Feng Yuan arrived at the address in the message. He opened the door and only saw Gong Ze.
Feng Yuan paused, then with a dark face slammed the door shut with a “bang.” Hands in his pockets, his tall, sturdy figure cast a large shadow. He came to Gong Ze’s side, rudely pulled out a chair, sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at Gong Ze.
The blunt sharpness and spicy nicotine pheromones hit him in the face.
“What’s going on?”
He sneered, clearly angry. “Our Young Master Gong finally has time to bother explaining Sang You’s existence to me? As a mere fuck buddy, should I be grateful and thank you?”
How could Gong Ze not know Feng Yuan’s temper?
Getting a few yin-yang remarks without being beaten counted as Feng Yuan being in a good mood today.
“Do we have to talk like this?” Gong Ze poured him tea and said: “If you really thought I was that kind of person, would you still be sitting here meeting me today?”
With Feng Yuan’s pride and fiery temper, it was absolutely impossible for him to eat grass that had already been grazed. Even if he loved again, once he was disgusted he would not come near.
That Feng Yuan could come meant he did not hate him.
Gong Ze, familiar with him, propped his chin sideways, meeting his sharp, unprovokable gaze, and said calmly and with certainty: “You still like me.”
Feng Yuan: “…”
Damn, Feng Yuan had the illusion of being completely controlled.
Looking at this calm, somewhat coldly proud Gong Ze, Feng Yuan just happened to love him like this. The more like this, the more fucking love.
Like he was sick.
Young Master Feng, suspecting he was an M, said with a heavy expression, clicking his tongue inside while fierce on the outside: “Have some shame.”
He kicked Gong Ze’s leg. Leaning forward, he stared at Gong Ze’s face with eyes like a bone-scraping knife.
A dangerous aura approached.
Feng Yuan asked word by word: “Have you fucking slept with anyone else? That thing you used to stab me with—has it touched Sang You?”
Gong Ze: “In the previous life, yes.”
Feng Yuan laughed in anger. “I’m not joking with you!”
“I’m not either. Precisely speaking, when I met him, you didn’t exist yet.” Gong Ze said calmly.
“Previous life? You dare play me!?” Thinking he was being toyed with, that Gong Ze chose to stand on someone else’s side, Feng Yuan’s expression changed in an instant.
Face twisting, he furiously grabbed Gong Ze’s collar. “So you want to sleep with me but love him?? Ha? Gong Ze, don’t think that because I have some inexplicable good feeling toward you, you can push your luck and act arrogant in front of me. I’m not a delicate little girl, I—”
“It’s not inexplicable.”
Suddenly Gong Ze said.
Feng Yuan: “???”
Feng Yuan irritably: “From just now until now you’ve been saying all sorts of messy things…”
Sighing, Gong Ze used his gaze to trace Feng Yuan’s furious appearance. This fierce big lion look was also nostalgic.
Some tenderness and nostalgia welled up inside.
Gong Ze explained: “I mean your good feeling toward me did not appear for no reason. Maybe if I say it, you’ll think I’m crazy and not believe me.” He moved his gaze to the teacup in his hand and said lightly: “Actually, in the original world, you and Sang You did not exist. You are people who do not exist in this world.”
Feng Yuan: …
“You and Sang You are people I met one after another, divided into two worlds. It can be said like this.”
The black pupils rolled to the corners of his eyes, reflecting Feng Yuan’s dazed appearance.
“Sang You is your previous life. You are his later life.”
“…”
“I have never cheated, because in essence you belong to one person. Different worlds, different times, loving the same person.”
If you date two people at different times, and start a new relationship after the previous one’s death, is that cheating?
If in this life you only loved two people, one the lover of the first life, one the second life of the lover, is that promiscuity?
“Feng Yuan, do you still remember Panpan? Our child.”
“…”
The golden eyeball on the feather in his pocket suddenly bulged and spun wildly, as if about to jump out of the object it clung to.
And Feng Yuan only felt his head suddenly ache. Gong Ze’s words echoed ceaselessly in his mind, like a clock’s pendulum striking the fragile cerebral cortex with a “ga da ga da” sound.
Feng Yuan only felt that both Gong Ze and today’s atmosphere were completely wrong.
Feng Yuan clutched his head, panting heavily, and subconsciously mocked: “Son? You and I are both men, and you’re eighteen and I’m nineteen. You think we’d have a son? Heh, Gong Ze, stop fooling—”
Hearing this, Gong Ze narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t say son. I said ‘child.’ So Feng Yuan, why did you think that child was a boy?”
Feng Yuan froze in place.
“…”
“…”
Why? Was it because of the name? But the name Panpan also sounded like a girl.
More memories surged in. Feng Yuan vaguely discovered there was an extra child standing in the corner of the room. Thin and small, wearing pretty clothes that did not fit, soft straight hair bristly, shy and timid, clearly a child who made one’s heart ache just looking at him.
He clutched a picture book and ran over, climbed onto the stool, and raised the picture book in his hand: “A-Yuan, can children with B gender also have babies when they grow up?”
Feng Yuan involuntarily reached out to him, but saw another version of himself appear beside him. While impatiently clicking his tongue, “Stinky brat, A-Yuan is what you call me?” he skillfully put the little boy on his lap, holding the picture book one-handed and saying arrogantly:
“What bullshit ABO secondary gender. Remember, you are the child of Feng Yuan and Gong Ze. In the future you’re going to be a strong, brave man. And as for having babies, whoever loves to give birth can give birth. You’re not allowed! Your Daddy Gong Ze and I raised you to enjoy life, not to be a tool for passing on the family line for someone else… Of course, if it’s true love, then maybe… No! Forget it! Gu Panpan, if you dare date early, you’re dead!”
The man flicked the child’s forehead, threatening fiercely.
The child covered his forehead and immediately called the other daddy’s name.
But the warm scene ended here.
Gong Ze’s fingers over Feng Yuan’s hand soothed and rubbed. “You remember now, Feng Yuan.”
And Feng Yuan’s eyes were hazy as if waking from a great dream. His expression was dazed. Only after a long time did he stiffly turn, quiet.
His gaze focused on Gong Ze’s face.
His voice was hoarse.
“I… how am I here… Haven’t I already died? You, Gong Ze, didn’t you also die…”
Seeing his memory restored, Gong Ze breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him: “Welcome back, Feng Yuan.”
“…”
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