CFL 11

In the afternoon, with no classes, Tao Peng and Lu Xuesong began to pack up to head home, while Wen Ci had to wait until the next day, having failed to secure a train ticket. It was then that Wen Ci learned Lu Xuesong and Tao Peng were from the same hometown and had been close since high school.

Wen Ci felt a bit envious: “And yet you both have such good grades.”

The admission line for University A only went up and never down; if this were the stock market, it would be a fortune.

Lu Xuesong zipped up his suitcase and pushed it to Tao Peng: “If we didn’t have good grades, we wouldn’t be together. We’re childhood sweethearts~”

Wen Ci let out an “Ah”: “You really are…”

A mismatched pair, yet perfectly suited for each other.

Lu Xuesong turned his head: “Hm?”

Wen Ci said earnestly, “A perfect match.”

Taking advantage of Tao Peng’s trip to the restroom, Lu Xuesong quietly approached Wen Ci: “You’ll still contact that net friend when you go home for the holiday, right?”

Wen Ci didn’t know how to contact him; the other party hadn’t replied: “We’ll see.”

After trying twice, Wen Ci usually gave up. There were so many men in the world with “that part”; he couldn’t afford to be fixated on one wild grass.

Lu Xuesong gestured to the box below: “Then remember to take the gear back with you.”

Wen Ci hummed in agreement and kindly asked, “Do you want it? I can give you a set.”

Lu Xuesong replied, “I have plenty at home. When I come back from the holiday, I’ll bring some for you. You and I are about the same size.”

After saying this, Lu Xuesong compared their heights again: “You seem to be a bit taller than me. It doesn’t matter; at most, the skirt will be a bit shorter. If it reveals a bit of what’s underneath, that’s even more exciting~”

Hearing this, Wen Ci’s ears turned red: “You’re so lewd.”

Wen Ci added, “But thank you for your advice.”

Lu Xuesong frowned, “So you really plan to show him that part?”

“No, not at all. What’s the point of showing anything through the screen? When we meet, he can do whatever he wants,” Wen Ci anticipated an intense and satisfying intimate encounter.

Lu Xuesong suddenly felt a pang of jealousy towards that unseen net friend.

On the sixth floor of the apartment building, Yun Anhe printed out the blueprints, carefully checked them to ensure there were no issues, and then rolled them up and put them into a tube. Glancing over, he saw Jiang Yufeng close his laptop and put it into his bag.

He paused, “Are you going out for the National Day holiday?”

“No, I’m going home.”

“But didn’t you say you weren’t going back? Did you change your mind suddenly?”

Jiang Yufeng, who had stayed up almost the entire night, had a hoarse voice: “Yeah, I’m going back to get some things.”

As he was about to leave, he patted Yun Anhe’s shoulder, his thick eyelashes drooping, his eyes dark and indifferent: “Remember to transfer the money in.”

Yun Anhe: “We’re family… can you wait a few more days?”

Jiang Yufeng slightly bent down to change his shoes: “Then I’ll delete all the source files.”

Yun Anhe stood at attention and said sternly: “The money will be in the account by ten o’clock tomorrow morning.”

The door slammed shut, and Yun Anhe followed behind, “What are you going home to get? Do you need any help?”

Jiang Yufeng turned his head and said meaningfully: “I’m going to my room to get it.”

“Your room?” Yun Anhe repeated, looking up in horror, “Are you finally going crazy and want to kill someone?”

The room wasn’t as terrifying as Yun Anhe and the others had imagined. It simply contained many things that Jiang Yufeng liked and didn’t want others to discover, so he set a rule that no one was allowed to enter.

Zhao Shuran liked to imagine things, Yun Anhe liked to make up stories, Cheng He added unnecessary details, and Mei Xinyuan provided a gloomy and eerie background sound. The three of them, with their storytelling and a bit of background music, created a whole new version. Jiang Yufeng didn’t bother to correct them and just let them think whatever they wanted.

The next day, Wen Ci boarded the train home. During the journey, his mother sent him a message saying that his father had come to pick him up in a small three-wheeler. Wen Ci replied with a “Good,” then switched to his other account, W, but still received no response from the other party.

Exiting the high-speed train station, he immediately spotted a figure dressed in a large vest, with a towel hanging around his neck and a sun hat on his head, looking like a hardworking migrant worker.

Wen Ci happily skipped over. His father stood in the sun, flicking his towel: “You’re too slow.”

“I told you I’d be here at three. What time did you get here?”

His father shrugged: “Around then.”

“Liar, you must have been here at two. Don’t come so early next time.”

“Well, I didn’t want you to wait,” his father admitted, without any pretense. “I’ll pick you up early so I can get more orders tonight.”

Wen Ci grumbled as he got into the vehicle: “It’s hard to get passengers at this time of day.”

His father used to work in farming, but now he had kept up with the times by buying a second-hand car to drive for Didi. However, last time his mother mentioned that someone had rear-ended his car, causing some minor damage. The car had to be inspected, and it turned out to have many issues, so it was being repaired… Then they had to bring out the old antique from home—the small three-wheeler.

