Chapter 72: Exclusive to Jinjiang 3/3

Shi Zhang stared quietly at him, though his gaze couldn’t be described as calm.

He seemed like a criminal waiting for judgment, yet also like a bold subject.

“I really am?” Shi Zhang asked in a hoarse voice.

Song Fuzhi smiled and said with a bit of a playful tone, “You really are a bit perverted.”

Shi Zhang’s face changed slightly, quickly explaining, “I’m afraid I’ll forget later.”

Actually, Song Fuzhi wasn’t the first to feel Shi Zhang’s inner world. He wasn’t as stable as he appeared; it seemed like he enclosed the fire within his chest with a thick glass jar. When touching his limits, he would erupt like a demon.

Shi Zhang always suppressed something in his heart, having little from a young age and lacking a sense of security, so he obsessively sought to control everything that belonged to him.

“Even love and memories are included.

To control, to systematically record, as if only this way, memories won’t be taken away.

Song Fuzhi looked at the professor, now dressed as a demon, shedding his refined exterior. His red eyes burned like fire, perhaps indicating the true nature of this seemingly wicked person.

But no matter how wicked, Shi Zhang could always sheathe his edge in front of someone.

Shi Zhang carefully observed Song Fuzhi’s expression and softly asked, ‘Does Teacher Song feel uncomfortable? ‘

After all, collecting every flower each time and turning them into specimens didn’t seem like something a normal person would do.

Song Fuzhi squinted and grabbed the golden wide chain on Shi Zhang’s neck, pulling him closer.

‘What is there not to remember? Who could wash away all your memories? ‘ Song Fuzhi asked.

Suddenly laughing, ‘Are you talking about fifty years later, both of us getting Alzheimer’s, lying in a nursing home, reminiscing about the first time we did it? ‘

Shi Zhang also laughed, ‘No, I didn’t mean that…’

Song Fuzhi became more serious but still had a smile on his face. ‘Then what do you mean? ‘

Shi Zhang hesitated for a long time but couldn’t bring himself to say it.

In truth, Shi Zhang was afraid that one day Song Fuzhi would leave him, just like those people in the past, abandoning him in an ordinary late night without saying goodbye.

Song Fuzhi leaned against the wooden table by the wall, curled his fingers, and lightly tapped the tabletop.

Meaning, come closer.

Shi Zhang couldn’t help but look at the wooden table. Just inches away from Song Fuzhi’s fingers was the attachment Shi Zhang had stolen in high school.

Shi Zhang shifted his gaze away, met Song Fuzhi’s eyes again, and obediently approached him. The two breathed together.

‘Not all flowers can be turned into specimens,’ Song Fuzhi said. ‘Not everything has to be preserved in this way.’

Shi Zhang didn’t quite understand.

Song Fuzhi smiled. ‘You’re not much of a botany professor if you don’t understand this.’

‘If there’s a rose in your garden that never withers, would you still collect it as a specimen? ‘ Song Fuzhi asked.

Shi Zhang thought for a moment and earnestly replied, ‘Actually, regardless of how ordinary a plant is, there is significance in collecting it as a specimen…’

Song Fuzhi clicked his tongue unhappily, ‘Thickheaded.’

Shi Zhang fell silent.

‘Feel it properly,’ Song Fuzhi said. ‘These flowers can’t be made into specimens this time, so you better watch them closely for me.’

For the first time, Shi Zhang felt like he was being led by the nose, unsure of what Song Fuzhi was planning to do.

Song Fuzhi held onto Shi Zhang’s narrow and strong waist, leaned in slightly, and suddenly bit the skin just below Shi Zhang’s collarbone.

The muscles in Shi Zhang’s upper body immediately tensed.

Red flowers swayed on the branches, rooting and sprouting, slowly blooming onto the full chest muscles.

The kiss spread finely across the left chest, perfectly piercing the heart.

Like a plum blossom.

Shi Zhang breathed in, his Adam’s apple trembling.

After a long time, Song Fuzhi finally looked up and said, ‘Flowers may wither, flowers may fade, but the person planting the flowers will always be by your side. Understand? ‘

Shi Zhang pursed his lips and squeezed out a deep, low voice from his chest.

He now had a flower, a gift from Song Fuzhi.

