Ding Xiaofei’s parents knew Xie An’yu had returned and specially prepared a lavish spread, instructing Ding Xiaofei to make sure Xie An’yu brought his friends over for dinner.
When they arrived at Ding Xiaofei’s house, Zhou Yi found a spot to park the car. The house had a front yard with an ornate gate, and the dining table was set up in the yard, already laid out with bowls, chopsticks, and drinks. Hearing the car’s engine, Ding Xiaofei immediately ran out to open the door.
Seeing them carrying bags of fruit and gift boxes, Ding Xiaofei was surprised, “Why’d you bring all this stuff?”
Zhou Yi smiled. “It wouldn’t be proper to visit someone’s home empty-handed.”
“Ah, you really didn’t have to be so formal. I bet my parents will just make you take it all back later.”
“Xiaofei, are they here?” Ding Xiaofei’s father came out carrying a plate.
“They’re here, they’re here,” Ding Xiaofei waved them in. “Come on in!”
Xie An’yu had always been well-liked by Ding Xiaofei’s parents. He used to visit their house often as a kid, and their families had always been close. After Xie An’yu’s parents passed away, Ding Xiaofei’s parents had helped his family out a lot.
The house hadn’t been this lively in a long time, and the couple’s laughter never ceased.
Ding Xiaofei’s father turned to ask Ding Xiaofei. “Why hasn’t your cousin come over yet? Give her a call.”
“I just messaged her. She said she’s on her way.”
Ding Xiaonan was Ding Xiaofei’s paternal cousin. She lived on the island by herself. Her parents had taken her away from Shuangye Isle when she was a child. After working hard in another city for many years, they were now settled off-island.
However, Ding Xiaonan didn’t stay with them. She returned to the island two years ago and opened a guesthouse with a friend.
Five minutes later, Ding Xiaonan pushed open the yard gate and walked in, her voice full of laughter. “So many people! It’s so lively.”
Ding Xiaonan immediately spotted Xie An’yu. She walked over and patted his head. “It’s been a long time, Xiao Yu.”
Xie Anyu smiled. “Sister Nan.”
Ding Xiaonan had not grown up on the island. When she moved away, Xie An’yu hadn’t even been born yet. She had only returned two years ago, so she had actually known Xie An’yu for less than a year.
Ding Xiaonan looked at Yu Feng and the others, smiling and nodding. “Hello, everyone.” Her gaze lingered on Yu Feng’s face for two seconds. Yu Feng met her gaze, and she gave him a faint smile.
After dinner, as they were about to leave, Ding Xiaonan called out to Xie An’yu. Everyone else was already in the car, but Ding Xiaonan pulled Xie An’yu aside into the yard to talk.
From the moment she first saw him, Ding Xiaonan had been interested in Yu Feng. To put it bluntly, she was attracted to him.
“Xiao Yu, Sister Nan wants to ask you something.”
“What is it?”
Ding Xiaonan got straight to the point. “Is your friend with the glasses married? Does he have a partner?”
Xie An’yu was stunned. “…Which one did you say?”
“The one in the striped shirt.”
Ding Xiaofei, who was wiping the table nearby, caught on. “No way, cousin… you don’t mean you’re interested in him, do you?”
Ding Xiaonan admitted it openly. “I’m a little interested.”
“Holy crap! You only just had dinner with him, and you barely even spoke… Are you just interested because he’s handsome?”
“Who doesn’t care about looks when looking for a partner these days?” Ding Xiaonan continued to ask Xie An’yu. “Xiao Yu, is he single?”
Xie An’yu nodded.
“How old is he?”
“Twenty-nine.”
Ding Xiaonan was thirty-two this year, and Yu Feng was three years younger than her.
“Ever been married?”
“No.”
Ding Xiaonan didn’t ask anything else. She smiled and patted Xie An’yu’s shoulder. “Thanks. There’s a beach barbecue at Maple Moon Bay tomorrow night. Remember to bring your friends along.”
“Holy crap, a beach barbecue?” Ding Xiaofei got excited. “For real?”
“Of course it’s real. Sis is treating you to barbecue and all-you-can-drink.”
Ding Xiaofei gave her a sidelong glance. “Sis, you’re not organizing this beach barbecue just to see Xiao Dao’s friends, are you?”
Ding Xiaonan smacked his head. “Do you think your sister has such a small-minded agenda? I planned this days ago.”
