The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 22 - He Definitely Fell in Love with Zhishu

Chapter 22: He Definitely Fell in Love with Zhishu

Translator: Ruriko

Zhishu returned home, carefully folded up Ziyu Ai’s scarf and put it in a bag. He sat on the sofa for a long time, thinking nothing, and stood up until he felt a little cold.

It was much cold when there was no partner in the house regardless of the high temperature controlled by air conditioner. Zhishu covered himself tightly in the quilt, and fell into sleep soon.

Zhishu suddenly woke with a start in the middle of the night, and saw the ceiling lamp still shining brightly in the bedroom, while it was still heavy dark outside. He looked at the time and realized he had only slept for less than half an hour. But now he couldn’t sleep and felt much more miserable when he was awake. He really couldn’t help wanting to hear the voice of Wenxu Jiang.

It was about 5:00 pm in France, so it might not bother him... Zhishu was very patient and tapped the numbers one by one with his finger. Even though Wenxu’s number had already been added in the Contacts, typing all numbers seemed much more official and sincerer, as he used to do.

The phone rang a few times. The man answered in a low voice, seemingly a little bit gentle, “Do you still remember to call me?”

Zhushu He holding the phone became silent for a few seconds. He used to call Wenxu very often in the beginning, but they didn’t have the money to pay the phone bill. At that time, the happiest thing of Zhishu was talking to Wenxu Jiang by his company’s phone with caution, even though they had nothing serious to talk. Although they two could see each other at each night, they still felt the day was too long. Later, everything changed. They had nothing to say, and often got stuck in pique and sullenness with no reason. Since one ignored the other, the other also would not talk to that one. Now it was normal that they didn’t call each other for half a month.

“I miss you,” Zhishu suppressed his sadness and said without any hesitation. In the few seconds, he seemed to spend several years.

Wenxu Jiang got stunned. It had been a long time since he heard Zhishu say that. Moreover, he heard a hint of whimper from Zhishu’s three words. It seemed to be true, also like an illusion.

“I miss you, too. I am busy these days and when I’m available, I am afraid to disturb your rest. I will try to get the work done quickly and go home to accompany you as soon as possible,” Wenxu Jiang said softly, but guilty in heart.

Zhishu He was not stupid. Any splendid excuses were just to conceal the fact that Wenxu Jiang didn’t pay much attention to Zhishu. There was no message from Jiang. The man was in France, a romantic country, so far away from Zhishu, with a young boy he liked. Zhishu could imagine that how happy Jiang was now. It was normal to have much enjoyment and forget to go back home. As for Zhishu, he just tortured himself in the dark night.

He pressed his lips lightly and replied in his throat.

He was thinking what to say, but heard a faint voice on the phone, “Brother Jiang…, how can you keep talking for such a long time? The dishes are getting cold...”

Saying in a spoiled tone and a clear voice, the boy on the other side of the phone seemed impatient.

Zhishu’s face was getting pale, and he inferred that Wenxu Jiang might spoil that boy very much. Even Zhushu didn’t try to disturb Jiang’s phone before.

It suddenly became quiet on that side, and there was no noise at all.

He Zhishu tried to stabilize his tone, as he was not trying to make Wenxu Jiang feel embarrassed. “It’s so cold in Beijing now. When you come back, just call me. I can pick you up at the airport and make the radish and sparerib soup for you.”

“Oh, honey, I love you most.”

Zhishu smiled and yawned, “Okay, you have to do your own business. I am sleepy.”

Wenxu Jiang said good night in a gentle voice.

Zhishu He had a sleepless night, and his heart was hurt as if cut out by a blunt knife. After midnight, Zhishu was wandering in the house aimlessly, but did not know what he was looking for. Finally, he was tired and sat on the cold floor of the living room, crying like a child who lost the whole world. Zhishu bit his lips, and the thin shoulders trembled. He cried and stuck the heating pad on his chest. Only by the heating pad, would his heart not freeze.

Zhishu fell into sleep till the early morning. In a high fever, he lapsed into unconsciousness.

Here came the retribution. Zhishu showed a relaxed smile. He left his parents, gave up his dreams, lost everything, and fell in love with one who he should not love.

The phone was ringing, and Zhishu was in a daze for a long time before answering it. “Wenxu Jiang… It hurts… The pain is killing me…”

“Don’t leave me alone...”

“I am docile...”

“How can you lie to me?” Zhishu’s eyes turned red in the fever. Once the emotion accumulated for a long time, it was really difficult to stop when the emotion burst out.

“Zhishu! What happened? Where are you? I’ll go to find you!”

It turned out to be Doctor Ai... Although his mind was not clear at this point, he still trusted Ziyu Ai in his subconscious, told the address to Ai, and then fell into sleep.

Ziyu Ai arrived at Zhishu’s house with a locksmith. When he unlocked the door, Zhishu still didn’t wake up.

Ziyu Ai saw the skinny man curled up out of cold, with knitted brows and some tears on his pale face. Ziyu Ai found that his call to Zhishu had not been hung up.

Ai bent over and lifted the man in his arms. Zhishu was as light as a feather. His lovable cheek snuggled up upon his chest and his high fever melted Ai’s heart.

Definitely. Ziyu Ai confirmed he definitely fell in love with Zhishu.