Chapter 5 (1/2)

Translator: Jane

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Chapter 5

Despite his sorrow people around He Zhishu still made him feel that there is more to life than his misery. Maybe this is what love is. Sometimes it breaks you, but sometimes it heals you.

Even when he was like people like him. He Zhishu had good character, good grades and good looks. Girls would notice his warm and clear eyes. Later, he did not go to college and went to live with Jiang Wenxu, both working hard to survive. Rich women, wealthy businessmen and rich heirs liked him, but He Zhishu chose Jiang Wenxu. Jiang Wenxu made him feel complete. Often in social gatherings, he would drink the wine on the table, only to spit it after. At that time Jiang Wenxu was under great pressure, and this manifested in his s.e.xual behavior. Later, Jiang Wenxu decided that their relation should no longer be public.

He Zhishu got out of bed and smoke in the sofa. When he was younger he could tolerate more wine and second-hand smoke from Jiang Wenxu. He really loved him and this he showed with all of his heart and strength.

It's been fourteen years now. He no longer has the strength to love Jiang Wenxu like before. He has grown immune to disappointment and his heart was growing colder and colder by the day. He didn't want to live his life filled with resentment. At first, because of love, he endured and accepted Jiang Wenxu's misgivings. But now he has changed. Whether he got used to it or he really didn't care anymore he cannot tell. He slept in the sofa and woke up in the morning with a fever. He boiled water for the medicine.

“How did you get up so early. I opened my eyes and found no one around.” said Jiang Wenxu.

His hair was a little messy but it made him look younger. When he complains it shows how he was a spoiled boy when he was young.

“I'm used to getting up early.” replied He Zhishu. “I didn't cook. You can eat outside later.”

He Zhishu poured hot water in a cup of cool water. He mixed the medicine and drank the entire thing.

Jiang Wenxu was a bit annoyed, but when he saw what He Zhishu had drank he got worried.

“Are you sick?” he asked.

“The temperature has dropped and I caught a cold.” He Zhishu smiled. “I am fine. Are you going back to work today?”

Jiang Wenxu was curious. There was sarcasm in He Zhishu's tone and he knew that something was up. He wondered, perhaps it was because he was guilty, that it was his conscience that made him uneasy.

“No. I'm staying home with you.” he said.

He Zhishu showed no surprise and proceeded to heat the pot. “The I shall cook something for. How about tomato noodles?”

“Okay.” answered Jiang Wenxu feeling relieved.

He moved to the sofa and sat waiting for the food. The smoke made He Zhishu felt more sick and he wondered if Jiang Wenxu was born to torture him.

As he poured the noodles on the soup Jiang Wenxu spoke, “You're raising flowers? I thought you didn't like flowers?”

“My friend sent it to me. I kept it to entertain me.” He Zhishu explained.