I only want you

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author:Shen Yeyan's promise: A fleeting, elusive cloud, a languid yet endearing charm. Your innocence holds a fatal attraction; how can one forget you? My lifelong love is most captivating in your smile, a hundred turns that surround me, drawing me into your deep affection. I am no longer lonely; this is our promise from a past life—Mai Jiewen, "The Promise of a Past Life." Later, Liao Weixin always believed that he had fallen in love with Bai Jiming the moment he first saw him. Although Liao Weixin never believed in love at first sight, and at the time, he didn't even realize that stirring of his heart. Liao Weixin didn't really feel much for this person introduced by his friend Du Zicheng, except for the handsome face in the photo. But he had seen plenty of beautiful people. Alluring, wild, pure, mature… you could find them everywhere. He was rich, powerful, and had status; in fact, he wasn't lacking in "companions." Oh, I'm not saying Liao Weixin was a womanizer, although he had the means to be. In fact, Liao Weixin was very cautious in handling problems. He never created unnecessary trouble for himself. Du Zicheng was a very reliable friend, and anyone he introduced couldn't be too bad. Besides, he'd been feeling a bit lonely lately; ever since that celebrity suddenly became famous, he hadn't looked for anyone else. "Give him a try," Du Zicheng casually tossed Liao Weixin a few pages of paper. They were neatly written in small, elegant handwriting, listing his name, gender, age, education, height, weight, hobbies, personality description, along with a photo and even a recent medical report. Liao Weixin burst out laughing: "You did this? Anyone who didn't know better would think I was recruiting hotel staff." "He wrote it himself, saying it's better for everyone to get to know him first. He's always very methodical, much like you." Du Zicheng leaned closer to Liao Weixin, mysteriously adding, "A real virgin, never been with a woman before." "How much?" Liao Weixin lit a cigarette, joking. Du Zicheng kicked him: "You think I'm a pimp? He said it's just for fun, don't make it sound like you're keeping him. He has a regular job, but don't ask too many questions. He has a condition: it's just for a month, after which nobody knows each other. Don't ask about his profession, don't ask about his past, just enjoy the present." "Oh?" Liao Weixin raised an eyebrow, "Playing hard to get, afraid that once you're hooked, you won't be able to shake him off. You're not good at judging people, I'll meet him myself." Du Zicheng laughed: "Don't think you're so great, he might not even like you." The two arrived at the agreed-upon coffee shop, and Liao Weixin saw Bai Jiming from afar. At that time, Bai Jiming was sitting at a coffee table by the window, looking at the monotonous traffic outside the city. His hair wasn't long, black and smooth. His eyelashes were thick, giving his eyes a very alluring look. He wore an ordinary white shirt and dark pants. He remembered that the information said he was 183 cm tall, which wasn't short even in Northeast China. He was very quiet, that was Liao Weixin's first impression of Bai Jiming. He sat there, seemingly oblivious to everything around him. The bustling crowds streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows only accentuated Bai Jiming's composed and serene demeanor. Du Zicheng glanced at Liao Weixin, as if to say, "How was it? Not bad, right?" Liao Weixin ignored him and walked straight over. Bai Jiming turned around, saw them, and quickly stood up. He seemed a little reserved, a little uncomfortable, but this feeling was fleeting. "Hello, I'm Liao Weixin," Liao Weixin said, extending his hand. "Hello, I'm Bai Jiming." Liao Weixin noticed his voice was very magnetic, neither too loud nor too soft, just right. He spoke slowly, giving off a calm and composed air. Liao Weixin whistled inwardly; Du Zicheng had really found a gem this time. The rest of the conversation was unnecessary. Du Zicheng drank a cup of coffee, made an excuse, and slipped away, leaving only the two of them at the table. Liao Weixin watched Bai Jiming lift his coffee cup with his slender fingers, taking small sips. "Shall I come to your place?" Bai Jiming smiled gently, a hint of expectation in his clear, bright eyes. His eyes were always moist, carrying a touch of innocence and purity. He seemed to have a very good temper and not much of a strong opinion. It could be said that Liao Weixin was "deceived" by Bai Jiming from the very beginning. Who would have thought that someone so seemingly unassuming would have such a cold and stubborn personality? Liao Weixin didn't take Bai Jiming back to his real residence; he was only a companion for a month, so of course, he wasn't worthy of being invited into his home. Liao Weixin owned three houses in S City, and he took Bai Jiming to the Hunnan New District. There was less traffic there in the mornings, it was close to the hotel, and commuting was more convenient. As usual, they drank some alcohol, but Bai Jiming only wanted soft drinks, saying he was allergic to alcohol. Liao Weixin smiled and didn't force him. S City was different from the South; men who could drink were always more likely to make friends. Liao Weixin could tell that Bai Jiming wasn't the type to frequently go out socializing. He lacked worldly sophistication and possessed a scholarly air, very gentle and refined. This kind of quality couldn't be faked; some things can't be faked. As usual, it was time to shower. Liao Weixin went into the bathroom first, quickly rinsed off, and came out wrapped in a towel, letting Bai Jiming go in next. Liao Weixin lit a cigarette, prepared for a long wait. The first time always takes courage, especially since they'd only known each other for less than an hour. Even if Bai Jiming suddenly rushed out and left, he could understand. But Liao Weixin seemed to have underestimated Bai Jiming. Less than twenty minutes later, he was already showering and came out completely naked. "Sorry, I couldn't find a towel," Bai Jiming smiled, water droplets falling from his hair, tracing his sexy collarbone, down to his lower abdomen. Damn it, obviously on purpose. Liao Weixin grabbed him, threw him hard on the bed, and kissed him passionately. The first time, Liao Weixin was very careful. Only caring about one's own pleasure while ignoring the other person's feelings is definitely not a good top. He wanted both of them to be happy, or at least not to make Bai Jiming too uncomfortable. The effect was excellent; with Liao Weixin's help, Bai Jiming reached orgasm. His face was flushed, and that moment of dazed confusion was incredibly alluring. Liao Weixin couldn't resist lowering his head and gently kissing his lips. The second time, Bai Jiming knelt down to perform oral sex on Liao Weixin. Liao Weixin lay on the bed, watching his enormous desire being swallowed and released in Bai Jiming's mouth. He never expected him to go this far. Bai Jiming's eyes were raised, extremely seductive, causing Liao Weixin to let out a low growl and press him down to do it again. The third time, however, it was Bai Jiming on top, letting his anus slowly envelop Liao Weixin's penis, then slowly rhythmically moving. His eyes were glazed with desire, his lips were red from sucking, he moaned softly, almost murmured, his chest was covered in sweat, his nipples were already erect, and there were specks of white fluid on his lower abdomen... all of these things stimulated the deepest desires in Liao Weixin's heart. This man was no innocent virgin, he was practically a vixen! Liao Weixin pulled Bai Jiming off him, made him kneel on the bed, and forcefully penetrated him from behind. The two of them tossed and turned all night, sleeping until noon the next day. When Liao Weixin woke up, he saw Bai Jiming sleeping peacefully beside him, as serene as a baby, as if the wildness and passion of the previous night were nothing but a dream. Should he give him something to eat first? Liao Weixin looked at Bai Jiming sleeping so soundly, hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't bear to wake