Did you guys watch trolls 3? I just watched trolls 1-3 today and god it slapped.
Though Song Yao was a bit drowsy, he was curious as to what Shen Muhan was dreaming about.
Why not take a look?
While entering the dream, he thought using the skill seemed a little unethical since it felt like intruding on someone else’s privacy. However, given this world was brought into existence by Ren Ximing and likewise the skill was also given by him, he probably wanted him to have a look. He felt consoled thinking this.
It was evening, the incoming darkness chased the fiery red clouds to a corner of the sky. The playground, bathed in the golden hour, had noisy children playing with paper airplanes and in a sandbox not far away, crouched a single lonesome child. His hair was dark and fluffy, his eyes were a shade of dark gold, and he was constructing a castle with the utmost seriousness.
Isn’t this Ren Ximing when he was 9?
The winding city walls and tall towers were artistically beautiful, completely unlike something a kid his age typically built.
The attention of a lovely kindergartener girl was attracted by it and she skipped over, “It’s so pretty.”
She was about to touch the castle when Ren Ximing suddenly pushed her with an emotionless face. The lovely little girl was raised with the utmost cherishment, she had never experienced rejection before; she instantly bursted into tears, alarming the adult with her. Comforting the little girl, the adult cooed, “Sweetie, I told you not to play with this big brother. He can’t play with other little friends because his head is different from you, Sweetie, and the other children… he’s…” before the sentence finished, a glance at the robust bodyguard made the adult close their mouth.
The little girl gave Ren Ximing a compassionate look and was led away by the adult. Ren Ximing remained unchanged, as if he was simply a tiny mechanical robot with no connection to the outer world, and the only thing he knew how to do was continuously building his castle.
As if he was born with a clock inside his body, every Saturday night, from 7 to 7:30, he must be building a castle. Additionally, Song Yao must stay within his vicinity. After he finished his construction, he would unquestionably show it off to Song Yao.
Song Yao naturally recalled all of this, he was 15, having just started middle school, and everytime Ren Ximing was playing with sand, he would be sitting nearby chatting with his friends or sitting at one of the stone tables doing his homework. Before Ren Ximing finished his 30 minute session of playing in the sand, there were no forces in the world that could make him go home and if forced, his crying would vibrate through the entire playground, and Song Yao would rather not be publicly humiliated.
The dream “Song Yao” was by the water fountain speaking on the phone and he looked at his watch while he talked. Evidently something urgent popped up. He walked over to Ren Ximing and said something to him. Ren Ximing kept crying “no no no no” but “Song Yao” shook his head and quickly left the scene. The bodyguard, under “Song Yao” instruction, stood by the little young master’s side.
Ren Ximing watched as “Song Yao” walked away, his face paling, large tears dripping from his eyes, and his quiet sobbing quickly transformed into hysterical crying, attracting the attention of many people, and he was inconsolable no matter how the bodyguard coaxed him.
It started to rain, something of a drizzle. Less and less people were left in the playground.
Through his tears, Ren Ximing looked at this castle that was slowly collapsing and muttered, a bit unclearly, “Gege, why, isn’t, bwak?”
“The eldest young master will be back soon.” But the bodyguard didn’t know when Song Yao would be back either.
The bodyguard held the black umbrella for the little young master, but it hardly blocked the rain and the castle quickly crumbled completely.
Ren Ximing wanted to show the castle off to Song Yao, just like every other week, and he only went home satisfied after receiving a compliment from Song Yao.
But the castle crumbled.
He cried again, he sobbed incredibly sadly, his pale cheeks were covered in mud, he looked miserable.
He cried while searching for the person on his mind, he checked underneath the slides and trees and he looked by the riverside, resembling a milking cub without its mother.
When he couldn’t find the person he wanted no matter where he looked, he hid inside the round mushroom cottage and cried so hard he couldn’t catch his breath, triggering his asthma. The bodyguard quickly took out the medicine. After a while, the child seemed to get a little better, but his face was flushed a sickly red and he whispered weakly, “Am I…too annoying…so Gege…don’t want me?”
Song Yao stood by the sideline the entire time, hearing him say this, his heart felt like it was being gnawed by ants, it stung and squeezed painfully. He couldn’t help walking over, however the scene in front of him changed.
