Episode 5

After a friendly meeting with the three patriarchs, Chen Zhen had deeply felt the authentic "Chinese hospitality" these days.

This was because Chen Zhen's attitude made the heads of the three major families very satisfied.

After all, how empathetic and witty 'the new lord' he was. It showed that he would not mix up, and euphemistically said, "I was bored at the headquarters for too long and came out to see the world" and "go home to see the great mountains and rivers in motherland." and "by the way, see if you have any difficulties that I will help you solve"...

If you ignore the cruel words he put in the beginning, then Liu Changsheng could really feel that Chen Zhen was indeed here for a trip.

Everyone reduced their hostility towards him, and Liu Changsheng naturally began to consider how to draw in the descendant of noble ancestor of the blood race. This had caused Chen Zhen to be annoyed these days.

Chen Zhen was nervously devoting himself to review that day. He started reading from 8 in the morning to the afternoon, he was dizzy. A group of bats came from the window with the wind, broke into Chen Zhen’s house, and covered a letter on his math problems.

Chen Zhen put down the pen, and opened the letter with a knife.

The characters are written in pigeon blood, which was pretty particular.

"Yours sincerely, Chen Zhen, Liu's family had taken care of everything for the Master to eat, live, and play. Please forgive me for my inadequate hospitality. The following is my respect..."

Then the following was a string of amazing...spot introductions and...arrangements.

"Bixia Mount is a national 4a-level scenic spot. It is famous for its surrounding mountains and lush and evergreen trees. It has a legend that it was formed by falling stones when Nvwa (a goddess in Chinese mythology) patched up the sky. It contains a panda base, Nvwa pond, natural hot springs, and wild plants. Animal world and other scenic spots. In Bixia Peak, you can feel..."

"Jiajin Mountain is a provincial-level scenic spot, and the first snow mountain that the China's Red Army overcame in the 25,000-mile Long March..."

"Yele Nature Reserve is located in the northern part of Mianning County, Sichuan, bordering the southern part of Shimian, and is a provincial-level nature reserve..."

...... What ulterior ties might the Liu family have with the travel agency?

After the two-page introduction to the scenic spots was over, Chen Zhen's eyelids trembled and turned to the back.

After the introduction to the historical sites, there was a page full of delicious food!

Such ad fish casserole, asbestos barbecue, dada noodles, spring rollscasserole, Shimain barbecue, Dada noodles, spring rolls, Liu Changsheng was still kind enough to attach photos that, which looks like a hotel brochure?

Finally, Liu Changsheng wrote at the end: "Master, please select the attractions and foods you are interested in. I will arrange for you to play in a while."

...Was this an order? Also checked?

Chen Zhen had a headache after saw them, and tore off a piece of draft paper and wrote a reply to Liu Changsheng: "Sincerely, Patriarch Liu, I am preparing for the college entrance examination recently, and the play have been postponed indefinitely. Please do not disturb recently, please remember."

After he finished writing, he threw the paper to the bats, watched them go away, and then lowered his head to continue to read his appreciation of ancient poems.

This was too difficult. Chen Zhen can communicate with people normally in Chinese, and writing Chinese was barely understandable... But the eight-hundred-word composition of profound feelings, and the filling in and appreciation of poetry, which always kept him at a loss, were killing him.

The world was so unsatisfactory. When a person wanted to study hard, there always seemed to be so much trouble to interrupt you.

Chen Zhenzheng was overwhelmed by the ancient poems in front of him that he couldn't read, and the phone rang again continuously.

He flicked the pen irritably and looked at the person who called him: Bai Lin.

"Patriarch Bai." When he took it up, he felt that he was already suppressing his anger.

"Hi, master! Is there any arrangements for my master today? I asked a few good friends of the blood race to come out to play mahjong. It's okay, Patriarch Liu is not here. Let me tell you. You don't need to feel embarrassed or anything..."

When Chen Zhen heard it halfway, he indifferently hung up, and threw the phone on the book.

He rubbed his forehead, took a cup of frozen beef blood in the refrigerator, drank it in one gulp, and then continued to cheer himself up: it's okay.

