Chapter 8

Zuo Hang smiled without saying a word, watching Su Zhanyu enthusiastically immerse himself in the pursuit of finding songs. He tilted his head back against the sofa's backrest, thinking to himself, let him sing, after all, it is not himself who will be scared to death.

Zuo Hang turned over and raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp: "The living room is hot, there is no air conditioning"

After a few sentences, the private room finally fell silent

"I have always had a good temper; my grandmother often says I am even more docile than a rabbit," Zuo Hang thought for a moment in a daze, realizing that his attitude towards Gou Dan did indeed leave much to be desired. He sighed and said, "Even if there is, it is still your own fault. You were quite annoying when you were young, always following me around, and I couldn't shake you off.

After returning to the private room, they caused a commotion for over an hour. With the alcohol consumed, Zuo Hang hardly noticed how much he had drunk; in any case, he felt a bit dizzy. This group of madmen had no control over their drinking, mixing red wine and beer together. Zuo Hang glanced at the time; it was nearly twelve o'clock, so he ordered them to clean up the mess and go home

"Down there?" Zuo Hang raised an eyebrow

Well

"Have you finished singing?" Zuo Hang wiped the water off his face and turned around

Well, everyone else has gone to greet Grandma and Second Uncle. Looking at the lyrics, you can't guess which song it is, " Zuo Hang smiled and nodded, continuing to sing, " I asked the swallow why it came... the swallow said... "

"You haven't slept?" Su Zhanyu was startled, almost stumbling as he walked. Has Zuo Hang been awake all along?

He turned on the faucet and splashed some water on his face, hesitating between clearing his throat or simply giving up.

There is nothing, Zuo Hang hasn't moved, still lying on his side, "What are you fussing about, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

He hesitated for a moment, bent down to turn Zuo Hang over, allowing him to lie on his side, and then turned to prepare to go out

"Come on, when you touched me, weren't you afraid I would hit you?" Thinking of this, Zuo Hang suddenly lost his desire to sleep. He turned over to face Su Zhanyu and said, "When you touched me before, how come I had no idea at all?"

Su Zhanyu has already put on his clothes, but they are still not quite dry, clinging to his body, clearly revealing the muscle contours on his back

I will sleep in the living room," Su Zhanyu opened the door, "on the sofa

Everyone in the room was taken aback, and Su Zhanyu couldn't hold back his laughter, covering his stomach as he looked at him: "Brother, is that the song I heard when I was a child? Is this the closest you've run recently?"

"Where are you touching?" Zuo Hang turned his head and asked.

Zuo Hang couldn't help but glance at Su Zhanyu, wondering just how much trouble this kid usually causes

"I fell asleep and couldn't hear." Zuo Hang shifted slightly and turned to face the wall. He did not allow Su Zhanyu to sleep in the living room, not for any other reason, but because he was his younger brother. No matter what happened, he did not want Su Zhanyu to feel that his older brother had become distant from him.

"You just touched it a little more," Su Zhanyu smiled, the microphone still by his mouth, "It has become even harder."

Zuo Hang leaned on the sofa, feeling somewhat dazed. Su Zhanyu sang quite well, and his slightly hoarse voice made Zuo Hang feel as if the effects of the alcohol, which had already begun to fade, were rising again.

He knelt beside the toilet, resembling a supplicant as he clung to the Emperor's leg and vomited for a while before slowly standing up. Over the past week, the toilet had witnessed his two moments of utter disgrace. He patted the toilet lid and said, "I apologize for the embarrassment, my brother"

I did not expect that KTV actually has "Little Swallow," although the swimsuit version looks somewhat inappropriate

The wound on his head has not yet healed, and it hurts severely when it comes into contact with water. Su Zhanyu gritted his teeth and peeled off the bandage, staring at the mirror for a long time, but he could not see anything.

A person staggered towards him, almost colliding with him, and a strong smell of alcohol wafted over. He felt a wave of nausea and rushed to the sink, wanting to vomit, but after straining for a long time over the basin, he could not bring anything up, only managing a few dry heaves before it came to an end.

"Brother," Su Zhanyu lay for a while, then turned to face the back of Zuo Hang's head, "I remember you weren't like this when we were kids."

"You flatter me," Zuo Hang said as he cupped his fists and stood up. "Pack up quickly and hurry back to school!"

Come here" Su Zhanyu tugged at his waistband, looking completely unconcerned

"Big, it must be big!" Zuo Hang smiled tightly and raised his wine glass at him, "Hurry up and sing."

"Damn," Zuo Hang choked on his saliva for a moment, coughing for quite a while. "From what you said, do you think I touched too little? How many times do you want me to touch?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, before Zuo Hang could clearly hear what was being sung, the people around him erupted into a chaotic mix of shouting and applause. Su Zhanyu gave them a serious middle finger gesture and continued to sing earnestly.