The small three-wheeler had been modified into an electric tricycle. Riding it was like enjoying a breeze and scenic views along the way. The only downside was the heat, as there was no air conditioning. Otherwise, it was great. Although business was slower, it still provided a steady income.

Wen Ci held his school bag to his chest, his chin resting on top of it: “Dad, I’m home now. You should take a break today.”

His father didn’t agree outright, but he did say: “I’ll get off work early tonight.”

“Okay!”

Wen Ci’s home was a place left by his grandparents, which had been redesigned and renovated into a new house. The entrance was connected to several familiar old neighbors’ houses.

After getting out of the vehicle, Wen Ci’s father took the initiative to drag Wen Ci’s suitcase into the house. Wen Ci went to the carport to find his mother, who was playing mahjong.

Wen Ci called out from a distance, “I’m home.”

His mother threw out a tile: “Two Bamboos!”

“…” Wen Ci approached a bit closer, “Mom, I’m home~”

“Three Wans,” his mother said as she picked up a tile, “Chow.”

“…” Wen Ci circled around his mother, calling out “Mom” several times.

His mother rolled her eyes: “What are you calling for? Go wash your face in the house. You’re filthy.”

“Okay.”

Wen Ci didn’t dwell on it. After returning home and washing his face with the cool, refreshing spring water, he went to the fridge and found some fresh, large strawberries. The packaging even had a date on it, indicating they were bought yesterday.

He took a bite, and it was tender, juicy, and sweet with a creamy flavor. The cold sensation was refreshing and invigorating.

Wen Ci ate several strawberries in a row. His father came out after washing his hands and said, “Eating so much cold stuff, you’ll get a stomachache.”

Wen Ci chewed and replied, “Didn’t you guys buy these for me?”

Wen Ci continued chewing, “I want to eat, I want to eat.”

His father shook his head and walked away, saying, “I’ll tell your mom.”

Wen Ci almost choked and quickly stuffed the strawberries back into the fridge, swallowing them whole: “Not this time, not this time.”

His father left at four and came back at seven-thirty. By the time they ate, it was already quite late.

In the evening, Wen Ci’s mother cooked personally, making cola chicken wings, which Wen Ci had loved since he was a child and still loved now.

Their living conditions used to be much tougher than they are now. Wen Ci could only have cola chicken wings if he scored above ninety points; below that, he could only have candied haws.

Because Wen Ci’s mother said, “A bamboo stick with a few zeros, getting a hundred in every subject.”

“Mom, you love me the most,” Wen Ci said while eating, complaining, “The school cafeteria is so expensive and doesn’t taste good.”

His mother scolded him, “Don’t always think about saving money. Eat and drink what you should. Can we really neglect you?”

Wen Ci was overwhelmed with emotion: “Yes, yes, yes.”

As he spoke, Wen Ci’s father took out a box of takeout roast chicken from the kitchen: “Come on, let’s eat this.”

His mother calmly placed it on a plate. Wen Ci looked at it and said, “Mom… is there any for me?”

His mother replied, “I played mahjong all afternoon and won a hundred or so yuan. I have to reward myself. Don’t you have chicken wings to eat? Be good.”

Wen Ci: “… Mom, you have such a big appetite.”

“What?”

Wen Ci quickly said, “I mean, you’re great.”

After eating, Wen Ci washed the dishes. When he came out, he saw his parents sitting on the sofa watching a new drama on Mango TV.

Wen Ci sat on the side, eating strawberries while watching. After half an episode, he got the general idea.

It was a typical school romance drama filled with drama.

The protagonists were set as rivals who secretly love each other.

The female lead was a poor college student, and the male lead was the school’s heartthrob with a powerful family background. They quickly got together, which was opposed by the male lead’s mother. Then followed a series of heartbreaks, with the couple breaking up and making up repeatedly.

In one unexpected turn, everyone discovered that the female lead was not her parents’ biological child but had been adopted. They rushed to do a DNA test, and it turned out that her real identity was actually…!

Commercial break——

Wen Ci almost choked.

Aside from the abrupt commercial, he felt a greater impact because he was also adopted. Since his mother had a congenital condition that made it difficult for her to conceive, and his father didn’t want her to go through the hardship, plus they didn’t have much money, they decided to adopt from the orphanage.

Wen Ci had never met his biological parents and had no intention of looking for them. He felt content with his life as it was.

His mother clicked her tongue: “The protagonists must be siblings.”

His father disagreed: “They definitely aren’t.”

“Nonsense, where’s the proof?” His mother glared.

“If they were siblings, wouldn’t that be incestuous? Would the broadcasting review pass that?” His father reasoned logically.

His mother was convinced: “… Oh, that makes sense.”

Wen Ci: “…”

Taking advantage of the commercial break, his mother suddenly smiled at Wen Ci: “How’s your relationship with your roommates?”

