MFMBSA 29

Chapter 29 – Thoughts

 

Fu Yanchuan had never received flowers. No one dared to give him roses, which were still so red without any other color.

 

He first held Qi Xi’s hand, then his fingertips slid across the back of Qi Xi’s hand where it was blocked from view. Fu Yanchucan took the flower from his hand afterwards. Without saying anything, he informed the driver to drive out, and then he held Qi Xi with one hand and walked to the light on the roadside.

 

The car drove over quickly. After getting in the car, Qi Xi felt that the flowers were really too big. It was like a 200-pound fat man sitting between him and Fu Yanchuan.

 

Fu Yanchuan handed the flower to the driver and put it on the passenger side. When he looked back, Qi Xi was smiling with an expectant face as he asked him, “Brother Yan, do you like it? How do you like this thank you gift? Do you feel my feelings?” “

 

He asked: “Who told you to send red roses?”

 

Qi Xi honestly took out his mobile phone at this moment, opened his online question about Fu Yanchuan and explained to him, “The netizens said that red roses represent the warmest love. I feel like thanking you with the warmest of love is the most important thing. I used to only buy the smallest size of paint, but today I managed to buy a whole cabinet. Besides, red roses are not enough to represent my love for you!”

 

Fu Yanchuan read the netizen’s answer to Qi Xi. He couldn’t say that Qi Xi understood it wrong, at least he didn’t understand it correctly at all. Others bluntly said that he had ulterior motives, but Qi Xi still thought that red roses could express gratitude.

 

He returned the phone to Qi Xi without saying anything. Qi Xi came closer to him and asked, “You don’t like it?”

 

Qi Xi asked this question and Fu Yanchuan didn’t reply until he got out of the car. He thought Fu Yanchuan really didn’t like it, but Fu Yanchuan went to take the flowers away. After going upstairs, he also found a vase and placed it on his desk in his study.

 

He leaned on the door frame and looked in. Fu Yanchuan turned around and spotted him, so he immediately asked: “Brother Yan, do you really like it?”

 

Fu Yanchuan leaned against the desk and waved to Qi Xi. Qi Xi ran to him like a puppy that could only wag its tail, looking at him eagerly with his eyes raised.

 

He suddenly stretched out his hand to pull the person over, placed him in front of the table with the cluster of bright roses, and told him, “Roses are not a sign of gratitude.”

 

“I know, it means I love you.”

 

Qi Xi spoke without any hesitation. He held his breath slightly and asked, “Then what do you mean by giving it to me?”

 

“To express my gratitude to you is like love.”

 

Fu Yanchuan had never heard this statement before. From anyone else, he would have thought it was a deliberately ambiguous hint. Qi Xi insisted on saying to him, “This is my highest level of gratitude!”

 

He moved his hand to Qi Xi’s neck, held it up and touched Qi Xi’s beautiful Adam’s apple. He then let go and said, “Go and eat.”

 

Since his bout with gastroenteritis, Qi Xi has lost the freedom to order. At most, he is asked to specify two ingredients, and the nutritionist must match them.

 

However, Qi Xi is not picky about food most of the time and enjoys eating every day.

 

After dinner, Qi Xi went to paint. Fu Yanchuan was sitting behind his desk even though he was not working. His position was right opposite Qi Xi’s drawing board, so he could clearly see Qi Xi’s paintings.

 

After the refinement of the “Monster Love” painting, he was more shocked than the initial draft. Even though it was a theme full of weird elements, Qi Xi’s colors were still very bright and magnificent. They managed to create the indescribable mystery of the monster. The love that breaks through all obstacles reflects it to those who look at the painting with its rich and strong colors.

 

Usually Qi Xi is too focused on painting and often loses track of time. Fu Yanchuan only tells him to go to bed.

 

It was just 10 o’clock today, and he put away his paintbrush and told Fu Yanchuan that he was going to bed.

 

Fu Yanchuan didn’t move in his seat and replied, “Well, good night.”

 

“Brother Yan.”

