Part 3
Tang Yue was mercilessly pushed away by his son.
When they got to the street, he still looked listless, but he didn’t let go of Jiang Shulu’s hand; perhaps he knew he couldn’t break free, so he gave up.
But this scene was quite comical.
Jiang Shulu looked like someone meticulous; he always looked dignified; during the group’s active period, no one had ever seen him look disheveled.
He always walked with his back straight, as if he would never lower his head.
Tang Yue was the complete opposite of Jiang Shulu.
He lacked dignity and was full of dejection; he wasn’t necessarily listless, but he couldn’t be stopped even if he wanted to be lazy.
If this were during the group’s active period, Jiang Shulu might remind Tang Yue not to walk like that.
One pulling the other, Tang Yue’s back was bent, walking reluctantly.
It was as if he was completely disheartened by Tang Mian; it almost made people think of hopelessness.
“Hilarious, is it just because he was disliked by his son? Why does he look so downcast?”
“Jiang Shulu’s hands are so big, or are Tang Yue’s hands too small?”
“Don’t give close-ups! I don’t know what I think I’m watching!”
“You two are holding hands and walking like this; even people on the roadside have stopped to look!”
“Jiang Shulu, are you also enjoying this? Don’t secretly smile.”
Even if Tang Yue was thin, he was still a grown man.
Jiang Shulu couldn’t help but be amused by his appearance; it was difficult for him to maintain his usual composure.
At this time, the shops by the creek had their lights on; there were also people walking along the river embankment; Tang Yue was muttering with his head down when a dog suddenly appeared in front of him; they made brief eye contact for a few seconds.
Seeing that the white dog was about to approach, Tang Yue suddenly stood up straight.
Jiang Shulu was about to pat his shoulder, but Tang Yue’s sudden movement changed the pat into a hug; Tang Yue met Jiang Shulu’s gaze.
He blurted out: “Captain, why are you hugging me?”
“Is it my illusion, it feels like these two are always pulling each other.”
“So strange! How come someone like Jiang Shulu doesn’t have a partner? It’s amazing, it seems that chaebols either get married young or have children everywhere without being married.”
“Jiang Shulu looks like someone terrifyingly self-disciplined; it fits his name; if he really gets married, he would be a model husband.”
“These questions are meaningless! Is there anything more shocking than Tang Yue being a father? Except for Jiang Shulu immediately marrying Tang Yue, there won’t be a more exaggerated development.”
“Tang Yue has already (seemingly) confessed to Jiang Shulu, what’s impossible?”
“I think Tang Yue is an expert in fooling people.”
Jiang Shulu: “Isn’t it okay?”
He originally wanted to explain that he didn’t intend to do this, but Tang Yue asked this way, Jiang Shulu felt it was too formulaic and boring.
He thought the suppressed fire had been ignited by Tang Yue again; Jiang Shulu wasn’t satisfied at all.
He wasn’t without desires; he had too many desires; before he met Tang Yue again, they were well-sealed, but in this strange place, they burned intensely.
Tang Yue was stunned by this straightforwardness: “O-okay.”
He lowered his head and twisted his fingers.
In Jiang Shulu’s impression, Tang Yue’s hands were like green onions; they looked slender and white.
The garbage sorting on Planet 9787 wasn’t as primitive as it was in this world; it wasn’t hard labor either; the hardest thing Tang Yue had ever done was adding oil to the sorting machines.
Occasionally, his hands would be full of oil; he would often wash them for a long time and then stare blankly outside.
There was almost no life on the planet besides humans; it was very desolate; Tang Yue heard his parents say that everyone was the descendants of sinners, so they were exiled here.
But over time, even sinners developed classes and became unequal.
Most of the plants and animals on the planet were made of machinery.
Only the upper class could come into contact with living things.
But there was another way, which was to go to other planets.
The tickets for spaceships were very expensive; with Tang Yue’s salary from sorting garbage, it would take at least 76 years to save enough.
Tang Yue chose to give up.
Fortunately, technology was very advanced; holographic games also had flowers, plants, trees, water birds, and fish, enough to temporarily satisfy everyone’s needs.
Even on that kind of planet, Tang Yue had still witnessed love.
The copper flower bouquet his father made for his mother, the passionate kiss, was enough to shape Tang Yue’s view of love.
It was a passionate kiss after a long journey, a love poem on the petals of a copper flower bouquet.
Love couldn’t fill one’s stomach, but it could fill one’s heart.
Jiang Shulu reached out his hand: “Hold my hand.”
Tang Yue let out a surprised sound and looked at Jiang Shulu in surprise.
Jiang Shulu: “I see you seem to prefer holding other people’s hands; weren’t you holding Xiao Mie’s hand before? He’s still young; what if his hands don’t grow bigger because you’re holding them?”
His voice was full of laughter; from behind, Jiang Shulu had broad shoulders and a narrow waist; even though Tang Yue was also wearing a large coat, when they stood together, Jiang Shulu still looked much more stable.
Jiang Shulu: “You even hold people’s ears while sleeping; doesn’t Xiao Mie find it annoying?”
He found it funnier and funnier, “How well you hide it, I didn’t discover this hobby of yours before.”
When this fell into the ears of the audience, it carried a faint trace of tenderness.
It didn’t seem like what people in their current relationship would say; it seemed…
“I don’t even talk to my boyfriend like this… tsk, so mushy.”
“I suggest everyone go watch Jiang Shulu’s speech at a certain university before, heh, it’s completely different.”
“Jiang Shulu isn’t cold, but do you think he’s gentle when he smiles? That’s politeness! It feels like he doesn’t have many friends.”
“Does Tang Yue have friends? (dog head)”
Tang Yue: “I’ve never slept with the captain before.”
After saying this, he felt that the sentence was strange: “I didn’t do this when sleeping with the other brothers either.”
Still strange.
Tang Yue: “I only do this to people like Xiao Mie.”
Jiang Shulu: “But I’m not Xiao Mie.”
Tang Yue didn’t realize that he had been pulled forward by Jiang Shulu; his attention was completely diverted; he even really played with Jiang Shulu’s hand.
The feel was different from the soft touch of a child, and different from his own.
The texture of the skin, the lines, the calluses on the fingertips…
If he remembered correctly, the captain had another hobby, was it ice hockey or something else?
Anyway, Tang Yue hated sports; training for dancing was tiring enough; he couldn’t understand how Jiang Shulu had the energy to play sports.
It was these fingers that had touched his lips at that time, unhesitatingly probing in, mixed with alcohol.
Jiang Shulu was still paying attention to the shops on the road; the program team had reminded him that there was something he wanted to buy on this street.
But the touch of his fingers was really too irritating; Tang Yue’s touch wasn’t an ordinary touch.
It was with rubbing, as if he was outlining the texture of the skin one by one. For anyone else, Jiang Shulu wouldn’t let them get close, let alone touch him.
But Tang Yue’s touch was too torturous, making Jiang Shulu suddenly feel that the creek wind was hot, burning him with a strange desire.
Jiang Shulu: “Tang Yue.”
Tang Yue was still in a daze; he didn’t realize that he had almost been hugged from being held on the shoulder; he didn’t notice Jiang Shulu’s somewhat ambiguous gaze.
“This look alone would make me think of certain things.”
“Who said before that Jiang Shulu x Tang Yue is hard to ship! Damn! It was me—I was wrong.”
“The program team knows too much, close-ups, where is this finger-touching, it’s clearly flirting, Tang Yue, do you know how attractive you are?”