Love Notebook of a Reclusive Beautiful Boy - Chapter 33

Chapter 33

Jiang Sheng was stunned for a moment, and turned his face away as if inadvertently, “Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Hey, you don’t even dare to look at me, are you feeling guilty?” Song Jiahao put his hand on his shoulder, “I was wondering why you were hesitating to speak earlier; you definitely have something on your mind. Tell me honestly, are you in love?”

Who knew Song Jiahao’s nose was as sharp as a dog’s? Jiang Sheng didn’t want to know how he figured it out, but he was truly afraid that Song Jiahao might see something.

He didn’t continue talking to him, but looked down and asked Du Yu, “Are you hungry?”

Du Yu hadn’t eaten anything since Jiang Sheng left, and he was indeed hungry now, so he nodded at Jiang Sheng.

“Let’s go, let’s go in and eat.”

Jiang Sheng took Du Yu into the restaurant, and Song Jiahao followed inside.

Du Yu was clinging to him; as soon as he went in, he sat next to him and grabbed his arm, as if he were afraid Jiang Sheng would run away.

Actually, it was very normal; Du Yu had often been like this before, but now Jiang Sheng couldn’t help but think too much.

However, he pretended to be natural, only slightly stiffened, and called the boss to add an extra set of bowls and chopsticks.

Jiang Sheng picked up some food and handed it to Du Yu, “Eat, be careful, it’s hot.”

Du Yu happily took it; when he was with Jiang Sheng, he was always happy.

Song Jiahao glanced at them and laughed, teasing him, “Is it a bodyguard job you’re doing?”

Jiang Sheng raised his eyes, “Hmm?”

“Why do I feel like you’re like a nanny.”

Song Jiahao didn’t know about Du Yu’s condition and thought he was like a normal person.

“Eat your food.”

Jiang Sheng couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to him.

Seeing him not speaking, Song Jiahao went to talk to Du Yu again, “Hey, Young Master Du, I have something to say, don’t get angry, okay? Do you still need someone to serve you when you eat? This is my first time seeing Brother Jiang like this.”

After finishing, he was afraid Du Yu would be angry, so he hurriedly added, “I’m just chatting casually, please don’t take it to heart.”

It’s just a pity that for such a long sentence, Du Yu didn’t understand it at all. All that registered in his ears were the words “Jiang Sheng.”

He raised his head slightly to look at Jiang Sheng, and Jiang Sheng smiled at him, “Don’t pay attention to him, you eat your food.”

Song Jiahao was a policeman after all. Although he was a bit careless normally, he hadn’t noticed it the first or second time, but after several times, it made him see there was a problem.

“Hey, Brother Jiang.” He signaled with his eyes, meaning: What’s going on? How come I see this young master of the Du family as a bit abnormal?

Involving the Du family’s privacy, Jiang Sheng had promised Du Yanyu that he would not mention this matter to anyone. Since he had promised, even toward Song Jiahao, he didn’t say much.

“You’re overthinking.” Jiang Sheng picked up a piece of meat and put it into his bowl, “Hurry and eat.”

Song Jiahao had an expression of “I have already seen through everything.” He looked at Jiang Sheng, hooked his lips into a smile, and whispered, “Young Master Du, Young Master Du?”

Du Yu didn’t respond. He continued to tease Du Yu, reaching out—actually just wanting to wave in front of him twice—but was blocked by Jiang Sheng’s hand.

“That’s enough, Jiahao.”

His voice was low, and no joy or anger could be heard.

Song Jiahao smiled and withdrew his hand, “Look at you, protecting him so tightly, what could I possibly do to him?”

Jiang Sheng said, “He is eating.”

Song Jiahao said deliberately, “I know, I’m just talking to him. You wouldn’t even control me talking to him, right?”

Jiang Sheng said nothing, looking at Song Jiahao.

Song Jiahao gave up, “Fine, fine, fine, I won’t talk. Eating, eating is fine, right?”

Anyway, he saw the clues; Jiang Sheng was abnormal, and this Du Yu was also abnormal.

However, seeing Jiang Sheng protecting him like this, he didn’t dare to say more; he smiled and lowered his head to eat.

