Chapter 80 Part 2

“Let’s check in at the hotel first,” Yan Hang said, “Old Cui recommended a hotel that’s conveniently located and easy to get to the cemetery from.”

“Okay.” Chu Yi nodded, looking out the window, “Do you remem, remember these places?”

“I don't remember anymore,” Yan Hang said, “I only went to elementary school here and never came to this side. To me this is basically a strange city.”

“Oh.” Chu Yi responded.

“Actually I don't even remember where I lived when I was little.” Yan Hang sighed, “I have no impressions at all, almost no memories before starting elementary school.”

“Moron.” Chu Yi said.

“Are you asking for a beating?” Yan Hang glanced at him.

“I remember things from when I was three years old.” Chu Yi said.

“I probably...” Yan Hang frowned, “intentionally forgot. The human brain is very clever. It automatically forgets things that are too painful.”

Chu Yi looked at Yan Hang and didn’t say anything more.

The hotel Uncle Cui had specified was not bad. It had added a new building this year. Their room was in the new building. Everything was very new, at least it looked very clean.

“One bed is enough for us,” As soon as Chu Yi entered the room, he flopped down on the bed, “Two beds would be a waste.”

“Then you go tell the front desk that the two of us guys want to switch to a room with a big bed.” Yan Hang said.

“I was just casually saying.” Chu Yi said with a laugh.

Yan Hang took a turn around the bathroom. He also pulled open the curtains to look outside: “The environment is not bad. The window overlooks the parking lot, quiet, and you can see cars.”

“Uncle Cui’s car must be pretty expensive?” Chu Yi asked.

“Yeah,” Yan Hang nodded, “Very expensive for us. Over 700,000 yuan. We can't afford to lose it.”

Chu Yi thought for a moment: “Then is 200,000 yuan too cheap for your future car?”

“Uncle Cui's first car was only 50,000 yuan.” Yan Hang jumped onto the bed, pressed Chu Yi down, kissed him, and stroked his eyebrows, “The 200,000 yuan plan is already very ambitious.”

“Yeah,” Chu Yi smiled. He put his hand inside Yan Hang’s clothes and stroked his back, “Can 200,000 yuan buy a big car? An SUV?”

“It can. You like big cars?” Yan Hang asked.

“More convenient for trips.” Chu Yi said.

“Alright, when we have a car in the future, we’ll try to take a trip once a year.” Yan Hang lowered his head and gently licked Chu Yi’s neck, then clicked his tongue, “Damn, salty.”

Chu Yi didn’t speak, just giggled.

“Go take a shower,” Yan Hang got off the bed, “Even salty cabbage dogs don’t taste good.”

Chu Yi took his clothes for a shower. From the sounds of it, he was still excited about the trip, humming songs while washing up.

Unfortunately after nearly 18 years this guy only knew how to sing Counting Ducks, counting every day.

Yan Hang sighed and looked at his phone.

It was after 3 pm. He would go to the cemetery later, then could make it back in time for dinner. Uncle Cui had also given him the addresses of several restaurants, saying they were pretty good tasting and could try them out.

Although Uncle Cui didn't say it outright, from the names they didn't seem like high-end places, probably just night market stalls that he and Dad used to frequent.

“Done with your shower?” Yan Hang asked from outside the bathroom door.

“Washing my hair,” Chu Yi said from inside, “When you shower I’ve never rushed you even if it takes half an hour.”

Through the glass of the bathroom, Yan Hang could vaguely see Chu Yi's body. He took out his phone to check the time again, thinking he should still have time for some extra recreational activity.

So he went to get his change of clothes and pushed open the bathroom door to squeeze himself in.

"What are you doing?" Chu Yi asked with a head full of shampoo bubbles as he looked at him.

"Guess," Yan Hang took off his shirt.

As soon as he took off his pants, Chu Yi pounced on him to hug him and gave his face and neck a kiss, smearing him with bubbles.

After finishing the recreational activity and shower, as they walked out of the bathroom, Chu Yi suddenly looked up nervously, "There aren't any cameras, right!"

"Don't know," Yan Hang said as he dried his hair, "With such a good figure, even if there are cameras, no need to be ashamed."

"What kind of logic is this?" Chu Yi looked at him in surprise.

"Handsome guy's logic," Yan Hang said.

"Oh," Chu Yi still looked at him.

"Let's get ready quickly," Yan Hang opened the curtains to look outside, "I'll take you to the cemetery first, then we'll go back and have the meal Old Cui recommended at...Memory Lane."

"Okay," Chu Yi pulled up his pants, "Do we need to buy anything like incense or spirit money?"

"No need," Yan Hang smiled, "My dad probably doesn't do any of those things."

"Okay," Chu Yi nodded.

Suddenly he felt a little nervous.

He didn't know why he felt nervous, but the nervousness persisted since he and Yan Hang walked out of the room with their coats on.

It felt like... meeting the parents, that kind of nervousness.

Though Chu Yi didn’t really know why the thought of meeting parents popped into his head, and he also didn’t know if meeting parents actually made people this nervous. Besides, he hadn’t been this nervous the first time he met Uncle Yan... But in any case, he was nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Yan Hang probably sensed his emotions, pulling him closer and whispering, “Are you… scared? How about you wait in the room, and I’ll go by myself…”

“No no no no,” Chu Yi quickly waved his hand, “It’s not that.”

“Hm?” Yan Hang looked at him.

“I’m… nervous,” Chu Yi said softly.

“Nervous?” Yan Hang was surprised.

“Meeting the parents.” Chu Yi’s voice got even smaller.

“It’s just a tombstone,” Yan Hang paused, then after a few seconds couldn’t help but laugh, “You’re going to kill me with laughter, baby.”

Chu Yi clicked his tongue.

“It’s fine,” Yan Hang said, “Once we find the place, you don’t have to be nervous. I’ll do the talking. Normally when you meet parents, you just say, ‘Dad, Mom, this is my wife, I brought her to meet you…’”

“Wife?” Chu Yi looked at him.

“Spouse?” Yan Hang looked back at him.

Chu Yi didn’t say anything.

“Well, not appropriate. After all, you’re a guy,” Yan Hang nodded, “So I guess I’ll say, ‘This is my boyfriend, not like we’re getting married anyway.’”

Chu Yi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but then thought better of it and didn’t speak.

He just felt a bit confused, like Yan Hang’s way of expressing something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t figure out what.

The cemetery was in the suburbs, about an hour’s drive from the hotel with no detours, easy to find.

It wasn’t the time for tomb sweeping, so the cemetery was very quiet, with only two or three cars in the parking lot.