Translator: transcendentwings
Translator’s Note: Update 2/2
Slight Title Spoiler(?):
Just wanted to leave a note for the title here, 破镜重圆 (pòjìngchóngyuán) is basically used to refer to the reunion of a husband and wife
Deeply immersed in love, it was still Qi Yan who stepped on the brakes. At this time, Song-tongxue’s wicked claws had already reached into Qi Yan’s clothes and fumbled around agitatedly, almost swiping off all the sweat on his upper body. If it wasn’t for being held down by Qi Yan, who knows where he would have decided to explore next.
Song Fei wasn’t able to enjoy touching to his heart’s content, making him scrunch up his brow in displeasure.
Qi Yan discovered that even a Song Fei like this still made his heart flutter. He obviously wanted to sigh helplessly but as soon as the words reached his lips, they became a gentle murmur: “Satiety and warmth breeds lust, but we’re both hungry and cold here, so stop running wild.”
Song Fei withdrew his paws awkwardly and muttered sullenly: “There can’t be anything more painful in the world then to be able to see it, but unable to obtain it.”
Qi Yan gestured towards the window with his chin: “The most painful thing in the world is over there ne.”
Following the direction indicated by Qi Yan, a desolate silhouette came into view.
Song Fei made a face, he was so absorbed in the kiss just now that he completely forgot that there was still a member of the audience next to him. Now that he thought about it, he suddenly became somewhat shy after coming around, but he still pretended to call out to the other naturally: “Xiao-He?”
He Zhiwen turned his back to his two comrades-in-arms and didn’t even turn his head around just as if there were a beautiful maiden dancing on the bright moon, causing him to be unable to tear his eyes away at all: “Well, just pretend that I don’t exist. You guys go on, as long as you’re happy.”
Song Fei couldn’t stomach the fact that he was being so considerate and understanding, thus quickly volunteered: “I know you must be a little confused right now, let me illustrate for you the full story about my relationship with Qi Yan. . .”
“No need!” He Zhiwen refused categorically.
Now Song Fei wasn’t very happy anymore. A Zhao He was like this, and now a second, He Zhiwen was like this: “How come you guys from Class 2 don’t have any curiosity about this world at all!”
“. . .” It was precisely because they felt nostalgia for the world that they didn’t want to be dragged through the towering gates of a new world ah!
“Actually, Qi Yan and I. . .”
“Not listening, I don’t hear any whispers, a b*stard is chanting scriptures!”
Qi Yan has seen people who hide and conceal themselves for fear of coming out of the closet, but he’s never before seen one who chases and hollers after others to come out of the closet. He’s seen people who beat around the bush to sound friends out, but he’s never seen friends who take the initiative and voluntarily cover their ears, refusing to listen. The pair of comrades-in-arms with inverted views on relationships before him were definitely bizarre existences.
However it was precisely because of this strangeness that it gave him an unprecedented sense of relaxation.
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Maybe it was because the situation was already so bad that it couldn’t get any worse. In comparison to being eaten by zombies at any time, even if you scream at the whole world that I f*cking like men, it wouldn’t be a big deal. To put it bluntly, who would care about you ah, if you shouted I have bread, maybe you can attract some coveters, but this matter of homosexuality, no one will fight you for it, and not one has the spare time to waste to ridicule you for it.
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Qi Yan hauled Song Fei who was still tormenting He Zhiwen back over, ruffled the other’s hair and affirmed softly: “Let’s count this as having reconciled bei.”
Song Fei rolled his eyes at him: “Otherwise ne, I still need to bestow a certificate of getting back together?”
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Song Fei already made preparations to be criticized, and had even gotten his retort ready, yet Qi Yan didn’t play his cards according to the normal routine, making him feel uncomfortable holding back: “What did you just want to say? If you want to say something, just do it, don’t restrain it, I can bear it.”
Qi Yan made another face, Song Fei’s eager expression was not only showing that he could handle it, rather it was clearly written that “I am so f*cking looking forward to it” ah.
However, he didn’t want to tread those old trodden paths anymore, Song Fei had a lackadaisical nature, he did everything by feeling, but Qi Yan was not. He will remember the losses he suffered and will avoid the stones he previously stumbled over. Falling into the same pit twice was not his style. Wang Qingyuan once stated that he doesn’t respect Song Fei, then from now on, he must learn to show respect: “I was wrong before and always asked you to follow my rhythm unilaterally without any consideration for you. In fact, you have many aspects which, compared to me, are ao—”
Although He Zhiwen had resumed his posture of admiring the moon, he had kept his ears perked up and was listening in. He planned to jot down some moving quotes so that he could borrow some of it when he pursued his love in the future, but what the hell is this “compared to me are ao” mean ah! Can’t romances be conducted properly in this day and age anymore!!!
