CH 134

Chapter 134: Your Mail

Zhou Mushi likes rainy days and dislikes them at the same time. To be precise, he likes rainy days when Jin Yang is with him, and dislikes being alone on rainy days.

He declined Old Chen’s offer to give him a ride and bought an umbrella at a nearby convenience store before slowly walking home alone.

The gathering place is not too far nor too close to his home, about a 20-minute walk. Even if Zhou Mushi walks slowly, he can still arrive there in just over half an hour.

The street lights and surrounding shops are all lit up. The night rain in the big city doesn’t seem too scary.

However, the air is damp everywhere, and rainwater seeps into clothes, shoes, and onto the skin from various angles. It feels chilly, and if one can’t adjust to it in time, it will quickly turn into a coldness that clings to the gaps between bones.

Zhou Mushi tightened his thin coat. He still doesn’t have the habit of checking the weather forecast. For such a rainy night, his clothes are really too thin.

As Jin Yang said, one advantage of rainy days is that they can easily make people forget about the seasons.

Especially on rainy nights, when everything is not very clear, the pitter-patter of rain hitting the eaves is very suitable for curling up in the quilt and having a good sleep.

Zhou Mushi reached out and caught some raindrops, feeling the slight chill on his fingertips.

He thought of Jin Yang and how he likes rainy days. Suddenly, even this heavy rain seemed pleasant.

Because of one person, I have an attachment to a city, because of one person, I love a rainy day.

The young man walking on the street didn’t know what he was thinking about, but gradually lifted the corners of his mouth. He was very handsome and had the kind of looks that anyone would want to take a second glance at, but when young girls looked at him, they would feel regretful.

That kind of smile belongs to someone in love. This young man must have a significant other and is not available.

After returning home, Zhou Mushi took a simple shower and slept well in bed. Tomorrow is Saturday, so there is no need to worry about getting up early. He happily sets his alarm clock before going to bed, giving him a satisfying feeling.

He slept for more than ten hours and had many dreams. Sometimes he followed his mother to visit relatives, sometimes he dreamed about his brother, and sometimes he dreamed about his classmates from high school with whom he had lost contact. Sometimes it was just innocent playfulness, and sometimes he had to shoulder the responsibility of saving the world. In any case, he was very busy.

Strangely enough, Zhou Muxian always seemed to be a teenager in his dreams, no matter how old he was in his dreams, his brother’s age was always so illogical.

At around ten o’clock, Zhou Mushi had just gotten up when he heard the doorbell.

Opening the door, he saw a delivery guy.

“Hello, is this Mr. Zhou Mushi’s house? I have a mail for you.”

Zhou Mushi didn’t remember buying anything, so why was it being sent by mail?

“Oh, it’s me.”

“Please sign here.”

“Okay.” He responded and quickly signed his name, took the mail and threw it aside, then poured himself a cup of warm soy milk to settle his stomach.

Jin Yang had taught him to eat healthily, and he needed to remember that.

. . . . .

Right now, Zhou Muxian is busy sharing the beautiful, bright red cherries he bought from the market with his lover.

Each one looks ripe and especially appealing, with a purple-red color and a pleasing size. But after taking a bite, the taste is somewhat sour and astringent.

Jin Yuan washes the cherries and the two of them sit on the sofa, making grimaces as they eat them.

Despite the unremarkable taste, they continue to eat them, driven by a sense of duty not to waste what they have purchased.

Zhou Muxian picks up two cherries and feeds them to Jin Yuan. Jin Yuan takes one and just as he is about to pick the other one, Zhou Muxian takes the initiative to put it in his mouth.

The green stem of the cherry is so small that they both bite into it, their mouths almost touching.

With just this simple act, these two individuals, who were both single just a few days ago, seem to be experts in slaughtering single dogs.

After taking a bite, Jin Yuan insisted on approaching to give it a kiss in order to taste the cherry in his mouth properly.

It seemed that they had never eaten anything so delicious before, as they ate a plate of sour cherries together and somehow found themselves feeling romantic.

As they ate, they ate together, cherries, strawberries, under the blue sky, shamelessly in love.

Zhou Muxian’s life was like falling into a honey pot. Besides occasionally considering whether to take care of his health and buy some kidney supplements, there was really nothing unhappy about it.

Even someone like him, who didn’t enjoy literature, found himself developing a strong interest in it when reading “The Gathering of Flowers”1 with Jin Yuan.

Happiness came too suddenly, and Zhou Muxian felt like it didn’t quite fit into his previous life. But who cares about that? As long as he was happy, that was all that mattered.

. . . . .

It wasn’t until after finishing his “brunch” that Zhou Mushi had time to open the mail.

The letter inside had the words “To Mushi, open personally” written on it.

Although it is the age of information technology, remembering a person’s handwriting is not an easy thing. But if you have feelings for someone, you will remember everything about them.

He recognized at a glance that it was Jin Yang’s handwriting.

Before opening the envelope, the corners of his mouth curled up with joy, but he muttered as if he was disdainful: “What era is it, and he still writes letters.”

When Zhou Mushi opened the envelope, he was particularly careful. He was not a very meticulous person, but he used the utmost patience and tried not to damage the envelope bit by bit.

Jin Yang could write him a letter, which was such a precious treasure, much more valuable than any gold, silver, or jade. He could guarantee that he would cherish such a good thing for his entire life.

Holding two pieces of paper, Zhou Mushi was reluctant to open them. When he was young, he chased after several serialized novels. Every time he got the latest issue, he was always excited. The feeling of wanting to read more but not wanting to read it was back, even stronger than before.

No matter what, he had only read other people’s stories before. Now, his boyfriend had written it himself, making it even more precious.

It was only two pages of paper, but he was as nervous as a newlywed bride meeting her in-laws.

He brought the letter from the living room to the study, remembered that he had held a small cake in his hand before, and was afraid of getting oil on it. He quickly went to the bathroom to wash his hands clean, wiped them with a tissue until there was not a drop of water left, and then let them air dry to ensure that the paper would not get dirty.

He took a deep breath, pulled out a chair, sat down slowly, and took the two pieces of paper solemnly.