When he returned to the living room, Su Zhanyu was lying on the sofa, enjoying himself with the hockey stick. He walked over, pushed Su Zhanyu's legs aside, and sat down on the sofa: "Damn, I've been getting drunk every time I drink lately"

Zuo Hang followed behind him, feeling a bit emotional. Back then, he was like a black and dirty dog skin plaster, sticking to him all the time, and wherever he turned, he could see that dog egg growing into the tall and handsome Su Zhanyu he is now. His second uncle and grandmother must have felt the same mix of emotions as he did, how difficult it has been.

Zuo Hang fell silent and closed his eyes. However, after chatting for a short while, the little bit of drowsiness he had saved up had mostly dissipated, and he opened his eyes to stare at the wall. His mind couldn't help but recall the scene from that night when Su Zhanyu had dragged him onto the bed after drinking too much. It was somewhat hazy... He only remembered Su Zhanyu taking off his clothes, and it seemed like he had touched him a few times...

Feeling down is always like this, Su Zhanyu put down the rod and sat up, "You should hurry and sleep."

Zuo Hang quickly dodged to the side and glanced around, roughly counting that about four hands had reached into Su Zhanyu's pants one after another, with some lingering for more than three seconds.

"No, if you don't listen to me sing, then why should I even bother singing?" Su Zhanyu smiled and handed him a pack of tissues, "Are you alright? You didn't drink much today either."

Hmm? Zuo Hang entered the bedroom, threw himself onto the bed, and buried his face in the pillow, feeling comfortable

It is impossible, that person stood up, I will check it.

"Why are you being so fussy?" Zuo Hang lay down, resting his arm under his head, knowing what the young man was thinking at that moment. Fueled by alcohol, he spoke without much care, "I haven't said anything about you touching me, yet you're acting all shy. Hurry up and sleep; I have to work overtime tomorrow."

Hmm," Su Zhanyu chuckled, lowering his head to glance at himself, "I don't have much hanging on me now, so singing this is appropriate.

These young men are probably a bit tipsy, and Su Zhanyu's casual remark acted like a starting gun, causing several of them to jump up at once and reach into his pants.

There is nothing to understand about this matter, just go to sleep said Su Zhanyu softly

I don't understand you; what is there to touch about a big man?" Zuo Hang muttered, then turned over and faced the wall.

Zuo Hang said nothing, stood up and went into the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out, he felt much more awake and saw Su Zhanyu still sitting on the sofa fiddling with that rod. He walked over and kicked his leg, saying: "Go wash up. I should have thrown a bar of soap down when you jumped into the river."

"It's nothing," Zuo Hang said as he took a tissue to wipe his face, "I didn't expect you to sing quite well."

The moment Zuo Hang straightened his back and created a small distance from Su Zhanyu, he regretted it

Ah," Su Zhanyu was taken aback by his sudden question and didn't know how to respond. He turned over and lay flat for a while before speaking, "Where else can I touch? I didn't really touch anywhere seriously, so stop thinking about it.

Su Zhanyu did not speak or evade; he simply leaned back on the sofa, laughing heartily. In such situations, if the person involved does not cooperate by struggling or resisting, the onlookers quickly lose interest. After a few touches, they all returned to lounging on the sofa.

Little Swallow, dressed in floral attire, comes here every spring... Left Hang rested his leg on the coffee table and shouted a line with his eyes closed

The pole is truly excellent

"Indeed." Su Zhanyu turned around to look at him, his expression serious.

Sometimes he will shout a couple of times without going off-key, but when he sings, his off-key singing is truly remarkable

His own reaction is excessive; if it were someone else, they would not feel any guilt. However, this person is his brother, and it feels rather meaningless to act this way.

What do you mean?" Zuo Hang closed his eyes.

I never expected such a fine young man to be interested in men

In the corridor, apart from one or two waitstaff, there were no other people. From the gaps in the doors of the private rooms came either piercing or tragic cries. He walked through these sounds and entered the restroom

After taking a shower, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a small bottle of alcohol. He grabbed a tissue and dabbed it haphazardly on the wound. The alcohol caused a sharp, needle-like pain in the wound, and he frowned, taking a breath. He initially wanted to curse, but in the end, he remained silent. The bedroom was very quiet, and it was likely that Zuo Hang had already fallen asleep.

The elder brother wants to sing "Little Swallow!" This fellow immediately turned around and shouted at the person standing at the song stage, "Quick, see if there is any!"

Zuo Hang threw a microphone to him, and the two of them sang while one ran and the other pulled. In the middle, Su Zhanyu had Zuo Hang run through various tunes several times. The group of people in the room laughed so hard that they collapsed on the sofa and couldn't get up. When they finally finished singing, everyone gave Zuo Hang a thumbs up: "Big brother, you are unbeatable; out of these five words, four and a half can be sung out."

"That is, I have always been well-rounded," Su Zhanyu said with a smile while crossing his arms, "Did it bring up your sad memories?"

Zuo Hang was taken aback for a moment, glancing at him sideways: "Really, you are provoking your brother like this."

It's nothing

It was not intentional; I like this song and was just thinking of singing it for you. Halfway through the song, I remembered that you just went through a breakup when you came out. Su Zhanyu habitually wanted to reach out and put his arm around his shoulder, but after raising his hand, he hesitated for a moment and then withdrew it, turning to walk out of the bathroom. "Why don't you sing a song for me later? I wouldn't mind kneeling for you."