him, so he got up and washed himself. He still needed to check on the hotel. Liao Weixin put on his suit, took out a spare key from the drawer, wrote a note with a few words, left his phone number, and placed it on the bedside table along with the key. Upon arriving at the fast food restaurant downstairs, Liao Weixin ordered takeout to be delivered an hour later and then drove to the hotel. At 3 PM, Liao Weixin received a call from Bai Jiming. "How are you? Have you eaten?" Liao Weixin was incredibly good to his partner, gentle, considerate, and generous, but once the call ended, they were like strangers. "I'm fine, thank you." Bai Jiming's voice was still low and slow, then he asked, "Are you coming home for dinner tonight?" It sounded like a wife waiting for her husband to come home. Liao Weixin smiled inwardly, thinking that he had nothing to do after get off work, and said, "Okay, I'll come home for dinner." "Okay, then I'll wait for you." Bai Jiming said it very naturally, as if they had been living together for a long time. Even after hanging up the phone, Liao Weixin still had a strange feeling. It was an indescribable feeling, seemingly very stable and comfortable, definitely not bad. This Bai Jiming is interesting. A smile appeared on Liao Weixin's lips; suddenly, he really wanted to go home early. Author's Note: I was in a very pleasant mood while writing this, not nearly as serious as when I wrote "Love and Mountains," haha. Hmm, it feels a bit like writing about Lin Yi and Ying Changge, very relaxed, so I didn't think much about the characters or plot, hehe. Just read it for fun, consider it a break after a long story. Holidays, this world will be so beautiful, but nothing compares to this period. No one can avoid separation. Treat it as an unexpected holiday, treat it as a rest in hardship. I've loved you—Wang Fei, "Holiday" (modified). Liao Weixin returned home at seven o'clock, and was truly surprised to see the table full of dishes. Then, seeing Bai Jiming wearing an apron and carrying a bowl of clear soup from the kitchen, he really didn't know what to say. Bai Jiming casually said, "Hurry up and wash your hands and eat. You didn't have anything here, so I went to the supermarket to buy it." Looking up and seeing Liao Weixin standing still, he raised an eyebrow, his hand on the back of the chair:"What, afraid it's poisoned?" Liao Weixin laughed, "I didn't expect you to have this trick up your sleeve, not bad." As he spoke, he took off his coat and changed his shoes, then picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs. Mmm, delicious! Bai Jiming punched him lightly, "Go wash your hands, don't you know any hygiene? How did you even finish elementary school?" Liao Weixin laughed as he went to the bathroom, "Sorry, I'm illiterate." Stir-fried beef with green peppers, stir-fried shredded potatoes, cold mixed cabbage and jellyfish, sweet and sour pork ribs, and a bowl of radish, oyster, and vermicelli soup—the two men devoured the entire table of food. Liao Weixin gave a contented "hmm," leaning back in his chair, not wanting to move. Bai Jiming squinted at him, "Not bad, right? I don't know what your taste is like, but I made it to my liking, is it bland?" "Not bland, just right." "It's not just perfect, it's absolutely wonderful." Liao Weixin watched Bai Jiming clear the table, secretly pleased: Where did Du Zicheng find such a gem? I really need to treat him to a good meal sometime. Suddenly, Bai Jiming poked his head out and called out, "Weixin, come here and help me wash the dishes." Liao Weixin sighed, stood up, and slowly walked to the kitchen. Bai Jiming was methodically washing the dishes with detergent, his hands covered in white foam. Watching him bustling around, Liao Weixin suddenly felt a sense of warmth. As it turned out, Bai Jiming's admirable qualities that made Liao Weixin feel like he had met too late were not limited to this. This man seemed to really enjoy doing housework, and it was a mystery where he had so much time. He cooked a variety of dishes every day, and the room was always spotless. Once, Liao Weixin casually asked him, "Don't you have to go to work?" Bai Jiming casually replied, "I'm on vacation." Liao Weixin wanted to ask more, but then remembered Du Zicheng's words: two people shouldn't ask about each other's professions or pasts, so he kept quiet. Bai Jiming was very gentle and an excellent listener. In this era where everyone wanted to stand out and show off, his calmness was as precious as a diamond. No matter what Liao Weixin said, he always listened attentively with great interest. Moreover, Bai Jiming had a wide range of knowledge and could add a few words to anything, which made Liao Weixin even more talkative. Bai Jiming also liked watching movies, especially thrillers. The two of them would often snuggle up on the sofa with potato chips and watch DVDs together. Even if Bai Jiming had seen the movie before, he would never offer any opinion first, as if he were watching it for the first time. But he didn't like going to the cinema, finding it too crowded and noisy. This guy was really patient, with no socializing or business dealings. Liao Weixin secretly noticed that Bai Jiming rarely even answered the phone; it seemed that by living here, he had completely cut off all contact with the outside world. Liao Weixin was a sociable person, and his job required him to go out. When he was out socializing and drinking, Bai Jiming never called him or asked when he would be back. Often, in the middle of the night, Liao Weixin would drag his tired feet open the door, and instead of complete darkness, he would be greeted by a warm, yellow light from the entryway. It was comforting. The two were perfectly compatible sexually; Liao Weixin couldn't describe it beyond "amazing." Bai Jiming was very open and never shy or secretive. He even researched oral sex online and practiced it on Liao Weixin. He always had many strange and wonderful ideas, suddenly surprising Liao Weixin, even suggesting a day of SM. Bai Jiming could be quite wild at times; the two often tried different sensations, and no matter how outrageous Liao Weixin's demands, he never refused. It was truly exhilarating, indescribable. Liao Weixin was very satisfied and, of course, wouldn't mistreat his companion. He bought countless outfits, from head to toe, and gold cards and cash were displayed on the shoe rack by the door, not to mention the gifts he brought back. Bai Jiming never refused or thanked him, simply accepting them with a faint smile. Liao Weixin was in a great mood, looking forward to going home every night to experience Bai Jiming's new and wonderful things, whether it was food or the person himself. He avoided social engagements whenever possible, suddenly realizing how incredibly boring his previous life had been. After get off work, he would first go to the florist to buy a bouquet of flowers, imagining while driving that he would pluck the petals and scatter them on Jiming's naked body—it would surely be beautiful and alluring. Liao Weixin chuckled to himself as he drove, somewhat impatient. Remembering that Jiming liked cake, he got out of the car and bought a piece. He didn't know when Jiming's birthday was; it seemed to be on that form from back then. He would celebrate properly then. It's a pity Ji Ming doesn't drink, otherwise a candlelight dinner with some red wine would be so romantic... A big movie just came out, I have to drag him to the cinema this time, it's not the same as watching it on DVD at home, disaster movies are all about the shock effect... Du Zicheng's engagement, I should let Ji Ming go too, and let him meet those friends. He's very familiar with Du Zicheng, he probably won't refuse... Liao Weixin's thoughts wandered, he locked the car in the garage, picked up the bouquet, and whistled as he went upstairs. He rang the doorbell for a long time, but Ji Ming didn't open the door. What's that little devil up to now? Liao Weixin chuckled, took out his key and opened the door. The house was dark, Liao Weixin turned on the light and went into the bedroom. "Ji Ming." No one answered. Liao Weixin walked from room to room—the