Chapter 34: Good Morning Kiss

By the time we came down from the tomb sweeping, it was already half past six in the evening.

The morning snow had turned into a heavy snowfall, so it was impossible to get up and go back to YunJing for a while.

When it was time to eat, Sheng Mingzhi's belly was already empty.

Most of the restaurants in the area are closed for the New Year, leaving only one breakfast restaurant open.

Sheng Mingzhi still has an impression of this breakfast place.

The shop was opened here when he was in primary school, and he never imagined that it would still be open more than ten years later.

The breakfast room is small, and with two large men coming in, it is even more crowded.

At this hour, there is not much in the shop, just a boss and a girl who looks like she has just started junior high school.

Sheng Mingzhi ordered two small wontons, and a bowl of mixed noodles.

Before he ate, he gloated that Lu Jiayan had probably never eaten in such a small restaurant in his life.

Lu Jiayan consciously took the noodles and mixed them for Sheng Mingzhi before putting them back.

Sheng Mingzhi had just picked two sticks to eat when he noticed eyes lingering on him in the shop.

He looked up and saw that the person looking at him was the owner of the shop.

Noticing him, the young owner smiled and spoke tentatively, "Are you Song Yushu?"

Song Yushu.

No one has called him by that name for too many years.

Hearing it suddenly, Sheng Mingzhi still has a hint of inauthenticity.

The young boss said, "I just looked oddly familiar and I might have mistaken him for someone else."

In this way, Sheng Mingzhi looks a bit familiar to the owner.

He remembered that the breakfast shop used to be owned by an old man who was much older than him.

Sheng Mingzhi nodded, "No mistake. You are ......"

The young boss's eyes lit up, "Is it really you? Do you remember me? We were in the same class in primary school, at Dawn Primary School, I'm Fatty!"

It really does seem to ring a bell.

When Sheng Mingzhi was in primary school, there was a fat boy in his class who did poorly in school.

But, fat?

Sheng Mingzhi is tall and slim when you take a look at him.

It's nothing like the chubby one I remember.

The fat boss reminded him with a smile, "I even confessed my love for you, don't you remember?"

"Cackle".

Lu Jiayan put down his chopsticks and raised his eyes idly, looking at Sheng Mingzhi.

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

So embarrassing.

Who remembers such things?

When Sheng Mingzhi was in primary school, there were many people who mistook his gender because he looked too much like a girl.

There were a few oops with boys confessing their love for him, and it wasn't until sixth grade started to hit its stride that it died down a bit.

The fat boss was a chatterbox and couldn't stop talking once he opened it: "Gee I didn't expect to see you again, I remember you moved away after primary school, you didn't even attend the graduation ceremony, everyone said you had left the country."

Sheng Mingzhi paused: "Not abroad."

"Oh yeah, yeah." The fat boss laughed, "It's good not to be abroad, there are so many violin competitions at home anyway-"

"Boss." Sheng Mingzhi interrupted him sharply, his tone suddenly rising a degree: "The noodles are lumpy. Can I have a different bowl."

The fat boss's conversation came to a screeching halt when he saw that Sheng Mingzhi's bowl of noodles was really cold and he hastened to offer him a new bowl.

Sheng Mingzhi The old man who used to run the shop was also a chatterbox, and Fatty was probably his son, who inherited his father's business and was just as nasty as he was talkative.

He poked the little ravioli silently.

Lu Jiayan has not spoken for a long time.

Sheng Mingzhi looked up and said casually, "Why don't you say anything all the time."

Lu Jiayan spoke slowly and deliberately: "Not very good."

Sheng Mingzhi :?

Lu Jiayan said indifferently, "I was afraid I would disturb you from your old flame."

The moment you open your mouth, you're an old yin and yang.

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

What kind of old lover? Is it the fat boss?

Sheng Mingzhi was speechless: "Which one of your eyes saw the old lover?"

Lu Jiayan: "I heard you. Didn't he confess his love for you."

"Then I didn't accept it either."

Sheng Mingzhi inexplicably feels wronged.

"Hmm." Lu Jiayan seemed to question, "You still want to take it?"

There's a sense of "you've got me, who else do you want?

Sheng Mingzhi struggled to retort: "That was so many years ago, I was still in primary school."

"Hmm." Lu Jiayan was unsavoury: "And early love."

......

......

Row.

You are justified in saying whatever you want.

Since Lu Jiayan wants to reopen such old scores with him.

Sheng Mingzhi is also nonchalant.

"Why do you always talk about me." Sheng Mingzhi said, "When you were in university, didn't you have an affair with that finance girl in your department?"

Speaking of which.

Sheng Mingzhi's heart is in the clouds.

Although he has since learned that Lu Jiayan did not go abroad to study with his girlfriend.

