On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

He knew Lu Xingzhe’s grievances, but Xi Nian was used to being selfish and cold-blooded and rarely thought about them. As the system once said, some people understood everything, but whether they choose to do it or not was another matter.

Lu Xingzhe froze as soon as he was held in Xi Nian’s arms. Neither of them spoke, and the air fell into a state of stillness, with only the sound of a heartbeat and endless clamour.

Xi Nian waited for a long time, until the little wet marks on his palms were dry, and finally moved his body. At this moment, Lu Xingzhe’s hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his ears: “Xi Nian, if you didn’t get drunk that day, wouldn’t you have rarely touched me at all…”

Xi Nian thought to himself; What was rare or not rare? If you wish for it, I’ll do it. He lowered his palm slightly, met Lu Xingzhe’s dark eyes, and asked back: “Then were you forced by me?”

Lu Xingzhe looked at him and paused: “No one can force me to do what I don’t want to do.”

In other words, he did it voluntarily.

It was unknown what he was thinking but upon hearing the words, Xi Nian remained silent for a long time and suddenly chuckled loudly, making it difficult to distinguish what emotions were contained inside. He remembered Lu Xingzhe’s leg pain and simply got out of the car and walked around to the driver’s seat一then started the car and drove toward the hospital.

But Lu Xingzhe automatically attributed the low laugh to Xi Nian’s sneer at him, his face paled for a moment. He sat up straight, and then slammed the car window: “Stop!”

Xi Nian didn’t listen to him, he just locked the car doors, and it took him a while to realize that Lu Xingzhe was lying to him just now: “Why, the leg doesn’t hurt anymore?”

Lu Xingzhe’s eyes turned red with anger: “This is my car, get out!”

Xi Nian ignored him and drove the car on his own without any care. He waited for the car to stop near the hospital before getting off. Then he walked around to the back and opened the car door. He asked Lu Xingzhe, “Do you want to go to the hospital or my house?”

Lu Xingzhe’s hands and feet were cold, with no blood on his face. Upon hearing this, he glanced coldly at Xi Nian and for no reason could hear a hint of sarcasm. He got up and was about to get off the car, but was held down by Xi Nian’s hand on his shoulder.

Xi Nian leaned down slightly this time, aligned his gaze with Lu Xingzhe’s, remained silent for a moment, and seriously asked again: “Do you want to go to the hospital or my house?”

Xi Nian felt that what he wanted to express was already very clear.

But what Lu Xingzhe understood was that going home = hooking up, and angrily shook off his hand: “I’ll go to your mother!”

Lu Xingzhe used too much force to knock off the hand, and Xi Nian was unprepared. His right hand suddenly hit the car door with a dull sound, and the back of his hand turned red to the naked eye.

Xi Nian was stunned because of the phrase “I’ll go to your mother”.

And when Lu Xingzhe remembered that Xi Nian’s hand had to draw a bow and shoot arrows to participate in the competition, his body suddenly froze, and a rare hint of panic flashed in his eyes: “You…”

He subconsciously grabbed Xi Nian’s wrist, Lu Xingzhe’s palms filled with cold sweat, and he couldn’t speak for a long time. His gaze quickly searched for the hospital around him, but he didn’t see any shadow. He had to look at Xi Nian and said, “Where is the hospital?”

The hand was just knocked a bit, and it was not really a big deal.

Xi Nian caught a glimpse of a slight and imperceptible worry from Lu Xingzhe’s tense expression. He paused, then pulled his hand back, feeling a sticky cold sweat sensation on his skin. He slammed the car door and whispered, “Go to my house.”

At noon, unlike the previous run of wet weather1, the scorching sun hung in the sky, and the wútónɡ trees2 on the roadside were crowded in rows, casting a shadow, and occasionally a gust of wind passed, making the leaves rustle.

Lu Xingzhe’s mind was blank, and he didn’t even know how he got to Xi Nian’s house. In a daze, he heard the door open and close with a light click, and then his back pressed against the cold wall. His waist tightened and he was slowly wrapped in the man’s hot breath.

Lu Xingzhe woke up in an instant and looked up at Xi Nian’s deep eyes. The man did not speak, but slowly clasped his slender fingertips to the back of his head, then buried his head and kissed intimately all the way from the collarbone to finally on his lips.

