inspire-indiana Chapter 38 Flood Season
Chapter 38 Flood Season
"My heart becomes happy because of you."
Zhong Xun hugged the little orangutan, his chin resting on the top of the little orangutan's head, his feet were bare, his toes were curled up, and the bed sheet was wrinkled, as if masochistic, he continued to ask Xue He sullenly.
[Reported lost: Is that all?Is there anything else? 】
Xue He thought about it again, he was actually not familiar with that person, and Chu Tingdong had stayed in Germany for several years, but he didn't, he couldn't understand German very well, let alone familiar with him.
Anyway, it was training and eating together, Chu Tingdong didn't seem to have much interaction with that boy.
But he still remembered a little.
【Xue He: Speaking of this, someone recorded a video at that time, let me find it for you. 】
Since Chu Tingdong's first competition in San Francisco, he has been followed by many ice fans. There are few men's figure skating men's singles at home and abroad who don't know him. Still more compelling.
So many people were watching at the time, and it was posted on the Internet, and even some ice fans knew about it. Although it didn't make a lot of noise, it wasn't a secret.
Xue He quickly sent the video. In less than 5 minutes, Zhong Xun wanted to click on it, but he didn't dare to click on it. He despised himself for asking for guilt, but he could bear it, and he couldn't help it at all. .
He pursed his lips, bowed his head and nodded.
The video was shot very shaky, but he still saw Chu Tingdong in the crowd at a glance.
Chu Tingdong is not as tall as now, his face is much greener, and his whole body is not as cold and sharp as now, even his eyes are still faint.
Amidst the booing, Zhong Xun heard the boy speak, and it was in fucking German, why are Germans so annoying, he couldn't understand what was being sung, and he was so angry that he kicked his legs hard on the bed.
But even if you don't understand, you can think of it, what else can you sing if you want to confess, of course it is a love song.
The key is to sing pretty damn well.
Zhong Xun listened with his brows frowned, held back a stomach full of swear words and wanted to find fault, but he couldn't find anything wrong.
Even if he choked up and cried in the middle of singing, his voice was much hoarse and stagnant, but it was even more moving.
Chu Tingdong was carrying a pair of skates, his red phoenix eyes were black and quiet, he listened silently to the boy's singing, and then talked to him before turning around and leaving.
Zhong Xun lowered his eyelashes, he could bear it just now, but now he saw that his lungs were about to burst, and the short fluff on the top of the little gorilla's head stabbed his chest, itching and hurting, making his chest flush red.
If it were him, Chu Tingdong wouldn't listen at all, maybe he would let him go.
He stayed with Song Yijin for another half an hour. When he went out, Chu Tingdong was still in the corridor, standing with his shoulders against the wall. When he heard the door open, he turned his head and lowered his eyes to look at him.
Zhong Xun didn't talk nonsense, and asked him, "If I sing to you, will you turn around and leave?"
If he wanted Chu Tingdong to stay and watch him skate, he had to rely on threats, otherwise it would be useless to fall for another month.
Chu Tingdong knew that he was speaking before, so he nodded and said, "Yes."
But he didn't finish his words. When he wanted to continue, Zhong Xun stopped listening. With a stiff face and cold eyes, he swiped his room card and walked back to the room.
Then he headed to the bathroom, started to flush the water with a splash, walked out wearing thin-soled disposable slippers from the hotel, fell on the bed, pulled up the quilt to cover his head, so that only a lock of wet curly hair was exposed .
Chu Tingdong thought he was going to blow up, but he didn't expect that he didn't speak or make a fuss, and he really fell asleep. After a while, his breathing became even.
It was just lying down with his back to him, and he was lying on the edge of the bed aggrieved, with his white and thin legs drooping outside, and there was a distance of two people between him and him.
Even the little orangutan was taken away and placed next to his own pillow.
Chu Tingdong came over after taking a shower, sat on the bed, leaned over a little, pushed aside the edge of the quilt with his fingertips, revealing a flushed face, Zhong Xun's eyelashes were tightly closed, but he didn't pretend to be asleep.