Ding Xiaofei rubbed his head with a sheepish grin. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I’m the petty one.”
Ding Xiaofei glanced at Xie An’yu and noticed he seemed a bit distracted.
“Why don’t you skip going back to the guesthouse today?” Ding Xiaofei said to Xie An’yu. “Just stay at my place.”
Xie An’yu declined. “No, thanks.”
“Then I’ll walk you back. The guesthouse isn’t far anyway, and I can drop by the shop to pet the cats.”
“Mm.”
Ding Xiaofei turned to Ding Xiaonan. “Sis, are you heading back to the shop later?”
“Yeah.”
“Then can you give me a ride back later?”
“Sure.”
Xie An’yu and Ding Xiaofei got into the car. Once inside, Ding Xiaofei instinctively sized up Yu Feng, thinking to himself that he really was quite handsome. He then glanced at Xie An’yu, who had been radiating a low mood since earlier.
Having known Xie An’yu for so many years, Ding Xiaofei could easily tell when he was in a bad mood.
Xie An’yu had been acting strange all day, his emotions fluctuating wildly—completely unlike his usual self.
That evening, Shi Wuyang took over driving, and Zhou Yi sat next to Ding Xiaofei, smiling. “You’re staying with Xiao Xie at the guesthouse tonight?”
“I’m just going to the shop to pet the cats for a bit. It’s boring staying at home anyway.”
Yu Feng had had some fruit wine at Ding Xiaofei’s place earlier and was now leaning against the seat, pretending to nap. Xie An’yu sat down in the seat in front of him. Yu Feng opened his eyes and stared at the back of the seat.
Xie An’yu turned to look out the window, feeling increasingly agitated.
Ding Xiaonan was a woman. She could openly ask about Yu Feng and even openly pursue him. Would she confess her feelings to him? And how would Yu Feng react if she did? Would he reject her? Or would he consider it?
If there was one Ding Xiaonan, there would be a second. Sooner or later, Yu Feng would meet a woman who was a good match for him.
Xie An’yu’s frown deepened, his frustration mounting to the point where he felt like punching through the window.
Back at the guesthouse, Yu Feng got out of the car and walked off in another direction. Zhou Yi called after him, “Where are you going?”
“Taking a walk by the beach. Need to sober up.”
The night wind was strong, and the sea breeze felt refreshing against his face. Yu Feng took off his shoes and left them on the sand, walking barefoot on the damp, soft shore. He glanced back at the abandoned shoes, a familiar scene flashing through his mind.
Cheng Sheng hadn’t jumped into this sea, but his shoes had been left behind just like this.
Yu Feng sat down on the sand, quietly gazing at the endless expanse of water. Then he looked up at the sky, and as he tilted his head back, a tear slid down from the corner of his eye.
His glasses fogged up. Yu Feng took them off and looked down at them.
***
Xie An’yu searched along the beach before finally spotting Yu Feng’s figure. The night beach was desolate, with Yu Feng sitting alone on the sand. Waves rolled onto the shore one after another. After sitting there for a while, Yu Feng suddenly stood up, put his glasses back on, and walked toward the sea.
Xie An’yu’s heart skipped a beat as he hurried after him.
Stumbling forward, Xie An’yu grabbed Yu Feng’s hand. Yu Feng turned his head slightly, but Xie An’yu, moving too quickly, lost his balance. Clutching Yu Feng’s hand, he lurched forward and crashed into his arms. The sudden impact of a full-grown man made falling inevitable. As Yu Feng toppled backward, he instinctively wrapped his arms around Xie An’yu’s waist.
Yu Feng landed on the sand with Xie An’yu on top of him. Xie An’yu’s face collided with Yu Feng’s neck, his lips pressing against Yu Feng’s earlobe.
They were in the shallows, where waves lapped at the shore, soaking both their clothes.
As Yu Feng shifted slightly, his hand still on Xie An’yu’s waist, Xie An’yu abruptly straightened up. Kneeling with his legs straddling Yu Feng’s hips, he pressed his hands firmly on Yu Feng’s shoulders, glaring down at him with a grim expression.
“…What were you doing?” Xie An’yu’s voice was hoarse.
Yu Feng’s glasses were covered in water droplets, blurring his vision. After a brief pause, he chuckled softly, “What did you think I was doing?”