Just the college entrance examination? Chen Zhen you can!

As a result, when he picked up the pen again, the phone rang again.

This time Chen Zhen was really angry from his feet to the top of the head. He picked up the phone and started to threaten him, "Patriarch Bai, do you know that I have the right to deal with the life and death of the blood race? Even if you are a pure blood I can tear you to pieces, too! Listen carefully, if you call me again before June 6th, I'll..."

"Vidar."

Chen Zhen's words stopped abruptly.

Lilith interrupted Chen Zhen with a smile, "I know you have the right to deal with the life and death of the blood race, what's the matter, who has offended you? Is the Patriarch over there giving you trouble?"

Chen Zhen was dumb for a while, "...No, they didn't bother me. They were too...enthusiastic."

Lilith's voice still smiled, "Why can’t they find you before June 6, what are you up to?"

Chen Zhen glanced at the exercise in front of him, rolled his eyes irritably, "Preparing for the college entrance examination."

Lilith had never heard of this term. Chen Zhen explained it to her for a long time before she said vaguely, "Is it the same as the British a-level? Why are you taking this exam?"

Chen Zhen sighed, "It's completely different from A-level. It's too difficult. The exam is for legal admission. We are a blood race respecting human rules. Of course, we must use a legal way to enroll."

"Are you going to school?" Lilith was even more suspicious, "Why?"

Chen Zhen pointed at the exercise book in front of him, "Because... the situation in the location of the headquarters in China is very wrong, I need an identity... at the center of the whirlpool to uncover this mystery."

"Oh." Lilith replied, and inadvertently hit him, "I remember that Chinese teachers used to say that your Chinese writing is very ugly. Will there be any problems in the exam?"

Chen Zhen: "... Am I not practicing now?"

He spoke Chinese well, and the language teacher said that he is very talented, and his learning can be considered native. But... writing and speaking are completely different, this is written...

Too difficult, too difficult, too painful.

Lilith laughed, and then her tone became serious again, "Vidar, you have to remember that your purpose of going to China is to transition. You have to come back to take over the European headquarters after one year of assignment. You can't make any major problems. Definitely can’t."

Chen Zhen was the heir of the great elder. After the coming-of-age ceremony this year, he would directly take over the European headquarters as usual. However, due to some complicated reasons, Chen Zhen's position in the European headquarters was very delicate.

Most people didn't think that he had taken over the rights center so easily, and they had a meeting to ask him to come out for a ‘test’, which was considered to be an assessment of him.

"Definitely?" Chen Zhen was not in the mood to think about the bad things at all now. He looked at the "noisy and miscellaneous bullets" in front of him, what the hell is noisy...

He sighed, "I feel that my Chinese will never pass..."

After hanging up, Chen Zhen continued to study. However, he was disturbed one after another. He was impetuous, and he couldn't even enter the book.

He changed the another Chinese test paper and started to read it lazily. The previous reading question was skipped directly. Chen Zhen already knew the routine of the person who wrote the question. If he didn't read it, he already knew it, and he really would.

Classical Chinese? Skip, give up, do not understand.

Appreciating ancient poems, he also had a headache, and he wanted to skip it as well...

It’s impossible to understand this "A wonderful night in spring", and it’s impossible to read it many times.

Chen Zhen took the pen and was distracted for a while. When he came back, he actually wrote the three characters 'Shen Mingguang' in the blank place.

After writing it down, Chen Zhen was taken aback, and immediately blacked out the three words with a pen... After not seeing the three words at all, Chen Zhen felt a little upset again.

So he went to the next line that was blacked out by himself, at the blank answer to the appreciative question of "A wonderful night in spring", and wrote again-the three words 'Shen Mingguang'... Actually it was not so correct, but it was much nicer than before.

Chen Zhen spoke Chinese well, but his writing was a bit unacceptable.

He thought to himself, Shen's surname seemed very Chinese, Mingguang also fit the meaning of the topic. And that man himself fit the scenery portrayed in the poem. These three words should be the best answer.

Chen Zhen smiled at the three words.