The weak and small child turned into a tall delinquent. When he was 18, he dyed his hair silver and his left ear had a black snake ear cuff and a black piercing. He was still sitting in the sandbox, silently building a beautiful castle. Building it, then destroying it, building it then destroying it, over and over again. Rain droplets dripped from his hair and all too quickly, the pile of sand in front of him couldn’t hold its shape anymore.
The bodyguard stood beside him, in an exquisite basket layered with fresh grass, there was a single exquisite and charming rose.
Ren Ximeng washed his hands before picking up the rose and he walked into the mushroom cottage. The mushroom cottage that once seemed large for him now seemed small.
He still crouched inside of it like he was a child, admiring the flower in his hand.
The rain pitter-pattered, blurring everything around him.
As night approached, the person he waited for still had not come.
The bodyguard said for the tenth time, “Little young master, let’s go back. The eldest young master isn’t coming.”
Ren Ximing no longer stuttered when he spoke, he said firmly, “He promised me, he definitely will come. I messaged him, he knows that I’m waiting for him.”
The bodyguard couldn’t stand to watch him anymore, “It’s just a promise made when both of you were young. The eldest young master recently returned to the country, he’s busy being responsible for both the household and the business. Try to understand him.”
Ren Ximing muttered, “So what is he doing right now? Giving a speech? Holding a meeting? At a function? He was abroad for two years, it has been a long time since we met. He finally came back after all this time but he can’t spare me half an hour?”
“…”
Ren Ximing didn’t want to talk anymore. He raised his head and breathed in deeply.
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However, such a rose slipped from his hand and fell into the mud. It was assaulted by the rain and ruined. After a few minutes, it would become another ordinary rose. After being drowned by the rain, the flower’s body would expand and crumble, and by tomorrow, the children would step on it, ending its short life.
This all may be a dream, but it was obviously an event from Ren Ximeng’s memory.
Song Yao finished his Master’s and recently returned from abroad only to find out about his father’s debauched lifestyle and the declining family business. If nothing were to be done about it fast, the Song family businesses would be snatched up by greedy business partners. He was busy fighting competitor families and traitors, he mercilessly cut away the old rotten parts and injected new blood into the company, and he led the team to create new products that suited the current market. He was already stretched thin, but there were still additional matters at home for him to worry about. The message Ren Ximing sent him was probably instantly buried in the endless sea of messages without him ever seeing it. Maybe the bodyguard had called him, but he was in the middle of a meeting…he couldn’t remember anymore. He did not know Ren Ximing was waiting for him. He was used to returning home late at night after a busy day and hearing the music that played unceasingly from Ren Ximing’s room. They lived under the same roof, but they neither talked nor saw each other, and on the occasion where they did see each other, Ren Ximing never gave him a pleasant attitude. Eventually, he just accepted it was his bad luck for having a selfish, rebellious and stubborn younger brother.
But did Ren Ximing act rebelliously because he had grievances that couldn’t be resolved?
Song Yao couldn’t help thinking, how much more did he not know? How much more misunderstandings happened between them?
He walked over and picked the rose up, gently shaking off the muddy water from it.
He bent over and half entered the narrow mushroom cottage. Crouching down, he looked at the 18-year-old teenager who was snoozing.
Rain water dripped from this soft and slightly long silver hair, the wet strands of hair sticking to his pale skin. His left ear had a black snake ear cuff and the top and bottom edge of his right brow were pierced with silver. The silver brow piercings looked like tears. The right side of his bottom lip had two silver hoops that horrified Song Yao whenever he looked at them; he always felt like they would start bleeding. Looking at him like this, skin pale, lips red, there was an eerie sense of beauty, like a puppet without breaths or a slumbering vampire.
The jacket covering the teenager slipped past his elbows, exposing his arms. Song Yao had a mainstream sense of aesthetics, when he first learned about Ren Ximing’s tattoos, he had given him an earful only which only earned him a mocking smile. He had never taken a look at what exactly Ren Ximing tattooed. On the teenager’s left arm, from the shoulder downward ran complicated patterns. Upon closer inspection, it was a tattoo of a snake circled around a cross with the embellishment of roses. The snake opened its mouth to reveal poisonous fangs and forked tongue, it looked eerie and frightening but also morbidly beautiful. Once he might have felt nothing but discomfort looking at it, unlike his complicated feelings right now.
