In first grade, Gu Jinmian attended Qiuyang Elementary, which was right next to Xuming Middle School.
The two schools were adjacent, and across the street was an old park frequented by two types of people: elderly individuals and students from the two schools. Eventually, due to frequent fights and flirtations among middle school students, the elderly gradually stopped visiting.
Junior high school years were often the most rebellious and fearless times in a person’s life. A group of teachers always kept an eye on the students, and a small grove became the meeting place after school.
In the first year of junior high, after a fight, they would rest on the benches in the farthest corner of the park from the school, where few people ventured.
One day, a dirty, short-legged boy of only five or six years old with a paralyzed face approached him and climbed onto the chair.
The little boy had just started first grade, without a mother or older brother. He didn’t know how to smile or get angry, but when he fought, he was particularly fierce, he often appeared in tattered clothes.
Every day, he carried a small Teletubby with an antenna water bottle hanging around his neck. Initially, he would drink water slowly and then leave, but over time, he started leaving later, and followed him like a small tail.
His name seemed to be Gu Jinmian.
He would say with a bruised face, “Big brother, you have a really nice smile,” and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake him off.
In the most embarrassing moment of his life, two strangers crossed paths on a bench, finding solace in each other during those painfully dim moments.
Later on, as his life went through ups and downs, the memory of that boy with a paralyzed face faded gradually into the depths of his mind.
It wasn’t until his doctor suggested bringing out his past that he reached into the deep sea of his memories and pulled out the image of that little boy.
With no older brother, even if he won a fight, he would still get beaten up by someone else’s older brother. Now, he had a protective big brother.
Being without a mother often led to teasing from other kids, but now he had a gentle and powerful mother.
He always kept his word, but if he chose the wrong person to trust, he could end up being bullied badly.
His heart doctor, Zhou Jingjun, said that coming out was the first step towards reconciliation and that it might bring redemption.
The most unique ‘character’ in this story was a soul that could get close to him and warm his heart. He identified Zhou Jun, based on Zhou Jingjun, as that character and couldn’t help but want to tell her the truth.
Unexpectedly, this soul turned out to be the grown-up version of that little boy.
A4 paper was filled with ten years of Gu Jinmian’s life.
Last night, he joked about getting a good advantage and being cute. Their information didn’t match, so today he earnestly provided a detailed self-introduction, looking adorably foolish.
Yin Moshu spent half an hour reading the paper, then glanced at the bare bed.
During their argument, he finally got to sleep in the bedroom, but there was no blanket.
Yin Moshu chuckled softly. He had grown up and was no longer in tattered clothes. His temper had also matured.
Yin Moshu walked to the bedroom door and knocked, but there was no response from inside.
“You took all the bedding. How am I supposed to sleep?”
The room had a long sofa where Yin Moshu used to spend the night. Gu Jinmian had added a single sofa and a double sofa, placed a thick mattress on them, and made a warm nest by throwing on a blanket.
Upon hearing Yin Moshu’s voice, Gu Jinmian felt a moment of guilt, then realized he could just go to the housekeeper for a blanket instead of bothering him.
So Gu Jinmian stayed silent, and he crawled into the bed to nurse his wounded pride.
After about a minute, Yin Moshu’s voice came from outside, “I’m coming in.”
Gu Jinmian was about to say not to come in, but Yin Moshu had already pushed open the door, eyebrows raised at Gu Jinmian’s state.
“No, I’ll get you a sleeping cap, eye mask, and earplugs?”
Gu Jinmian: “…”
So, he couldn’t sleep without teasing him, huh?
How come, when he was struggling before, he used sarcasm as a defense mechanism, but now that he was living comfortably, that sarcasm turned into venom?
He should have just left him alone. Let him live in the hell his scumbag dad created. After all, no matter how much he did, he wouldn’t appreciate it.
Gu Jinmian angrily thought to himself, unaware that Yin Moshu had already sat down.
While it was comfortable to sleep alone on the sofa, it wasn’t that spacious. When Yin Moshu sat down, especially blocking the only exit, it became quite cramped.
“You…”
Before Gu Jinmian could finish his sentence, Yin Moshu silenced him.
He sat there, watching Gu Jinmian for a few seconds, then without saying anything, leaned in for a kiss.