But he didn't believe Lu Jiayan hadn't had his heart set on the girl in the department.

Out of the blue, a cauldron fell from the sky.

Lu Jiayan, who was smashed, was a little overwhelmed.

"The finance department's flower?" He seemed to laugh under his breath, "Having an affair?"

As if in disbelief, the tone is clearly that of Sheng Mingzhi, who is completely defamatory.

Sheng Mingzhi poked the bottom of the bowl, getting more and more angry as he thought about it, and muttered, "It was already there. I've seen that strawberry hair band in your hand before."

I don't know how many years ago it was, but Sheng Mingzhi still looks back on it with such clarity that he can recall even the details of the time.

Lu Jiayan The New Year's Eve party of his senior year.

He was right backstage and saw the finance department's flower wearing that same hairband on her head.

Sweet and sweet.

And something about holding the phone and talking all night.

Sheng Mingzhi sneered, "I saw it on the head of your department's flower too."

Sheng Mingzhi was answered by a very long silence.

As if by default, Sheng Mingzhi felt a sourness bubble up inside him, swelling and cringing.

If I had known, I would not have asked, Sheng Mingzhi inexplicably regrets.

There are many things that, if you don't ask, you can actually pretend that they never happened.

Who knows, it took ten seconds or so before Lu Jiayan's laughter was heard.

And it's the kind that, when you laugh, you can't stop, making it look like he's telling a particularly funny joke.

Making Sheng Mingzhi feel ridiculed.

When Lu Jiayan smiles, his peach blossom eyes curve into a small bridge.

The pearly edges that were not so visible at the corners of the mouth are also visible.

"What are you laughing at." Sheng Mingzhi was unconvinced.

"Nothing." Lu Jiayan stifled a laugh and withdrew, propping his chin up lazily to look at him, "I didn't think our little Mr. Sheng, remembered so well?"

...... What a tricky angle.

Did it have anything to do with the fact that he remembered it well? He--

Sheng Mingzhi was stunned.

Damn, he really remembers it well, even a few strawberries.

Choked up for a moment.

"Don't you think too much about it." Sheng Mingzhi was annoyed: "I just have a better memory."

"I didn't think much about it." Lu Jiayan was quite innocent: "What did little Mr. Sheng think I was thinking."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

No. Mr. Sheng Jr. doesn't know and Mr. Sheng Jr. doesn't want to guess.

Little Mr. Sheng is hungry now and needs to bury his head in the sand.

The second order of mixed noodles from the fat boss came up and Sheng Mingzhi took on the attitude of Lu Jiayan's ashes and gritted his teeth as he mixed it up.

I thought that was the end of the subject.

Who knows, after a few minutes, Lu Jiayan mumbled something about it again.

"Didn't think so."

He trailed off, self-absorbed and arrogant: "You've had your heart set on me for so long."

Sheng Mingzhi was so shocked by Lu Jiayan's unbelievable cheekiness that he almost choked on his noodle mix.

Choking violently, he coughed with a startling cough.

It took him a whole glass of water to slow down.

She coughed out a red face, fearing that Lu Jiayan would say something else, "I've got you, haven't I?"

Then he would have divorced Lu Jiayan by now!!!

It's a good thing the other side didn't say that.

Just patting him on the back with that little expression of self-condemnation, about as if he himself thought the joke had gone too far.

Explaining softly, "Why are you so uncomfortable."

Sheng Mingzhi's lips are dripping with water, already a little fleshy, and at the moment they look rather like they are asking for a kiss.

He said sullenly, "Why don't you say why your cheek is so thick."

"I'm sorry." Lu Jiayan apologised with little sincerity, "Then I would have been upset with little Mr. Sheng a long time ago, all right."

As soon as the words were spoken.

Both men froze for a moment.

Seems odd.

After all, when Lu Jiayan was a senior, Sheng Mingzhi was only a senior.

Just fifteen years old.

Sheng Mingzhi chokes out, "Are you a pervert!"

Lu Jiayan stifled another laugh as if he had been poked at something.

Sheng Mingzhi has now come around and is too lazy to bother with him.

Anyway, Lu Jiayan, the old man, has always had a strange sense of humour.

I guess this is the generation gap between the post-90s and the post-90s, but Sheng Mingzhi couldn't get what Lu Jiayan was laughing at.

Lu Jiayan explained, "The strawberry hair bands were given out at the class rehearsal, one for each person, okay?"

Sheng Mingzhi's eyes fall on the table.

The heart is inexplicably a little lighter.

Don't want to admit it though.

But he kinda, kinda minded the thing.

"Oh." Sheng Mingzhi said, "What does it have to do with me."