study, the kitchen, the bathroom, the master bedroom, the guest bedroom, the balcony… Bai Jiming wasn't there. Liao Weixin suddenly felt a wave of panic. He abruptly remembered something very important, rushed to the bedroom, and flung open the wardrobe. Bai Jiming's clothes were all gone. Liao Weixin turned his head and saw the conspicuous calendar on the bedside table. One month, a whole month. As if all the blood had been drained from his body, Liao Weixin sat blankly on the bed, his mind a complete void. He subconsciously pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a couple of puffs, and abruptly stood up to make a phone call. “Weixin? What do you want?” Du Zicheng's voice rang out. “Bai Jiming is gone.” “Gone? Oh, a month already, haha, I told you that kid was good. How was it, having a great time?” “What's his phone number?” Silence followed. After a long silence, Du Zicheng finally spoke: “We agreed to part ways, why are you still looking for him?” Liao Weixin was speechless for a moment. What should she say? That she had feelings for him? That she didn't want to break up? That she wanted to continue? That… “You're not serious, are you?” Du Zicheng's voice deepened. “Weixin, you don't understand him at all. He only agreed because I said you're decisive, that if it's over, it's over, no dragging things out. Bai Jiming is stubborn; once you break up, he'll never come back. Forget it.” Du Zicheng laughed again, “Or should I introduce you to someone even better?” "I'd be willing to be a pimp for you..." Liao Weixin couldn't hear anything Du Zicheng said anymore. He slowly hung up the phone, a sudden emptiness washing over him. The man who had been so docile and alluring beneath him that morning was gone without a word. Had he already wanted to leave then? Liao Weixin looked down at the spare key on the table, and a thick, large envelope. He emptied its contents. Gold cards and cash were all there, and underneath was a sheet of white paper with a printed form on it. Liao Weixin hurriedly pulled it out, examining it repeatedly, trying to find even a single word of tender affection. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It was just a dry list of numbers: the price of clothes, the price of gifts—refunds were given, and the non-refundable items were kept for a total of over ten thousand. Every single item was clearly listed; he had no idea how Bai Jiming had found those receipts. Bai Jiming was clearly more cunning than he had appeared to Liao Weixin. Liao Weixin suddenly remembered those photos—selfies they'd taken when they were bored, promised to save them on the computer to look at later. He deleted them all, not a single one left. The ones on the DV camera were gone, the ones on the digital camera were gone. Bai Jiming had vanished completely; even the last piece of paper with the handwriting was printed. Back then, Bai Jiming's self-recommendation form was handwritten. Right, there was still the self-recommendation form. Liao Weixin flopped onto the bed and reached for his bedside table. Thankfully, the self-recommendation form was still there, the neat, handsome handwriting, and the photo. Bai Jiming leaned against the bridge railing, his hair ruffling in the breeze, a gentle, serene smile on his lips. Only these few pages, this photo, remained, proving that someone had once spent a month with Liao Weixin. Liao Weixin lay on the bed, staring at the pale ceiling, a mix of emotions swirling within him. Loss? Sadness? Shock? Anger? It seemed like a combination of all, yet none of them. He couldn't even say Bai Jiming was wrong. The conditions had been agreed upon from the beginning; he'd leave after a month, which was perfectly reasonable. The money and gold card were still lying on the table; Bai Jiming hadn't taken anything. But was that really all? Was there really nothing else besides these material possessions? All that laughter, passion, sweet words, unrestrained moans and screams—all dissolved into this pile of lifeless things, leaving Liao Weixin breathless with suffocation. Bai Jiming, you're really ruthless! "The first encounter frozen, the first day frozen, the love frozen, the moment I kissed you"—JJ Lin's "Frozen." Bai Jiming had just stepped out of the corridor when he heard a commotion from his classroom. The bell had already rung, and many students were staggering back to their classrooms. It was the first day of the new semester; were they a little too excited to be back after the holidays? Bai Jiming didn't quicken his pace but, as always, slowly walked to the classroom door. He had been teaching this group of students from their first year of vocational school to their current third year; they knew each other's temperaments well.He knew Bai Jiming all too well. Fortunately, most students sat obediently in their seats, with only a few still standing. Upon seeing Bai Jiming, they quickly slipped back to their seats. Only a few freshmen remained at the front of the classroom, some sitting on desks, others leaning against the lectern, talking and laughing loudly, oblivious to everyone else. Bai Jiming didn't speak, or even move. He stood quietly at the door, watching the five or six freshmen. They quickly noticed the strangeness beside them and turned around. Seeing Bai Jiming, they ignored him and continued laughing. Bai Jiming had seen too many students like this; youth always had the right to rebel. It seemed that defying authority and breaking the rules made them the greatest heroes in the world. Bai Jiming remained silent, expressionless. Sensing the unpleasant situation, the other students quieted down. Time passed slowly, and the students grew increasingly bored, eventually falling silent. One of them pretended to have just seen Bai Jiming and exclaimed, "Oh, isn't this the teacher? When did you get here? Damn, are you blind? Hurry up and greet the teacher!" The students giggled and called out in strange voices, "Hello, teacher—" followed by another burst of laughter. Unfortunately, no one responded. The students below were too familiar with Bai Jiming and didn't make a sound. Bai Jiming walked forward, surprisingly not angry, and smiled faintly, saying, "I heard from other teachers that I have some new students in my class, quite good. Sure enough, they performed a monkey show right away, truly multi-talented." The students below chuckled softly. A few students, embarrassed, stepped forward and glared, "What the hell did you say?" Bai Jiming glanced at him, "What I said is not important, what you said is important. Write your words down on a piece of paper, read them fifty times in front of your mother, and you'll know what to say." The student was speechless, his face turning red and white. The others looked at each other, not daring to utter another word. Bai Jiming's face darkened, and he slowly walked to the lectern. The more composed he was, the more unbearable it became for the students, who involuntarily left the lectern and stood on the floor. Bai Jiming noticed their gazes fixed on a boy in the corner and immediately understood that there was a leader. Without a word, he walked to the podium, looking down at them: "These are new students. Sit in the back first. We can talk about any questions later." The students looked at the boy again. He nodded slightly and led the way to the back of the classroom, the others following. Bai Jiming took out the roster and called out names one by one. This time, no one caused trouble; everyone answered obediently. When he called "Luo Yilin," the boy stood up and said, "Here." Bai Jiming didn't dwell on the previous question. He opened his lesson plan and began lecturing. He noticed that Luo Yilin's gaze was fixed on him. Bai Jiming ignored it. Such a troublemaker was best left alone, or if you were to deal with him, you had to find a way to make him submit. If intervention was ineffective, it was better to leave him alone—being a teacher also required strategy. Of course, he had no idea that just as he turned to write on the blackboard, a student tilted his head and said to Luo Yilin, "Boss, this teacher is really arrogant." Luo Yilin looked at Bai Jiming thoughtfully, then smiled gently