Chapter 53: Exclusive on Jinjiang 1/2

Shi Zhang ruffled Song Fuzhi’s sweaty hair. “Want to take a shower?”

“Wait a bit longer.” Song Fuzhi tilted his head, checked the time, and licked his dry lips. “Let my parents sleep a bit more. Who bathes twice in one night when there’s nothing to do?”

This wasn’t their own home, and if they made noise going in and out of the bathroom, it would likely cause a commotion.

Shi Zhang smiled, lowered his eyes, and scooped up a glass of water from the bedside table. Song Fuzhi drank a few sips, and Shi Zhang tilted his head back to finish the rest.

Really thirsty. Due to the circumstances, they couldn’t make any noise, so they used kisses to drown out any sounds.

“Never mind, let’s not wash; just go to sleep,” Song Fuzhi said drowsily.

He was truly exhausted; he was almost falling asleep in this short moment.

“Thanks to you for carrying around this indecent thing.” Song Fuzhi lifted his eyelids, and his moist eyes glanced under the bed.

“I’ll tidy up later,” Shi Zhang said. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll pack the garbage bag in your room and throw it away.”

Song Fuzhi laughed softly, laughing at themselves.

As adults, sleeping at their parents’ house for a day and still sneaking around like thieves to dispose of things.

Although it wasn’t a big deal, if their parents saw it, it would be inappropriate.

After lying for a while, the two of them quietly tiptoed to the bathroom for a shower, careful not to make too much noise.

After the shower, they weren’t sleepy anymore, and neither of them closed their eyes.

Song Fuzhi couldn’t find a comfortable sleeping position, no matter how he changed. Finally, he directly put his legs on Shi Zhang’s waist.

“Massage my legs,” Song Fuzhi said.

Shi Zhang, who had just finished showering and hadn’t put on his shirt, still had tiny droplets of water on his clavicle.

He kneeled beside Song Fuzhi, muscles exposed, and was careful with his movements.

While massaging, Shi Zhang said, “Legs tired.”

Song Fuzhi almost choked on himself. Couldn’t this tough guy avoid using rhyming words suddenly?

Being served like this, Song Fuzhi felt a bit sleepy again. He lazily circled his hand around Shi Zhang’s lower back, and his fingertips explored the hidden scar on Shi Zhang’s uneven skin, pressing on it one after another.

Since seeing this scar, Song Fuzhi has loved to touch it.

At first, when Shi Zhang saw Song Fuzhi’s intention, he would dodge to the side before being touched.

Now, Shi Zhang had gotten used to Song Fuzhi’s actions. After being touched for a long time, he didn’t react at all, just looking at Song Fuzhi with a bit of helplessness.

The atmosphere at this moment was very tender. Song Fuzhi closed his eyes, his fingertips wandering over Shi Zhang’s skin, and his mind was very relaxed. So, without thinking, he asked, “Did it hurt back then?”

After asking, he realized that he seemed to have asked this question before.

Shi Zhang said that this scar was caused by his mischief when he was a child, and he didn’t remember whether it hurt or not.

Unexpectedly, this time, Shi Zhang paused for a long time and softly said, “It hurt.”

Song Fuzhi opened his eyes, gently holding Shi Zhang’s wrist.

Following his strength, Shi Zhang lay down beside Song Fuzhi.

“I’m afraid you won’t feel good if you know.” Shi Zhang still hesitated.

Song Fuzhi said, “It’s okay.” “As long as you’re with me, I’ll feel better.”

Tonight’s teacher’s song was so different. Shi Zhang, unable to bear it, pulled him close and inappropriately kissed him.

“It was done by my mom, but I can’t blame her either.”

Shi Zhang’s tone was calm, as if he weren’t talking about his own story.

He wanted to start from the beginning, so Song Fuzhi listened quietly from the beginning.

Shi Zhang’s mother was a hotel waitress who was quite beautiful, and her lifelong goal was to marry a wealthy man, hoping to soar to the top like a phoenix.

