Chapter 8
Getting out of Xu Hengzhi’s car, Jiang Chaochao routinely said to him: “Tell me when you get home.”
Xu Hengzhi was in particularly high spirits because of something: “O-K!”
Jiang Chaochao was inexplicably amused by him: “Crazy.”
He was going back alone, so Jiang Chaochao gradually withdrew from the world of Xu Hengzhi.
He took out his phone, opened Xu Hengzhi’s WeChat, and started typing.
“I’m not as… as you think…” “Xiang Ye and I aren’t…” “You don’t have to be so enthusiastic about this…” …
Typing and deleting, nothing he typed seemed appropriate.
Finally, he only sent: “Just casually ask around.”
After arriving home, Jiang Chaochao finished his own things, took a comfortable bath, and then threw himself onto the bed.
Xu Hengzhi had replied to him a few minutes ago, two messages.
Xu Hengzhi: “I’m home.”
Xu Hengzhi: “I know, I know, I got it.”
Sometimes Jiang Chaochao was grateful that Xu Hengzhi understood him, but sometimes he was also troubled by the fact that Xu Hengzhi understood him too well.
Someone tagged him in Bianbian’s group chat. Jiang Chaochao turned on the bedside lamp and sprawled comfortably on the bed.
It was Xiuxiu. After sending the drawing to the lucky recipient chosen by Bianbian, she shared the recipient’s over-the-top compliments in the group chat.
The message was already buried under 99+ newer messages, but Jiang Chaochao still quoted it and replied, “I saw it.”
Since he was already there, Jiang Chaochao scrolled back a few pages.
It was all casual chatter. A group member was talking about her handsome uncle.
Bianbian had a vague impression of this uncle. Perhaps this group member had mentioned him at some point before. By the time Bianbian noticed, this uncle was already recognized as a super handsome guy by the group members.
She had probably shared pictures, but Bianbian hadn’t had the chance to see them.
This group member was saying that someone had mistaken her uncle for her older brother again. Then she said that her uncle seemed to be in a good mood today, and had suddenly sent her a big red envelope.
She also said that tonight, she witnessed her uncle reject another friend request.
But because of Jiang Chaochao’s sudden appearance, the topic of the uncle disappeared. The diligent forgot their diligence, the farmers forgot their hoes, everyone rushed to welcome Teacher Bianbian.
“Teacher Bianbian, you’re here!”
“Good evening, Teacher Bianbian”
“Teacher Bianbian, your drawing this time is really amazing!”
“When are Teacher Bianbian’s drawings ever not good!”
…
No one dislikes praise. Jiang Chaochao, feeling validated, was naturally happy. He was in a good mood, so he sent a red envelope in the group to thank everyone.
With the red envelope, everyone became even happier and more excited, each one grabbing their share and then starting to shower him with more compliments.
Someone asked: “Teacher Bianbian, did something good happen to you recently?!”
Bianbian shouldn’t have had anything good happen to him, but, damn it, a figure inexplicably popped into his mind.
Jiang Chaochao immediately shook off the image.
Just as he was about to reply in the group that he was simply in a good mood, the next group member asked: “Teacher Bianbian, how are things going with the super handsome guy?!”
Jiang Chaochao deleted the two words he had already typed.
How are things going?
How are things going with Xiang Ye?
Anyway, no one here knew him.
Bianbian: “We added each other on WeChat today!”
Not bad, after sending this message, everyone predictably went “Ahhhh.”
“Wow, there’s a follow-up, a follow-up!”
“As expected of our Teacher Bianbian!”
“No kidding, if Teacher Bianbian makes a move, the world is mine.”
“Who wouldn’t like Teacher Bianbian!”
“Who wouldn’t like Teacher Bianbian!”
“Who wouldn’t like Teacher Bianbian!”
…
Jiang Chaochao really didn’t want to laugh.
But who could resist?
After everyone finished their round of excitement, Jiang Chaochao appeared, and said slowly: “We just added each other on WeChat.”
Bianbian: “We added each other because of something.”
After sending this sentence, Jiang Chaochao, rather mischievously, thought to himself, Go on, my group friends.
Two seconds later.
“What ‘something,’ adding on WeChat is adding on WeChat.”
“What does adding on WeChat mean? Who doesn’t know?!”
“Who would add someone on WeChat like that if they weren’t interested?!”
“Can add on WeChat today, can get in bed tomorrow.”
“Can add on WeChat today, can get in bed tomorrow.”
“Can add on WeChat today, can get in bed tomorrow.”
…
Jiang Chaochao, holding his phone outside the screen, was very satisfied.
His little secret thoughts were not being spied on.
