Chapter 45 - Ship (1/2)

Ship

After the hug was over, Lian Jun urged Shi Jin to take the bear costume off, worrying he would get heatstroke. Shi Jin, however, insisted on it, and took lots of photos with Lian Jun, to make up for those missing in his childhood. Only afterward did he run to the kitchen and take off the costume, washing his face while he was there.

Wearing a whole body costume in this climate was really too much. Shi Jin only had it on for a little while, but his hair and clothes were soaked with sweat. Despite being hot and uncomfortable, when he recalled the happiness on Lian Jun’s face, he thought it was more than worth it.

“Eh, to make your child happy, at least this much is a given.” Shi Jin sighed with satisfaction, feeling that he was a great “father.”

Xiao Si: <Sniff.>

Helpless, Shi Jin coaxed it, “Don’t cry. I know you’re worked up about your Darling’s birthday, but you’ve been crying for so long—be careful not to short-circuit yourself.”

Xiao Si began to hiccup, and its sobbing intensified.

Shi Jin looked to the sky and let out a long sigh. Deciding to let it be, he returned to the outdoor area.

Everyone else was already there. Lian Jun sat in front of the cake, opening presents.

“Why haven’t you cut the cake yet?” Shi Jin asked as he approached, rubbing his sweaty hair with a towel.

Gua Two turned to him and winked evocatively. “Obviously we’re waiting for you, mister confectioner.”

Shi Jin rolled his eyes at him with a smile and looked at Lian Jun. Suddenly, the image of the other man closing his eyes and kissing him flashed through his mind, and he unconsciously paused.

—No good, that picture had too much impact, he was still overwhelmed.

“Shi Jin, come here.” Lian Jun’s voice sounded just in time.

He didn’t know if it was his imagination, but today, Lian Jun’s voice seemed to be extraordinarily smooth and pleasant to listen to.

Shi Jin wiped his ears with a towel and resumed walking. “Why haven’t you cut the cake yet—are you really waiting for me?”

When he came close enough, Lian Jun took his hand and answered, “Of course I’m waiting for you.” Still holding Shi Jin’s hand, he picked up the knife with the other and cut the top layer of the cake.

Excited, Gua Six whipped out a camera and took pictures like crazy. He pushed Gua Two out of the lens, as he was obstructing the view.

Gua Two: “……”

“It actually has layers. How long did it take you to make?” Lian Jun glanced at Shi Jin, squeezing his hand.

Lian Jun’s hand was chilly. It should be comfortable to hold in such hot weather, yet Shi Jin felt his palms sweat. He let go, and to make his action inconspicuous, wiped the sweat on his neck with a towel. “Not long, everyone helped me a lot.”

Lian Jun looked at the soaked shirt sticking to his body and frowned. He reached out and helped him pull it away from the skin, sending Gua Six a glance.

It took Gua Six but a second to understand. He nodded and walked a bit further away, then made a call.

Distracted by his clothes being pulled, Shi Jin didn’t notice their silent exchange. He turned his head to look behind him. Feeling the sea breeze in the gap, cooling his heated skin, he narrowed his eyes with comfort and said thank you to Lian Jun.

Once the cake was cut, everyone gathered to get a piece and began to chat in warm atmosphere.

Five minutes later, Gua Six came up to Shi Jin, holding a clean set of clothes, and said, “Change into it, you’ll be more comfortable.”

Shi Jin blinked in surprise, then felt touched. “You’re so nice, Brother Six.”

“You should say this to Jun-shao, it was he who asked me to bring you fresh clothes. There’s a small bathroom at the back of the kitchen, you can wash there. Your sweat is almost dry, but it must be sticky and uncomfortable,” Gua Six replied, not passing an opportunity to help Lian Jun earn brownie points.

Stunned, Shi Jin turned to look at Lian Jun, who talked with the people surrounding him, a cake plate resting on his knees. His hands gripped the clothes tighter. He thanked Gua Six and went to the kitchen.

“Your Darling is such a nice guy,” Shi Jin couldn’t help exclaiming as he washed.

Xiao Si started hiccupping again, and its wails became louder and louder.

Shi Jin: “……”

Lian Jun, who didn’t like eating sweets, stuffed himself full of cake on his birthday.

Shi Jin, who didn’t play real mahjong for a long time, finally got an occasion to do it and occupied himself with it with zest.

And so, everyone was happy… But unfortunately, some had to pay the price for their happiness—to make up for his missing lessons, Shi Jin had to suffer through evening remedial classes.

