Chapter 93: Childhood Sweetheart Route – Extra (4)
“Shen Shuyi, you better eat properly and get off your Brother Heng’s lap!” Lin Yiqiong said, reaching out to pull Shen Shuyi off.
Shen Shuyi resisted stubbornly: “I don’t want to! I want to eat sitting on my brother’s lap!”
Shen Lu: Heartbreak value -1, -1, -1.
He coldly tormented the bitter melon in his bowl, saying resentfully, “Zhao Yuheng should have his own name, right? I seem to remember your brother being me, Little Shu?”
Shen Shuyi: “….” Oh dear, these two brothers are different!
“Shen Shuyi! You’re about to start junior high, look at yourself! What kind of soon-to-be junior high student eats sitting on their best friend’s lap?” Lin Yiqiong continued to criticize.
“Others are others, Shen Shuyi is Shen Shuyi,” Shen Shuyi retorted loudly.
“You!” Lin Yiqiong realized that the older Shen Shuyi got, the less she could control him, so she resorted to her trump card: “Fine. You can sit on your little brother’s lap to eat now, but what will happen when Little Heng gets married and has a wife? Will you compete with his wife for a seat?”
This question stunned Shen Shuyi.
In his world, Zhao Yuheng should always just be Zhao Yuheng, Shen Shuyi’s Zhao Yuheng.
What is a wife? Can you eat her? 0.0
But it seems that everyone gets married after they grow up.
“It’s okay, Aunt Lin.” Zhao Yuheng glanced at Shen Shuyi and could tell at a glance that the boy was holding back tears, about to cry. He quickly said, “I won’t get married, I won’t take a wife.”
Shen Shuyi immediately felt triumphant, a complete victory: Hmph.
Lin Yiqiong sighed, “Little Heng, you’ll spoil Little Shu rotten. Look at him, he’s almost 1.6 meters tall, practically a little adult. How can he still sit on your lap and act like a spoiled brat, wanting you to feed him?”
Lin Yiqiong threatened Shen Shuyi, “Shen Shuyi, if your Brother Heng doesn’t get married, will you? What will you do when you have a wife?”
“I’ll have my wife sit on my brother’s lap with me to eat!” Shen Shuyi wasn’t the type to be stingy; if it were his wife, he’d be willing to share Zhao Yuheng’s lap with her.
Zhao Yuheng gave him a helpless look.
Lin Yiqiong was exasperated by her son.
Shen Shizhang smoothed things over, unable to suppress a laugh, “Alright, alright, Little Heng rarely gets a holiday at home, hurry up and eat, or the food will get cold.” With Zhao Yuheng helping to feed him, Lin Yiqiong was indeed relieved of a lot of worry.
Many vegetables that Shen Shuyi didn’t like, he would only take a small bite out of respect for Zhao Yuheng, and then throw the rest into Zhao Yuheng’s bowl if he really didn’t want to eat them.
Lin Yiqiong was about to stop Shen Shuyi’s impolite behavior—Zhao Yuheng’s mother was still there, and her own son was being scolded like a dog by Shen Shuyi, wouldn’t she be angry?
However, Zhuang Xinrou didn’t seem to care, and instead said with a smile, “Little Heng and Little Shu have such a good relationship, it’s rare to have such good friends in a lifetime.” Lin Yiqiong glanced helplessly at Zhuang Xinrou, and said coquettishly, “Only Xinrou has such a good temper, anyone else would have spanked the little cat’s bottom long ago,” and then glanced at her unruly youngest son.
Zhao Yuheng really didn’t mind Shen Shuyi’s weight, holding him steadily like this, and still having a free hand to scoop soup.
Half a bowl of steaming fish soup was handed to Shen Shuyi. Zhao Yuheng scooped up a spoonful, waited until it cooled down and Shen Shuyi swallowed the food in his mouth, then fed it to him.
Shen Shuyi only drank half a spoonful and refused to drink any more. Zhao Yuheng calmly fed the remaining half spoonful to himself.
