Beijing Stories (Repost) 7

Chapter Seven

Lan Yu's situation was bothering me, but business was giving me an even bigger headache: a batch of imported cars was stuck in my hands.
Due to policy reasons, I had to sell them before the Spring Festival next year, even if it meant losing money. On Saturday noon, just as I
was about to go out, Liu Zheng told me that Lan Yu hadn't been to the construction site for a week.

It had been almost two weeks since our breakup. At first, I was surprised that he was still working at the construction site; he was
really unfazed. But now that he had suddenly stopped, I couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. As dusk approached
, I decided to call his school. Perhaps because of the holiday, it took a long time for someone to answer the phone
. After another ten minutes, I learned that room 815 was empty; everyone had gone home for the holiday.
That night, I had originally planned to meet some clients, guys who wanted to buy cars. I changed my mind at the last minute; I
had to go to "Huada" (a university in Taiwan).

Walking into Building 8, a stench hit me—a smell I hadn't felt in a long time. I remembered
the distinctive stench emanating from the public toilets in the men's dormitories during my university days. The light was dim, and I
found "815" by following the number. I knocked on the door a few times, but there was no answer. I knocked a few more times, still no sound.
A little disappointed, I casually turned the doorknob, about to turn and leave, when I realized the door wasn't locked.

The room was pitch black and completely silent. By the moonlight, I could see eight bunk beds
and a long table in the middle. Suddenly, I noticed someone lying on a lower bunk near the window. A
strong sense of fear washed over me, and I almost dared not move forward.

"Lan Yu! Lan Yu!" I called tentatively, urgently, twice, but there was no reply.

I was even more terrified. I had to desperately suppress my fear and walk to the bedside. It was
him, though I wasn't entirely sure, but I was certain it was Lan Yu. I had never been
so . I calmed myself down and reached out to touch his face; it wasn't cold as I had imagined, but burning hot.
I found his hand and felt his pulse; it was weak and rapid. I heard his breathing; he was
alive . I breathed a sigh of relief. I tried to pick him up, but I couldn't. I rushed into the hallway and shouted,

"Is anyone there? Can anyone help me?"

"What's wrong?" Two heads popped out from a room at the same time.

"Help me, a classmate needs to be taken to the hospital quickly," I said.

As they helped me lift Lan Yu up, they whispered among themselves,

"What class is he in?"

"He's from 'Jian A', his name is Lan Yu, he hasn't gone home this year either."

"Oh! The one dressed like a Japanese guy, I think he has relatives in Beijing?"

"I think so, he's quiet, we don't keep in touch much."

"Are you his family member?" one of the boys asked me.

"I'm his brother." I didn't care about their conversation.

It was already past nine o'clock at night, and the emergency room of the Third Hospital was still crowded. A young,
pretty female intern doctor wearing glasses was examining Lan Yu.

"Why did it take so long to bring him here?" the young doctor said softly, with dissatisfaction. It sounded like there was no
hope.

Looking at Lan Yu's tightly closed eyes and his dry, pale lips, I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed
his hand, my eyes reddening.

The young doctor gave me a strange look, and I had to hide my emotions:

"This is my brother. If he dies, how can I face my parents?"