He stretched out his hand and hugged the person to his side, Zhong Xun didn't wake up, Chu Tingdong sighed, and couldn't help hugging him and laughing, his chest trembled slightly, it was the first time he saw someone so angry that he fell asleep.
He lay down and hugged him like Zhong Xun hugged a little orangutan, rubbed his fingertips against his wet temples, hesitated for a moment, pressed his head with his palm, and kissed his forehead.
After barely sleeping peacefully all night, when Chu Tingdong woke up, he found that Zhong Xun still woke up earlier than him.
But she stayed in his arms without moving, poking her fingertips into the button hole of his pajamas, and staring at him unblinkingly with her eyelashes raised.
He thought that it was going to start a fuss, but Zhong Xun was still very calm, even calmer than last night.
"Brother, you're awake." Zhong Xun copied his own lines from yesterday, and leaned over to kiss him.
Then he sat up and put on his clothes as if nothing had happened, went to Chu Tingdong's side again, and said obediently, "I have to go to the owner of the photo studio, settle the bill with him, and return the props to him."
"Uh..." Chu Tingdong raised his hand and rubbed his head, Zhong Xun didn't move, just waited for him to touch it.
It's so normal, it's so abnormal.
Chu Tingdong's eyes fell on Zhong Xun's face, and he couldn't see any flaws. If he had only relied on reason, he would have thought that Zhong Xun was the real one and let it go.
But when he was with Zhong Xun, rationality was often the most useless thing.
Zhong Xun went to wash up, and went downstairs to eat breakfast with him, still very clingy, couldn't help touching his wrist even in the elevator, seeing Song Yijin and the others, there was a usual smile on his fair and beautiful cheeks.
"Fuck, it would be great if I didn't go to school," Song Yijin slumped on the chair and complained, "I might as well take the college entrance examination next month. I really can't stay in school for a day."
Then Song Yiling slapped him on the head, and Song Yiling said in a vague voice with a cigarette in his mouth: "If you want to drop out of school, don't say you are my brother when you go out."
Chu Tingdong raised his eyes. He heard Song Yijin's words, and finally realized why something was wrong. Zhong Xun didn't even utter a word of swearing all morning.
He was wearing a clean and simple white T, and there were no strange-shaped pendants on his ears. His hair was hanging softly, and his eyelashes were long and dense, making him look gentle and harmless.
Chu Tingdong finally couldn't help it, and when he left the hotel's cafeteria, he frowned and lowered his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhong Xun didn't say anything, Chu Tingdong asked again, his voice sounded as cold as ever, and he suddenly couldn't hold back.
Zhong Xun knew that he was annoying, and it was not the first time he knew that Chu Tingdong bothered him, and he knew it too.
That's why Chu Tingdong can gently and calmly reject other people's pursuit, but he won't take a second look when it's his turn.
After one night, he calmly accepted this fact, and felt that he was not angry anymore. He really had nothing to be angry about. Anyway, he was relying on stalking, so Chu Tingdong agreed to him because he was helpless and upset.
Thanks to Chu Tingdong being a good person, otherwise someone else would have regarded him as a pervert, and might tell Zhong Zhonglin to tell Zhong Zhonglin to discipline him.
As a result, Chu Tingdong insisted on asking him, and he started to smoke with anger again, and went up in flames.
"If you feel tired and annoying, you can leave it alone," Zhong Xun raised his head and said, "Even if you agree to have a date with me, it doesn't mean you have any responsibility to me." He bit his lower lip and whispered He continued to say, "I'm just sick. It's impossible for you to prevent me from getting sick. You'll be exhausted. There's no need."
After he finished speaking, he went downstairs to return the camera equipment to Liao Feng. He walked so fast that he disappeared at the stairs in a blink of an eye, and no one could stop him.
Chu Tingdong didn't see him at noon, and Zhong Xun didn't come back.
