Re-engraving the Spring

What Ji Yanchen had in mind was that, this trip was originally a trip for the young couple, and he was just a joiner in the fun.
Seeing that Lu Ming’s indifferent appearance began to have some waves, Ji Yanchen felt extremely bored, and so he shrugged.

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“Yanchen.” Chi Qiu called him.

Under Chi Qiu’s hint, Ji Yanchen had to be well-behaved and recommended a few nearby restaurants to them.
Of course, the restaurant in the hotel was also good.
Under his repeated recommendation, Lu Ming and Chi Qiu planned to dine in the hotel.

That was fine.
However, when the two entered the restaurant, they realized that they had entered Ji Yanchen’s ‘trap’.

There was no one else in the restaurant except for them and a few waiters.
In order to leave sweet memories for Chi Qiu on this trip, Ji Yanchen booked the restaurant in the hotel without permission.

Violinists, rose candles, wine and champagne, gourmet dishes… everything was available.

The waiter respectfully handed Lu Ming a folded card: “Mr.
Lu, this is what Manager Ji asked me to pass on to you, he asked you to make sure you open it and look at it.”

As soon as Lu Ming opened it, he saw two lines scribbled inside: No need to thank me.
I am honored that I can add some fresh insight for Mr.
Lu, who does not know anything about romance

Signed: Ji Yanchen (the three characters were like dragon flying and phoenix dancing).1It’s an idiom to describe a flamboyant or bold cursive calligraphy.
It’s this kind of signature

Lu Ming frowned slightly, unable to understand Ji Yanchen’s childish behavior.

Chi Qiu, who was sitting opposite him, asked curiously, “What did Yanchen give you?”

“A folded card with some blessings written on it.” Lu Ming handed the folded card back to the waitress and asked her to help throw it away, “He wished us a pleasant meal and a smooth trip.”

Chi Qiu listened and said with relief, “I didn’t expect him to be quite sensible recently.”

“I guess it’s because Mr.
Ji2he meant Ji Feining here has taught him well.” Lu Ming ridiculed others without missing a trace.
He reached out to stop the waiter who was about to pour wine for the two of them, “Get us two glasses of juice, please.”

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They had to go to the concert in a while; Lu Ming intended to drive by himself so he couldn’t drink alcohol, and Chi Qiu never drank alcohol.

Lu Ming thoughtfully put some other dishes onto Chi Qiu’s plate, “You eat some first, I’ll cut the steak for you.” He began to carefully cut the portion of steak in front of him into small pieces and finally put it in front of Chi Qiu.

Juice with steak was really rare in a romantic candlelight dinner.

After dinner, with Lu Ming driving, they soon arrived at the theater.
Before entering the concert entrance, Lu Ming received a phone call and he asked Chi Qiu to wait for him in the lounge area for a moment.

Thinking he was going to work again, Chi Qiu uneasily held his hand: “Where are you going?”

Lu Ming patted the back of his hand and motioned him to let go: “Go get something, it’s not convenient for you to go together.”

“…Then can you hurry back.” Facing the unfamiliar environment, Chi Qiu said timidly, “I don’t want to wait here alone for a long time.”

Lu Ming assured him, “Five minutes at most.”

However, within three minutes, Lu Ming returned with a large bouquet of roses.

Chi Qiu saw him approaching, but had to pretend not to know.
He deliberately lowered his head and tried his best not to look at the bouquet that was so red that he couldn’t take his eyes off it.

Hearing the commotion around him, Chi Qiu’s heartbeat continued to accelerate, and he felt his whole heart swelling and fermenting.
Under the gaze of others, he was wrapped in a bouquet of roses of love.

Lu Ming’s tall figure was particularly eye-catching, and many people cast surprised or envious glances.
And Lu Ming, holding a rose in his hand, was unmoved by the gazes of others, he strode towards Chi Qiu.

Stop, squat.
Lu Ming kept his half-kneeling action and pushed the rose into Chi Qiu’s arms.

“Lu Ming?”

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Chi Qiu’s hand touched the soft petals that clustered together, and he heard Lu Ming say, “A rose for you.”

The roses were bigger bunches and more colorful than the last one.
Anyone could see them at a glance.

Chi Qiu, who had been lonely for many years, had not been watched so warmly for a long time.
He was not quite used to being in the limelight in a public place, so he shyly lowered his head.

Looking at the rose in his hand, Chi Qiu’s tone became astringent.
In order to hide his emotion, he deliberately said, “Do you want me to hold it and listen to the concert?”

“I bought three tickets.” Lu Ming got up, glanced at his watch, and waited for the check-in, “You can put the flowers on the empty seat beside you.”

