[BL] I Picked up a Husband While Trying To Become An Author

Story 6.5 Xihan

Ming Yu, 15. Xihan 11

Countdown: 7 years to go before turning 18. -Xihan

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Today too. It's cold.

The season before winter, Autumn. Where the leaves fall from their branches and pile up decorating the grey pavements orange.

Xihan woke up and waited outside his neighbor's door.

No one came out though, but his mind was telling him to wait. Just 5 minutes more or even a few seconds.

The door creaked open and he smiled but it was Huang who came out.

"Xiaohan? Xiaoyu already left. You aren't leaving yet?"

"I was about to. Goodbye." He nodded his head in greeting.

On the road walked a youth. A blue scarf around his neck and both hands were kept inside his pockets, away from the cold.

But in Huang's eyes. The youth didn't seem to feel warm at all.

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"Xihan!" Someone called out to him and placed a hand over his shoulder. He shook it away but Feng Zhenhao was persistent, unfazed and even hugged him closer.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! I heard that our school fairies are eyeing on you? Xihan my friend, care to introduce me?" He chuckled in excitement.

"Ask them yourself."

"I need you. Xihan, my brother. Be my wingman okay? Help this virgin brother of yours to have a chance with our goddess Xu Anru! I'll do your homework for you! I'll be your slave for the month!" He happily grinned wishfully thinking that this bribe was such a success. Xihan heartlessly walked pass the virgin fool and ignored him.

"Oh yeah.  I haven't been seeing that senior around you lately? You guys okay?"

Xihan slowed down his steps and came into a halt. It wasn't due to Zhenhao but because the corner of his eye caught Ming Yu's silhouette. 

He could never mistake it even if he was mixed within a huge crowd. He'd traced that back with his on hands so many times, how can he? He could easily picture it in his mind.

"Isn't that him? I heard that he'll be performing for the music event. Does he sing well?"

He didn't reply to the question and stared blankly. Ming Yu was happily talking to his friends. The circle without him in it.

He joined the music club. I did not know.

He played the guitar. I did not know.

Did he sing well? This I don't know either.

There was a lot of things unknown to him but he didn't ask. Ming Yu was free to do what he wanted.

Free.

Xihan didn't move and simply watched. Ming Yu flashed a smile and laughed, it wasn't boisterous one yet was pleasant to hear, a comfortable timber. His hand reached to hold the guitar strap on his shoulder and then tilted his head to where the door was, issuing them to go inside. 

He only moved away when Ming Yu disappeared together with them into the building.

"Are you two ... fighting?"

"No." 

"You scum of the earth, kneel down, kiss the ground and beg for forgiveness~" Zhenhao flapped his nasty mouth and receive a slap on the head.

"Ow! The hell---!" He rubbed it when the burning heat lingered on his skin. He glared at Xihan however unlike him, the other person's gaze was cold and his brows were knit together.