Unconsciously, he leaned closer and closer towards the teen and touched the wet corner of his eye with his finger.
—This kid, he’s secretly crying again.
Song Yao used to hate Ren Ximing’s messy appearance, he liked neither the tattoos or the piercings, he didn’t get why he dressed like a delinquent when his original self was quite handsome. Belatedly, Song Yao realized that perhaps the tattoos and piercings were all a child’s defense mechanisms. He was clearly still the same child who was insecure, fragile, and clingy, yet he tried all sorts of ways to hide behind a facade of indifference and pretended to be a child who only knew how to cause trouble. He was unable to leave his big brother, but he pretended to avoid him as if he didn’t need him in his life at all. He didn’t make a sound even when he was forgotten, he would just hide in the mushroom cottage and shed tears soundlessly.
Ren Ximing’s wet lashes trembled and a large drop of tear slid down his cheek and was wiped away by Song Yao.
Song Yao was obviously affected by him, his throat clenched and he was at a loss for what to do.
“Mingming,” He called quietly.
Ren Ximing opened his bleary eyes and blinked gently.
There was no trace of anger on his face, only surprise, as if in all but an instant all the glum was washed away, leaving only joy and excitement.
“You came.” He spoke in barely a whisper and his voice was hoarse.
“Yes, I’m here.” Song Yao replied.
“I’ve been waiting for you the entire time.” Ren XIming lowered his head in abashment and said this.
Song Yao knew he wasn’t talking about waiting for just a few hours or even a few days, he had been waiting since they were children, continuously all this while, he waited until he was already an adult, his hope turning to despair then turning to hope again…
He gently touched Ren Ximing’s face and stroked his hair, he didn’t know what to say so in the end he merely said, “What a stupid kid.”
Ren Ximing smiled sweetly, “Rose, do you like it?”
Song Yao nodded, “I like it.”
Ren Ximing’s pale skin slowly turned pink.
It was just inside a dream, but Song Yao’s legs were sore at this point and he wanted to go outside and stand up. As a result, the moment he got up, Ren Ximing grabbed his hand and panicked, “You’re leaving again?”
Song Yao immediately sat down again, “No, no, I’m not leaving.”
Ren Ximing saw him acting like this and his smile bloomed like a flower, “Everything is better inside a dream. No matter how much Gege really hates me, inside the dream, he’ll only say the things I want to hear and he’s always very, very gentle.”
He thinks this is a dream?
Song Yao immediately said, “I don’t hate you! I—”
Ren Ximing used his index finger to block his lips, “I don’t know when I’ll be waking up, please don’t talk.”
The entire world quieted, there was only the pitter-pattering of the rain outside the mushroom cottage.
Ren Ximing gazed attentively at the person in front of him, he was supposed to retract his index finger, but the tip of his finger was reluctant to part with the softness and warm temperature. He slowly leaned towards Song Yao, his finger rubbed his lips, like he was applying lipstick on him.
Gently at first, then rougher; the impulse spread inside of him and his head was buzzing.
When he spoke, the sound from his throat was extremely hoarse, “ It’s a dream, it should be alright if I kiss him. We’ve already done it many times anyway.”
Song Yao was taken back by this sentence. They did? Inside the dream? That…
He didn’t have time to continue thinking, Ren Ximing’s face quickly filled his field of vision.
Something soft touched Song Yao’s lips.
It was a short and chaste kiss.
They touched gently, but it gave Song Yao a fright and he pulled back in shock, but the mushroom cottage was extremely narrow and there was no place to hide.
At this moment, the cute-looking mushroom cottage was a cage, it entrapped the two people inside and gave Song Yao nowhere to run.
Ren Ximing saw how flustered Song Yao was and chuckled, “You were so proactive last night and you called out to me so sweetly. Why are you pretending to be pure now, Gege?” Saying this, he approached him again.
He seemed very familiar with doing this, as if he had kissed him countless times before.
He bit Song Yao’s bottom lip, grinding it gently with his teeth, his hot palms covered Song Yao’s sensitive ears and rubbed it teasingly. Song Yao’s ears were his weak point, it took seconds before they were completely red. Song Yao could not believe what was happening, this was all a dream so why did everything feel so realistic? He was starting to suspect that the skill card was a trap from the start, Ren Ximing was the main god and he lured him here on purpose to do this kind of stuff to him!
