[No. 10 Yandaixie Street] (21-22) Author: Jianzoupianfeng1219

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Author: Jian Zou Pian Feng 1219
Word Count: 7861
Act 21 Unrooted
Liang Ze: Which one should I choose?
Hang Hang: Which one do you like better?
Liang Ze: I just can't choose! Damn it, why am I so handsome?
Hang Hang: ...Let's be a little more modest, okay?
Liang Ze: Uh, oh, ah! I understand, you're more handsome than me!
Hang Hang: You...
Liang Ze: Hey, tell me, if we had met earlier, like when we were eighteen or nineteen, could we
have formed a group and participated in a talent show?
Hang Hang: Even if you had known me since you were eight, I wouldn't have participated with you!
Liang Ze: Huh? Why? Isn't everyone supposed to dream of becoming a star?
Hang Hang: The only thing we could win together... is probably crosstalk.
Liang Ze: ...
"Just pick one randomly, they're all pretty good." Hang Hang said, taking his pajamas from the closet, "Go take a shower first
." After saying that, he took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.
"Huh?" Liang Ze's face darkened. What he feared most had come to pass. The shoot had ended quite late, and since it was digital,
some parts only needed simple editing before it was ready, so he waited. By the time he got back to Hang Hang's place, it was past 2 AM, and
he had no reason to go home. But if he didn't go back… well, what excuse could he come up with this time?
"What 'huh'? Hurry up and go."
"Okay…"
Liang Ze took off his clothes and went inside. Hang Hang frowned. This guy had too many bad habits. Look at him, he just
threw his suit on the floor like that.
He must have owed him something in his past life. Thinking this, Hang Hang helplessly squatted down to tidy up. After hanging everything in the closet,
he stared blankly at the open closet door.
Clearly, Liang Ze's "huh" had expressed immense helplessness. He wondered if Liang Ze was currently
washing up while trying to come up with an excuse, then coming out to say to him: "Handsome! Because of this and that, let's not do this and
that anymore.
Is having sex with me that painful?
" He felt so frustrated. No one had ever questioned him like this before. Everyone who's been with him unanimously describes him as
gentle and skillful...
or perhaps because he's...straight?
It's probably mostly psychological; after so many years with women, asking him to suddenly lie down is
...really too much to ask.
But clearly, if he doesn't force himself, he has to force himself. He has to get down on his own. It's an obvious fact.
Hang Hang is extremely hesitant. This hesitation might seem incomprehensible to others, but for Hang Hang, it's
his final bottom line. He's never considered giving himself to anyone, not even during that absurd, passionate love affair years ago
. That's not within his consideration. Perhaps this thought is despicable, but that's Hang Hang; give and
take is a rule he's adhered to for years.
But now is a critical moment. If he doesn't compromise and things continue like this, then
he'll inevitably become stubborn and rebellious. Now he's hiding, the next step is probably to escape, and the final result...can only be
a fruitless end.
Forgetting love or losing his virginity.
A choice between the two.
Hang Hang completely rejected the former. If he could just give up and go with it, he wouldn't be in such distress now.
Love is love, and denying it is futile.
So, obviously, only…
“Handsome, I’m done showering, it’s your turn!” Liang Ze came out drying his hair, his attitude quite relaxed, but the evasiveness in his eyes
was obvious.
“Okay.” Hang Hang touched his damp hair and kissed his moist cheek. “Lie
down and wait for me.”
Liang Ze nodded with a silly grin. “Okay.” But as soon as Hang Hang entered the bathroom, his smile vanished. Wait…wait for
what? Wait for…you know what?
No, no. Liang Ze kept shaking his head. He was finding it increasingly difficult to make love with him; his body’s rejection
was clearly escalating. He couldn’t let Hang Hang see it; that would hurt his dear handsome guy terribly.
What to do?
These were the only two words in his mind while showering—what to do. But even now, he still couldn’t come up with a solution.
He was conflicted!
Now, Liang Ze was completely at a loss with Hang Hang. A couple who could
n't even satisfy each other's most basic sexual desires… that left them with only Platonic love. Unfortunately, he wasn't one to settle for Platonic love, and
neither was the handsome guy.