But that was all that happened today. Jiang Chaochao finally sent an emoji and left the group chat.
Many teachers had posted about the performance on their WeChat Moments tonight. Jiang Chaochao thought for a moment, found some group photos with him in them, thought of a suitable caption, and, while it was still relevant, posted on his Moments as well.
After posting, he started scrolling and liking posts.
Scrolling and liking, he came across a friend called “XY.”
He had posted two pictures, one of the large ensemble stage, and one close-up, with the caption, “Shici was great.”
Jiang Chaochao also liked this gentleman’s post.
After scrolling to the bottom, Jiang Chaochao exited.
It was already late at night, but he seemed to be a bit excited, with no sleepiness at all.
Jiang Chaochao stared at the ceiling for a while, and finally, on a whim, opened Weibo and typed in the ID he remembered.
There were so many people called “Hefeng.” Fortunately, Xiang Ye’s profile picture was easy to recognize, and he also had relatively more followers, so it didn’t take Jiang Chaochao much time.
After clicking in, Jiang Chaochao casually scrolled through his posts.
Most were reposts, and most of the reposts were related to his work.
But there were still some gains, such as the name of Mr. Hefeng’s company, the address of Mr. Hefeng’s company, and that Mr. Hefeng worked in the internet industry.
Forgive Jiang Chaochao’s stereotypical thinking, it was just that this was the first time he had seen such a stylish IT guy, he was a little surprised.
There wasn’t much to see, so he went back to the four-picture Weibo post that Xu Hengzhi had mentioned.
It was worth mentioning that this four-picture post was the only Weibo post in the past two years where Xiang Ye had shared pictures of himself.
No wonder Xiang Ye’s friend said in the comments that he had begged Xiang Ye for a long time before he finally agreed to post them. It seemed quite rare.
Earlier, when he was looking at this Weibo post on Xu Hengzhi’s phone, he was a bit embarrassed. Now, Jiang Chaochao was completely uninhibited.
Taking advantage of the quiet night, taking advantage of being alone, taking advantage of the fact that no one would know what he was doing, he looked and looked.
Zooming out, zooming in, looking at his face, his eyes, his mouth, his nose, his jawline, his fingers…
So ridiculous, so handsome…
Jiang Chaochao minimized the last picture and clicked into the comments.
Then clicked into the Weibo of the commenter, Xiang Ye’s friend.
He didn’t know until he clicked, and once he clicked, he was shocked. The screen was full of Xiang Ye.
Jiang Chaochao’s eyebrows shot up, instantly settling into this friend’s Weibo account.
This friend seemed to be a photographer. His Weibo bio included the name of his photography studio.
Of course, his Weibo wasn’t all Xiang Ye, there were other people, but Xiang Ye was just too strikingly handsome, making it difficult to notice anyone else.
Sorry, at this moment, Jiang Chaochao was a bit obsessed with Xiang Ye.
Hee hee.
And there were so many different versions of Xiang Ye.
Seeing a picture of Xiang Ye with a buzz cut from six months ago, Jiang Chaochao almost didn’t recognize him.
He was startled, but also thoroughly appreciated it.
It was a very different style, making him look even more sharp and defined.
In stark contrast, just a day before that post, was long-haired Xiang Ye.
Of course, it wasn’t that long, just slightly longer than it was now. He had even tied it up in a small bun at the back. The key point was, his long hair was that kind of trendy but very difficult-to-pull-off perm, and his outfit was a very distinctive post-apocalyptic grey style.
But even like this, he could still…
Be this handsome.
It was so unfair.
For this long-haired post, Xiang Ye’s friend had written, “This man said he’s going to shave his head, quickly took some handsome pictures.”
Jiang Chaochao scrolled up to the buzz cut Xiang Ye post, the caption was, “Damn, still so handsome.”
Jiang Chaochao could picture it now. At the end of his long-haired phase, Xiang Ye was dragged by his friend to take pictures, and after taking them, he shaved his head.
So decisive, so cool.
Truly Xiang Ye.
And how obsessed with Xiang Ye was Jiang Chaochao at this moment? Not only did he frantically save the pictures, he also…
He also…
Jiang Chaochao was back on Xiang Ye’s Weibo.
He also clicked into the comment section of that post.
What was he doing? He remembered Xu Hengzhi’s words, “You should also call him ‘husband.’”
You should also call him ‘husband.’
In fact, Jiang Chaochao had already typed the words.
At this moment, in the text box, were the grand words, “Husband, you know, I’ve never had a husband since I was young.”
Jiang Chaochao took a light breath, exhaled slowly, and in one go, clicked send.
Whoosh, sent successfully.
Jiang Chaochao, admit it, you are also a bit crazy sometimes.