Chu Tingdong called and asked Xue He what he had said to Zhong Xun last night, and Xue He sent him the chat records.
Chu Tingdong looked angry, funny and had a headache, his forehead twitched, what the hell, who is half-brother?
Xue He didn't understand why, so he asked him, "What's going on?"
Chu Tingdong hasn't mentioned Zhong Xun's matter to Xue He yet, he is not like Zhong Xun, when he is in a relationship and someone catches an ugly little orangutan for him, he can't help but laugh all over the world.
"I'm jealous... If he seeks you, tell me." Chu Tingdong lowered his head and lit a cigarette.
Xue He didn't realize it at first, but when he recovered, he couldn't help swearing, "Damn it? You... No, isn't your mother going to marry his father?!"
Even if it hasn't knotted yet, this is no ordinary nest edge grass.
Chu Tingdong didn't care about him now, so he said a few more words before hanging up the phone.
Zhong Xun went to play billiards with other people in the class, and only saw Chu Tingdong again when he went to eat in the evening.
This outing was organized by Liang Hui, the representative of the mathematics class, and he pulled everyone into a group.
Although most of the time during the day they played separately and went out with each other who knew him better, but at night Liang Hui asked them to have a meal together at the Japanese restaurant next to the hotel.
Zhong Xun didn't want to sit with Chu Tingdong, but he always went to Chu Tingdong's side at school before, and the others thought they had a good relationship, so they reserved a place for him beside Chu Tingdong.
"Uh..." Zhong Xun stumbled over and sat down.
Drinking is inevitable for this kind of dinner, Zhong Xuncai reached out for a bottle of sake, and Chu Tingdong held down his wrist again, he had never been controlled like this in his life, he was aggrieved and annoyed, he turned his head and stared at Chu Tingdong.
"Are you annoying, are you finished?" Zhong Xun turned cold, he tried to break free, but failed.
Chu Tingdong's eyes were dark and he couldn't tell his emotions. He rubbed the cold green glass bottle neck with his fingertips, and said in a light voice that sounded a little mocking, "Is this what you mean by obedience and obedience?"
"Uh..." Zhong Xun didn't expect to be choked by what he said, he endured it, and lowered his voice, "Why should I be obedient to you, who are you to me, why do you let me What do I do?"
They argued quietly, but it fell into the eyes of others. When the meal was about the same, a dozen people just got together to play some lively games with many people.
Liang Hui suggested, "Playing cards or killing werewolves, or something else?"
In the end, most people chose to play cards.
Chu Tingdong had almost never played, but watched them quietly, watching them play a few rounds, and gradually figured out the routine, occasionally losing a game, and winning more often.
"Just playing like this is boring." Just as Chu Tingdong lost again, a boy wearing glasses suddenly said, "Why don't we add some punishment measures?"
It must be a trick to trick people, Chu Tingdong frowned, he didn't really want to participate, so he wanted to get up and leave, but he was spotted by the boy, and said in a strange tone: "Scholar won't play with us? "
He is usually quite familiar with Zhong Xun, but Zhong Xun actually only talks to Song Yijin more.
He was not the only one who disliked Chu Tingdong in the class. When he opened his mouth, several boys responded. Before Zhong Xun got so close to Chu Tingdong for no reason, they didn't dare to say anything. Now it seems that they are breaking up. Finally, I couldn't hold back anymore.
Before Chu Tingdong said anything, Zhong Xun frowned, and kicked the man's small table with a cold face, his voice was so cold that he wanted to cut someone, "If you can't speak well, shut up."
It was their business that he was willing to fight with Chu Tingdong. He could quarrel with Chu Tingdong, but why should Chu Tingdong be irritated by others.
The man shut his mouth resentfully.
Chu Tingdong sat back again, put his arms on the table, and asked lightly, "What are you playing?"
If Zhong Xun doesn't speak up, then there is something to play, but Zhong Xun wants to make such a head, and that person dare not play the big game anymore, reluctantly said: "Let's take the risk of truth and take this punishment." Card."