after a while and said, "He's like me." The student was surprised: "Boss, you mean he's also like..." Before he could finish, he saw Luo Yilin's gaze and quickly shut his mouth. Luo Yilin curled his lips and said softly, "Perfect, let's play with him." Being a teacher at a sports school is easy in some ways, just teaching in the morning and chatting and preparing lessons in the office in the afternoon, without the pressure of college entrance exams. But it's not easy in others, because all the children who come here are "problem students" from various schools. They have eccentric and extreme personalities and are very difficult to manage. It's common for them to go against the teachers; there have even been female teachers who were driven to tears. Bai Jiming applied for this job right after graduating from university. He didn't originally attend a teacher's college, but he liked the leisurely and peaceful atmosphere here, so he stayed after his internship. Three years had passed in the blink of an eye. He'd seen countless students with connections, tempers, and a penchant for causing trouble, but never one like Luo Yilin, who had actually followed him. Bai Jiming watched as the group approached step by step, and had no choice but to retreat, gradually disappearing into a dark alley. The group weren't students of this school, but they were all young, no more than seventeen or eighteen, with dyed hair and strange clothes. One of them whistled lewdly, "Not bad, fair skin and tender flesh. Oh, and he's gay, definitely the one being dominated, look at his seductive manner." "You're not falling for him, are you?" "Him? He has the lust, but not the guts." A burst of laughter followed. Bai Jiming remained unmoved, not even raising an eyebrow, ignoring the thugs and focusing only on Luo Yilin. The young man lit a cigarette, leaned against the wall, and casually watched the spectacle. "Perhaps you should call me Teacher Bai," Bai Jiming said, his voice still calm and unperturbed. "Haha, teacher? What the hell are you pretending to be innocent for? You're still calling yourself a damn teacher after leaving school." "So what if you're gay? I'm telling you, Mr. Bai, if we spread the word that you're gay, it'll cause a sensation." "Haha, beg us, maybe we'll take pity on you and let you off." "Or we can go into the school and shout everywhere: Mr. Bai is gay! Haha, how fun would that be?" The thugs spoke lewdly, their expressions obscene, waiting to see Bai Jiming make a fool of himself. Bai Jiming smiled calmly and asked peacefully, "Have you heard of Lin Zexu?" No one expected him to ask such a question, and they were all stunned. Bai Jiming slowly glanced at them and continued, "He once wrote a couplet. The first line is: 'The sea accepts all rivers; its capacity is vast.' Do you know the second line?" The thugs stared in disbelief. Bai Jiming smiled slightly and continued, "It's: 'A cliff stands tall and firm; without desire, it is invincible.' Do you know what that means?" A series of questions left them dumbfounded, unsure how to respond. Bai Jiming sighed, shook his head with a helpless expression, and said earnestly, "So, in today's society, even thugs need some education." The men looked at each other, bewildered. Luo Yilin chuckled, straightening up and swaying over: "You're quite interesting." Bai Jiming looked directly into Luo Yilin's eyes: "Speak, what do you want?" Luo Yilin tossed his cigarette on the ground and walked up to Bai Jiming: "Be my man." Bai Jiming chuckled: "Sorry, I don't want to support you." His words immediately drew a chorus of boos from the thugs: "Do you even know who he is?" "Yeah, does Brother Luo need you to support him? Even a hair on his head is thicker than your waist." "His toilet is bigger than yours!" Bai Jiming sneered: "So you're really rich and powerful, huh? Then tell me, which penny did you earn yourself?" He frowned, glanced at the shouting teenagers, then at Luo Yilin who was glancing at him sideways, and raised his voice: "I took the college entrance exam at nineteen and got into university through more than ten years of hard work. I graduated at twenty-two, submitted my resume, took written and oral exams to become a teacher, and that was through my own abilities. Everything I own now, every meal I eat, is bought with money I earned myself. And you? You rely on your parents and relatives for support, spending hundreds or thousands of dollars at a time. You don't study hard, all you do is chase girls. What's so great about that? Any man could live like that! Or you'd be carrying a machete and hacking people in the street, thinking you're righteous and brave. Let me tell you, anyone can fight! Besides that, what else can you do? What else can you do? You can fatten up pigs and have a good year, but raising you is only good for creating garbage to use as fertilizer. You're worthless." Bai Jiming spoke slowly, his voice not loud, but it silenced the teenagers. After a long while, they shouted, "What the hell did you say?!" Their voices were loud, but they were all bark and no bite. Luo Yilin waved his hand, pinning down the thugs, and slowly walked up to Bai Jiming, his nose almost touching his: "Your mouth... is quite something." Bai Jiming didn't flinch, only smiled: "Occupational hazard, can't help it." "You're not just insulting them, are you?" "To be honest, I don't think you're much better than them." Luo Yilin curled his lips: "I'm afraid you've misjudged me. I'm not someone who just eats without any skills." "Is that so?" Bai Jiming's expression was calm, his eyes bright. "Sorry, I can't imagine how mature a greenhorn could be." Luo Yilin lowered his eyes, looking at Bai Jiming's lips, and said softly: "Whether he's mature or not, we can try..." Bai Jiming stretched out his hand, palm facing outwards, to block his lips. Luo Yilin chuckled: "What, you're afraid?" Bai Jiming pushed him away, saying as he walked: "Sorry, you're too promiscuous, I'm afraid of getting AIDS." The thugs didn't know whether to stop him or not, and before they could even finish their hesitation, Bai Jiming had already passed right through them. Luo Yilin watched his retreating figure and suddenly called out, "Bai Jiming." Bai Jiming turned around, a gentle smile on his face: "At school, it's best to call me Teacher Bai." Without waiting for Luo Yilin's reply, he turned and left. Luo Yilin ignored the astonished looks of the others, only watching the disappearing figure, his eyes narrowing. Bai Jiming?! Everyone has a sorrow they want to hide, yet it only makes it more obvious. You are my unspeakable wound, wanting to forget, yet unable to resist recalling—Zhang Xinzhe's "White Moonlight" A powerful collision, pressureA suppressed scream seemed to ignite the surrounding air. Naked bodies clung tightly, frantically plundering and biting. Passion surged, hot fluids splattered, burning even their breath, an extreme madness, an extreme despair. He was brutally pierced by the hard, burning desire, each impact sending shivers down his spine. He forgot everything, only his body remained, instinctively yielding and responding. Pain, numbness, extreme pleasure—each one completely overwhelmed him, a tidal wave of lust washing over him, making him unable to bear it any longer, he cried out: "Weixin—" A surge of heat erupted instantly… Bai Jiming suddenly opened his eyes wide, staring into the pitch-black darkness, his heavy breathing clearly echoing in the silent room, his entire body drenched in sweat, his lower body soaked. He didn't move, then closed his eyes again, feeling the afterglow slowly fading from his body. His heartbeat gradually calmed, followed by boundless loneliness and emptiness. Bai Jiming slowly stood up, walked to the bathroom to shower, dried himself, changed into clean underwear, and strolled to the window. He then abruptly pulled back the curtains. The moon was large and bright, its light streaming through the glass and casting his shadow on the floor. Bai Jiming sat on the windowsill, propped one leg up against the wall, and quietly gazed at the white moon outside. From childhood, Bai Jiming had always been an excellent student, excelling in both