They were scheduled from 7:00 to 9:30 after supper, so they ended a bit late. Lian Jun, worried about Shi Jin tiring himself out too much, wanted to cancel the massage sessions until he was done with the remedial classes.

Shi Jin objected to his proposal, feeling that the maintenance of Lian Jun’s legs couldn’t fall behind even a day. He put a great effort into trying to convince Lian Jun, and finally got him to agree. However, taking into consideration the hour, he shortened the time, just massaging Lian Jun’s legs before going to bed.

And so, Shi Jin, who’d suffered a loss but thought he won the prize, said with satisfaction, “Yes, just like that, Jun-shao, you have to be positive and look forward in life.”

Lian Jun, who actually got all the benefits but looked as if he had no choice but to concede: “Mhm.”

Xiao Si: <……> Fine, sometimes Shi Jin’s stupidity is not a bad thing.

That evening, Shi Jin knocked on Lian Jun’s door after finishing the remedial lessons.

Because it wouldn’t be a full massage, the massage table was temporarily abandoned. As it was late and Lian Jun would rest immediately after, he simply got into the bed so he wouldn’t have to move later.

Shi Jin had no objections. Once Lian Jun laid down, he lifted the hem of the nightgown and began to rub his calf.

After kneading, kneading, and kneading, Shi Jin eyed the bed, his arms aching a bit. The width of the bed made changing sides inconvenient, unlike the massage table. If he continued to stand and lean over, it would be harder and harder for him to massage properly.

Lian Jun soon understood his predicament and thoughtfully suggested, “Just come up on the bed. It’s late—the earlier you finish, the earlier you can rest.”

Shi Jin hesitated. “No, but I haven’t washed yet.”

“It’s fine, I don’t mind.” Not only were Lian Jun’s words kind, he even reached a hand to help Shi Jin up.

Shi Jin was touched—sure enough, Lian Jun really was nice. He obediently climbed onto the other side of the bed, sitting on the quilt that was pulled off earlier, and continued the massage.

He never realized the problem he’d just encountered could be solved by Lian Jun turning over or moving to the other side. There was no need for Shi Jin to get on the bed at all.

But he climbed up and now, it was impossible to climb down again.

Lian Jun watched Shi Jin sit on his bed, completely focused on his legs, and his lips curved slightly.

By the end, Lian Jun seemed to have fallen asleep. Shi Jin carefully crawled off the bed. When he straightened and was about to leave, he felt a cold hand grab his own.

He stopped and glanced back.

Lian Jun, who he thought was asleep, opened his eyes, leaning slightly sideways. Seeing Shi Jin look back at him, he gave the teenager a smile—not too obvious, but definitely a smile. “Thank you for your hard work,” he said.

That smile melted Shi Jin’s heart. He felt as if he gained an unexpected but wonderful return for something he’d never needed to be paid back for. He turned back, squeezed Lian Jun’s hand, and stooped down to give him a gentle hug. Then he squatted down and looked at his face, happy: “Your smile is beautiful, you should smile more… Now sleep, goodnight, Jun-shao.”

Lian Jun carefully engraved Shi Jin’s expression into his memory. He closed his eyes and responded in a low voice, “Goodnight, Shi Jin.”

Shi Jin couldn’t help but smile. He stayed next to the bed, staring at Lian Jun’s sleeping face for until the numbness in his legs woke him up. He blinked, wondering in passing why he suddenly wanted to watch Lian Jun sleep. His mood was still strangely warmand buoyant. He helped Lian Jun pull up the quilt, got up, and quietly stepped out of the room, not forgetting to turn off the lights before leaving.

Click.

Once the door closed, Lian Jun opened his eyes in the dark room. He pulled off the quilt Shi Jin tucked in and took a look at the hand he’d held, sighing softly. Silly boy, when on earth will he understand?

Is it because he’s too young?

He thought that must be it, put down his hand, and this time really fell asleep.

Time continued to pass. On the last day of Shi Jin’s remedial classes, the official notice came—the date and place of the conference had been decided upon. According to the calculations, if they wanted to arrive at the coordinates sent by the officials on time, they had to leave at least three days in advance.

It was already the end of March, and the conference was scheduled for mid-April. Lian Jun, as the suppressing force of the government, had to be there before the leaders of other organizations, so the departure time was pushed forward another two days.

As such, they had less than ten days to get ready.

The pleasant holiday ended without warning. Everyone snapped back into the right state of mind and bustled about, preparing for the voyage.