Chu Tingdong didn't speak any more, and reached for it with lowered eyes.
Zhong Xun curled his lips, he really deserved it, if he knew he shouldn't have cared, this idiot didn't appreciate it at all.
Chu Tingdong looked down at the cards, and the penalty rule was to play a round of passing with the person on your right.
Zhong Xun glanced at it secretly, and almost cursed out loud, "Damn it, let's just look for things on my own, and I have to take him along."
If he can't accept the punishment, he can also choose to drink a bottle of wine. Zhong Xun opened a bottle of beer and planned to drink it. He thought that Chu Tingdong probably didn't want to play this game, so he just drank it and said nothing.
But he still had to say something, provocatively said: "If you dare not, you can talk earlier if you can't afford it."
Then he raised his neck and wanted to pour it, but was pulled by Chu Tingdong again. Chu Tingdong's face was dull, he grabbed his wrist, and said slowly, "I didn't say I couldn't accept it."
Zhong Xun wondered if he didn't know how to play this pass card at all.
But when Chu Tingdong opened a new pair of cards that had not been used before, pursed his thin lips, stuck the cards between his lips, sucked the cards and approached him, he realized that this person knew much more than he did, and he couldn't help it Leaning back, her shoulders pressed against the pillow behind her.
He didn't expect the pillow to be so soft, he was completely unprepared, and sank into it in embarrassment when he tilted his body.
Someone next to him has already started booing, since Chu Tingdong can have fun, why are they holding back, even Song Yijin whistled this way enthusiastically, the stalemate atmosphere just now was broken for a while, and the private room was extremely hot.
"Brother Xun, are you not good enough?" Liang Hui knocked on the wine bottle vigorously, "Students are not afraid, what are you hiding?"
Hold.
Zhong Xun's back went numb and tense like an electric shock, he felt anxious, his cheeks flushed, and a thin blush appeared at the end of his eyes.
But Chu Tingdong put his hand on his side, looked down at him, motioned him to pick him up with his eyes, and raised his eyebrows at him.
This is a fucking aggressive method.
Zhong Xun bit his lower lip, thinking who was afraid of whom, he had no strength to focus on, and the pillow was too soft, so he could only raise his head to catch it.
When they were about to meet each other, Zhong Xun raised his eyelashes as if he had succeeded, but Chu Tingdong had a smile in his eyes, and stepped back a few centimeters. middle.
In the private room, whoever whistled loudly, laughed and shouted, Zhong Xun couldn't hold back his face, his ears were burning bright red, and he was about to become angry from embarrassment.
Chu Tingdong put it away as soon as he saw it, stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder, didn't wait for him to take the initiative to pick it up, and leaned over to him, trying to stick the cards over.
But he stared at Zhong Xun's embarrassed and angry face, his eyes were thinly covered with a layer of water, but he couldn't help but draw the corner of his lower lip.
The card could not be sucked steadily and fell, he had already lowered his head, barely rubbing against Zhong Xun's lips, soft, moist, slightly hot to the bite, it was a fleeting kiss.
Chu Tingdong almost completely blocked Zhong Xun, except for Song Yijin who was sitting next to Zhong Xun, no one should have noticed, but when he approached Zhong Xun, everyone saw it with their own eyes.
Song Yijin was dumbfounded, fuck, now he finally believed that it was Chu Tingdong's relative Zhong Xun, this scheming gay!
There was a burst of teasing and booing all around, and the atmosphere of being kicked by Zhong Xun was ignited again. Everyone became interested and went to get the wine bottle one after another.
Zhong Xun wiped his lips with the back of his hand vigorously, the tails of his eyes were red, and his eyes were full of water. He looked so wronged, he moved his head to the corner, stood up and walked away while no one was paying attention.
Chu Tingdong chased after him, but Zhong Xun ran too fast and missed.
He sent a message to Zhong Xun.
