Towards the end of the year, Gusu High School was bombarded with tests one after another.
An English quiz made most of Class 1 sluggish.
The English class representative Luo Qingyang walked in with the papers of the whole class, knocked on the podium and said:
“Wake up. Wake up and don’t sleep, the papers are about to be sent out. Teacher Nei said this time the papers are doing poorly. There will definitely be a fire in class later.”
The students bemoaned the devilish speed of Nei Xiaoting’s grading and a boy shouted to Luo Qingyang: “Class representative, why do I feel like you’re still happy? Did you get a high score on the exam?”
Luo Qingyang smiled and scolded the boy with a few words.
Nei Huaisang suddenly appeared on the podium and raised his hand and said loudly, “Isn’t this a happy event? Big news! This Sunday night, the grand private room 225, the birthday party of the beautiful Luo Qingyang. Everyone must come ah! I will also go!”
The class started cheering and in uproar. Luo Qingyang hit Nei Huaisang on the head with the papers and scolded, “Who said you are going to be invited!”
Wei Ying knew about this. Just now, Luo Qingyang gave him a homemade invitation specifically.
He looked at Lan Zhan who was on the side and asked, “Will you be there?”
Lan Zhan confiscated the invitation with a heart drawn on it and said, “I’m going to grandpa’s house on Sunday night.”
Even if he didn’t go to his old home for the family dinner, he usually wouldn’t go.
“Are you going?” Lan Zhan asked Wei Ying.
Wei Ying hesitated for a while, and said, “I should go.”
When Luo Qingyang gave him the invitation, she also apologized to him for Chen Zhouxuan’s incident a long time ago, but Wei Ying didn’t think Luo Qingyang had done anything wrong.
Luo Qingyang even spoke for him at that time.
“Then I will pick you up when the matter is over,” Lan Zhan said.
Wei Ying’s eyes lit up and he nodded: “Okay! I’ll wait for you!”
On Sunday night, Wei Ying took the bus twice according to the address given by Luo Qingyang before arriving at the grand club with a high level of consumption.
Under the guidance of the waiter, he walked in. The colorful lights and the faint crying and wolf-like singing from the private room made him a little uncomfortable.
Wei Ying knew that this was a big KTV. He had never been there and did not like singing very much. He was thinking about finding some reason to leave early when he met an unexpected person halfway through.
“Wei Ying?” Yeong Lee was wearing a low-cut short skirt studded with gold sequins, with heavy make-up on her face.
Holding a slender lady’s cigarette in her hand, she asked with a smile, “Come to our party?”
Wei Ying didn’t expect that this woman would recognize him by virtue of his once-in-a-lifetime exhibition. He vaguely remembered that Yeong Lee had sent an invitation to the party in the WeChat group of the Bingqiu Painting Association a few days ago.
He said, “No, I have a classmate’s birthday party here.”
Yeong Lee smiled and said, “I wish you a good time. Our party is in the private room 334.”
She took a puff of her cigarette, came closer and said, “I have a lot of friends who have studied overseas, a few of them are here today. Maybe you can meet them later.”
Wei Ying tilted his head slightly to avoid the smoke from Yeong Lee. The sweet and greasy smell made him frown.
He found Yeong Lee’s sudden enthusiasm a bit baffling and said in a detached tone, “Thank you, but my classmate’s birthday party is about to start, so I have to go there first.”
Yeong Lee smiled and said, “It’s okay. If you think the birthday party is boring, you can come and play with us.”
After saying goodbye to Yeong Lee, Wei Ying went to the bathroom and washed his face to make sure he didn’t smell like smoke before stepping on the soft carpet and walking towards the private room.
He remembered Yeong Lee who was next to Jiang Fengmian at the exhibition last time. She was dressed in a white dress with light makeup and was different from today. He thought of Cangse Sanren’s painting, she was also wearing white dress.
He pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, pushing open the door of the 225 room.
Nei Huaisang was holding the standing microphone and singing “Say I Love You” loudly towards Luo Qingyang in the middle of the sofa.
