Give Way, You’re Blocking My Road to the Yellow Springs

Chapter 8

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The little young master, who said he would be back soon, never returned.

The hands of the clock on the wall ticked second by second.
It was now 9:36 in the evening, a full day since the little celebrity had last eaten.

There was a large supermarket in the vicinity of the neighborhood he lived in, and it took at most half an hour or so to get there and back.

The little celebrity tossed and turned, hugging his pillow.
He thought, the little young master was unlikely to have run off with as a small a sum as fifty, right?

What could one do with fifty yuan for three hours? One could eat a decent meal in a small store, then find a place to kill themselves.

If he wanted to slit his wrists, it was best to find a bathtub, and for him to die in a car crash, the little young master was also afraid of implicating the car owner.
Thus, the only option remaining was to jump from a building.

——We said we’d die together, but you secretly jumped from a building!

After he imagined the scene of the blood splattering five steps, the little celebrity was unable to sit still.
He found a pair of sunglasses and a mask and went out looking for the little young master.
He called out a dozen times from the supermarket’s broadcasting system “Bai Ye, your dad is looking for you” but could not catch even a shadow of the little young master’s figure.

The little celebrity really panicked and gritted his teeth to buy a pair of high-power binoculars from the supermarket.
He climbed to the rooftop with a rumbling stomach to peep at the nearby tall buildings.

There was nothing.

So he hurried down again, prepared to go around and check all the nearby restaurants.

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When he passed a small flower bed, a hand suddenly reached out and tugged on his pant leg, and the little celebrity nearly died of fright.

The little young master poked his head out and covered the little celebrity’s mouth.
“Shhh!”

Seeing who it was, the little celebrity’s racing heart finally calmed down, and he angrily seized the little young master’s face.
“What are you doing here instead of going home? Planning to dig some hole to bury yourself alive?”

The little young master cautiously looked around left and right, then whispered, “Of course not.
A few acquaintances recognized me while I was buying food a moment ago.”

The little celebrity made no reaction.
“So what if they recognized you?”

The little young master: “The time you fainted and was lying on my lap, photos of us have been going around without our faces censored.
Those people think the two of us might be a pair and they want to have a chat with me to worm out the truth.
I wanted to leave but they kept following me around.”

He said, “I didn’t dare to go back, what would we do if they found out where you live?”

The little celebrity: “…”

He looked at the little young master who was covered in grime, full of anger but had no idea who to direct it to.
He could take off his mask and carry a knife to go up and question those people one by one why they would bring disaster to the innocent, but he could not and dared not to.

Right now, he didn’t even dare to leave the front door without this layer of cover.

He said, “What is more important? Them finding out where I live? Or me starving to death at home?”

Before the little young master could answer, he ruffled his hair again in annoyance.
“It doesn’t matter, I want to die anyway.”

The little young master: “We agreed to eat smashed cucumber salad.”

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The little celebrity had nothing more to be particular about, he pulled him up from the dirt, and said in a muffled voice, “Let’s go back now, no one’s following.”

“Mm.”

The little young master was obediently pulled along by his hand to walk, but after not even two steps, halted.

The little celebrity: “?”

The young master held up his absolutely empty left hand.
“Just ran too fast, I bought buns and cucumbers but I don’t know where I dropped them.”

“…”

The little celebrity completely lost his temper.
He went straight to the bank to withdraw the last several hundred yuan in his card, took the young master to a restaurant, and ordered two bowls of beef noodles and a plate of smashed cucumber salad to take back home.

The two people sat cupping their bowl, picked up chopsticks full of noodles, and slowly chewed, their stomachs finally feeling a bit full.
The hot steam rising from the bowls enveloped their faces, the little celebrity’s eyes were turned somewhat damp from the heat.

He suddenly said, “You didn’t come back for so long, I thought you sneaked off to kill yourself.”

The little young master looked at him in surprise and shook his head.
“I don’t want to die anymore.”

The little celebrity froze.

The little young master lowered his head and spoke, “Now I think I was too unreasonable before, you’re worse off than me but aren’t you also still alive.”

The little celebrity: “???”

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Whose fault was it that I didn’t die?

After a moment of silence, the little celebrity asked, “So what are you going to do in the future?”

The young master chewed on two slices of beef, cheeks puffed out.
“Gonna find another job.
Aren’t there a lot of western restaurants in S City? I probably wouldn’t keep running into perverts.”

“Where would you live?”

The little young master halted his chopsticks as he suddenly realized.
“Right, where should I live?”

The little celebrity: “…”

Who are you asking?

The little celebrity: “Do you have enough money to rent a room?”

The little young master calculated, “Three months’ salary should be enough if I save.”

The little celebrity sighed, “Alright then, I’ll die a little later.”

The little young master blurted out, “How could I trouble you?

The little celebrity: “…ha?”

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The little young master also thought that did not sound right and rephrased his words, “I meant that me living in your house might be too much trouble for you.”

“Then where did you live before?”

The little young master told the truth, “I didn’t have money to renew the rent and the thought of having to find a hole in a bridge to spend the night made me lose the will to live, then I saw you drive over.”

The little celebrity: “…”

The little celebrity: “No need to feel bad about troubling me.
Instead, you should find a job with weekly pay, otherwise, we won’t survive until the end of the month.”

The little young master nodded, pulled out the calculator, and began to calculate: “If we cook for ourselves at home, we can save a lot of money.”

The little celebrity picked up quickly: “No problem, you cook and I’ll do the dishes, I don’t mind if you only make smashed cucumber salad.”

The little young master: “….alright.”

He pondered on it feeling something wasn’t quite right.
If he took the living expenses of two people out of his salary, no matter how much he wanted to save up for rent, even a year wouldn’t be enough.

Then he peeked at the little celebrity, who seemed unaware, and swallowed the words back.

He thought, this doesn’t seem so bad either?

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