Song Jiahao found this meal particularly boring. Jiang Sheng was either picking up food for Du Yu or lowering his head to ask him, “What do you want to eat? Are you full?”

He hadn’t paid any attention to Song Jiahao the whole time, making Song Jiahao sigh in his heart: this man is more realistic than him; the speed of crossing the river and breaking the bridge was surprising even to him.

But in the end, it was Jiang Sheng who paid the bill.

Before leaving, Song Jiahao said, “Call me next time, and remember not to call others.”

Jiang Sheng understood very well who he was referring to.

Jiang Sheng and Du Yu stood at the restaurant entrance. He glanced at the time, not expecting that after eating for a while with Song Jiahao, it was already afternoon. He lowered his head and said to Du Yu, “A-Yu, I’ll send you back in a moment.”

Du Yu looked at him and said stubbornly, “A-Sheng go back…”

He absolutely wanted to go back with Jiang Sheng; otherwise, he wouldn’t be willing to go back by himself.

Jiang Sheng knew he was being stubborn again; ever since he saw him, he had been wanting him to go back.

Now, if he persuaded Du Yu to stay at the Du family, and Jiang Sheng didn’t go back, it was likely he would again wait for him to return without eating or drinking.

And this scene, Jiang Sheng was unwilling to see.

Looking at Du Yu grabbing his arm, relying on him tightly, his peaceful brows and eyes were filled with innocence.

What exactly did he consider himself to be?

A brother? A bodyguard? Or…

Jiang Sheng couldn’t help but ask himself internally.

Since Du Yu refused to go back, Jiang Sheng naturally wouldn’t force him, so he took him back to the Jiang residence.

Jiang Jianguo hadn’t returned yet, and the house was a bit messy. Usually, only Jiang Jianguo was at home; he was tired from work, and sometimes he didn’t have time to tidy up.

After Jiang Sheng finished tidying up, the two didn’t know what to do.

Fortunately, before long, Jiang Jianguo returned. As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned to see Jiang Sheng, “Why did you come back? You didn’t even…”

His gaze scanned to Du Yu, “This is…”

“It’s the young master of the Du family,” Jiang Sheng replied.

Jiang Jianguo hurriedly went inside and greeted Du Yu, “This… it’s just me living at home normally, and it’s a bit messy. I hope the young master doesn’t mind. A-Sheng, hurry and pour some water for the young master.”

Du Yu sat by the table without saying much.

Jiang Jianguo handed a glass of water over, smiling, “A-Sheng is really something, the young master came and you didn’t even tell me. I’m a poor host, a poor host.”

“Dad, you, you don’t have to be like this. A-Yu won’t mind these things.”

Jiang Jianguo looked up, “A-Yu? You address the young master like this?”

“Yes.”

Hearing Jiang Sheng address Du Yu so closely, and seeing Du Yu’s appearance as quite ordinary, Jiang Jianguo guessed that Jiang Sheng’s relationship with him was not bad, so he wasn’t as constrained as before.

Seeing that Jiang Sheng was doing well, he was also happy, “That’s the Du family valuing you; you must never let Mr. Du down in the future.”

“I know.”

Jiang Jianguo looked at the clock on the wall, “Oh, it’s almost five o’clock. Young Master, you sit for a moment; I’ll go stir-fry some dishes. We’ll eat while we talk; we can’t let you go hungry.”

After finishing, he called Jiang Sheng, “A-Sheng, come over and help me out.”

Jiang Sheng followed him over, and as soon as he entered the kitchen, he was cross-examined by Jiang Jianguo.

“How did this young master of the Du family come to our house? When did you arrive?”

Jiang Sheng dodged the heavy and skipped the light, replying, “It’s been a while.”

“You brought him to our house; does Mr. Du know?”

“Not yet; I’ll tell him later.”

“Hmm, tell Mr. Du; don’t make him unhappy.”

“I understand.”

Having said this, Jiang Sheng helped Jiang Jianguo prepare the meal. Du Yu stayed in the living room by himself. Not seeing Jiang Sheng, he couldn’t sit still, so he had to follow into the kitchen.

Seeing him enter, Jiang Jianguo was frightened, hurriedly saying, “Why did the young master come in? It’s dirty in here. Hurry and go out; the meal will be ready soon.”