The kiss was gentle, and Gu Jinmian was momentarily taken aback before realizing what was happening.
After the cold demeanor in the bedroom, why was he being so tender now?
Gu Jinmian tried to struggle, but Yin Moshu, sensing it, held his wrist down.
Gu Jinmian tried to extend his legs, thinking Yin Moshu wouldn’t notice. However, Yin Moshu detected his attempt, trapping one leg between Gu Jinmian’s and pressing his other leg down. Gu Jinmian attempted to kick him with his left leg, but due to the angle, it just slid along Yin Moshu’s waist.
Gu Jinmian: “?”
Yin Moshu buried himself in his neck and let out a low chuckle.
As Gu Jinmian prepared to kick again, he suddenly heard Yin Moshu say, “Stupid He Bujin.”
The voice was low and husky, carrying a hint of laughter, mixed with emotions that couldn’t be clearly defined. It instantly froze Gu Jinmian.
He looked at Yin Moshu in surprise, and at that moment, Yin Moshu lifted his head from Gu Jinmian’s neck and bit his chin, saying, “Satisfied?”
Gu Jinmian’s eyes gleamed brightly, but he forced his face to stay down, lips curled in a semblance of a smile as if savoring something. “What did you say? I didn’t hear it clearly just now.”
Yin Moshu accepted his fate, “Stupid He Bujin, how can it be compared to you? You’re better than him.”
Gu Jinmian’s smile at the corner of his mouth couldn’t be controlled any longer, bursting open as his eyes sparkled like they had captured the most beautiful starlight.
Yin Moshu’s heart softened at the sight of him, continuously feeling a stream of joy.
He Bujin is really stupid.
He took a step back, lifting Gu Jinmian into a sitting position and kissing him again.
Gu Jinmian blinked and reached forward to embrace him.
He sneakily looked at Yin Moshu with joy, thinking that the kissing Yin Moshu looked incredibly handsome. As the kisses deepened, Gu Jinmian’s heart began to race. His fingers unconsciously stroked Yin Moshu’s Adam’s apple, even wanting to tease and scratch.
The Adam’s apple rolled, and the strength around his waist suddenly increased.
Just when Gu Jinmian felt like he was almost breathless, Yin Moshu pulled away.
Gu Jinmian looked at him in confusion, but before he could see clearly, Yin Moshu turned him around after pulling away. Yin Moshu sat behind him against the couch, and Gu Jinmian could only feel his breath, warm on the back of his neck, shifting from heavy to light, gradually becoming gentle.
“In first grade, serve as a labor committee member ,” Yin Moshu laughed.
His breath steadied, yet his voice was still husky and deep.
Gu Jinmian’s ears twitched, and he made a muffled “Hmm,” his voice a bit hoarse.
They had kissed too deeply just now.
Gu Jinmian got up from him, emerging from the blanket, and one could still see the happiness in his eyes.
Yin Moshu took advantage of the situation and also got up, pushing the couch they had tussled on aside and then opening the room’s windows.
The cool breeze of late autumn rushed in, bringing a refreshing chill and the quiet that belonged to the night.
Yin Moshu sat back opposite Gu Jinmian, taking out the self-introduction from his pocket.
Gu Jinmian: “…..”
Suddenly, he felt like he was being interviewed by an interviewer.
The interviewer had bold eyebrows and expressive eyes, with sharp facial contours. However, due to a faint smile and satisfaction, he didn’t seem so intimidating. He looked pleasing to the eye.
Gu Jinmian’s desire to impress the interviewer intensified.
“Do you still remember being on the labor committee in first grade? Your memory seems quite good.”
“I was six years old at that time,” Gu Jinmian replied.
“Do you remember any fellow classmates when you were in first grade?”
“Hmm?” Gu Jinmian didn’t understand why Yin Moshu was asking this, but he was willing to share all his past experiences with Yin Moshu. Since yesterday afternoon when he realized he liked Yin Moshu, he had made that decision.
Liking someone, wanting to pursue them, starts with sincerely sharing your own experiences.
“I remember a few,” Gu Jinmian said, trying hard to recall. Then he furrowed his brows. “He was both clumsy and unimpressive.”
After saying this, Gu Jinmian noticed that Yin Moshu’s eyebrows were also furrowed for some reason, and the smile on his face faded a bit.