When Nei Huaisang saw Wei Ying coming in, he stopped singing and shouted, “Ying ge!”
There was a lot of space in the private room.
Wei Ying found that most of the classmates had come and even Wen Qing had come.
He saw Luo Qingyang showing a somewhat disappointed look after he entered the door, but she still quickly got up to greet him and said sincerely: “Wei Ying, thank you for coming. Have fun tonight.”
Wei Ying handed the gift in his hand to Luo Qingyang and said “Happy Birthday” with a smile.
He greeted other classmates and found an empty seat in the corner of the sofa.
Next to him was Wen Qing, who was answering questions on her phone.
When she saw him sitting down, she asked, “Did Lan Zhan come with you?”
Wei Ying was stunned, shook his head and said, “He has something tonight.”
Wen Qing seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and continued to answer the questions.
The table was full of beer and drinks, the soft pack walls were flashing with multicolored spots of light.
After someone ordered a brainwashing song, some people in the class who were usually active were rushing to grab the microphone to sing like crazy.
Suddenly, the crowd of demons danced so dazzlingly that their eardrums would burst.
Wei Ying clicked on WeChat in the corner and looked up the party invitation letter sent by Yeong Lee in the WeChat group of the Bingqiu Painting Association. He found that the address above was not here.
He thought about it for a while, then clicked on Qinsu’s WeChat and asked her about the party.
Qinsu quickly replied with a message: “The association’s formal parties are organized by the president. Vice President Lee has a few friends in the association who play well together and often organize private parties, but we usually don’t attend.”
Wei Ying noticed the cryptic meaning in Qinsu’s words. He thought about it, and told her about his encounter with Yeong Lee.
Qinsu replied: “You’d better not go. How should I say, the Bingqiu Painting Association is actually a bit mixed up, you’re still a high school student, there’s no need to make those friends”
Wei Ying replied a few words of thanks, and looked at the chat log thoughtfully.
Halfway through, he got up and went to the bathroom.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw two familiar figures walking by the corner of the corridor and heard a female voice saying: “Ancestor, I don’t have much money to lend you.”
Wei Ying quickly returned to the bathroom, washed his hands again, and walked out after drying his hands with a paper towel.
The carpet in the corridor was very thick and soft, so there was no sound when walking on it.
Wei Ying followed the corridor where the two people had just walked, and after turning a corner, he found that there was only one security door at the end of this corridor.
There should be an emergency passage outside the door.
He breathed lightly and walked gently to the exit door, which was ajar, and human voices faintly came from inside.
Yeong Lee had already smoked the cigarette just now, and she changed it to the same one.
Spitting out a puff of smoke, she walked a few steps back and forth and sighed to the boy in front of her:
“Ancestor, my party address has been changed here specifically for you, and I also invited that kid, so what do you want me to do?”
There was only a dim white light in the emergency exit. Jiang Cheng looked up, his eyes were dim in the light and shadow, and he said:
“Didn’t I tell you? Please help me teach him a lesson.” He said it politely, and his expression was one of asking for help.
He smiled and continued, “After all, aren’t you the best at this kind of thing?”
Yeong Lee bit her cigarette and stared at Jiang Fengmian’s son, her face turned ugly for a moment.
Her past history was indeed not glamorous.
“What’s your problem with that kid? As for asking me to help you teach him a lesson?”
Yeong Lee breathed out a puff of cigarette, a little annoyed in her heart, not really wanting to get involved in these high school kids’ affairs.
Jiang Cheng’s face sank and said, “It’s none of your business.”
“Does your father know you’re like this? He always said you were a good boy.” Yeong Lee laughed lightly. If she could successfully marry Jiang Fengmian, Jiang Cheng might have to call her mom in the future. It made her feel a little funny.
Jiang Cheng raised his eyes to Yeong Lee and said with a smile: “You certainly won’t let him know.”
“All right. Fortunately you said that kid has no background, otherwise I’m really afraid of trouble.”
Yeong Lee twisted the cigarette in her hand on the white wall and put it out.
