Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mo Liuxi was a little shocked. Nian Junting sounded like an old man. He was an old man indeed.
“Thank you, I know how China was liberated. I don’t need you to tell me that. Uncle, maybe you two can go upstairs to watch it?” Mo Liuxi suggested.
“I am… Wait, what did you just call me?” Nian Junting’s face instantly darkened.
“I feel that you’re like my uncle,” Mo Liuxi blinked.
Luosang laughed so hard.
“Why are you laughing?” Nian Junting said through clenched teeth.
He had never seen such an unpleasant boy. Compared with him, Nian Xi was much more adorable.
Luosang tried very hard to stop laughing then said, “Uncle, why don’t you go upstairs and watch the play alone? I want to stay here and finish watching this movie.”
“Are you taking his side?” Nian Junting got angry.
That was outrageous. As his woman, she should have taken his side unconditionally.
“It’s not like that. I don’t like watching anti-Japanese plays about war either,” said Luosang. “I love my country. I just simply have no interests in wars.”
“You enjoyed that drama with me on my birthday night.”
“Do you really think that I enjoyed it?” Luosang responded embarrassedly.
Nian Junting thought for a moment then said, “I don’t remember. Anyway, you should like everything I like. The films I watch are all high-quality ones. Don’t always watch those pointless things.”
“Alright, I’m a pointless person. Just go upstairs.” Luosang pushed him.
Nian Junting was pushed slightly forward then angrily went upstairs. She had asked him to leave because Mo Liuxi was keeping her company. Nian Junting was angry and felt that he had lost face.
After Nian Junting closed the door of his room, Mo Liuxi turned to say to Luosang, “Where did you find that freak?”
Luosang laughed. “He’s a freak indeed. But you’ll be happy to spend time with him when you really know him. You don’t understand. You’ve never fallen in love with someone. You’ll know when that happens.”
Mo Liuxi stayed silent. He believed that the woman who could be attractive to him hadn’t even appeared in the world.
…
Luosang finished the movie with Mo Liuxi then went upstairs at ten pm.
She heard the noise of machine guns as soon as she entered the room. Nian Junting was lying on the bed. As she came in, he gave her a glance then proudly turned around. He only wore a pair of pajama pants with his upper body bared. Leaning against the cushion, his waist looked slim and muscular, his butt looked firm and round. Even his back was attractive.
Luosang smiled, got onto the bed, and put her left hand on his waist, saying, “Junting, why are you so angry? I didn’t watch the anti-Japanese war play with you, that’s all.”
Since she got pregnant, her body temperature was higher than usual. As she put a hand on Nian Junting’s skin, Nian Junting immediately felt the warmness from her.
He turned around, looked at her coldly, and said, “Call me uncle.”
Luosang burst into laughter. She held his face with both hands, kissed him on the cheeks, then said, “Uncle, I’m still young. I love romantic films, and I don’t like war-themed plays. I watched it with you that day because it was your birthday and I didn’t want you to be unhappy.”
Nian Junting was so unhappy. Anti-Japanese war plays were so tasteful. He couldn’t understand why she didn’t like them.
“Never mind, I understand. Not everyone can be as tasteful as I am,” Nian Junting nodded grumpily. “But you took Mo Liuxi’s side. Can that film he watched be called a film at all? It was too dull.”
“It’s dull but interesting. You need to think really hard when watching it,” Luosang said. “And it has been shortlisted for Cannes.”
Nian Junting stayed silent. He did not approve of her words. Some foreigners thought highly of their own evaluation criteria for art works, as if they knew art better than anyone else. And some young, shallow Chinese people liked to blindly follow foreigners.
“Junting, there is a gap in our preferences of films and TV plays. Maybe we shouldn’t watch TV together again.” Luosang kissed him again then went to take a shower.
When she came out, Nian Junting abruptly said to her, “Luo, even if I’m an uncle, I’d be a very handsome uncle.”
Luosang was falling asleep, but hearing his words, she was woken up by her own laughter.
Nian Junting turned, looked at her in the eyes and said, “Even though your taste is not as good as mine, I have decided to tolerate you since I have already chosen to be with you. From this day on, I will try to lower my taste for you and watch those brainless romantic films together with you.”
Luosang stayed silent. Those were some touching words, but somehow she wanted to hit him when hearing them.
“Em, alright, Junting, just sleep, I’m tired.” Luosang buried her face in his arms and stroked his back to signal him to stop talking.
…
Next morning, half-past eight.
The breakfast was served at nine. When Nian Junting and Luosang were ready for it, Mo Liuxi hadn’t woken up yet.
“I’m going to wake him up.” Nian Junting stood up and said, “How can a young man sleep late? When I was younger, I always got up at five to jog.”
“The school is hard for him. It’s summer vacation. Just let him sleep a little longer.” Luosang dragged Nian Junting back into the chair.
“Luo, you are spoiling him,” said Nian Junting. “Brothers should be tortured, not spoiled.”
“Just eat.” Luosang put a shrimp dumpling into his mouth to stop him from keeping talking.
Nian Junting finished the dumpling then turned to look at her. She had just taken a sip of milk. Some milk foam was still left around her lips.
He lowered his head and kissed her; his tongue nimbly invaded her mouth.
Her mouth was filled with the aromas of milk and toothpaste. She tasted so good that he didn’t ever want to let her go. She was shy. After all, Mo Liuxi was in the house too.
“Don’t…”
“It’ll be alright. That boy won’t wake up until lunchtime.” Nian Junting focused on kissing her, as if she was a delicious dish.
It was a quiet morning. Sunlight poured in through the window. In the yard, birds were singing in the trees. A handsome man was gently kissing her. Luosang closed her eyes, feeling a little hypnotized.
“Didn’t you have enough kissing last night?” A cold voice was suddenly heard.
The two people were so concentrated on the kiss that they both gave a start. Luosang hurriedly pushed Nian Junting away. She pushed him so hard and he wasn’t prepared for it. As a result, he fell off the chair.
Mo Liuxi blinked and looked at Nian Junting, who was sitting on the ground.
Luosang covered her eyes with her hand. She wished that there was a hole for her to crawl in.
Her brother caught her kissing a man. It was so embarrassing.
And after that, she pushed a tall and strong man to the ground.
“How come I didn’t hear you coming out?” Nian Junting felt extremely awkward. He stood up from the ground and pulled a long face.
That was exactly why he didn’t want to live together with Mo Liuxi.
However, he was surprised that Luosang’s strength didn’t grow weak after she got pregnant. On the contrary, she was even stronger than before. It seemed that she had been well-fed recently.
“That’s because you were so involved in that kiss. It’s not my problem.” Mo Liuxi pulled out a chair, sat down, spread some peanut butter on his toast with a table-knife, then said, “Also, as a man, aren’t you too weak?”
