Day: September 18, 2021

Chapter 36

        The day after the recording, rumours began to spread on the internet that Yuan Qian was making things difficult for the people during the recording session. Yuan Qian was also a popular person who had a lot of problems. No matter what she did, people like her usually attracted controversies on the internet easily, not to mention this time she was caught in such a proper scandal.

  Soon, the audience who participated in the recording described in great detail on the internet how Yuan Qian threw a plastic ball at Wen Lin, and also released a picture of Yuan Qian’s cold face taken by their mobile phone.

        At the same time, another photo also circulated, that was, a photo of Wen Jianing lifting Wen Lin’s face to look at the wound on his cheekbones. The angle of the photo was very good. Wen Jianing looked concerned and the two looked very intimate.

  On the entertainment forum, someone joked about the topic “Xiao Zongyi and Xiao Zongyan should abandon Ling Zhener to be together”. The topic also aroused the disgust of some original book fans, and a dozen pages of words as high as buildings were built at once with great enthusiasm.

       Yi Nan surfed the Internet with a tablet computer in the lounge. When he saw Wen Jianing and Wen Lin walked in, he raised his head and said, “Have you seen the internet? You guys are told to stay together.”

  Wen Jianing smiled, and put his hand on Wen Lin’s shoulder, “We are already together.”

  Yi Nan said, “Don’t let me see such disgusting things.”

        Yi Nan and Jiang Yongfei’s duet single had been released, and the response on the internet was good, but it was mainly because Jiang Yongfei has a large number of fans. In fact, if they really wanted to talk about momentum, right now, Yi Nan was not as popular as Wen Jianing and Wen Lin. ‘The Strange Fate of Hairpin and Phoenix’ had not been broadcast yet, but both of them had become popular.

       Soon, Yuan Qian’s fans began to argue fiercely, saying that it was a hype to match the drama’s promotion while pointing the finger at the TV station and Wen Lin. Someone on Weibo issued a questionable topic of “Wen Lin apologized to Yuan Qian”.

  Although when you clicked the topic you could see a lot of people were scolding the original poster, Wen Lin still looked very angry.

  Wen Jianing advised him not to take it to heart, and that it was not a big deal.

  Yi Nan saw it next to him, and said, “What is this woman doing?”

  Wen Lin said, “Be a popular flower.”

  Yi Nan pursed his lips, “Didn’t she rely on Li Rong to support her back? Didn’t you hear that she is famous for bringing capital into the group?”

  Wen Jianing couldn’t help being a little curious, “Do you know everything?”

  Yi Nan glanced at him, “I know. Why? The Film Emperor Lu didn’t tell you any of this? He’s not on good terms with Li Rong.”

  Wen Jianing replied, “When we are together, we don’t talk about personal matters.”

  Yi Nan was a little surprised when he heard that, “You guys are not talking about personal matters? Then what are you two talking about?”

  Wen Jianing said, “Official business. He is my boss, and it is my job to please him.”

  Yi Nan’s face changed, and he couldn’t help cursing, “You really have no shame!”

  Wen Lin bumped Wen Jianing’s arm and told him not to make these jokes.

  At this time, Zheng Xin opened the door of the lounge and came in from the outside. When he saw the three of them sitting in the lounge, he smiled and said, “Since you are all here. Let’s have a meeting.”

  The meeting was led by Zheng Xin. In addition to Wen Jianing and the others, there were several new young artists in the company. Compared with Huang Gang in the past, Wen Jianing could sense Bai Shengzhe’s intentions and how he had put a lot of effort into cultivating new talents.

  However, it was inevitable that Jiang Yongfei would feel that she was not given not as much attention as before. Wen Jianing didn’t know if she has some disagreement with Bai Shengzhe, but he rarely saw Jiang Yongfei in the company recently.

  After explaining his recent work, at the end of the meeting, Zheng Xin said, “I have three invitation cards for Academy Awards for those who are interested.”

  Most of the people invited to the Academy Awards were filmmakers. Of course, entertainment companies would not ignore it. Bai Shengzhe would definitely go there. Zheng Xin has three extra tickets here. He meant to let Wen Jianing and the others go see it.

  Wen Lin was actually more interested in the Golden Melody Awards, but Yi Nan immediately asked, “Can I go?”

  Zheng Xin smiled and nodded, then said to Wen Jianing and Wen Lin, “You go together. The company will arrange a car to send you off at that time.”

  Wen Jianing looked at the invitation card in Zheng Xin’s hand and suddenly felt a little complicated. It was not an official invitation card of the organizing committee, but just equivalent to an admission ticket, because they had no work and would not be invited to the red carpet.

  Every year, the film creators and actors that were nominated for the awards, as well as the awarding guests invited by the organizing committee, took the red carpet of the Academy Award. Before this year, Wen Jianing stepped on the long red carpet every year, and last year was the most energetic time.

  When Zheng Xin stood up, he saw Wen Jianing staring at the invitation card in a daze. He said, “Do you have confidence that you will step on the red carpet in two years?”

  Wen Jianing looked up at him, smiled, and said, “I will be ready next year.”

  Zheng Xin reached out and patted him on the shoulder.

  Although they didn’t need to walk on the red carpet, they would only be in an inconspicuous corner when they entered the venue. There might not be a lens to shoot them from start to finish, but Wen Jianing and the others still dressed up and attended the awards ceremony.

  The Golden Film Awards hall had not changed in many years. Wen Jianing sat in the corner of the back row, looking at the position in front of him in a daze. If it weren’t for the accident, he would probably sit in the second row this year, next to Lu Jinlang.

  And Lu Jinlang would still sit near that position this year, but what about himself?

  Maybe he could sleep in Lu Jinlang’s bed tonight. Wen Jianing was instantly amused by his own thoughts. Yi Nan glared at him and said in a low voice, “Crazy.”

  After waiting for a while, the filmmakers and big stars sitting in the front row entered the venue one after another.

  Lu Jinlang entered the hall with a well-known actress. He politely and courteously escorted her to her seat before going to her own.

  Seeing that the awards ceremony was about to officially begin, almost all the seats in the awards hall were seated, and the lights in the hall dimmed.

  “It’s about to start,” Wen Lin said in a low voice. At this time, he also began to look forward to it vaguely.

  After solemn opening remarks, the two hosts took the stage. Unlike in previous years, they used jokes to bring a relaxed atmosphere, but their tone and expression were somewhat a bit solemn. Then they began a long speech with the theme of commemorating Wen Jianing and all the awards given to him, and sad music reverberated in the hall.

  Wen Jianing was a little startled because he didn’t know that there would be such an opening.

  After the memorial speech, the large screen in the middle began to play a short introduction of Wen Jianing, including his works that got nominated for the Academy Award in recent years, and finally the video of Wen Jianing receiving the award when he won the Academy Award for best actor last year.

  At that time, Wen Jianing stood on the podium with the little golden man in his hand. He was a little excited, and his eyes were full of tears. He said many words of thanks, including the film creator, his management company, his family and every one of his friends. He said that his gain today was the result of his own struggle, and he was also lucky that so many people had always supported him. Finally, bowed deeply and waved his little men and got off the stage.

  What were you thinking at the time? It must be the best feeling of standing at the peak of life and being proud, and it couldn’t be a better memory.

  After the video ended, the big screen switched to the scene of the award ceremony. In the front row, there were several female stars familiar with Wen Jianing, with tears in their eyes. The camera also swept Lu Jinlang’s face. He looked calm and dignified.

