Fujia Yichan 3

After getting off work, the two of them were called into the office for scolding, each being deducted 500 yuan. Their whole week’s work down the toilet.

Wen Xiaohui walked out of the studio, feeling his entire body devoid of energy, his every step like molten lead being poured, today is like his own Good Friday, suffering from the moment he opened his eyes till the present. Although he wanted to save money, he couldn’t help hailing a taxi.

Staggering back home, he lifted his nose and smelled the fragrance of cooked food floating in from the house. This ordinary, simple taste that would not attract his attention on any normal occasion, but at which this time particularly moved him. Because from this morning till now, his head had been completely filled with thoughts of that poor child whose father had died and whose mother had abandoned them: Luo Yaya, who had left home to work at age 18, whose life had ended so young. This kind of ordinary home life bliss was something she had deeply desired but could never attain.

He pushed open the door, and Feng Yuehua’s voice came yelling from the kitchen: “Rascal, take your shoes off when you come into the house!”

“I know.”

Wen Xiaohui changed into slippers and walked into the kitchen.

Feng Yuehua turned her head to look at him, her expression obviously a bit worried when she saw that he was not in the best spirits. Her eyebrows perked up: “What’s the matter with you? Are you sick?”

“No, it’s just the after effects of drinking alcohol.”

“You have the nerve to openly say this?”

Wen Xiaohui scratched his scalp: “My friend was having a birthday party.”

Feng Yuehua turned to look at him: “Crying nonstop since this morning, if I didn’t know better I’d have thought you were raped or something.”

Wen Xiaohui didn’t know whether to laugh or cry: “Mom, do you have to be so forthright.”

Feng Yuehua snorted: “Then is it the pain of jilted love?”

“That’s not it.” Wen Xiaohui walked over and hugged Feng Yuehua’s waist, and said coquettishly: “I haven’t yet found a 180cm six packed macho fellow yet, where could this jilted love pain come from?”

Feng Yuehua rolled her eyes at him: “Shameless.” But her expression overtly relaxed after this statement.

Since young, him and his mother had always had an ‘anything is okay for talking about’ relationship.  His mother had always been more modern than her peers. Be it miniskirts, bell bottom pants, permed hair, eyebrow tattoos -anything that was fresh and new, she’d be a part of the first wave to try them. She was already forty plus in age but she still dared to dress and festoon; she maintained her figure pretty well too. So he had never felt the need to keep his interest in men from his mother, who had indeed accepted it calmly.

He put his face on his mother’s shoulder, feeling his emotions calm down a bit, tomorrow… can he really calmly face his nephew of which he’s never met before?

After leaving work the next day, Wen Xiaohui rushed to the address sent to him by Lawyer Cao.

He made a turn when he got out of the subway. He’d grown up in Beijing but he had never been to this section of it before.

After asking someone for directions, he headed south.

After walking for almost ten minutes, he still didn’t see the big building that passerby spoke about. He felt a little irritable and anxious because he was lost and late for the person he was about to meet.

From behind him came the sound of a bicycle, he turned his head around, intending to ask whoever it was for directions. When he looked back, he saw that the bicycle was right behind him. Four eyes met. Wen Xiaohui didn’t have time to see what the other party looked like, only remembering the look of shock in those pair of black and shiny eyes as both of them got taken by surprise. The bike jumped, his center of gravity was knocked off balance and Wen Xiaohui plummeted to the ground.

The bicycle’s emergency brake made the sound of an ear-piercing screech.

Wen Xiaohui lied on his stomach on the ground, for a moment filled with a sense of helplessness, though he didn’t feel any pain, he only felt that everything has not gone smoothly for him since yesterday to now, making him feel utterly exhausted.

“Sorry, are you okay,” a clear voice came from above his head, as soon as he heard it, Wen Xiaohui’s heart trembled. It was an adolescent tone, somewhere between pre and post puberty. The voice had an ethereal vibe to it, like sunlight penetrating through air and sprinkling down onto the earth. It was pleasant to the point of numbing the person hearing it.

Wen Xiaohui couldn’t help looking up. First, he saw a pair of very clean white sneakers, then blue uniform sweat pants that were wrapped around a pair of long legs that were almost invisible to the eye, then it was the shirt tail of a snow-white dress shirt with simple shiny buttons done up, half rolled up shirt sleeves and finally it was a continuous collarbone and a protruding Adam’s apple. The white headphone cords which hung around the youthful boy’s neck dangled in front of his eyes, like a hypnotic clock, giving him a temporary out of body sensation. Wen Xiaohui felt his body getting a little hot and was too nervous to look up. Although he was already working, it had only been less than a year since he’d stopped wearing his school uniform; just this boy’s voice and physique was sending his thoughts into uncontainable disarray.

