latelenovela Chapter 109 Give it back to him
Chapter 109 Give it back to him
Chi Yue and Zong Sheng ended up having noodles in the evening, but Zong Sheng also fried two side dishes. With wine and meat, Chi Yue was no longer picky and enjoyed the meal very much.
But Chi Yue's drinking was so intense that it startled Zong Sheng. They all came from poor backgrounds, and having enough to eat was a luxury. Ten years ago, when they were still young, they could never have imagined that they would one day indulge in the pleasures of life.
"Okay." Zong Sheng snatched the wine jar from Chi Yue's hand, only to find that another jar was empty.
At first, they used wine pots and wine cups, but after a few drinks, Chi Yue changed to a bowl and drank from the wine jar.
Chi Yue smiled and raised his head to drink the wine in the bowl. Not a drop was left. He raised his hand and threw the bowl into Zong Sheng's arms: "Why are you fighting for it? Here you go."
"Why...drank so much?"
"Don't worry, His Highness won't be back tonight, so it's okay for us to drink." Chi Yue stood up and went to look for wine again, but was quickly pulled back by Zong Sheng.
"Okay, that's enough."
Chi Yue pushed Zong Sheng away and shook his head hesitantly: "I've worked hard in the Dali Temple for several days, I should reward myself."
"That's enough. You're drunk."
Chi Yue grabbed Zong Sheng's collar, pulling him so hard that he almost stumbled. "Zong Sheng! That's not enough! We haven't seen each other for ten years, shouldn't we have a drink to celebrate?!"
"Okay, okay, okay, you've already drunk." Zong Sheng vaguely felt that Chi Yue was not in a good mood today. Although he was smiling all the time, he was also acting unreasonably, especially after drinking, he acted crazy and unscrupulously.
"Zong Sheng!" Chi Yue couldn't even stand still, and threw himself into Zong Sheng's arms, grabbing his collar and refusing to let go. His vicious look suddenly turned into one of extreme grievance, "Do you hate me? Do you still hate me? You don't want to celebrate at all, you don't want to see me at all. Ha..."
"..." Zong Sheng was pressed against the wall by Chi Yue and couldn't help but sigh, "I don't hate you anymore."
"Zongsheng, I lied to you and broke your leg. How can I not hate you?"
Chi Yue pressed his forehead against Zong Sheng's chest, hitting it again and again. The force was not very strong, but it still hurt a little.
Zong Sheng held Chi Yue's head, wondering if it would be better to knock him out?
"Ugh!" Chi Yue pushed Zong Sheng away violently and lay down on the corridor to vomit.
Zong Sheng sighed deeply, poured a glass of water for Chi Yue, and handed it to him. He picked him up and poured half a glass of water into him: "Rinse your mouth."
This time, Chi Yue was obedient and didn't spray the tea in Zong Sheng's face. After vomiting, he fell into Zong Sheng's arms in a daze. Zong Sheng carried him back to the house. Chi Yue was still mumbling something in a daze. Zong Sheng listened carefully for a moment, but couldn't hear clearly, so he got up to clean up the mess.
Chi Yue opened his eyes and watched the figure on the screen flicker, disappearing for a moment, then suddenly reappearing, like a dream, but Zong Sheng had never appeared in his dreams. During his year in the Protectorate, Chi Yue lived in nightmares day and night, returning to the Wudu Prefecture almost every day. The dungeons, corridors, parade grounds, bedrooms, courtyards, and confinement cells were all filled with the smell of blood. He searched back and forth throughout the Wudu Prefecture in his dreams, but he could not find Zong Sheng, nor could he see any light.
"...Zongsheng." Chi Yue slowly sat up, looking at the light and shadow reflected on the screen and murmured softly, "It hurts..."
Zong Sheng came back with a basin of hot water and wanted to wipe Chi Yue's face, but he saw Chi Yue sitting there, looking like he was awake, but also like he was stupid, and he didn't move at all.
"Chi Yue?"
Chi Yue slowly raised her head and looked at him, tears on her face, her brows furrowed, and she cried out in pain softly.
"Hurt? Did the wound split?" Zong Sheng thought it was a whip wound. "I'll apply medicine to you again."
Chi Yue sat there, stunned, watching Zong Sheng remove his clothes and examine his wounds. Chi Yue's medicine was from the palace, and his injuries weren't serious, so they healed in two days. Zong Sheng examined them carefully, and while there were a couple of ruptures, they weren't serious enough to cause Chi Yue to cry out in pain.
Chi Yue had drunk too much, his face and body flushed red. His body, washed several times with a special medicinal soup, had once been flawless white jade, but now it resembled the clouds at sunset, rich and dreamy.
"Where does it hurt? Here?" Zong Sheng gently rubbed Chi Yue's wound with his fingertips. It felt a little itchy, but not painful.
Chi Yue stared at Zong Sheng in a daze without saying a word.
"What's wrong?" Chi Yue's sometimes crazy and sometimes stupid look made Zong Sheng feel that he was even more difficult to understand than usual.
"...For so many years, every time I felt pain, I would think of you. I wanted you to apply medicine to my wounds, like when we were little, so that I wouldn't feel so much pain...But Zong Sheng, you're not here, and you don't even want to appear in my dreams...I miss you so much, so much, why? Do you hate me so much?"
Chi Yue's voice was very soft, as if it contained great resentment, and also as if he was praying plaintively. As he spoke, he cried even harder, like a child who had lost a candy biscuit. But Chi Yue never cried when he was little, and Zong Sheng had never seen him cry. It was only Chi Yue who beat others until they cried bitterly.
Zong Sheng panicked, or should he treat him like a child?
"...Don't cry, tell me where it hurts and I'll rub it for you."
Chi Yue grabbed Zong Sheng's hand and placed it on his chest: "Here."
Chi Yue's body was very hot, and the moment he touched it, Zong Sheng felt burned. He tried to pull his hand away, but Chi Yue held it back firmly, pressing his palm completely against his chest. The flames licked Zong Sheng, leaping from his palm to his body, burning all the way to the top of his head, and instantly burning his mind to ash.
Zong Sheng reached out and pulled the person into his arms, coaxing him softly, "I'm here, I'm here, it doesn't hurt anymore." How had Chi Yue survived all these years? Zong Sheng suddenly didn't dare to guess.
Chi Yue rested his head on Zong Sheng's shoulder, lowering his eyes and smiling. Fortunately, Zong Sheng hadn't been tricked by others because of his soft-hearted nature.
For ten years, Chi Yue always missed him but never thought of looking for Zong Sheng, for he was afraid that he was no longer the same as he was when he was little, and that he had changed, becoming cold and heartless, despicable and disgusting, cowardly and humble... Maybe God was finally willing to give Chi Yue a little mercy, and bring the unchanged Zong Sheng to him and give him back.