An apartment building can’t be compared to a single-family house. Although it is a high-end community with one unit per family, there is no guarantee that they won’t encounter neighbors when going up and down the elevator.
Therefore, Jiang Dao did not hesitate to stretch out his hand and dragged Chu Yinlong through the door.
The lights were not turned on in the room, and only illumination was from the street lamps shining through the curtains of the living room. The two of them stood in the narrow area of the entrance, so close that they could hear each other’s breathing.
For some reason, Jiang Dao suddenly had the urge to hug Chu Yinlong.
This urge came out of nothing, but it wasn’t out of place with the current situation, so he didn’t think much and obeyed this sudden impulse. Taking a half step forward, he surrounded Chu Yinlong’s body in his arms, and put his face lightly on his shoulders.
Chu Yinlong froze.
This hug was short-lived because — Chu Yinlong was too cold.
Jiang Dao let go and frowned: “It’s so cold today, why did you come here in the middle of the night? Aren’t you cold?”
Chu Yinlong’s voice was a little hoarse: “…It’s not cold anymore.”
Jiang Dao turned on the soft wall lamp in the dining room. Pouring a cup of hot water, he handed it to Chu Yinlong: “I only have water here, please make do with it.”
Chu Yinlong took the cup and put it on the dining table: “Don’t worry about me. Go back and lie down on the bed.”
It was the coldest time of year, and the heating in the common areas was turned off. It’s easy to catch a cold wearing thin pajamas like this, especially right after coming out of the warm bed.
Remembering that this apartment belonged to Chu Yinlong, so he should be familiar with everything, Jiang Dao nodded, obediently returned to the bedroom, wrapped himself in the quilt, and raised his hand to turn on the bedside lamp.
He breathed a sigh of relief – the warmth in the quilt had not yet dissipated. Wrapping himself tightly so that only his head was exposed, he looked at Chu Yinlong who had just entered his room after drinking the hot water, and suddenly realized a problem. “Are you planning to sleep here tonight?”
“En.” Chu Yinlong calmly opened the closet and took out a set of pajamas.
“Oh, okay.” Jiang Dao turned over, moved the pillow to the side of the bed, and shuffled over to make space on the bed.
Seeing Jiang Dao’s action, Chu Yinlong was stunned for a while.
His throat rolled, his eyes shifted, and he retracted the hand that was going to pull out the portable sleeping bag, and instead pulled out a pillow and quilt, and placed it at the foot of the bed.
Watching Chu Yinlong finish his preparations, Jiang Dao yawned in the quilt.
After changing clothes, washing up, and burning incense, Chu Yinlong sat cross-legged at the end of the bed and began to recite in clear Sanskrit.
Jiang Dao stared at the man with low eyebrows for a while, then took a slow deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated on the brewing sleepiness.
After reciting the last syllable, Chu Yinlong looked at Jiang Dao who was asleep, and slowly exhaled.
He sat quietly for a while, then gently turned around to lay down, and turned off the light strip.
It was only then that Chu Yinlong felt the whole thing was absurd in hindsight.
It was like one of those love brain romance plots… how could he do something like that? Somehow he lost all common sense after receiving a call after 3 a.m. in the morning?!
He drove for half an hour at 3 in the morning, just to recite the scriptures to lull someone to sleep. Even if he personally told others and published the news, everyone would think it was a joke – how is such a thing possible! How can Chu Yingdi do such crazy things, as if!
But he really did such a crazy thing.
The corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, as he hummed a silent self-mockery from his nose.
Chu Yinlong turned over and looked at the blurred outline of Jiang Dao’s face in the darkness of the room. Somehow, tonight’s sudden irrational behavior… felt worth it.
…
Early the next morning, Jiang Dao was woken up by the alarm clock. Sleepily turning on his phone, he turned off the alarm.
There were two messages hanging on the screen, both of which were sent by Jing Yu not long ago, one was a joke he forwarded, and the other was wishing him a happy November 11 “Attack Festival”.
