Zhiye’s hand that had been rubbing his head, slumped over the table, picked up the chopsticks, then poked at the minced garlic eggplant, as if he was a bit angry.

Xia Zhiye changed his position, and faced the other as he also leaned over the table: “Then why should I go to Beijing with you, he doesn’t like me, could it be that you like me?”

Song Yan opened his mouth, then tightly shut it, lowered his head to continue poking at the minced garlic eggplant, as if he wanted to speak but also didn’t plan on speaking.

Seems like the quantity still wasn’t enough.

Xia Zhiye pushed over the can of beer in his hand: “Does our Yan ge classmate want to drink a bit more to moisten your throat.”

Classmate Song Yan was very direct: “No.”

“Why?”

Classmate Song Yan was very careful: “You didn’t even put a straw in there for me.”

“……”

Fine, amazing men all had to use a straw to drink alcohol.

Xia Zhiye could only randomly take a straw from the milk box he secretly took from little mahjong, then stabbed it into the opening of the can: “Is this okay?”

Song Yan didn’t speak, just laid there on the table as he hugged the can, pursed his lips against the straw, and as if he were a small child drinking milk, gnawed at the straw as he finished sipping a bottle of high strength alcohol of 5%. Then, at a speed visible to the naked eye, his eyes grew dazed.

Xia Zhiye took advantage of the opportunity: “So is our classmate Song Yan able to tell me whether or not he likes me now?”

Song Yan didn’t reply directly, and only mumbled: “Anyway, they all really like you.”

“They all really like me?” Xia Zhiye engaged in a bit of reading comprehension, “So you mean to say that I’m very charming?”

Song Yan pursed his lips and didn’t reply, and could be considered to have agreed tacitly.

Xia Zhiye grew interested, so he unlocked his phone, then opened the recording app, placed it next to his hand, then once again laid down on the table, staring at Song Yan with smiling eyes: “Then can you tell me why I’m so charming?”

Song Yan also looked at him: “Just like right now.”

“Just like right now?”

“Yeah, just like right now. Every time you bend your eyes, I’ll suddenly turn into an idiot.” Song Yan placed his chin onto his arm, faced Xia Zhiye and slowly blinked his eyes.

Xia Zhiye: “……”

Turns out his smile had this kind of supernatural power.

How come he hadn’t discovered this before.

He really was attacked by Song Yan’s cuteness, and expended a great effort to endure it before he was able to overcome the urge to hug Song Yan. His clenched fist weakly rested against the tip of his nose, coughed dryly twice, then pretended to be decent as he replied: “Then do I have any other charming points?”

Song Yan thought for a moment: “Handsome.”

True.

“Very kind hearted.”

Also reasonable.

“Treats me super well.”

It could be said he was quite conscientious.

“Also……”

Song Yan lowered his eyes.

Xia Zhiye softly asked: “Also what?”

“Also, you’re pink.” As if he was scared that Xia Zhiye didn’t understand, Song Yan gently fluttered his eyelashes, then emphasized, “Before, everything was black and white, and only you were pink.”

Such a mindless sentence, as if it were drunken babbling, but Xia Zhiye unexpectedly understood.

Before, no one cared about him, only Xia Zhiye cared about him.

Actually, Xia Zhiye didn’t really like the color pink, and only felt that Song Yan’s life was too cold-toned. Black, white, and gray, were nice looking colors, but after a long time, it would always make people feel stifled. They’d want to add in different bright colors, and their mood would also improve.

Originally, it was just a rising thought in the beginning, but he didn’t expect that he had become his own representative color in Song Yan’s heart.

Therefore, the past ten years of little Song Yan’s life was not at all lively or warm, and he really may have become a distinct existence in the other’s life, and he wasn’t just blindly imagining that his love was reciprocated.

But clearly, the person with one-sided lovesickness was himself, why was he the one that felt distressed after hearing that sentence.

In that moment, the late autumn night wind blew open the window, sweeping in the coming chill of winter, causing the corners of Song Yan’s eyes to turn red.

Xia Zhiye reached his hand out, his fingertip gently rubbing the outer corner of Song Yan’s eye, and he softly asked: “Then later, let this pink color bring all the other colors home with you to play, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Then later, let this pink color stay with you forever, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Then later, let’s go to Beijing together, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Then I’ll start chasing you from now on, okay?”

The wind outside the window seemed to have suddenly stopped.

1. Pretty sure this is in reference to games (heroes’ skins)

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