  “Are you crying?” Wen Lin said suddenly, and he was surprised to find that Wen Jianing beside him was crying.

  Wen Jianing raised his hand and wiped his face, and said, “It’s nothing.”

  Wen Lin probably thought he felt sorry for the idol, so he raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him.

  Wen Jianing felt that the music here was so sentimental that people couldn’t help but be sad unconsciously.

  After that, the award ceremony officially began.

  There were more than 20 awards at the Golden Film Awards. For the audience, the most anticipated were undoubtedly the candidates for the leading actor and actress, as well as the best film, director, supporting actor and actress and newcomer awards. However, many of the previous film-related awards had not attracted much attention. Everyone’s attention was focused on the award winners.

  Yi Nan was a little unconcerned. He turned his eyes around and suddenly nudged Wen Jianing and said, “Yuan Qian is here too.”

  Wen Jianing glanced, he didn’t care about Yuan Qian but noticed that Li Rong was also here today. The two seemed to be quarrelling that day, but now they were sitting together as if nothing had happened.

  Wen Lin just came to see the excitement. He asked Wen Jianing when the award for the best actor and actress would be awarded. Wen Jianing told him that it would be at least the second half, and he suddenly lost some interest.

  “I’ll go to the bathroom,” Wen Lin said, then stood up and moved slowly down the aisle.

  “Wait,” Wen Jianing stopped him, “I’ll go with you.”

  When they came out of the award hall, Wen Jianing walked with Wen Lin along the arc-shaped corridor towards the bathroom. The corridor was empty and the staff were busy backstage.

  Wen Lin went into the bathroom, but Wen Jianing just wanted to get a breather at the end of the corridor.

  To be honest, he was still a bit immersed in the emotions just now out, feeling sad about his own death. He suddenly remembered his mother, Wen Cuilan. Wen Jianing never thought about getting close to Wen Cuilan. In fact, a large part of the reason was that after Wen Cuilan remarried, she was happy in her marriage. Wen Cuilan had been abroad in recent years, and the two of them rarely see each other. But their bond connected by blood would not fade anyway.

  Just when Wen Jianing looked out the window in a daze, a woman came out from the nearby bathroom. Wen Jianing was stunned when he saw the woman because the woman was Wen Cuilan.

  Wen Cuilan didn’t look at him much. She came out of the bathroom and walked in the direction of the award hall.

  Wen Jianing subconsciously caught up two steps. He opened his mouth and shouted, “Ms. Wen!”

  Wen Cuilan stopped, turned around and looked at him suspiciously.

  Wen Jianing was stunned. Just when he was about to speak, suddenly he saw Lu Jinlang appear in the corridor, walking in their direction.

  As soon as he saw Lu Jinlang, Wen Jianing changed his tone and said, “I am a fan of Mr. Wen, and I like him very much.”

  Wen Cuilan looked sad when she heard what he said, nodded to Wen Jianing and said, “Thank you.” She no longer remembered that this young man once appeared at Wen Jianing’s funeral and called her “Mom” loudly.

  Wen Jianing didn’t say anything anymore, so Wen Cuilan said goodbye politely and left.

  Lu Jinlang overheard their conversation, and when he passed by Wen Cuilan, he nodded politely, then walked towards Wen Jianing and said, “Are you that sad?”

  Wen Jianing was slightly stunned and didn’t understand what he meant.

  Lu Jinlang raised his hand, bent his index finger and rubbed it gently under Wen Jianing’s eyes, and said, “Your eyes are still red.”

  Wen Jianing raised his hand and wiped his eyes in shock, and noticed that there was still a small drop of tears hanging on his eyelashes.

  Lu Jinlang smiled gently, “He really seems to be your idol, huh.” he said.

  Wen Jianing did not deny it, nor did he say anything to boast about himself.

  Lu Jinlang suddenly asked him, “Why do you like Wen Jianing more?”

  After Wen Jianing heard this question, it took him a while before he reacted. It turned out that Lu Jinlang was aware that the outside world has been comparing him with Wen Jianing. The meaning of “why do you like Wen Jianing more” meant if he liked Wen Jianing more than him.

  Wen Jianing himself really didn’t know how to answer this question. He suddenly remembered his previous joke about who was going to be in Lu Jinlang’s bed tonight and laughed all of a sudden. How would Lu Jinlang react if he knew that the person sleeping next to him was Wen Jianing? Will he be scared and fall out of bed?

  “What are you laughing at?” Lu Jinlang folded his arms on his chest and looked at Wen Jianing. He couldn’t help but smile. Sometimes he wanted to open up Wen Jianing’s head to see what he was thinking about.

  Wen Jianing shook his head. He rubbed his still red eyes and asked Lu Jinlang, “Are you still busy after the awards ceremony?”

  “There’s a dinner party,” Lu Jinlang said, “But it doesn’t have much to do with me this year. I don’t have to attend.” He thought Wen Jianing was inviting him.

  Wen Jianing thought, “Oh, the celebration banquet. I almost forgot. Zheng Xin told us to go to the celebration banquet with manager Bai and get to know someone.”

  Lu Jinlang asked, “Who do you want to know? I can introduce them to you.”

  Wen Jianing smiled, “I haven’t thought about who to meet, I need to go and see then. I think it is best to get acquainted with a few big directors.”

  Lu Jinlang shook his head, “The big director doesn’t like you.”

  Wen Jianing asked, “Why?”

  Lu Jinlang said, “They think you are too small.” After saying that, he lifted his leg and gently bumped his knee into Wen Jianing’s lower part.

  However, he didn’t expect this scene to be seen by Wen Lin, who had just come out of the bathroom. Wen Lin was a little stunned for a moment. He was obviously frightened.

  Wen Jianing watched Wen Lin stare at Lu Jinlang, and quickly said to him, “You go back first, I’ll be there soon.”

  Wen Lin came back to his senses. When he turned to leave, he remembered that he should say hello to Lu Jinlang, so he bent over and said, “Hello, Coach Lu.” his head couldn’t turn around, and he still used the title he used to call Lu Jinlang during the competition.

  Lu Jinlang nodded to him.

  Wen Lin quickly walked towards the way back.


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Chapter 2.1

TL: sync
PR: Emy

Shoutou Academy High School was a private school located in the northeast of Shizuoka Prefecture. From the back of the school building, Mt. Fuji covered in perpetual snow could be seen, along with high-quality hot springs dotted about here and there. It also wasn’t far from Suruga Bay, home to a large fishing harbor. For the inspiring young students at the school, it was the perfect environment for them to face their challenges head-on.

On the day of the last class of the year, the room assignments were put up on the bulletin board just outside of the dormitories after dinner.

Kobori Fumiya could do nothing but gape as he looked up at the piece of paper which listed the names of those living in each room.

Wh-Why…?

It was the norm for first and second-year students to stay in rooms of four, while the third years in rooms of two.

However, the room that Fumiya had been assigned to was a two-person room. Judging from the number, the room was on the third floor, occupied mainly by the third years. The person he’d be sharing it with was a Bunotsu* third year, Akamatsu Souichirou.

Similarly to section 1, Bunotsu is a set of students taking certain subjects (bun = bunkei (social studies / humanities) & otsu = dokugo sentaku (German elective[/mfn].

Perhaps there was a problem with numbers that the dorm had no choice but to pair him up with an upperclassman? But if that had been the case, they would take into account those coming from the same hometown or those who were often together for extracurricular activities.