He felt very strange...Shen, Ming, and Guang, these three words, when they were written down, he felt they are very beautiful.

The Chinese characters were beautiful, Chen Zhen said to himself.

He stared at the window for a while, and after thinking for a while, he couldn't get in anyway, so he went out to stroll around.

The weather was hot. It was probably the hottest season in this city. Twilight was approaching, the sky was overcast, I didn't know if it would rain.

Ya'an city was a bit special, with little sunshine and plenty of rain...but that didn't mean that the place is not hot anymore.

Fortunately, Chen Zhen was not afraid of heat, and the blood family were not afraid of heat. Their bodies were generally cold, so hot or cold weather were the same for the blood race. And they cannot perceive changes in temperature. Only when they drank the blood of their partner or hot human blood, or if they were out of control by a strong stimulus, the physical signs of the blood race would change.

Drinking blood would wake up body temperature and heartbeat.

In normal times, they were just corpses that could breathe and think, Chen Zhen had always described himself like this.

In the 29 years that Chen Zhen had memories of, he had gone out very few times. The Fourth Elder Oran disciplined him very strictly, and his scope of activity was only the monotonous castle. The most contacted were the blood races, and only a few faces were exchanged around him every day. Occasionally, he went out to meet some princes and earls, and also had contact with some humans, but they didn't leave much impression on him... After all, he was not free, and he had to be controlled wherever he went.

This time was different. On the surface, he was thrown to China for training this time, but in fact, the awkward thing was that he was put on a side by his clan who hated him and asked him to come and suffer. He did not know Oran was pegged by what thing, but Oran had no time to care him, so he was rushed to China.

How to describe his feelings... Some worry, some restlessness, and more fortunate. He had never been free. Although he was now in a strange country and city, he already had a part of freedom. There was no need for someone to arrange his tomorrow and life, arrange what clothes he should wear, arrange what blood he should drink, what training class he should take...

This city was small and not prosperous. In Chen Zhen's eyes, it was probably relatively backward—compared to other Chinese cities he knew.

But he liked it here because it was real. The weather was very hot, and the people walking on the streets were also very real. People here seemed to walk much slower than people in other places. Many people wore pants and flip-flops, walked on the street with a fan, and ate snacks sold by the side of the road. The tone of the dialect was very strange, if they spoke faster, you would feel that they will quarrel with you in the next second.

He walked very slowly until the night fell heavily and it started to rain.

Chen Zhen didn't have an umbrella, so she waited for the rain to stop at the entrance of a small shop. Bored to wait, he went into the convenience store and bought a carton of milk.

When paying the money, the young proprietress was holding the child to feed, and couldn't spare his money and asked him to scan the QR code to pay. Lilith taught him how to make mobile payments, but he was not very skilled yet. The boss saw him clumsy, so she taught Chen Zhen how to pay via WeChat while feeding the crying child with very strange Mandarin. So Chen Zhen spent five yuan for the first time in this strange city.

He opened the milk and drank a few sips, and found it to taste okay and sweet.

He liked sweetness.

Chen Zhen was a relatively maverick blood. He insisted on keeping the same schedule as humans, and liked to eat human food. He yearned for the ordinary life of mankind. He resisted drinking blood for a while, always hypnotizing himself as a human being, and was punished by Oran to copy a month of blood race history.

In the past, he was often ridiculed in private by his clan for him yearning for human life. If he was an ordinary blood race, then others didn't bother to talk about him, the key was that his identity was special, so many people were staring, always picking his thorn.

Here he can enjoy these happily.

With him in the eaves to shelter from the rain was a gray-haired old man, looking very energetic. The old man had a small knapsack on his chest, in which he held his few flowers.

Chen Zhen felt that it smelled good, so he couldn't help but drank the milk and asked, "Are you selling flowers?"

The old man turned his head to look at him. Maybe he had never seen a foreign friend who had a very special look and temperament, and the Chinese pronunciation was especially standard. So he looked at him a few more times and said, "Yes, selling flowers, gardenias, five yuan for a hand, do you want it? , Not too much."

The accent was too heavy, and Chen Zhen couldn't understand a word in a daze.