Lin Yiqiong: “…” Honestly, she, as a mother, didn’t even consider herself capable of this.
She wouldn’t be shocked if she ever saw Zhao Yuheng chew food and feed it to Shen Shuyi.
…Oh well, whoever wants to keep this cat can keep it. Tonight, I’ll put it in Little Heng’s bedroom and tie it up. ^^ This brat has been sticking to her every night lately, making it impossible for her to bully Shen Shizhang. ^^
After dinner, Shen Shuyi ran to Zhao Yuheng’s room to play.
Zhao Yuheng rummaged through the closet and found several sets of Shen Shuyi’s pajamas—Shen Shuyi had a small wardrobe in his bedroom, as he spent more time in his own room than at the Shen family home.
“Shuyi, take a shower first, then get into bed.” Shen Shuyi was lying in bed reading a comic book. Zhao Yuheng called him, but he pretended not to hear.
“Shuyi?”
“I’ll shower later, I’ll come after I finish this page!” Shen Shuyi rolled around on the bed, his eyes glued to the comic book.
Zhao Yuheng knew his personality well; he wouldn’t leave until he finished the book.
So, he simply grabbed him, put his arm around Shen Shuyi’s waist, and lifted him off the bed.
Shen Shuyi, suspended in mid-air, was startled and screamed.
Then, he exclaimed in surprise, “Brother Heng, you’ve become so strong!”
“That’s enough to deal with you,” Zhao Yuheng replied calmly, quickly leading him into the bathroom and stripping Shen Shuyi naked in no time.
Shen Shuyi was fair and tender, like a peeled lychee. His entire body was white, with very little body hair. Zhao Yuheng glanced down; that area was the same.His chest, knees, and toes were all pink, and the steam from the bathroom quickly turned his entire body pink.
He had bathed Shen Shuyi countless times since he was a child, so it was nothing new.
Shen Shuyi’s bath was like a battle; his whole body was submerged in fluffy bubbles, only his collarbone and above were exposed.
He played in the bathtub, his mind filled with mischief, scooping up a handful of water and splashing it directly onto Zhao Yuheng’s face.
“Hahaha!” Shen Shuyi grinned mischievously, “Brother Heng, you’re soaking wet!”
Zhao Yuheng was still wearing his St. Paul’s school uniform, the white shirt rolled up to his wrists. Entering puberty, he had become more handsome, losing the chubby cheeks of his childhood, his facial features sharper and more defined.
“Don’t move around.” Zhao Yuheng kissed the bath sponge while wiping his arms, then commanded, “Lift your legs.” Shen Shuyi deliberately kicked a bunch of water outside, sending it flying high, making strange noises.
Zhao Yuheng helplessly grabbed his calf and rubbed it up his slender, soft thigh.
“Ouch, it itches so much!” Shen Shuyi started acting up again.
“If it itches, don’t move around.” Zhao Yuheng pressed him down.
“No! I want it!” Shen Shuyi splashed around in the bathtub, yelling in a high-pitched voice, “Help! Help! Shen Shuyi is drowning!”
Zhao Yuheng: “…” Giving him a bath was such a hassle.
After splashing around for a while, Shen Shuyi suddenly pounced on him, causing a large puddle of water to overflow from the bathtub, soaking Zhao Yuheng’s clothes. Shen Shuyi wrapped his arms around Zhao Yuheng’s shoulders, pouting and demanding a kiss, “Quickly give me CPR!”
Zhao Yuheng chuckled helplessly, “Where did you learn all this stuff? Aunt Lin should let you watch less TV.”
“Hurry up, hurry up!” Shen Shuyi only listened to what he wanted to hear, pretending not to hear what he didn’t.
Zhao Yuheng had no choice but to kiss him on the lips.
Shen Shuyi wasn’t satisfied and hugged him naked, kissing him for a while.
