Title: 不正经关系 (Improper Relationship)
Author：御小凡 (Yu Xiaofan)
Translator: K (@kin0monogatari)
Protagonists ：严海安 (Yan Hai’an – MC), 孙言 (Sun Yan – ML)
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The sex continued on and off into the evening. The two never left each other during the time and they kept the state of not ejaculating. They didn’t even feel urgent or uncomfortable about it.
After finally climaxing, the two fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Yan Hai’an woke up in the early hours of the morning. He slept so much this time that he no longer feels sleepy at all. The blanket slipped off of his body and he was subconsciously pulled by a hand from the other side of the blanket.
Sun Yan pulled him close and he moved slightly. He then turned over.
Yan Hai’an stopped moving. He didn’t want to wake Sun Yan.
However, Sun Yan was already muttering and asking, “What time is it?”
Yan Hai’an glanced out of the window: “Five or six o’clock in the morning.”
Sun Yan sat up and retrieved the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 5:56 a.m. He let out a long sigh of relief, bent one leg, put his elbow on it, and looked at Yan Hai’an with the little light and shadow on his side.
He asked, “You’re feeling better?”
Yan Haian was stunned: “What?”
Sun Yan’s hair was messy. He reached out and rubbed it. After yawning, he reached out and rubbed Yan Hai’an’s head instead: “If you’re exhausted, take a good rest, okay?”
Yan Hai’an: “…What’s the matter with you? Do you want me to thank you?”
Although he did feel that his body and mind had undergone a thorough massage with his mind extremely clear and relaxed, Sun Yan’s tone of belittling his energy when they went to bed was really unspeakable.
“You’re welcome.” Sun Yan looked at the window again, “Wanna sleep a little longer?”
“No, I can’t sleep.” Yan Hai’an took off the blanket and looked for his underwear everywhere. But he didn’t find his own, he found Sun Yan’s. He shoved it to Sun Yan: “Get up. You are sitting on my underwear.”
Sun Yan lifted his thighs and asked him to pull off his underwear and put them on: “Then are you leaving now?”
He stretched out on the bed. The obvious muscles on his body were pulled into smooth lines. It is a very beautiful male body. Yan Hai’an was not careful and his eyes glanced back and forth a few times.
Sun Yan got out of bed and walked to the window and pulled the curtains slightly. The sky was a little brighter: “The weather looks good today. Let’s jog outside.”
After speaking, Sun Yan remembered that Yan Haian also seemed to have the habit of jogging in the morning: “How about we go together? After jogging, you can have breakfast and then leave.”
Yan Hai’an got out of bed and turned to Sun Yan. He was tall and straight, like a sky-shattering bamboo. It was hard not to fall in love with his looks: “I don’t have sports clothes and shoes. You want me to run naked?”
“Wear mine. Oh! That reminds me of something…” Sun Yan sniffed, wrapped his body in his pyjamas casually, and went out to wake Xu Hong.
“Don’t bother!” Yan Hai’an didn’t even have time to stop him and he couldn’t chase after him naked. After waiting for half an hour, Sun Yan came back with something: “Hey, this one that was sent from the store was too small to fit me.”
There are several brand stores that regularly send the brothers clothes. Some of them are unsuitable for them. Sun Yan and Sun Ling are too lazy to bother with it, so they don’t care. But it came in handy this time.
At this point, Yan Hai’an just changed into it. Sun Yan is tall and has long legs. Even if the size is small, it is still a bit long for Yan Hai. Sun Yan went into the closet to change his clothes and when he came out, he swept him from beginning to end, approached and crouched down, and rolled up his trousers for him: “It’s good now. Let’s go.”
Fortunately, the shoes were still suitable and the two trotted when they went out. Sun Yan didn’t deliberately hold back his pace. He always felt that Yan Hai’an could keep up. Sure enough, the two kept at the same speed one after the other and ran around the community for more than half an hour.
Occasionally there are dog walkers and joggers on the road. Generally speaking, it is very quiet. They jog quietly in the fresh air full of vitality in the morning. It felt even better that there was someone jogging by the side. Even if you don’t speak, that kind of company feels very good.
Sun Yan glanced at Yan Hai’an. He was wearing a light grey sports suit. His eyes were fixed to the front and he did not waver at all. At first glance, he felt that Mo Yisheng looked good. But in fact, Yan Hai’an also looked good, with fresh and bright eyes unlike Mo Yisheng’s glass-like internal and external thoroughness which had a cold and unapproachable feeling.
Sun Yan knew that his interest in Yan Hai’an was a bit too much. This realisation made him feel a little tight in his chest. He needed a friend to play with, a decent bed partner for stimulation and venting.
He doesn’t need to understand them.
But the reality is that he is understanding Yan Hai’an and also intends to let Yan Hai’an understand himself. It was a feeling that was hard to tell. It was as if there was an irresistible force pulling the lives of the two of them together and crumpling them together.
The fear in Sun Yan’s heart flashed past. It was so light and fast that he couldn’t even admit it to himself.
Because they got up too early, it wasn’t even seven o’clock before the two returned from their jog. Xu Hong prepared white porridge for them, accompanied by a few plates of side dishes and a few handmade steamed buns. There was also a plate of truffle omelettes per person, black crumbs sprinkled on the golden sun eggs. They can scent the strong aroma.