When Wei Ying returned to the private room, the mic-crazy Nei Huaisang had already changed the song, singing “To Love even in Death” to Luo Qingyang, and the tone-deaf throat made Luo Qingyang keep rolling her eyes.
He went back to his seat and sat down, and saw Wen Qing was still bowing her head, doing the questions.
Not long after sitting, the private room door was opened again.
“Yogurt! Why are you so late!” Xiao Xingchen was holding the microphone and singing and when he saw Jiang Cheng come in, he directly spoke to Jiang Cheng with the microphone.
Wei Ying looked up and saw Jiang Cheng holding a box of exquisitely wrapped gifts.
“There has been a traffic jam on the road for too long. I dashed up when I got out of the car just now. I’m still gasping for breath.” Jiang Cheng said with a smile to Xiao Xingchen.
After giving the gift to Luo Qingyang, he looked around the sofa and walked towards the empty space in the corner.
Wei Ying saw Jiang Cheng approaching and asked him with a smile, “Wei Ying, can I sit next to you?”
The look and tone of voice even had a little intimacy.
Wei Ying moved to the side and nodded, “Sure.”
Jiang Cheng said “Thank you” and then sat down. There was a sweet and greasy smell of smoke on his body that had not had time to disperse.
Jiang Cheng watched Xiao Xingchen and the others sing, smiled and applauded, seemed to be very happy.
Wei Ying saw an unopened pack of cigarettes under the coffee table. Perhaps the last guests accidentally dropped it here and it was not cleaned up.
He took out the pack of cigarettes, took out one after unpacking and handed it to Jiang Cheng before raising his eyes and asked him:
“Do you smoke?”
Jiang Cheng frowned, looked a little weird, and shook his head: “I never smoke.”
Wei Ying smiled, put the cigarette back into the box and said, “I don’t smoke either.”
He tossed the cigarette back under the coffee table and leaned back on the soft sofa, watching Xiao Xingchen invite Jiang Cheng up to sing.
In the second half of the birthday party, a huge multi-layer cake was pushed in by the waiter.
The private room that had been noisy for two hours was finally quieter. Seventeen candles were lit on the exquisite cake.
Luo Qingyang made a wish with her eyes closed while everyone sang ‘Happy Birthday’.
“Beauty, what did you wish for?”
“I guess it’s a wish to be with the person you like?”
A girl followed, and many people instantly understood and passed a few glances to each other and laughed, as if they knew who Luo Qingyang liked.
Luo Qingyang squinted at those people and scolded them: “Don’t make trouble! It’s not this wish. It won’t work if you say it.”
Wei Ying surrounded the big cake like everyone else, watching Luo Qingyang cut the cake piece by piece and distributed it to everyone. He took the cake Luo Qingyang handed over and said thank you.
When she gave it to Jiang Cheng, Luo Qingyang smiled and said to Jiang Cheng:
“Yogurt, it’s your birthday next. Will you invite us to have a Christmas birthday party at home this year like last year?”
Xiao Xingchen followed and said, “Yes, I also want to ask, I remember last year was held at Lan Zhan’s house, Auntie Gu also prepared a Christmas gift for each of us.”
As soon as they heard the three words “Lan Zhan”, everyone started booing Luo Qingyang again.
No wonder she asked Jiang Cheng this question. Luo Qingyang blushed and scolded a few words.
Wei Ying looked at Jiang Cheng and saw that the person whose birthday was on the same day as him was unnatural for a moment.
He took the cake from Luo Qingyang and smiled: “Of course it will be done.”
After Jiang Cheng finished speaking, he looked at Wei Ying subconsciously. With a piece of cake in his hand, Wei Ying smiled at him with his head tilted.
Jiang Cheng quickly retracted his gaze, pursed his lips, walked to the sofa and sat down, picking up the phone as if he was sending some news.
Wei Ying picked up a small fork and ate the cake in his hand. The taste of the cake was very sweet and delicate.
He used to eat birthday cake only occasionally on his classmates’ birthdays, but the cakes sold in the best cake shops in the county were very rough in texture.
“Then the next one is Wei Ying, right? I remember it was on December 26th, very close to Yogurt.” Xiao Xingchen asked as he walked up to Wei Ying.
