Part 3
Tang Yue shook his head. Perhaps this word carried too many of his beautiful memories, and his sea-like clear eyes were enough to drown the interviewer.
Jiang Shulu didn’t interrupt, quietly standing to the side, pretending to take a sip of coffee.
“It’s a flower made of copper sheets, that kind of copper-yellow flower. If you can insert a silver aluminum sheet as decoration, it would look even better.”
It sounded more like a handmade bouquet. The reporter nodded and asked, “Does it have a special meaning for you?”
It was unknown what Tang Yue thought of, but the young man’s hand subconsciously made a pinching motion, and he said nervously and shyly, “To me, that’s love.”
“It’s…”
It was well known that Tang Yue hadn’t gone to much school.
Fans felt sorry for his past, and many had suggested to Clear Sky Media to find a teacher to teach Tang Yue.
On the other hand, anti-fans seized this point and relentlessly attacked him, saying that he was completely unrelated to a quality idol and was a stain on Away.
Even someone with a strong mentality like Yao Lixin occasionally found it hard to bear the negative comments, but for some reason, Tang Yue’s tolerance was very high.
Or rather, he didn’t need to tolerate it at all. He just felt it was boring and didn’t take it to heart.
“A lifetime of liking,” Tang Yue said.
The young man answered with sincerity, even though this answer was particularly contradictory when placed with the previous one.
A short-lived love, a lifetime of liking.
For a reporter who had interviewed many couples who were loving on the surface but had broken up in private, and couples who were just in a cooperative relationship, her instinct was the first to judge that this was Tang Yue’s true feeling.
Even though it was so unrealistic, it was a little too pure, and it was hard not to have a sense of longing because of Tang Yue’s words.
It was as if, coming from Tang Yue’s mouth, you would subconsciously think—
What if?
What if there is such a liking?
Even if he was a well-known illegitimate son, even if his mother had traveled across the ocean to find love but failed, the mixed-race young man was all alone, but he still had a quiet but vibrant vitality.
It easily made people see his longing.
For love and family.
Eight years later, in a tent on an island, Jiang Shulu couldn’t help but ask Tang Yue, “Are your sister and brother-in-law good to you?”
The five-year time difference was really too big, enough for a child to be born from the stomach, to go from babbling to learning to walk, to speaking clearly and saying “I like you.”
It was also enough for Jiang Shulu to toss and turn, and to realize it too late.
He was guilty, and even though the assessment of his ace was flawless, he was still afraid that he couldn’t give Tang Yue a perfect future.
“My sister is very good, I’m not familiar with my brother-in-law.”
Tang Yue naturally lay down, lying on the other side of Jiang Shulu, trying his best to make room for Tang Mian in the middle.
“I only saw my brother-in-law for the first time at the seaside last time.”
Jiang Shulu knew that Liang Yi was married, and it seemed to be her second marriage.
“I saw that my brother-in-law is very considerate, he even warms up the bed for my sister.”
Jiang Shulu raised an eyebrow. From what he knew of Liang Yi, it was hard not to think in the direction of a sugar baby relationship.
“Have you and my sister met?”
Jiang Shulu hummed in acknowledgment.
“She’s very good to me, you don’t have to worry.”
“Was it her who arranged for you to leave back then?”
Tang Yue nodded. “Something happened at that time, I couldn’t delay it…”
His voice got lighter and lighter. He still felt that this kind of occasion was not suitable for a loud confession of Tang Mian’s origins.
Jiang Shulu had suspected it last time, and this time he was probably certain.
“Have you met before?”
Tang Yue shook his head. “No.”
Jiang Shulu didn’t ask what couldn’t be delayed. He just quietly looked at Tang Yue in the hazy light of the night light.
But Tang Yue leaned over, cupped Jiang Shulu’s face, and asked, “Brother, have you had a bad time these past few years?”
That hug gave Tang Yue a deep impression, easily reminding him of the silent Jiang Shulu in the dead of night.
Tang Yue had thought that the main love interest would redeem the main male lead, but that didn’t happen at all. Jiang Shulu seemed to be even worse than before.