But he wanted it, so he tentatively asked, "How much is it?"

The old man also wanted to take care of his foreign friends. He was afraid that he would not understand him, so he spread his fingers and said to him, "Five yuan, five yuan each."

Chen Zhen nodded to express that he understood that and then he found one hundred yuan in his wallet and handed it over. The old man was slow to change the money for him, and it took a long time to hand back the 95 yuan in change and a moist bouquet.

He took it and smelled it, and felt that he liked the scent, like summer.

Although he didn't know what flower it was. The white flowers had yellow stamens, simple and rustic, and smelled good.

Chen Zhen looked at the rain in front of him.

In fact, the rain was not heavy, but it would still get half wet in the rain. It didn't matter if he went back in the rain, but he had nothing to do, and it seemed that there was no reason to go home in the rain.

Next to the store was a bookstore. Chen Zhen thought it would be boring to wait for the rain to stop, so he walked in and just passed the time.

It should be a bookstore with bad business, no one at all, and the boss was boringly leaning on the cashier to play with his mobile phone. There was a sign for collecting second-hand books at the door. The most conspicuous places were exercises and workbooks, as well as some recipes and baby-care books. All were colorful.

After walking past several bookshelves, past the rows of bookshelves, Chen Zhen went to and fro for a long time, and finally stopped on a dusty shelf, put the bouquet in his hand to the side, and drew a copy of "Tagore's poems”

He didn't really like reading books. He used to read at the European headquarters to pass the time, but he still liked reading poetry.

Chen Zhen turned over the book absently.

The page I turned to is: "The Only Light".

Chen Zhen had read the English version but never the Chinese version.

He switched the language in his mind, and then silently read the following text in his mind:

"If everyone is scared and leaves you--

So you,

An unfortunate person.

Just open up and move forward alone!

If no one held a torch high in the stormy night--

So you,

An unfortunate person,

Let the pain ignite the light in your heart,

Let it be your only light. "

After Chen Zhen just finished reading the word, light, the boss suddenly shouted: "Hello! Handsome guy, we are about to close! The rain is not too heavy, let's go home!"

He followed the voice to see that the boss was standing at the door of the store, putting in the sign of the second-hand book. Chen Zhengang picked up his flower and prepared to put down the book and walk out, watching the sudden appearance of a tall man holding a black umbrella from behind the boss wearing glasses——

That scene was very slow in Chen Zhen's mind--

A sharp profile face, no expression. The white shirt was pulled up to the arm, the black eyes and black hair were...

The man he dreamed of many times.

Shen Mingguang.

Was it... a dream again?

——No.

It was not an illusion, it was real.

Chen Zhen felt that his fingertips were numb.

The movement of the man walking past Chen Zhen was very slow in Chen Zhen's mind, but in fact Shen Mingguang himself was moving at the pace of a normal human, so the figure soon disappeared from Chen Zhen's sight.

Chen Zhen was shocked and unbelievable before rushing towards the store with the book in a panic... The boss saw him holding the book and ran outside in a panic, and quickly grabbed his clothes and shouted: " What are you doing! Do you want to steal my book?! Have you paid? You want to run?"

He was pulling his clothes tightly. When When he put his head out, there was no sign of Shen Mingguang.

The boss scolded: "Our small business doesn't make money! You are a foreigner anyway? Do you come to our country to be a thief? Where are you from? Can you understand me?"

Chen Zhen watched people walk away, and he was dragged away.

He covered his forehead in annoyance, took out all the money in his pocket and slapped it on the counter, and strode away with the copy of Tagore's Poems and his own flowers.

There was still a little rain outside, but Chen Zhen couldn't take care of it anymore. He searched in the same direction that the previous man, the man named Shen Mingguang walked, and walked through the streets and lanes, passing through people and raindrops, and never found the person he wanted to find.

He could no longer find the figure, the black umbrella, and the white shirt.

Chen Zhen was very bored and lost on the way home. After opening the door, he took off his semi-wet clothes indiscriminately, dropped them to the ground casually, and didn't want to tidy up, so he hurriedly returned to the study to sit down.