“Take a shower first, then kiss me later,” Zhao Yuheng pinched his cheek, reminding him, “You’ll catch a cold if you’re naked.”
After the shower, the bathroom looked like it had been through a battle.
Shen Shuyi sat on the extended sink, obediently letting Zhao Yuheng help him put on his pajamas, dry his hair, and then tilt his head back for her to apply lotion.
There was a little extra lotion left, so Zhao Yuheng put some on his own face to avoid wasting it.
He carried Shen Shuyi out of the bathroom, put him on the bed, and placed the comic book in his lap: “Keep reading. I’m going to take a shower.”
“Hurry up!” Shen Shuyi said hastily, “After you shower, you have to tell me if junior high was fun.”
“Okay.” Both children finished showering; it was already nine o’clock in the evening.
Uncle Chen knocked on the door and placed Shen Shuyi’s evening milk on the bedside table.
Shen Shuyi had already finished his comic book and was looking at the textbook Zhao Yuheng had brought back: Haha, I’m dying of laughter, I don’t understand it at all^^
“Little Shu, the milk is here for you.” Uncle Chen reminded him and closed the door.
“Okay, thank you, Uncle Chen!” Shen Shuyi jumped out of bed, grabbed the milk cup, and gulped it down.
Zhao Yuheng had also changed into his pajamas. As soon as he got into bed, Shen Shuyi slid onto him like a little fish.
“Brother, I missed you so much.” Only now did Shen Shuyi finally confess his feelings, his voice filled with grievance.
Zhao Yuheng hugged him, kissing his hair repeatedly. “I missed you so much at school.” Shen Shuyi looked up from his embrace. “Have you made any new friends?”
“Many classmates.” Zhao Yuheng thought for a moment before replying.
“Are you close to them?”
“So-so.”
A huge weight lifted from Shen Shuyi’s shoulders. He quickly said, “That’s good. You’re my best friend in the world.”
“Mm.” Zhao Yuheng nodded.
Shen Shuyi muttered, “I see you’ve grown so much taller. Does your knee still hurt?”
“It hurts occasionally, but it’s much better now.”
Shen Shuyi said, his voice tinged with sadness, “Now that you’re living at school, I can’t get news about you right away. We used to be the best of friends.”
Zhao Yuheng laughed and cried at the same time, “Little darling, you video call me every night for four hours each time. And we’re still best friends now.”
“That’s not the same!” Shen Shuyi was so angry he wanted to cry: “We can’t even sleep together! I hate junior high! I hate going to school!” Shen Shuyi realized that the weekend was only two days long, meaning only tonight and tomorrow night could he sleep with Zhao Yuheng.
The night after tomorrow, Zhao Yuheng would be going to junior high and sleeping in the dormitory with other people!
Shen Shuyi started sobbing.
“I don’t want you to go to school, waaaah…”
This was Shen Shuyi’s usual routine since Zhao Yuheng started junior high.
This little darling was like a water ball, easily bursting into countless tears.
Zhao Yuheng felt bad too.
But if they didn’t go to school, they would become illiterate.
Being illiterate meant they wouldn’t be able to find a job.
Unable to find a job, he couldn’t afford to support Shen Shuyi.
Shen Shuyi was already carrying a Hermes children’s bag.
Zhao Yuheng had seen the price of that bag; it cost over ten thousand yuan.
This put considerable pressure on him.
Zhao Yuheng didn’t plan to use his parents’ allowance to buy gifts for Shen Shuyi; he planned to earn money to support him.
As he pondered this, he felt a soft touch on his lips again.
It turned out that Shen Shuyi had kissed him again while crying, and Zhao Yuheng gave him several comforting kisses.
Shen Shuyi kissed him while sobbing, and caught off guard, their soft lips parted for a moment, their tongues touching, and they both froze for a second.
Zhao Yuheng often kissed Shen Shuyi, but only on the lips; this was the first time he had kissed the tip of Shen Shuyi’s tongue, which felt smooth and sweet.