And yet, Fumiya had no connection to this upperclassman.

Though he did have an inkling about why he was chosen.

That person isn’t a pure-blood Japanese, and I’m the illegitimate child of a geisha, so… that must be why.

Humans different from the norm should be grouped together.

Its high-level classes and expensive tuition fees were what Shoutou Academy was known for. It wasn’t odd to find the majority of the students to be those from esteemed or wealthy families. Even if being surrounded by the same rank of people in their day-to-day lives made those students forget their lineage, the faculty wouldn’t completely ignore it.

As Fumiya was adopted by the family of a doctor, the school shouldn’t have known about his birth mother, but it was a bad habit of the boy’s to constantly look down on himself—it acted as a form of self-defense to help lighten the shock he might receive by being in a horrible situation.

And so, he gloomily prepared himself.

If I’m not with Sakamoto-kun, then it doesn’t matter whether I’m with four people or two. I just don’t want to be with an upperclassman.

Sakamoto Mitsuo was one of Fumiya’s current roommates. It was mainly thanks to him that Fumiya ever really hung out with the other two in his room.

Sakamoto was a friendly boy and the youngest son of a merchant family. He was also extraordinarily good at connecting people. He always worried about Fumiya, whose head was always lowered, and in one way or another, always found ways to back him up.

Considering they would be in different rooms the next year, surely that would no longer happen?

The third year Fumiya would be sharing with was someone he… sort of knew, yet sort of didn’t… Since his appearance made him stand out, it wasn’t like he didn’t know who he was; he had just never spoken with him before.

Sakamoto, who was a member of the Kendo Club along with Fumiya and Souichirou, often spoke of his admiration of him. But between Fumiya and the son of an earl, who was demonically strong when it came to kendo, and who had a large build and a foreign appearance, there were no common subjects between them.

All Fumiya could look forward to was uncomfortable days with nothing more than greetings exchanged between them.

Even so, Fumiya would happily take awkward silences over Souichirou becoming romantically interested in him. Thankfully, he hadn’t heard of Akamatsu Souichirou’s family being known for homosexual relationships.

“Kobori-kun, what room are you going to be in?”

Fumiya, still standing rigid in shock, was snapped out of his daze by Sakamoto.

“I-It seems like…I’m going to be staying on the third floor.”

“Whoa, you’re going to be staying with an upperclassman? What rubbish luck… Oh, hey, you’re sharing a room with Akamatsu-senpai! I’m so jealous.”

“Do you want to swap?”

“Well… I don’t know, really. I do look up to Akamatsu-senpai, but I’d be a bit worried about being together with him day and night.”

“…You would be worried, huh?”

Noticing Fumiya’s anxious expression, Sakamoto quickly tried to comfort him.

“But, it’ll be fine. Akamatsu-senpai isn’t the kind of person to say ridiculous things. He has a sense of justice, and he’s fair to everyone, no matter who they are. What’s better is that you can even ask him for help with German! If you happen to manage to get his help, please tell me. And then, let me join you…”

Noticing said upperclassman right beside him, Sakamoto quickly swallowed his words.

Sakamoto, with his small build, went up on his tiptoes slightly before speaking to the tall Souichirou.

“Hello, Akamatsu-senpai.”

“Hey, Sakamoto.”

“As you can see, my friend Kobori-kun will be sharing a room with you next year. Kobori is always very quiet, so I doubt he will cause you any trouble, but I would appreciate it if you could provide him with guidance.” 

Souichirou nodded in understanding, before flicking his eyes to Fumiya.

“Do you have any complaints about sharing with me?”

“N-No.”

Fumiya awkwardly looked away.

“I-It’s… It’s a p-pleasure to meet you.”

When Souichirou walked past him the other day, Fumiya had noticed three moles lined up on the back of his hand. He also recalled seeing long nails.

It’s the person who told me his opinion on my tanka. I think he said something like… he thought that there was some kind of bond between cherry blossoms and the snow…

At that time, he’d been so embarrassed he couldn’t even raise his head. He hadn’t realized until it was time to submit it that he wasn’t allowed to use a pen name.

Fumiya already had the embarrassment of composing tanka or drawing pictures despite being in the science class. Although many people praised him for his achievement, he couldn’t help but think they were calling him strange behind his back.

“…T-The buds of the cherry blossoms at the… school gate have gotten bigger…” he muttered quietly.

“What?”

“T-The snow… this year…”

Souichirou glanced down at him.

“Considering how warm it is, I highly doubt it’s going to snow anymore.”

“…But when the petals scatter, they look like s-snow.”

“That’s true.”

Fumiya looked up at Souichirou’s short reply, but he was already walking away—it seemed as if something had displeased him.

It’s odd how the c-cherry blossom petals aren’t c-cold…

He could only swallow those words left unspoken in his mouth.

Almost as if consoling him, Sakamoto gently rubbed Fumiya’s back.

“It seems like he’s in a bit of a bad mood tonight, but Akamatsu-senpai is a really wonderful person. He knows a lot about music and literature and…he’s great to talk to when it comes to people like Goethe* and their works. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be fine. Although, if you find that it’s getting too uncomfortable, just come over to my room.”

*German poet, novelist and dramatist who lived in Weimar (1749-1832).

“Who are you sharing with?”

“Andou, Ichihara and Matsushita. You know who Andou is, right? He’s in Riotsu, too.”

“Yeah. He’s in the b-boat club…”

Fumiya’s lips turned up into a small, fleeting smile at his friend’s kindness.

The following morning, a trailer arrived between the east and west dorms and left before coming back again several times. There were many people who moved into their new dorms and unpacked in the morning, then returned home in the afternoon.

In regard to Fumiya and Sakamoto, they first started with unpacking Sakamoto’s things before moving on to Fumiya’s.

Bedsheets were valuable when it came to moving around within the same building: if you laid it out and wrapped what you needed to transport in it, it became far easier to transport it all at once. Using many towels joined together to make a long rope made it easier to carry large things like futons over their shoulders.

Fumiya didn’t have much to unpack. Inside a small wicker trunk, he had some of his clothes and his shamisen. He also had some books, like his textbooks and dictionaries, but they were all still easily transported in one trip using the bedsheets.

His roommate wasn’t in his room. Relieved, Sakamoto looked around the two-person room with curious eyes.

The four-person rooms assigned to the first and second years were around the size of a ten-mat Japanese room with six tatami mats spread out near the entrance. When night fell, the students would line up their futons on the tatami and sleep.

However, in the two-person bedroom, which was the size of a six-mat Japanese room, there were no tatami mats. Instead, there were two beds with wooden frames.

“…It’s a western-style room.”

For those who were raised in a Japanese-style house, a western room was a completely new sight, and they couldn’t help but stare in amazement.

“Kobori-kun, are you going to be okay?”

“I’ll be fine… I think.”

At the vague response, Sakamoto made his best attempt at cheering his friend up.

“You generally only wear western clothes anyway, so it should be easy to get used to this, right, Kobori-kun? And besides, you won’t have to worry about airing out the futons anymore.”

As Sakamoto stated, Fumiya only wore western clothes except for his sleepwear. …But that was because all he really wore was his school uniform.

He always had the hooks at his neck attached, and it made him look incredibly formal. Above this, geta with supports made out of magnolia wood were considered uncouth, but as he didn’t like geta, he was always wearing high-laced shoes tied up perfectly. Inside the dorm, he only wore zouri*.

*Japanese sandals
Though geta and zori are worn in the same way, zori have flat bottoms with no teeth.