After a tremulous moment, Shi Zhang unexpectedly said the words he had written on the specimen tag: ‘Fuzhi, I don’t know how to love you.

You’re too good; it’s as if I owe you something, and my love seems inadequate compared to yours.’

Song Fuzhi smiled, ‘Then you just don’t know. We have plenty of time to find out.’

At this moment, Song Fuzhi’s hand rested on Shi Zhang’s shoulder, and Shi Zhang’s hand supported Song Fuzhi’s waist.

The celestial being and the fallen demon are seemingly so close in the corner of the room.

Although they hadn’t even tried taking a photo yet, the two adults were intoxicated, and neither of them mentioned the camera left aside.

The sounds of their kiss were immersive, and the intensity was palpable.

So it was only after the doorbell rang for a long time that Shi Zhang, as if waking from a dream, heard it.

‘… Someone is ringing the doorbell outside,’ Shi Zhang said breathlessly, creating some distance. ‘There’s someone delivering.’

Song Fuzhi, realizing this, said, ‘It seems like it’s a food delivery.’

Shi Zhang frowned slightly. ‘Why not just leave it at the door? ‘

Song Fuzhi sighed helplessly, ‘Maybe they’re afraid it’ll be stolen, insisting on delivering it directly to the customer.’

Fine, unexpected interruptions could happen when emotions were intense.

The doorbell continued ringing, and Shi Zhang said, ‘I’ll go get it.’

‘Wait.’

Song Fuzhi has surveyed the two of them now.

Both dressed in cosplay outfits, one with golden hair, the other with red eyes and half-naked. Could they go out to get food like this?

‘Is it okay? ‘ Shi Zhang said. ‘Just open a crack in the door and let the delivery guy slide it in.’

Alright, they probably wouldn’t see the delivery guy again.

It didn’t matter in front of strangers.

Shi Zhang strode out, calling out, ‘Coming! ‘

Song Fuzhi leisurely followed him.

Only then did the doorbell stop.

‘Here,’ Shi Zhang said, ‘next time, just leave it at the door.’

Suddenly, Professor Shi’s voice was forcibly cut off, and the air plunged into absolute stillness.

… The people standing outside the door were not food delivery guys at all; they were clearly Song’s parents.

Teacher Wang wore an elegant and dignified dress suit, while Teacher Song donned a crisp tunic suit, holding a bag full of things.

The door suddenly opened, and the two elders were stunned.

They stared at the bold and domineering demon standing at the door, with red eyes, black long hair, golden accessories around the neck, and a bare upper body. Then, their gaze slowly moved downward, stopping at Shi Zhang’s chest.

 The mind went blank, and Professor Shi had never experienced such a high-energy moment in his life.

Song Fuzhi’s voice came from behind, footsteps approaching lazily. “Why did it take so long for the food delivery?”

Song Fuzhi walked up to Shi Zhang, and his figure suddenly shook, freezing in place.

He locked eyes with his own parents.

There was complete silence for a full ten seconds; not a single person moved.

Finally, it was Teacher Wang who took the first step.

Her gaze was calm, and her movements were calm. She extended her hand and smoothly closed the front door, gradually blocking the two children from view.

Closed.

She looked at her husband standing beside her, and Professor Song was still standing there, seemingly in a daze.

After a while, Dr. Song finally came to his senses and asked with a soulful tone, “Journey to the West?”

Perhaps it was because Teacher Wang was more knowledgeable, having taught students for so many years, all of whom were the youngest children. She had seen everything. She was also surprised, but during those few minutes when she locked eyes with the two children, her surprise had already dissipated.

Teacher Wang looked at the bag Teacher Song was holding, containing the new clothes they bought for Song Fuzhi.

They were two basic shirts of excellent quality, the most serious and formal type, the kind Teacher Song usually wore.

Teacher Wang whispered, “We might have bought the wrong clothes for Fuzhi.”

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and a food delivery guy quickly walked over, muttering the apartment number.

“Oh, this one.” The delivery guy looked at the two elders at the door. “Is this your food delivery?”

Teacher Wang understood and took the delivery gently: “Thank you for your hard work.”

Teacher Song took the heavy food box from his wife’s hand, glanced at the delivery guy, and said with a somewhat ethereal voice, “This is for the Peach Banquet.”