Was he supposed to negotiate with him, saying, "You go find men, I'll go find women, and as for sex, we
'll treat each other well in other aspects?" That would be asking for trouble! He couldn't accept that either!
Lying in bed, Liang Ze tossed and turned, completely like an ant on a hot plate. Later, he couldn't hold back any longer. He wanted to
smoke, but then thought Hang Hang would be bothered by the smoke…
Suddenly, he sat up, went out of the bedroom, grabbed his jeans from the entryway, pulled on his jacket, and
wrapped it around his neck before leaning against the living room window.
He lit a cigarette, but his thoughts weren't clear; instead, he became even more conflicted.
After smoking three cigarettes, Liang Ze still had no idea. Finally, he decided, "Fine, let it be
. At least I have to satisfy the handsome guy, right?" He gritted his teeth. He'd gritted his teeth countless times; this time was no different. He'd just grit his teeth again.
Wasn't "I love you" just a form of self-torture?
But what was love, really?
What did it mean to say "I love you"?
Liang Ze didn't understand, but he felt that his willingness to endure for him was also a form of "I love you."
Hang Hang finished showering and made a decision he might never understand in his life—he went downstairs.
Whether he would regret it or not, he didn't know. He only knew that this was a decision he made at this moment because he had fallen in love with that person.
But…
Liang Ze's well-dressed appearance made him…
"You…"
"Ah! You're out!" Liang Ze forced a smile back onto his face as he turned away. "I'll have
a few cigarettes, then I'll get up, afraid you'll feel choked when you sleep."
After Liang Ze turned his face, Hang Hang saw his憨厚 smile, and... his bare
chest under his open coat. So he wasn't properly dressed, not planning to run away.
"Cold?"
"Huh?" Liang Ze didn't react for a moment, looking down. "Ah, yes, it'll be warm by May Day."
Hang Hang walked to Liang Ze's side, sniffing him. "You really do smell of smoke."
"Hahaha... It's okay, go lie down for a bit, I'll be fine in ten minutes."
Hang Hang's face rubbed against Liang Ze's shoulder, feeling especially comforting. Suddenly, he felt a sense of relief. What couldn't he give him?
There really was no reason. He always stood honestly beside him, though occasionally annoying, but... also adorable.
"Let's sleep together, I don't mind."
Hang Hang took Liang Ze's hand, and Liang Ze held it, feeling the warmth from his palm... so warm.
They both fell onto the bed, both of them resigned to their fate.
The irony was that they both thought the same thing: It'll be him.
Liang Ze took off his coat, lay down, and unbuttoned his jeans. Hang Hang grabbed his hand, "Get on top?"
"Huh?" Liang Ze turned to look at Hang Hang lying beside him.
Hang Hang didn't say anything, but pulled Liang Ze up, letting him lie on top of him. "Understand?"
Liang Ze was stunned for a moment. "You...you mean...I...you..."
"Yes." Hang Hang smiled lightly and took off his pajamas.
Liang Ze looked at Hang Hang's face, somewhat incredulous. He let him...what did he mean? Didn't he say he only ever
did top?
"What are you daydreaming about?" Hang Hang pulled Liang Ze down, pressed his lips to his, and kissed him tenderly. "You
can do whatever you want."
Liang Ze was particularly dazed, oblivious to what was happening and what was about to happen.
Hang Hang noticed Liang Ze's stiffness and intentionally guided him, letting him seek pleasure on his body.
Liang Ze immediately got into the mood, panting excitedly, aggressively plundering, leaving rough
marks on Hang Hang's body. But... when Hang Hang's hand slid down to touch Liang Ze's genitals inside his pants, there was no erection whatsoever
. He pulled Liang Ze's hand to touch his own penis, but the hand moved a few times and then froze.
Liang Ze lay down on top of Hang Hang, only saying, "I'm sorry."
Hang Hang was just pinned down, his mind blank, even his vision unfocused.
After a long while, he pushed him away, put on his clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed.
Liang Ze lay on the bed, without making a sound.
"You can leave now."
Hang Hang's voice was clear and cold.
