Chapter 73 Interruption
After hesitating for two seconds, Jian Chi put down the hand that wanted to push Shao Hang away. It was a little stiff and hesitantly hung in the air.
“No.” Shao Hang leaned against his ear and said in a breath.
Jian Chi didn’t refer to his answer, but he already had a positive answer in his heart. He lowered his hand and patted his back, “If you have something, sit down and talk about it. Let me go first.”
The usual Shao Hang was already very difficult, and he should get even worse when he is drunk. What Jian Chi didn’t expect was that Shao Hang was silent for a while, and really did let go of his arm. His sudden obedience made Jian Chi stunned for a while. It seems that being drunk is not a bad thing.
“Did you go to the morning freshman ceremony?”
Shao Hang rubbed his hair and spit out a word: “No.”
Jian Chi was not surprised. If Shao Hang had gone, the ceremony in the morning would not have ended so peacefully. He asked, “Why not?”
“I’m afraid I won’t be able to bear it anymore,” Shao Hang looked into Jian Chi’s eyes, mixed with alcohol-smothered composure, “I would make a move like last time.”
This answer had no end or beginning, but Jian Chi somehow understood what Shao Hang meant. No wonder Zhang Yang was able to say with such certainty that Shao Hang had a bad relationship with his family. This response should be enough to make the whole school realize this.
“It means that you have made the right choice this time,” Jian Chi felt that he should comfort Shao Hang due to this, but he did not know how to comfort him, let alone how to deal with Shao Hang, who was still not awake. He continued after a while. “Do you feel better now?”
Shao Hang didn’t know if he heard what he said. He nodded, shook his head again, frowned, and seemed to be holding his temples in a particularly uncomfortable way. Jian Chi guessed that the alcohol had come up. He went to support Shao Hang, who was unstable, and accompanied him to sit by the wall. When he wanted to stand up, Shao Hang grabbed his arm and raised his weakened sharp eyes to stare at him. There was a layer of dim fog, “It hurts.”
Jian Chi stopped standing up and sat next to Shao Hang after two seconds, “I know you’re uncomfortable, but I don’t have any medicine. Are you going to the infirmary?”
“Don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“It’s not a hospital, it’s an infirmary.”
“I don’t want to go to the hospital,” Shao Hang emphasized twice, his voice getting lower and lower, “I hate it there.”
Of course Jian Chi wouldn’t bother with a drunk person, and agreed: “Okay, don’t go to the hospital.”
Shao Hang’s eyes darkened as if he had hit a precarious string, “They said the same thing at the time.”
“Who are they?”
This question seemed very ordinary to Jian Chi, but it made Shao Hang silent. Leaning against the wall, lowering his head to the side, and breathing weakly almost next to Jian Chi’s ear, his words were cold: “People who want money.”
He didn’t know if it was because of these words, or because of the warm breath on his earlobe, Jian Chi’s heart beated two more beats, as if he had been hit by something. He heard Shao Hang continue to speak, suppressed in calmness: “Three days, I ate and lived with them in that filthy basement. They wanted to kill me, or cut off something and send it for ransom, but I don’t know why they didn’t do it. Maybe they were afraid that once I died, they couldn’t get the money.”
Jian Chi couldn’t be sure of what he heard, let alone interrupt.
“When the police arrived, it had been a day since the wound was infected, and the bleeding couldn’t stop. My father was in the police car and didn’t even look at me. He told the police who wanted to contact the ambulance that this small injury was irrelevant. “
Shao Hang’s brows twitched, as if evoking the scabbed old wound, the pain was piercing.
“This sentence, I also heard in those three days. One of them wanted to cut off my ear, luckily, I avoided it, the knife almost stabbed me in the eye, and the other came to stop him, saying I can’t go to the hospital now. If I bleed and die, they can’t get the money.”
Jian Chi moved his fingers and was startled that the cold air around him had seeped into his bones. He wanted to say something, but he felt that Shao Hang had said enough and clearly he felt confusion and panic.
“Others who experienced this kind of thing should have post traumatic stress disorder. I have been seeing a psychiatrist for the past six months. Because I am not sick, he thinks this is the disease,” Shao Hang sneered, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or feeling ridiculous, “He doesn’t know, the two of them make me feel more sick than that kidnapping.”
Until the words fell, Jian Chi moved his lips and finally found his voice: “…how long ago?”
“I can’t remember, it’s been a long time,” Shao Hang met Jian Chi’s eyes and hooked the corners of his lips without warmth, more like answering himself, “every time I see his face, I will think of those three days. The funny thing is that they didn’t realize I was missing until a day later. Why are there such parents in the world? Why would they dare to ask me for forgiveness?”
It was difficult to suppress the overflowing hostility word by word, and Shao Hang’s heavy breathing made the air thin. Jian Chi met his gaze. As if he saw the thorns of the trapped beast, he said, “You are right, they are not worthy of being parents.”
The firm voice penetrated the thick wall in an instant. Shao Hang’s eyes seemed to be a little clear for a short time, he lowered his head to rest it on Jian Chi’s shoulder, and let out an inexplicable chuckle from his nose, “Did I just say that? Did I talk too much?”
“It’s the first time I’ve spoken to anyone about this other than a psychiatrist.”
Jian Chi felt a lot of weight on his shoulders, “Don’t worry, I will keep it a secret for you.”
“You’re right, I seem to be a little drunk.”
Probably because of the uncomfortable posture, Shao Hang moved, and his slightly hoarse voice slowly entered his ears.
“One more thing, you’re right.”
Jian Chi turned his head and found Shao Hang staring at him with his dark eyes at some point, so close that he could even see him in his pupils. His heart skipped a beat, “What?”
“I admit that I like you a little bit.”
Shao Hang bit each word hard, his face gradually enlarged in front of his eyes, and before Jian Chi regained his senses, two pieces of warmth were suddenly pressed on his lips. His breathing intertwined, and the second half of the sentence fell in his ear with a strong whisper: “I agree for you to be my boyfriend.”
Jian Chi’s next words were all blocked in this irrefutable kiss. At this moment, he suspected that the pitiful Shao Hang earlier was an illusion.
In his daze, Shao Hang had already pressed down on him and deepened the kiss, not allowing him to refuse. Jian Chi tried to shut his teeth, but the price was getting more and more breathless. Compared to the shock and disgust he had in the pool last time, this time his mind was as blank as if it had crashed. Suddenly, a ray of light leaked from the other side, breaking the sticky and hot air. The voice above was accompanied by a question that was cold to the point of freezing.
“What are you guys doing?”
Taking advantage of Shao Hang’s distracted moment, Jian Chi pushed him away and sat up, turned to look at the backlit door and saw Shen Shuting’s extremely ugly face.
Shao Hang: Just couple things that don’t need your governance.