CH 22

In the bathroom, the faucet automatically switches off the water flow. Jiang Zhao gently shook his wet hands and pulled out a tissue from the side.

His hands are famously beautiful in the circle, the flesh and bones are evenly stopped, slender, and the blue blood vessels are clearly visible as if the sculptor’s most proud work in his life.

He was once approached by a jewelry brand. In the commercials, he wore jewelry from the brand from the neck to his ankles, but more than half of the shots were focused on his hands.

Jiang Zhao wiped off the last drop of water on his fingers and was about to throw away the paper ball in his hand when he heard the footsteps of leather shoes beside him, which was particularly clear in the silent bathroom.

He looked up at the glasses, and there was disgust in his eyes.

Really haunted.

Han Tingfeng walked over to him and looked at him with his head bowed in the mirror, with a gentle expression: “Xiao Zhao.”

Jiang Zhao took off the earrings from his ears, looking indifferent: “What the hell are you doing?”

Han Tingfeng’s eyes fell on his earlobe, and he said to him, “I remember, you didn’t have pierced ears before.”

“I have too many things I didn’t have before.” Jiang Zhao sneered, took out a small box from his pocket, took out a pair of obsidian stud earrings, and clasped them on his swollen ears.

The earrings he wears today were given by the brand, but he is prone to allergies when he wears new earrings. Every time he leaves the camera, he immediately changes to the ones he wears. This pair of ear studs was a birthday present given to him last year by his fan who gave him ear studs every year. He likes them very much and often takes them with him.

Han Tingfeng nodded: “I saw a lot of earrings at the jewelry show before. Some of them are very suitable for you. I will give them to you next time.”

Jiang Zhao threw the used toilet paper ball into the trash can: “I said, do you not understand human language?”

Hearing this, Han Tingfeng’s eyes shifted from the mirror to the real Jiang Zhao.

His eyes were clear, his expression was sincere and sad, and he seemed to be extremely humble: “Xiao Zhao, I just want to be friends with you again.”

There was silence in the bathroom.

Jiang Zhao recalled that more than ten years ago, the thin little boy stood awkwardly in front of him, with a shy smile, and asked him if he could be his friend.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head: “Han Tingfeng.”

Since the reunion, Jiang Zhao faced him, his eyes swept over that familiar but unfamiliar face inch by inch, and said softly:

“I would rather have never met you twenty years ago.”

Before he finished speaking, he left without hesitation, his back indifferent.

Han Tingfeng stood on the spot and didn’t come back to his senses for a long time.

It wasn’t until there was a voice outside the bathroom that Han Tingfeng’s figure trembled slightly, and his eyes swept over the two earrings that Jiang Zhao had just placed on the edge of the sink.

He picked up the earrings, pinched them at his fingertips, lowered his head suddenly, and kissed the place where the earrings touched Jiang Zhao’s skin.

In those seemingly innocent eyes, the uncontrollable greed and gloom finally poured out. He called in a hoarse voice:

“Xiao Zhao…”

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Jiang Zhao remembered when he returned to the lounge that he seemed to have left the earrings he just replaced in the bathroom.

He secretly scolded bad luck, he would never take the risk of meeting Han Tingfeng again and go back to get it, so he asked Xiao Hu to buy a new pair.

It’s just that Xiao Hu just went out when the door of the lounge was pushed open again. Jiang Zhao was swiping Weibo without raising his head and said, “It’s on the table next to you.”

“This is for me to brush casually?”

The man’s light laughter came from behind, and Jiang Zhao was taken aback, only to realize that the person entering the door was Xiao Siye.

“…What are you doing here?” Jiang Zhao said.

He doesn’t know if it was because of seeing Han Tingfeng today that Xiao Siye was much more pleasing to his eyes than usual.

It may also have something to do with Xiao Siye’s makeup today. The ends of his hair were hot, and there was a little gold dust on his hair. The shirt that was untied to the neckline didn’t know when it was opened below the chest, revealing a tight silhouette of pectoral lines.

He looked smug, Jiang Zhao commented in his heart.

Xiao Siye sat down on the sofa beside him and said, “Junior brother is in a bad mood. As a senior brother, of course, I am here to solve problems.”

Jiang Zhao narrowed his eyes: “apart from adding traffic to me, will you do anything else?”

Xiao Siye curled the corners of his lips: “Of course.”

