"Tang Miao, will you attend the high school reunion next Friday? You should bring your family."
"Qu Yao? Good morning! Bring my family? Bring my family to the class reunion..."
"Qi Ming… You're going crazy again..." Many twists and turns were caused by a single sentence.
"Qu Yao… I'll attend. Send me the location and time. Have a nice honeymoon!"
Qu Yao snorted as she stared at her phone. It's you who's on your honeymoon, not me.
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Had she just interrupted something good?
Did she just forget to mention that the reunion was convened by Xu Jiaqi?
But Boss Tang shouldn't be that stingy, right?
… …
"Do you like it when I go crazy?" Qi Ming nibbling at his nape.
"Like... I like it..."
"Still gonna chat with others?" The sun in Italy was too warm, and so were the men and women conceived there.
"I...I was just having a normal conversation..."
"Not allowed."
"Okay... Okay..." Tang Miao reluctantly agreed, "Qi...Ming...harder...ah...I like..."
"What do you like?"
Tang Miao's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was filled with emotions as he said, "...I like you."
7.
Tang Miao really came to the reunion with his family. He openly clasped hands with Qi Ming. It's not that others weren't curious; they had wondered about Tang Miao and Qi Ming's relationship back then, but they also knew how capable Tang Miao had become over the years. However, they weren't expecting him to come out of the closet so publicly.
Some people were quite stimulated by his nonchalance.
Xu Jiaqi cleared her throat, inquiring, "Won't you introduce us?"
Tang Miao was perplexed. "Introduce who?"
"Your partner?" Tang Miao, Xu Jiaqi felt, was still pretending to be stupid after all these years. He had Qi Ming's support back then, but she wouldn't let him wiggle out of the embarrassing situation in public this time.
Xu Jiaqi clenched her fiancé's hand, her nails burrowing into his palm.
Tang Miao blinked, suddenly wanting to laugh, "I say Qi Ming, have you changed so much?"
Qi Ming?!
The room erupted in an uproar in an instant. There was a lot of speculation among them concerning the Qi family throughout these years. Although many of them were unaware of the details, they knew that Qi Ming had left without finishing high school. They had no idea where he had gone.
Xu Jiaqi's fingers loosened. She was stunned with a sudden realization.
Qi Ming reluctantly took off his sunglasses and nodded to everyone.
In fact, apart from Qu Yao, he wasn't really familiar with them. It was understandable that they did not recognize him. Qi Ming was taller and stronger, and his skin had tanned. The key point was that few people dared to look at Qi Ming back then.
The former class monitor proposed playing a game to smooth things over, and the atmosphere quickly grew lively again.
Tang Miao and Qi Ming were both unfamiliar with them. They talked alone, and when they looked around, they discovered the others had opted to play Truth or Dare.
Tang Miao and Qi Ming, who were deprived of the right to vote: "..."
"Tang Miao."
"I choose truth." The point was that he really had no interest in any dares.
"Did you like anyone in high school...when did you like them?"
These were clearly two questions, but Tang Miao responded generously: "I realized it sometime around my first or second year of high school, but I had liked him for quite some time before that. You all already know who I liked, right? Qi Ming."
Everyone: "..."
"Qi Ming, what about you?"
Qi Ming was playing with Tang Miao's fingers in boredom, "I realized it in the third year of high school, but I've liked him since we were kids. You all know who he is, right?"
Everyone: "..."
When the bottle came to a stop between Qi Ming and Tang Miao in the final round, so both of them were asked questions—
Qu Yao thought for a moment, "I want to know what the other person does that has you at your wit's end."
"Cry." Qi Ming lips curled.
"Tang Miao, what about you?"
Tang Miao grinned: "I like it when he's fierce to me."
Everyone: "..."
They clearly came to flaunt their cars, houses, wealth, jobs, children and spouses, so why did they end up eating a bellyful of dog food?!
… …
"Qi Ming." Xu Jiaqi chased after them, "I want to ask you a question."
Qi Ming cocked his sharp brow, "Speak"
"...You clearly said you hate people who cry the most."
"MiaoMiao isn't just anyone." Qi Ming did not consider this a problem.
"I'm not just anyone." Tang Miao, who had just washed his hands, spoke in unison with Qi Ming.
As for the outraged Xu Jiaqi who was crying again, it had nothing to do with them.