Ren Ximing looked with satisfaction at Song Yao’s face that was slowly turning red and finally, he tilted his head and completely sealed the other’s lips. His kiss was like rain , or the ocean waves with the undulation of his breaths, and it plundered deeper, throwing Song Yao’s rationality into disarray and resistance was difficult.
If Ren Ximing had dreams similar to this countless times, then he was already an old veteran inside the dream. Meanwhile, Song Yao had never kissed anyone, he barely even held hands with anyone, everything Ren Ximing did was a shock to him, his brain crashed and he was as stiff as a piece of wood.
He had no idea what was happening, the back of his head was pressed to bring the kiss deeper, he was pinned against the wall and he almost couldn’t breathe.
When he finally snapped out of it after a while, he bit down.
After being bitten, Ren Ximing was even more excited, his chest heaved heavily as he breathed, “Today’s Gege…is more realistic than usual, it’s especially attractive, like I’m really kissing Gege…sorry…I really…can’t hold back anymore…”
Can’t hold back? What do you want to do?
The surroundings suddenly changed.
Song Yao sank into an expanse of whiteness, it was a soft and luxurious king-sized bed that could handle 18 people rolling around on it…
Ren Ximing wore a bathrobe, walking towards Song Yao, he seductively opened his bathrobe, exposing the beautiful body underneath, and his eyes burned with lust.
Song Yao nearly vomited blood: …Why do I have to see this?
Nope, he couldn’t play along with this anymore, when the hell would he run if not now?
Song Yao hurriedly summoned the screen and as fast he could, he ended this exceedingly frightening SR card.
In the next instant, he returned to the “real world”, lying in his bed, breathing heavily.
His face was warm, his ears and lips still felt like they were being touched, he never would’ve thought the so-called dream card would bring sensations as vivid as real life, if he knew this would happen, he would use this card over his dead body!
His view on life was collapsing, before using the card, he was incapable of linking Ren Ximing with the word “lust”. In his mind, whether he was young or grown and matured, even if he had become sexy, he was his younger brother, he would always see him through the eyes of an elder, he never thought about how Ren Ximing would kiss other people, how tyrannical he’d act, how experienced and lustful he was, and he never imagined what he looked like with eyes full of desires as he stripped his robe—it’s over, it’s over, the embarrassment was almost too much for him to handle, he wished he could erase everything he had just seen and experienced and keep only the memories from before he entered the dream, everything after the kissed should be wiped clean!
Seeing him like this, the hamster, having held back its laughter the entire time, finally came out to comfort him.
[The hamster gnawed on a seed: Um, host, don’t be so embarrassed, what happens inside a dream doesn’t count. Plus the favorability value increased to 83%, isn’t that pretty great.]
This only made Song Yao more depressed, he didn;t notice the change in favorability value at all! Normally, when the favorability value rose, there would be a verbal reminder, but he didn’t hear it at all!
After a bout of embarrassment, Song Yao calmed down.
[Song Yao: Shen Muhan had Ren Ximing’s memories inside his dream. Does that mean they have finished becoming one pearson?]
[The hamster applauded: Host, you’re amazing, I was just going to tell you, but you figured it out yourself. Right now, the main god is inside of Shen Muhan and he will only leave for a short while when he needs to attend to his main god duties.]
[The hamster suddenly made a weirdly shy expression: Oh right, host, where you were inside the dream, I researched what “body like pines and cypresses, green year round” means…]
[Song Yao was intrigued: What?]
[The hamster looked even shyer: So like, it started with a girl and she wrote a bl work with very descriptive positions that essentially involved [Shen] [Entering] [Song], [Day] time, [Four][Hours], [Please] enjoy.] Saying this, it even wrote a note and showed it to Song Yao, it considerately circled all the homophones.]
[Song was confusing: What does it mean?]