"Handsome..."
"Go." Hang Hang got up and walked out of the bedroom.
The living room window was still open, a bit drafty, still cool even though it wasn't cold.
Hang Hang went to the window and looked out. The street was quiet and still. Only the grocery
store not far away was still lit, the only decoration in the darkness.
He finally understood that there was never a hierarchy between him and Liang Ze;
the issue was that Liang Ze never accepted men. He might
be able to grit his teeth and endure being on the bottom, but on top, he was utterly defeated.
If you don't accept me, why did you come this far with me?
Hang Hang didn't understand, and couldn't figure it out.
This was so different from friendship,
wasn't it? What made you decide to date me? Just because I threatened to say we couldn't even be friends anymore? He
was reaping what he sowed.
This was the only thing Hang Hang could think of now.
He had schemed so much to get that simpleton to follow him, only to get this one fruit.
He had watered so much, fertilized so much, poured in so much love, and the only fruit on the tree was so
sour. He endured the sourness and ate it, but in the end, the pit was bitter, not only bitter but also poisonous.
Was this the retribution for insisting on planting fruit trees on barren land?
Now, no one could tell him otherwise, and he wouldn't believe them.
Liang Ze came out of the bedroom and saw Hang Hang facing the window with his back to him. The wind blew through Hang Hang's hair, lifting the hem of his
clothes, and for the first time, he felt Hang Hang was so sad. The handsome man always smiled, even when he was occasionally helpless,
he would immediately smile gently.
This time…
Liang Ze knew he had made Hang Hang unable to smile.
Not only could Hang Hang not smile, but he himself couldn't smile either.
He had once believed Hang Hang, believing his explanation that their problems were merely
a matter of internal conflict, and thus deducing that his own discomfort was just psychological. But now, it seemed that the very reason he had rejected was the truth
. He… didn't love him. Liking someone is one thing, a man will naturally like and appreciate another man, just
as a girl enjoys holding hands while strolling, a man also enjoys having a close friend. Yes, between him and Hang Hang, at
least in his heart, the insurmountable barrier was friendship. Hang Hang was gay; he would feel lust and sexual
desire for him, but Liang Ze… always remained at the level of a friend he couldn't lose, never venturing further. It
wasn't that he hadn't tried; his constant patience was his effort, but… he always believed something would change, and he was waiting for
that day of change to arrive, but what then?
The answer couldn't be clearer; everything that had just happened proved it. No matter how much he wanted to possess him, that possession
was internal; he didn't want to possess his body, and that's why…
Liang Ze hugged Hang Hang from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, caressing it. He had hurt him,
completely. Even Liang Ze, if he were stupid, understood that he had hurt him.
He held him like that for a long time, and Hang Hang remained silent. Not only were there no words, but there was also no anger.
He simply let him hold him, his breathing steady.
"Hang…"
Liang Ze only uttered one word before Hang Hang stopped him, "Don't say anything."
"I…"
Hang Hang turned around, elegantly creating distance between himself and Liang Ze, "Let's go back."
This was a side of Hang Hang that Liang Ze had never seen before; he was helpless and filled with fear. That fear wasn't the kind where someone
wants to kill you, and you read cruelty or torture in their eyes; it was the kind where someone wants to kill you, but their
eyes only show calm and disdain, as if they weren't killing a person at all, as if they were just doing it casually, life…
It meant nothing to him.
Liang Ze closed the door behind him, took a few steps down the stairs, but found himself unable to stand, so he sat
down. The wooden stairs creaked, the sound echoing in the silent courtyard, echoing in the rising wind.
It was over for them.
He lit a cigarette; the fleeting flame brought no warmth, but was colder than a will-o'-the-wisp.
Because he didn't want to lose, he gave, but after giving, he gained an even greater loss.
Love entered, friendship ended.
How could he have ignored such an obvious truth?
Liang Ze suddenly realized how ridiculous he was; he just wanted a kind of animalistic happiness, instinctive.
But he ignored the most basic animal instinct: male and female, sex. How could he have ignored that? If he had just
looked at it squarely, he wouldn't be in this mess today, would he?