character and academics. He was well-behaved, obedient, and sensible, never making excessive demands or doing anything outrageous. This was the type of child parents and teachers adored; he would never cause trouble and always knew what he was doing. He wasn't self-centered; gentle and harmless, he never aspired to stand out. He was the most ordinary person, destined to live a simple life in this society. The only characteristic that could be considered his individuality was his exceptional self-control. Bai Jiming always knew what he should do and what he wanted; he wouldn't allow any problems in his life, and he wouldn't let anyone around him down. Until he went to university, Bai Jiming suddenly discovered that he was more interested in men than women. What to do? Escape? Pain? Loss? Despair? Depravity? Resignation? Indecision? That wasn't Bai Jiming. His first reaction was to immediately go to the library and borrow every book about homosexuality—physical, psychological, even novels. He calmly and objectively observed his own body and mind, comparing them one by one with what was described in the books—he was bisexual, but leaned more towards same-sex attraction. Bai Jiming knew, of course, what it meant to be attracted to the same sex. The pressure of society, the gaze of those around him, including his parents' heartbreak—everything was reality. Bai Jiming rationally analyzed the situation. Some things were unchangeable, such as his sexual orientation; but some things could be controlled, such as whether or not to conform to his sexual orientation. There was no need to be sad or embarrassed; it had happened, and he had to face it. That year, Bai Jiming made a very bold decision: to indulge himself once, and then return to a normal life. Bai Jiming was prepared and methodical; once he made up his mind, he would carry it out, no matter how tedious the process. This is where Du Zicheng comes in. He was Bai Jiming's classmate and one of his few close friends. Only he knew Bai Jiming's secret and volunteered to find him a reliable person. The reason it took three years was because Bai Jiming said he wasn't ready yet. Since he could only indulge once, it had to be absolutely perfect. Bai Jiming started saving money, researching, and learning to cook. Every detail, including the first meeting, how they would live together, and how he would disappear afterward, was meticulously planned. He was also satisfied with the choice. Although he didn't know what Liao Weixin did, Du Zicheng had promised that this person was extremely wealthy, from a very privileged background. This meant that Bai Jiming, with his extremely limited social life, would never have any contact with him in the future. They would live their lives, one brilliantly, the other quietly, like two parallel lines in the city, constantly extending but never intersecting. Perfect, flawless. Bai Jiming gently pressed his face against the windowpane, gazing at the reflection inside. Besides a faint loneliness, there was also—longing. Was this love? Bai Jiming chuckled softly, feeling the coolness of the glass, and closed his eyes. Well, love seemed more perfect than leaving no trace afterward. Such intense sex could never happen again; such desperate love could never happen again. Afterward, he would meet an ordinary girl, marry, have a child, experience the mundane realities of life—the joys and sorrows, the ups and downs of career and family, growing old, and dying. This month's passion and love, the embraces and tenderness, would remain hidden deep within his heart. Perhaps when he saw certain scenes, perhaps in the dead of night, perhaps in the quiet of the night lost in thought, he would occasionally recall that once intimate person, that well-buried sorrow. Liao Weixin. This name would gradually fade with time. Even though it pained him so much now. It would end, everything in this world, including love. Bai Jiming sat on the windowsill, watching the moonlight gradually dim, while the world grew even brighter. So be it, life is always flawed, isn't it? Bai Jiming smiled; at that moment, he even felt that sadness was something to look back on. He never imagined that the world's affairs wouldn't change according to human will. He never imagined that just a few days later, two people who should never have had a chance to meet again would reunite because of a chance encounter. And this chance encounter was a major event that the entire city of S, all of China, and even the world were watching—the Olympics. "When you held my hand in farewell, I heard the sound of love being quietly crushed"—Wang Leehom, "Tears in My Palm." Although there was still almost a year until the 2008 Beijing Olympics, all Chinese people were excitedly anticipating that momentous day. S City holds significant importance in the history of Chinese football; the only time the Chinese men's football team ever qualified for the world stage was here. Therefore, choosing S City as a co-host city for the Beijing Olympics football matches was perfectly reasonable; it could even be predicted that the Chinese men's football team would first participate in the Olympic group stage here. Although the Beijing Olympics ignited the passion of the Chinese nation, the application and hosting of the Games were actually conducted not in the name of the nation, but in the name of the city. The five adorable Fuwa mascots, whose names together spell "Beijing Welcomes You," not "China Welcomes You." As a co-host city, S City naturally participated in the Games in its own name, so it was only natural that the preparatory work fell to the S City Sports Bureau. Bai Jiming's sports school was a direct subordinate unit of the S City Sports Bureau, and naturally, it had to contribute its efforts to the Chinese Olympics. And what about Liao Weixin? His "Kerry" five-star hotel happened to be designated by the Sports Bureau as the official hotel for receiving Olympic officials and athletes in S City. In such a grand occasion, it was without question that Liao Weixin would personally participate throughout. Under the influence of this environment, Bai Jiming encountered Liao Weixin again, continuing their inexplicable and mysterious connection. After Bai Jiming disappeared, Liao Weixin didn't use any resources to search for him; he wasn't impulsive enough to do so. Liao Weixin is Liao Weixin; he has his pride, though he feels some disappointment and regret. But a true man should be able to let go. Since it was agreed upon to be a one-month agreement, and the other party has completely broken things off, it would be ungentlemanly to continue clinging on and pestering them. Liao Weixin still has many things to do. The Olympics will be held next year, and for the sake of everything, the government has decided to launch a test event called "Good Luck Beijing" Women's Invitational Tournament this year at the Olympic venues in several co-hosting cities. This will rehearse all the Olympic event procedures, including the reception services at official hotels. Then, lessons will be learned, problems identified, and preparations made for the official competition next year. Liao Weixin is busy with these things, such as signing official agreements with the government; giving interviews to express his determination; holding meetings with all departments to fully support the Olympic test event; and personally supervising the front lines of service to improve service awareness and standards… Before seeing Bai Jiming, Liao Weixin was sitting in a crowd listening to staff from the Ministry of Health conduct food hygiene training; the multi-functional hall, with over a thousand people, was packed. Most of the participants were volunteers selected from various universities and sports schools, with some being staff from the Kerry Hotel. The staff member spoke in a very soft voice, at an extremely fast pace, and in a dull and monotonous manner, making everyone drowsy. Liao Weixin wanted to get up and leave several times, but he forced himself to stay. Whether he listened or not was irrelevant; the key was to show a gesture, a sense of importance. This was for his employees to see, and also for the S