“What are you doing!” It seemed that Qi-tongxue, who finished yowling, still had something to say.
He Zhiwen couldn’t hold back his curiosity and turned his head back, he saw Song Fei use an even more violent move than he had used previously to pinch his face and ravaged his ex. . . uh, newly-minted boyfriend’s face.
“Ripping off your mask of human skin.” Classmate Song Fei declared plausibly and volubly, “You aren’t Qi Yan. Qi Yan would never admit the error of his ways, and it’s even more impossible for him to remark that he was blind as a bat and never realized that Song Fei was in fact a very outstanding and handsome man.”
Qi Yan, He Zhiwen: “That wasn’t said at all!!!”
Angrily swiping Song Fei’s claw away, Qi Yan finally realized that he couldn’t advance step by step with Song Fei, just simply and roughly give him the result is all he needs: “I won’t criticize you in the future anymore. No matter what differences there are between us, I swear I’ll always discuss it with you properly.”
Song Fei was a little bewildered and apprehensive by Qi Yan’s sudden display of unprecedented tenderness. He couldn’t tell if this was a dream or reality, and repeated with uncertainty: “You swear?”
Qi Yan lowered his eyes and after a long time lifted them again, staring straight at the guy who might be entangled with him for the rest of his life, word by word, deep and resolutely: “I’ll try my best.”
This was reality, Song Fei could guarantee it.
“Then I vow not to mess around in the future and work hard like you!”
“For real?”
“I’ll try.”
“. . .” Whaddaya do if one’s boyfriend is a little petty? Qi Yan’s answer was, just endure it ba.
Love at twenty years old was like the June weather, sunny today and rainy tomorrow. Song Fei wasn’t sure how long they would last this time nor could he predict how far they could make it together, but he hoped they could last a little longer and go a little further. He couldn’t take up responsibility for the future, he could only cherish the present.
Qi Yan wasn’t aware of Song Fei’s thoughts, but based on his understanding of Song Fei, that guy most likely won’t think very far. However, that doesn’t matter, he, himself, will never let go again and will never give the other party a chance to run away. Some people will make the mistake of attracting peach blossoms in their life, while others make the mistake of provoking villains, and as for himself, he made the mistake of getting mixed up with Song Fei. Well, if he got involved, then that’s that, it was pretty good.
He had perspired profusely. When he was anxious, he didn’t feel anything, but now that he’s settled down, he could feel the damp and clamminess of his clothing. Even though the windows were closed tightly, it still seemed like the wind was constantly sneaking in. Qi Yan rubbed his nose, yet ultimately couldn’t hold back and sneezed.
Only then did Song Fei realize that something wasn’t right, and quickly persuaded: “This won’t do, you have to take off your clothes.” After speaking, he started to help Qi Yan take them off.
Qi Yan swiftly backed away to dodge him. He hadn’t brought a change of clothes and this classroom had no electricity nor heating, wet clothing was still better than no clothing at all ah.
Song Fei wasn’t able to capture this person twice in a row, though he probably picked up on the other party’s concerns and scolded in vexation: “I wasn’t making you take it all off. Just take off the inner layer and leave the outer, down jacket.”
The inner layer of clothing was wet, but the down jacket was still dry.
Qi Yan originally wanted to just push through, but he started to feel more and more frosty air emanating from his clothes. Thus, after much deliberation, he ended up taking it off. After wearing the down jacket again, before he got used to the strange feeling of his skin touching the lining of the down jacket directly, he discovered that Song Fei had run off to who knows where. His heart trembled instantly and immediately started to sweep his gaze around for fear that that fellow was up to no good again.
Huala.
“Ahchu—”
As expected, Song-tongxue lived up to expectations and tore down the entire curtain in a flash.
It was unknown if it was for the sake of revenge, but the drapes unceremoniously, without deviating, covered his head entirely. After struggling for a while, he was finally able to free his head from underneath the dust-covered rags: “Ahchu— Pei, pei, how many years has it been since this was washed!”
“This campus probably hasn’t washed it since it was hung up,” He Zhiwen supplemented kindly, “We all avoid it during self-study because it sheds three catties of ash with a mere touch. What are you trying to do by fooling around with it?”
“To keep warm ah,” Song Fei rolled his eyes despite having its power thumbed down significantly in the dark, “Otherwise, how will the three of us get through the night, creating friction to generate heat ah.”
“. . .” He Zhiwen was willing to believe that Song Fei was just purely roasting them, but why did the image of them kissing and feeling each other up linger in his mind so persistently. Aowu, he was probably sick.