Yes, so many people had come and gone in his life, but this was the first time anyone had made him feel so humiliated.
Act 22 Violent Desire
Liang Ze: Has the theme for May been decided?
Editor: Okay, it's settled. May is vibrant, and we want to focus on youth street culture.
Liang Ze: Oh.
Editor: What would you like to write about for your column? Liang Ze
: I don't have any ideas yet, you guys decide.
Editor: What do you think of?
Liang Ze: "The rain falls in torrents on Qingming Festival, the travelers on the road are heartbroken."
Editor: That's this month, right?
Liang Ze: Yes!
Editor: ...I'll contact you again after I've decided on a topic.
Liang Ze: ...
Spring is warm and flowers are blooming, in the bright April, all living things on earth are full of vitality. But Liang Ze is listless
. A week has passed, he hasn't contacted Hang Hang, and Hang Hang hasn't paid any attention to him. Liang Ze misses Yixiu very much, and he also
misses the shop owner, but he doesn't have the courage to casually step into that courtyard.
That day, everyone seemed to understand tacitly—they were finished.
Liang Ze wanted to ask Hang Hang if they could continue being just friends, but he couldn't bring himself to ask, because
a part of him deep down had already moved on.
He stared at the couple, Xiao Yezi and her husband, snuggled together sleeping happily in the spring sunshine, then looked up at
Xiao Yezi's baby curled up asleep in the running wheel. Sigh, in the end, he and Hang Hang couldn't agree on a name for the baby.
"You'll be called Adachi Yoshimitsu," Liang Ze said to the sleeping baby. "Adachi Yoshimitsu."
His phone rang loudly while Liang Ze was still lost in thought; the notebook in front of him had naturally switched to screensaver mode.
He picked it up and saw the caller ID: Xie Jinyan.
"Hello?" Liang Ze answered the phone, leaning back in the armchair, looking incredibly
lazy, as if he had no bones.
"Liang Ze? Why are you so listless?"
"Just woken up," Liang Ze replied casually.
"Oh, haha. The book is basically finalized, and I'll get the samples in a few days. It's expected to be on
the shelves in mid-June."
"Thank you for your hard work."
"So, around the end of this month, I'd like to arrange a few interviews for you. They're all for pretty good magazines..."
"No interest." Liang Ze interrupted Xie Jinyan before she could finish.
Xie Jinyan on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say next. Liang Ze had never been so uncooperative. Although
he wasn't enthusiastic, he wasn't refusing either.
"Is there anything else? If not, I'm hanging up. I'm going to the gym."
"Why don't you do the interviews?"
"I sell books, not my face."
After that, Xie Jinyan only heard a dead tone.
Liang Ze didn't know why he was acting this way. He was being incredibly rude to a lady, but he just couldn't bring himself to smile apologetically.
Offending Xie Jinyan wouldn't do him any good; it was no different from offending the publisher. But so what?
He'd already offended her anyway.
Grabbing his keys and heading to the gym, Liang Ze walked along the street, watching people brush past him and listening to the occasional, indistinct
conversations. Suddenly, he wondered why he had made his life so unhappy. He should
be happy, laughing freely, finding fun easily, attending parties casually, and
chatting with strangers. But right now, he had no interest in any of it.
At the gym, after changing, Liang Ze listlessly headed towards the yoga studio. His gym membership was expiring in two months
, and he wanted to switch gyms to avoid always awkwardly mingling with groups of women.
There's a certain type of person in this world—they just happen to bring up the most sensitive topics.
The BT fitness instructor just happened to come out of the weight room, and even more coincidentally, saw Liang Ze walking by. He stared
at Liang Ze's buttocks, finding them increasingly sexy. That firmness, that pertness, that…
This guy was definitely unlucky; without thinking, he reached out and touched it. Actually, it wasn't entirely his fault. He'd
occasionally touch Liang Ze, but usually nothing happened; at most, he'd get a few curses. But how could he know that Liang Ze
wasn't Liang Ze anymore? Liang Ze was now a lost, hungry, and angry tiger, unable to find its way out…
So, Liang Ze's butt wasn't Liang Ze's butt anymore; it was a tiger's butt.