Seeing the “Attack Festival” meme and November 11, Jiang Dao realized something and woke up.
He turned to the other side of the bed, and saw that Chu Yinlong had just woken up, looking over with half-open eyes.
Jiang Dao smiled and said, “Happy birthday!”
His voice was hoarse from sleep, so the words were a bit nasally, like a cat that had just woken up.
Chu Yinlong lay on the opposite side, quietly looking at Jiang Dao, with a tenderness in his eyes.
Jiang Dao subconsciously looked away, looked at the faint morning light outside the curtains, cleared his throat, and said, “I haven’t paid much attention to the date recently, I forgot… In fact, I should have congratulated you yesterday, but I only remembered when I saw the calendar in the morning… …Um, do you want anything?”
He remembered that in the book, people attach great importance to birthdays and gifts, so it’s better for him to follow local customs.
Chu Yinlong pulled out a hand from the quilt and lightly scratched the tip of Jiang Dao’s nose.
He smiled and replied, “No gifts are needed, this blessing from you is enough.”
“How’s this possible!” Jiang Dao disagreed, “I forgot your birthday, and I bothered you in the middle of the night. At least I have to… take care of breakfast, do you want anything?”
Chu Yinlong shook his head: “It’s nothing…”
Jiang Dao rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, lowered his voice and teased: “Then I’ll eat something below?”
Chu Yinlong: …
This expression, this tone, this sentence… this kid did it on purpose again.
Chu Yinlong really wanted to push him down on the bed and teach him a lesson, so he would be more wary of what to say and what not to say, especially to a man who had just woken up.
After Jiang Dao lit the fire, he quickly lifted the quilt and slipped out of bed. After sending a message to the assistant that he would take care of breakfast himself and head to the studio later, he slipped into the bathroom to wash up.
Unexpectedly, the assistant quickly replied: “The boss has asked for leave for you. Happy holidays.”
Looking at the WeChat message, Jiang Dao almost swallowed the toothpaste.
Holiday… How’s this holiday for him?!
Regarding the origin of the “Attack Festival” on November 11, in fact, this thing is also related to Chu Yinlong.
Originally, November 11 was called Singles’ Day as a joke, and not many people took it seriously. Then, Chu Yinlong became famous, and his birthday overlapped with this festival.
Many of Chu Yinlong’s fans were dissatisfied – how can November 11 be Singles’ Day? Our baby dragon will not be a bachelor, and he’s so good at fighting. Even if he’s still a child, he will definitely grow into an attack in the future. That’s right, when Chu Yinlong was a child star, he already had such an aura.
Therefore, on November 11, under the push of Chu Yinlong’s mother fans, girlfriend fans, wife fans, and “daughter fans”, it gradually became a “Attack Festival” recognized by the circle.
…However, the name soon spread to the gay circle, and gradually evolved into a festival where small 0’s1shou/neko/bottom focus on having fun.
All the above came from Jing Yu’s random entertainment news pop science messages.
Therefore, when the assistant said “happy holidays”, Jiang Dao was speechless.
Even if the original owner is indeed a zero, he currently does not want to accept this position.
But… if the other party is Chu Yinlong, it’s not like it’s impossible…
… Damn, what is he thinking?
Jiang Dao rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror, thinking that his thought just now was crazy.
After washing up quickly, Jiang Dao ran into the gym opposite the bedroom to vent his excess energy. After running five kilometers in half an hour, all thoughts stopped.
After taking a shower, he saw Chu Yinlong standing by the bedroom window on the phone. Jiang Dao didn’t bother him, and turned around and walked into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.
The noodles are ready-made, and there are only two eggs in the refrigerator – the assistant collected everything else to control his weight loss. Jiang Dao flipped through the cabinets for a long time before finding a bag of shrimp skin and unopened laver.
At least he can make seaweed and egg noodle soup… although it’s a bit basic.
