The Decade of Deep Love

Chapter 29: Love Made People Tolerant and Silent without Complaint

Translator: Ruriko

Wenxu Jiang was really busy. He planned to stay at home with Zhishu He, but he answered

When Wenxu Jiang hung up the secretary’s phone, he reached out and closed up the collar of Zhishu’s downy pajamas. Then he fed him a spoonful of porridge, “Warm your stomach, and then lie down. I’ll accompany you to have a good rest.”

Zhishu sat quietly, having the porridge. Before he said something, Wenxu Jiang’s phone rang again.

Wenxu Jiang put down the bowl to pick up his cell phone, but his face turned extremely gloomy when he saw the caller display. He hung up the phone directly and shut it down. Then he looked up at Zhishu with a smile, “I’m sorry to bother you with the trifles of the company since I promised to accompany you.”

Zhishu pretended that he didn’t see the caller’s name Shen, which was short but annoying.

Wenxu Jiang was absolutely not in a good mood now. In fact, he was so angry that he wanted to kill Zui Shen. Wenxu Jiang preferred Zui Shen’s tactful character except his pretty face at the beginning. Zui Shen looked happy every time Wenxu called him and never play tricks or lost his temper because of feeling left out. Zui Shen’s smile was little silly but warm. Wenxu Jiang really had an affection for him so Zui Shen could stay with him for more than two years.

But now, Wenxu Jiang felt bored with Zui Shen. In France, Zui Shen interrupted Jiang’s call even he knew that was from Zhishu. This time, Wenxu had shut down the special number for Zui Shen; Zui Shen should have known that Wenxu Jiang didn’t want to contact him, but Zui Shen still dialed this number. Did Shen want to track Wenxu Jiang? It was crazy to do that. Shen might as well consider his weight in the heart of Wenxu Jiang. He thought Wenxu Jiang cared about him and wanted to be the formal spouse of Jiang after years of company. Wenxu Jiang didn’t mind Zui Shen secretly learnt the behaviors and habits of Zhishu. Sometimes he looked at these little habits and even indulged in enjoyment when missing Zhishu. But Wenxu Jiang couldn’t allow things that even Zhishu didn’t do were done by Zui Shen.

“Would you like some?” The voice of Zhishu made Jiang Wenxu suddenly earth to himself. His soft tone was somewhat weak and husky.

Wenxu Jiang shook his head and fed the remaining half bowl of porridge to Zhishu, “Where do you want to go? After New Year’s Day, I have a week time to spare.”

Zhishu wrinkled his delicate brow, looking sideways at Wenxu Jiang, like a kitten trying to rub itself against owner’s leg in a spoiled manner, “Travel is tiring.”

Wenxu’s heart was heavily touched and melted. He threw the spoon, pressed Zhishu at the back of the chair and gave Zhishu a long French kiss till his mouth was full of sweet smell of porridge. “Zhishu… Zhishu…” Wenxu Jiang muttered his name several times, and suddenly realized that the lovers outside were meaningless and the most desirable one was still Zhishu He.

Zhishu’s body was softened by this kiss. He was somewhat confused by Wenxu Jiang’s behavior. Zhishu He thought that Wenxu Jiang was like an emperor who suddenly realized he should dote on all his wives in the palace, and now it was his turn.

“Wenxu Jiang...”Zhishu escaped a kiss on his lips. His eyes were a little dull, “Your mother told me that our relationship couldn’t survive thirty years old.”

Wenxu Jiang was stunned. These things were too harsh to both of them. He did not know why Zhishi suddenly mentioned this. But he comforted Zhishu casually, “You’re thirty and I’m thirty-one years old this year. We did survive it, didn’t we?”

Zhishu burst into tears. He grasped Wenxu’s shirt and his thin shoulders trembled sharply. He said, “Yes, we survived it. In order to prove that your mother is wrong, I will try my best to survive 30 years old…”

Zhishu He seldom cried in front of Wenxu Jiang. He was tender, but he bore much in these years. In fact, he was often bullied to cry in bed by Wenxu Jiang. Zhishu knew that there was a streak of? sadism in Wenxu Jiang’s nature, and he could not satisfy Jiang. When he cried, Wenxu wouldn’t go on. Later, Wenxu Jiang became more and more gentle in bed and finally chose to be wild in other people’s beds.

Wenxu Jiang didn’t know what Zhishu was crying about, and his heart was almost broken upon Zhishu’s tears. He did not know that Zhishu was crying for them. One with deep love was short-lived while the other was promiscuous.

He was weeping for their love of fourteen years turned sour.

When they were in high school. One day, after classes were over, Wenxu Jiang gave a note to Zhishu He. He asked, “Do you know how it feels to like someone very much?”

When Wenxu Jiang was young, he did not use the word “love” easily, but he loved Zhishu He much more than any time.

That night, Zhishu held the note in his hand and thought about the question all night. Finally, he thought of Huang Biyun (a female writer of Hong Kong)’s sentence that love made people tolerant and silent without complaint and sadness.

This answer had been weighed and considered in Zhishu’s mind for thousands of times for more than ten years, but it had not been given to Wenxu Jiang. As if in Zhishu’s heart, love would fade away with words. The more he cared about, the faster he lost.

But eventually love would be lost.

Zhishu cried hard and got sleepy in the end. When he finally slept in Wenxu’s arms, he seemed to smell the fragrance of jasmine fourteen years ago.