"Big
Brother ... Big Brother ..."
Who? Who
is it? Are they calling me?
Xie Bi An
opened his heavy eyelids and found himself in the mist. It seemed that there
were many people hiding behind a curtain of mist, shadowy and hazy. Some are
shouting, some are whispering, and some are sighing, but none of them could be
heard clearly, except for the words "Big Brother".
He wanted
to move forward, cut through the fog and find out what was going on, but his
body is not listening to him.
"Big
brother, big brother."
Who? Who
is it? Where am I?
A small
figure rushed out from the mist and jumped into his arms like a puppy, calling
out crisply, "Big brother!"
Xie Bi An
hugged that soft little boy. His heart twitched in pain. For a moment, it was
as if something missing had been filled back in. He seemed to have known this
child for a long time. He could even be sure that this child was very
beautiful, very intelligent, and very dependent on him, but he could not even
see this face.
Who are
you? Why do you call me big brother?
Xie Bi An
wanted to ask him, but he couldn't make a sound.
"Big
brother, what are you cooking for Xiao Jiu today?"
Xiao Jiu?
Your name is Xiao Jiu? Are you my younger brother? I heard from master saying
that everyone in my family died of the plague, so perhaps I do have a younger
brother?
Xie Bi An
couldn't bear to let go of his hand, but his arms were suddenly empty, and Xiao
Jiu had disappeared. He panicked. Where is Xiao Jiu? Where is his younger
brother? He shouted for Xiao Jiu, but nothing came out.
He didn't
know who Xiao Jiu was and he couldn't see Xiao Jiu's face, but he knew that
Xiao Jiu is very important to him and he couldn't lose him.
As he was
searching anxiously, his shoulders suddenly sank again, and a young boy
intimately grabbed his neck. A voice as clear and pleasant as a mountain stream
rang in his ears, "Look, big brother, I'm almost as tall as you."
Who are
you?
"Hahaha,
what if I grow taller than you in the future? Will you regret always
making sure that I don't leave any leftovers?"
Could you
be ... Xiao Jiu? How come you've suddenly grown so tall?
Xie Bi An
was afraid that Xiao Jiu would disappear again and grabbed the teenager's hand.
He was still trying hard to speak but was unable to make a sound.
Even
though he tried his best to grab it, the teenager still disappeared like a gust
of wind, leaving only a string of cheerful laughter that gradually became
softer.
No, don't
disappear. Where are you going? Don't disappear!
Xie Bi An
hurriedly chased after him, but after a few steps, his ankle was suddenly
grabbed. He looked down and saw that it was a bloody hand! The owner of the
bloody hand crawled on the ground, and he could see the raging pain and hatred
from the blurred mass of his face.
"Why
... big brother ... why did you do this …?" Each word was hurting his
heart.
What?
"Not
you, tell me, not you! Big brother ... why ..."
He
recognized this voice, even though it had changed and had a voice between that
of a teenager and a man, it was still clearly the same Xiao Jiu from before.
How did
you get hurt? What are you talking about? What did I do?
"I
trusted you so much, I listened to everything you said, I treated you ... why
are you doing this to me?!"
Xie Bi An
was desperate to help Xiao Jiu up. He was hurt, he was bleeding a lot, and
needed medical attention.
But all
of it was still in vain. He couldn’t do anything. He was caught in a terrible,
bizarre dream in which he was both a participant and a bystander.
Suddenly,
a large, strong hand strangled his neck.
Xie Bi An
turned pale with fright. He was lifted off the ground by the hand, and before
him stood a very tall man with five fingers as hard as iron, and he could not
break free. He had developed an unprecedented fear of this man.
That man
spoke, "Big brother, it's been a long time." The voice was cold, low,
and evil, like a bayonet quenched with venom, hovering in front of him, ready
to cut him open.
Could he
also be ... Xiao Jiu?
Xie Bi An
was thrown onto the ground viciously. Before he could take a breath, that tall
man leaned down like a mountain, roughly tearing his sash.
Xie Bi An
was like a fish on a chopping board, being taken over by the man who was on top
of him, yet he was empty-handed; no cultivation, no sharp swords nor magical
treasures. None of them were useful, and he could only be stripped
naked while in fear.
When he
realized what the man was about to do, he was thunderstruck and shocked beyond
belief.
The man
grabbed him roughly by the hair. His thin lips were pressed against his ear,
and he spoke coldly: "Open your eyes and look clearly. This is the position
you stole by any means necessary. From now on, whenever you sit here, you will
no longer feel exclusive. You will only remember how you were kneeling and
being f***ed by a man," He paused and chuckled. "My good big
brother."
Xie Bi An
struggled, "No, stop, don't---"
"Senior
brother! Senior brother!"
Xie Bi
An’s eyes snapped open and he saw a pair of fox eyes. They were perhaps the
most beautiful and charming eyes he had ever seen, but now they overlapped with
the cold man in his dream, making him shudder.
Fan Wu
She looked at his frightened appearance and said patiently and soothingly,
"Senior brother, what's wrong? Did you have a nightmare?"
Xie Bi
An’s eyes slowly shifted from chaos to clarity. It took him a long time to come
back to his senses and he stared blankly at Fan Wu She, "Wu She?"
"How
are you, are you not feeling well?"
"I
..." Xie Bi An was a little confused for a moment between dream and
reality. It was as if he had experienced someone else's life, but the
experience was too real, it was almost as if ...
"Senior
brother, do you still remember? You suddenly fainted on the Eight Trigrams
Platform, is there something wrong with your health lately?"