He took out a key from his pocket and threw it in Jiang Zhao’s direction. Jiang Zhao reached out to catch it and saw the sign: “Motorcycle?”

“Two hundred kilometers east of the city from here, there is an off-road motorcycle field,” Xiao Siye said, “Do you dare?”

No man can refuse the supreme excitement brought by speed and passion. Jiang Zhao straightened his body immediately, and the irritability that accumulated in his mind was pushed aside, his eyes lit up:

“Who wouldn’t dare? Go.”

He sent a message to Xiao Hu and Zuo Xiaoqiu, followed Xiao Siye, and left the guest passage. When passing the stage area, Jiang Zhao inevitably saw a dazzling white shadow.

But he noticed that Han Tingfeng’s eyes first fell on him, and then he stared at Xiao Siye next to him.

Jiang Zhao suddenly felt blessed, he leaned over to Xiao Siye and said in a low voice, “Accompany me for a moment.”

Before Xiao Siye responded, he raised his arm and hooked Xiao Siye’s neck, walked forward with his arms hooked on his shoulders, and deliberately raised his voice: “I said, I won’t let it go later. You, be careful!”

Xiao Siye was a little taller than him, so he lowered his head and raised the corners of his lips: “Okay, let’s have a look later.”

The two looked very close to each other while chatting next to each other. Not far away, Han Tingfeng’s eyes were as gloomy as water.

It was not until he left Han Tingfeng’s sight that Jiang Zhao quickly released his hand and distanced himself from Xiao Siye: “Thank you.”

Xiao Siye asked, “Do you have a problem with him?”

Jiang Zhao replied lazily, “Well, we had a relationship since young but it’s over.”

He talk about it lightly and obviously didn’t want to share them with others. Xiao Siye stopped asking, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to the track.”

The off-road motorcycle field in the suburbs of Beijing is located under a barren mountain. It is run by a fat boss in his forties. He is obviously familiar with Xiao Siye. As soon as he sees Xiao Siye, he starts to shout: “Old Xiao! You are finally coming!”

“Just finished work, come and play,” Xiao Siye smiled and pointed to Jiang Zhao who was wearing a mask next to him, “This is my friend, this is the first time he came here, just give him the one at the back of my garage.”

The fat boss looked at him in amazement: “This is just your friend, but even you’re willing to take out your precious wife?”

“Your wife?” Jiang Zhao glanced at him.

Xiao Siye laughed: “My favorite car is also suitable for a novice like you. Be careful, if you break it, you will pay me.”

Jiang Zhao said disdainfully: “I know, I know if I break it, I will give you a new wife. Where is the motorcycle?”

The assistant took Jiang Zhao to the garage not far away, the fat boss saw him walking away, he immediately walked up to Xiao Siye with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and handed him one: “I said, this is really your friend?”

“or else.” Xiao Siye took it and bit his lips.

The fat boss said “tsk tsk tsk” in succession: “It’s not right, it’s really not right. The one that is most suitable for beginners is not the one, Emperor Xiao, you are just in love.”

Xiao Siye lowered his head and lit his cigarette: “All right, don’t worry about the extra things. I’ll wrap up the venue tonight, don’t let other people in.”

The fat boss smiled and waved his hand immediately: “Okay! Lord Xiao is so proud!”

At the same time, Jiang Zhao looked at the motorcycle in front of him, his heart beating like a drum.

The motorcycle in front of him has a pure black body, with wild but elegant lines, like a group of cheetahs ready to go in the wilderness. Every inch of design is the perfect combination of art and power.

Jiang Zhao stepped on the motorcycle, and the moment he started the accelerator, the motorcycle made a majestic roar in the dark night.

In an instant, Jiang Zhao’s blood burst into excitement. He knew that as long as he twisted it lightly, he would be able to pierce into the distant night like an arrow with this long-awaited beast.

“Jiang Zhao.”

Xiao Siye’s voice came from behind. Before Jiang Zhao could turn around, a pitch-black helmet suddenly fell from the sky, covering his head tightly.

Warm fingers rubbed Jiang Zhao’s chin and tightened the straps of his helmet. Jiang Zhao was stunned for a moment, and Xiao Siye brought his arms from behind as if he was hugging him into his arms.

He heard Xiao Siye’s low and magnetic voice, floating softly in his ears:

“Riding a motorcycle without a helmet…you will be fined two hundred.”

Translator’s Note:

XS casually hugging his wife. Sorry for missing, I’m back now.