【One night in Beijing】(End)

【One Night in Beijing】(The End)

For Duan Chun, it was just another ordinary day until he got home from work.

Organizing manuscripts, joking with colleagues, accompanying his boss to meet a client for lunch—Chongqing hotpot, of course.

The spiciness was undeniably exhilarating, though he knew the bathroom might be uncomfortable tomorrow.

Leaving Xizhimen subway station, he stopped by the nearby market and bought two pieces of tofu and ground beef.

Why not go all out? Since he'd already had such a spicy lunch, he might as well have Mapo Tofu for dinner.

But when he opened the door, he found the atmosphere a little strange.

His girlfriend, Bai Feng, was sitting on the sofa, legs apart, leaning forward, hands supporting her head, her shoulders

twitching .

A pile of tissues lay in front of her.

Seeing this man's lack of reaction, his girlfriend was probably from an arranged marriage or bought from human traffickers.

Duan Chun knew their relationship was based on free choice.

"I'm home!...What's wrong with you?"

Bai Feng looked up, her eyes like two overripe, dripping peaches.

"I...I'm fine...I watched a heartbreaking story."

"I knew it...these days, tissue manufacturers should thank these TV drama producers; they've

contributed sales." Duan Chun waved the item in his hand. "I'll go change and cook dinner first, then we'll watch a

comedy tonight to soothe your nerves."

Although he hadn't paid much attention, he seemed to see Bai Feng raise a hand out of the corner of his eye.

Taking off his glasses and placing them on the bedside table, he took off his shirt and jeans, changed into sweatpants, and

stretched .

Looking down, he noticed something sticking out from under the bed.

It was a few sheets of printed paper.

Seeing the contents, he seemed to understand something.

These things weren't supposed to be placed so far out—

was this why Bai Feng was crying?

Duan Chun almost laughed for a moment, and remembering where the writing on the paper came from, he wanted to laugh even more.

"Heaven is jealous of talent! This is the last day of my life, Hong Qi, the most handsome man of my generation. I

absolutely cannot accept this heartbreak!"

"Hahaha, I knew Jacky Cheung should use that sarcastic facial expression from 'As Tears Go By' here!"

No matter how many times Duan Chun watched "The Eagle Shooting Heroes," he could still laugh until he was internally injured.

Yesterday, Bai Feng was the same.

But today she was really acting strangely.

She devoured more than half of a large plate of Mapo Tofu by herself, and that didn't even include how much rice she

ate .

Duan Chun felt he couldn't pretend to be stupid anymore.

"Damn, what kind of tragedy is this that makes you so depressed? Why don't you introduce it to me so I can see it too?"

"Actually... it's nothing, don't ask, really."

Bai Feng pulled out another tissue, this time to wipe her mouth.

"Your face is almost like a cat's." Duan Chun turned his girlfriend's head a little forcefully and gave her a light kiss on the lips

.

—Okay, this kiss tasted like Pixian Doubanjiang (Sichuan chili bean paste).

Bai Feng looked at Duan Chun and blinked twice.

"—Why must you like a woman?

—And why hide it?"

He continued to penetrate her from behind, his movements so intense that the lubricant seemed to be drying out.

Yes, they were connected in the most intimate way.

But even so, there seemed to be something separating them.

That guy was getting married, to a woman.

Lu Ming didn't want to imagine how much pain that woman would suffer, because he was probably in even more pain than her.

He could only continue to relax his body and cater to his lover.

Perhaps it was his so-called lover—"

Even lying in bed, Bai Feng still couldn't sleep.

The things written on those few sheets of paper kept replaying in her ears like a tape recorder.

Her boyfriend was reading BL literature, hiding it under the bed, clearly not wanting her to know.

Was he gay?

But he hadn't neglected her either.

Was it acting? Or something else?

Would she end up like that woman destined to live a life of widowhood?

Or perhaps he already…

And speaking of which, Duan Chun's somewhat scholarly image is probably exactly…

Bai Feng turned over again, lying back to her boyfriend.

However, a hand grasped her wrist

, slowly guiding it until it touched a hard object.

Bai Feng twisted her body.

"I…'I'm not in the mood today."

"You saw that thing I threw under the bed, didn't you?"

Duan Chun's voice was quite muffled in the darkness.

Bai Feng twisted again, not speaking.

"You really think I hid it there? And… never mind, let me prove I don't like men first before we talk about

what's going on."