Sun Yan was suddenly reminded of something: “Are you able to repair paintings?”
“Repair? What kind of painting is it?” Yan Hai’an shook his head without waiting for him to answer, “This usually requires a special restorer and ordinary painters can’t do it.”
“It’s not an antique.” Sun Yan finished his last mouthful of porridge, “It’s a painting I bought on the street before. I haven’t touched it much, but why did it crack?”
“Bought it on the street? Are you sure it’s an oil painting?” Seeing Sun Yan nodding, he thought that he was a serious person who bought oil paintings, so he might not be able to tell the difference. Yan Hai’an said, “Actually, oil painting is an art. The product is inherently self-deteriorating. If the primer is not applied properly, or the varnish is not properly applied, the storage time will be greatly shortened. How long have you bought it?”
Sun Yan made a rough calculation: “9 years? Or 10 years? I can’t remember.”
Yan Hai’an said with understanding: “It’s no wonder. It was so long.”
Sun Yan said: “In short, you should take a look first. If you can’t do it, you can help me find a professional to do it.”
Presumably the small painting on the street is not a good thing. But if It can be preserved to this day and even wanting to go through the trouble to find someone to repair it, it seems that this person rea;;y likes this painting very much.
Yan Hai’an couldn’t help but arouse a little interest. After eating breakfast, he went upstairs to Sun Yan’s room.
“It was hung there before.” Sun Yan pointed to the wall beside the bed, “But now it’s put away. I didn’t have this awareness before.”
He laughed at himself and took out a drawing board that was wrapped in several layers from the closet. Yan Hai’an knew at a glance that it was a standard size, either 33*22 or 35*24.
The painting has been unravelled. This is an uncharacteristic landscape painting. Probably every person who learns to paint has painted such a painting. The only difference is that this painting follows the path of Impressionism. The subject is a tree and the mottled appearance of the sun completely conforms to what the painter saw at the time. The day of sketching must have been a good day, because the whole painting is filled with a layer of gold, which matches with the sturdy tree to create a vibrant world.
Yan Hai’an frowned, feeling more and more familiar with this painting.
Sun Yan carefully handed him the painting: “Look. It’s cracked here.”
Yan Hai’an held it in his hand and a mallet was knocked off his head. He couldn’t even control his face. His eyes and mouth opened wide together.
Sun Yan felt something was wrong. Seeing him stiff as if he was holding down the pause button, he snapped his fingers in front of him strangely: “What’s wrong?”
“…This is what I drew…” Yan Hai’an stroked his fingers on the canvas, turned to look carefully at the lower right corner, and the thin lines cut by many small cracks really traced a freehand word for peace.
In the third year of high school, during the training camp, there was the picture frame. The classroom was full of paint and the smell of turpentine. He can even remember the mood when he was thinking of the person he was going to give the painting away to. And the regret he felt when the painting was stolen.
Time flies. And that boy had already passed ten years.
Yan Hai’an raised his head almost in despair and asked, “Why is this painting here with you?”
He seemed unable to believe the various coincidences and couldn’t help but repeat: “Why is this painting here with you?”
“I bought it…” Sun Yan was stunned after saying that.
With the same disbelief, he asked back, “How could this painting be painted by you?”
Sun Yan’s heart trembled and there was an indescribable feeling of surprise. He came across this painting when he was most regretful and looked at it to calm down when he was shaken in the future. He had thought countless times about what kind of person the painter of this painting was. He must be full of joy and hope. He also knew that he would never come to know who that person was.
But today, he met that person.
The two of them looked at each other in disbelief. They didn’t know each other at that time, but they were already connected in such an extreme coincidence.
In an instant, the fate that suddenly reigns in ordinary life can really be shocking. The overwhelming emotions swept through the mind. They were too complex and made a huge impact. It seemed that it was too late to taste it. But it did take something away but it also brought something back.
Then, everything began to feel a little different.
“This painting…” Prompted by the subtle atmosphere in the air, Sun Yan coughed twice, feeling what he should say, but realised that he had exposed his love for this painting to Yan Hai’an. The man who never faltered even when he went to bed with others suddenly felt a little embarrassed, “Ehem. The painting is good. You must have been in a good mood when you painted this painting, right?”
More than good, simply too good to be true, Yan Hai’an thought.
Yan Hai’an lowered his head to look at the painting and said slowly, “I was in a hurry for this painting. I applied varnish before the paint dried. So you see, the picture is a little foggy.”
He would not deny Sun Yan’s evaluation. In all fairness, among all of his works, this painting is definitely the best. The best as in… not like those painted by someone who is very talented.
But it was all because he wanted to give it to that person.
He embraced the sweetness and longing of his first love. So he fully integrated his feelings into this canvas.
It was the innocent love of a young man that endowed this painting with an unparalleled spirituality.
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Next update: 2022.06.01
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*Translator’s note: Isn’t it sweet? They were already connected to one another even before meeting each other. I liked this part the most in the story. It’s really romantic. Oh but Yan Hai’an’s 1st love is a piece of sh*t! -K
