Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 22
Chapter 22 Level 3 Actor
2024-10-13 07:13 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
Fan Xiao has been very irritable lately.
A person who loves darkness has come to hate the arrival of twilight.
He actually turned on the light; the crystal chandelier, which rarely used its cold light, shone brightly today, blocking out the night.
The matchbox flipped rapidly between his fingers as Fan Xiao sat on the sofa, his face grim as if facing a formidable enemy.
He sent Shi Lihua a message, inviting him to go out and have some fun that night, but when the time came, he hung up on him, standing Shi Lihua up.
The matchbox suddenly stopped spinning. He held it in his palm, gave a wry smile, and took out a cigarette, which he then put into his mouth.
As a crimson spark ignited, the crystal chandelier dimmed, and the rectangular light source of the computer lit up again, just like every night. Fan Xiao dragged the progress bar of the dashcam, directly to the scene of You Shulang’s restrained yet vivid expression under Yu Wang’s control.
He couldn’t resist and unzipped his pants.
His long fingers, resting on the back of the sofa, held a cigarette, the ash piling up before falling to the ground with a spasm, covering the white carpet with a gray-black stain. Sometimes the cigarette would be held in his mouth, at which point the man’s deep, throbbing voice would disappear for a moment, leaving only You Shulang’s suppressed moans and the sounds of his movements, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sliding up and down, in the empty room.
Fan Xiao stubbed out his cigarette, letting the last puff of smoke travel deep into his lungs before exhaling. The man in the video was nearing the end, and Fan Xiao remembered every detail of the process: at 18 minutes and 24 seconds, You Shulang would raise his chin high, revealing his long, delicate neck.
I really want to bite it.
Her sliding Adam’s apple, the fine sweat on her skin, the color of her lips in the dim light—like a datura flower slowly blooming in the flames of karma, eerie and alluring yet exceptionally beautiful, creating illusions and leading people astray.
I really want to bite it!
A surge of resentment rose within his unsatisfied body. Fan Xiao slammed his laptop shut and violently banished the alluring You Shulang.
The room went dark again, and Fan Xiao couldn’t zip up his pants. He hadn’t released his pent-up emotions, so he became increasingly agitated.
He started rummaging through the matchbox again. Anyone who knew Fan Xiao knew that you should never provoke him at this moment, or you would suffer the consequences.
As luck would have it, the phone rang.
Fan Xiao stared at the name on the phone in the darkness, his somber face like that of a vengeful ghost standing on the edge of an abyss.
I answered the call just before the last note faded. His voice was pleasant and gentle: “Zhenzhen, what’s up so late?”
“You want to meet me? Sure, I’d love to. Where are you? I’m coming right now.”
“Okay, wait for me, see you in a bit.”
Fan Xiao smiled after hanging up the phone.
The bar’s lights flickered, reflecting a decadent and intoxicating atmosphere. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol and nicotine, and the long-suppressed desire for revelry gradually awakened in people’s bodies, finally being released.
When Fan Xiao arrived, Lu Zhen was already somewhat “drunk”.
To Fan Xiao, her seemingly bewildered yet privately clear gaze was nothing but dullness and uninteresting.
He knew what Lu Zhen wanted to do; he had been testing him all this time.
Because he was neither close nor distant and had never expressed his love in person, he could only test the waters in various ways, such as by pretending to be drunk.
When Lu Zhen nestled into Fan Xiao’s arms, he didn’t flinch; he even gave her a hug.
Unlike You Shulang, it feels softer and thinner. Its body shape and muscles are not as strong and smooth as You Shulang’s, and the feel is just average.
Fan Xiao tilted his head slightly and smelled the scent in Lu Zhen’s hair. It was different from the scent on You Shulang’s hair, and he was somewhat satisfied.
His actions were somewhat ambiguous, and Lu Zhen’s face flushed.
“What’s wrong? Are you drunk?” Fan Xiao asked, sounding a little worried. “Do you want me to take you home?”
