Beijing Stories (Repost) 12

Chapter Twelve

One weekend in October, Lan Yu and I went swimming in the indoor pool at "Maze." That place was
usually frequented by wealthy Chinese, unlike the major hotels where foreigners were often present, which made me feel uncomfortable.

Lan Yu used to be unable to swim; he said most people from the Northwest couldn't, but now he swam exceptionally well, and I
was his coach. I sat on a chair by the pool, sipping my drink and watching him swim.

"Hey! Handong, what are you doing?" Cai Ming walked towards me with a smile, followed by a guy I
recognized—Wang Yonghong, only in his early twenties, but already quite the scoundrel.

"Sigh! Taking a break, I've been too busy lately!" I replied.

"Busy with what? Busy chasing girls, huh? Look at you, enjoying some peace and quiet here all by yourself!" They said,
sitting down.

"Not as busy as you!" I laughed and scolded him, "What good news?" I guessed they might
have something to tell me.

"I'm here to talk to you," Wang Yonghong said, "I have a batch of steel, do you want it? The price is absolutely good."
It must be smuggled in by armed men, I thought.

"I'd like to have it, but what can I offer? The Americans haven't paid for that shipment of goods yet;
it's all tied up!" I replied haphazardly. This man was a complete scoundrel; relying on his powerful grandfather, his father
in the military , and his wealthy brother, he did all sorts of evil. I rarely interacted with him.

Just then, Lan Yu came ashore, drying his wet hair, then shaking his head before walking
towards . His naturally sun-kissed skin shone with moisture. Seeing me talking to a stranger
, he smiled at me and walked to another table.

I noticed Wang Yonghong staring blankly at Lan Yu. Seeing Lan Yu smile at me, he asked,

"Who's this? I've never seen him before."

"I brought him here to play with."

"Just hanging up? You're quite the lucky guy!" He looked at me with surprise.

"It's nothing special!" I said dismissively. I hadn't expected this "scoundrel" to have a fellow enthusiast
.

After a while, Lan Yu went back into the water. Wang Yonghong had lost interest in chatting with me. While I was talking to
Cai Ming , he got up and walked towards the swimming pool.

"Yonghong 'likes' this too?" I asked Cai Ming as I watched Wang Yonghong chat with Lan Yu.

"Also 'likes' this? He only does this. He's addicted! Didn't you know?"

I chuckled awkwardly, remaining silent.

"He himself says he has a problem with this," Cai Ming said with a smile.

In the massage room, I asked Lan Yu,

"Who were you talking to in the swimming pool just now?"

"It was your friend, and you still asked me!"

"What did he say?"

"He said he was your friend and asked where I worked."

"You told him?"

"I said I'm at school!"

"You should talk to people like that less in the future, be more careful! Do you know what kind of person he is? He looks like a decent
person, but he's a scoundrel!" I said fiercely to Lan Yu.

"What about me?" he retorted, very annoyed.

I was very annoyed. I didn't want to ruin things with that "bastard" over this. Honestly, I couldn't afford to mess with
him. Later, I asked Lan Yu if that kid had contacted him, and he said no. I was relieved that the matter was
over .

Lan Yu hardly lives on campus anymore; he said the upperclassmen aren't strict, and several students don't live on
campus . He drives to school every day, parks outside the campus or in the staff quarters, and then rides his bike to his classroom and dormitory.
He said almost everyone in the department knows he has a very wealthy older brother.

One Wednesday in November, I had to discuss a business deal, so I came home late. It was nine o'clock, and
I was already home, but Lan Yu hadn't returned yet. In the afternoon, he said he was in the drawing room and planned to work until seven or eight
, and would be back by eight; he's usually very punctual. I called him, but he didn't answer. His phone was off; he
definitely wasn't in his car. By eleven o'clock, I was starting to panic. Just then, the phone rang:

"Are you Chen Handong? Do you know someone named Lan Yu?" a man with a heavy Beijing accent
asked.

"I know him! What's wrong?" My heart was in my throat.

“Okay, I’ll bring him to your place right away. Please pay for the fare and medical expenses.”

“What happened to him?” “He was stabbed, robbed. It’s nothing serious, just his arm
.”

I simply couldn’t understand why this boy was causing so much worry.

I paid the kind driver three hundred yuan, and he was incredibly grateful. I helped Lan Yu into the room
. He looked pale and weak.

“‘Huada’ is quite safe. How could something like this happen? It’s only eight or nine o’clock! This is
impossible !” I said irritably.