There's an old saying, isn't there?
Right. Don't
touch a tiger's butt.
"Your mother's a bitch is the opening," Fuck your grandpa! With the first punch, "You bastard, raise your first kick,
and so on," Mr. BT Fitness hadn't even realized what was happening before Liang Ze had delivered several hard blows.
And what was even more unlucky for him?
Well, you see, you touched him, he was in a bad mood, so you just took a few hits. Why did you fight back?
Fighting back against someone who was clearly no match for you—don't you know even a rabbit will bite when cornered?
Mr. BT Fitness's blows to Liang Ze made Liang Ze feel quite uncomfortable. But Liang Ze never admits defeat in a fight. Why doesn't he
admit defeat? He wouldn't fight
if he couldn't win, he wouldn't give anyone a chance. Today's incident was purely unexpected; he didn't even know why he was fighting a muscular man. But he had already fought, and once he fought, he couldn't lose, because he had no chance of winning if he couldn't lose.
The crucial moment was when Liang Ze bumped into the fire hydrant behind him; then it dawned on him.
So, amidst the gasps of the crowd, Liang Ze smashed the glass of the fire hydrant, pulled out the fire hydrant, and then...
The fire hydrant delivered a spectacular blow to the muscular man's head.
Instantly!
The muscular man's head was split open, his vision filled with stars, and he was completely dizzy. The look in his eyes as he fell was somewhat
like that of a peerless master who had been ambushed.
The receptionist called the police, and by the time the police arrived, the muscular man had already been taken away by ambulance.
"You assaulted someone?"
Liang Ze had already been detained by the gym.
"Yes, that's right." This time he nodded sincerely.
"Let's go." A policeman pressed down on his neck.
"Hey, okay, you don't need to hold me down, I'm tired, I won't run away, I'll go with you."
The policeman looked at Liang Ze and thought to himself, wow, his attitude is pretty good.
Once at the station, no one paid any attention to Liang Ze, and just told him to squat in the corner. Liang Ze didn't object and just squatted there. He
didn't feel tired at all. You think all that yoga practice was for nothing?
While squatting, he thought about the novel he had stopped writing earlier. This seemed to be the
spark that flew.
"Hey, officer, do you have any spare paper and pens?" Liang Ze suddenly looked up at
the fat man sitting at the desk drinking tea.
"Shut up, sit still."
"Do you have any?" Liang Ze then looked at the policewoman next to him.
The policewoman chuckled and tossed Liang Ze paper and pen. "Writing a report now is useless," she tossed
her hair, "Wait for the medical report to come out."
"Oh, I don't need to write a report, I'm not in a hurry."
Liang Ze sat there until after 9 p.m., writing dozens of pages, before a tall, thin policeman came over.
"We've contacted the guy you hit, he'll be here soon. You, give me your family's [redacted]."
"Why? A fine?" Liang Ze looked up, putting a period to the sentence in his hand. "I can
pay the fine myself."
"What are you thinking!" The tall, thin man lit a cigarette. "A fine? Let me tell you, he's going to sue you! You'll be in jail
. Minor injury, at least three months."
Liang Ze was shocked. In jail? In prison?
"No way, right?
Fine, just consider it a life experience.
" "Speak up, who's in your family?!"
"Oh, 13910677*** Liang Bin, my brother."
The tall, thin man wrote it down, then looked at Liang Ze again. "Why did you hit him?" He couldn't
understand why this guy didn't seem like a thug.
"He touched my butt." Liang Ze answered truthfully.
"Touched your butt? What's wrong with touching your butt? You're not a young lady."
"I won't let him touch me!" Liang Ze retorted angrily.
"Glass?" The tall, thin man frowned.
"Wanted to be one but couldn't."
After Liang Ze said this, the tall, thin man immediately ignored him. Sick!
When Liang Bin arrived at the police station, Liang Ze had already been taken into custody. The muscular man with a thick
bandage wrapped around his head was sitting calmly in a chair.
"Liang Bin, is that you?" The tall, thin man stood up when he saw the man.
"Yes, where's my brother? You said he assaulted someone?"