For now, they could only make do with what they had. On this side, Song Fei yanked the curtains of two windows down and on the other, Qi Yan rearranged the desks to stick against the wall to form a “bed.” The three companions laid across it and wrapped themselves together into a bundle—in light of the fact that Qi Yan was dressed very lightly, one hugged from the left and another glomped from the right, sandwiching him in the middle. Song Fei embraced him from the front and his back was leaning against He Zhiwen, this meat cushion, enjoying the happy fate of the man from Qi. It was unknown if the drapes in the Physics department were used for UV protection, but they were thick and heavy, after huddling underneath for a while, a few degrees of warmth was generated.
It was already almost two o’clock in the morning when they laid down peacefully.
Qi Yan was extremely tired and sleepy and was swiftly ushered into dreamland.
Song Fei listened to the breathing behind him becoming more and more even, hesitated for a moment, then gingerly flipped around, borrowed the moonlight to secretly admire his lover’s good looks. Finally, after he had his fill, he plunged into the other’s arms.
Qi Yan seemed to have sensed something, moved a little, found a more comfortable position and pulled the other into his embrace again.
Song Fei stretched out his arms quietly to hug him back and finally closed his eyes peacefully in the tight hold.
He Zhiwen sighed, turned around with self-awareness, forming a simple and honest back-to-back position of good brothers with Qi Yan. Only then did he also relax completely and also went on to seek the Duke of Zhou.
That night, the radio Wusheng team was divided into four locations. Some fell asleep from fatigue, some were roused by the cold, some fought bloody battles, and some hid in the dark. They didn’t know what each other’s situations were like, but they trusted each other.
The next day, the sun was shining brightly.
The moment Song Fei woke up, he thought he was still in 440 where the long-lost sunshine shone on him without hesitation, his nose may have been slightly cold, but there was a trace of warmth on his body, just like those countless other early winter mornings.
Up until he squinted his eyes lazily as he flipped over and the legs of the desk wailed in protest with a zhizhiyaya from below.
Qi Yan’s complexion wasn’t too bad, although it was unknown if that was because of the sunlight or if it was because he slept really well last night.
However, Song Fei still couldn’t shelve his worries and ultimately hauled Qi Yan over, placing his lips against the other’s forehead.
This was what Song Fei learned from his mother. According to Mother Song, as long as the lips felt cool when they were plastered on, then it meant that everything was fine, but if one felt that the other’s forehead was hotter than one’s lips, then that showed that the other was running a fever. Song Fei wasn’t sure if there was any scientific basis for this, but at least in Mother Song’s practice, as long as she determined that someone had a fever through the lip test, then later tests would really prove that that person had a fever. Song Fei also didn’t know whether his mother’s lip test made accurate measurements or there was some kind of curse in this method of testing itself.
Fortunately, Qi Yan’s forehead felt cool under his lips.
“It should be fine.” Song Fei declared, also hoping that Qi Yan could be put at ease.
However, it seemed to have little effect.
“Are you sure?” Qi Yan frowned slightly, “I don’t feel very well.”
“Didn’t you just say that there was nothing to worry about ma, how come there’s something wrong now, right after I finished testing?” Despite grumbling a complaint, Song Fei still couldn’t help feeling anxious in his heart and leaned over with worry. Pulling the other’s shoulders down, he pressed his lips against the other’s forehead again, perturbed, and finally muttered to himself: “It’s not hot ah. . .”
“It could also be a low-grade fever.” QI Yan offered other possibilities.
“At any rate, you just want to claim to be feverish at this time no matter what ba.” Song Fei was baffled and switched to placing a hand against the other’s forehead, but still didn’t sense any abnormal temperature, “Quite normal ah.”
Qi Yan pulled his hand down, frowned slightly, then requested with a serious and stern face: “Don’t use your hand, the test from earlier is just fine.”
Song Fei: “. . .”
In front of the window, He Zhiwen gazed at the clear sky.
He recalled that when he played RPG games in the past, whenever it came to the storyline cutscenes between characters, he could always press enter continuously and make the dialogue advance more rapidly so as to start the next stage of the journey more swiftly.
Now that he considered it, that was a truly thoughtful design.
Author’s Chapter Summary:
Harboring a genuine friendship the trio shared a bed, the effect of a transient farewell is overwhelmingly better than being newlywed!
The translator has something to say: poor He Zhiwen, his image of Qi Yan must have shattered in exchange to witness his childishness
Poor Zhiwen suffered even more. Him reminiscing about the RPG cut scenes made me laugh really hard.
Poor Zhiwen. Thanks for the chapter
Just imagine the rest…. The Qi Yan, the strong cold and mighty,… A dog bf
Now they just throwing dog food left and right XD
I feel like there are a few lines missing in-between the desk’s legs protesting as Song Fei woke up, and him hauling Qi Yan over to chek his temperature~ Thank you for translating! ✨
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LMAO I am just imagining the reaction of the others when they find out that these two have made up. They are gonna have a lifetime supply of dog food right in front of their eyes.