Xie An’yu lowered his head, a drop of water from his chin landing on Yu Feng’s lips. Yu Feng’s Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he reached up to wipe the dampness from the corner of Xie An’yu’s eye.
Xie An’yu closed his eyes briefly, his heartbeat so loud it nearly drowned out the sound of the waves.
“I just wanted to walk in the shallows,” Yu Feng said with a laugh. “What were you thinking?”
Xie An’yu probably thought he was going to take his own life.
“You always look ahead, don’t you? I’ve been looking ahead with you for a long time now.”
Yu Feng’s voice, carried by the sea breeze, brushed past Xie An’yu’s ear, soothing his frantic heartbeat.
“Holy shit!” Ding Xiaofei’s voice called from a distance.
Snapping back to reality, Xie An’yu glanced over. Yu Feng was still half-submerged in seawater, his clothes covered in sand.
Ding Xiaofei stood frozen in place, not daring to move. Xie An’yu had said he was stepping out earlier but hadn’t returned for a long time, so Ding Xiaofei had come to check. His mind raced through every possible—and impossible—scenario.
Xie An’yu’s current position looked almost like an attempted assault.
“Can you let me up now?” Yu Feng asked him.
Xie An’yu stared at him blankly, his face turning pale and blue. He scrambled to his feet immediately. Yu Feng stood as well, completely drenched. His light-colored, loose shirt clung to his skin, outlining the contours of his abdomen.
Xie An’yu caught a glimpse of Yu Feng’s abs through the wet fabric.
Despite his earlier wild thoughts, Ding Xiaofei couldn’t act shocked in front of them. He jogged over and asked casually as if nothing had happened, “Did you fall?”
Xie An’yu hummed in agreement.
Ding Xiaofei shot him a complicated look but said nothing else.
***
“What’s going on here?”
Ding Xiaonan had just arrived at the guesthouse when she saw Xie An’yu and Yu Feng walk in, soaked from head to toe. She gasped in surprise.
“Don’t tell me you two went swimming this late at night,” she said, unable to hold back a laugh.
Ding Xiaofei replied dryly, “They fell.”
“Did a wave drag you into the sea?” Ding Xiaofei walked up to Yu Feng. “You should go back to your room and shower—your hair’s full of sand.”
Xie An’yu stared at them, while Ding Xiaofei stared at Xie An’yu.
When Yu Feng returned to his room, Xie An’yu still seemed uneasy. He stood silently at the door, his gaze conveying everything. Earlier, when he saw Yu Feng walking into the sea, he had been genuinely terrified—his heart nearly leaped out of his throat.
“What’s wrong?” Yu Feng chuckled. “Still worried?”
“If you’re really that worried, you can sleep with me tonight.”
Ding Xiaofei, standing behind Xie An’yu, was utterly shocked.
Xie An’yu wasn’t one to take teasing lightly, so Yu Feng dropped the joke and spoke gently instead. “I promise you, I would never do something like that.”
Reassured, Xie An’yu headed back to his room. He paused mid-step and glanced curiously at Ding Xiaofei, who was still trailing behind him. “Aren’t you going back?”
“Even if I do, I won’t be able to sleep anyway.”
Ding Xiaofei plopped onto the sofa, crossing his legs before uncrossing them again. The expression on his face changed every second, a truly remarkable sight.
“What’s wrong?”
“You go take a shower first. We can talk after you’re done.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
Ding Xiaofei cleared his throat. “You… do you have someone you like?”
Xie An’yu’s expression remained unchanged as he silently studied Ding Xiaofei. After a long pause, he hummed his confirmation.
Ding Xiaofei pointed toward the next room, his voice barely above a whisper. “…Him?”
Xie An’yu nodded.
Ding Xiaofei’s vision darkened. He clutched his head briefly before looking up at Xie An’yu in disbelief, his voice cracking. “Seriously?!”
Instead of answering, Xie An’yu asked, “Was it that obvious?”
“Huh?” Ding Xiaofei’s brain short-circuited, his thoughts sluggish.
“Am I being that obvious?”
“…Not really. It’s just… I just thought you’ve been acting differently since you came back, not like your usual self.” Ding Xiaofei sighed. “We’ve been friends for years—of course I’d notice you treating… that person differently. And this morning, you even asked me to hug you, saying you wanted to confirm something…”
“Was that what you were trying to confirm?” Ding Xiaofei asked.
“Mm.”