Even when Fumiya had finished placing his things where he wanted them to go and making his bed, his roommate was still nowhere to be seen.

Sakamoto had wanted to talk to the third year, but he’d already decided to take the afternoon train back to Yamanashi to see his parents.

After seeing Sakamoto off at the station in the early afternoon, Fumiya returned back to the dorm.

Chapter 1

Summary:

Ever since he was a child, Fumiya was often subjected to sexual harrassment by his classmates, casting a shadow of his past. Not only he developed a severe case of stuttering but he also suffer from fear of men. Because he inherited his mother’s geisha looks, the teachers at his school would pay more attention to him, causing him to lead a miserable and lonely school life.

In the new semester, Fumiya was assigned to share a dorm room with Ernst Souichirou, an overbearing half-Japanese upperclassman. Souichirou is the son of an Earl and as a half-blooded Japanese, he naturally possessed a handsome face with a pair of dark gray eyes. Although this upperclassman tried to persuade him that he was different from those classmates, Fumiya still felt uneasy. However, seeing the frightened Fumiya suddenly made Souichirou to suggest him to be his own retainer…

TL: sync
PR: Emy

With the chilly winter air creeping along his skin, Akamatsu Souichirou stood by the window. The heavy snow that had been falling since the day before still showed no signs of stopping that morning.

As the result of the dedication and persistence he’d put into his kendo training, the boy’s arms were well-defined. So, although the joints of the window were stiff, he was able to pull it open.

When the piercing cold wind burst in and enveloped him, the edges of his lips turned up in a satisfied smile. Behind him, his three roommates moaned in discomfort while pulling the covers over their heads.

Sniggering at their reactions, Souichirou gazed at the snowy landscape spread out before him.

Surrounding the bronze statue of the board chairman which stood between the east and west dormitories was a garden. The clay figure was concealed by the snow, leaving only an outline, as were the satsuki azaleas, whose vivid flowers bloomed in spring and summer, and the garden rock, expertly placed to complement the plants. Absolutely everything was underneath the snow.

The powder snow had even made its way inside the needle-like leaves of the towering cedrus deodara, dying it a dull gray.

A long time ago, Souichirou had been part of that scenery.

He was the heir of the earl, Lord Akamatsu, but his mother was the daughter of Hessen, the Marquis of Austria. She was raised in a magnificent castle surrounded by a forest until she was nine years of age, just before the start of World War I.

As one would expect, her perfectly-shaped face didn’t look Japanese. Her long hair was gold-brown in color, and her eyes were gray tinged with blue.

Her captivating, serene figure almost seemed unworthy of the yukata she loved to wear as her sleepwear, but the youthful body that could be seen from the nape was enough.

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When Souichirou threw the window open, it would make sense for him to feel cold, considering how thin the fabric of his yukata was, but there wasn’t a single goosebump on his fair skin.

He reached out to the snow still dancing in the air and held out his palm.

“…Snow is such an ephemeral being.”

At that moment, he suddenly saw a person down below.

Souichirou had always thought that he was alone in his curiosity of walking through the snow at dawn, but surprisingly, it seemed as if there was one other.

The boy was standing quietly in the passageway, looking up at the empty sky. He remembered seeing an underclassman that looked like that boy.

His name was Kobori Fumiya.

A handsome young boy, it was rumored in Riotsu*, a part of the school in which homosexuality was not shunned, that Fumiya had managed to enroll in the school within one year.

*Back in the olden days, around the Taishou era, senior high schools were split into ‘classes’ based on electives. Riotsu is the Science-German class (Ri = Rikei (science) and Otsu = dokugo sentaku (German elective[/mfn].

Souichirou didn’t really know him personally, but he’d turned around when they passed by each other once and saw him.

He had seemed shy, the kind to never raise his head and to always keep his eyes on the ground.

As if realizing he was being watched, Fumiya suddenly looked up. Seemingly curious about Souichirou’s foreign appearance, his glistening eyes stared at him.

When Souichirou frowned at his rudeness, he jumped slightly, as if taken aback, and hurriedly walked away.

Certainly, Fumiya had pretty features, and his beauty was not to be ignored, but through that conduct alone, Souichirou couldn’t help but see him as low-class, similar to a servant.

Even after that, he was sure they would have several other chances to meet one another.

However, ever since then, Souichirou had never caught sight of Fumiya again, let alone be able to talk with him.

Fumiya was now standing in front of the garden in the middle of the snow, a padded garment placed over his sleepwear.

Although they were the kind of clothes someone would wear when going to the toilet in the middle of the night, his thin neck, the slender wrists poking out from underneath his sleeves, and his bare feet, nestling in his geta, looked far too cold.

Unaware of Souichirou’s presence above him, Fumiya continued to gaze at the fluttering snow.

Suddenly, he reached his hand forward.

Flakes of snow landed on his upturned hand. Fumiya closed it, before slowly opening it again. His body heat would just melt them though, wouldn’t it?

Souichirou couldn’t tell what the boy was thinking as he looked down at his palm, now most likely empty. Something about the way his slender neck tilted to the side and his plump red lips mumbled words made him look so innocent.

The paleness of the boy’s skin only emphasized the scarlet of his lips, pulling Souichirou’s eyes to them.

…It almost looks as if he’s wearing lipstick.

Suddenly, Souichirou thought of the maiko his father, the Count, had summoned to the tatami room while discussing his trip to Kyoto with him.

Of course, Fumiya wasn’t a girl. Although his face was so white it looked as if it had been powdered, it didn’t hold the plumpness of a female’s.

Never tiring of watching him, Souichirou continued to watch Fumiya. For some reason, he couldn’t seem to avert his gaze.

I wonder if this inability to look away is related to love? Souichirou had never done bad deeds like hanging around the red-light district flirting with girls, but he wasn’t a straight-laced person either.

He quickly shook his head. I’m just curious, that’s all. It was only because high-schoolers, including himself, were sentimentalists in one way or another.

The beautiful underclassman standing around in the snowy morning.

Standing silently in the passageway, Kobori Fumiya’s figure was imprinted on the back of Akamatsu Souichirou’s eyelids, and for a while, his image refused to disappear.

The snow soon thawed with the arrival of March, at the time when the school’s art and literature newspaper, “Keitou”, was displayed on the bulletin board.

Works derived from the students’ pathos of having lost their way and foolishly pessimistic points of views were all lined up in a row.

For some reason, Souichirou’s eyes stopped on a published three-line tanka.

If I hadn’t grabbed hold of the dancing snow, that everlasting pink could have remained,
That memory of naive frolicking in the first snow appears as an ephemeral dream, just like flowers in full bloom,
While snow falls on my clothes as I walk along the cherry tree row.

Through using part of another waka to model the tanka off of, the writer had done a fine job of describing the snowy winter scene as it blended into the cherry blossom-filled spring, along with effectively conveying the delicate emotions felt watching it happen.

Tanka – an unrhymed Japanese verse form of five lines containing five, seven, five, seven, and seven syllables respectively
Waka – Japanese poetry

The writer was a Riotsu first year, Kobori Fumiya.

Souichirou couldn’t help but grin at how that early morning reverie had been portrayed through a tanka.

Without delay, he made his way to the dormitory’s cafeteria. When he found Fumiya, he quickly made his way over.

“Kobori-kun, I saw your entry in Keitou. That wasn’t a bad tanka.”