Confused, Gu Jinmian tried even harder to remember, like a student facing a history question without knowing the answer, scrambling to put together words to increase the word count, hoping to get a higher score from the teacher when grading. “It should be like this. I remember some people from that time, but I can’t recall any faces. Anyway, he was very unpleasant.”
He looked at Yin Moshu, and his expression brightened again. Did he manage to score some points with that answer?
“It’s normal not to remember faces from that time. Were there no exceptionally good-looking people that left a deep impression on you?”
“Yes,” Gu Jinmian nodded immediately. “But it wasn’t from my class, it was a big brother from the neighboring school.”
Yin Moshu looked up at Gu Jinmian upon hearing this, his gaze tightly focused on him.
Gu Jinmian felt a bit dazed looking at his face and patted his head. “What should I do? Now, when I think of someone good-looking, only your face comes to mind.”
Yin Moshu didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“I won’t talk about that part,” Gu Jinmian’s voice lowered, carrying a hint of a plea that he himself hadn’t realized. “That year, my mother just passed away, and my father stayed in her old house every day, drinking heavily and ignoring me. Sometimes I couldn’t even eat enough and could only drink water. During the day, I had fights with people and at night, I listened to my father’s crying and thought about my mother. It was a miserable year, the darkest and least memorable.”
Yin Moshu was momentarily stunned.
Gu Jinmian half-lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling uneasily. He tightly pursed his lips, looking a bit pitiful and downcast.
“Let’s skip that part and talk about something else,” Gu Jinmian said. He didn’t want to revisit those memories right now.
“Okay,” Yin Moshu agreed. “Let’s not talk about it.”
He looked at the paper in his hand and said, “You didn’t stay for a year before transferring.”
“That’s right,” Gu Jinmian’s emotions visibly heightened. “I transferred to the central primary school in the city center. Grandpa and grandma insisted on bringing me and my dad back.”
“I even became the class monitor and later the captain of the Pioneer Team.”
Yin Moshu smiled and continued reading. After that, Gu Jinmian attended a prominent city primary school, a prestigious provincial high school, and entered the aviation academy as an outstanding pilot. His family became wealthier over time.
Since then, his life had been smooth and dazzling.
“Quite good,” Yin Moshu said, holding the paper and looking over Gu Jinmian’s past. He then folded it and put it back into his pocket. “You won’t go hungry or be bullied anymore.”
Suddenly, Yin Moshu remembered when Gu Jinmian bought him lots of snacks and toys at the school store during the filming of “Snow” in August at Qiu Yang High School. They both enjoyed the treats, and the lollipops and spicy strips tasted like delicacies.
A more complex set of emotions surged within him than at that time.
Gu Jinmian nodded vigorously. “Yeah!”
“No more hunger. I started learning Taekwondo in junior high, and no one could beat me after that.”
Yin Moshu picked up the cushion from the couch and took away the blanket that was on Gu Jinmian.
“What are you doing?” Gu Jinmian asked.
“You’re still sleeping here?” Yin Moshu placed the bedding on one arm, extending his hand to Gu Jinmian, smiling. “Come back with me.”
Gu Jinmian hesitated, feeling that Yin Moshu at this moment was incredibly gentle. Gentleness could wrap up a sensitive and delicate heart, giving the feeling of being well-protected and loved.
In less than an hour, Gu Jinmian was led back by Yin Moshu.
Upon returning to the bedroom, he suddenly bounced on the bed like a happy puppy. After Yin Moshu sat on the bed, Gu Jinmian jumped onto his back.
Yin Moshu, who was almost knocked out by him: “……”
“Please remember that you are a man over 180 centimeters tall,” Yin Moshu said.
Gu Jinmian didn’t respond, lying on Yin Moshu’s back, hugging his neck, and asking, “Yin Moshu, after reading my self-introduction, what do you think of me?”
“In what aspect?” Yin Moshu asked.
“In all aspects.”
Yin Moshu pondered for a few seconds. “There are aspects I haven’t understood yet.”
Hmm?
Gu Jinmian wanted to ask which aspects, but he couldn’t quite articulate why. His innate sensitivity held him back. “From what you know.”