"I
fainted on Eight Trigrams Platform?" Xie Bi An rubbed his swollen and
painful temples and sat up from the bed. He remembered what happened before he
fainted, "It seems…it seems that there is something like that, but there
is nothing wrong with my health. How could I suddenly faint?"
Fan Wu
She looked at Xie Bi An steadily and asked, "How did you feel before you
fainted, and what happened after? Did you have a nightmare? What did you dream
about?"
Remembering
the dream he had just now, Xie Bi An’s face turned white and red for a while,
and he was at a loss for words.
"Senior
brother?"
"I
... should have had a nightmare, but…it's a bit hard to remember." Xie Bi
An wasn't lying. The details of the dream were vague. He woke up and roughly
remembered some parts and forgot some parts. But he remembered clearly what the
man had done and said to him.
How could
he have had such a dream? It was simply unbelievable.
"Can't
you remember anything?" Fan Wu She was very curious to know if Xie Bi An
still had any memories of his past life and if it was triggered by the Eight
Trigrams Platform.
Xie Bi An
was too shy to talk about what had happened in his dream, and he hadn't even
sorted out his own thoughts, plus he didn't want to worry Fan Wu She, so he
glossed over it.
Fan Wu
She stopped asking questions and gently wiped Xie Bi An's sweat with a cloth
towel: "If you can't remember, don't think about it. You need to
rest."
Xie Bi An
looked at Fan Wu She’s patient and careful manner, and he felt warm in his
heart: "Wu She, thanks to you, I am ..." He looked at the night sky
outside the window, "What time is it? How long have I been sleeping?"
"Eight
hours. It is midnight now."
"It's
late." Xie Bi An was even more moved, "Have you been watching over
me?"
Fan Wu
She stared at him.
"I
promised to bring you for supper, but I didn't make it either."
"Let's
go tomorrow night."
Xie Bi An
sighed, "You should go back and rest, I'm fine."
Fan Wu
She didn't move, "I'll watch over you."
"Senior
Brother is really fine."
"I'm
not comfortable with you suddenly fainting and then having nightmares and not
being able to say what the reason is." Fan Wu She had no intention of
leaving, "You lie down and rest, I'll watch over you."
"But
..."
"Lie
down." Fan Wu She had a tone of voice that did not allow for any argument.
Xie Bi An
laid back on the bed helplessly. He closed his eyes and tried to rest, but his
mind was in turmoil. There was also someone sitting next to him, so how could
he fall asleep? Shortly after, he opened his eyes, "Wu She."
"Yes."
Fan Wu She was meditating with his eyes closed.
"Come
and sleep with senior brother."
"..."
"You
insist on watching over me. It must be tiring to sit like this all night. Come
on." Xie Bi An moved to the side of the bed and patted the spot beside
him.
He opened
his eyes. His dark eyes were glittering in the darkness of the night, and after
a pause, he got up on the bed and slowly lay down next to Xie Bi An.
Xie Bi An
felt a little more at ease. He patted the back of Fan Wu She’s hand and said
with a smile, "Junior brother, thank you."
Fan Wu
She took a deep breath and dismissed the distracting thoughts in his mind, for
it was better to share a bed like this, even if he did nothing. In fact, in
those last days, he was tired of hurting each other and hating each other. He
simply just wanted to get along with that person, just like ... just like
an old married couple.
Xie Bi An
closed his eyes once again, yet he was still unable to fall asleep.
What was
that dream all about? He could still recall quite a few fragments. He seemed to
have a younger brother named Xiao Jiu and they seemed to have a strong bond,
but then they turned against each other afterwards?
The dream
was really ridiculous and uncoordinated. What gave him the biggest headache was
how he could dream of a man ... violating him?
He grew
up in a simple environment since he was young and had little opportunity to
come into contact with men and women of his own age, but that doesn't mean he
didn't know anything. He has secretly read books and picture books. He knows a
little bit about the things between man and woman, as well as between two
men. Some of the lower societies in the immortal cultivation world
advocate dual-cultivation, and they do not care if the pair is of the same
sex.
What
impressed him most about matters between men was the gossip about Chunyang
Sect, that because there were no women in the sect, so there were disciples who
secretly had sex with each other, and that some demonic cultivators liked to
prey on Chunyang Sect’s cultivators because the first release of the pure Yang
body was a great tonic. These untoward country gossips circulated fastest in
the marketplace, and he listened to them as tales of curiosity.
He had
never thought that male-male affairs would have anything to do with him, even
in his dreams.
How could
this be, how could he dream of such things? There is a saying: what you think
during the day will become dreams at night. Could it be…could it be that he has
this interest?
But he
didn't think about it during the day!
Xie Bi An
was so shocked that it’s even more difficult for him to sleep now, and at the
same time, he fell into deep self-doubt.
----
PS: XBA already doubting himself LOL
Editor Thoughts:
It seems like XBA is asking for it to me xD I
facepalmed at "Come and sleep with me" LOL
Leave a like and comment if you liked this
chapter! See you in the next one.
- Limit
Edited on
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Edited on
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XBA is gay panicking xD yes my lord, you're a cut sleeve and you better get used to it. (Now i am suddenly wondering why in China they call gays that way). Thank you so much for the chapter ❤️ Your hard work is truly appreciated!
ReplyDeleteActually it's quite romantic story :) to make it simple - the term came from a chinese story about an emperor who after spending a night with his lover (same gender) cut the sleeve of his long robe in the morning to not wake his lover up ^^
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ReplyDeleteHi, just wanted to let you know that the font for this chapter for some reason is really dark instead of the usual light color. Not sure if you are aware that the formatting probably got changed a bit.
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The font color is really dark..I can’t read
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