City government officials. Finally, the staff member finished speaking and announced a fifteen-minute break. The audience cheered, and Liao Weixin breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he stood up, a short, stout middle-aged man approached him and said, "Mr. Liao, let me introduce you to someone." The middle-aged man was Director Tang Lin, responsible for reception in the Olympic service team, and also a government official who directly dealt with the hotel. Liao Weixin nodded and said, "Okay," and walked out with him. As soon as they entered the lobby, Liao Weixin immediately saw...Bai Jiming stood quietly in the corner, still dressed in light-colored clothes and black trousers, a roll of printer paper in his hand. Liao Weixin's heart pounded, a sharp pain shooting through his chest. The pain was so unfamiliar and intense that Liao Weixin was caught off guard. Before he could even process it, Tang Lin had already pulled Bai Jiming over and introduced him to Liao Weixin: "Bai Jiming, a physical education teacher, teaches math. He's now one of my men, specifically in charge of reception at the Kerry Hotel. He's a good young man, honest and reliable, very capable." Then, pointing at Liao Weixin, he said to Bai Jiming, "This is President Liao." Bai Jiming looked up, meeting Liao Weixin's eyes, his gaze clearly filled with astonishment. For a moment, Liao Weixin felt incredibly good. Unfortunately, this good feeling didn't last long. Bai Jiming recovered almost instantly, extending his hand to Liao Weixin and saying, "Hello, I'm Bai Jiming." His voice was still slow and gentle, with a low, magnetic quality. Liao Weixin found the unfamiliar and awkward smile on his face extremely irritating. This man, who had been begging for pleasure beneath him just half a month ago, was now acting like they didn't know each other at all. "Fine, you've got guts." Liao Weixin shook his hand and said, "Hello, I'm Liao Weixin." Tang Lin, oblivious to the undercurrent between them, turned to Bai Jiming and said, "Jiming, you still have training to do, go and prepare." Bai Jiming bowed and said, "Then I'll be going now," before turning and leaving. While Liao Weixin was awkwardly dealing with Tang Lin, his mind was already racing into the multi-functional hall. Finally, when Tang Lin said, "Let's go in," he immediately stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter, and walked in together. Fifteen minutes had passed, and the hall gradually quieted down. Bai Jiming's clear voice, transmitted through the microphone, resounded throughout the multi-functional hall: "Hello everyone, I am Bai Jiming, a teacher from the sports school. Today, I will be here to provide training on Olympic reception services for you, which will last approximately two hours." His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, and his pace was neither too fast nor too slow. After all, Bai Jiming had been a math teacher for two years, and his teaching demeanor was far superior to that of the health department staff. He was calm and composed, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire hall, taking in the expressions of even the listeners in the most secluded corners. “I know everyone is exhausted after several days of training and rehearsals. Therefore, I’ve prepared a short video to help you relax.” Bai Jiming clicked the mouse on his laptop, and immediately, a familiar melody filled the multi-functional hall: “…When the Olympic flame was first lit, hope followed; when the finish line is no longer permanent, the heart experiences it…” On the big screen, President Samaranch announced: “China, Beijing.” That glorious moment was followed by scenes of Chinese people laughing and jubilant, various scenes from previous Olympic Games—cheers, joy, tears, excitement, and sorrow. “…Fly beyond dreams together, you and I need to face it sincerely. Let life savor this moment, let time remember this time…” Although everyone had heard this song countless times and seen this scene countless times on television, never before had this moment been so moving, so deeply touching. Even Liao Weixin couldn’t help but sit up straight, watching intently as the images flashed across the screen. "I believe that everyone here is quite excited. Such a wonderful event, such glorious moments, are about to unfold in China, in Beijing, right here in our country. And we, as Olympic volunteers, will personally experience this history, witness this exciting moment, and participate in the world's greatest sporting event. We are gathered here for one purpose: to contribute our strength to the Beijing Olympics, to ensure the complete success of this Games, and to bring 'One World, One Dream' to every corner of the world. Everyone here is an elite among elites, selected through rigorous processes. From this moment on, your every action represents not only yourself, or even just your school, but the entire volunteer team, the entire city of S, and the entire Chinese nation!" A short Olympic video and a few words immediately focused everyone's attention on the training, sweeping away the previous frustration and anxiety. From the significance of participation to service tasks, from etiquette to reception procedures, Bai Jiming acted like an excellent conductor, calming the excited audience and inspiring them when they were weary. This side of Bai Jiming was one Liao Weixin had never seen before, radiating confidence in every gesture. He was the best director, and the thousand-plus people present were his actors, unconsciously following his every step—whether exhilarated, thoughtful, laughing, sorrowful, or sighing. Liao Weixin looked at Bai Jiming, elegant and composed, radiant, a faint smile playing on his lips, his eyes shining like stars. Every move, every smile, captivated Liao Weixin's gaze, and before he could even realize it, he was completely mesmerized. Liao Weixin couldn't even hear what Bai Jiming was saying anymore, or rather, it no longer mattered to him. There was only that person before him, that vibrant, dynamic, complex multifaceted being, firmly controlling Liao Weixin's entire heart, from which he could no longer escape. Until a burst of enthusiastic applause jolted Liao Weixin back to reality, and there Bai Jiming had already bowed, taken his speech, and walked off the stage. He didn't come over, but instead quietly asked a staff member nearby, then turned and walked out. Liao Weixin didn't hesitate; he immediately stood up and followed, all the way to the restroom. Bai Jiming was washing his hands, the printed manuscript beside him. Liao Weixin stopped, and Bai Jiming looked up; their eyes met in the large mirror. No one spoke. The aloofness in Bai Jiming's eyes made all the words Liao Weixin was about to say vanish. Bai Jiming turned to face Liao Weixin. An unusual atmosphere hung in the air, like a thick, impenetrable fog, making it hard for Liao Weixin to breathe. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "You spoke very well." "Thank you." Bai Jiming smiled, his polite and respectful expression understanding perfectly. He said, "It's nothing, I'll go out now." Liao Weixin's heart felt like it was being tightly bound by a fine wire, the tighter the grip, the more it bled. He smiled bitterly to himself; there was, after all, someone Liao Weixin could never have. He took a deep breath and said, "Goodbye." Bai Jiming smiled gently again, "Goodbye, Mr. Liao." Liao Weixin didn't move. He watched Bai Jiming slowly walk towards him, getting closer and closer. Then—they brushed past each other. Liao Weixin stood there, tightly closing his eyes. "I want to love you so much, it's an unbearable torment. Please, please don't choose to hide. I only want to love you. I want to love you so much, can I only guess your outline in the fog?" —Zhang Xinzhe, "I Want to Love You So Much" Liao Weixin returned to the multi-functional hall, where Tang Lin greeted him with a smile: "President Liao, we can't arrange any other activities tonight. I've booked a restaurant for our Sports Bureau's reception staff and your Kerry team to get together. From now until the end of next year's Olympics, we still need to cooperate