Right, Liu Xichao had gone to heal Jiang He.
The book he thought he had transmigrated into was actually written by a fan in this world. Just now, Tang Yue had searched for a lot of old artifacts and found that they all lined up with the plot in his mind.
No wonder the writing was half-truthful, with a lot of supplementary content.
After all, they were just fans, and what they saw were all superficial things. A gentle Liu Xichao was not gentle, and although Jiang Shulu was from a noble family, he wasn’t as all-powerful as the book described.
Tang Yue’s heart was heavy, and he felt that he was really too stupid.
He was a little sad, his heart was beating a little abnormally, and at this time, he endured it very painfully, and finally, he kissed Jiang Shulu very hard.
It was a little too emotional, and the sound of the kiss was particularly crisp, making Jiang Shulu a little surprised, and he looked at Tang Yue with a fresh gaze.
“What are you looking at?”
He mumbled, “Can’t I kiss my boyfriend?”
“Is it just a boyfriend?”
Just now, Tang Yue had opened a pack of white peach-flavored mouthwash. The taste of the kiss still lingered in Jiang Shulu’s senses. Jiang Shulu hugged Tang Yue, leaned in, and asked again, “Hmm?”
“For now, it’s a boyfriend.”
In the future, it could be the other half of a marriage certificate, a partner, a husband, or even a wife.
Tang Yue felt it was too close again, and wanted to pull back, and was even more afraid of startling Tang Mian, so he froze. In the end, it became the posture of Tang Mian just now, lying in Jiang Shulu’s arms.
It was a bit like a father coaxing a child.
“I’m leaving tomorrow night.”
“I know, you’re going to your grandfather’s birthday banquet.”
“The show said it will be on a five-day break.”
Tang Yue hummed again.
He drilled into Jiang Shulu’s arms, clearly loving this kind of hug.
Before, Tang Yue was also like this when he hugged Tang Mian. Now, the child was covered with a cashmere blanket, and the adults squeezing into one blanket was a bit small.
“Do you want to go with me?”
Having someone in his arms made Jiang Shulu feel like a certain missing piece of his heart had been filled.
He asked with some hesitation, partly because he was concerned about Tang Yue’s previous evasion of his family.
Secondly, he was worried about the other people at the banquet, and Zhu Qiong’s attitude, which might make Tang Yue feel at a loss.
“My sister is going.”
“I know, so what about you?”
Tang Yue’s voice was muffled. “I’m not going. After the five-day break, and before we move to the next location, I can take Xiao Mie to play for a while.”
Tang Yue lied with great trepidation, glad that he was now nestled in Jiang Shulu’s arms.
But he still had to find something to pinch, so he pulled at the drawstring of Jiang Shulu’s pajama pants.
This answer was within Jiang Shulu’s expectations, but he didn’t expect Tang Yue to be so bored as to do this, wrapping the drawstring around his finger, one circle after another, getting tighter and tighter.
Jiang Shulu let out a muffled groan and complained in Tang Yue’s ear, “It’s too tight.”
Tang Yue was startled and suddenly let go, hurriedly going to look at Jiang Shulu’s pants.
His hand fumbled around, and Jiang Shulu had to grab his hand, saying a little helplessly, “Do you have to be like this?”
Fortunately, the blanket was covering them, and the camera was off.
But Jiang Shulu still couldn’t take it.
He was dissatisfied with his current life, dissatisfied with his current identity, dissatisfied that he still didn’t have what he wanted.
He must, must wrap things up as soon as possible.
The cage called “the grace of raising,” fundamentally violated his birth mother’s expectations for him, and the truth Jiang Shulu had learned the year before last that made him miserable.
Jiang Shulu’s voice echoed in Tang Yue’s ear, making Tang Yue involuntarily think of that day, when Jiang Shulu was also complaining like this.
The seemingly self-sufficient and secure captain was not gentle in bed. He was the one who was invading brutally, but his tone was full of grievance.
Things like “too cute,” “too tight,” “too scratchy,” and so on, were another side of Jiang Shulu that no one would believe if Tang Yue told them.
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