Yin Moshu asked again, “Then from what perspective and identity do you want me to evaluate?”
“Identity too?”
“Yeah, boss, classmate, family member, friend—people see the same person differently depending on the role and perspective.”
Gu Jinmian tilted his head, looking at the smile on Yin Moshu’s lips. Finally, he realized that Yin Moshu was intentionally teasing him.
Annoyed and embarrassed, he directly hammered a fist onto Yin Moshu’s shoulder. “What identity? Don’t you have any shame?”
“What identity? Boyfriend?” Yin Moshu asked knowingly.
Gu Jinmian’s fist stiffened.
“From a boyfriend’s perspective, it’s a treasure,” he said.
Gu Jinmian fell silent.
Not only did his fist lose strength, but his arm also became limp as Yin Moshu easily moved away and turned around.
Gu Jinmian avoided eye contact, his ears turning slightly red.
Yin Moshu chuckled, kissed the tip of his nose, and said, “Sleep.”
During the sleep, Yin Moshu held Gu Jinmian in his arms. He pinched the back of Gu Jinmian’s neck and his hand landed on Gu Jinmian’s spine, pulling him closer.
Gu Jinmian was slender, with a few abdominal muscles trained on the front, and his spine protruding slightly beneath the thin skin on the back.
Yin Moshu caressed his spine, neither too firm nor too light, just right.
Gu Jinmian blinked, enveloped in a warmth and reassurance he had never experienced before.
Perhaps due to frequent flying, Gu Jinmian always felt like his dreams were swaying when he slept on the plane. However, this night, he slept unusually soundly.
He had a dream, a dream that took him back to the year he least wanted to remember.
In that year, he didn’t understand the concept of his mother’s death. His affectionate father took him back to their old house, drinking and crying daily in front of his mother’s memorial tablet.
In an extremely unfamiliar environment, he went to school alone, hungry and mocked, pushing through with clenched fists and an expressionless face.
Tired, hungry, and in pain, he staggered back.
He looked at Yin Moshu and quietly said, “I can’t walk anymore.”
Yin Moshu then lifted him onto his back. With broad shoulders and long, sturdy legs, Yin Moshu walked steadily.
Carrying him back home.
The final gathering of guests for the “Four Seasons For You” was actually just the recording of the guests coming together for the last time.
Ji Nan and Hang Yuanting had left the show. The director and guests looked visibly relieved, occasionally flashing smiles.
Of course, it might also be related to his overseas trip.
The recording of the suspension bridge activity was done abroad. It seemed like the directorial team was going big; domestic settings weren’t enough for them.
Apart from the pairs of guests, Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an would also join during the group recording.
Du Bai’an had finished filming his TV series, so his schedule was relatively free. Bai Xinyu was in the final stages of his work and had sweet-talked the director to get time off to attend.
It had been a while since they last met, and Bai Xinyu was so excited that, upon seeing Gu Jinmian at the airport VIP lounge, he wanted to rush up for a bear hug.
“Home, I’ve missed you so much!”
Then was blocked by Yin Moshu’s outstretched leg.
Bai Xinyu: “…”
He didn’t dare say a word and sat down next to the smiling Du Bai’an.
“An, long time no see. You’ve become even more handsome.”
Du Bai’an: “…”
Du Bai’an didn’t respond, but Bai Xinyu really enjoyed talking to Du Bai’an. After observing Yin Moshu and Gu Jinmian for a while, Bai Xinyu spoke to Du Bai’an.
“Do you feel they’re a bit different now?”
“He wasn’t like this before. Why does he have a hint of vinegar smell now?”
Gu Jinmian, with his sharp ears, immediately turned to look at him.
“No, no,” Bai Xinyu chuckled nervously under his fierce gaze. “I meant, last time I thought you two were arguing, I didn’t expect your relationship to be so good now.”
Gu Jinmian’s mouth curled up, a bit smug, like a child showing off. “He scolded ‘Stupid He Bujin’ countless times.”
“Really?!”
Bai Xinyu looked as if he had just heard something incredibly amazing and terrifying, his face filled with astonishment.
Even Du Bai’an glanced over in surprise.
Though he couldn’t quite explain why, Bai Xinyu felt this was something incredible.
He really wanted to give Gu Jinmian a thumbs up.