Qi Ming always said that everyone should be accountable for their own lives and not tie their life to the lives of others.
But Tang Shuishui was not "others." MiaoMiao, his little crying bag, has always been an inseparable part of his life.
8. Curse
Qi Ming had a spider web-like scar on his ribs.
Even when Tang Miao cried and caused a ruckus, Qi Ming refused to say how and when it happened. He just downplayed it as an accident.
Tang Miao found out what happened only after catching hold of a Qi Hui Tang brother.
"Young Master Tang." In fact, he wanted to address him as Young Madam, but he was scared of Qi Ming's fists.
"Brother Xiao Hui, you're someone who has watched me grow up, right?"
Chen Hui swiftly waved his hand, "Young Master Tang, don't hesitate to tell me what you want."
"It's just to relive the past." Tang Miao blinked innocently.
Chen Hui was silent. Young Madam looked very unhappy. What should he do?!
"By the way, is that web-like injury on Qi Ming's ribs all right?"
"It's all right. The doctor said that he was lucky to survive; it hit between two ribs."
Tang Miao clenched his fists. It had been a life-threatening wound?! Qi Ming, that jerk!
"It wasn't serious, but Qi Ming bragged to me that he woke up instantly after the surgery." Tang Miao tried to make his voice sound light.
Chen Hui scratched the back of his head, "Hehe, the young master didn't brag. At the time, the doctor said it was impossible, but he woke up frantically. He even sneaked a computer into the ward without alerting the doctor." Chen Hui was overjoyed when he recalled it.
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"What was he so frantic about?" Tang Miao squinted, thinking that a certain someone needed to be taught a lesson. A gunshot wound! Surgery! Did he think it was a cold?! He almost died, and was still worrying about the computer?!
"Wasn't it because he wanted to write you an email, Young Master Tang? As long as it's your business, the young master is very attentive." Despite the fact that he knew Tang Miao was also madly in love with his young master, he had to sell hard. Chen Hui believed he was a fantastic subordinate.
Email...
During those years, the only email Qi Ming sent him was on his birthday each year.
The only time he was late was during his senior year. He'd received the email at the last minute, and it contained the line "MiaoMiao, I miss you" at the very bottom.
"Was it during our third year?"
Chen Hui suddenly reacted. If he remembered correctly, the young master appeared to have asked them not to say anything about it.
Chen Hui: "..." Was it too late to fix it?!!
"Brother Xiao Hui, do you recall how many videos you gave me when I was little?"
Chen Hui: "..." He.. he.. he had no idea the young master was so protective of Tang Miao at the time. They were not allowed to smoke, swear, fight, discuss adult topics, or watch porn.
"Brother Xiao Hui, was it June? If yes, simply nod your head."
Chen Hui, who had been badly threatened, nodded stiffly.
"Thank you, Brother Xiao Hui. I'll look for you to play again next time."
Chen Hui: "..."
… …
"Qi Ming." Tang Miao held him as he took a nap.
"Huh?"
"I've saved every email you sent me, as well as my high school phone."
"Come on, just tell me what you want," Qi Ming said with a smile.
He and Tang Miao never mentioned the past. They'd chosen not to bring up the events and ideas of the previous few years. Tang Miao must have brought it up for a reason.
Tang Miao's mouth was quivering as he said, "I remember one year I waited for your email all day." If you count the day before, he hadn't slept for two days and one night.
Qi Ming instantly recognized the year and solemnly kissed Tang Miao's mouth, which was clearly about to cry: "Don't cry! I'm sorry, MiaoMiao. I apologize for being late."
In fact, eight years had brought about significant changes in a lot of things. Qi Ming, for example, who was no longer willing to beat Tang Miao or argue with him fiercely. It was all okay in fun, but he was also eager to say gentle words in private. Tang Miao also showed a different side to Qi Ming. He was polite but indifferent to others. It was only when facing Qi Ming that he behaved like a child.
"It's not your fault. I forgive you. Now, give me a hug." Tang Miao slung his arm around Qi Ming's waist. A thin quilt lay between them, and his fingers rubbed the spider web-like scar.
Qi Ming assumed Tang Miao was asleep, but his chest became damp and chilly. Tang Miao remained motionless when he tugged on him again.
"MiaoMiao, what's the matter? Feeling wronged? Give me a kiss?"
