Yan Yifan drove the car out, hands on the steering wheel, but he didn’t know which direction to go.
He knows many, many people, and also has many “sworn brothers” friends, however, right now, the only friend who appeared in his brain was Lu Liming alone.
Yan Yifan made a phone call to Lu Liming; Lu Liming didn’t answer. Yan Yifan’s heart was in a mess, so he drove the car straight out.
The car soon arrived at Lu Liming’s residential compound. The security guards all recognized him and let him in directly. Just as Yan Yifan’s car drove in, his speed slowed down. He rolled down the window and looked at two people not far away.
That is, Lu Liming, and a tall, dark man. That man’s figure was very well-proportioned, with long arms and long legs; just looking at his back, one could feel a wild charm.
Presumably, this is that model in Lu Liming’s mouth, his name seems to be Song Zixiao. At the beginning, [he] said [he] was very incompatible with him, but later when mentioned, Lu Liming’s tone clearly shifted a lot. But Yan Yifan did not expect that these two people would spark. Lu Liming would be with him? Looking at their ambiguous appearance, this is probably going to happen.
Yan Yifan’s own heart was unhappy, he didn’t want to disturb his friend, so he took a look from afar, turned the car around, and left.
It’s really great, Lu Liming is in love again.
Ever since he and Lu Liming discovered their sexual orientation in high school, the two people made different choices. Yan Yifan became a “deep closet” [closeted], while Lu Liming did not hide his sexual orientation at all; he actively made friends, actively dated, and lived life actively.
Yan Yifan doesn’t like the working mode of his brother—who doesn’t know how to rest and just wants to keep himself from being idle—but how could he have liked his own persona as a playboy, dating girls constantly to cover up his sexual orientation?
Thinking of Lu Liming’s extremely vigorous dating experiences from university until now, Yan Yifan sighed deeply. He suddenly felt very tired. Every single day of this kind of disguise is really, really tiring.
If, if [he] could confess all of this to his brother?
No! No! Yan Yifan shook his head.
His brother would absolutely not be able to handle it.
Yan Zihua has been very sullen since he was little. After his parents passed away, he became even more like a “little adult,” early on shouldering the heavy burdens of the family and the company, without a bit of a young person’s vitality. His only impulsive act was withdrawing from the Hu family’s arranged marriage and marrying his sister-in-law. However, after the sister-in-law gave birth to Yan Meng, she was killed because a business dispute led the Hu family to find someone to drive into her. From then on, Yan Zihua believed that this was the punishment for his impulsiveness; if not for his persistence, perhaps his wife would still be living well somewhere. Thus, he believed in fate, buried his head in working hard at his career, and expressed extreme disgust for anything that deviated from the track.
For example, Yan Yifan who still had no job at his age; for example, women who did work on their faces trying to become beautiful; for example, homosexuals.
When Yan Yifan was in university, he conquered the fear of his own sexual orientation and once thought about confessing to Yan Zihua, but before the words could leave his mouth, he felt Yan Zihua’s strong disgust for homosexuals. Yan Zihua is his brother and also half a father. Ever since his sister-in-law left, his whole state has been getting worse and worse, and Yan Yifan has also become more and more afraid of accidentally hurting him.
Yan Yifan has more than once wanted to change his brother’s view on life, yet none were successful. And in the end, it was counterproductive, making his brother’s prejudice against him deeper and deeper.
If [I] could be like Lu Liming, it would be great. How unrestrained he lives, how happy!
After Yan Yifan finished sighing, he was powerless to change the facts, only feeling that the path ahead was completely blank.
Yan Yifan drove the car out of the compound and sent a text message to Lu Liming saying he was fine. Just as he opened his phone, he found that Bai Jiangnan had sent a WeChat message half an hour ago: “Was the kid’s birthday happy?”
Yan Yifan gave a wry smile, parked the car on the side of the road, and sent him a message: “The little niece saw your autograph, poster, and gift, and was super happy. Thanks!”
Bai Jiangnan replied quickly, “Isn’t your niece my niece? When you go back, I’ll meet our niece; I guarantee I’ll give her a surprise.”
Yan Yifan: “Let’s forget that. When she is disobedient one day or unhappy, I’m still preparing to use you to coax her!”
Bai Jiangnan: “Yo, I also come with an extra child-coaxing function? No way, you must treat me to a meal for this!”