Du Yu said softly, “A-Sheng…”

“A-Sheng?” Jiang Jianguo looked at Jiang Sheng, who was stir-frying, “A-Sheng, you hurry out. The young master is looking for you; don’t be delayed. I’ll stir-fry the vegetables.”

Seeing Du Yu standing at the door looking at him, and knowing he was waiting for him, Jiang Sheng had to put down the spatula and take Du Yu out.

He took him into the room, “Next time you don’t see me, just sit obediently and don’t run around.”

Jiang Sheng said this to Du Yu while changing his clothes.

On this point, he felt he still needed to make it clear.

After all, it was easy for him to find Du Yu, but it was difficult for Du Yu to find him.

Du Yu understood, but he rarely contradicted Jiang Sheng, his clear voice saying, “Don’t want.”

“Don’t want?” Jiang Sheng sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. His voice was light, and the tone didn’t sound like he was reprimanding him; it sounded a bit like a joke between lovers, “Is A-Yu not being obedient?”

Even Jiang Sheng himself didn’t realize that he was accustomed to coaxing Du Yu; his tone was always coaxing unconsciously, thinking that this time was also just coaxing him.

Du Yu raised his hand, extended a finger, and gently touched Jiang Sheng’s brow, touching step by step from the brow to the tail of the eyebrow. He probably found this fun, the corners of his mouth smiling slightly, constantly portraying Jiang Sheng’s brow.

He even forgot to respond to what Jiang Sheng had just said to him.

Jiang Sheng was stunned by his touch.

His smile was truly difficult for anyone to withdraw their gaze from.

How could there be such a simple person in this world?

Happiness is simple, sadness is simple, and anger is also simple; perhaps loving someone is also very simple.

Who will he fall in love with in the future?

It’s hard to imagine.

Jiang Sheng watched him playing happily. He was willing to see him this happy and didn’t stop his hand, just letting him be.

His fingers moved slowly between his brows. Du Yu’s movements were very light, his eyebrows flickering against his fingertips little by little, itching, as if he were trying to stir up his heart.

He looked at Jiang Sheng and laughed again, laughing cutely, the dimples hanging at the corners of his mouth, not fading for a long time.

Du Yu didn’t know why he wanted to laugh, he only felt happy and joyous seeing Jiang Sheng and touching his brows.

It had long been said that some seeds, from the moment they fell, were destined to grow up, despite being unaware and silent.

Jiang Sheng suddenly remembered the photo he asked Song Jiahao to bring, so he took it out and gave it to Du Yu, “Hmm.”

Du Yu took it and looked down. He was holding the photo with both hands; unexpectedly, as his hands touched it, he accidentally pulled out another photo.

It was Song Jiahao’s trick; he had attached another photo on the back. It was Jiang Sheng taken at the entrance of the police academy when he had just joined the police force. He looked very sunny; compared to now, there was more youthful vitality in his brow.

Actually, it was discovered by a cleaner when tidying up the cabinets in Song Jiahao’s office—that had originally been Jiang Sheng’s locker.

Song Jiahao had always wanted to find an opportunity to give it to him, but he didn’t expect to pull such a non-serious stunt.

Du Yu clearly liked the second photo. He looked down, laughed twice, raised his head, and gave a sweet, gentle smile, “Good-looking…”

He paused, staring at Jiang Sheng, looking at him without blinking, “Like.”

“Like”—this word was taught to him by Jiang Sheng.

His eyes were the last light embellished by the stars. When liking someone, eyes are always shining, and those unspoken words all ran out from the corners of his eyes.

Actually, they had run out a long time ago, but at that time no one knew, no one had discovered it.

No one would have thought that he would like someone.

Perhaps for things like feelings, everyone is born with them—knowing how to love, knowing how to like—and it has nothing to do with whether the person is stupid or smart.

A genius will fall in love with someone, a madman will too. On this matter, everyone is equal.

When the buds of emotion began to sprout, no one knew.

It just fell as a seed in the heart inadvertently, then slowly sprouted, and finally became a towering tree.

Every sway of the breeze, the rustle of the leaves, would be a heartbeat.