The young doctor quickly understood and told me sympathetically that he was probably in a coma due to a high fever caused by tonsillitis , and was severely dehydrated. As she spoke, her eyes swept over
Lan Yu's extremely haggard but still handsome face. 　　It was a sleepless night. I stayed by Lan Yu's side all night, constantly wiping his body with alcohol to lower his temperature. I observed his expressions, listened to his uneven, rapid breathing, and watched the IV drip . The young doctor was very responsible, taking Lan Yu's temperature every half hour. It wasn't until after 5 a.m. that the young doctor smiled and said that his temperature had dropped to 38 degrees Celsius and he was out of danger. I suddenly felt incredibly relaxed, so sleepy that I could barely keep my eyes open. 　　He was so young; by noon the next day, he was already sitting up, hungry and wanting to eat. That afternoon, I took him from the hospital observation room to the "temporary village." I turned the air conditioning down, gave him a large glass of water, then laid him down and covered him with a blanket. I told him to rest more and sleep a little longer. I touched his forehead; it was cool. I held his hand, sitting on the bed looking at a draft agreement for thirty imported cars that Feng Yikuan (one of my deputy managers) had given me—their achievement from the night before. 　　Lan Yu lay flat, and after a few minutes, he turned over, facing me. I felt his hand on my penis, and he rubbed his leg against mine: 　　"Stop it! Sleep properly!" I scolded him with a laugh. 　　He didn't stop; his hand continued to stroke my "thing." 　　I looked down at him; he was smiling at me. 　　"Why are you being so indecent?" I smiled back. 　　He went even further, starting to stroke my penis. 　　I grabbed his hands, lifted them, spread them apart, and pressed him. The position had a hint of rape: 　　"Are you looking for trouble? You asked for this, don't blame me for being ruthless!" I laughed, my eyes fixed on him. 　　He had that infatuated look in his eyes again, but with more joy: "What do you want?" His voice held a man's provocation. 　　"I'm going to fuck you!!" I said fiercely, leaning down to kiss his lips, my movements extremely rough ... 　　He rarely made a sound during sex, and the more excited he became, the less he spoke, only breathing rapidly. Perhaps because he was recovering from a serious illness, this time he was almost breathless. 　　I kissed his face, his neck, his chest, his pubic hair, his... I grabbed his legs with both hands, roughly spread them apart, and quickly buried my face in them, licking them... 　　His hand ran through my hair, grabbing at it haphazardly, and I felt a slight, pleasurable pain. 　　I gestured for him to turn over, lying on his side with his hips arched and his upper leg slightly raised. My hand touched his anus, and with the movement of my hand, he gently twisted his body, licking my arm . He turned his head, his fascinated eyes observing my expression...

I knew I shouldn't be anally performing sex on him while he was still so weak, but my desire had already overwhelmed my thoughts...
I moistened my penis with enough saliva and slowly inserted it...

I also lay down on my side at the same time, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and then my entire arm around his upper body,
holding him tightly with all my might. I began to thrust, and he actually moved his
lower body slightly in response to my movements. This was the only anal sex position he liked; perhaps this position didn't make him feel
embarrassed .

I grabbed one of his hands that was stroking his penis and said to him,

"Try not to ejaculate, otherwise it will be too exhausting."

"I won't!" He didn't listen to my advice at all; he was completely immersed in the frenzy of sex
.

With my thrusting and his own masturbation, we both ejaculated... He looked
completely exhausted, lying motionless on the bed, panting heavily. But his spirits were excellent.

In the bathroom, I had him lie in the bathtub and gently washed him. We talked about the young female
doctor :

"That girl kept staring at you, it was kind of 'interesting'," I teased him.

He seemed unimpressed: "She's so old!" He seemed to remember something, then continued:

"In the hospital, she told me, 'When you were unconscious, your brother was almost crying with worry.'" He
spoke with a childlike pride, his eyes intentionally fixed on me, as if watching my reaction.

I avoided his gaze and gave a self-deprecating smile. My heart ached: he was so easily
satisfied!

He didn't ask for much, but it was exactly what I was most afraid to give.

My relationship with Lan Yu entered a new phase. He would be starting school in a little over a week,
and although I was preoccupied with business, I still spent a lot of time with him. He began to readily
accept my money and gifts, but my feeling was: he was just trying to make me happy.

He never mentioned the day I kicked him out, nor how much it hurt him
...

I finally found a "fool," someone I knew, who bought all my troublesome cars
. I dislike exploiting personal relationships, but sometimes I'm forced to. I inadvertently mentioned this
to Lan Yu, who scoffed, "Money can drive people crazy. "

The New Year's bells rang amidst our passionate revelry in bed. In my excitement, I vowed to stay with
him forever, no one else. But I didn't keep that vow.

It was an extraordinary year, both for me and for the entire country...

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