"You like Yan Hang?" Zhou Chunyang finally got to the point.

"...Mm," Chu Yi answered, but suddenly felt a bit guilty. This was the first time he heard such words from someone else's mouth. He felt very uneasy, "Maybe, I'm not very, sure..."

"Then figure it out first." Zhou Chunyang said.

Chu Yi glanced at him: "Yes."

"Then that's that," Zhou Chunyang said, "If you already like Yan Hang, are you still going to say you're not gay?"

"Ah." Chu Yi gripped the stone, suddenly not knowing what to say.

"Can't accept that you're gay?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No," Chu Yi was still a bit dazed, "I don't know."

"If you are, you are, if not, then not. It's no big deal," Zhou Chunyang said, "If you can't accept it, let me give you a way to console yourself."

"What?" Chu Yi asked.

"Let me think," Zhou Chunyang cleared his throat, "This needs to be said in an artistic way."

"Oh." Chu Yi looked at him.

"You, haven't fallen for a man, you, have only fallen for Yan Hang..." Zhou Chunyang said emotionally.

Chu Yi looked at his expression and felt it was a bit annoying: "Isn't Yan Hang, a man?"

"I'm not finished," Zhou Chunyang frowned, but quickly changed back to an emotional expression, "And he just happens to be a man...Just console yourself like this."

"Will it work?" Chu Yi said.

"If you want to find a reason, it will work," Zhou Chunyang said, "If you don't want to find a reason, it won't work."

"Oh." Chu Yi lowered his head. He probably didn't need this kind of self-consolation. He hadn't thought that much about it in the first place.

"Heterosexual, homosexual, bisexual," Zhou Chunyang said, "Aren't they all just love? There's nothing to struggle over."

"Bi, bisexual?" Chu Yi was a bit shocked.

"Did you grow up in the mountains before coming here to study?" Zhou Chunyang looked at him, "The kind of mountains with no electricity?"

"No," Chu Yi said, "Right next, to my house is a commercial, street."

Zhou Chunyang opened his mouth: "I have nothing more to say."

Chu Yi smiled.

He knew what Zhou Chunyang meant. He probably thought he was too alien and didn't know anything.

But he really didn't know. He never pondered anything related to these things. Before, when the guys in the class gathered together to chat about some "unhealthy" content, even if he heard it, he had no feelings. He just felt that everything had nothing to do with him.

His life was just that simple. Try to avoid being bullied, pray that grandma doesn't go out and cause trouble, endure being scolded and beaten at home without making a sound, that was all.

It wasn't until he left home that he discovered he had so many things he "didn't know", and also discovered that he would face so many "unknowns".

"Does Yan Hang know?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"Huh?" Chu Yi collected his thoughts, "He knows."

"Not bad," Zhou Chunyang was a bit surprised, "You haven't even figured out what's going on yourself, and you went to confess?"

Confess.

Confess?

...Chu Yi suddenly realized that phone call was a confession, and instantly felt his face burn a little.

"What was his reaction?" Zhou Chunyang asked.

"No, no reaction," Chu Yi thought for a bit, "Just said he hadn't, thought about it."

"Then just give him time to think about it slowly." Zhou Chunyang said.

"Oh," Chu Yi responded, "You..."

"I have nothing," Zhou Chunyang said, "Don't take me as an imaginary enemy. I just have a good impression of Yan Hang, I'm not obsessed to the point of having to do anything."

"Ah." Chu Yi lowered his head and turned on the grinder.

"If in the end he clearly rejects you," Zhou Chunyang said, "You don't need to feel bad. Bro will take you to fly, the world is so big, there are so many handsome guys."

Chu Yi clicked his tongue and didn't say anything. He brought the stone in his hand close to the grinding wheel and lightly ground it, then brought it in front of his eyes to take a look. Not bad.

The world is so big, but what belongs to you is just that little bit. There are so many handsome guys, but the most handsome one he's seen is only Yan Hang.

The housekeeper was busy in the kitchen, and Yan Hang was lying on the sofa, holding a book in his hands.

He could still stay at home for about ten days, after which he had to go back to being busy at the restaurant. This period of free time was quite rare, and he had a lot of time to read.

But he couldn't really focus on reading.

Chu Yi hadn't sent him a message for two days.

Two days!

A whole two days!

It was very strange. Based on the frequency Chu Yi used to contact him before, the current situation must mean the mutt had amnesia.

Yan Hang sighed. He also hadn't planned to contact Chu Yi.

Chu Yi's heart was in chaos. Letting him slowly adjust on his own was most appropriate. No matter what he said or did, it would disturb Chu Yi.

But even though he said that, he was still worried.

Chu Yi was an especially simple person. One, two, three was just one, two, three, with no decimal points. But it was precisely because he was too simple that Yan Hang worried.

"Today it's not liquid food, but ordinary dishes," the housekeeper brought out the prepared dishes, "But it's relatively light, good for the wound."

"Thank you, sis." Yan Hang said.

"You're welcome," the housekeeper smiled and said, "Eat slowly, I'm leaving."

After the housekeeper left, Yan Hang got up and sat at the table, staring blankly at the dishes on the table.

Actually, the dishes made by the housekeeper were okay. Someone else would definitely find them delicious. But Yan Hang was quite picky. He could eat it, but couldn't eat it with relish.

It was just that the wound on his palm hadn't healed yet, so he couldn't cook. Otherwise, he would have cooked for himself long ago.

He sighed and picked up his chopsticks.

He definitely couldn't finish these dishes and they would go to waste. If Chu Yi was here, there would be no such worry. Not a single bite would be left.

Yan Hang raised his eyes and glanced at the opposite side of the table. It was empty, and he could see all the way through the open bedroom door to the balcony.

As usual, he only ate a little of this meal before he was full. After dealing with the leftovers, he left the bowls in the sink. The housekeeper would wash them when she came tomorrow.

There were still a few hours before he could fall asleep. Yan Hang lay back on the sofa and picked up his book.

Sometimes he would have doubts. With the same extreme idleness and boredom, how did he endure it before?

Even during the year he didn't see Chu Yi, he could still adapt in the same way.

It hasn't been long since the start of the new semester, but he's already feeling restless when facing loneliness and boredom.

People are really strange.

After 10pm, Cui Yi called: "I'll take you to the hospital to change your dressing tomorrow."

"No need, I can go by myself," Yan Hang said, "It's not like I can't walk."

"It's no trouble since it's only a couple more days," Cui Yi said.

"Okay." Yan Hang smiled.

The wounds on his waist and abdomen have healed a lot and don't need medication anymore, just covering with some gauze is enough. It's the wound on his hand that still needs dressing changes.

Yan Hang raised his hand and looked at it.

Thinking about it suddenly made him a bit annoyed. Chu Yi knows he's still "recuperating" at home, knows his wounds haven't healed and he needs to go to the hospital to change dressings, that even showering is troublesome... yet he's just ignoring it?

He took out his phone and looked.

Even if Chu Yi has changed a lot now, his WeChat status is still pretty much the same as before. He rarely posts Moments, so trying to understand his situation from his Moments is basically impossible.

So cool, dog bro.