Shi Zhang’s father happened to be that wealthy man, and that day, all he wanted to do was find a beautiful woman to spend the night with.

So, several decades ago, on a messy night, an unfaithful man and a poor woman created Shi Zhang.

After carrying the baby for ten months, the woman gave birth to a chubby little boy. She thought she had wings to fly high, but in the man’s indifferent eyes, she learned that he had already married a girl from a suitable background.

It’s such a cliché story that no one would want to read it, even in a worn-out story collection.

But when such a thing happens in reality, it becomes a ridiculous and tragic silent play.

Dreams shattered, and the woman didn’t only transform into the rich man’s wife but also remained in her dilapidated little building. She lost her job and gained a crying mouth that only knew how to wail.

Pregnancy for ten months was already very tough. At that time, the woman still had hope, so she gritted her teeth to endure for the sake of future life. The result was only a splash of cold water in her face, shattered hopes, and years of suppressed suffering finally erupting.

She often burst into sudden cries and screams, threw things, covered the baby’s mouth and nose, watched the little life struggle, and then released her grip in a breakdown.

At that time, Shi Zhang was still too young and too small, and he truly had no memories.

Fortunately, babies don’t have memories.

But as Shi Zhang grew a little older, at the age of several years, his mother still didn’t improve. She wasn’t as intense as before but often fell into long periods of depression and sadness. Her emotions were sometimes suddenly irritable, her actions were excited, and Shi Zhang became her convenient punching bag.

That’s how the scar behind Shi Zhang came about.

One day, after his mother had just boiled a kettle of water, the tiny Shi Zhang stood beside her, saying he was hungry and wanted something to eat. She didn’t know why, but she suddenly erupted.

The haggard woman had terrifying strength, dragged the child down, pulled down his pants, and beat him fiercely. The next second, she saw the boiling kettle screaming, and without hesitation, she reached out her hand.

She woke up after who knows how long, took the fainted son, and rushed to find a doctor.

The disheveled woman cried loudly in the small clinic.

Many years later, Shi Zhang learned a lot of knowledge, traveled a long way, and occasionally forced himself to recall the past. Only then did he realize, belatedly, that his mother should have suffered from postpartum depression.

Abandoned by the man with a crying baby, she was so poor that she hadn’t even heard of a psychologist. She didn’t know this was an illness; she was sick.

In an environment with no intervention and even continuous deterioration, postpartum depression, which was supposed to be short-term, became a long-term mental illness. And she just felt pain, not knowing how to save herself.

Ironically, this kind of life was changed by Shi Zhang’s father.

After stumbling into primary school, one day after school, Shi Zhang’s father, who rarely appeared at home, suddenly showed up.

He was well-dressed and completely out of place in their dilapidated little house.

Normally, custody of the child born out of wedlock goes to the mother, but when the father appeared at this time, he adopted Shi Zhang, making him his son legally.

However, Shi Zhang’s father didn’t take him back to his family. He left him in the alley and gave a large sum of money to his mother. Later, she used that money to leave that hellish place, seemingly going abroad.

So, it was only Shi Zhang left alone. He only received enough child support every month to cover his living expenses and the occasional visits from his father.

It was much later that Shi Zhang learned why his father suddenly acknowledged him legally.

That year, Shi Zhang’s father’s wife gave birth, and it was a daughter named Shi Yan.

It was a ridiculous and ugly experience from the beginning and was a mistake.

Like the worst quality of vulgar novels wouldn’t even bother describing, such a background lightly descended into Shi Zhang’s life.

Shi Zhang tried to keep it brief, devoid of embellishments, and without any emotional tone in his words. But he still watched as Song Fuzhi’s face became increasingly unpleasant, and the hands and feet resting on him turned cold.

So when it came to Shi Yan’s birth, Shi Zhang didn’t continue.

Shi Zhang regretted it. He shouldn’t have said it. Song Fuzhi didn’t need to hear these old and unbearable things. He was a child from a happy family and should always be happy, not listen to these messy things.