Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Chapter 218 Real World 8

Lin Xihua staggered two steps while holding onto the sofa, patting his chest with one hand, unable to breathe.

"You said I was bothering you? I'm your mother!"

Song Mian hurried over to support her and said carefully to Song Xun, "Xun, Mom is old and in poor health."

"Sorry." Song Xun stood up and took his scarf from the coat rack.

"Stop." Lin Xihua pushed Song Mian away. "If you still recognize me as your mother, break up with that unclear man."

Song Xun walked towards the gate without stopping.

"Okay, okay, Song Xun, from today on, I will sever the mother-son relationship with you, and from now on I will pretend that I don't have a son like you—"

Song Xun opened the door and left. The next moment, the door was closed and the sound of glass breaking was heard from inside.

Without stopping, he walked away.

As winter approaches, people outside shiver as the wind blows through the door.

Song Xun felt the cold air rushing into his mouth and nose, blowing away the last stone in his heart.

As relieved.

He strode into the wind, letting go of himself from years ago.

"Here." Chu Yao waved his hand not far away, "How was the talk?"

Song Xun moved closer to him and was looked up and down. Chu Yao placed his warm palm on his bare neck and tied the scarf for him.

"It's so cold and you don't need to pay attention. You just took out your scarf for display."

"I'm fine, and I'm not cold." Song Xun let him move and stood still obediently, "Let's go home."

"Yes." Chu Yao tied his scarf, held his face with both hands, and kissed him, "But first I want to show you something."

Song Xun raised his eyes, curious: "What is it?"

Unable to hold back, Chu Yao lowered his head and kissed him again, then led him to the parking space outside the community, opened the front passenger door of the convertible sports car, and held out his hand: "Please."

Song Xun looked around and sat in: "Don't reveal any information at all."

Chu Yao closed the car door and got in from the other side: "It would be boring to tell you in advance, how about I take you for a ride."

How is it? Song Xun stared at the convertible with air leaking everywhere, and couldn't help but lower his head and laugh. He felt that Chu Yao must have something wrong with him, driving around in a car with an open roof in the middle of winter.

Chu Yao glanced at him and pressed a button. The roof automatically opened and closed, and the seats were heated.

"You take me for a fool, I can't get you cold."

Song Xun still couldn't help wanting to laugh. Chu Yao snorted and started the car: "Go home."

After that day, Lin Xihua never contacted Song Xun again.

The only persistent one is Song Mian, who has been trying to ease the relationship between the two, although the results are not obvious.

Lin Xihua is a person who cares about face and can never accept the fact that her son is with a man, unless one day Song Xun is willing to bow to her and return to a "normal" life.

Song Xun knew what she was thinking and also realized that Song Mian’s efforts were in vain.

But he is no longer the obedient and sensible son who is willing to be controlled by Lin Xihua.

Song Xun felt that this kind of non-interference relationship was pretty good, and he even felt a sense of... relief.

Song Mian's efforts are destined to be in vain.

*

Time never stops, the seasons change, cold and heat come and go.

The time for moving into the new house came, and Chu Yao's company officially got on track. He became a hands-off boss and most of the work was moved home.

When he was busy with work in the past, he couldn't bear to leave Song Xun. Every morning before going out, he would cling to Song Xun and then go out with a sad face.

Now that there is more time, Song Xun becomes the one who suffers.

Chu Yao is a man with no restraint when it comes to love affairs. It was fine when he was busy with work before, but now that he is idle at home, all those hanging chairs and jacuzzi that he had been pestering to buy have come in handy.

Song Xun was so exhausted that he slept until noon.

Usually Chu Yao was the energetic one, but today he was the last one to wake up. Song Xun got out of bed and opened the curtains.

The midday sun shines in warmly through the glass windows.

Chu Yao frowned, showing signs of waking up.

The warm sunlight added a golden edge to his handsome features. The moment he opened his eyes, his pupils were tinged with amber, revealing a hint of alertness.

"Awake?" Song Xun lay on the bed, "Let's go out to eat or cook?"

Chu Yao stared at him without saying anything.

There was a hint of strangeness in his eyes that puzzled Songxun, but soon, that strangeness faded away, and was replaced by a flash of morbid and almost twisted paranoia.

Song Xun frowned slightly. Normally, Chu Yao would probably be hugging him and fooling around on the bed at this time, instead of having this serious and strange expression.