He first took a picture of the bunch of flowers and sent it to Lilith, asking: What kind of flower is this, please reply quickly.

Lilith sent a bunch of information three minutes later. The first introduction was: Gardenia/gardenia, also known as Gardenia, Yellow Gardenia, Gentianorder Rubiaceae. Madder...

Gardenia.

Chen Zhen looked at the white petals and thought,

In his heart, he wrote down how to write "Gardenia" in Chinese.

Then he opened the "Tagore Poems", pressed it on his Chinese test paper, and searched for the one he had read before—the only light.

It was found as soon as he opened it before, but at this moment he was impetuous and he took a long time to find it. It was as easy as meeting Shen Mingguang for the first time, but now it was so hard to meet again.

Chen Zhen took the bought bouquet and put it in front of her nose for a long time before smelling it before he tore off a blooming white flower and neatly clipped it into the page of "The Only Light".

——Let the pain ignite the light in your heart,

——Let it be your only light...

Floral, rainy night, shirt, black umbrella, light, Tagore, gardenia...

Chen Zhen slowly wrote these words on the blank paper--

Finally, the black nib slid up and down, and he unexpectedly wrote the three words unconsciously——

Shen, Ming, Guang.

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Chen Zhen dreamed of him again that night, the 20th time.

That dream must be familiar. It was the first encounter between him and Shen Mingguang, on an airplane.

Chen Zhen dreamed that he was out of control. And he hid in the toilet to drink supplies, his eyes became red and his teeth became sharp. His trousers were also pushed up...He was limp, his body was too hot.

He saw Shen Mingguang approaching in his dream, he opened the toilet door and walked in.

In fact, Chen Zhen's realistic memory only ended there, and he couldn't remember anything else.

Now this dream continued his reality--

Shen Mingguang pinched the back of his neck and approached him. They leaned very close, those hot hands lifted the hem of his clothes, moved down against the skin, kneaded heavily on the waist, then untied his pants, passed through the underwear, and began to pinch his hip...

His lips pressed down, sucking with Chen Zhen's lips in it—first the upper lip, then the lower lip, and finally the tongue came in...Chen Zhen fell into the kiss. It was sticky, very hot, very hot, and he was dizzy by the kiss.

He was pushed in unknowingly by a finger behind him, and he was pressed hot in front...The hand was dug out at different angles...It was strange, how could he have so much water, how could he be so wet.

Chen Zhen heard his gasping, he felt very comfortable and uncomfortable at the same time, very thirsty. He wanted to drink blood, and wanted something else.

Then Shen Mingguang took off his pants and pulled out his fingers. They still kissed wet and sticky, their tongues wrapped around each other, Chen Zhen's upper jaw was licked, and his waist was so soft that he kept sliding down. Then the kiss ended, and he was turned over by Shen Mingguang. Shen Mingguang held his neck and held his penis in his hand... Shen Mingguang’s going in and out between his legs...

He was kept shouting in a low voice. Shen Mingguang pinched his waist for a while, then pinched his nipple, twisted, pressed, and pinched. Finally they kissed together again, he ejaculated in Shen Mingguang's hand, and Shen Mingguang ejaculated in his crotch.

The plane was very turbulent. When they came out together, the plane crashed. He fell into Shen Mingguang’s arms and uncontrollably sent the fangs in his mouth into the arteries of Shen Mingguang’s neck...

While drinking blood, he crashed with Shen Mingguang, flying lightly all over.

Finally, Shen Mingguang said in the crash: "Chen Zhen, is it comfortable--?"

Is it comfortable--?

Shen Mingguang's eyes were very dark, like a whirlpool, which would suck away consciousness and reason.

Chen Zhen felt dizzy, as if floating in the air——

"Ah--"

Chen Zhen yelled and opened his eyes in the dark night.

He turned abruptly to turn on the light, panted and calmed down, then shook his hands and lifted the thin blanket on his body.

There was a wet dream between his legs.

He closed his eyes while panting.

This was not his first dream, but it was the first time he dreamed of the person of sexual fantasy.

And a man.