His surprise pleased Gu Jinmian, and Gu Jinmian, feeling happy and triumphant, waved his hand with a curved smile. “It’s nothing.”
“So, it’s a consensus that He Bujin is stupid?” Bai Xinyu said.
Yin Moshu: “…”
As Gu Jinmian said “Yes,” Yin Moshu lifted his head from his phone and looked at Bai Xinyu.
The smile wasn’t as friendly as when he looked at Gu Jinmian.
Bai Xinyu took a step back directly, and even Du Bai’an felt like shouting at him to keep his mouth shut.
Gu Jinmian, on the other hand, was quite happy, enthusiastically and nostalgically telling him about what happened during the time they weren’t together. Especially about Yuan Manli and Hang Yuanting.
Both of them sighed in sympathy. Bai Xinyu remarked, “Feelings are simple; it’s people who are complicated.”
“That’s not accurate,” Gu Jinmian shook his head, glanced at Yin Moshu, and said, “The characters in the story He Bujin wrote are not simple; they’re dark and complex.”
Yin Moshu: “…”
Bai Xinyu: “…”
They really took the dream seriously.
Yin Moshu lifted his head again, smiling ambiguously at Gu Jinmian.
After finding fault with the scumbag dad again, Gu Jinmian felt a bit guilty in his heart, but still looked over with great momentum on his face.
Yin Moshu once again chuckled angrily, withdrew his gaze, tapped on his phone, and sent a message to Gu Jinmian, “Don’t go too far.”
Gu Jinmian wouldn’t.
After boarding the plane, people were seated quite closely. In the first-class cabin, Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an sat on one side, while Gu Jinmian and Yin Moshu sat on the other.
The flight lasted for over ten hours, with a layover. Many passengers prepared to catch up on sleep during the flight. Bai Xinyu and Du Bai’an, who had been filming intensively in the past few days, fell asleep quickly.
Gu Jinmian had slept well the night before and wasn’t very tired. Yin Moshu, seeing that he didn’t show any intention of sleeping, began to settle scores with him. “I scolded He Bujin endlessly, and also let you slander casually. Don’t you have any response?”
Gu Jinmian thought he hadn’t insulted He Bujin enough. The world he portrayed in his writing wasn’t simple, but Yin Moshu scolding him endlessly did bring him great joy. After thinking for a moment, he pursed his lips. “Then, give you a kiss?”
Yin Moshu was slightly stunned, listening to the faint buzz on the plane, staring at Gu Jinmian’s beautiful eyes that flickered with nervousness, and his Adam’s apple moved subtly.
This was the first time Gu Jinmian had taken the initiative to kiss Yin Moshu. He clenched the armrest a little closer, and his palms were sweating.
Yin Moshu sat motionless, and Gu Jinmian leaned heavily in order to kiss him. Under the bright sunlight shining through the small window, his eyes were as deep as the sea.
Gu Jinmian first felt his breath, then lifted his eyes to glance at him and gently kissed his lips.
Boldly, he licked them for a moment.
Then things escalated quickly.
Bai Xinyu, who turned around, was startled when he opened his eyes. He thought he was dreaming. After all, he often dreamed of Gu Jinmian and Yin Moshu getting married, but this dream was too hot.
He quickly turned to look at Du Bai’an. Du Bai’an was usually the one who could calm him down, but staring at Du Bai’an’s peacefully sleeping face, his little heart showed no signs of calming down.
Bai Xinyu: “…”
He didn’t get off the plane until the next morning. Gu Jinmian smacked his lips, thankfully wearing a mask.
Among the people who came to pick him up, besides the program team, there were two handsome guys.
They averaged 185 cm in height, standing there like models. Their posture, even if casual, couldn’t conceal their imposing presence.
Upon seeing Gu Jinmian, one of them, who looked a bit pale and had a nonchalant expression, walked straight over. He reached out and directly removed Gu Jinmian’s mask.
His lips were bright red, looking swollen.
“……”
Yin Moshu took out another mask and handed it to him, calling out to the newcomer, “Elder brother.”
Gu Jinmian, who was about to scold someone: “…..”
Yin Moshu looked at the other person with an inscrutable expression, “Jiang Xulin?”
Gu Jinmian, who was still smiling: “…..?!”