“Xiao Dao… are you… gay?”
“Don’t know. Maybe.”
“Have you ever liked other guys before?”
Xie An’yu gave him a look. “What do you think?”
Ding Xiaofei let out an awkward ‘Uh’, at a loss for words. Forget guys—Xie An’yu hadn’t even liked any girls before.
Suddenly, Ding Xiaofei slapped his thigh. “Holy shit, does that mean my cousin’s your love rival now?!”
Xie An’yu rubbed his temples. “Xiaofei, you should go home. I want to sleep.”
“Mm, I’ll head out then. But—” He patted Xie An’yu’s shoulder. “Don’t overthink it. Later, I’ll go back and spread some rumors to my cousin—make sure she loses interest in that guy. Don’t worry.”
Xie An’yu was torn between laughter and exasperation. “Don’t stir up trouble.”
“But you like… like that guy, right?” Ding Xiaofei was even more flustered about Xie An’yu liking a man than Xie An’yu himself, unable to even say Yu Feng’s name. “Aren’t you afraid my cousin might make a move first? We’ve got to nip this situation in the bud.”
If Ding Xiaonan heard this, she’d probably applauded him as the ‘good little brother’.
Ding Xiaofei was a man of his word. On the ride home in Ding Xiaonan’s car, he immediately began spreading rumors about Yu Feng: “Sis, I heard that Yu Feng has dated several girlfriends. His romantic history is quite extensive.”
“Isn’t it normal for someone that good-looking to have had many relationships?”
Even when fabricating rumors, one shouldn’t go too far. Ding Xiaofei carefully measured his words, coaxing step by step: “Don’t you think he seems hard to get along with? So aloof—he’d definitely resort to emotional neglect in the future.”
“You can’t judge a book by its cover. You’ve only met him a few times. Besides, he has the right to be aloof. If I were a guy and looked like him, I’d strut around with my nose in the air every day.”
Ding Xiaonan was impervious to persuasion, and Ding Xiaofei found himself retreating step by step, letting out a sigh.
Ding Xiaonan glanced at him: “What’s up with you? Do you have something against him?”
“No.” Ding Xiaofei’s face was sullen.
“Then why are you gossiping about him? What’s wrong with you? A boy your age shouldn’t act like this. Don’t do it again.”
***
The next morning, Xie An’yu planned to visit the master who had once taught him handicrafts. He woke up very early—Shi Wuyang and Zhou Yi were still asleep in their rooms, but Yu Feng was already up. When Xie An’yu went downstairs, he saw Yu Feng sitting by the window, holding a camera and taking photos.
Yu Feng turned around with the camera, and the lens happened to capture Xie An’yu. Xie An’yu stood at the corner of the staircase, his body splitting a vibrant oil painting hanging on the wall behind him into two halves. A small window at the turn of the corridor let in the morning light, illuminating half of Xie An’yu’s figure.
Yu Feng pressed the shutter button, then looked down at the photo on his camera.
He looked up at Xie An’yu. “Up so early?”
“I’m going to visit the master who taught me handicrafts. If I go too late, he might not be home,” Xie An’yu said, pausing for a moment before asking, “Do you want to come with me?”
Yu Feng stood up with the camera: “Sure. Wait a moment—I’ll go get the car keys from my room.”
“It’s not far from here. We can just walk.”
“Should we bring anything?”
“No. If we bring gifts, he won’t let us in.”
They walked for about ten minutes before reaching their destination. The terrain of Shuangye Isle was uneven, with houses scattered at varying elevations. Apart from the main roads for vehicles, most paths were narrow, lined with maple trees on both sides.
Master Wen was watering flowers in his yard when he looked up and saw a familiar face. Smiling, he set down the watering can and walked over: “I’m surprised you still an old man like me.”
Xie An’yu smiled. “Master.”
Master Wen glanced at Yu Feng behind Xie An’yu and chuckled: “Brought a friend, huh?”
He invited them inside. It was a two-story wooden house—both his home and his workshop.
“Did you build this wooden house yourself?” Yu Feng asked.
“I did.”
Yu Feng looked around the yard and asked, “Mind if I take some photos?”
“Of course, go ahead. Want to take a look inside? It’s even more photogenic in there.”
Yu Feng smiled. “Sure.”
Master Wen’s wooden house was filled with all kinds of exquisite handicrafts, and the walls were adorned with various paintings.