"what happened to you?"

The man stared at him: "Rao Yushu..."

Song Xun was stunned: "Shang Ji?"

The body was suddenly embraced, and the man's hoarse voice sounded in the ears.

"I thought I was dreaming."

His voice was muffled in his throat, gradually trembling with despair and forbearance: "I thought... I would never see you again."

Song Xun blinked, a little at a loss: "Are you teasing me again?"

Chu Yao could really do this.

Chu Yao and Shang Ji were the same person from beginning to end. Song Xun would not deliberately distinguish them, and was confused about the situation in front of him. So, was he playing with split personality?

Shang Ji hugged the boy tightly, his eyes red: "I know it's you."

Even if the appearance or environment has changed, he will never make a mistake in recognizing the person he loves.

*

It took two hours for Song Xun to slowly figure out the situation and accept that Chu Yao's memory only existed in the Shang Ji stage.

In front of the sink, Shang Ji stared at the strange man in the mirror for half an hour.

Song Xun moved a small stool to sit aside, explained the whole cause and effect, and concluded: "He is you, you are him, you are the same person."

Shang Ji's tightly furrowed brows never relaxed, and he still couldn't imagine the man in the mirror as himself.

"I'm so hungry." Song Xun said quietly while holding his stomach.

I didn’t have dinner yesterday, and today I slept through both breakfast and lunch.

Shang Ji belatedly realized the hunger in his stomach, as well as a kind of lazy satisfaction that came after the pleasure of intense exercise.

"Lower your head."

Shang Ji lowered his head decisively without asking any questions, and then a blue lace apron was put around his neck.

Song Xun tied the belt for him. The apron was given to him when he bought tableware. It was indeed a bit feminine, but Chu Yao didn't want to bother buying it, so he kept it.

Song Xun raised his head and said, "I want to eat twice-cooked pork."

Shang Ji's eyes showed a trace of trouble: "But Yu Shu..."

"Song Xun," he corrected.

"But Songxun, I don't think I can cook this dish."

Song Xun silently took off her apron again.

"Will he do it for you? I can learn now." Shang Ji had a positive attitude.

Song Xun thought of the authentic three meals a day on the island and insisted on taking off his apron: "Let's go out to eat."

They chose to eat at a restaurant they often go to, and the waiters there were already very familiar to them.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Chu, let's go to that seat. I'll take you in."

Shang Ji sat down and looked out the window while waiting for the food to be served. He asked, "Do you and him eat here often?"

Song Xun found it a bit strange: "It's with you."

"But I don't have those memories. That's not me."

Song Xun had a headache and didn't know what to say. The dishes were served one after another. He picked up a shrimp ball for Shang Ji with chopsticks and said, "Try it. Do you like it?"

Shang Ji glanced at the dishes on the table and found that half of them were his favorite flavors. He had no choice during the time he was on the deserted island, and Rao Yushu at that time had no way of knowing his favorite flavors.

That could only mean that this body's food tastes were exactly the same as his.

If one or two dishes happen to be the same, that's okay, but if they are exactly the same, that's not so unusual.

After finishing the meal and just about to leave, Shang Ji's cell phone rang.

The call was from Han Chun, and Song Xun answered it for him.

It was not a company matter. Han Chun and the others asked Chu Yao to go out and play, but Song Xun could only perfunctorily say that Chu Yao was not feeling well.

On the other side, Shang Ji went to the front desk to pay the bill.

"Are you paying today?" the waiter took the card.

Shang Ji paused and asked, "Did he always pay before?"

"Yes." The waiter suddenly looked a little embarrassed and handed the card back: "I'm sorry, Mr. Chu, why don't you ask Mr. Song to come over."

Song Xun happened to come back from a phone call and naturally took out his card to pay the bill.

Ever since Chu Yao started earning money, he gave all his money to him, and he never thought it was troublesome. He would pass the money to him every day when he bought something.

After returning home, Song Xun deliberately sent Shang Ji away and changed the bed sheets in the room.

When he came out again, Shang Ji had already circled the house several times.

It can be seen that the house is decorated with great care, and the location, area and decoration are impeccable.

"Is he good to you?"

Song Xun no longer tried to correct the address. He pulled Shang Ji to sit down and said, "Take a rest."

Shang Ji said: "Can you tell me about your life in this world?"

Song Xun nodded, leaned on his shoulder and told him about his past experiences, interesting, happy, sad, he just said whatever he thought of.