“Alright, stop crying, sweetie.” Zhao Yuheng pinched his younger brother’s cheek. “It’s time for you to sleep.” Shen Shuyi immediately widened his eyes. “I don’t want to sleep! I want to look at you a little longer!” He propped his eyes open with his fingers, making a funny face. “I want to make up for the five days I haven’t seen you, hehehe!” Zhao Yuheng was amused by him. He hugged Shen Shuyi, lying face to face with him. “Okay, then let’s just keep our eyes open and see who can’t hold out until they fall asleep first.”
“Haha!” Shen Shuyi’s competitive spirit ignited instantly, and he laughed mischievously. “Don’t underestimate me!”
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Waa … Lin Yiqiong only truly understood the meaning of those words when Shen Shuyi entered junior high school.
She clearly remembered that Shen Shuyi was just toddling around at his 100-day celebration yesterday; how could he have grown into an eleven or twelve-year-old in the blink of an eye?
Shen Shuyi was excited for a long time on the day he started junior high!
This meant he could study with Zhao Yuheng every day again.
But when he learned that St. Paul’s boarding school rules stipulated that first-year students should live with other first-year students and not with second-year students, Shen Shuyi was furious!
“Daddy, Daddy!” After school on Friday, Shen Shuyi frantically shook Shen Shizhang, shouting, “Daddy, I order you to buy St. Paul’s!”
Shen Shuyi’s interest rate had skyrocketed since starting junior high, and he had now learned the word “buyout.”
Shen Shizhang elegantly sipped his black tea and said slowly, “Little Shu, I’m your daddy, not the President of the United States. Besides, even if I were the President of the United States, I couldn’t buy your middle school, understand?”
Shen Shuyi tilted his head back, his eyes widening like eggshells, about to burst into tears.
Shen Shizhang, startled, quickly called out, “Yuzhu! Chuanzhu! Come quickly and take Little Shu away!”
Currently, Lin Yiqiong and Shen Shizhang have decided to transfer Shen Shuyi’s lifelong custody to Zhao Yuheng.
The couple has become hands-off parents, enjoying family bliss fifty years early—good heavens, this world actually has such a lucky couple, enjoying the happiness of raising a tuxedo cat without having to worry about or be responsible for its mischievous antics.
I wonder if Xinrou would still be willing to have a second child; only genes like this are worth continuing in the human race 🙂
Since Shen Shuyi started attending the same middle school as Zhao Yuheng, his separation anxiety has improved considerably.
Even during holidays, he still invariably slept with Zhao Yuheng.
After starting junior high, Shen Shuyi grew another three centimeters, now standing at 1.58 meters.
However, in their class, Shen Shuyi wasn’t the tallest, barely able to sit in the middle row.
He didn’t grow as fast as Zhao Yuheng, so his growing pains were delayed.
Only occasionally, he felt a sharp soreness in his calves while sleeping at night.
However, Shen Shuyi had a very low pain tolerance, making a fuss over even the slightest pain, causing Zhao Yuheng to spend the entire night massaging his legs, staying up all night.
After the pain subsided, the next morning, Shen Shuyi would still frantically measure his height.
But he hadn’t grown a single centimeter, making him yell in frustration, “All that pain last night was for nothing!”
But look at his body!
Shen Shuyi’s growing pains didn’t come, but Zhao Yuheng’s puberty arrived as expected.
In the second semester of eighth grade, Zhao Yuheng entered puberty.
Shen Shuyi woke up one morning and was startled to hear Zhao Yuheng’s voice suddenly become very deep.
“Brother Heng! Brother Heng! What’s wrong with your voice!”
Zhao Yuheng was silent for a moment, then, remembering his recent physiology class, he said, “Nothing. I guess I’m going through puberty.”
The winter in Hong Kong was foggy; it was still dark outside, the night a deep blue.
Shen Shuyi nestled in his arms, tilting his head back, and asked, “What is puberty?”