Yan Yifan: “Sure, order whatever you want to eat now. If it’s too late, I won’t have time. I’m busy! Every minute is worth millions.”
Bai Jiangnan: “Hey, I discovered you are a good hand at bragging, much stronger than the chaotic scene dialogue you write in your scripts! The ‘Bragging Company’ definitely wants to hire you to be the boss!”
Yan Yifan: “Hehe, I accept this compliment!”
Bai Jiangnan: “…Your face is thick enough!”
The two of them exchanged some banter, and Yan Yifan felt much better in his heart.
Bai Jiangnan: “Alright, go to sleep early; you still have to drive over tomorrow morning!”
Yan Yifan looked at the time; it was 11:30, so he said: “I’ll drive over now; I can still get some sleep if I go over.”
Bai Jiangnan: “Didn’t sleep at home?”
Yan Yifan: “My brother kicked me out. [I] definitely wasn’t born by [his] parents ┑(￣Д ￣)┍.”
Bai Jiangnan: “Still, find a place to rest for the night; driving at night isn’t safe.”
Yan Yifan: “It’s fine, I’ll be there in a while.”
Bai Jiangnan: “Send me a WeChat when you arrive.”
Yan Yifan drove over, and it wasn’t until two in the middle of the night that he arrived at the hotel. He sent a “reached” WeChat to Bai Jiangnan. Just as he wanted to take off his clothes to take a shower, he heard the room door being knocked.
Who is it? At this time?
Yan Yifan leaned over and scanned the cat’s eye. He was stunned and hurriedly opened the door. Bai Jiangnan was standing at the door.
Yan Yifan: “Why did you come?”
Bai Jiangnan: “Couldn’t sleep at night, so I came over to visit!”
Yan Yifan: Hell of a “couldn’t sleep!” He has never seen a person healthier than Bai Jiangnan! Up at seven and down at eleven, he even takes a nap at noon, exercises often, has developed muscles, and is high-spirited—how could he possibly have the problem of not being able to sleep?
Yan Yifan looked unconvinced, but Bai Jiangnan didn’t say much. He walked in and said: “It’s fine, I’ll play games; your screen is big. I won’t disturb you, go to sleep.”
Yan Yifan: …He went to take a shower in a state of confusion. When he came out, Bai Jiangnan was indeed seriously playing a game. Could it be, he really couldn’t sleep? Yan Yifan thought, it’s probably because he slept too much during the day. ==
Yan Yifan also couldn’t sleep. He grabbed two cans of beer, threw one to Bai Jiangnan, opened his own, and sat on the side drinking.
Bai Jiangnan: “Why don’t you go to sleep?”
Yan Yifan: “Haven’t stayed up late for a long time, trying it out today.”
Bai Jiangnan looked at him, scanning him up and down. Just when he was making [Yan Yifan] nervous, Bai Jiangnan asked: “With your frail body, you’re staying up late? Don’t break yourself.”
Yan Yifan: “Why do you always look down on me? Am I really that useless?”
Bai Jiangnan nodded: “Like an elderly retired cadre, always looking listless. With how you are now, it’s like saying: ‘So boring, so lonely, so cold.'”
Yan Yifan didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, kicking him: “Get lost!”
Bai Jiangnan pressed his leg against [Yan Yifan’s] foot, “I won’t!”
The two of them drank some alcohol, chatted, and watched Bai Jiangnan play games. The gloom in Yan Yifan’s heart unexpectedly dissipated bit by bit; it was no longer blocked in his chest. Yan Yifan gradually felt sleepy. He yawned, and his head slowly tilted onto the sofa.
Bai Jiangnan saw that he had fallen asleep and leaned over to look at him. Yan Yifan is really good-looking, with a fair face, big eyes that fluttered as if filled with stars, and red, plump lips. He always has an expression of looking down on everything, but whenever something happens, his little expressions are hung on his face, allowing him to see it at a glance.
[He is] still the same as before, though he looks a bit more mature on the surface.
Bai Jiangnan picked up Yan Yifan, walked towards the bedside, placed him on the bed, and covered him with the quilt. Yan Yifan grabbed his hand and mumbled in his sleep: “Brother, brother…”
Bai Jiangnan’s hand paused. He sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Yan Yifan’s sleeping face, remembering the young boy seven years ago whose smile was as beautiful as a flower. A gentle, faint smile appeared on the corner of Bai Jiangnan’s mouth.
Meeting you again is really great.