 

Qi Xi suddenly faced him in surprise and waited for him to turn his eyes away before saying, “This is the first time you take the initiative to say good night to me.”

 

He didn’t think of a reply. Qi Xi said good night to him as usual and left. The words he hadn’t thought of were stuck in his throat and he had no chance to say them out.

 

Qi Xi ran back to his room and took a quick shower. He then went to Fu Yanchuan’s room.

 

Fu Yanchuan had just come out of the shower, wearing only a bathrobe. He knocked on the door, opened it a crack, stuck his head in, and asked, “Brother Yan, can I come in?”

 

Fu Yanchuan stood by the bed and turned around. Qi Xi had already come in by himself. He closed the door and smiled before walking up to him.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

He asked, and Qi Xi wrapped his hands around his waist and hugged him. He rested his chin on his chest and then raised his face to look up at him. “You.”

 

It was a familiar scene. Fu Yanchuan lowered his eyes motionlessly, waiting for him to continue.

 

Sure enough, after a while, Qi Xi explained himself, “You didn’t say whether you like my flowers or not. I don’t know how to express them. I really, really am thankful for you. You did not only give me a place to live, but you also helped me get back the money I was defrauded and encouraged me.”

 

Qi Xi felt a little sad when he said this, “No one has ever praised me as much as you. This is the first time someone has said those words to me. And on the day we met, you were the first person to say happy birthday to me.”

 

“Don’t cry.”

 

Fu Yanchuan’s fingertips touched the corners of Qi Xi’s eyes, and Qi Xi realized that he was crying. He suddenly rubbed his face against Fu Yanchuan’s chest and said in a muffled voice: “I am your substitute. Didn’t you just find me to replace him? Will I accompany you forever? If so, I’m ready.”

 

“What have you prepared?”

 

Fu Yanchuan’s hands pinched Qi Xi’s waist, imprisoning him in front of him but refused to hug him completely.

 

After a while, Qi Xi raised his face and said to him: “Be mentally prepared, I will definitely not be nervous anymore.”

 

He took a deep breath, moved his hand up Qi Xi’s back, clasped it on Qi Xi’s neck, then lowered his head to Qi Xi’s lips. He sucked on them before leaving it again after a moment.

 

Then, he slowly pulled down Qi Xi’s hand and said, “Go back to sleep.”

 

“You do not want it?”

 

Qi Xi didn’t understand, “Didn’t you kiss me last time? You enjoyed it right?”

 

Fu Yanchuan didn’t say anything. He then asked, “Do you dislike me because I get sick every time?”

 

“No.”

 

“What is it then?”

 

Fu Yanchuan stared at Qi Xi, and after a while he replied: “Go to sleep.”

 

Qi Xi didn’t understand, “What’s the reason?”

 

“Sleep.”

 

Qi Xi’s faith seemed to have collapsed for a moment. Fu Yanchuan’s words made him feel that his relationship with Fu Yanchuan no longer existed, and he was stunned on the spot.

 

“Okay, I’ll go to bed. But…”

 

Qi Xi refused and hugged Fu Yanchuan again, “But you kissed me before, was it not good? Why not again? Am I not like him enough? Tell me what I need to do to be like him!”

 

“You don’t have to be like him. “

 

“Then what should I do?”

 

Fu Yanchuan gently pushed the person away and told him seriously, “Be yourself.”

 

Qi Xi was completely confused. His mind raced for a long time and he still couldn’t figure out what Fu Yanchuan was talking about. His whole face wrinkled up and he said bluntly: “I don’t understand.”

 

“It’s okay, take your time.”

 

Qi Xi still didn’t understand. Fu Yanchuan suddenly came close to him and gently pecked his lips. Then he leaned into his ear and said in a deep voice: “Go to sleep.”

 

“But–“

 

Qi Xi’s ears were turned red because of Fu Yanchuan’s breath. He grabbed the clothes around Fu Yanchuan’s waist and said, “You are so good to me, how can I thank you?”