happily." Liao Weixin smiled politely: "Since you're at Kerry, it's natural for me to treat you. How can I let Director Tang spend the money?" Tang Lin waved his hand: "No, no, I have to treat you this time. Next time, I'll let you treat me next time." Before Liao Weixin could reply, he turned to call Bai Jiming: "Xiao Bai, you come too. We'll have a long time to cooperate in the future, so let's take this opportunity to get to know each other." Bai Jiming was taken aback at first, then smiled and nodded. From the two reuniting, to sitting down and chatting with everyone, to taking a car to the restaurant, and finally sitting around the table. Bai Jiming acted as if he were truly meeting Liao Weixin, the general manager of the largest five-star hotel in S City, with utmost naturalness in his speech, demeanor, and expression. If he had deliberately avoided Liao Weixin even slightly, Liao Weixin's mood wouldn't be so terrible. This man had completely erased that month, leaving not a trace. How could there be such a person? Was he just too good at acting, or simply too heartless? Liao Weixin couldn't maintain this nonchalance; he unconsciously followed Bai Jiming's lead, even abandoning his usual jovial demeanor and merely smiling at the polite remarks from Tang Lin and other government officials. Sometimes, Liao Weixin would inadvertently look up and see Bai Jiming turn his face away, their eyes meeting, and his heart would flutter. The food had been ordered, and at the table were seven or eight people: several administrative directors from Kerry on Liao Weixin's side, Bai Jiming on Tang Lin's side, and a few sports school teachers. At first, everyone was a bit reserved, but since they were all seasoned business people and intentionally trying to get to know each other, things gradually warmed up after a few drinks. The door opened, and Du Zicheng entered the private room. Looking at the people around the table, he smiled and said, "Sorry, sorry, something came up and I'm late." Several people quickly stood up. Du Zicheng was the vice president of Kerry, specifically responsible for liaising with sports bureau officials, and many of them were already familiar with him. However, seeing Bai Jiming for the first time, he was stunned and called out, "Bai Jiming." He subconsciously looked at Liao Weixin. The three people's eyes met in the air, and before they could discern what was hidden in each other's eyes, Tang Lin loudly proclaimed from the side:"Xiao Bai, do you know President Du?" Bai Jiming nodded slightly: "Yes, we were classmates in college." Tang Lin laughed: "That's even better, Xiao Bai, come, sit next to President Du." Liao Weixin watched Bai Jiming sit down with a smile. Du Zicheng asked a few questions in a low voice, seemingly glancing up at him. Bai Jiming didn't look up, but replied softly, which brought a relieved look to Du Zicheng's face. The sounds of clinking glasses, loud conversation, and laughter rose and fell around them, but Liao Weixin kept his eyes fixed on that person. Bai Jiming remained quiet, only speaking softly to Du Zicheng. Du Zicheng was a natural comedian; a few words from him could make people double with laughter. Bai Jiming was very happy, occasionally clenching his fist and covering his mouth with his knuckles to stifle a laugh. He was always like this; even when very happy, he would never laugh out loud. The two of them nestled on the sofa watching a comedy. Bai Jiming often leaned on Liao Weixin's shoulder, laughing so hard he curled up in a ball, but without making a sound. Liao Weixin said he was suited for silent films and would definitely be a huge star in Chaplin's era. Bai Jiming retorted, "I'm not mute." Liao Weixin whispered mischievously in his ear, "Being mute is fine too, as long as you can shout in bed." Enraged, Bai Jiming kicked him, causing him to sit on the floor. Du Zicheng placed a piece of lamb chop in Bai Jiming's bowl. Did Bai Jiming like lamb? Liao Weixin didn't know. Bai Jiming always liked to call him in the afternoon when he was at work: "What do you want to eat today?" Liao Weixin would always answer: "Anything." Then he waited for a table full of surprises. Yes, why had he never asked Bai Jiming what he liked to eat? Looking back now, in the month they'd spent together, Bai Jiming had never made a single request. And Liao Weixin had never been picky about what he gave him. But Liao Weixin had no idea what he needed; he simply followed the tastes of his previous "partners"—luxury watches, clothes, bags, even cosmetics and gold jewelry. Liao Weixin suddenly felt a pang of regret; it turned out he was the one who was wrong. Tang Lin, unaware of the strangeness between the three, only noticed Liao Weixin constantly glancing at Bai Jiming. He assumed Bai Jiming was preoccupied with catching up with Du Zicheng and had forgotten about President Liao, so he quickly said, "Xiao Bai, we owe a great debt to President Liao for his strong support this time. Quickly, toast President Liao!" Bai Jiming put down his chopsticks, picked up his glass, and stood up. Just as he was about to speak, Tang Lin said again, "What's in your glass? A beverage? How can you drink a beverage?" Liao Weixin quickly said, "A beverage is fine too. Don't I drink beverages too? Jiming is allergic to alcohol, so a beverage is fine." The word "Jiming" trembled slightly as it left his lips, as if a tightly guarded secret had been secretly peeked out, something he both wanted to reveal and feared. Tang Lin frowned, while the sports school teachers burst into laughter: "Bai Jiming is allergic to alcohol? Haha, President Liao is really joking." "That's right, President Liao is meeting Xiao Bai for the first time and doesn't know his nickname." "Xiao Bai is known as the sports school's 'liquor king.' If he's allergic to alcohol, we'll all get alcohol poisoning, haha." Tang Lin also laughed: "President Liao isn't familiar with Xiao Bai yet. Come on, Bai Jiming, show us your skills." He turned and called for the waiter to bring baijiu. Liao Weixin looked at Bai Jiming with slight surprise, his face flushing slightly with embarrassment. However, he quickly calmed down, took the 56° baijiu from the waiter, poured himself a full glass, and smiled at Liao Weixin: "President Liao, a toast to you. You're driving, please feel free to drink as you please. I'll drink first as a sign of respect." Without hesitation, he looked up and downed the three-ounce glass of baijiu (Chinese liquor). He then flicked his wrist, revealing the bottom of the glass, drawing cheers from the hotel. Liao Weixin's mind was a jumbled mess, unable to articulate his thoughts. He mechanically picked up his drink and took a sip, his mouth bitter. A deep sense of loss welled up within him, mixed with a strange sense of absurdity. He had been deceived by Bai Jiming, yet he didn't even have the right to question him. In fact, it wasn't even deception, just an excuse. But, Jiming, did you have no real feelings for me, not even a little bit? As the saying goes, better to leave a group behind than one person behind. Since Bai Jiming had started, the toasts had to be made, but this time it wasn't baijiu anymore. Holding a glass of liquor in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, he began pouring and toasting each person from one side of the table, emptying two bottles in the blink of an eye. Du Zicheng simply watched, not offering to stop him from drinking, and even joked, "You should practice more; you'd be perfect as a groomsman at my wedding, saving me the trouble of drinking." Bai Jiming turned around and glared at him: "I'll be lucky if I don't force you to drink." Du Zicheng laughed. Alcohol is truly a wonderful thing. Just moments ago, the two were strangers, reserved with each other, but now they were flushed, calling each other brothers, practically inseparable. Bai Jiming was handsome, could drink a lot, and had a good temper; no matter how outrageous the other's jokes, he only smiled. Moreover, everyone had witnessed his training session earlier; such a capable, good-looking, and honest man was truly rare. A female executive director of a hotel began secretly asking a female