Zhong Xun heard the buzzing of the phone, took it out annoyedly, and saw that the familiar id turned out to be a strange avatar, and Chu Tingdong changed his avatar to a small one that looked old but clean at some point. White dog doll.
It was inexplicably familiar, but Zhong Xun couldn't remember it.
But the surname Chu finally changed the puppy picture for him, and he couldn't help but slow down.
When I raised my head, I found that I had reached the open-air barbecue venue. The resident singer did not sing Cantonese skewers tonight. He used to sit by the fountain last time, lying on his knees like a stomachache.
He lowered his eyelashes and stared at Chu Tingdong's head, his lips were pursed tightly, his cheeks were hot, and the kiss in front of everyone made his heart beat so fast that he couldn't tell whether it was shame or embarrassment, his palms were wet, at this moment Night Breeze As soon as it blows, it is completely cool, but it is extremely hot.
Before Zhong Xun could get out of the vortex just now, suddenly another person changed on the stage, first he plucked the guitar unskillfully, played a short chord, and then raised the microphone.
He raised his head in a daze, and in the night, through the lights of the barbecue stall and the boiling crowd, he met the man's eyes.
"Wennwir Blicketauschen, we look at each other, Verfall'nmit HaarundHaut, and revel in it, Hr'nwirzwei Flüsserauschen, listen, the river of love in our hearts, Inunsrotundlaut, begins the flood season..."
Chu Tingdong's finger bones were cold and white and slender, and he plucked the strings casually. He sat on the high stool of the resident singer, his right leg slightly bent, stepped on the beam, raised his dark eyes, and looked for The figure of that little idiot.
He hadn't really heard many songs, let alone German ones, and he could barely remember one, and he had forgotten most of the lyrics and melody, and he could only cover up the forgotten parts by humming.
"Mein Menschenherzwirdweit, my heart becomes happy because of you, Willfürimmer, I want to be forever, Willfürimmer, want to be forever, Willfürimmerbeidirsein, want to be by your side forever, Der Mondhülltsichin Wolken..."
Chu Tingdong's voice was very deep, and the quality of the microphone was not very good, which blurred his timbre. It sounded a little hoarse, but it was much gentler.
Zhong Xun could feel that Chu Tingdong's gaze was fixed on him all the time, making him feel unable to lift his feet even if he wanted to run, so he could only be forced to stay where he was, looking over in panic, listening to the words that he didn't understand. Lyrics, but the eye circles are turning red inch by inch.
"Der Mondhülltsichin Wolken, the moon is behind the clouds, Dein Lichtflltaufmichher, you light me up..."
Zhong Xun's fingertips trembled a little. He found a mask and put it on to cover his red and wet cheeks with a distressed expression. He seemed to be able to block even that gaze. He was finally able to stand up, then turned his head and left.
He went back to the hotel and packed his luggage vigorously. He was going to leave tomorrow morning to meet his mother in the next city, so he simply changed the ticket to the one at 11:30 tonight.
But he never expected that when he took a taxi to the train station, checked the ticket, and waited on the platform, Chu Tingdong still grabbed the luggage handle.
"You fucking..." Zhong Xun's eyelashes trembled, he raised his head and opened his mouth to curse, but his voice was too hoarse, so he choked back.
He turned his head and didn't look at Chu Tingdong, he didn't want the box, and walked along the platform.
"The message I sent just now," Chu Tingdong followed behind him and asked him, "Have you read it?"
Zhong Xun didn't look back.
Chu Tingdong himself doesn't like any small animals. He adopted that Siamese cat for his grandfather.
A few years ago, his grandfather returned to China to recuperate from illness, and the old man was very bored at home, so he asked in the group if there were any docile and easy-to-raise cats.
He hadn't met that boy at that time, and he hadn't been to Germany, but he just asked, and it happened that the boy's classmate was going to move, and it was said that he couldn't keep pets anymore.
So Chu Tingdong was introduced by him to adopt the three-month-old Siamese cat.
