After Rebirth: What Should I Do if My Boyfriend Has a Boyfriend?

Chapter 19

Chu Jiari held an ice cream to Chu Chuan’s lips, blocking his gaze. Jiang Yiyou tilted his head and stared at Chu Chuan’s hand naturally hanging beside him.

The crowd was bustling, and Chu Chuan’s hand was soon obscured in his sight. He desperately wanted to withdraw his gaze, but the person blocking Chu Chuan took a step forward. Suddenly, Jiang Yiyou opened his eyes wide and saw—

The hand slowly lifted up and caught the ice cream in Chu Jiari’s hand.

The sound of the guitar stopped abruptly, and he sat down on a stone chair in the shade with his guitar in his arms, took out a lollipop from his pocket, peeled off the icing and put it in his mouth.

He didn’t want the mint candy, but the ice cream Chu Jiari bought. Obviously I don’t like sticky sweets like ice cream, and I am used to eating Watsons mints when I quit smoking.

In this way, he probably loses when he loses. It’s not that he didn’t do what he liked, but the person who gave the sweets had the weight in Chu Chuan’s heart, and he was far inferior to the person who sent the ice cream.

Even his childhood sweetheart’s status was far inferior, Jiang Yi put his chin on the guitar handle, looking at the river in the distance and sighing helplessly.

I also missed the look in Chu Chuan’s thoughtful look back.

While licking the ice cream, Chu Jiari complained angrily about Jiang Yiyou’s persistence. Chu Chuan ate the ice cream in his hand in two or three bites, frowned out a box of candy from his pocket, and threw a pill in his mouth, “You can eat it yourself in the future, don’t buy it for me.”

Chu Jiari licked his lips, and his eyes fell on the green sugar box in his hand, “Brother Chuan, why do you suddenly want to quit smoking?”

Chu Chuan paused with his hand on the sugar box, and after a long time he answered in a perfunctory manner: “If you want to quit, you can quit. Where are so many reasons?”

Chu Jiari believed that it was true, and didn’t ask much, obviously he was fooled like this. Chu Chuan subconsciously raised his head and rubbed his eyebrows. In fact, even he has not yet figured out why he suddenly wanted to quit smoking.

Although he is not very addicted to cigarettes, anyone who comes into contact with him up close can smell the faint smell of smoke on his body. It’s just that he stays in the boys’ pile all the time, and almost everyone around him smokes, and he doesn’t care about this little thing.

Chu Chuan was surprised for a second. In a sense, the answer he just said to Chu Jiari can be regarded as a heartfelt truth. He didn’t know why he had to quit smoking, but on that day, he suddenly thought about it.

Instinctively realized that he should quit smoking.

After the sun set, Jiang Yiyou and Evan collected the guitar and ended the role-playing of street singers. He carried his guitar and sat down on the bank of the river. Wait for a grand fireworks.

The last time I was crowded into a crowd of noisy people to watch fireworks was in the United States. On Independence Day of the United States in July, the city where the university is located prepares a grand fireworks celebration.

Jiang Yi, an Asian born and raised in China, mixed with blonde Americans, climbed to the highest point in the city, waiting for a gorgeous but fleeting firework.

It can be regarded as healed his regret. Even if it comes one after another, there are even greater regrets. The people who should have been with him not only didn’t know him, they were separated by a hemisphere, a vast ocean, and a fourteen-hour time difference.

When I traveled to Japan with Chu Chuan, it coincided with the summer vacation in July and August, and I was lucky enough to encounter Japan’s summer fireworks festival.

Only on the day of the fireworks festival, Jiang Yiyou missed it because he overslept. Before getting into the bed, Jiang Yiyou specially instructed Chu Chuan: “You want me to get up two hours before the fireworks festival begins.”

Chu Chuan was lying in the sun on a deck chair in the courtyard. At sunset, he got up and went to the bedroom to ask Jiang Yiyou to get up. Called a name, no one answered. She shouted again, but no one responded.

Chu Chuan walked to Jiang Yiyou’s tatami and sat down cross-legged, stretched out his hand to pat the opponent’s face, and whispered: “Jiang Yiyou, the sun has already set. If you don’t get up, you should be late.”

Jiang Yiyou closed his eyes, rubbed his face against Chu Chuan’s generous palm, muttering unconsciously, “Brother Chuan, don’t bother me.”

Chu Chuan didn’t hear clearly, he bent down on the floor with one hand, and moved his ear to his mouth, “What did you say?”

Jiang Yiyou pursed his mouth in his sleep, subconsciously kissed the other party’s ear, then unconsciously raised his arms around Chu Chuan’s neck, and suddenly pressed down.

Without paying attention, Chu Chuan was directly pressed on Jiang Yiyou’s body.

Chu Chuan: “…”

Looking across the faint green shadow in the bottom of his eyes, Chu Chuan stretched out his thumb and slightly hardened his fingertips, scraping across Jiang Yiyou’s eyes. Then he sighed silently, took off Jiang Yiyou’s arms around his neck, rolled over and got down from him, lifted his quilt, and squeezed in without any explanation.

One hand wrapped Jiang Yiyou’s waist from behind, pressed the person into his arms, and then closed his eyes.

When Jiang Yiyou woke up, his vision was pitch black, and only the lone moonlight wandered on the window edge. His waist was tightly hugged, and his pillow was robbed in half. The instigator closed his eyes and slept soundly, like a sleeping beauty.

Jiang Yiyou suddenly woke up, yelled, sat up, rolled over and rode on Sleeping Beauty’s chest, and angrily pinched both cheeks of Sleeping Beauty.

The Sleeping Beauty woke up leisurely, with his hands separated from the thin cloth, touched the bulging butterfly bones on his back, rubbed it back and forth twice, and then pressed the person on her chest, “It’s nighttime, it’s not honest to sleep ghosts what?”

Jiang Yiyou raised his waist and couldn’t get up from Chu Chuan, so he bit his lower lip and grind his teeth like angrily. “Didn’t you say that you could wake me up?! Not only did you not call me,” Also grab my pillow and quilt!”

The more he complained, the more aggrieved, and thinking that he might have missed the only fireworks show in his life, Jiang Yiyou was so angry that his eyelashes flicked, meaning aggrieved.

Chu Chuan moved his heart when he saw it, stretched out a finger to draw his cicada-winged eyelashes, and said absently, “Then make up for you now.”

Jiang Yiyou’s expression was slightly startled, and his sleepy brain couldn’t turn around, “…how to make up for it?”

Chu Chuan: “I’ll set off a firework for you.”

Jiang Yiyou was surprised at first, then wondered. Wait, when will Brother Chuan be romantic? Is this still his boyfriend? Jiang Yi stretched out his hand in fear and touched Chu Chuan’s face, then relieved his heart.

He wanted to put down his hand, but Chu Chuan firmly held his wrist and pressed it under the opponent. Jiang Yiyou was stunned when he started with a fiery stiff.

Chu Chuan sat up holding him and snorted, “Want to see? Fireworks.”

Jiang Yiyou crawled out of Chu Chuan’s arms with a look of panic, “Don’t watch, don’t watch.”