Lu Xingzhe didn’t know why, but his face was frighteningly pale.

Xi Nian noticed that his figure was stiff and raised his eyes to look at him, but saw Lu Xingzhe’s lips trembling slightly. After a moment of silence, Xi Nian asked in a low voice, “You don’t want to?”

Lu Xingzhe couldn’t say a word, and his mind was only filled with Xi Nian’s inexplicable sneer earlier in the car. His dark eyes looked at him and suddenly asked without beginning and end: “What were you laughing at?”

Laughed at him for being shameless?

Or for just sleeping with people so casually?

Xi Nian was stunned for a moment before he realized what Lu Xingzhe was asking. Then he released the hand that held Lu Xingzhe’s back of the head and said, as if he could see through his inner thoughts, “I didn’t laugh at you.”

Xi Nian said half truthfully, “I laughed at myself…for having great charm.”

He was actually laughing at cause and effect3, being able to entangle himself with the same person for two lifetimes, this has to be considered a skill.

Lu Xingzhe was rather dubious, and Xi Nian knew he was susceptible, but he didn’t bother explaining again. He just silently caressed his back to relax his tight body and then pinched Lu Xingzhe’s chin and kissed him. He asked vaguely, “Do you remember how I wanted you that day?”

Low breathing and wildly racing hearts.

Lu Xingzhe didn’t expect Xi Nian to ask such an intimate question. His pupils narrowed slightly, and he tilted his head to avoid the man’s close and burning kiss. However, he couldn’t move as if his body had been paralyzed. Lu Xingzhe was carried around and they stumbled into the bedroom, then fell on the bed.

Lu Xingzhe subconsciously clenched Xi Nian’s shoulder, his voice as if blocked by something, dry and astringent: “Xi Nian

His voice was trembling.

Unlike the first time, Xi Nian was now fully sober, so he patiently comforted him: “It’s okay.”

He took off Lu Xingzhe’s trousers, and with the soft sound of clothes falling, the wound on Lu Xingzhe’s left leg was exposed to the air. Xi Nian slightly lowered his body as if to retrieve the memories of that night一beside the ferocious scars, hot kisses fell one after another, burning the tip of his heart.

Lu Xingzhe’s eyes were red: “Don’t…”

Of course, Xi Nian would not listen to him.

The curtain of the bedroom was drawn tightly, blocking most of the daylight, and all the furnishings inside were between light and dark. Xi Nian followed the habit of his previous life of tossing around, but Lu Xingzhe felt that his life was about to end, so he said tremblingly: “Stop…stop…”

Lu Xingzhe inexplicably thought of the muddle-headed night last time, he closed his eyes unconsciously, his fingertips clutched the sheet tightly and sweat dripped from his chin, leaving traces of dizziness.

Xi Nian gazed at Lu Xingzhe’s crimson lips, rubbed them back and forth with his fingertips, and then saw with satisfaction that the color was becoming more and more captivating. He lowered his head and kissed him, this time with a bit of domineering intent as if wanting to swallow someone into his stomach.

Xi Nian panted and asked him, “How does it feel?”

Lu Xingzhe didn’t know if it was comfortable or not. He only remembered that after finishing the last time, there was no place that didn’t hurt. After a long silence, he uttered a word in a trembling voice: “It hurts…”

He didn’t feel anything, as if he only remembered the pain.

Upon hearing this, Xi Nian paused and stared at his red eyes. Then, he reached out and gently brushed away the broken hair in front of Lu Xingzhe’s forehead, whispering, “Was it really uncomfortable last time?”

Lu Xingzhe shook his head.

Xi Nian knew at a glance that he was lying. He kissed his eyes and his warm palm covered the uneven scars on Lu Xingzhe’s leg, saying: “Then what about here?”

Lu Xingzhe still shook his head, buried his face in the pillow, and didn’t speak for a long time. Didn’t know what he thought of, and after a while said in a muffled voice without emotion: “If you want to do it, do it quickly, don’t ask so many questions.”

Xi Nian’s few rare good intentions seemed to be regarded as a donkey’s liver and lungs4. He buried his head in Lu Xingzhe’s neck, rarely feeling a little frustrated.

一一After the happening, the bed was a mess.

Lu Xingzhe lay motionless in bed, his chest fluctuating. He looked at the ceiling and, after confirming that Xi Nian had no further action, got up and got out of bed, then picked up his clothes on the ground.