It turned out that Lu Ming had already made preparations, and was not stimulated by Ji Yanchen to buy flowers on the spur of the moment.

Chi Qiu couldn’t help but purse the corners of his mouth, unable to hide the smile in his heart.
Holding the rose in his arms, he cherished it a million times and sniffed it again and again.
His tone was gentle: “Thank you, I like it a lot.”

He wished he could take this bunch of roses with him when he returned to Xingxi City the day after tomorrow.

 

Few people bought tickets for this concert, and the theater arranged for this was a small and old theater in C city.
However, the name of this theater was ‘Grand Theater’, which would inevitably make non-local people misunderstand it.

When Lu Ming arrived at the theater, he realized that it might not be worthwhile for two people from Xingxi City to come to City C.
It was just that they had already bought the tickets and everyone was here; it was really unreasonable not to enter and listen.

He was lucky that Chi Qiu couldn’t see, otherwise this dilapidated theater would inevitably make him feel unhappy.

After entering the venue, Lu Ming took Chi Qiu to find the respective seats and sat down.
Chi Qiu carefully handed the flowers to Lu Ming, who placed them on the third position they had bought, acting slightly recklessly.

Chi Qiu said eagerly, “Be careful with my flowers.”

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Lu Ming: “…” He gently held and placed it.
The bright roses were extremely inconsistent with the shabby theater.

A concert lasted only two hours, and Chi Qiu listened to it carefully.
His focused appearance was particularly good-looking in the not-so-bright light of the auditorium, as if the lights on the stage fell on Chi Qiu’s eyelashes, illuminating his eyes little by little.

As the violin piece played, the piano sounded like raindrops falling, pattering on the listener’s ears.
Lu Ming felt like a thunderstorm in the spring, he leaned back a little and closed his eyes.

When he opened them again, he saw that Chi Qiu was gazing gently ahead, seemingly ‘watching’ the stage where countless musicians were playing.

Lu Ming opened his lips, but did not make a sound.

The music on the stage had gone from intense bursts to softness, and now it was the moment of soothing.

Chi Qiu didn’t say anything, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and his profile was as beautiful as the early morning.
Lu Ming was stunned and remembered the scene they first met in the garden many years ago.

Lu Ming vaguely remembered that it was him who greeted Chi Qiu first.

Not for other reasons, just because the fifteen-year-old Chi Qiu was very delicate, with a gentle aura all over his body, without the restlessness of a teenager at all.
The tired-looking Lu Ming was attracted to him, unconsciously took a step forward, couldn’t help but talk to him, and shoved the milk tea he just bought into his hand.

Lu Ming heard in his head, far away, there was a voice speaking——

“If only we could be together forever, I will always like you very much.” The voice asked reluctantly, “What about you?”

Will you always like me, too?

From the memory, this voice seemed vague and urgent.

Lu Ming couldn’t tell whose voice it was.
Was it his? Or was it Chi Qiu’s? He couldn’t remember.

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Vaguely, he saw the seventeen-year-old self in the garden raising his head, and on that lonely face, unexpectedly late adolescent anxiety appeared.

And the simple and pure desire of the young man was the seed that would bloom in the future, and it was planted early.

Lu Ming’s head suddenly ached, he couldn’t think of many things in the past.
The trauma of the accident, as well as his inner wounds, gathered together and tore his memories apart.

Whether it was about his mother, Lu You, or about Chi Qiu, the fragmented memories sometimes made him feel good and bad.
It was best not to remember; it was always painful to remember.

Lu Ming restrained his emotions and clenched his teeth.
Perhaps under the hypnosis of music in his ear, Lu Ming, like a plea for help, grabbed Chi Qiu’s hand as if he was drowning.

Chi Qiu, who was focused on listening to the music, was taken aback by him.
He hastily turned back and met Lu Ming’s deep gaze.
When looking at each other, Chi Qiu forced his vision to be hollow.
He whispered, “What’s wrong?”

The tidal wave of piano sounds rose and fell throughout the place, drowning out Chi Qiu’s insignificant voice.

Lu Ming did not let go of Chi Qiu’s hand as he forced himself to regain his composure in his haste.

“It’s nothing.”

He said that, but he held Chi Qiu’s hand even tighter.
Not only that, his fingertips also rubbed Chi Qiu’s fingers, intertwined with his fingers.
The rubbing made Chi Qiu’s face hot and his heart tingling and slightly itchy.

 

T/N: I’m taking a day off from work today so here’s an update for y’all!

 

1It’s an idiom to describe a flamboyant or bold cursive calligraphy.
It’s this kind of signature
2he meant Ji Feining here