“Pretty good…” Wen Ci’s big eyes sparkled, with strawberry juice still on the corner of his mouth, “Mom, if I start dating, would you be against it?”

“You’re a college student now, why would we be against it?” His mother was shrewd, “Is there something going on?”

Wen Ci didn’t want to say that he was just looking for a casual relationship, “It’s still in the works.”

His mother nodded: “Good, good. When you have the chance, bring them home to meet us.”

In this world, there were plenty of male couples, but heterosexual relationships still existed, just with a different proportion than what Wen Ci used to know.

No wonder it was called Hua Shi.

“What if it’s a guy?”

His mother and father exchanged glances, and his mother said, “Since everyone can get married now, what difference does it make if it’s a guy or a girl?”

Wen Ci let out a couple of excited sounds: “Mom, I love you.”

His mother dodged his hug with a look of disdain: “Clean your mouth first, it’s filthy.”

After finishing the strawberries, Wen Ci went back to his room. He planned to make one last effort. He laid the suitcase horizontally on the ground, unzipped it, and took out one of the skirts. He had originally bought two sets, both of which were dresses, but Lu Xuesong had said that this skirt was beautiful. The white lace was sheer and could reveal what was underneath, which was particularly exciting, so he bought it.

This time when he went home, he only brought the new skirt. He wore it over his upper body, tied the overly long hem, and tucked it in to show off his slender waist. He adjusted the position of the tripod, kicked off his slippers, sat on the bed with his knees bent, raised his pair of snow-white long legs, slightly parted them, propped one hand behind him for balance, and let the excess of the skirt pile up between his legs, just covering that spot.

He didn’t wear any leg rings or stockings this time, just bare legs, slightly lifting a part to reveal the lower part of his thighs connecting to his buttocks, round and porcelain white.

After taking the photo, Wen Ci admired it himself, then put on his underwear and took another photo. It was a bit too revealing to be without anything on.

But he couldn’t decide which one to send.

In a moment of impulsiveness, Wen Ci decided to use this as a topic and sent it to the other party: Which one do you think looks better?

As if gifted with a sudden inspiration, he pressed the voice message and added: Honey, which one looks better?

After saying that, Wen Ci threw his phone aside and held his burning cheeks. Oh my gosh, he was so bold…

He couldn’t go back now!

The innocent and pure Wen Ci had turned into a lecher.

Wen Ci rolled around on the bed with a thin quilt, doing a freestyle swim, flailing his limbs and flipping the thin pancake.

It didn’t matter if he exposed himself; no one would come into his room.

Knock knock knock—

It was a knock on the door.

Wen Ci was startled, and the quilt swiftly covered his face. He slowly moved it aside, revealing his watery eyes, and responded tremulously: “What’s up?”

His mother shouted from the door: “You can go hang the clothes now.”

Wen Ci hastily got off the bed, but the skirt got tangled with the quilt, and with a thud, he fell to the ground, the skirt completely lifted, leaving him sitting there bare.

His mother, hearing no response, became anxious: “What are you doing in there? Did you fall asleep?”

“Ah! I didn’t make it in time,” Wen Ci sat on the ground in a panic, bewildered, “Why did I act so impulsively?”

“Mom, I dropped the clothes, I’m going to hang them up now.”

His mother: “…”

His mother waited outside for ten minutes before Wen Ci finally opened the door. His pajama collar had slipped down, revealing a large expanse of fair, dazzling skin. His mother roughly pulled his clothes up: “What have you been doing in there?”

Wen Ci mumbled, “I fell, I fell, I’m going now.”

The orange-yellow light illuminated a corner of the desk. Jiang Yufeng sat in a large armchair, enlarging and scrolling through the photo with one hand, stopping at the moment when the edge of the underwear was visible.

Under the loose sports pants, something was stirring, but Jiang Yufeng remained unfazed, saving the photo with a calm and indifferent expression, as if it didn’t affect him at all.

Tired of the simple hand movement, he played the voice message. Wen Ci’s sticky voice was deliberately modulated, a bit coquettish and a bit awkward, probably due to inexperience, very soft, like a cat’s meow.

Jiang Yufeng lowered his eyes, and Wen Ci’s bright eyes, glistening like clear spring water, appeared in his mind.

His mother and father had gone back to their rooms, and the balcony was left with Wen Ci alone, quickly hanging the clothes. He didn’t have time to put on underwear, and it seemed like a gust of wind had sneaked in from the bottom of his pants, coolly caressing his long legs.

After hanging the clothes, he went back to his room and found that the other party had finally responded.

[Yf: Lift your legs higher, I can’t see clearly.]

Wen Ci was puzzled, but since the other party had replied, it meant they were still interested.

Interested meant he was happy.

[W: Lift them higher, and everything will be visible.]

Just as Lu Xuesong had said yesterday, everything would be visible. They had only just started chatting; they needed to take it step by step.

[Yf: See what?]

[W: That place…]

[Yf: Which one? Be clear, I don’t understand.]