Later, his grandfather returned to Germany. The kitten had a severe stress reaction to unfamiliar environments, and it was difficult to take it there, so he stayed at his house and was always taken care of by a nanny.
"Uh..." Zhong Xun's lips moved, he lowered his head and squeezed the edge of the mask tightly, but he still didn't say anything.
Chu Tingdong continued: "That song is for a friend."
Chu Tingdong didn't know what kind of feelings that boy had for him, but he knew that the boy was about to retire. His waist and spine were deformed severely, and he might be paralyzed if he continued to practice. He was about to leave Germany. This was the last time they saw each other. On the one hand, there will be no possibility of encountering them in the arena in the future.
Not only figure skating, but also many sports. Maybe he will retire in many years, maybe it will be the next day.
It was a German folk song, sung when saying goodbye to friends, and there was no reason why he couldn't stop and listen to it.
As for the subsequent confession, he was indeed unexpected.
The boy's parents contacted him after learning about the incident. The two of them, including their families, are firmly opposed to homosexuality, believing that it is a disease that needs to be treated, even if some extreme treatment methods are used. .
And said to Chu Tingdong: "If he maliciously harassed you and caused you psychological harm, you don't need to hide it for him, you can tell us directly, we are willing to go through legal procedures, and we won't just because he is our child. Just cover him."
The boy didn't deny what his parents said, even if Chu Tingdong wanted to clear up the relationship and get out of trouble, so as not to be suspected by his family and said that he was harassing him, he probably wouldn't refute it.
Chu Tingdong can do this, because it is a fact, and the behavior of the other party has indeed caused him a lot of influence.
But he didn't, he admitted frankly that he was also gay, saying that the other party was pursuing him, but he didn't agree.
That's it.
The parents looked at him in astonishment at the time, and frowned and stared at him before leaving, as if they would be infected with the virus if they approached.
"Uh..." Zhong Xun finally couldn't help asking in a hoarse voice, "What happened to that person?"
"I don't know." Chu Tingdong said flatly.
As soon as Zhong Xun choked, he suddenly regained his mental balance, and Chu Tingdong didn't just tell him that it doesn't matter to me what happens to you.
Chu Tingdong is really not like him. If it were Zhong Xun, he himself had been beaten, and he couldn't help reaching out to pull Zhou Heng again and again. Even if he caused more trouble, he didn't care. If he When I met that boy, I really couldn't guarantee that I would be passionate for a while, and I would really have a final love with him.
Zhong Xun stopped on the platform, lowered his head and stared at his toes, refusing to look at Chu Tingdong.
Chu Tingdong sat on his suitcase and didn't speak.
In fact, he was a little annoyed by Zhong Xun, and anyone might not be able to help but get angry.
After all, Zhong Xun's mind is not bent at all, and he is not willing to listen to any explanations, which makes people feel overwhelmed and at a loss.
But he didn't mind that he went crazy, and he didn't mind coaxing him for a while, and he wanted him to have a good time.
The stitches on his hands have not been removed, wrapped in gauze, he grabbed Zhong Xun's fingertips, and looked up to see the bruises on his face that had finally faded away.
Probably when he was wronged in the past, no one would coax him. Now what can he do if he is a little troublesome? It's not like he can't coax him.
"You say a friend is a friend, but I don't understand." Zhong Xun wanted to step back, but was held tightly again, so he could only stand still and talk hard to him, "Then what did you sing to me?"
His eyes were still wet, and the end of his eyes were very red. When he lowered his head, tears fell down his cheeks and were caught in the mask. After a while, the mask became wet and stained with water.
Chu Tingdong knew that he was asking out of the blue, raised his hand to hold his face, wiped his wet eye corners with his fingertips, and asked him in a low and gentle voice, "What do you think?"
The author says:
The song referenced is "Fürimmer" (Forever).
Some German words are not displayed when they are typed. I don’t know if Jinjiang can’t recognize them, so I can only make do with them. Sorry qwq;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!