As class president, he had memorized the birthdays of every student in the class.
“It’s very close to him, almost the same day.” Wei Ying took a bite of cake and looked at Jiang Cheng before he replied.
Jiang Cheng buried his head, the finger on the phone screen paused.
It might be due to Yu Ziyuan’s guilty conscience. Wei Ying’s birthday on his household registration was December 26, while Wei Yanli’s birthday is on December 28.
Over the years, Wei Ying had been following Wei Yanli to eat a bowl of longevity noodles on the 28th, considered it as for his birthday.
He didn’t know the day his mother gave birth to him until last year.
The birthday party was about to end. A group of people who had drunk were still crying and howling.
Wei Ying’s phone vibrated, he took it out and took a look. As if calculating the time, Yeong Lee sent him a WeChat message:
“I have a friend who came here just now. He graduated from the California Institute of the Art, and he studied oil painting just like you. Now his reputation is not small. I heard that you want to apply to a school in the United States. How about introducing you to this big shot? The other person is very nice, you can ask him any questions you have.”
Wei Ying stared at the message, the bright light of the screen condensed in the dark pupils. He slowly raised his head, his face half bright and half dark.
Jiang Cheng was discussing his birthday party with a few people with a smile, not noticing his sight.
Wei Ying lowered his head and slowly typed on the screen, “Okay, thank you.”
Yeong Lee quickly replied, “No problem. Which private room are you in, I’ll take you there.”
Wei Ying replied to her with the room number, held the phone in his hand, and went to talk to Luo Qingyang.
Luo Qingyang thought that Wei Ying had to go back to the dormitory and as there was a curfew, he didn’t want to stay. She asked him to pay attention to safety on the road.
During this time, Jiang Cheng kept looking at this side from his side.
Wei Ying didn’t look back. After bidding farewell to other classmates, he opened the private room door and walked out, closing the door behind him and separating all the noise.
Yeong Lee was walking in high heels in the corridor.
Wei Ying could smell the alcohol and the strong smell of smoke on this woman from a long distance. He lowered his eyelashes slightly to cover his disgust.
Yeong Lee walked to Wei Ying with a cigarette in his hand, and looked at the fair-skinned boy in front of her.
His temperament of being a good student was too obvious that he was a little out of place with this place.
She squinted her eyes and smiled, and said in a cordial tone: “Did you say goodbye to your classmates?”
Wei Ying glanced at the door he had just closed and nodded.
“Let’s go, my friend will be here for a while.” Yeong Lee said. She didn’t want to stay here long.
But Wei Ying didn’t move, he raised his eyes to Yeong Lee and said, “President Lee, I suddenly remembered that I have a classmate who should also be able to go to your party with me.”
The smile on Yeong Lee’s face froze for a moment.
She looked into Wei Ying’s eyes and a strange feeling emerged in her heart, but she quickly responded, “They shouldn’t be a member of our association, so they can’t participate.”
Wei Ying made a regretful “Ah” and said: “But you should know him. I saw you and Uncle Jiang together last time to see the exhibition. Uncle Jiang’s son, Jiang Cheng, don’t you know him?”
At the top of the corridor, the dim spotlights shot down obliquely, casting elongated cross shadows under his fine eyelashes, gently shifting between blinks.
Yeong Lee finally understood where the strange feeling in her heart came from. Wei Ying’s eyes were a bit like her, or rather more like the person she tried to imitate.
She was smiling clearly, but the coldness made her palms feel cold.
She subconsciously avoided Wei Ying’s gaze that was looking straight at her, and her face was astonished: “Of course I know, did A-Cheng come here today?”
Wei Ying nodded and said, “Yes, he is still inside. I’ll call him out and see you.”
Yeong Lee saw that Wei Ying was about to go back and opened the door, so she hurriedly took his arm and squeezed out a smile: “No, actually he doesn’t really want to see me, we hardly see each other. It’s just a coincidence today.”
Wei Ying calmly broke away from Yeong Lee’s dark-green nail polish hand. He said, “Really?”