Zuo Hang listened to the words coming from the speaker, couldn't hold back his laughter, and took a sip of wine: "What a thick skin."

This person is your brother, Su Zhanyu reminded himself, and your brother already knows about your situation

Someone over by the sofa leisurely replied, "That won't do, last time you sang in your underwear, how can you wear so much this time"

"Big brother, we have been waiting all night," a young man approached with a cup of wine and said, "Why don't you give us a song?"

"Go on!" Su Zhanyu replied as he sat down beside him

"Where are you going?" Zuo Hang's voice came over, sounding very alert

When I was young, I was a bit afraid of you, thinking that your temper was not very good and that you were particularly impatient with me

Su Zhanyu seemed to be momentarily stunned, quickly withdrew his hand, jumped up, and ran to the other end of the sofa to select a song

That suffocating feeling surged back like a tide, and Zuo Hang felt a wave of depression, as if his chest were blocked by a ragged mop. He stood up and walked out of the private room

Indeed, how come you seem to have no impression of your childhood? Su Zhanyu felt a bit gloomy; unlike Zuo Hang, he remembered every single event from his childhood very clearly, especially those related to Zuo Hang

Is there?

"Brother," Su Zhanyu chuckled for a while, "Thank you."

The door of the restroom behind him made a sound as someone entered. Zuo Hang straightened up and saw Su Zhanyu's worried face in the mirror

Zuo Hang took a sip from a cup of cola, gazing at Su Zhanyu's back. Although he said nothing, the swift movement of dodging still left Zuo Hang feeling somewhat uneasy.

If this matter were to be known by the family, it would surely cause an uproar

"Damn," Su Zhanyu closed the door, turned around, and got back into bed, pushing Zuo Hang inward a bit, "I might snore because I've been drinking."

Su Zhanyu felt a bit embarrassed by his question. Zuo Hang, having had a few drinks, was completely different from his usual self, speaking without much thought: "How could you notice? You sleep quite soundly... I don't always touch you, just a few times."

"Brother..." Su Zhanyu said somewhat helplessly, "Just sleep, okay"

Zuo Hang threw the car into the parking lot and took a taxi home with Su Zhanyu. As soon as he arrived home, he rushed to the bathroom. He cannot drink mixed drinks, as they easily make him feel lightheaded. Moreover, the strange scent of the air freshener in the taxi made him feel nauseous halfway through the ride, and he had to grit his teeth to hold back from vomiting in the car.

"It really didn't wear anything!" someone shouted, "Aren't they afraid of getting scratched?"

As the prelude began, Zuo Hang took the microphone and cleared his throat: "I will sing now."

"Not today, it's empty inside." Su Zhanyu also leaned back on the sofa, smiling as he patted his pants

"Anyway, I am quite afraid of you." Su Zhanyu felt no sleepiness, his eyes continuously scanning Zuo Hang. Zuo Hang's skin was very good, not overly pale, but very delicate and smooth, with not even a trace of a mosquito bite.

The spring here is the most beautiful! Su Zhanyu leaned close to the microphone and sang along with him, helping him find the right tune again

"I won't sing, as soon as I open my mouth, you all have to kneel down for me," Zuo Hang leaned back into the sofa and patted Su Zhanyu on the back, "You sing, are you going to sing a song for me?"

As the music of "One | Silk | Not | Hanging" began to play, Su Zhanyu took the microphone and cleared his throat, while someone in the corner remarked, "Zhanyu is quite impressive."

"Brother, what are you singing? I'll give you a thumbs up." Su Zhanyu selected a good song and sat back down beside Zuo Hang, this time not sitting too close to him.

But what does he want to do with these things

Listening to a rather unpleasant song in a state of intoxication, this lamentable condition inevitably reminded him of Dong Huan, or more precisely, it reminded him of how he had suddenly and rather inexplicably experienced a breakup just a few days ago

The room was dimly lit, with the moonlight outside providing a fair amount of brightness. A beam of light streamed in through the gap in the curtains, perfectly illuminating the bare back of Zuo Hang. He stared at Zuo Hang's back for a while before shifting his gaze away. Zuo Hang was holding a pillow, and the curve of his waist and back made him feel a bit dizzy. Although he had a good tolerance for alcohol, the small amount he had consumed that evening was not enough to get him drunk, yet the situation still caused his thoughts to wander. He stared at Zuo Hang's back for a while before shifting his gaze away. Zuo Hang was holding a pillow, and the curve of his waist and back made him feel a bit dizzy. Although he had a good tolerance for alcohol, the small amount he had consumed that evening was not enough to get him drunk, yet the situation still caused his thoughts to wander.

"Don't be so rude, the only song I can sing somewhat in tune is 'Little Swallow.'" Zuo Hang placed his wine glass on the table, and it seemed that he would not be allowed to leave until he sang a song for this group of people. "You really don't care about your lives, do you?"

Su Zhanyu tiptoed into the bedroom and stood by the bed