Four-Faced Buddha [To My Shore] - Chap 65
Chapter 65 The Truth Revealed
2024-10-13 07:27 Category: Four-Faced BuddhaTurn off the lights
The city’s most famous bars are never short of sweet and charming girls who are only after your money.
A hot hostess rolled her eyes and complained sarcastically to her companion, “Is Bai Tao desperate for money? Isn’t she supposed to be all innocent and pure? Why is she dressed like this today? Look at her makeup, her eyelashes are almost brushing against me.”
His companion scoffed, “Trying to hook up with Young Master Bai, huh? Everyone in the industry knows that Young Master Bai likes women with big breasts and big butts, and he’s very open-minded.”
The woman who spoke first puffed out her ample bosom and said disdainfully, “Her assets aren’t even worth a look.”
“Is it enough to be captivated by Young Master Bai? Look at that.”
Following the women’s gaze, in a corner of the private room, a woman who used to dress innocently was now wearing a sexy low-cut dress, nestled in the arms of Bai Pengyu, who had slicked-back hair and a powdered face.
Bai Pengyu was already drunk, and he put his arm around the woman and started touching her roughly: “I’ve never seen you before, are you new here?”
The woman pouted and said, “What do you mean, ‘newcomer’? Third Young Master just doesn’t see me! Oh dear, I feel so wronged.”
Her delicate, pitiful expression melted Bai Pengyu’s heart. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and coaxed, “How can our Tao Tao stop feeling wronged? How about I buy you a bag?”
The woman rolled her watery eyes, looking at Bai Pengyu with doe-like eyes: “How could I bear to let my brother spend money? I’ll punish him with three cups of wine instead.”
Hearing this, Bai Pengyu became even more delusional. Every woman in the nightclub saw him as a sucker, and this was the first time he had ever seen someone refuse money offered to him.
“Alright, alright, let’s drink! I’ll punish myself with three drinks. I’ll definitely keep Tao Tao company and have a great time today.”
As Bai Pengyu reached for his wine glass, he grabbed at the woman’s soft flesh. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was looking, the woman secretly rolled her eyes and silently cursed, “Idiot.”
Bai Pengyu’s body had long been ravaged by wine and women, and he quickly became drunk. He left a trail of saliva on the woman’s neck, then gradually moved his kisses upwards.
Just as her lips were about to touch the man’s, the woman closed her eyes in disgust, but someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her away from him.
The drunken Bai Yupeng was already driven mad by lust, and he wouldn’t let someone intercept him halfway. He opened his drunken eyes, tried to lift his limp eyelids, and cursed, “Who the hell are you? Don’t you have any sense?!”
After cursing, he narrowed his eyes and felt that the man standing in front of him against the light looked somewhat familiar.
“Who are you? Who was it again?”
The private room was noisy and bustling, and no one paid attention to this corner. The man, standing against the light, slowly lowered his body, as if wanting Bai Pengyu to see him more clearly.
“Third Young Master, it’s me. Didn’t you kiss me like this before?”
Bai Pengyu suddenly jolted awake! He remembered who the man in front of him was. Seven or eight months ago, he and Shi Lihua had drugged this man named You Shulang and sent him to Fan Xiao’s bed!
However, just a few days later, this man found him, accompanied by Fan Xiao. And that bastard Fan Xiao not only pinned the blame on him but also beat him up; even now, thinking about it makes his body ache all over!
“Third Young Master, you and him…” The woman’s embarrassment and slight disdain added fuel to the fire, “I’ve never heard that you’re bisexual?”
“I’m not fucking a damn one!” Bai Pengyu had been holding back this pent-up anger for months, and now, fueled by alcohol, he let it all out! He didn’t care about Shi Lihua’s feelings, nor did he remember Fan Xiao’s threat. He suddenly stood up and shoved You Shulang, “Don’t try to scam me. I didn’t even lay a finger on you.”
The commotion in this corner attracted a lot of attention, and some people even raised their voices to ask Bai Yupeng if he needed any help.
“No need, you disgusting bastard.” Bai Yupeng spat, swaying as he pointed to the door. “Get the hell out of here. Don’t disturb your third grandfather’s fun.”
You Shulang rolled his eyes, his gaze sharp, but he smiled and said, “Third Young Master, you are truly heartless. I was just thinking about whether we could relive our old dreams.”
He placed his hand on Bai Pengyu’s shoulder and pointedly pinched the muscles on his shoulder twice.