While Souichirou spoke, the shy underclassman drew back. Was he surprised at the suddenness of it? Without even looking at his face, Fumiya cast his eyes down and thanked him in a voice so quiet it was almost a whisper.

“I saw snow scattered about on top of cherry blossoms in full bloom once when I was younger. It was in Europe, though… Ever since then, I’ve felt like there’s some kind of bond between snow and cherry blossoms,” Souichirou said, but Fumiya didn’t utter a single word in response.

After seeing how cleverly the boy could weave his words, Souichirou had thought that maybe bringing up the cherry blossoms would elicit a reaction from him, but…

He couldn’t help but feel let down that his expectations had been betrayed.

With his head hung down low, Fumiya waited for his upperclassman to walk away.

“Sorry for interrupting what you were doing.”

As expected, he shook his head without saying a thing, his black hair, as smooth as silk, swaying from the movement.

“You may leave now.”

Once permission was given, Fumiya left at the speed of light. Without raising his head even once.

Souichirou, dejected after his meeting with Fumiya, didn’t know what to do with himself. I’ve just made everything so awkward…

He shrugged his shoulders.

It’s not like this is the first time I’ve been disliked by someone.

Souichirou rarely paid attention to it while on the school premises, but the people who looked at him with suspicion in their eyes because of his mother’s German blood were not few in numbers. After the first Sino-Japanese War and the Russo-Japanese War, militarism became common and the contempt held toward foreigners had only increased since then.

As the first child, Souichirou’s father and grandfather and their side of the family supported him. However, his stepmother and her side of the family were arrogant, believing the second child, his younger brother who was born to his stepmother, should be the one to succeed the family.

Even though Souichirou was a charming young boy, his stepmother ignored him and didn’t show the slightest hint of loving him.

Souichirou was never raised in Lord Akamatsu’s residence; rather, he was raised in Musashino, where his grandparents lived. However, anyone could tell from a glance that he wasn’t of pure Japanese blood; as much as his grandparents might have loved him, it would make sense if it worried them.

Even after becoming an earl following the Meiji Restoration, and even after he no longer had his topknot, Souichirou’s grandfather, born into a prestigious family in the Kinki region, had never lost his samurai spirit. He drove the arts of fencing and horse riding into his grandson, regardless of how people viewed him. His grandmother, born into nobility, taught him the basics of waka.

Yet, despite being taught in both the literary and military arts, prejudice and discrimination cast a dark shadow over his future.

Souichirou was alone. Even if he garnered attention because of his beautiful features and his noble heart and became respected for it—no, because he was respected for it, Souichirou would have no choice but to remain as a boy left in solitude.

 

Chapter 35

       After breakfast, Lu Jinlang and Wen Jianing went fishing in the fish pond for a long time. In the afternoon, they went around the mountain behind.

       In the evening, Yang Wenchong called Lu Jinlang and said that he had bought the car according to the brand and model Wen Jianing wanted. He had asked someone to drive it up the mountain. The rest of the formalities will also be handled by someone to help Wen Jianing.

       So Lu Jinlang accompanied Wen Jianing to see the car.

       Yang Wenchong was standing next to the brand-new Mercedes-Benz and was making a phone call to someone. When he saw Wen Jianing and the others, he threw the car keys to Wen Jianing.

  Wen Jianing wasn’t particularly excited. He just thought that he wouldn’t have to take a taxi to the company in the future, and he wouldn’t have to ask Lu Yunan to pick him up every time.

  Yang Wenchong came over after the call, and Wen Jianing said to him, “Thank you.”

  He blew a kiss, “I should be the one who thanked you, baby.” He wouldn’t change the nickname he give to Wen Jianing.

       Then they stayed quietly on the mountain for the next two days. Wen Tinghuan called and said that Wen Lin had finished the shooting and had come back. She asked Wen Jianing to prepare to come back and record the song.

  Wen Jianing and Wen Lin were singing the theme song of ‘The Strange Fate of Hairpin and Phoenix’ that was originally decided when Huang Gang was still there. At that time, Huang Gang had an interest in making Wen Jianing and Wen Lin developed together. However, after Bai Shengzhe took over Lei Xing, he felt that it was no longer necessary. Zheng Xin also said that the two of them were completely different types of artists, and there was no need to tie them together and restrained each other.

       However, the TV series had completed the creation of lyrics and songs of the theme in the initial preparation, it was written specifically for the two of them to sing together, so there was no need to change it now.

  Wen Jianing went down from the mountain ahead of schedule. Since Lu Jinlang had a long vacation, he planned to stay in Lanlu for more days.

  When Wen Tinghuan saw Wen Jianing’s new car, she stared at him and didn’t speak for a long time.

  Wen Jianing knew that she must have thought that Lu Jinlang bought it for him, and he didn’t intend to tell the truth, because if he mentioned Yang Wenchong was involved, it would be even more complicated

  Wen Tinghuan sighed and said, “Forget it, that’s okay. Anyway, he is willing to do it, so please don’t make trouble in the future.”

  Wen Jianing smiled, “I know, Ting jie, don’t worry.”

  Wen Tinghuan told him again, “Also, don’t let the reporter catch on to it. Just say that the company lent you a car, this kind of thing is not like other scandals, it will have a great impact on you.”

  Wen Jianing nodded, indicating that he was very clear about this in his heart.

  The theme song of the TV series was called ‘Asking for Happiness’ and was a rather grandiose old-style song. Before the official recording, the producer guided Wen Jianing and Wen Lin to practice for a long time before entering the recording studio.

  Wen Lin was actually much better than Wen Jianing in singing. However, Wen Lin’s original voice was also relatively clear and soft, and when he sang with Wen Jianing, the effect of the whole song still sounds very good.

  In the eyes of the producer, these two people were just idol singers, but after the recording, he still thought they were great and even had a private conversation with Wen Lin.

       After the TV series entered the post-production stage, Wen Jianing and Wen Lin had to be busy with the pre-publicity of the TV series.

  But before that, the annual event of the film industry was about to begin again. As the highest award in the domestic film industry, the Academy Award had always been the focus of filmmakers and film audiences across the country.

  It was at this Academy Award that Wen Jianing lost to Lu Jinlang twice. He took a long deep breath because of this.

       Lu Jinlang was not nominated for this year’s Academy Award, because Lu Jinlang only made one movie ‘October Fireworks’ which was not released this year, and the release schedule has not been set yet.

       Of course, it was impossible to have Wen Jianing to be nominated again, because Wen Jianing was dead in everyone’s eyes.

  So there was a very strange phenomenon this year, that was, the two topics of the Academy Award and the commemoration of Wen Jianing were tied together. There was more than a week left for the award ceremony, but it was widely discussed on the internet.

  Lu Jinlang, who had stayed on the mountain for one more week, called Wen Jianing to go up the mountain. But after Wen Tinghuan knew about it, he asked Wen Jianing to make an excuse to refuse it. After all, Wen Jianing’s career was still in its infancy. He couldn’t stay in the mountains as leisurely as Lu Jinlang for a month without having to do anything.

       Since Lu Jinlang finally couldn’t stand loneliness, he went back from the mountain himself.

       That day, Wen Jianing confirmed the next trip with Wen Tinghuan in the company. He and Wen Lin would record  Starlight TV station’s entertainment programs in two days, and it would be broadcasted at the same time as the TV series broadcasting.

  When they left, Wen Lin followed Wen Jianing downstairs, since Wen Jianing told him that he would send him back.