“It’s when you reach this age, your voice starts to sound like an adult’s.” Zhao Yuheng fell silent again: “It doesn’t sound good. It sounds like a male duck.”
Shen Shuyi had always thought Zhao Yuheng’s voice was very pleasant, clean and clear. Now it was deeper, but still quite nice.
“I think it sounds great.” Shen Shuyi chuckled, closing his eyes. “If I didn’t see your face, I’d feel like I’m sleeping with an adult.”
Shen Shuyi did everything a year later than Zhao Yuheng, even his voice changed a year later.
His voice was still clear and crisp, with a childlike, sweet tone.
Shen Shuyi curiously touched Zhao Yuheng’s Adam’s apple: “Oh no! Brother Heng, you have a bump here too.”
He asked curiously, “Is this part of puberty?”
“Yes.” Shen Shuyi was startled and quickly grabbed his neck: “Will I grow a bump too? It’s so big!”
Zhao Yuheng explained, “Some people’s are bigger, some are smaller.”
“Then I want it to be bigger than yours!” Shen Shuyi touched Zhao Yuheng’s Adam’s apple again, seemingly addicted to it. When the other swallowed, the Adam’s apple moved up and down, which he found extremely amusing.
Zhao Yuheng glanced at Shen Shuyi’s slender, fair neck, and always felt that it would be better if it didn’t grow.
Perhaps his prayers had been successful, even after Shen Shuyi went through puberty, his Adam’s apple wasn’t very noticeable.
He still retained the delicate charm and beauty of his youth; rather than handsome, “pretty” seemed more accurate.
Shen Shuyi was very interested in Zhao Yuheng’s voice change, asking him questions for a long time while nestled in his arms.
Finally, he couldn’t resist lifting his head and kissing Zhao Yuheng’s Adam’s apple. Zhao Yuheng tilted his head back, dodging him: “Don’t kiss me like that, it tickles.”
“You little rascal, what’s wrong with a kiss!” Shen Shuyi stuck out his tongue.
Zhao Yuheng pressed his little head into his arms: “Go back to sleep, it’s still early.”
There were still three hours until dawn.
The topic of voice change didn’t end that night.
At six in the morning, Shen Shuyi woke up groggily again.
He usually went to bed early and woke up late, but this morning, for some reason, he tossed and turned, dreaming that he was being uncomfortablely poked by a swollen, soft piece of wood. No matter how he adjusted his position, the wood remained stuck under his waist, completely immobile.
Finally, the dream subsided, and he fell asleep, only to have another strange dream. In the dream, a flood came, and Shen Shuyi couldn’t escape; he was completely submerged.
He felt stuffy and wet, so he immediately opened his eyes—outside, it was still dark.
Zhao Yuheng held him tightly in his arms, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, seemingly in some discomfort.
Shen Shuyi felt even worse!
He was very hot at night, and had only worn a pair of shorts that barely covered his thighs to bed. Now, he felt the entire blanket was damp and stuffy, and there was a smell in the air he had never encountered before.
Shen Shuyi shifted his legs, bending his knees and struggling in Zhao Yuheng’s arms: “Brother Heng, wake up!”
Shen Shuyi pushed him away forcefully, lifted the blanket, and was startled.
He quickly reached out and touched Zhao Yuheng’s body, then the bed, and after a moment of shock, whispered, “Brother Heng, you wet the bed!”
Zhao Yuheng slowly woke up, his hair disheveled, exuding a sense of listlessness and lethargy, and sat up.
“…What?” His voice was low and hoarse, clearly still half asleep.
Shen Shuyi quickly touched him again in the bed, then lifted the covers to show Zhao Yuheng: “Look! You, you wet the bed!”
Five seconds later, Zhao Yuheng’s brain restarted.
Three seconds later, a flush of red spread from his neck to his face, until he felt burning hot.
“…No.” Shen Shuyi stared at him curiously with his round eyes.
“It wasn’t bedwetting,” Zhao Yuheng said hoarsely.
