GSY Chapter63

Cen Yelan had killed people, and he couldn’t help but vomit as he smelled the strong smell of blood. He didn’t eat anything at night, and just drank a glass of wine, then he got angry and fought with others, and now the child in his stomach started to make noises.

 

Cen Yelan subconsciously wanted to touch his lower abdomen but stopped abruptly and cast his gaze towards Yuan Zheng. Yuan Zheng had already woken up, with disheveled hair and a wet body. He stared at him blankly like a drowned dog.

 

When their eyes met, Cen Yelan felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. He could hardly regard the person in front of him as the same person as the arrogant Yuan Zheng in his impression. Suddenly, Yuan Zheng walked towards Cen Yelan. His heart skipped a beat, and he froze. He didn’t move, just watching Yuan Zheng stretch out his hand to him.

 

The next moment, Yuan Zheng poked the mask on his face with his finger. The mask was a doll mask prepared in Yandu during the New Year. It was often worn when playing in the streets in the coming year. It had a white face and red cheeks and looked both funny and ridiculous.

 

Yuan Zheng clapped his hands and laughed, “Doll, New Year doll!”

 

Cen Yelan was stunned, his heart suddenly sank, and he felt a little lost. He slapped Yuan Zheng’s hand hard, and Yuan Zheng felt pain and immediately retracted his hand.

 

Cen Yelan slowly stood up, looked into Yuan Zheng’s eyes, and said softly, “Yuan Zheng, are you really crazy?”

 

Yuan Zheng looked at him in confusion, a little angry but also helpless, he murmured, “You can’t hit people, Sister said, you can’t fight with people, you can’t fight.” Yuan Zheng’s face was still injured, with fine scratches on his cheekbones. He was thinner, and his eyes were sharper, but his expression made him look a little dull. Cen Yelan stared at him for a while, then suddenly struck him in the face with his palm. Yuan Zheng seemed to be slow to react. Normally, he would have avoided it, but now he just stared at him with wide eyes until the white palm stopped at the tip of his nose, and he slowly blinked.

 

At that moment, neither of them moved.

 

Cen Yelan suddenly felt an inexplicable anger and a kind of sadness that he couldn’t explain. He wanted to withdraw his hand, but his palm tightened, Yuan Zheng grabbed his hand.

 

That fool came closer, put his face against his mask, and said with a grin, “This is really fun.”

 

Cen Yelan remained silent and tried to withdraw his hand, but Yuan Zheng was strong and held it tightly, just like when they were in the northern border. He looked at Yuan Zheng, sighed softly, took Yuan Zheng’s hand, and walked into the inner room. Yuan Zheng’s eyes fell on the clasped hands, and he didn’t struggle but followed Cen Yelan obediently.

 

The room was dark, and there was no light. He could vaguely see that the bed was messy. It was obvious that Yuan Zheng was caught by those people when he was sleeping.

 

Cen Yelan lit the candle, and when he turned around, he saw Yuan Zheng following behind him. He took a step, and Yuan Zheng also took a step and stretched out his hand to playfully touch his long black hair, looking both stupid and silly.

 

Cen Yelan looked at him and said, “Yuan Zheng, you are such an annoying person.”

 

His tone was cold, but Yuan Zheng was oblivious to it. He only focused on the mask on his face and even reached out to touch his masked face. Cen Yelan stopped his hand and said, “Take off your clothes.”

 

Yuan Zheng looked at his white and thin fingers, pursed his lips, and cried out in grievance. Cen Yelan let go of his hand, pointed at the clean clothes he had thrown on the bed, and repeated, “Take off your clothes.”

 

Yuan Zheng groaned, “Sister said we can’t casually take off our clothes.”

 

Cen Yelan calmly said, “Are you going to take it off or not?”

 

Yuan Zheng glanced at him. Cen Yelan’s pupils were dark. He actually walked slowly to the bedside and began to clumsily pull his belt and rip his clothes. His clothes fell to the ground one by one, revealing his naked chest.

 

Cen Yelan stared at the old and new scars on his body for a while. The two of them had been naked before. Yuan Zheng had always lived a life of luxury and had few horrifying scars on his body, but now he had several more. He watched in silence, and when he saw Yuan Zheng grabbing the waistband of his undergarment and about to take it off, he subconsciously turned his head and said, “Change into the clean clothes on the bed.”

 

After hearing a rustling sound behind him, Cen Yelan turned around and saw Yuan Zheng was already tying the lapels of his shirt. He lowered his head and was fiddling with the white silk laces, his brows furrowed, looking a little impatient.

 

After a while, Cen Yelan took over and tied the laces neatly.

 

Yuan Zheng looked at him without blinking. Cen Yelan raised his eyes, and their gazes met. Before he could see anything, Yuan Zheng reached out and took off his mask, putting it on his own face, shaking his head, as if he was very curious.

 

Cen Yelan looked at him quietly, remaining silent. Yuan Zheng’s funny face came over and said, “Why don’t you speak?”

 

Cen Yelan said with a dull look, “What to say?”

 

Yuan Zheng blinked and said, “Gege, are you unhappy?”

 

“…What did you call me?” Cen Yelan opened his eyes wide and stared at Yuan Zheng. Yuan Zheng was wearing a mask, so only his eyes could be seen. He tilted his head and said, “Gege, isn’t that right?”

 

“Sister said that Third Brother is called gege because he’s older than Ah Zheng, so aren’t you too?”

 

Cen Yelan was silent for a moment, then said, “Don’t trust your third brother.”

 

Yuan Zheng exclaimed in surprise and whispered in Cen Yelan’s ear, “Sister said so too, saying that I can’t be too close to Third Brother.”

 

Cen Yelan’s eyes darkened, and he asked, “What else did she say?”

 

Yuan Zheng said without hesitation, “Sister said that Third Brother is deep… unfathomable, and I should be careful of him.” He tried to recall and said mysteriously, “Sister said that there are a lot of bad people here.”

 

Cen Yelan looked at him and said softly, “Your sister is right.”

 

Yuan Zheng crossed his legs, held his cheeks, looked at Cen Yelan, and said, “Gege, are you sick?”

 

Cen Yelan: “En?”

 

Yuan Zheng touched his cheek with his finger and said, “Gege doesn’t look good and even vomited…”

 

Cen Yelan paused, a little unnaturally, and said lightly, “It’s no problem.”

 

Yuan Zheng suddenly muttered, “Third Brother wants Ah Zheng to get treatment. Those people are also bad people. They stabbed me with needles. If Gege is sick, don’t go to them.”

 

Cen Yelan seemed to be thinking about something, but Yuan Zheng had already laid down, playing with the mask on his face. He looked at Yuan Zheng for a while and said, “I’m leaving.”

 

Yuan Zheng looked at Cen Yelan and said, “Gege, will you come again?”

 

Cen Yelan’s eyes fell on his face, and he said, “Yuan Zheng, are you really crazy?”

 

Yuan Zheng looked at Cen Yelan through the mask. Cen Yelan looked at him for a moment and said, “Forget it, if you are crazy, then be it.”

 

“Remember, tell your sister that someone wants to borrow a knife to kill people tomorrow.”