Before I knew it, it had completely darkened.

Song Xun took out pajamas from the closet, "The bathroom is over here, the shampoo and shower gel are up there."

Chu Yao's eyes swept across the bathtub and finally landed on the black satin pajamas in Song Xun's hand. He took it two seconds late.

"Call me if you need anything."

"it is good."

Song Xun closed the door, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom outside to take a shower.

When I came out again, Shang Ji had already finished taking a shower.

Song Xun took two steps inside: "Then? Should I turn off the lights?"

Shang Ji responded, got up from the sofa and walked towards the bed in the middle.

The lights went out and the curtains closed automatically.

The two of them lay down on the bed, leaving half a meter of space between them, and no one spoke.

Song Xun gently turned over and faced away from Shang Ji.

He didn't know why, but the atmosphere felt a little awkward, as if... he was secretly meeting with his old lover.

Song Xun was just thinking about it when he was caught off guard and was pressed down by a solid force.

Their eyes met and their breathing intertwined.

The night light beside the bed lit up, illuminating the two overlapping figures on the bed.

Song Xun's breathing slowed down, and his hands were pressed on the pillow. The next moment, the buttons of his clothes broke open, and Shang Ji's actions were rough.

There were still traces of last night on his body, and they were clearly exposed under the orange night light.

Shang Ji stared at those traces, anger gradually appearing in his eyes.

The past life he had lived was just a predetermined plot in the eyes of others. Those experiences that seemed real to him were just a mission for Song Xun, one of the past events.

No matter how much he explained and described, Shang Ji did not have the memories that Song Xun mentioned. He was not Chu Yao, not anyone, but Shang Ji. The last memory still stayed on that small island, the place where he and Song Xun lived and experienced together, and he could not let it go.

The marks on Song Xun's body that were not created by himself were so glaring and unbearable in his eyes that he just wanted to cover them up completely and leave his own aura again.

Song Xun frowned tightly, trying to break free from Shang Ji with some unbearable feeling.

He was already very tired yesterday, and Shang Ji's reckless actions pushed his already overwhelmed body to the brink of collapse.

The pain and pleasure were too intense, beyond the body's ability to endure.

"I miss you so much." Shang Ji's voice was mixed with turbid gasps, "I want to live and see you alive, but our house is flooded, and there are surging tides everywhere. I can't see the end."

Song Xun's hand, which was on Shang Ji's chest, suddenly fell slowly.

If Chu Yao must be separated out, then among all the scattered souls, Song Xun's feelings towards Shang Ji are different.

Just like because of his words just now, Song Xun felt heartbroken and soft-hearted, as if there were always some debts that could not be made up.

So, in the end, I chose to let it go.

The result of indulging himself was that Song Xun slept until noon the next day, and when he got up from the bed, his body no longer felt like his own.

Shang Ji massaged his waist to atone for his sins, but he remained silent because he felt guilty.

Song Xun gradually recovered, and his stomach began to protest. It was about to go on strike if he didn't get more supplies.

When they went out to eat, Shang Ji caused trouble again.

"There are no new clothes here, and you can't wear mine. Are you going out naked?"

Shang Ji was still wearing the pajamas he wore yesterday, with the buttons on his collar missing: "I don't wear clothes he has worn."

"You were dressed nicely yesterday."

Shang Ji said nothing and refused to listen.

Song Xun compromised: "I'll take you to buy it after dinner, okay?"

Shang Ji thought about it for a while before nodding in agreement.

"Go change your clothes quickly."

It took nearly half an hour before Song Xun finally had his meal and replenished his health.

After dinner, the two went to the mall.

Shang Ji didn't want to drive Chu Yao's flashy car, so he finally took a taxi.

Song Xun really couldn't understand. They were obviously the same person, so why were Shang Ji and his original body so different in personality? Apart from the same tastes, Song Xun couldn't find any similarities between them.

Even the style of choosing clothes tends to be serious and formal.

Song Xun took out his card to pay as usual and did not notice Shang Ji who seemed to be thinking about something beside him.

As I was about to leave, a cheerful voice sounded from outside the store.

"Song Xun." Xiao Hao walked in excitedly with a round-faced boy.

"What a coincidence, I meet you again."

Song Xun glanced at the boy next to him, and then he realized what was going on. He was happy for him: "What a coincidence."