Jiang Sheng looked into his eyes; it seemed that the monk and the wooden fish began to knock in his heart again, “Dong,” “dong,” “dong,” “dong”…

The sound was so loud it seemed to be right by his ear.

What did he mean by “like”? Liking the photo, or liking the person in the photo?

Does he understand what “like” is?

Actually, Jiang Sheng had known it for a long time. He knew why he had been so weird for the past few days—from the moment he saw his lips to that final dream.

Jiang Sheng wasn’t stupid; he had understood for a long time what those indulgent fragments meant. He was just deliberately not thinking about them, as if by avoiding them this way, these thoughts could dissipate, and the feelings for Du Yu could also dissipate.

However, things like feelings cannot be escaped, just like the seven o’clock news broadcast; even if you change channels, it’s still the news broadcast.

If today it were casually changed to someone else, Jiang Sheng wouldn’t be as tangled as he was now.

But, it was Du Yu. He clearly understood that who he had fallen for was him.

He clearly thought that he was just treating Du Yu as a child, but unknowingly, he had long ago treated him as a man.

And the one he had fallen for was a man.

Jiang Sheng truly had a headache.

He tried desperately to suppress himself, to restrain his thoughts; although these were difficult, Jiang Sheng could do it.

But he came, and seeing him, those well-made shield walls were again shattered in an instant.

“A-Yu…” Jiang Sheng reached out and touched his other cheek, “Who do you like?”

This question was his gamble, his expectation.

As long as Du Yu said it wasn’t him, Jiang Sheng would absolutely clear those thoughts from his mind, but if he said it was…

Jiang Sheng looked down at him, with unprecedented seriousness, unwilling to let go of the slightest bit of his expression.

Du Yu’s eyelashes trembled. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Sheng, then lowered his head again, feeling a bit embarrassed, and his face suddenly flushed red.

With his head lowered, the corners of his mouth carried a smile, and his gaze held a trace of timidity.

He was honest, yet timid.

Liking someone makes one easily timid, and he was innocent, fearful that Jiang Sheng might not like him.

Jiang Sheng seemed to understand, but before he had time to think deeply, Du Yu suddenly burrowed into his arms, his face against his neck.

He was too obedient, just hugging Jiang Sheng, sticking to Jiang Sheng.

There was a smile at the corner of his mouth—a satisfied smile after breaking through his shyness, like an obedient cat, his soft body as if trying to sink into Jiang Sheng’s body, to become one with him.

Jiang Sheng was pushed down on the bed by him. He lay in Jiang Sheng’s arms, the fullness in his arms, and the expression on Du Yu’s face…

There was no need to ask, Jiang Sheng thought, the answer was already so obvious. He wasn’t stupid, how could he not understand what a person looks like when they like someone.

For the first time, he was so relaxed; he didn’t want to worry about the complicated emotions in his heart anymore.

He just wanted to quietly enjoy this moment of beauty.

His neck was pressed tightly against Du Yu’s ear, and he reached out to circle Du Yu’s back. He was so obedient, hiding in his arms obediently.

Only then did Du Yu smile slightly, the satisfaction in his voice very heavy, “Like A-Sheng.”

After finishing, he burrowed into his neck again.

Does he know what “like” is?

He couldn’t give a satisfying answer; he only knew he wanted to be with Jiang Sheng forever, and always see him.

This feeling was different from liking flowers or liking snow—those were all things Du Li liked, and he liked them because Du Li liked them.

But only Jiang Sheng, it wasn’t because someone else liked him; it was that he liked him himself.

Jiang Sheng’s hand circling him tightened a bit more. He pressed his face against him, closed his eyes, and muttered to himself, “I already walked away, why did you still have to follow me?”

This statement was probably a compromise.

He wasn’t actually compromising with himself; he was compromising with Du Yu.

He just couldn’t bear to say a “no” to Du Yu.

If it were just him liking Du Yu, he swore he would absolutely, quietly clear away his thoughts about Du Yu, not letting anyone discover that he liked Du Yu.

But Du Yu liked him too, so he couldn’t do that.

How could he have the heart to make Du Yu sad?

Even if it meant thorns piercing his back and bones, he wouldn’t let him be sad.

How could he have the heart to make him sad?