From childhood to adulthood, Bai Feng had always had the nickname "Flat-chested Princess."

It wasn't anything else, but her bust size.

However, this guy Duan Chun claimed to like flat-chested women.

Every time his hands swept across her flat chest, the man was quite excited.

Just a little while ago, Bai Feng thought he was projecting a certain man onto her.

Chest, neck, ears, back.

But she still couldn't muster any interest.

"Grandma... if I really liked men, how could I get hard right now, right? -- Be gentle later

!"

Bai Feng took a deep breath, suddenly rolled over, and grabbed Duan Chun's crotch.

"Explain what happened to me first, then we'll talk about other things!"

"Okay, okay... let go and I'll tell you!"

"Actually, just last week, do you remember the day I came back half-drunk in the early morning... I went out with Young Master Lin."

Bai Feng nodded. Young Master Lin was their friend, a freelance writer who ended up with this

nickname.

"Go on."

"That day, I don't know what got into him, he insisted on writing a novel about homosexuality. Then Zhou..."

" He didn't even say he'd buy me a drink, and this bastard tricked me into coming..."

No

one knows how Sanlitun, a place that was a rural area before the founding of the People's Republic of China, suddenly became

a landmark of Beijing's nightlife. Drinking wasn't the problem, but this hidden little bar made Duan Chun extremely uncomfortable. 　　The blinding lights, the ear-piercing music, and the clearly masculine gender ratio all reminded Duan Chun what this bar was all about. 　　"Hey, wanna have a drink?" 　　A well-built man approached, casually resting his upper body on the bar. 　　His eyes were fixed on them, the emotion in them indescribable to Duan Chun. 　　"Sorry, this is a private matter." Lin Gongzi's smile was unreadable. 　　"Then I'll leave." 　　"What the hell did you bring me to a gay bar?!" After the man left, Duan Chun cursed in his friend's ear at the lowest possible volume . 　　"I told you I'm doing research these few days." Lin Gongzi took a sip of his dry martini. 　　"Couldn't you come by yourself?!" 　　"It's safer with two people." 　　"Are you afraid of being drugged or something?" 　　"Didn't you say you don't discriminate against homosexuals?" 　　"I never said I wanted men to stare at me lecherously!" 　　"That's why I asked you to come... I went to Dongdan Park the day before yesterday, walked around inside, and broke out in a cold sweat. The people inside had that kind of look in their eyes... or even crazier, the look of looking at prey." 　　"So you really aren't unaware of fear." Duan Chun ordered two bottles of Heineken. "I suggest we leave quickly... ...Anyway, I'm hungry. Let's go for hot pot later, it's your treat." 　　"I feel like if I said no, you could just take me right here and now." Young Master Lin played with the olive in his cup. Not long after that night of feasting, Young Master Lin treated Duan Chun to another meal 　　at a Huaiyang cuisine restaurant near Xizhimen . 　　Lion's head meatballs, braised eel in sizzling oil, braised shredded tofu, meat buns, and stinky mandarin fish— a feast 　　that Duan Chun, a carnivore, couldn't have been happier. If it weren't for those few pages of paper, 　　Young Master Lin would have stayed home for two days, relying on takeout to force himself to write a novel. 　　"Dude, it's finished. Take a look, after all, we're accomplices." Young Master Lin opened a bottle of Yanjing beer and pushed it in front of Duan Chun. 　　"Okay, okay, I know, I'm beholden to your kindness..." 　　He did read it, but Duan Chun kept thinking about that night that gave him a headache. 　　After finishing, he casually tossed the manuscript under the bed. 　　Keeping it there was upsetting, but throwing it in the shredder felt like betraying his friend's hard work. 　　He never expected Bai Feng to find it while cleaning today. 　　… 　　By the time Duan Chun finished speaking with a mournful face, Bai Feng was already rolling around in laughter. 　　“Oh, that guy… next time I see him, I’m going to rip him off for what .” 　　“Yeah, thanks for understanding, wife.” Duan Chun shook his head with a wry smile. 　　“But speaking of which… that guy wouldn’t be…” 　　“If he were, he probably wouldn’t have needed to call me to that place for courage…” Duan Chun said, “ Wife , I swear, if that guy really has any designs on my butt, I’ll chop his thing off and feed it to the dogs…” 　　“You should think about his future happiness and his lower body! — Alright, it’s time ~” 　　With that, Bai Feng started unbuttoning her pajamas one button at a time. 　　The night in Beijing was as peaceful as ever.

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