“Guests so early in the morning?” Someone descended from upstairs and paused upon seeing Xie An’yu.
“An’yu?” Wen Yan sounded a bit surprised.
“Brother Yan.”
Wen Yan was Master Wen’s grandson and had graduated from university three years prior. Like Guo Tianyang, he was one of the few from Shuangye Isle who had been admitted to a prestigious university off the island. He had returned to Shuangye Isle immediately after graduation to stay with his grandfather in this wooden house.
“Wen Yan, go make some tea,” Master Wen instructed.
Xie An’yu said, “No need, Master. We’ll be heading back soon.”
“You just came to check if this old man is still alive, didn’t you?”
Xie An’yu smiled. “Of course not.”
Yu Feng, an outsider, felt awkward staying there. Not wanting to interrupt Xie An’yu’s reunion with them, he said, “You chat. I’ll go outside to take some photos.”
Master Wen chuckled. “You can take pictures in the backyard too. I’ve planted quite a few flowers—they’re very pretty.”
Wen Yan came downstairs and asked Xie An’yu, “When did you get back?”
“Just yesterday.”
“Why did you leave without saying a word?”
Xie An’yu did everything without saying a word. That was just how he was, so even though Wen Yan had been his senior brother for a year, he knew very little about him. The old man also never spoke about Xie An’yu’s family, so Wen Yan only learned things about him from other people.
Like how his house had been demolished, how he hadn’t received any any of the compensation money, and how he had left Shuangye Isle. Wen Yan only learned all this after Xie An’yu was already gone.
“Wen Yan, go pick a watermelon from the yard. Pick a big one.”
Wen Yan ordered Xie An’yu, “You, come with me to the backyard to pick one.”
“Go by yourself,” Master Wen frowned. “Xiao Yu is a guest.”
“What guest? We’re family.” Wen Yan slung an arm around Xie An’yu’s neck. “Let’s go.”
Wen Yan glanced at the watermelon patch—there weren’t many, all grown by his grandfather. He grabbed a sickle from the wall. He was wearing a pair of loose shorts, a baggy white undershirt, and flip-flops.
Wen Yan stepped into the watermelon patch. “Don’t come in—you’ll dirty your shoes. It rained a couple days ago, so the mud’s still soft.”
“Who’s the guy with you?” Wen Yan asked Xie An’yu.
“A friend.”
Wen Yan squatted in the patch, selecting a watermelon. “Someone you met in the city?”
“Mm.”
“No wonder.” Wen Yan picked one and cut the vine with the sickle. “Just by his demeanor, he doesn’t seem like someone from around here.”
He thought for a moment, then turned to look at Xie An’yu. “He looks quite a bit older than you.”
Xie An’yu pursed his lips. “Not that much older.”
“How much is ‘not that much’? Don’t let someone trick you. How’d you meet him?”
Xie An’yu had grown up on the island and was unfamiliar with the outside world. How could he have befriended such an ‘adult’? Could he have run into someone with ill intentions—the kind who trick kids into selling blood, kidneys, or doing illegal work?
If the old man heard this, he’d probably glare in disapproval. Master Wen had always believed: In life, mind your own business; don’t pry into others’ affairs.
“He’s not a scammer. He’s helped me many times.”
Wen Yan figured as much. Xie An’yu was young, but he wasn’t stupid. With both parents gone early, he was naturally more mature and steady than most kids his age. He wouldn’t be easily fooled.
Besides, that guy seemed pretty classy. Scammers didn’t carry themselves like that.
Wen Yan carried the watermelon back and hung the sickle on the wall.
“It seems you’ve settled down quite well in Beicheng,” Wen Yan placed the melon on the wooden chair by the door. “Seeing anyone special?”
Wen Yan wasn’t one to pry into others’ affairs, but this particular matter piqued his curiosity. After all, ever since Xie An’yu left, young girls would come by every now and then asking about him. If it weren’t for these girls, he wouldn’t have even known Xie An’yu had gone to another city.
What’s more, Xie An’yu had started paying attention to his appearance now, dressing so stylishly. When a guy who never cared about how he looked suddenly starts dressing well, it usually means one of two things—either he’s already in a relationship or he’s on the path to getting into one.
Xie An’yu was momentarily confused. “What… kind of friend?”
Wen Yan chuckled. “What other kind could there be? The kind you can smooch.”