Stir fry the shrimp skins, add cold water, bring the soup to a boil, add an egg, then boil the noodles, break up another egg, and finally scald the washed seaweed and add two drops of sesame oil.
In less than ten minutes, the smell of fresh food wafted out of the kitchen and filled the entire apartment.
“Smells good.” Chu Yinlong stood at the door of the kitchen, smiling as he watched Jiang Dao scoop the noodles into the bowl.
“There’s nothing left at home, just make do with it.” Jiang Dao was not polite, and handed over the bowl directly.
Chu Yinlong took the noodles Jiang Dao handed over, and carefully brought it to the dining room. After placing it on the table, he stared at it for a while without moving.
Jiang Dao sat down opposite Chu Yinlong: “What are you looking at? Worried it won’t taste good?”
Chu Yinlong shook his head, picked up his chopsticks, and revealed the poached egg hidden inside the bowl, and placed it on the top. Then, he picked up his phone and took a picture of the noodle bowl.
“Post on Weibo?” Jiang Dao was curious.
“Well, I should do some work on my birthday at least.” Chu Yinlong laughed. “Of course, if you don’t want to, I’ll post something else.”
“It doesn’t matter, post whatever you like.” Jiang Dao didn’t care, and instead joked, “As long as Chu Yingdi is not afraid being embarrassed to have such a bowl of noodles for his birthday breakfast. Your fans should be heartbroken.”
“No.” Chu Yinlong posted on Weibo and put his phone back on the table. “They won’t feel bad, but they may start a noodle competition in the chat.”
Chu Yinlong still knows his fans very well.
It was obviously not even seven o’clock in the morning, but after a minute of Chu Yinlong’s Weibo being sent, many comments appeared in an instant, making one suspect whether they were staring all morning at his account or something.
“Father Long happy birthday [cake] posting early this year [happy] [happy]”
“Ahhh, Brother Long happy birthday! This year, it’s actually longevity noodles for breakfast! I’ll get up and go downstairs to learn ramen from the noodle shop grandpa!”
“Happy birthday Chu Yingdi! Sure enough, longevity noodles are orthodox [proud]”
“Happy birthday to Brother Long [cake] looks very down to earth, did you cook it yourself?”
“Reply: Father Long cooking his own noodles? Are you telling a horror story [doge]”
“Reply: Hahahaha Brother Long is ill-fated with the kitchen. How can he cook noodles by himself!”
“Reply: Then… who cooked for him?”
This question raised a giant wave, and more replies began discussing possibilities of who cooked this bowl of noodles. Did Chu Yinlong cook it himself, or was it cooked for him by his mother, or the assistant… some pulled up his older posts, and inferred it wasn’t made by his mother. Then they started looking at the pattern on the table surface and determined this photo was 100% taken in Chu Yingdi’s home…
Jiang Dao rarely opened Weibo so when he saw the craze online, he was immediately amazed.
Chu Yinlong smiled and said: “If you want to take pictures and post on Weibo in the future, don’t take pictures of this table. I haven’t used the kitchen much, so you can take pictures of the countertops. Also… be careful of reflective metal surfaces or glass. Even the reflection on sunglasses can be used. Remember to be careful.”
Jiang Dao: …
“It’s okay, I haven’t posted for a long time, and didn’t you tell me to step back a little recently?” Jiang Dao said, and clicked into Chu Yinlong’s super chat, “Hey, they really started a noodle making competition!”
Less than 20 minutes after Chu Yinlong posted on Weibo, several breakfasts had already appeared in the super chat. Images included dried noodles, vermicelli, instant noodles, and many other kinds of noodles. Someone even spelled “Happy Birthday Brother Long” with seaweed on a bowl of instant noodles.
Jiang Dao read a few posts and said with a smile: “It’s over, I lost! Your fans are so talented, check it out! Videos of making knife-cut noodles are out!”
Chu Yinlong praised: “What you make is the best.”
Jiang Dao was speechless: “You can’t eat what other people make…”
…
CYL’s birthday
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