“I didn’t expect it either!” he replied, lying on the bed.

“He gave you the money and the car he wanted, and he wouldn’t have hurt you!”

“…”

“You’re too greedy! Those people could have killed you! Do you know? Several taxi
drivers have been killed!”

“Are you ever going to stop?” he said impatiently.

His left arm was wrapped in gauze and slinged to his chest, and his right hand was also heavily bandaged. He must have
fought with the robbers, otherwise, how could he have injured his hand?

Looking at his sallow face, I went over and knelt by the bed. I grabbed his right arm and asked,

"Does it still hurt?"

"It's alright!" He looked at me, and I looked at him too. I couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek and
said gently, "Remember! Money is 'bastard,' life is the most important. Being so hot-tempered will only
hurt you in the future." I was scolding him like a child.

"Give me another kiss!" he said with a laugh, completely ignoring what I said...

A week later, Lan Yu happily told me: every loss has its gain; because of his injury, he was
exempt from two exams. Seeing his smug look, I really felt this boy, ten years younger than me, was too naive.

Two weeks later, I received a letter containing only a check for 100,000 yuan,
issued by "Huatian" Company, the company of Wang Yonghong's older brother, Wang Yongzhuan. In the afternoon,
I received a call from Wang Yongzhuan, who was more than ten years older than his younger brother:

"

Handong, you know Yonghong, don't bother with him."

"What are you saying? How could I? Besides, we have a relationship!" I didn't know what had happened
, I just felt it was related to Lan Yu.

"Yes! Consider the other 100,000 yuan as a way to calm the kid down," Wang said again.

"You're too kind! I didn't really care, I know Yonghong knows his place."
That was all I could say.

Wang Yongzhuan chuckled twice and hung up. Although I didn't know the details, I guessed that "bastard"
must have tried to hook up with Lan Yu many times, and in the end, he'd gone too far. He probably
panicked when he saw I hadn't made a move for two weeks, so he brought in his brother to smooth things over.

I didn't ask Lan Yu. But I learned some things from Sister Zhang:

"

You two are going too far, actually fighting over a boy!" Sister Zhang said with surprise and
interest .

"No way! I don't even know what happened!"

"You're still hiding it from me?"

"I really don't know! I'm not Yonghong, and that boy isn't my wife. Besides, I don't have that
kind of interest!"

"Oh! So, that boy's 'deep affection' and 'chastity' for nothing."
Sister Zhang laughed even harder.

"Didn't Wang Yonghong succeed?" I asked.

"No! That boy is amazing! He grabbed Yonghong's knife and said: 'Either let him go, or I'll kill
him!'" "Hmph! What a fucking bastard!" I sneered. I have to admit that Lan Yu
is braver .

I've never mentioned this to Lan Yu because I feel incompetent, and I don't want him to know
. But I can't guess why Lan Yu didn't tell me.

It was late at night, and Lan Yu was lying in my arms. Because of his injury, we could only have sex through me giving him
oral sex , masturbating, and me masturbating myself. Sometimes he wanted to give me oral sex, but I held him down and said no. I said I wanted to wait
until he recovered so I could fuck him hard and get my revenge. He looked at me and smiled, a look of utter satisfaction on his face.

"Do you believe in eternal love between people of the same sex?" I asked, stroking him in my arms.

"I don't know, I haven't thought about it." He didn't like theoretical discussions, preferring to go by his feelings.

"I believe! If it's possible between opposite sexes, it must be possible between the same sex."

"You mean us?" He smiled, looking up at me.

"I mean myself," I said.

He smiled, remaining silent.

"Do you like me?" This was the first time I'd asked my "companion" this question, the first time I felt so
insecure .

"Of course," he said softly.

...

"Wang Yonghong came looking for you, right? You even lied and said you were robbed." After a pause, I
finally　　　　 spoke.

"..." Lan Yu remained silent.

"He's quite handsome, and generous!" I said deliberately, in a calm tone.

"I feel nauseous just looking at him! I really didn't provoke him, he's the one who's sick!" Lan Yu's voice
was urgent , and he broke free from my embrace, looking at me seriously.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked him seriously.

"I found this whole thing disgusting and didn't want you to know! ... I was also afraid
it would put a difficult position." He didn't look at me as he said this.

"..." This time it was my turn to be silent. I always thought I knew Lan Yu very well, but
that wasn't the case. Although he was taciturn and easygoing, he was extremely intelligent and sensitive.

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