A CERTAIN SOMEONE ( THE ON1Y ONE )

Chapter 090 - Blunt Knife

His Words Finally Managed to Cheer Jiang Tian Up, and Jiang Tian Laughed Briefly.

Jiang Tian did not have a good sleep, but he still had several dreams anyway.
He dreamt of Du Cheng sticking his head out behind a cloud of smoke, saying, “Huanyu, he’s already this big? The last time I saw him was 10 years ago.”
He dreamt of Ji Huanyu saying to Jiang Ou, “Your son likes boys too, happy yet?”
He dreamt of Jiang Ou s c r e a m i n g, and as for him, he stood at the long alley in Wu Tong Wai. Leader, aged and elderly, was unmoving as it laid before his feet. Old Man Ding took a look at the cat and him, saying, “What a difficult situation, there’s no reviving. Leave.” And then closing the door to the courtyard right in front of his face.

He stood at the same spot, feeling both tired and ridiculous. He definitely wasn’t holding anything at all, but he wanted to prop his hands on his knees and rest for a bit.
He tried a few times, but no matter what he couldn’t bend over. All he felt was fatigue and agitation, and then he was startled awake from his dream.

Jiang Tian wasn’t sure where he fell asleep at the point his eyes shot open — all he saw was Sheng Wang sitting before him, a gentle light reflected in his eyes, his gaze focusing solely on him.
“Ge,” Sheng Wang breathed, and then he leaned closer, resting on a single elbow. He kissed the centre of his brows, the corner of his eyes, and his lips. He softly said, “You’re 18 now, I love you.”

Those feelings of agitation and sadness caused by his dreams instantly vanished; like someone had temporarily unloaded the steel plate pressing on his back, allowing him to bend over and catch his breath.
Jiang Tian turned the tides, grabbing the back of Sheng Wang’s neck wanting to kiss him back. However, he suddenly recalled that they were still in the living room — the most dangerous place in the house with people chancing upon them at any moment.
He stilled, and released his hand.
“What time is it?” Jiang Tian asked in a low voice. He had already sat up straight before he discovered a woolen blanket covering his body, only that it slid to his waist with his movement just now.
“Around 1.20am+.” Sheng Wang reported the time without even looking at his phone.
Jiang Tian felt his heart melting into a puddle. He reached out, and touched the other person’s face. He asked, “Have you been waiting all this time?”
“Nope, I’ve gone up and down the stairs quite a few times, and checked the time N number of times impatiently.” Sheng Wang pointed at the remote control on the coffee table, “I was just considering if I should hit you awake and pretend to be changing the channel. You probably felt the murderous vibes, so you woke up by yourself.”
Jiang Tian laughed, and just as he wanted to say something, someone opened the door to the bedroom in the distance. A pale white light leaked out from the gap, a long slanted line, directly cutting the sofa into two.
The two on the sofa broke apart in a hurry.

Sheng Mingyang shuffled over in his slippers, and softly asked, propping himself against the sofa, “Xiao-Tian’s awake? Hungry? Sun-jie’s white fungus soup is still being kept warm in the pot.”
“I’m not.” Jiang Tian lifted the blanket, and glanced towards the direction of the bedroom.

He was no good with being warm with people and getting along with them, he did not like to express goodwill. However, that did not mean that he was irrational. He knew no matter if it was Ji Huanyu or Du Cheng, no matter the trauma they’ve caused to Jiang Ou and him, none of that had anything to do with the Sheng household. Sheng Mingyang could have totally chosen to not bear with any of this, but he accepted everything without a complaint.

This gave Jiang Tian a rather odd feeling — it was as though the burden he had been solely shouldering was suddenly taken upon by Sheng Mingyang. He was supposed to be a little more relaxed now, but the truth was he didn’t feel that way at all. This was different from what he had long since been used to for many years, but rationally speaking, he knew he should either thank him or apologise.