 

Fu Yanchuan stopped breathing, tilted up Qi Xi’s chin and asked, “Do you really want to thank me?”

 

Qi Xi nodded gently, and Fu Yanchuan suddenly lowered his head, bit his lips, and kissed him. His mouth was invaded at once. Fu Yanchuan’s lips and tongue were entangled with his, and his hands tightened around his waist, holding him tightly. The distance between them was as close as possible.

 

He subconsciously opened his lips and invited Fu Yanchuan more enthusiastically, making Fu Yanchuan feel as if he was about to invade his throat. It wasn’t until his breath ran out that Fu Yanchuan came out and sucked on his lips as a reminder.

 

“Qi Xi, breathe.”

 

He finally remembered the breath he had forgotten. He looked straight at Fu Yanchuan and panted slightly. Fu Yanchuan then said: “You have thanked me.”

 

“That’s all?”

 

“Go to sleep.”

 

Fu Yanchuan let go of his hand, waiting for Qi Xi to leave his confinement. Qi Xi then walked to the door and looked back at him, and finally left his room.

 

Qi Xi returned to the room and still felt that it was not enough, but he didn’t understand what Fu Yanchuan meant. After thinking about it, he decided to ask Xie Hui.

 

Xie Hui just found out that Qi Xi transferred 200,000 to him, and immediately saw the message from Qi Xi.

 

[There is a person who has a first love he couldn’t forget, but doesn’t like him, so he finds a substitute.]

 

[Then he obviously kissed this substitute.]

 

[What do you think he means?]

 

He went back immediately.

 

[Did Fu Yanchuan give you your money?]

 

[Did you kiss him?]

 

[I will return the money to you immediately, and you should return it to him.]

 

He had been trying to reason with Qi Xi a lot during this period, but Qi Xi had decided that Fu Yanchuan was a good person and refused to listen to him. There was nothing he could do if he couldn’t go back.

 

Qi Xi came back after a while.

 

[It’s not me, it’s someone I know. He doesn’t understand, so I’m asking you for him.]

 

[The money was not given by Fu Yanchuan, he got it back for me. I earned it from painting.]

 

Xie Hui read the news about Qi Xi and decided not to expose his lies and took the opportunity to persuade him.

 

[The question you asked means that he is playing with him. You’d better persuade that person to leave as soon as possible. Normal people will not find a substitute!]

 

[Also, how much money do you make from painting? What do you mean by Fu Yanchuan returning it to you?]

 

Qi Xi wanted to tell Xie Hui that he had been deceived by Brother Zha for more than two years, but he realized that he had spilled the beans and quickly came back.

 

[I make money from painting. Let me tell you, I am very good now. Fu Yanchuan said that my paintings can be sold for 100,000 yuan. I have painted a lot in the past two years and earned more than 800,000 yuan.]

 

[Are you serious? Didn’t he lie to you?]

 

[Of course not. I saw the paintings I drew to promote the game. Although I don’t know if there will be more commissions in the future, I will make a lot of money for you to spend in the future!]

 

[Don’t send your money to me, I won’t use it. Show me what game they are advertising your painting.]

 

Xie Hui was distracted about Fu Yanchuan. When he came to his senses and wanted to tell Qi Xi, Qi Xi was already too sleepy to type randomly. He had no choice but to talk to Qi Xi tomorrow.

 

If Qi Xi really found someone willing to take care of him, he would support countless professions of any gender, but that person is Fu Yanchuan, and he treats him like a guinea pig in a laboratory. Even if Fu Yanchuan is temporarily very fond of Qi Xi, how can we guarantee that it will always be this good?

 

What he was worried about was that Qi Xi had given up his feelings, and when Fu Yanchuan turned around and pulled away, only Qi Xi, the idiot, would be deceived along with his heart.

 

[Okay, no more talking, just go to sleep.]

 

[OK, good night.]

 

Qi Xi woke up after a long sleep and saw that Fu Yanchuan had no intention of abandoning him as a substitute, so he threw away his worries for the night.