Bai Pengyu already disliked gay men, and the beating he suffered last time had left him with deep psychological trauma. Now, with You Shulang leaning on and touching him, he suddenly felt goosebumps rise all over his body.
He abruptly shook off the arm, the alcohol surging within him, and roared furiously, “Stop disgusting me, I don’t like that kind of thing!” He grinned, “The one who ruined you back then was that hypocritical Fan Xiao, if you want to relive that old dream, go find him! No, you got addicted to being molested? You’ve really gone mad!”
“By the way, you used to think he was a good guy, right?” Bai Pengyu hiccuped. “I even felt sorry for you!”
Amidst the clamor and noise, You Shulang stood ramrod straight, as if in a decadent, absurd, and glamorous place of depravity, a weathered old blade had been inserted, unable to cleave through the chaos, nor cleanse the turbid world, and even unable to protect itself.
“Come with me.” He pulled the woman’s wrist again.
Bai Pengyu, who was lying on the woman’s chest again, was about to lose his temper, but was calmed down by the woman.
She gently patted the back of You Shulang’s hand, her face, hidden behind heavy makeup, showing a forlorn smile: “It’s alright, you go first, I’m used to it, it’s really nothing, there’s still money to be made.”
The man, overcome by lust, had already half-reclined and pinned her down, continuing to bury himself in her soft flesh, oblivious to everything else.
You Shulang looked down at her for a long time, then said softly, “Thank you.”
He turned and left. He left behind these wildly dancing demons and monsters, and also those souls dragged into the abyss by those evil claws…
Lu Zhen didn’t expect You Shulang to ask him out again.
He arrived at the coffee shop next to his apartment complex and saw the man sitting by the window through the glass.
You Shulang had lost a lot of weight, and his complexion was rather poor. He never smoked in public, but now he had an unlit cigarette between his fingers, and he looked somewhat irritable.
Lu Zhen opened the door of the coffee shop and walked in. When he reached You Shulang’s side, the man finally came to his senses and pointed to the chair opposite him with the unlit cigarette.
“Please sit down.”
As always, You Shulang was considerate, ordering Lu Zhen’s usual hot drink. After Lu Zhen warmed up, he asked, “Did you bring what I asked you to bring?”
Lu Zhen nodded and placed the bag he was carrying on the table.
“When I was angry, I tore the painting to pieces, threw it on the balcony, and then never looked at it again. You said you wanted to see it, so I brought the pieces here.”
You Shulang placed the unlit cigarette on the table, opened the bag, and took out the fragments of drawing paper.
He didn’t look closely, but rummaged through the fragments, finally fixing his gaze on the corner of a piece of paper.
It was a string of Sanskrit characters, but three English letters were mixed in.
YSL stands for the initials of Yu Shulang’s name in English.
After a moment’s thought, You Shulang opened the phone’s translator, took a picture of the Sanskrit text and uploaded it. The circle on the screen spun for a few seconds before being converted into Chinese.
—YSL, what Bodhisattva doesn’t commit sins? If not, then pull them down.
These past few days, Fan Xiao has been drowning his sorrows in alcohol every night. He doesn’t seem to be suffering from heartbreak; a smile still graces his face, though he speaks little, but drinks a lot. Even matches have gone bad, and Shi Lihua often finds entire boxes of corpses in the trash can.
They partied all night, not until the early hours of the morning. A few people emerged from the brightly lit bar and headed towards the parking lot.
Fan Xiao didn’t like to bring an assistant in private, but Shi Lihua always did. He put his arm around Fan Xiao’s shoulder and said with a grin, “It’s been so hard to get you to hang out these days. Ever since you dumped that guy surnamed You, you’ve been able to get him to come every day. I think you should have dumped him sooner.”
Shi Lihua noticed the muscles under his hand stiffen for a moment. He patted Fan Xiao’s shoulder twice, puzzled, and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you cold? Get in the car and let my assistant drive you home.”
Fan Xiao gently pushed his arm away, his expression unreadable in the night: “I’ll call a designated driver myself, otherwise if the car is left here, I won’t be able to drive it tomorrow.”
He walked to his car and reached for the door handle when he suddenly heard a noise coming from the shadows in the corner.
With a snap, a bright blue flame burned a palm-sized hole in the darkness. Someone lit a cigarette in that beam of light, and the flame illuminated a jawline that was both sharp and familiar.
A dim figure gradually walked under the streetlamp. One hand held a cigarette, the other in his coat pocket, and he called out softly.
“Fan Xiao”.
