Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 42
Chapter 42 Taking You to Find a Man
2024-10-13 07:19 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
The forum lasted for two more days, culminating in a group photo under the vibrant bougainvillea trees. People from all over the country said goodbye in their various dialects, bringing this industry event to a close.
“You Shulang,” Fan Xiao called out.
The tall, slender man turned around and looked over from in front of the fiery red bouquet.
It’s unclear who pulled whose colors, but the sunset and the flower branches were dazzlingly beautiful, making even You Shulang’s soft “Hmm?” sound fragrant and colorful.
A flash of light captured his image on Fan Xiao’s phone.
It’s very beautiful. It makes Fan Xiao unsure whether to look at the person on his phone or the person who’s already in front of him.
“What the hell are you up to?” You Shulang asked.
Fan Xiao brushed away the petals that had fallen on You Shulang’s shoulder, ignoring the momentary stiffness in his body: “We should take a group photo when we attend the forum, so we can report back later.”
Pulling You Shulang around the corner, shutting out the clamor of the crowd, Fan Xiao raised his phone in front of the fiery red bougainvillea.
“Where are Engineer Zhang and Engineer Liu? Let’s go together.”
“I gave them the day off. They’ll have a rest day tomorrow and explore S City properly. We’ll head back the day after tomorrow.”
The camera framed the two of them, and You Shulang turned his face slightly away: “I don’t really like taking pictures.”
Fan Xiao’s smile suddenly turned cold; the photo of You Shulang and Lu Zhen seemed to stab him from afar.
“Don’t like it? Then don’t take the picture.” Fan Xiao put away his phone, tossed a cigarette into his mouth, ignored the no-smoking sign not far away, lit a match, took a deep drag, and exhaled a dark red glow.
“What does Director You like?” A puff of white smoke slowly escaped his lips. “Men?”
Fan Xiao chuckled, then raised his voice: “How about I take Director You to find a man tonight?”
You Shulang paused, then slowly met Fan Xiao’s gaze. The swaying flower branches beside his face did not soften the sharpness in his eyes.
“Okay, I’m looking forward to it.” The indifferent voice vanished in the midst of the dazzling prosperity.
“Lanyu” is a well-known gay bar in S City.
At 10 p.m., the neon lights decorating the doorways exude an aura of desire.
Instead of booking a private room, Fan Xiao and You Shulang sat at a booth. Fan Xiao was wearing a black casual suit, the logo on his chest indicating its hefty price tag; You Shulang was still wearing a loose white shirt, but he had rolled up the cuffs and loosened two buttons below his throat.
The changing lights, the ambiguous atmosphere, the frenetic music, and the vibrating bass notes all seemed to be pounding on my heart.
Fan Xiao and You Shulang’s appearances were so striking that even sitting in the corner, they attracted a lot of attention, both overt and covert.
Fan Xiao’s eyelids were half-closed, and he leaned against the sofa as if he had no bones, but his posture was not loose, exuding a lazy air.
He kept glancing at You Shulang beside him. The man had a cigarette between his left fingers and a wine glass hooked in his right. He was a heavy smoker and drinker, and his cold demeanor was tinged with a decadent air. Occasionally, he would glance over, his eyes shimmering in the shifting light, enough to make one’s heart stop.
“Weren’t you supposed to find me a man? Where is he?”
The light, fleeting words scattered throughout the noisy bar, diluted by the music, like swallows carrying mud in spring, gently passing by and disappearing without a trace.
Fan Xiao’s smile faltered for a moment, a soft click of his tongue escaped his lips, and he looked into the distance, raising his chin slightly: “Here we are.”
A young man arrived carrying a bottle of wine, followed by a chorus of cheering and jeers. Without any hesitation, he approached and, using his finger to connect Fan Xiao and You Shulang in mid-air, asked, “You two, are you a couple?”
Fan Xiao raised an eyebrow, smiling without saying a word. You Shulang exhaled a puff of smoke, denying it calmly: “No.”
