Yu Haiyang didn’t go home, and Fang Jiangyuan didn’t go back to school–they got a room in a small hotel.
When the receptionist heard that they wanted a room with a double bed, he looked at them with a strange and even slightly disgusted look.
The room was cold and damp, and the bathroom didn’t look very clean.
Fang Jiangyuan sat down on the edge of the bed. Crouching down in front of him, Yu Haiyang looked up at him and said, “I’ll go buy you some food. Eat a little, okay?”
During dinner, Fang Jiangyuan ate very little. He had no appetite. Right then, he only lowered his head slightly and said to Yu Haiyang, “I don’t want to eat.”
Yu Haiyang held his hand, stood up to turn on the TV in the room, and said, “I saw a small congee shop next door just now. Wait for me a little, I’ll go buy porridge for you.”
With that said, he didn’t ask Fang Jiangyuan again and took the room key and left.
After almost half an hour, Yu Haiyang came back, carrying the packed hot congee, also bringing back clean towels and toothbrushes.
He put the things on the TV cabinet and dragged the chair to sit in front of Fang Jianyuan. He unpacked the bowl of hot congee with one hand and scooped up a spoonful of the vegetable congee with the other, bringing it to Fang Jianyuan’s mouth, “Eat some ba.”
Fang Jiangyuan placed his hands in the pockets of his down jacket and sat on the edge of the bed with his legs together. He stared at the small spoon for a while, then opened his mouth to let Yu Haiyang feed the congee into his mouth.
Yu Haiyang couldn’t help but smile. He continued to feed Fang Jianyuan congee spoonful by spoonful.
Fang Jianyuan maintained a calm demeanor, yet as he ate the congee, tears began to fall silently. This was the first time he had shed tears after meeting Yu Haiyang today. The tears fell in the spoon, in the bowl, and on Yu Haiyang’s fingers. Fang Jianyuan’s expression never changed from start to finish. He numbly ate the congee until Yu Haiyang stopped and put the bowl to the side.
“Xiao Yuan,” Yu Haiyang’s voice seemed as if he was on the verge of tears as well. He stood by the bed, bending down to kiss Fang Jianyuan’s tears.
But Fang Jiangyuan watched him in abrupt horror, immediately retreating. He lifted a hand to wipe his tears haphazardly and said to Yu Haiyang, “There will be a virus.”
Yu Haiyang reached out to grab his shoulder, appearing a little emotional, and said, “There won’t.”
Fang Jiangyuan wanted to break away from his hand.
Yu Haiyang said fiercely, “Then is it fine if I accompany you?” After saying that, he actually wanted to kiss Fang Jianyuan’s lips.
Fang Jianyuan struggled violently–like it was a fight on the brink of life and death. He pushed Yu Haiyang away, unable to take off his shoes before getting on the bed, and he frantically crawled to the corner of the bed, watching Yu Haiyang guardedly. “Don’t, I don’t want you to accompany me.
Yu Haiyang stood there looking at him, his eyes red. After a while, he smiled and said, “Fine, I won’t mess around. Let me hug you, okay? We won’t do anything else.” After that, he came around the edge of the bed towards Fang Jiangyuan.
Fang Jianyuan reached out and propped himself up, trying to get off the bed. He said, “I’m going to wash my face.”
He tried to bypass Yu Haiyang to go to the bathroom, but the man captured his wrist and held him as he passed by.
Pressing the back of his neck, Yu Haiyang kissed the top of his head and said, “Be good, we don’t need to be scared. It’ll be fine.”
Fang Jiangyuan couldn’t stand it any longer this time and cried in Yu Haiyang’s arms, his whole body trembling, making stifled and painful sounds.
At night, the lights in the room were turned off, and the two people slept on the bed, covered by the same blanket.
When Yu Haiyang fell asleep, he held Fang Jianyuan’s hand tightly, as if afraid that he would leave in secret–but Fang Jianyuan couldn’t sleep at all. He opened his eyes and raised his head, closing his lips tightly in the darkness, carefully kissing the soft skin behind Yu Haiyang’s ear.
Yu Haiyang didn’t rouse. Fang Jiangyuan whispered, “Forget about it, let’s end this once and for all.”
The next day, Yu Haiyang accompanied Fang Jianyuan to the CDC to collect his test results.
Fang Jianyuan signed his name to obtain the report, but didn’t dare to reach out to receive it.
After, Yu Haiyang held out his hand and took it for him. He took a look at the report and shot a glance at Fang Jianyuan. Fang Jianyuan lowered his head, his eyes hopelessly empty.
Yu Haiyang then lifted an arm to hold Fang Jianyuan and let him rest his head on his body. He picked up the report with his other hand and took a deep breath before reading the results.
Fang Jianyuan’s body gradually started to shake. He closed his eyes, not even daring to listen to the sound of rustling paper in Yu Haiyang’s hand.
After a while, he felt Yu Haiyang rocking him violently, then a hand pressed on the back of his neck to force him to look up. What met him was the sight of Yu Haiyang crying, but his tearful face was also accompanied by a smile.
“It’s okay, Xiao Yuan,” Yu Haiyang’s voice was hoarse, “it’s negative, you’re not infected.”
Fang Jiangyuan was struck blank for a while before he understood Yu Haiyang’s words. He grabbed Yu Haiyang’s arm, “Really?”
Yu Haiyang spread the report out in front of him, “Look.”
Fang Jiangyuan looked down to see that the results indeed showed that he didn’t possess any HIV antibodies. He stared at the report for a while, and then raised his head to look at Yu Haiyang.
They weren’t the only ones to receive the report at the window of the CDC, but Yu Haiyang couldn’t contain his emotions–holding Fang Jianyuan’s face and kissing him several times.
Fang Jianyuan’s face was red–he didn’t know whether it was because of the cold or the flurry of emotions. He kept looking at Yu Haiyang, his mind loosening up all of a sudden, but he couldn’t help but want to cry.
Yu Haiyang held his hand as they came out from the CDC. As they stood on the sidewalk, he said, “You haven’t eaten much since yesterday, let’s go to eat first now, okay? What do you want to eat?”
Across the street, there was an old lady pushing a three-wheeled cart selling baked sweet potatoes, and the fragrant heat wafted all the way over in the cold wind.
Fang Jiangyuan stared across the street in a daze.
Yu Haiyang asked, “Do you want to eat that?”
Fang Jianyuan nodded.
Yu Haiyang let go of his tight grip on Fang Jianyuan’s hand and said, “Wait for me for a while, I’ll go buy it for you.” With that, he ignored the traffic and ran across the street with large strides.
When Yu Haiyang bought baked sweet potatoes and returned to where they previously stood, he found that Fang Jianyuan was no longer there.
Fang Jianyuan sat on the bus that was gradually moving away, watching Yu Haiyang’s figure through the glass window until he could no longer see him. He carefully straightened up the scarf that hung around his neck, winding it twice and tightened it, then quietly looked onward.
The movie ended here.
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