  Wen Lin knew that Wen Jianing had a new car, and it was not cheap. Of course he knew that it was impossible for the company to lend it, but Wen Lin didn’t have the heart to ask where it came from.

        As soon as the two of them arrived in the underground parking lot, Wen Jianing’s cell phone rang suddenly, and it was Lu Jinlang who called and asked him where he was.

  Wen Jianing replied that he was in the company.

  Lu Jinlang then said, “Wait a while, I will let Yunan pick you up.”

  Wen Jianing smiled, “Where are you taking me?”

  Lu Jinlang said, “Come to my house.”

        Wen Jianing said, “Then you don’t need to tell Yunan to pick me up, I will come by myself later.”

  When he hung up, Wen Lin hesitated and asked, “Isn’t it inconvenient? I’ll just take the bus to go back by myself.”

  “It’s fine,” Wen Jianing shook his head, “I’ll send you back first, it’s still early.”

  After getting in the car, Wen Lin was quiet and asked, “Xinhang, are you with Lu Jinlang?”

  Wen Jianing did not deny it and softly replied, “Yeah.”

       Wen Lin was somewhat a naive and idealistic person. Although Wen Jianing often persuaded him that if he really wanted to insist on singing, he had to give up some things, his standpoint couldn’t be easily shaken.

  What happened with Boss Chen last time influenced him a lot. For a long time, Wen Lin became a little cautious in speaking and doing things. Compared to how he originally was when he attended the Lei Xing’s banquet without saying anything, Wen Jianing had to say that Wen Lin had changed a lot. It might also be because Wen Jianing’s words in the past had some impact. But perhaps in Wen Lin’s view, he must go through these tribulations before he could truly become a top musician and make his own favourite music.

       Wen Lin certainly couldn’t understand the affairs of Wen Jianing and Lu Jinlang, but he was in no position to say anything, and he didn’t even know what to say to persuade Wen Jianing.

  Wen Jianing somewhat saw Wen Lin’s thoughts. As he drove the car, he said, “It’s nothing really. I like Lu Jinlang very much.”

  Wen Lin turned his head in surprise, he asked, “Are you guys serious?”

  Wen Jianing smiled, “I am very happy with him, at least he is handsome and a gentle man. Do not you still think I am pitiful?”

        Hearing what Wen Jianing said, Wen Lin understood the implication. He said, “But it can’t last long.”

  Wen Jianing said, “In the beginning, not every relationship can blossom and bear fruit. There is no need to force a lot of things, and just let nature take its course.”

  Wen Lin sighed deeply when he heard the words. He too, was at loss for he also didn’t know where the future will lead to.

  After sending Wen Lin home, Wen Jianing drove toward Lu Jinlang’s villa.

  When he arrived, Lu Jinlang was preparing to cook steak.

  Wen Jianing walked gently into the kitchen and hugged Lu Jinlang who was pouring olive oil into the pot from behind.

  Lu Jinlang said, “Be careful, it’s hot.”

  Wen Jianing let go of him and asked. “Are we eating steak?”

  Lu Jinlang smiled and said, “We are having candlelight dinner.”

  That night, the two of them were eating steak on the long table in Lu Jinlang’s dining room. After eating, Wen Jianing suddenly thought of asking Lu Jinlang to play the piano for him.

        Halfway through playing the piano, Lu Jinlang made love to Wen Jianing in the piano room.

  Wen Jianing’s cheeks were flushed after doing it. Lu Jinlang held him in his arms and sat on the sofa. Wen Jianing asked, “Did you miss me so much that you couldn’t wait and come down to find me?”

       Lu Jinlang did not answer him directly, but said, “Li Rong looked for you once, and Yang Wenchong looked for you twice.”

  Wen Jianing laughed at the words, “What do they want from me? Playing snooker?”

  Lu Jinlang said, “I told them, please don’t harass you without permission.”

  Wen Jianing turned his head to look at him, “You are so overbearing.”

        Lu Jinlang stretched out his hand to pinch his chin and deliberately said in a haughty tone, “You are mine. No one is allowed to harass you without my consent.”

        He then brought his acting skills as the Film Emperor to full effect.

  Wen Jianing said, “That’s right, you are Boss Lu.” After he said that, he took the initiative to kiss Lu Jinlang’s lips.

  Wen Jianing always spends time with Lu Jinlang as soon as he had free time and Wen Tinghuan had no good reason to stop him. Two days later, on the way to the TV station to record the program, Wen Tinghuan couldn’t help asking, “He hasn’t gotten tired of you yet, has he?

  Wen Lin’s eyes widened and felt that Wen Tinghuan’s question was really hurtful.

  Wen Jianing smiled, and said, “Maybe I will be the one who is tired of him first instead. So don’t worry.”

        Because they were stuck in traffic for a while, they arrived at the TV station a little late. They had just arrived backstage when they heard the makeup artist of the Starlight TV station secretly telling them that Yuan Qian had lost her temper.

       Their makeup artist was the same as when they participated in the competition, and they all knew each other quite well. It was said that Yuan Qian put on makeup half an hour ago and waited for the recording to start. Because they were late, wow she lost her temper in the lounge and refused to record.

       The two of them had finished filming a 30-episode TV series with Yuan Qian, but the relationship between them was not so good, and they were not even close.

  Yuan Qian was a little arrogant and had some temper for a lady. As men, Wen Jianing and Wen Lin had been accommodating to her when filming, but they didn’t expect that now that the filming was finished, they still had to accommodate her when recording a promotional program.

        Wen Tinghuan said, “After all, we are late and at fault. I will go and apologize to the Missy.”

  Wen Jianing grabbed her and said, “I’ll go.”

  Although Wen Tinghuan was capable, she was a woman after all. Wen Jianing felt that it didn’t feel right to let a woman do this kind of thing, and Yuan Qian might not be any gentle to Wen Tinghuan.

  As a result, Wen Jianing personally apologized to Yuan Qian.

  In Yuan Qian’s lounge, she and her agent Xu Wen were both there. Xu Wen was known for her aggressive personality on the road. She didn’t say anything when she saw Wen Jianing come in.

  Wen Jianing was sincere, he explained the reason for his late arrival and said “sorry” without being condescending.

  Before Yuan Qian spoke, Xu Wen said, “Miss Yuan has another appointment in the evening.” It means she was blaming Wen Jianing for wasting their time.

  Wen Jianing pretended not to understand, and said, “Then we have to start recording quickly, otherwise we will delay Miss Yuan’s appointment even further.”

       Yuan Qian said, “It’s been delayed, what’s the point of saying this now?”

  Wen Jianing felt that Yuan Qian was deliberately looking for trouble. It was just a trivial matter, but she had to make a mountain out of a molehill.*

  Sure enough, as if she was venting her anger, Yuan Qian stood up and said, “No more recording!”

       Xu Wen was surprised, she stood up and tried to persuade Yuan Qian by saying, “What’s the matter?” This and that is a different things. She understood that Yuan Qian was unhappy that Wen Jianing and Wen Lin were late, but the show had to be recorded. Otherwise, she would not only violate the contract but also offended Starlight TV station, which was not worthwhile.

       Wen Jianing just felt that Yuan Qian’s emotions were inexplicable. If she didn’t want to do the recording, it had nothing to do with him anyway.

       But soon, the program director and TV station staff came in to persuade her, and Xu Wen had been pulling Yuan Qian next to her but Yuan Qian didn’t budge.

       Then the program started recording.

       This was a popular entertainment program with four hosts and four guests. In addition to the three of them, there was also a female guest who was also an actress in ‘The Strange Fate of Hairpin and Phoenix’.