teacher from the sports school next door: "The young man is quite nice. Does he have a girlfriend?" "He's a really good person, but his family isn't well-off. He's not from around here, from a small city. He doesn't have a car or a house, and as a teacher, he doesn't earn much. These days, girls are so materialistic; they won't accept anything less than a certain standard. It's too difficult." "My niece is quite good, 170cm tall, a perfect match. Her parents are respectable people, they lack nothing, they just want a decent young man." "Hmm... I'm just worried that if the woman's conditions are too good, the young man will suffer." "He has a good temper, what's a little loss?" Liao Weixin clenched his fists, the light was stark white, unusually glaring. He watched Bai Jiming drink and laugh, listen attentively, nod in agreement—all the ways he used to see Bai Jiming were now being displayed before others. He guessed the others would be the same. Could there be even a little, just a little, that was only between the two of them, even if it was just a memory? Okay, I admit it, I'm jealous. Jealous of the person you can spend the rest of your life with. Whether male or female. Author's Note: Sorry, I've been really busy lately. I'll just write a little something, please bear with it. This story isn't written very seriously, so please don't take it too seriously, haha, just for fun. Pretending to love completely once and then burying the pain in your heart? To prove they were still alive—Bai Jiming and nearly ten others, excluding Liao Weixin and Du Zicheng who were driving, only drank one bottle of beer, finishing off the remaining bottle of baijiu and three cases of beer. Everyone was inexplicably excited by the alcohol. Tang Lin, facing the hotel staff's toasts, repeatedly waved his hand, saying, "I can't drink anymore, any more would be too much." He glanced at his watch and said to Liao Weixin, "Mr. Liao, you all drink, I have something to do, I have to go first." Liao Weixin and Du Zicheng stood up together and, along with Bai Jiming and the others, saw Tang Lin to the door. With the leader absent, the sports school teachers became lively. Since they were all of similar age, there was no need for formalities, and they clamored to go sing karaoke. Liao Weixin remained silent, only looking at Bai Jiming. Bai Jiming frowned: "It's too late, let's go home." A female teacher punched him: "Are you even a man? It's only a few o'clock and you already complain about being late, you never go." Another chuckled, "That's just how Xiao Bai is, he deserves to be tormented. Asking for his opinion is absolutely pointless. You have to do this..." He stepped forward and grabbed Bai Jiming's collar, looking fierce, "Are you going or not?!" Bai Jiming quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I give up, I give up, let's go." "There was a KTV right next to the restaurant. Liao Weixin was treating, so we went in and got the biggest private room. We also ordered beer, fruit platters, and snacks from the supermarket on the first floor. Anyway, school was closed tomorrow, and the sports school teachers were all gearing up for a party. The hotel staff were all busy socializing every day, so this was no problem for them. They started ordering songs like ballads, rock, pop, and classics. It didn't matter if they sang well or not, the important thing was to have fun. Bai Jiming quietly hid in a corner, smiling with his eyes half-closed. Du Zicheng went over and chatted with him while drinking, pointing and gesturing. A few girls and the hotel's executive director sang five or six songs. At first, they were quite good at it, but as soon as Cui Jian's 'Rock on the New Long March' started playing, even Du Zicheng stood up and shouted along: 'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.'" Then everyone burst into laughter. Next came Beyond's "Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies," Cui Jian's "Nothing to My Name," and Black Panther's "Nowhere to Hide," a series of rock songs that left everyone hoarse. Bai Jiming listened and laughed, even clapping and cheering along. Finally, after all that shouting, Du Zicheng slammed down the microphone and yelled, "This is fucking inhuman singing!" This caused another round of laughter. Just as everyone quieted down, the familiar music started again, this time it was "Iron-Blooded Loyal Heart" from "The Legend of the Condor Heroes." This song was a dream for those born in the 70s. No one spoke then. Just as everyone was looking at each other, a girl from the sports school grabbed the microphone and beckoned to Bai Jiming: "Come on, stop pretending." Bai Jiming smiled and stood up, and the sports school cheered in unison. Bai Jiming confidently picked up the microphone and began to sing along to the melody: "Leave behind worldly affairs and sorrows, let's accompany each other to the ends of the earth." "It was standard Cantonese. The two had clearly sung it many times before, and were already in sync, reminiscent of Roman Tam and Jenny Tseng. They frequently exchanged glances, gazing deeply into each other's eyes, as if a thousand words were unspoken within the song. Their gazes were so intense that the hotel staff were a little confused: 'Aren't they a couple?' 'Haha, what couple? She has a boyfriend,' a sports school teacher replied, then shouted, 'I said you two are more like it!'""Oh no, if this keeps up, we'll get a scandal!" "Bai is such a good actor, it's so real. Zhou Yang, why don't you fall for someone else, we won't say anything." Zhou Yang shouted during the interlude, "I can't help it, I get into character the moment I see Bai's eyes. Oh no, I've fallen for you, haven't I?" Bai Jiming laughed, "Don't do that, you're keeping him around to ruin someone else's life. I don't want to sacrifice myself for others." Zhou Yang gritted his teeth and kicked him. Du Zicheng said from the side, "You guys don't know, back in our university, Bai Jiming was a total prince charming, even I was outshone. His specialty was love songs, that look, that expression, he could move any girl to tears, and they'd immediately grab his hand and go register, no hesitation whatsoever." "Get lost, that's you. You regretted it when you got to the Civil Affairs Bureau, ran away under the pretext of buying drinks, and I had to coax her all afternoon, and you still have the nerve to say that." "Yeah, and then that girl fell for you, didn't she?" "I even make you sushi every day, haha, so sweet!" The two revealed each other's secrets, and the girls cheered, "Bai Jiming, give us one! Bai Jiming, give us one!" Bai Jiming smiled helplessly and picked up the microphone. Du Zicheng said, "To listen to Prince Charming's love songs, we need to turn off the lights." He went over and turned off all the wall lamps and spotlights, leaving only the music video on the screen flashing in the large private room. Everyone quieted down, and the melodious and soothing tune slowly began to play; it was Xiong Tianping's "Snowbird." "Following the migratory birds southward, the wind blows like a knife. You pierce my heart, I bleed for you. The world you abandoned, I wait for you to return." Bai Jiming's clear voice flowed like spring water, clear, ethereal, and otherworldly. He casually sat on a high chair beside the screen, facing Liao Weixin in the corner of the sofa. It was very bright around Bai Jiming, making the darkness in front of him seem even more overwhelming, engulfing everyone else.He stared at the corner, unable to see, yet feeling more at ease. He sang as if to himself, yet also to him, his voice filled with deep despair and sorrow: "I don't want to fly south, tears fall drop by drop. You embrace my empty arms, everything I've ever had, you gave me the most beautiful." "I turn back to fly and chase, letting the past scenes bring me to tears. I don't believe you've forgotten, I don't want to fly alone, without you, wherever I escape, my heart is ashen." He would never know, he would never know. Darkness was the strongest and most powerful camouflage, concealing all his emotional outbursts. And the song wa

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