"I...I drank too much water."
Qi Ming was furious at him for lying so blatantly and yelled, "Tang! Shui! Shui!"
Qi Ming discovered that Tang Miao's tears had drenched the quilt. He coaxed, "MiaoMiao, tell me. Why are you crying so hard? I swear I'll never be late again. Little ancestor, let me look at you, okay? Come on, raise your head."
"You're not allowed to be late again," Tang Miao mumbled.
"I promise."
Tang Miao's tears burst again. "Were you in agony at the time?"
Qi Ming suddenly understood: Tang Miao knew.
"It hurt a lot." Qi Ming threw the damp quilt away. "If you give me a kiss, it won't hurt anymore."
"Qi Ming, Qi Ming, Qi Ming..." Tang Miao wanted to get angry and ask him why he didn't take good care of himself, but, in the end, he couldn't say anything. He only knew to call out his name.
Qi Ming patted him on the back: "In fact, I must thank you. MiaoMiao is my little lucky star. At the time, the assassin was aiming for my head and I had no idea. For some reason, the red rope you gave me snapped. The bullet sped by as I squatted down to pick it up. I dodged several bullets aimed at my head, but his final gunshot became lodged in my ribs."
Tang Miao bit his lower lip, realizing he had almost lost Qi Ming.
"If I hadn't been thinking about writing you an email at the time, I might not have woken up so quickly when I was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment. Someone claimed to be a nurse and sneaked into my ward after I completed sending you the email."
"So, I am doing well now all thanks to Tang ShuiShui."
"What about...that person?" Tang Miao became cold all of a sudden. His entire body appeared to have been dumped into an ice cave, which caused his teeth to clatter. What if...what if…
"Dead." Qi Ming spoke lightly.
He carried Tang Miao to the bathroom. Tang ShuiShui's tears had left him so wet that if he went to bed like this, he would catch a cold.
Tang Miao finally calmed down in the bathtub and clutched Qi Ming's neck, "Qi Ming...fortunately you are fine..."
Yes, Qi Ming was also thankful to be alive. Tang ShuiShui was such a stubborn little crying bag. He would probably sob himself to death if something happened to him.
So he had changed his mind and added another line to the email: "MiaoMiao, I miss you so much."
Tang Miao was uninterested in learning why Qi Ming was shot or how that assassin died. All he needed to know was that his Qi Ming was fine.
"Stop rubbing against me."
"Let's do it." Tang Miao stretched his fingers and used the water in the bathtub to loosen himself.
"I'll do it. Don't hurt yourself clumsily."
"I'm not stupid."
"Really? Isn't it stupid to use water for lubrication? I often wonder how you became the topper."
"I brought your IQ to the exam." Tang Miao was very proud of himself.
Qi Ming: "..." Which one should he choose: beat him or kiss him? Waiting online, very urgent.
… …
"How...how were you able to recover so quickly?"
"Thanks to the tonic soup you stewed." Tang Miao was made to cry by Qi Ming.
In comparison to the tears he had shed as a result of missing and feeling sad, he hoped his Tang ShuiShui would keep his tears for such occasions.
"That was to help you heal from your gunshot wound." Tang Miao whispered, "My mother and aunt gave me the prescription."
"What did you say to them?"
"I said you hurt your waist."
Qi Ming: "..."
"Ah...Qi Ming, take it easy, um...ah...umh...lighter...lighter..."
"Study committee member, let's review the difference between waist and ribs."
Tang Miao felt very wronged. How could he have known that mothers would pit their sons in such a way…
… …
"MiaoMiao?" Qi Ming caressed Tang Miao's dry and soft cheeks.
"...Huh?"
"Let's go to the Taoist temple where you prayed for my success in the college entrance exams that year."
"That was not for passing with flying colors."
"Huh?"
"It was a curse," Tang Miao said quietly.
Qi Ming pinched his meaty buttocks, "Will you tell me or not? Watch out if you don't say it."
"It was a curse that may your hair slowly turn white..." Tang Miao smiled softly, "...with me."
9. Wish
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Tang Miao later brought Qi Ming to the Yuelao Temple, where he sincerely paid his respects. When he ran into the little Taoist priest again, he requested two new red ropes. They removed the faded ones in front of him and replaced them with new ones.
