Love Notebook of a Reclusive Beautiful Boy - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Du Yu [was] in Jiang Sheng’s embrace, laughing with a face full of sweetness, his eyes curved into crescent moons.

Jiang Sheng lowered his head to look at Du Yu, his nose tip brushed past his nose tip, lightly rubbing against him twice, smiled gently, the eyes looking at him hidden full of starlight and spring water.

“A-Yu, you must be obedient.”

When [one] likes a person, the thing that is most difficult to hide is the eyes.

Jiang Sheng raised his hand wanting to rub his head; Du Yu thought he was going to tickle him again, his face pressed against Jiang Sheng’s arm, struggling and hiding inward, shouting, “No more tickling, no more tickling.”

Jiang Sheng laughed, “Are you afraid? I am not going to tickle you.”

He said [this] and sat up, afraid that if they stayed like this for too long, Fu Shan and the others would see the clues.

Actually, it was Jiang Sheng’s over-thinking; as long as they didn’t kiss in public, no one would think of that direction. After all, they were two men; no one would think there would be anything tricky between these two men.

Their thoughts were feudal and stubborn, only knowing that the union of two people would only be a man and a woman.

Two men, in their hearts, could all be called an Arabian Night [a fantasy/impossibility].

However, Jiang Sheng was afraid of creating extra trouble, so it was better to be careful about everything, stopping at the limit.

He held Du Yu’s hand, “Next time you are not allowed to lie to me again, did you remember, A-Yu?”

Du Yu obediently nodded quickly.

He couldn’t win against Jiang Sheng; he had already known this point just now.

Du Yu sat up. He had played enough, laughing until the corners of his eyes seemed to have spilled out tears, leaning against the car window. Jiang Sheng had already wound it down to the best width for him; the wind was not big or small, blowing just appropriately.

Fu Shan saw them both sit up; because of them playing like this just now, the atmosphere in the car had become lively.

Mainly because this was the first time Du Yu was this lively and cheerful, and he would play, would grab people, looking just the same as an ordinary person.

He turned his head and chatted with Du Yu, “A-Yu, did you play happily?”

Du Yu’s mood was quite good, leaning against Jiang Sheng’s arm, saying [this], still laughing with curved eyes from the playing a moment ago, slightly smiling, “A-Yu is happy.”

“As long as you are happy.”

Fu Shan saw that Du Yu was truly much more cheerful; in his heart, he really didn’t know how to thank Jiang Sheng.

Thinking of the past, Du Yu would stay in the attic all day, refusing to talk to anyone, hugging a photo frame all day, like a person who had lost their soul. The doctors had run back and forth how many times, but just couldn’t do anything about him.

Now looking at the smile on Du Yu’s face, he felt some emotion; that time and this time, it was simply like two different people.

Fu Shan smiled and turned his face to say to Jiang Sheng, “It has been hard on Mr. Jiang, willing to play with A-Yu like this.”

Jiang Sheng smiled slightly, “It’s nothing, I said, I will make A-Yu get better, so Master Fu, you don’t need to apologize to me anymore.”

Fu Shan smiled and said, “Mr. Jiang is right, it was me being too formal.”

Du Yu tilted his body, his back leaning against Jiang Sheng’s arm. The words Fu Shan and Jiang Sheng said were all for his sake, yet he didn’t really listen much.

His whole brain was full of the image of Jiang Sheng pressing him under his body and kissing him just now, the soft lips, the sweet taste, Jiang Sheng’s eyes, Jiang Sheng’s face.

It seemed they were all carrying light.

His gaze was facing outside the window, lost in thought, and he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, smiling as he said, “A-Yu wants to play more.”

Jiang Sheng thought he was talking about tickling with him; in his heart he wanted to laugh, not knowing what he was thinking, being unable to win against him, and so afraid of being ticklish, yet still wanting to play.

Although he thought this way in his heart, his mouth was still coaxing him, “Good, we will play again later.”

Du Yu didn’t speak, looking out the window, lost in thought. The suitable wind blowing on his face, he felt so comfortable. In the deep blue sky, occasionally a few birds flew by.

His train of thought hadn’t returned yet; his whole brain was full of Jiang Sheng.

Feeling Jiang Sheng was truly the best, best person in this world, willing to play with him, not finding him stupid, teaching him hand-in-hand in everything, patient and careful, and most importantly, also willing to like him.

No one could compare to him anymore.

In his world, suddenly it seemed as if only Jiang Sheng was left.

At this moment, even Du Li was temporarily forgotten.

Since when had Jiang Sheng been able to equal Du Li’s position, able to let him temporarily put down the other half of the world that belonged to Du Li, temporarily put it down.

Although it was only temporary, but it was already powerful enough.

One was ten years, one was only a little over a month.

But how could time be the scale measuring the length of love?

There are billions of people in the world, everyone is rushing through the human tide; some people in this life might not necessarily meet a right person, while some people, just with one glance, sink from then on.

Yes, they all say time is the most powerful force in this world; life, love, can all slowly disappear and vanish under its guidance.

It can be this powerful, can sit at the peak of power.

But who can say that every person will be restrained by it?

Any thing in this world has exceptions.

For example, Du Yu.

He likes a person, this emotion will definitely not fade because of the length of time, instead, it will become more and more intense.

Just like the aged wine buried in the heart, and also like Du Li.

Now there is also Jiang Sheng.

Thinking and thinking, all things around seemed to have no sound, only he himself and the Jiang Sheng beside him.

Jiang Sheng saw him staring out the window in a daze, smiled and was about to turn his face, suddenly caught sight of his hand, so he asked, “Does your hand still hurt?”

Du Yu heard him mention his hand, raised his hand to look; the red mark from the scald was still on it. Although the scorching feeling had faded a little, it was still there. He muttered, “It hurts.”

Jiang Sheng said, “It will be fine when we get home.”

He comforted Du Yu this way. Du Yu’s burn was not serious; it was mainly because at that moment of touching it, Jiang Sheng was quick-eyed and fast-handed to throw it, Du Yu retracted his hand quickly, and [he] went to flush it with cold water immediately. So, besides the fingertips feeling scorching, there wouldn’t be other things.

Go back and let him flush with cold water again to dispel the heat, Jiang Sheng thought in his heart.

Cool wind blowing, Du Yu’s face was blown comfortably.

Looking outside the window, he stretched out his hand, palm spread open, palm facing the window, the wind carrying chill brushing over his palm, finger gaps, fingertips… the scorching feeling seemed to be taken away together with this cool wind.

His gaze was clear, an expression of being at ease.

Resting on Jiang Sheng’s shoulder, stretching his hand toward the window, head slightly lifted.

Sunlight left mottled shadows on his face through the finger gaps. Because the car was driving, the sunlight would pierce his eyes from time to time, and would be blocked by the street trees beside the road from time to time.

Jiang Sheng looked at him, tilted his head and asked in a low voice, “What is A-Yu doing?”

The light passing through the finger gaps fell into Du Yu’s eyes again. He muttered somewhat distractedly, “Looking at A-Sheng.”

Jiang Sheng questioned, “Looking at me?”

Du Yu’s eyes had never looked at him.

“Mm.”

“Where am I?”

Du Yu pointed his finger at the sky, and said in a low voice, “There.”

That light is you.