       Yuan Qian was absent-minded the whole time. Although she was still smiling when she was supposed to laugh, as long as the host’s topic was not on her, her face was cold and expressionless.

        The program director was holding his breath below and couldn’t exhale properly.

  When playing a game later, Yuan Qian smashed a toy ball directly on Wen Lin’s face, and the audience gave a cry of surprise.

  The host hurried over to ask Wen Lin if there was anything wrong.

       Wen Lin shook his head.

  Wen Jianing stood next to him, reached out and lifted Wen Lin’s face to the light and found a thin gash smashed into his cheekbone.

       Wen Tinghuan and Wen Lin’s assistant, Zhu Zexin stood in the audience and saw this scene, and cursed under their breath.

  The recording of the show dragged on until late at night.

  Wen Jianing and Wen Lin dealt with the autographs of the enthusiastic fans for a while and then struggled to get out and return to the backstage area.

  Walking to the dressing room, Zhu Zexin told Wen Lin to treat the wound.

  Wen Lin laughed, “What can be done with this, such a small wound.”

        As they walked to the dressing room, Zhu Zexin told Wen Lin to treat the wound.

        Wen Lin chuckled, “What is there to deal with, it’s just a small wound.”

       As soon as Wen Lin finished speaking, Wen Jianing saw a man walking in their direction across the corridor. The man was tall, his coat was open, and his shirt was not neatly buttoned. The man turned out to be Li Rong.

  Li Rong was originally walking to Yuan Qian’s door lounge and stopped, but after seeing Wen Jianing, he then walked in his direction.

  “Are you here to record a program?” Li Rong asked.

        The corridor suddenly became quiet, Wen Tinghuan and Zhu Zexin knew who Li Rong was, and they looked at each other in surprise without saying a word. Wen Lin didn’t know who Li Rong was, and looked at him curiously.

  Wen Jianing was puzzled for a moment and soon understood why Li Rong appeared here. Instead of answering Li Rong’s question, he asked, “Picking up a friend?”

  Li Rong smiled upon hearing this, and said, “Taking care of something.”

        Then, Li Rong said to Wen Jianing, “Come out for a drink sometime, I won’t bother you today.”

  After he said that, he turned around and walked toward Yuan Qian’s lounge. After he opened the door and going in, he closed the door heavily.

  Wen Jianing turned around and asked Wen Tinghuan, “Li Rong and Yuan Qian?”

  Wen Tinghuan said, “That’s her official boyfriend. You don’t know?”

        Wen Jianing shook his head. He really didn’t know it. Maybe it was something that happened this year. He was just a starlet who just debuted. There was no channel to understand many things, and he didn’t even want to think about it.

  It was just, “How do you know Li Rong?” Wen Tinghuan found it incredible, and Li Rong was obviously very polite to Wen Jianing.

  Wen Jianing laughed and said nothing.


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Chapter 34

        At this time, the little fresh meat* successfully hit the black ball into the pocket. He was a little excited, smiling and turning his head to look at Lu Jinlang.

  Lu Jinlang patted him on the waist and stepped to the side to not interfere with Wen Jianing as he continued to play.

  Wen Jianing calculated the direction of the next ball with his cue, raised his head and saw Li Rong standing next to him, looking at him with a cigarette in his mouth.

  To be precise, everyone in this room was looking at him now, except for Yan Ruowei.

  Yan Ruowei was looking at Lu Jinlang. He moved slowly to Lu Jinlang’s side, and said in a low voice, “Are you taking a break recently? I heard you just finished filming Fang Wei’s movie.”

  Lu Jinlang was still watching Wen Jianing, but divided his mind to answer Yan Ruowei’s question, “Yes, I plan to rest for half a year.”

  Yan Ruowei felt a little angry, and asked Lu Jinlang, “Do you think he is better than me?”

  Lu Jinlang looked at him upon hearing the words and said, “You two have nothing to compare.”

  When he heard Lu Jinlang’s answer, Yan Ruowei didn’t know for a moment whether he should be happy or sad.

        Suddenly, there was a loud sound of billiard balls colliding on the front table, and a red ball quickly rolled in their direction and fell into the pocket.

       Yan Ruowei was startled. When he looked up, he saw Wen Jianing standing opposite, and just straightened up without looking at them. He walked half a circle around the table to find the next target.

       Wen Jianing had to admit that Li Rong’s ball skills were much better than Yang Wenchong’s. Wen Jianing couldn’t hold him down at all. In the third game, the two of them were going back and forth, but they could not score one after another smoothly, which made the game a bit more watchable.

        Guan Xiaotian also shifted his attention and focused on the game.

  Li Rong smoked frequently. The young model next to him kept watch over him and lit his cigarette when he saw the right time. Li Rong seemed to have a calm expression, but he still glared at Yan Ruowei between the breaks. Yan Ruowei didn’t dare to stay with Lu Jinlang anymore and moved back to Li Rong.

        The score between the two was very tight.

  Wen Jianing had played with many people in this circle, and it was the first time to play with someone as powerful as Li Rong.

  Li Rong narrowly won the first game.

  However, in the second game, Wen Jianing started the game first, and the situation reversed.

  No one knew who came up with it. Every time Li Rong scored a goal, the group of young models cheered for him. Li Rong suddenly got angry and shouted, “Shut up!”

  Yang Wenchong smiled and laughed when he saw it. He went to the waiter and took a small plastic horn for the party. After Wen Jianing scored a goal, he blew the horn and knocked on the table.

        Li Rong yelled, “fvck!”, he pulled off the cigarette end in his mouth and threw it at him.

  Wen Jianing played the next two in a row, and when the last black ball fell in the pocket, the winner was decided, he narrowly beat Li Rong.

  He put the cue back, looked at Yang Wenchong and said, “Young Master Yang?” He waited for Yang Wenchong to make a statement.

  Yang Wenchong threw a wink over to signal him not to be impatient, He ran to find Li Rong to settle the gambling.

  Li Rong snorted coldly and sat down next to the bar, but he was willing to admit defeat.

       Wen Jianing, who won the game, was in a good mood and raised his hand to catch it when Li Rong threw a cigarette over.

  A little beauty next to him came up to help him light a cigarette, and said, “Gege, you are so handsome.”

  Wen Jianing caught fire and lit the smoke, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled the smoke to calm himself down a little. He saw Lu Jinlang watching him, so he waved to Lu Jinlang.

  Lu Jinlang walked up to him with a smile, and said what the girl just now said, “Gege, you are so handsome.”

  Wen Jianing had a smile in his eyes, put the cigarette between his fingers, and brought it to Lu Jinlang’s mouth.

        Lu Jinlang took a breath, and then approached Wen Jianing’s ear, exhaling all the smoke to his ears.

  Wen Jianing felt itchy and cowered as he raised his arm to rest on Lu Jinlang’s shoulder.

       Guan Xiaotian planned to leave at this time. He came out of his love for billiards to stand next to these people and finish watching the game. Now that the game was over, he was not interested in staying any longer.

  He didn’t have any problem with Li Rong and the rich men who come out to spend a lot of time and drink. The most uncomfortable thing for him was those who were obviously men but were willing to sell themselves to other men to sleep.

  Just before leaving, Guan Xiaotian couldn’t help looking at Wen Jianing more, seemingly feeling a bit sorry for him.

