Chapter 28: Grandpa
“Okay, as long as you can be at ease.”
Wen Ling’s brain was messy. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like after he and Cheng Ge went to school, so he couldn’t voice other demands, only saying, “Then you have to agree to whatever requests I make later.”
“I’ll try my best.” Cheng Ge left himself a way out.
Probably because of excessive unease, Wen Ling’s body was trembling slightly, so he didn’t notice these small details.
Actually, Cheng Ge didn’t know why Wen Ling would be so scared and uneasy, but he still habitually pulled the person into his arms, hugging tighter than just now, stroking Wen Ling’s back, kissing the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes.
“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”
“Hmph…” The voice was very small and muffled, mixed with grievance. Wen Ling was throwing a small tantrum again, yet his hands still hugged Cheng Ge’s waist very tightly.
Cheng Ge inexplicably wanted to laugh. When Wen Ling got angry now, it really wasn’t painful or itchy, like he was just battling with himself.
By the time Wen Ling’s emotions completely calmed down and he had fallen asleep, Cheng Ge checked the time. It was almost 3 AM.
Finally accomplishing a big matter stuck in his heart for a long time, he felt relaxed all over. Looking at the soundly sleeping Wen Ling, he surprisingly didn’t even feel the guy was annoying.
Cheng Ge held Wen Ling and slowly lay down, touching Wen Ling’s lips very lightly. After kissing him, he stunned himself. Feeling baffling—why kiss the little lunatic when he’s asleep!?
Cheng Ge’s eyeballs rolled around, finally coming to the conclusion that he was used to acting. As long as Wen Ling performed well, he had to give a rewarding hug or kiss.
Mn, that’s it.
Although Wen Ling agreed to let Cheng Ge return to school, Cheng Ge could detect that Wen Ling was very unhappy, always feeling Wen Ling was openly sulking.
Cheng Ge felt that Wen Ling agreeing to let him return to school was already huge progress. He didn’t dare annoy Wen Ling at all, and even developed a baffled sense of guilt, as if the little lunatic had really suffered some grievance.
Making Cheng Ge’s conscience inexplicably guilty. Most importantly, Wen Ling developed a fever in the morning for no apparent reason. Cheng Ge became even more submissive to Wen Ling, more proactive with kisses and hugs, fearing the person would be unhappy.
After Wen Ling finished the porridge, Cheng Ge cleared the bowl and chopsticks and washed them. Wiping his hands dry, he came out and asked, “Want to cut your hair now? or wait until you feel better tomorrow to cut?”
Wen Ling blinked very slowly, unknown if thinking. After a while, he had an answer: “I want to cut now.”
“Okay.”
Cheng Ge prepared the scissors, moved a small stool, pulled the person to the bathroom, and started snip snip cutting, very seriously.
Finished cutting, Cheng Ge gently turned Wen Ling’s face to admire for a moment, feeling this person was indeed good-looking.
When the hair was longer, there was a melancholic feel. Cut short, he looked very boyish, like a simple, aloof male college student. Even with the deadly bowl cut, there was a cute vibe.
Cheng Ge was startled by his own inner drama. A moment later, he thought naturally, these were of course due to his good skills. He only thought it looked good because of the added sense of achievement.
Wen Ling saw Cheng Ge holding his face without moving, as if dazing off: “What are you doing, done cutting?”
“Done,” Cheng Ge wanted Wen Ling to see the effect himself, but remembering there was absolutely no mirror here, hesitated a moment, then asked: “Why are there no mirrors in the house?”
“Don’t want mirrors.” Wen Ling answered crisply.
“Why?”
“Hate mirrors.”
Cheng Ge wanted to pursue why he hated mirrors, but afraid of annoying Wen Ling who was already in a bad mood, he didn’t continue asking.
“Alright,” Cheng Ge smoothed Wen Ling’s hair, praising sincerely: “Good looking.”
Wen Ling looked up at Cheng Ge’s expression, frowning very slightly, eyes fifty-fifty confusion and disbelief, but ultimately said nothing.
After lunch and washing the dishes, probably due to the fever, Wen Ling was already taking a nap.
Cheng Ge went over and beeped the forehead thermometer on Wen Ling’s forehead. “37.2.”
Temperature went down a bit, but still feverish.
Cheng Ge got a fever cooling patch from the medicine chest and applied it to Wen Ling. Ever since Cheng Ge woke up from feigning death, Cheng Ge suggested Wen Ling get a medicine chest for emergencies. Unexpectedly, Wen Ling really got a medicine chest, and the equipment was quite complete.
After tucking Wen Ling in, Cheng Ge left the room, cleaned the living room randomly, studied for a while, exercised for half an hour sweating all over, rested for a period, then went to the bathroom to shower.
Dazed for a while, got up to clean the living room again, wiping the table. Actually, there was nothing to clean; usually, the robot handled it all. But Cheng Ge just felt bored and wanted to find something to do.
It was strange too. When Wen Ling hung around in front of him all day, he felt annoyed and stifled. When Wen Ling stopped clinging to him, he also felt annoyed, and bored. He didn’t know what the hell he was annoyed about.
Cheng Ge remembered he had a phone, thinking about surfing the web to relieve boredom, or playing a game to satisfy his craving, since he hadn’t played much after getting the phone.
Cheng Ge clicked on WeChat first. Still no one looking for him, forcing another sigh about how the original host was really a transparent person with zero presence.
Browsed Moments, then looked back at the original host’s chat history, dorm groups, understanding the original host’s original interpersonal relationships well, to avoid slip-ups when getting to school.
The original host’s dorm was a four-person room. Seemed not very close with the original host. For now, there didn’t seem to be conflicts either. According to the original host’s inferior and submissive nature, the roommates probably didn’t know he liked Zhou Yuan either.
Cheng Ge wanted to learn more, but suddenly a call came in. The contact was “Grandpa.” Struggling for a long time, Cheng Ge still clicked the green answer button.
The call connected. Both ends were silent for a moment. Cheng Ge didn’t dare speak recklessly, not knowing the situation on the other side.
“Little Cheng?” The voice on the other end was weathered but very amiable.
“Mn, yes, it’s me,” Cheng Ge paused. He didn’t have experience talking to elders, calling out: “Grandpa, good afternoon.”
“Eh, eh, it’s Grandpa, it’s Grandpa. Good afternoon. I, I don’t have anything going on, just missed our Little Cheng a bit. Thought I’d try calling you, didn’t expect it to go through, couldn’t get through before… Is our Little Cheng still busy? Am I disturbing you?”
For some reason, hearing “our Little Cheng” from that side made Cheng Ge feel very warm. At the same time, he heard the old grandpa’s unease. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m not busy right now… If you miss me just call, it doesn’t matter.”
After speaking, Cheng Ge lowered his eyes slightly. The old grandpa alone in the countryside, with no one to accompany him, was quite lonely and pitiful.
“Good, good. How has Little Cheng been lately? Eating full and dressing warm? Is money enough? Why does your voice sound hoarse?”
Cheng Ge coughed lightly a few times, “Enough, enough, my body is fine. Besides, I have lots of money now,” Cheng Ge felt what he said wasn’t a lie; Wen Ling was quite rich. “Grandpa, don’t worry. You should take care of yourself, don’t heartache over money, eat and drink what you should.”
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