Despite his aversion for such girly things, Qi Ming assisted Tang Miao in tying the new red ropes.
My only wish in this life is to be with him forever and grow old with him.
Translator:
This short story is done! My first completed project😀 I hope you liked it.
Tang Miao's tears burst again. "Were you in agony at the time?"
Qi Ming suddenly understood: Tang Miao knew.
"It hurt a lot." Qi Ming threw the damp quilt away. "If you give me a kiss, it won't hurt anymore."
"Qi Ming, Qi Ming, Qi Ming..." Tang Miao wanted to get angry and ask him why he didn't take good care of himself, but, in the end, he couldn't say anything. He only knew to call out his name.
Qi Ming patted him on the back: "In fact, I must thank you. MiaoMiao is my little lucky star. At the time, the assassin was aiming for my head and I had no idea. For some reason, the red rope you gave me snapped. The bullet sped by as I squatted down to pick it up. I dodged several bullets aimed at my head, but his final gunshot became lodged in my ribs."
Tang Miao bit his lower lip, realizing he had almost lost Qi Ming.
"If I hadn't been thinking about writing you an email at the time, I might not have woken up so quickly when I was taken to the hospital for emergency treatment. Someone claimed to be a nurse and sneaked into my ward after I completed sending you the email."
"So, I am doing well now all thanks to Tang ShuiShui."
"What about...that person?" Tang Miao became cold all of a sudden. His entire body appeared to have been dumped into an ice cave, which caused his teeth to clatter. What if...what if…
"Dead." Qi Ming spoke lightly.
He carried Tang Miao to the bathroom. Tang ShuiShui's tears had left him so wet that if he went to bed like this, he would catch a cold.
Tang Miao finally calmed down in the bathtub and clutched Qi Ming's neck, "Qi Ming...fortunately you are fine..."
Yes, Qi Ming was also thankful to be alive. Tang ShuiShui was such a stubborn little crying bag. He would probably sob himself to death if something happened to him.
So he had changed his mind and added another line to the email: "MiaoMiao, I miss you so much."
Tang Miao was uninterested in learning why Qi Ming was shot or how that assassin died. All he needed to know was that his Qi Ming was fine.
"Stop rubbing against me."
"Let's do it." Tang Miao stretched his fingers and used the water in the bathtub to loosen himself.
"I'll do it. Don't hurt yourself clumsily."
"I'm not stupid."
"Really? Isn't it stupid to use water for lubrication? I often wonder how you became the topper."
"I brought your IQ to the exam." Tang Miao was very proud of himself.
Qi Ming: "..." Which one should he choose: beat him or kiss him? Waiting online, very urgent.
… …
"How...how were you able to recover so quickly?"
"Thanks to the tonic soup you stewed." Tang Miao was made to cry by Qi Ming.
In comparison to the tears he had shed as a result of missing and feeling sad, he hoped his Tang ShuiShui would keep his tears for such occasions.
"That was to help you heal from your gunshot wound." Tang Miao whispered, "My mother and aunt gave me the prescription."
"What did you say to them?"
"I said you hurt your waist."
Qi Ming: "..."
"Ah...Qi Ming, take it easy, um...ah...umh...lighter...lighter..."
"Study committee member, let's review the difference between waist and ribs."
Tang Miao felt very wronged. How could he have known that mothers would pit their sons in such a way…
… …
"MiaoMiao?" Qi Ming caressed Tang Miao's dry and soft cheeks.
"...Huh?"
"Let's go to the Taoist temple where you prayed for my success in the college entrance exams that year."
"That was not for passing with flying colors."
"Huh?"
"It was a curse," Tang Miao said quietly.
Qi Ming pinched his meaty buttocks, "Will you tell me or not? Watch out if you don't say it."
"It was a curse that may your hair slowly turn white..." Tang Miao smiled softly, "...with me."
9. Wish
Work stolen from https://chipoholictranslations.blogspot.com
Tang Miao later brought Qi Ming to the Yuelao Temple, where he sincerely paid his respects. When he ran into the little Taoist priest again, he requested two new red ropes. They removed the faded ones in front of him and replaced them with new ones.
Despite his aversion for such girly things, Qi Ming assisted Tang Miao in tying the new red ropes.
My only wish in this life is to be with him forever and grow old with him.
Translator:
This short story is done! My first completed project😀 I hope you liked it.
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