"Please sit down." The tall, thin man sat down again. "Yes, he assaulted someone. This is the injured party. We've detained your brother."
"Why did he assault someone?" Liang Bin was completely baffled.
"Your brother said someone touched his butt."
Liang Bin's vision blurred. This…
"He didn't touch him." The muscular man spoke up.
"Officer, I need to see my brother."
"Why?"
"To tell you the truth, my brother is a writer, a writer, not someone who would easily get into a fight
."
"Right, he doesn't fight easily, but when he does, he causes a concussion."
Liang Bin didn't know what to say, so he just listened to the teasing until he was led to see Liang Ze.
Liang Ze was locked up with a dozen or so men who clearly weren't good people. Upon seeing Liang Bin, he stood up. "Brother..."
"I give up, what's going on?"
The two brothers spoke through the iron bars. Liang Bin listened while taking out his phone. "Sun Wei, this is Liang Bin. I'm
with the Di'anmen Police Station... um, yes... right, the sooner the better."
The tall, thin man looked at Liang Bin incredulously. "And you're having some relatives visit you?"
"No," Liang Bin said coldly. "My lawyer."
The muscular man had never felt such fear in his life. The lawyer in the suit and tie calmly told him he had
two choices: one, he could sue; two, he could not sue. If he chose the former, he could file a lawsuit for
sexual harassment, and then conduct a thorough investigation, meaning everyone would know. With Mr. Liang's influence, they could easily
put him in jail for several years. If he chose the latter, they would cover his medical expenses and lost wages, and also provide an additional 30,000 yuan
in compensation. The money was already prepared.
For the muscular brute, there was only one choice.
Liang Bin got Liang Ze out of the car at 1 a.m. Once inside, neither brother uttered a sound. Liang
Bin didn't start the car immediately, lit a cigarette, and offered one to Liang Ze.
Liang Ze took it, lit it, and leaned back in the passenger seat.
After finishing his cigarette, Liang Bin asked, "What's wrong? Why did you have to get involved with him?"
"I already said, 'You son of a bitch touched my butt.'"
"Just for that?"
"Yes, just for that."
"Are you a violent person? You rarely even get into conflicts, let alone fights!"
"I suddenly got angry."
"You…"
"Brother, I'm sorry for making you come out in the middle of the night." Liang Ze said, opening the car door. "You should go home quickly;
it's not good for your pregnant wife to be alone at home."
"Liang Ze!"
"Hmm?"
"Did something happen to you?"
"No." Liang Ze shook his head.
Liang Bin paused for a moment, then said, "Come up first, let Hang Hang come pick you up."
Liang Ze was taken aback, but only for a second, before regaining his composure. "No need, I haven't been wedge-shaped into a concussion."
"You and Hang Hang... are you alright?" Liang Bin confirmed that everything was fine, because Zhong Yuewen had come in earlier that day...
He told him he'd chatted with Hang Hang for half the afternoon, but… he still wanted to ask.
“It’s nothing! We’re doing great!” Liang Ze forced a smile. He couldn’t bring himself to say they were done for.
“Yeah, okay, as long as you’re alright, you…”
“Damn it!” Liang Ze slapped his forehead. “I just wrote something and forgot it at the police station. Brother, you should
go back first, I’ll go get it.”
Liang Bin just watched Liang Ze dash off.
Something’s wrong, definitely something’s wrong.
But Liang Bin couldn’t figure out what had happened to his brother.
When Liang Ze returned to the police station, the tall, thin man was looking at the dozen or so pages of manuscript Liang Ze had left behind.
“Uh… excuse me… could you give it back?”
“It’s pretty good. Your brother said you’re a writer? Have you written any masterpieces?”
“No, no, no masterpieces, just random stuff.”
Liang Ze took out the manuscript, the night wind making him shiver. Looking up at the sky, it
was the same dazzling starry night he'd left Hang Hang’s house that night.
He lost a friend, the closest friend he'd ever had.
Liang Ze wanted to hit someone again, but there was no one else on the street, so the old locust tree in front of the police station suffered the consequences,
taking a hard punch. But, like an egg hitting a rock, Liang Ze's hand hurt even more.

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