Xie An’yu’s mind instantly flashed to Yu Feng’s lips, and his expression froze for a long moment.
Wen Yan raised an eyebrow. “An’yu, you’re seeing someone, aren’t you?”
Xie An’yu didn’t answer, and Wen Yan took his silence as confirmation. He laughed. “Back when all those girls used to come here just to catch a glimpse of you, you never showed any interest. But now, after just one trip to the city, you’ve ‘descended to the mortal world’. What kind of trendy, sophisticated city person caught your eye?”
Xie An’yu averted his gaze, turning his head to the side.
Not far away, beyond the fence at the courtyard gate, that very same ‘trendy, sophisticated city person’ stood holding a camera, looking in their direction.
[dropdown title=”List of Idiom in Chapter 54″]
一望無際 (yī wàng wú jì): to stretch as far as the eye can see; to stretch to the horizon; vast; boundless; endless; limitless; expansive; too vast to see the end; describes something extremely vast.想入非非 (xiǎng rù fēi fēi): to indulge in fantastical thoughts; to daydream; to indulge in fantasy (idiom); to let one’s imagination run wild; allow one’s fancy to run wild; spin a fantasy; indulge in wild daydreams; go off into wild flights of fancy; the mind enters an illusory realm and is completely divorced from reality, and it also refers to random thoughts.
大驚小怪 (dà jīng xiǎo guài): to make a fuss about nothing (idiom); describes being overly surprised at nothing remarkable; to make a fuss over a trivial matter; much ado about nothing; be surprised/alarmed at sth very ordinary; make an unwarranted fuss.
哭笑不得 (kū xiào bù dé): lit. to not know whether to laugh or to cry (idiom); both funny and extremely embarrassing; between laughter and tears; to feel confounded, mildly dumbfounded, or slightly flabbergasted in a polite sense, usually toward a familiar person in an awkward situation; be unable either to cry or to laugh—find sth both funny and annoying.
言出必行 (yán chū bì xíng): lit. if you say something, you must do it; walk the talk; suit the action to the word; actions speak louder than words; be as good as one’s word; keep one’s promises; practice what one preaches; follow through on one’s words; used to describe someone who is trustworthy.
循循善誘 (xún xún shàn yòu): to guide patiently and systematically (idiom); to teach in a systematic and skilful way; give guidance in a skilful and systematic fashion; From the Analects, Book 9 (《論語·子罕》): 顏淵喟然歎曰：「仰之彌高，鑽之彌堅，瞻之在前，忽焉在後！夫子循循然善誘人：博我以文，約我以禮。……, Yan Yuan, in admiration of the Master’s doctrines, sighed and said, “I looked up to them, and they seemed to become more high; I tried to penetrate them, and they seemed to become more firm; I looked at them before me, and suddenly they seemed to be behind. The Master, by orderly method, skillfully leads men on. He enlarged my mind with learning, and taught me the restraints of propriety…
人不可貌相 (rén bù kě mào xiàng): one cannot judge someone by his or her appearance; you can’t judge a book by its cover; appearances can be deceiving; don’t judge a man by his looks; one should not judge a person based on his appearance. Often in combination 人不可貌相，海水不可鬥量 (rén bù kě mào xiàng, hǎi shuǐ bù kě dǒu liáng), you can’t judge a person by appearance, just as you can’t measure the sea with a pint pot (idiom); a person cannot be judged by his appearances/exteriors/looks, the sea cannot be measured with a bushel.
節節敗退 (jié jié bài tuì): (of an army) to lose battles one after another and retreat in defeat; (figuratively) to lose (competitions) successively; to retreat again and again in defeat; to suffer defeat after defeat; lose ground in successive defeats; retreating step by step; describes retreat after repeated failures.
閉口不談 (bì kǒu bù tán): to refuse to say anything about (idiom); to remain tight-lipped; to avoid mentioning; shut one’s mouth; keep mum; shut up like a clam. This idiom is often used to describe the context of keeping silent or keeping a secret.
吹鬍子瞪眼 (chuī hú zi dèng yǎn): lit. to blow one’s moustache and stare (with anger); blow one’s beard and stare with rage; to get angry; to be enraged; to fume; froth at the mouth and glare with rage; snort and stare in anger; foam with rage; be furious; be exasperated; be livid; describe a person’s angry expression. Its core meaning is to describe the exaggerated expression of a person’s face when angry.
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