 

In the next few days, he painted, slept, and ate every day, but Fu Yanchuan never kissed him again. Although he never mentioned the rule of not hugging at home, every time he hugged him, Fu Yanchuan always pushed him away quickly. 

 

But apart from this, Fu Yanchuan was still very kind to him. He felt that Fu Yanchuan was so difficult to understand.

 

At the weekend, he finally finished Bai Peiyong’s painting. Fu Yanchuan returned to Fu’s house the day before. He woke up early in the morning and had nothing to do, so he decided to give the painting to Bai Peiyong.

 

However, he didn’t have Bai Peiyong’s phone number and didn’t know how to contact Bai Peiyong, so he simply took the painting to Jianshan Art Museum.

 

Bai Peiyong graduated from the Academy of Fine Arts, but after graduation he increasingly found that he had no artistic pursuits, only the smell of copper. He resolutely gave up on the art path and turned around to make money from other people’s artistic pursuits.

 

Therefore, he likes to discover young painters with potential. This is how he discovered Qi Xi.

 

Fu Yanchuan called him and asked him about Brother Zha. He thought he would never have a chance to get close to Qi Xi. During this period, he had been feeling very regretful. It was a pity that he could not see such a beautiful man who suited his liking, and it was also a pity that such a shocking talent could not be seen and admired since his paintings are no longer available.

 

But he didn’t expect that when he woke up and just opened the door of the art museum, he would see Qi Xi who was holding the door open and looking in.

 

“Xiao Qixi, what are you doing?”

 

Qi Xi was startled. It was already almost 11 o’clock and the door hadn’t opened yet. He thought it was going out of business. He turned around and saw Bai Peiyong calling him that again. He subconsciously took a step back, “Um, the painting you made an appointment with before. I’ve finished the painting and I’m here to submit it today.”

 

“Did you draw it?”

 

Bai Peiyong stared at Qi Xi in shock. Qiu Yizhou came to him and knew that they planned to sue Brother Zha. He naturally thought that Qi Xi would not continue painting. He couldn’t help but stare at the circle of drawing paper in Qi Xi’s hand. He immediately Said: “Let’s talk after we go in.”

 

He stepped forward to open the door, but Qi Xi suddenly jumped back more than a meter. He said helplessly: “This is a public place, there are cameras everywhere, and I am really not a gangster!”

 

Qi Xi still didn’t believe it. But when Bai Peiyong opened the door, he went in anyway. He handed the painting to Bai Peiyong and immediately stepped back to keep his distance.

 

There was another person with Bai Peiyong. He kept looking at Qi Xi. Seeing Qi Xi being so wary, he couldn’t help but tease Bai Peiyong, “Mr. Bai, what have you done to him?”

 

Qi Xi subconsciously looked at the speaker, who immediately greeted him, “Hello, hello, my name is Cheng Shu, I am Mr. Bai’s classmate, and now I am an animation director. Have you seen “The God of Profoundness”?”

 

“I’ve seen it.”

 

“That’s my work.”

 

After Cheng Shu finished speaking, Bai Peiyong gave him an elbow, “Don’t strike up random conversations, this is the one I told you, Qi Xi. Fu Yanchuan is his brother.”

 

“I’m not you!” Cheng Shu ignored Bai Peiyong and handed a business card to Qi Xi, “Do we have time to have a meal together? Let’s make friends.”

 

“No.”

 

Qi Xi decisively refused, and then said to Bai Peiyong: “Look, if there is no problem with the painting, I will leave.”

 

Cheng Shu looked at Qi Xi and somewhat understood why Bai Peiyong was obsessed with him. He turned to look at Bai Peiyong. Bai Peiyong had already unfolded the painting, and his eyes were stunned for a moment.

 

The glance he made towards the painting made him understand why Bai Peiyong doesn’t want to forget Qi Xi.