[Hamster: Host, you’re still too innocent, ahem. There was a literature major girl who explained it, si shi qing meant si shi qin, meaning kissing 24/7, lol. There was another girl who said si shi qing meant si shi qing, representing two people’s relationship all seasons, year after year, for times to come. Oh also, there’s another knowledgeable person who said si shi meant being able to last a long time doing that, going from morning to night. Combining the meanings, Shen enters Song, kissing all kinds of ways, each time can take a whole day, not only should this beautiful relationship be preserved for 100 days, it should continue year after year, for times to come.]
[Song Yao frowned: What does Shen enters Song mean?]
[The hamster kindly reminded him: If you add the word “meat” between the first and second word, it should be clear.]
*
Shen Muhan awoke, his hair was a mess and he helplessly looked at his lower part. He was used to it by now, he threw the bed sheet and his pajamas into the wash and went to take a shower first. He came out freshly cleaned, made breakfast, and around this time Shen Mingyue got out of bed too, and the two of them had breakfast together. Shen Mingyue heard the sound of the washing machine running, “You’re doing a wash first thing in the morning again, how come our Hanhan is so diligent these days?”
Shen Muhan didn’t even flinch, “I feel more energetic in the morning so it’s better to do more housework.”
“You’re not going to sleep in even though it’s Saturday?”
Shen Muhan, “…It’s Saturday today?”
“Yes, you silly thing. Did you think you needed to go to school today?” She laughed, “I just noticed, you’re wearing your uniform. It’s not even seven yet.”
“…”
Shen Yueming left for work at 7:30, Shen Muhan washed the dishes, hung the laundry up to dry, went to the vegetable market to buy groceries, headed home along the river, placed the meat, vegetable and fruits separately into the fridge, sat in his room to do homework, and it was only 8:30. He did a few problems, chewed the top of this pencil, and his eyes constantly darted to his phone; it was nine, he didn’t know if Song Yao was awake yet.
Hng, Song Yao clearly confessed to him, yet he couldn’t be bothered to send a good morning or good night. Forget it, he would send it himself.
Shen Muhan dilly-dallied for half a day before finally sending it.
[Childish Ghost: Morning~cat staring at you.jpg]
One word plus a sticker, but he spent ten minutes writing and deleting the message, then afterward, he hugged his pillow and waited in trepidation, each passing second feeling like a year.
[Ah Yao: Good morning.]
Shen Muhan was instantly energized.
[Childish Ghost: Did you just wake up, what are you doing?]
[Ah Yao: I woke up at 8, I went out to buy groceries with my mom, just got home.]
[Childish Ghost: I also went out to buy groceries, I’m doing homework right now.]
[Ah Yao: Then concentrate on your homework, no more talking.]
[Childish Ghost: I lied, I’m not doing homework! Sad.jpg]
[Ah Yao: Then you should make haste and do it.]
[Childish Ghost: No, I want to chat with you. Sad.jpg]
[Childish Ghost: It’s Saturday today, I’m not happy. Angry.jpg]
[Ah Yao: What happened?]
[Childish Ghost: You have to wait two days before seeing me, aren’t you sad? Blinks.jpg]
Song Yao chortled and played along with him:
[Ah Yao: I am pretty sad. Cry.jpg]
Shen Muhan was pumped up.
[Childish Ghost: Then let’s meet up!]
[Ah Yao: Meet up?]
[Childish Ghost: Let’s go out and play, what about the movies?]
Since the protagonist himself offered an invitation, there was no reason for him to refuse.
The two people happily agreed to meet tonight at 7 to watch a movie.
Shen Muhan originally thought the weekend without Song Yao would be incredibly long and boring, but now, his excitement was through the roof, picking out the movie, time, and seats, deciding his outfit and hairstyle, and occasionally he acted like a long-haired cat, rolling around gleefully in bed, this was his first time going on a date!
Meanwhile, Song Yao patted his face with cold water and said to himself: Stop thinking about last night, twas a dream! DREAM! It’s all fake! And don’t think about the very inappropriate meaning of “body like pines and cypresses, green year round”…what was originally a very beautiful line of blessing, now he couldn’t think about it without his face turning into a mix of colors…he consoled himself, everything was all right, as long as Shen Muhan didn’t know.
Shen Muhan indeed did not know at this moment.
But in the afternoon, when he was laying in bed scrolling through the hot topic, he would curiously click on #body like pines and cypresses, green year round#, then he would decide to intensively research the profoundness of this sentence.