After a pause, he smiled at Yeong Lee and said, as if to himself, “I thought you changed the address of the meeting here to invite Jiang Cheng to your meeting.”
Yeong Lee’s heart jolted and she looked at Wei Ying in disbelief.
Those eyes were staring at her, and there was no emotion in the dark pupils, only the shadow of the eyelashes cast on the lower eyelid flicked slightly.
She almost felt that Wei Ying had seen her intentions.
“President Lee, can we meet your friends now?” Wei Ying asked.
Yeong Lee did not dare to look back at Wei Ying’s eyes, tightly squeezing the cigarette in her hand, her heart was in a mess.
For a moment she was a little hesitant whether to continue with her original plan. After a few seconds, she finally made her decision:
“Let’s go, my friend will be here for a while.”
Wei Ying put the phone in his pocket, and a mocking smile evoked at the corner of his mouth.
He was about to go with Yeong Lee when he suddenly saw a figure at the corner at the end of the corridor, his footsteps instantly paused.
Lan Zhan first looked at Wei Ying and frowned slightly, and when he saw the woman beside Wei Ying, his frown deepened.
“Why did you come over so fast?” Wei Ying asked as he walked to Lan Zhan quickly.
Lan Zhan stared at Wei Ying’s eyes, trying to find out the gloomy look he had just seen in these eyes, but that seemed to be just an illusion, Wei Ying looked at him with a gaze that clearly only had dependence and happiness in it.
Lan Zhan didn’t answer, he held Wei Ying’s wrist and pulled him behind him, then looked at Yeong Lee whose eyes were a bit evasive and asked, “What are you guys talking about?”
Yeong Lee obviously sensed Lan Zhan’s hostility towards her, she pulled out a somewhat stiff smile, “Wei Ying is a member of our Bingqiu Painting Association, I’m planning to introduce a friend to him.”
Her tone was natural, but her heart was in a panic. It was impossible for her to not know this young master of the Lan family who grew up with Jiang Cheng.
She also knew that he had a deep background and could not be offended. Like his mother Gu Yihan, he hated Jiang Fengmian as much as she did, let alone her.
Lan Zhan did not believe all of it. He turned his head to look at Wei Ying and asked, “Is that so?”
Wei Ying nodded, didn’t say anything, his eyes dropping to look at his toes.
Lan Zhan looked at Yeong Lee with a smile at the corners of his mouth, his voice was without emotion: “What friend? Can I also get to know them?”
Yeong Lee had already figured out a countermeasure just now. She raised her hand and pretended to look at the phone. Showing an apologetic look, she said to the two of them:
“Unfortunately, my friend suddenly sent me a WeChat saying that something is going on and he’ll have to leave later. I’m sorry, I’ll find another opportunity to invite you guys to meet me next time. I’ll go back first.”
Lan Zhan looked at Yeong Lee’s hidden anxiety and guilty conscience, and said, “Okay, please give my regards to Uncle Jiang.”
Yeong Lee’s eyelids jumped and said with a smile, “No problem, Fengmian has always wanted to visit you and your mother too.”
Lan Zhan watched Yeong Lee walk away. He turned around and looked at Wei Ying who had not spoken, his tone became serious:
“What’s the matter?”
It was impossible for him to fail to see Yeong Lee’s strange attitude, and it was even more impossible for him to fail to see Wei Ying’s abnormality.
For the person in front of him, he had always been keenly aware of all his emotions.
Wei Ying was really guilty. He still couldn’t tell Lan Zhan what he had encountered here tonight and what he planned just now, but Lan Zhan was staring at him inquisitively.
His gaze made him unable to make up a reasonable lie.
He glanced at the empty room with the door ajar by the corridor, suddenly grabbed Lan Zhan’s wrist, pulled Lan Zhan into the room, and then closed the door abruptly.
There was no light in the room, only the faint flickering light of the song-ordering screen.
Wei Ying stretched out his arms to hug Lan Zhan’s neck and buried himself in Lan Zhan’s arms.