Xi Nian grabbed his wrist and said, “What are you doing?”

Lu Xingzhe said without looking up, “Going home.”

Xi Nian frowned and said, “Going home?”

Lu Xingzhe curled his lips sarcastically and said, “Or else, wait for you waiting to drive me away, aren’t you?”

Lu Xingzhe’s voice was still a bit hoarse, his face pale, and he dressed silently, covering all the traces of blue and purple on his body. His jaw was pointed and thin, and he looked thinner than before.

Xi Nian’s eyes darkened upon hearing this, and he suddenly smiled angrily. He casually grabbed on a piece of clothing and put it on, then pulled Lu Xingzhe back and pinched his chin, asking: “What do you think I brought you home for? To have sex?”

Lu Xingzhe really thought so.

Xi Nian really didn’t know what to do, he tightened his fingertips slightly, thought for a long time before saying: “Anyway, not for it.”

Lu Xingzhe thought to himself that you had already fired all your guns, but now he saying it was not for that: “Why is that?”

Xi Nian took a deep look at him, pursed his lips, and said, “…you think on your own.”

He didn’t seem to want to talk anymore, so he took Lu Xingzhe directly into the bathroom. The hot water from the shower was poured down, and in an instant, the water splashed everywhere. Every time Lu Xingzhe was in this situation of being controlled by others, he was slow to react, and when he realized his clothes were already wet.

Xi Nian’s fingertips brushed over the hem of his clothes, helping him clean them up. In the pattering sound of water, he said, “Put on mine later.”

Lu Xingzhe let out a muffled snort due to his sudden movements, and his legs became weak, he almost didn’t stand still. Xi Nian held his body firmly, his palm pressed against his spine, and after a while, he spoke out and asked, “Did you wash it yourself last time?”

Lu Xingzhe’s breathing became disordered, his face was flushed, and he thought to himself: Or else, did a ghost help me wash it?

In the hazy water vapor, he could hardly see Xi Nian’s face clearly. He could only feel the robust body of the other person, and in a daze, he heard the other person say a sentence: “Last time you walked out too fast.”

When Lu Xingzhe heard this, his heart skipped a beat: “What did you say?”

Xi Nian: “Nothing.”

After taking a shower, he directly carried Lu Xingzhe out of the bathroom. Then, he leaned over on the bed toward Lu Xingzhe, and when he pulled his hands away from behind him, Xi Nian touched his face instead, brushed away his wet black hair, and said: “Don’t walk around, I’ll get you clothes.”

His eyes seemed to be different from before.

Lu Xingzhe vaguely guessed something, but he wasn’t quite sure. He stared at Xi Nian’s back in a daze, the words twirled on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t ask anything.

After Su Ge was in a half-buried state5, Xi Nian finally felt for a moment that the current road was not too bad. He began to try to get out of the demonic obstacles of the past and reconcile with the past and his previous self.

And Lu Xingzhe…

Xi Nian took out a set of clothes from the closet, and when he turned around, he saw Lu Xingzhe looking at him. He handed over the clothes in his hand and asked, “What are you staring at me for?”

Lu Xingzhe had just finished taking a shower, his eyebrows and eyes were clean. He lowered his head to put on his clothes and buttoned them one by one. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said without warning: “I don’t need to be a paparazzi.”

Xi Nian immediately paused.

[yīn yǔ lián mián] In other words, cloudy and drizzly for days on end.

[wú tónɡ shù]: Chinese parasol tree

[yīn guǒ]: In Buddhism, it is a theory that discusses the operation of the law of karma. Buddhism believes that the law of cause and effect exists naturally, and it will not act on a person just because he thinks it does not exist. Cause and effect pass through the past, present, and future, which is also called “three generations of cause and effect”. The so-called, both good and evil will be rewarded, it’s not that there is no retribution, the time has not come, and when the time comes, it will naturally be repaid.

[lǘ gān fèi]: Refers to treating good intentions as bad intentions.

[xuě cánɡ zhuàng tài]: This translates to snowy state, which refers to “hidden in the snow.” This mostly refers to deliberately hiding, and not being able to be noticed by others. It also refers to a certain artist whose career is booming, but suddenly disappears; after a few months or even a few years, he is seen reappearing.