The young man’s smile deepened, and he asked confidently, “May I sit down and have a drink with you?”
Fan Xiao’s eyes swept over the young man and came to a conclusion: this person was about 50% similar to Lu Zhen in terms of physique and temperament.
He straightened his crossed legs and reverted to his usual polite and modest self: “What do you think, Director You?”
You Shulang didn’t reply to him, but just glanced at the sofa.
The young man understood. He hesitated between the two handsome men for a moment, and finally smiled and sat down next to You Shulang, keeping a distance that was not exactly innocent.
Fan Xiao could hear the sound of his own teeth grinding, but his face maintained the composure of a mature man. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the young man suggested playing dice. The rules were simple: guess high or low, and the loser had to drink.
After several rounds of playing, the players had their wins and losses. Fan Xiao and You Shulang both had a high alcohol tolerance, while only the younger players looked slightly tipsy.
That’s fake, absolutely fucking fake.
The Golden Horse Award-winning actor couldn’t stand the poor performance.
Sure enough, the young man’s fingers gently hooked around You Shulang’s clothes: “I can’t drink anymore, Mr. You, would you like to help me?”
Fan Xiao leaned back on the sofa, a cigarette between his teeth, and draped a long arm over the back of the sofa. The match he was flipping between his fingers made an annoying crackling sound.
He glanced at You Shulang and saw that he did not show any aversion to the harassment from the young man. In fact, a helpless smile appeared on his lips. He slowly traced a circle along the rim of the glass with his slender fingers, then picked up the glass and swallowed it all.
The swishing sound suddenly stopped, and Fan Xiao squeezed out a “Damn it” through his teeth.
He lit a cigarette, held it in his mouth, bowed forward, and smiled brightly: “Director You is so chivalrous, so from now on, young man, you’ll be drinking all the wine?”
You Shulang looked at him, their gazes clashing, one coldness meeting the other.
“That’s fine too.” You Shulang nodded. “They’re young, so we should take care of them.”
“He is indeed young, even younger than the boy in the photo with Director You.”
You Shulang paused for a moment, then poured wine into his empty glass before replying calmly, “Let’s begin. I can’t wait to drink for someone else.”
Fan Xiao’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the dice cup. He imagined a hundred different ways to brutally rape You Shulang before he could barely suppress his anger.
Fan Xiao was skilled at playing dice, and You Shulang had indeed drunk a lot.
He raised his glass to drink again, but the young man next to him stopped him, saying, “I’ll drink this one.”
The young man downed his drink in one gulp and wiped his lips with a rather satisfying air. As he put down his glass, he leaned close to You Shulang’s ear and whispered, “I know a nice themed hotel where you can play e-sports and watch movies on a giant screen. Mr. You, are you interested?”
You Shulang lowered his eyes to look at the cigarette between his fingers, and after a long while, he asked with a smile, “Can I fuck you?”
The young man felt a tingling sensation run through him, from his heels all the way to his fingertips. He nodded slightly, blushing, and said, “I guarantee you’ll be satisfied.”
As soon as he finished speaking, You Shulang grabbed his wrist and pulled him up. You Shulang’s light gaze fell on Fan Xiao: “President Fan, I’ll be going now. I won’t be going back to the base tonight. You should go somewhere else. The bar next door is nice; I heard it’s full of beautiful women.”
Fan Xiao crossed his legs, looked up and smiled back. His deep smile was faintly visible in the billowing white mist, making it look a little eerie: “No need for Director You to trouble yourself. Have fun.”
The toes of his shoes deflected, making way. You Shulang pulled the person past calmly, leaving only a slight nod.
The strong liquor was intoxicating. Fan Xiao poured himself a full glass, and a voluptuous man pressed himself against him.
“Hey bro, can you buy me a drink?”
With a flutter of his long eyelashes, Fan Xiao spoke in a fierce and stern voice.
“roll!”