       Li Rong lost the game, and a group of handsome men and beautiful women gathered around him to comfort him. He actually didn’t care too much. Yang Wenchong was chatting beside him, but Li Rong felt he was making noises like he was like a fly and cursed, “Get out!”

        Yang Wenchong smiled and said, “Rong ge, can’t afford to lose, eh?”

  Li Rong looked at him coldly, “Do you dare to do it yourself?”**

  Of course Yang Wenchong didn’t dare to. He was in high spirits at this time, raised his hand and knocked on the bar, saying, “Let’s go! I invite everyone to drink and sing. I will pay all  the bills tonight!”

  Li Rong “hum” silently.

  Lu Jinlang asked Wen Jianing, “Do you want to sing?”

  Wen Jianing shook his head. He wanted to go back and have a rest

  But then, before he could refuse, Yang Wenchong had already said to him, “Let’s go baby, don’t spoil the fun.”

  Wen Jianing smiled, “Who is your baby?”

  Yang Wenchong said, “Of course it is you. You are the light, you are the electricity, and you are the only myth. You are my superstar. Going back so early to fvck ah? Let’s walk around and have fun!”

        Wen Jianing was amused and angry at once, and the other party was so shameless that he couldn’t care about it.

  At this time, Li Rong said to Lu Jinlang, “What? Your friend couldn’t even accompany him for a bit?”

  Lu Jinlang looked at Wen Jianing, and said, “It’s up to you.”

       Wen Jianing never liked to spoil others’ fun, so he nodded and said, “Let’s go together.”

  Lu Jinlang replied, “Go back first if you are tired.”

  Then Yang Wenchong called the waiter and asked her to prepare a private room for them since they were going to sing.

       Although Wen Jianing followed, he didn’t have much interest in singing. Li Rong and Lu Jinlang didn’t sing either. They sat on the sofa and talked in low voices. Just a few starlets came one by one. Their purpose was to please Li Rong and the others.

  Compared to Li Rong, Yang Wenchong seemed to be more approachable, and from time to time someone would pull him up and sing together. He was in a good mood today, almost responsive to every request.

  Wen Jianing felt a little tired after listening to a few songs. He leaned his head against Lu Jinlang’s shoulder beside him. He saw Yan Ruowei sitting on the other side of the sofa, drinking a cup of wine after another.

  Lu Jinlang raised his hand to embrace Wen Jianing’s shoulder, making him lean more comfortably.

  Wen Jianing suddenly thought that no matter what Lu Jinlang thought of him and the relationship between them, he didn’t treat him like Yang Wenchong, Li Rong and the others, and he should feel thankful to him. Probably because of this, Yan Ruowei was still reluctant to give up Lu Jinlang.

        Li Rong smiled and asked Lu Jinlang, “Are you serious about this? Does your second brother know?”

  Lu Jinlang also smiled and said nothing.

  Wen Jianing rested quietly on Lu Jinlang’s shoulder and saw Yan Ruowei go up and sit in front of the display screen and clicked a song to sing.

  He looked at Yan Ruowei’s delicate silhouette reflected on his face by the light, and suddenly couldn’t help asking Lu Jinlang, “Is he your former lover?”

  Lu Jinlang calmly replied, “It’s already a thing of the past.”

  Wen Jianing gave a soft “um” and did not continue to ask.

  Yang Wenchong sat over with a glass of wine at this time, he insisted on calling Wen Jianing up to play games with everyone together.

  Wen Jianing knew it was time for drinking, he sat upright and did not refuse Yang Wenchong, but before then asked Lu Jinlang, “If I get drunk, will you take me back?”

        Lu Jinlang chuckled, and asked, “What else? Should I throw you out?”

  Wen Jianing leaned close to his ear and said, “I am afraid of getting drunk, do you know why?”

  Lu Jinlang looked at him.

  Wen Jianing said, “I’m afraid of being discovered that I am not a normal man.”

  Lu Jinlang reached out and grabbed his nose, “Who said you weren’t?”

  Wen Jianing grabbed his hand, “That’s why I am always afraid of getting drunk.”

  Lu Jinlang said softly, “It’s okay, just drink. I promise I won’t be drunk, and I will take you back if you drink too much. I’m the only one in the world that can see, okay?”

  Wen Jianing smiled at him.

  Yang Wenchong urged him, “What are you talking about secretly? Hurry up!”

  Wen Jianing raised his chin and said, “I’m coming!”

  They played games and drank wine that day. Everyone drank a lot at the back. Wen Jianing was drunk and didn’t make any noise. He just stuck to Lu Jinlang and refused to leave.

       When Lu Jinlang wanted to stand up, Wen Jianing quickly reached out and hugged Lu Jinlang’s waist, not letting him go away.

  Li Rong looked at it interestingly, and said to Lu Jinlang, “Where did you find the baby?”

  Lu Jinlang smiled slightly, bent down to hug Wen Jianing, and said, “No more games for us, we’ll go back first.”

        Yang Wenchong raised his hand and waved, “Go back slowly!”

  Yan Ruowei raised his head to look at him, then lowered his head again.

  Lu Jinlang took Wen Jianing out of the room, but Wen Jianing struggled. So he had to put him down again and asked, “What’s the matter?”

  Wen Jianing said, “Don’t want you to carry me like this.” But he was already unsteady.

  Lu Jinlang patiently said, “Then, shall I carry you on my back?”

  He squatted down in front of Wen Jianing, and after a while, he felt Wen Jianing lying on his back.

        Lu Jinlang picked him up on his back and walked forward slowly.

  Wen Jianing called out, “Lu Jinlang.”

  “Hmm?” Lu Jinlang responded softly.

  Wen Jianing did not continue but started humming a song. Lu Jinlang recognized that it was a song from a well-known episode in the movie ‘Duel’ in which he starred.

  Halfway through humming, Wen Jianing stopped suddenly as if he were stuck, and then stopped making a sound.

  Lu Jinlang thought Wen Jianing was asleep and went all the way back to the small place where the two stayed, and put Wen Jianing on the big bed in the room, only to realize that Wen Jianing had his eyes open.

  He reached out his hand and pinched Wen Jianing’s nose.

  Wen Jianing grabbed his hand and brought it to his lips for a kiss.

  Lu Jinlang asked him, “Are you seducing me?”

        Wen Jianing nodded.

  Lu Jinlang smiled and reached out to unbutton his shirt.

  Wen Jianing lay on the bed, raised his leg and started to take off his pants.

  With the help of Lu Jinlang, he stripped his whole body naked, then knelt down on the bed and stretched out his hand towards his lower body.

       He couldn’t see the place when he held it with one hand. He raised his head to look at Lu Jinlang, with a slightly aggrieved expression.

        Lu Jinlang sat down on the edge of the bed with a smile and put his hand around him.

  The next morning, Wen Jianing woke up and felt a headache. It was the aftereffect of drinking wine. He even felt that there was still some alcohol between his breaths.

  After sitting up for a while, Wen Jianing asked Lu Jinlang, who was lying in bed looking at his mobile phone, “Did I do anything strange last night?”

       Lu Jinlang held the phone on his chest and said to him, “It’s nothing, just remember not to get drunk when I am away.”

  Wen Jianing raised his hand and ruffled his messy hair.


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I haven’t logged in in the morning! I found that there are a lot of typos in the front, so I will make some corrections when I have time.


* Wen Jianing was referred to as little fresh meat since he was considered a newbie in the entertainment world
** the conversation between Yang Wenchong and Li Rong about daring one another to do means asking each other if they can be the bottom, kek

 

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