“Are you okay, did you hurt yourself in the falll?” The boy squatted down.

Wen Xiaohui raised his head and saw a pair of deep and beautiful eyes; he felt both a little disappointed and a little happy. What was disappointing was that this boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, too young to date; what made him happy was that this boy’s physique and handsome face were utterly flawless: exquisitely smooth skin, jet-black thick hair, with eyelashes that looked like fans from the bottom up and particularly red lips. His entire person radiated the breath of youth and sunshine. Attractive to the point of being blinding.

Wen Xiaohui felt his heart pounding. Although he had always preferred mature bara hunks and was usually not interested in such green boys, this child was simply too good-looking -leading one’s imagination to inevitably run wild. Absentmindedly, he kept feeling like this young man was a bit familiar looking, yet in the moment, simply could not think of where he’d seen this boy before.

The youth’s eyes kept wandering across Wen Xiaohui’s face, his eyes are particularly bright.

Wen Xiaohui’s face grew hot from his gaze.

The boy helped him stand up.

After Wen Xiaohui stood upright, he found that the child was actually taller than him. Although he could not be considered as very tall, he was still average. This next generation was far too well nourished!

The boy apologetically said, “I’m sorry, I was listening to a song and got a bit distracted. Are you hurt anywhere?”

“It’s just a scratch, it’s okay.” Wen Xiaohui dusted off his pants for good measure.

“You really are okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?”

“No need, no need,” Wen Xiaohui waved his hand dismissively.

The boy looked at him steadily, as if not planning to leave.

Wen Xiaohui finally remembered what he was supposed to be doing. He took out his cell phone and showed the youth the text message: “Hey, do you know this place? I can’t find it.”

The boy glanced at the text message, his adam’s apple trembled a bit before he took a deep look at Wen Xiaohui: “It’s on the way for me, I’ll take you there.”

“Really, thank you.”

The boy patted the back seat of his bike: “Come on.”

Wen Xiaohui mounted onto the back seat and looked at the waistline looming vaguely under the white shirt of the young man. Immediately he thought: only a fool would not take advantage of this opportunity and so without formality he threw his arms around the youth’s waist, hugging him tight.

The boy’s body seemed to stiffen a bit before he quickly started riding the bike again.

Wen Xiaohui wanted to say something, but then he thought that hooking up with an underage boy was not such a good idea. After all, his preference was still mature machos. Not to mention the fact that he was hardly in the mood for dating right now, so in the end, he simply gave up on the idea of dating this youth.

The boy also did not speak and continued to ride his bike quietly.

A cool spring breeze blew across their faces, Wen Xiaohui closed his eyes comfortably, the faint scent of aftershave floated in the air before him, refreshing and permeating, making one’s heart relaxed and stress free. The boy’s white shirt also blew up from the wind. If one were to look at Wen Xiaohui’s cheeks, one would see the clear and fresh look of glowing satisfaction.

Many years later, this scene was still deeply engraved into Wen Xiaohui’s mind. He would still be able to smell that scent of aftershave mixed with sunlight inside that beautiful April warmth; warm, pure and completely enchanting.

Soon, the boy parked his bike in front of a small winery. The store front of the winery was not big but the pure European-style decoration was aesthetically tasteful and the fixings exquisitely crafted. The sweet aroma of red wine completely assaulted one’s senses.

Wen Xiaohui said, “Yes, this is it, thank you.”

“Go in.” The boy said.

“Well, bye handsome boy,” Wen Xiaohui took a deep breath and walked in with heavy revolving thoughts.

A man in his thirties walked out of the winery. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes. He was tall, wore compact gold-wired glasses. He appeared majestic and stately, a member of the elite class: “Mr Wen? Hello.”

“Hello, it’s Lawyer Cao, right?”

“Yes. It just so happens that you both came here at the same time.” Cao Hai looked behind Wen Xiaohui.

“Both?” Wen Xiaohui was stunned, turned his head, and found that that young man had also quietly followed in without a word.

A firework seemed to go off inside his head, striking him to the point that no thoughts at all circled through his mind temporarily. He suddenly remembered why this young man looked familiar, because he looked like Luo Yaya.

This young man stood straight behind him with his hands in his pockets, a faint smile on his delicate and youthful face. He said with that clear spring-like voice: “Hello, uncle.”

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