His lips pressed to the skin of Lan Zhan’s neck. He took a deep breath and whispered:
“I miss you a little bit.”
Lan Zhan was visibly stunned, slowly raised his hand to hug the person in his arms back and said with a smile in his voice: “Isn’t it not even a day apart?”
Wei Ying rubbed his lips against Lan Zhan’s neck and felt the hands on his waist clasp tighter. He said:
“In the past few weeks, you have been going to training and competition every day. I often can’t see you at noon and evening. I can’t see you even more when you go home at night.”
Lan Zhan raised his hand and rubbed the back of Wei Ying’s head, whispering, “Wait for me for a while, soon.”
Wei Ying thought that Lan Zhan was talking about waiting for the end of the competition.
His chin rested on Lan Zhan’s shoulders, his eyelashes drooping, no one could see the emotions surging in his eyes, as if he was hesitating about something.
After about five seconds, Wei Ying made a decision and said to Lan Zhan.
“When your competition is over, I want to tell you a secret.”
His greatest secret.
He knew that now was not the best time to say it.
This incident would surely cause shocks among several family members and Lan Zhan was still preparing for the competition. It would definitely affect him.
Lan Zhan was silent for two seconds before he asked: “Does it have something to do with Jiang Cheng?”
Wei Ying’s body froze in an instant. He looked at Lan Zhan’s eyes through the faint light, and for a moment he was not sure whether Lan Zhan knew about it.
In fact, he was not as confident as he thought.
After hearing the dialogue between Yeong Lee and Jiang Cheng, he felt uncontrollably angry and ironic.
What qualifications did Jiang Cheng have to “teach” him?
But then came the panic, why should Jiang Cheng “teach” him? He had enjoyed sixteen years of pampering that should have been his, but would these favors suddenly disappear with the exposure of his life experience?
Impossible, he knew that if you keep pets for sixteen years, you would have feelings, let alone people?
He didn’t even dare to tell Lan Zhan the truth about tonight, because he couldn’t be sure whether Lan Zhan would believe him.
At one end of the scale was a friend who had been close as a brother for sixteen years, and at the other end was a lover who had been together for less than two months.
He could not be confident about which one was more important.
Wei Ying looked at Lan Zhan and did not answer his question, but asked a somewhat inexplicable question.
“What if, what I want to do will make it very difficult for you?”
After tonight, it was no longer possible for him to tolerate him and Jiang Cheng living peacefully under one roof, pretending that nothing was going on.
But what would Lan Zhan think about this matter then? Would he defend Jiang Cheng?
Lan Zhan lowered his eyes slightly and looked at Wei Ying’s eyes. These eyes were filled with a certain uneasiness that he did not yet know.
During the few seconds of his silence, the uneasiness seemed to be more intense.
“Why would I be in a difficult situation?” Lan Zhan asked rhetorically, he hadn’t encountered anything too difficult yet.
Wei Ying was made even more uneasy by Lan Zhan’s look. He averted his gaze, thought for a moment and said, “For example, it might require you to make some kind of choice or something like that.”
“Choose between you and someone else?” Lan Zhan asked.
Wei Ying was stunned by Lan Zhan’s keenness, he nodded hesitantly.
But in the next second a hand fell on his head, rubbing it not too lightly, and the always cold and bland voice of Lan Zhan rang in his ears.
“If it’s this kind of choice, don’t worry about me being difficult, I will favor you unconditionally.”
Wei Ying suddenly opened his eyes and stared at Lan Zhan stupidly. At that moment, he didn’t know how to react.
He knew that Lan Zhan was not a person who liked to express himself, but whenever he was confused, Lan Zhan always seemed to be able to put his mind at ease with the simplest of words.
He blinked quickly and jokingly said, “What if I commit a crime?”
Lan Zhan smiled a little at the corner of his mouth, raised his chin slightly, and said, “What crime can you commit?”
Wei Ying thought for a moment, narrowed his eyes and said, “Kidnapping you?”
Tying Lan Zhan to a place where there was no one, there would be no need to worry so much about so many things.
Lan Zhan raised his eyebrows slightly and actually said, “You can try.”
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