Lu Zhen’s long eyelashes fluttered incessantly, and she gave a pitiful “hmm”: “My head is throbbing badly, so I’ll have to trouble Mr. Fan to take me.”
“No trouble at all, I’m happy to help. Please wait a moment while I go to the restroom. I’ll be back in a bit and we’ll leave.”
Lu Zhen nodded, and, “unable to hold his liquor,” struggled out of Fan Xiao’s arms.
The man’s embrace was warm, and Lu Zhen lingered there. His shoulders were broad and thick, even more comfortable than when he leaned against You Shulang.
!!
Lu Zhen was suddenly shaken. His fingers twisted tightly around his pants, and an indescribable sadness slowly washed over his heart like a tide.
Why did he think of You Shulang? He blamed himself.
She had made up her mind many times to break up with You Shulang.
Before Fan Xiao appeared, You Shulang was a gift from heaven. He was mature, reserved, gentle and considerate. Although he was gay, he hardly interacted with anyone in the industry. His private life was as clean as a blank sheet of paper. He was neither promiscuous nor fickle. Apart from his somewhat patriarchal manner, there were almost no flaws to be found.
You Shulang was the first man Lu Zhen thought of forever. He once cried in the warm embrace of their bed, begging You Shulang to marry him. He still remembered that the man smiled gently, patted his shoulder as if coaxing a child, and said, “Okay, as long as you like it, I’ll marry you. How about we go abroad someday and get a marriage certificate?”
Lu Zhen slowly tightened his grip on the wine glass and took a sip. His phone still had records of the flight ticket search, but all he could think about now was how to break up with You Shulang.
When someone actively wants to leave another person, they will repeatedly look for their flaws. Lu Zhen also thought about it seriously for a long time, but couldn’t find even one decent one.
If one had to choose one, there would only be one: You Shulang is too difficult to understand.
Lu Zhen felt as if there was a layer of misty sand between him and You Shulang. He hugged him, kissed him, and even slept with him, but he still couldn’t see or understand him.
You Shulang was always agreeing to Lu Zhen’s suggestions, ideas, and wishes; he was always accepting everything Lu Zhen brought him, even if some things made him feel troubled or unhappy, he would still find a way to bear them all.
In front of Lu Zhen, he rarely revealed his wishes or expressed his opinions, which made Lu Zhen feel conflicted. On the one hand, he enjoyed the satisfaction brought by his lover’s unconditional support, and on the other hand, he felt extremely frustrated by his inability to deeply understand his lover.
Especially after their passion subsides, the feeling of frustration intensifies. The satisfaction in the man’s eyes fades quickly, replaced by emptiness and desolation. There are emotions in his eyes that Lu Zhen cannot decipher. Whether in the past, present, or future, Lu Zhen feels that he cannot break into or enter You Shulang’s world.
Later, he met Fan Xiao.
Lu Zhen took a big gulp of wine, and the sorrowful feeling slowly disappeared, a smile appearing on his lips.
It could be said that Fan Xiao was the perfect lover. He was handsome, rich, and also possessed You Shulang’s gentleness and thoughtfulness.
Most importantly, although Fan Xiao is also mature and charming, he is more eloquent than You Shulang, sharing anecdotes from his childhood, the neighbor’s husky, the towering breadfruit tree, and workplace gossip.
Fan Xiao likes everything he likes and dislikes everything he hates, whether it’s objects or people; they all share common judgments and viewpoints.
“I will not allow anyone to bully Zhenzhen. Anyone who hurts or upsets you is my enemy.”
He’s said many touching words of love, but he’s never said he likes her.
Even when the crown was placed on his head, Lu Zhen didn’t hear Fan Xiao’s “natural” confession.
He slowly finished his glass of wine, and when he put it down on the table, he felt a little dizzy. It was as if a fire had been ignited in his body, burning from his private parts, making him both excited and uncomfortable.
It seems… I’m really drunk.
A pair of eyes, hidden in the dim light, coldly took in everything.
The cigarette ash slowly fell, and a faint voice rang out: “This time it’s your turn. I can’t just have one third-rate actor.”