"Of course it's relevant." Lu Jiayan was all business: "Isn't someone going to be cautiously jealous if I don't explain myself clearly."

"Think too much." Sheng Mingzhi smiled faintly, faking it, "Who cares."

Lu Jiayan slowly: "Yeah. Anyway, after ten years of killing fish at RTD, your heart is as cold as the knife you used to kill them."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Go to hell.

Can we forget this social death stunt.

Halfway through the day, Lu Jiayan speaks softly, as if to himself or to Sheng Mingzhi as if nothing had happened.

"I'm not as emotionally experienced as someone is."

He whispered, with a hint of a smile, pretending to be sultry, "I only have little Mr. Sheng all to myself."

Sheng Mingzhi squeezed his chopsticks.

Oh.

So what to do.

So, Mr. Sheng, you're a great man, a true man?

-

On their return from YanCheng, the two seemed to be on slightly better terms than before.

At least it's not as completely plastic as it could be.

That night, Lu Jiayan, an old dog, did exactly what he said he would do and kept Sheng Mingzhi awake all night.

And I don't know what was so crazy in bed that he had to force him to say all the things he had said during the day again.

Oh.

It's the yin and yang of complimenting him on how great and awesome he is.

The name "Brother Jiayan" has been replaced by another name.

So much so that when Sheng Mingzhi woke up the next morning, he was shocked beyond belief.

Although I knew Lu Jiayan was a bit of a svelte loser, almost like two people in and out of bed, I didn't expect such a level of perversion.

Could this be the oldest virgin?

Can't afford to mess with it, really can't afford to mess with it.

Lu Jiayan didn't get up this morning as ruthlessly as before.

Sheng Mingzhi It was quite a surprise to see him with his eyes open.

Probably the dog man felt a little guilty after doing it so hard last night.

Sheng Mingzhi makes excuses for him in his mind.

Anyway, it can't be that he was expected to fall in love with him out of the blue?

Although it's not impossible to fall in love with yourself, Sheng Mingzhi silently thought: I'm so handsome and have such an interesting soul that, come to think of it, even I'm falling in love with myself!

The little flowered peacock revels in its prime early on.

Just a slight break in defence at the sight of myself in the mirror.

From the neck to the collarbone to the waist, there is hardly a good piece of flesh.

The pale skin was covered with teeth marks and red marks that stretched into unmentionable places.

When I went downstairs, I walked with a drift.

Lu Jiayan has already made breakfast.

In fact, One XiShan has its own nanny, but Lu Jiayan has quite a taste for life and usually cooks a few simple dishes himself.

He didn't seem to like the idea of his private territory being encroached upon by strangers.

Therefore, apart from the necessary cleaning, XiShan One has very few maids.

Sheng Mingzhi thought his handiwork was just fine, better than his own anyway.

They had a fairly harmonious breakfast together and when it was time to go to work, Lu Jiayan suddenly spoke up and said lightly, "Mingzhi."

Sheng Mingzhi looked over at him, a little confused, "What?"

Lu Jiayan, slowly: "Help me with my tie."

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

What b?

Sheng Mingzhi is full of question marks.

Did they both have a treaty in their prenuptial agreement to help with ties when they got married?

Or is Lu Jiayan the dog who came up with this fancy new persona again?

Don't even look at this plastic marriage between the two of them, does that hold the script for getting up in the morning and kissing and tying your husband's tie?!

In just a few seconds of silence, a barrage of pop-ups had flown past in Sheng Mingzhi's head.

He was about to say something, then broke the silence, "Don't you have any hands?"

Lu Jiayan said with his eyes wide open, "I burned myself while cooking this morning."

Sheng Mingzhi's eyes fell on his intact hands.

Lu Jiayan paused: "Internal injuries."

......

Very good, man.

It was I who underestimated your chutzpah.

Lu Jiayan is standing there with his head in the clouds.

It seemed certain that Sheng Mingzhi would say yes to him.

Of course, Sheng Mingzhi was defeated and silently got up to pick up his long-prepared tie.

Then tie it on for him.

Sheng Mingzhi has never had such close contact with Lu Jiayan, except in bed.

The air was suddenly sticky and made him a little unnatural.

And I wonder if Lu Jiayan did it on purpose.

The tie he chose this morning was the same one he had given him last time.

Weird.

After tying his tie, Sheng Mingzhi averted his eyes as if to escape.

Lu Jiayan, however, was not about to let him off the hook.

The smiling man said, "Why do I feel that something is missing?"

Sheng Mingzhi: ......

Don't say it's some rustic good morning kiss, he'd really be thunderstruck.

Lu Jiayan lives up to his reputation and raises an eyebrow, "Is it still short of a good morning kiss?"

......

Help.

Let the old man die!