CH 115

Bai Yang looked quite dumb, but his heart was clearer than anyone else. In front of him, Wen Chuo was like a child who hadn’t grown up, hiding none of his negative emotions. He let Wen Chuo do as he wished to him, bringing on a rarely seen side of him, a moment of indulgence and pampering that no one else has ever seen. The two of them unknowingly rolled together on the floor, merging together, and no matter what, would not separate.

Wen Chuo pulled away from the other’s teeth slowly while Bai Yang was still a bit dazed. A faint red color was at the end of his tear ducts, and his pair of eyes were layered with a glassy watery color. As he lied there underneath his body, he was soundlessly hooking hearts away.

“Bai Yang……”

Wen Chuo’s gaze softened before picking Bai Yang back up into his embrace. Whatever he caught sight of then, it made him lower his head to look at his hand. There was a slight momentary pause, but Bai Yang did not sense it at all as he was still zoned out, leaning against Wen Chuo’s shoulders. There were a few dirt marks on his cheeks, and their messy greyness was so sharp in contrast to his paleness.

At that moment, someone felt a guilty stab in their heart.

Wen Chuo walked into the washroom to wash his hands and then grabbed a dry towel to wipe Bai Yang’s face. His actions were a bit awkward and rusty, but he only stopped when he saw that Bai Yang’s face was cleaned up. He didn’t dare to hug him again.

As if he understood what he was doing, Bai Yang lowered his head to look at his own white t-shirt. The top was naturally already messy, and he patted it a few times with force, but the dirtied spots wouldn’t come off. He climbed back up from the ground, with his eyebrows scrunched up in unhappiness, and went to the bedroom to change his clothes.

Wen Chuo: “……”

He stood in the doorway, too embarrassed to look over even if there very likely wasn’t anything good to look at. With great familiarity, he pulled out some rubbing alcohol and a cotton swab from the drawer before putting them lightly onto the desk.

“Bai Yang, remember to sanitize your wound after you change your clothes. I’m going home to shower.”

There was no movement from the room and Wen Chuo scratched his head before slowly closing the bedroom door.

He didn’t go back home. Instead, he went back to the construction site and apologized to the head construction manager for leaving in the middle of work this afternoon before continuing to work. He planned to finish up these last couple of days as earnings were still earnings. If he worked a bit more, perhaps about a little under half a month, he could earn about five or six thousand.

Wen Chuo didn’t know how many bottles Bai Yang needed to pick up to earn enough money to buy the computer. Right now, he only wanted to earn as much money as possible and then quickly return it back. It seemed as if a strong invisible force was pulling at his agitated heart, and it finally felt like it was settling down.

The work was hard, causing a feeling of a tiredness he had never felt before. But being tired was good. It would always be remembered in his heart, always make him remember how hard it was for Bai Yang to earn money.

Wen Chuo didn’t go back home late at night as he did before. When it was almost time, he hung around Di Ting Arcade to let Bai Yang think he was fooling around with his hooligan friends and prevent him from going to the construction site to find him again.

When he had free time in the afternoon, he would chew on a steamed bun as he learned how to edit short videos on his cellphone. He planned to, once he practiced and levelled up his skill level, create an account on a streaming platform, being a gaming streamer or uploading short gaming guides. If that didn’t work out, he’ll help others edit videos which could at least earn some money. After all, these duties don’t take a toll on his body, and he would have some aim in life, some thought about the future in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, half a month had already passed and the construction project was almost at its end. At first Wen Chuo had just been moving cement, but at the end, he was following along with the senior technical workers to make the walls. Because of that, his final payout had about an additional 2000, which counting it all from the beginning, he received in total about 6000 yuan where each bill earned had been seeped through with blood and sweat.

Following the time slowly passing by, the weather in the air was slowly cooling down, and the cicada’s calls in the midst of the summer were gone. The chef for the restaurant had already returned and Liu Meng Meng was behind the counter, taking charge of the cash register. Noon was the restaurant’s peak hours, and only in the afternoon did it start to calm down.