 

There are many people who are good at painting, but those painters commonly has already existing styles. Qi Xi’s paintings are probably the kind that are difficult for others to imitate. It is the first time he has seen such magnificent colors used. To express the strange and terrifying dark monster, he couldn’t help but re-examine Qi Xi.

 

Qi Xi waited for a long time, and neither of them spoke. He handed the painting to his client in person for the first time and asked uncertainly: “Is there any problem?”

 

Bai Peiyong looked over with admiration in his eyes, “No, I’m very satisfied. You are really talented. Do you want to consider signing a contract with our art museum?”

 

“I do not wish to consider.”

 

Qi Xi refused without thinking again, “If there is no problem, I will leave. Goodbye!”

 

Cheng Shu and Bai Peiyong watched Qi Xi go out, then suddenly come back at the door, took out his drawing book and walked to Cheng Shu, “I like ‘The God of Profoundness’ very much, can you sign it for me?”

 

“I can.”

 

Cheng Shu took the drawing book, signed it gracefully and returned it. Qi Xi solemnly took it with both hands and said, “Thank you.”

 

“That can-“

 

“Goodbye, I’m leaving.”

 

Qi Xi didn’t listen to what Cheng Shu had to say, so he stuffed the drawing book back into his bag and left immediately.

 

When Cheng Shu saw someone going out, he asked Bai Peiyong, “What on earth have you done to him? To make him reject us like this.”

 

Bai Peiyong clicked his tongue, admired Qi Xi’s paintings and left.

 

Cheng Shu hurriedly caught up, “Mr. Bai, how about you think about what I told you?”

 

“No, I’m a businessman and I’m not interested in having any ideas with you.”

 

“Don’t be like this, ideas don’t necessarily mean they won’t make money! If it hits the box office, you’ll become rich overnight.”

 

Bai Peiyong still firmly refused, “I don’t believe it. It’s too difficult to make an animated movie now. It’s time-consuming and labor-intensive. It takes several years to make it. Even if the box office is good, it won’t make much money in a year.”

 

“Can you pursue it a little bit?”

 

“I cannot.”

 

After Qi Xi handed in the painting, he had nothing to do. The driver sent him to the art museum. He asked the driver to leave first. It took a long time.

 

I took the subway unexpectedly.

 

As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the subway station, someone suddenly stood in front of him. He looked over and met Qi Zhounan’s face.

 

Although Qi Zhounan was only 14 years old, he was almost as tall as him. He froze in front of him like a statue and called him, “Brother.”

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“I’m coming to find you.”

 

Qi Xi almost forgot that he had a younger brother. He looked at Qi Zhounan and asked, “What do you want from me? I have nothing to do with your family anymore.”

 

Qi Zhounan said as if he was angry: “You wanted to disown me?”

 

Qi Xi actually doesn’t hate Qi Zhounan, and Qi Zhounan has never done anything to him. But as the favored one in the family, he will naturally feel sad when he sees Qi Zhounan.

 

He didn’t want to pay attention to Qi Zhounan, and he didn’t want to pay attention to him, so he walked around, but Qi Zhounan grabbed him and said, “Dad asked me to come to you.”

 

Qi Xi finally stopped, and Qi Zhounan said to him: “He found out about your grandpa’s house being sold and asked me to come find you and let you go back.”

 

He had already accepted the fact that he had no home, but he suddenly became unhappy when he heard Qi Zhounan’s words. He had been out for more than a month, and Qi Feng only remembered him. It was better not to remember him.

 

He shook off Qi Zhounan’s hand and said, “I’m not going back. I have a place to live even if it’s not my home. Don’t come looking for me.”

 

“Elder brother!”

 

Qi Zhounan called out, but Qi Xi had already run into the subway station. He stayed where he was and did not catch up.

 

Qi Xi entered the subway station, stood among the passers-by, picked up his mobile phone to call Fu Yanchuan.

 

After the call was connected, it took a while for Fu Yanchuan to answer the call. Fu Yanchuan only said a soft “hmm”.

 

He instantly said in an aggrieved voice: “Brother Yan, where are you? Can you come pick me up?”