WT Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Fairytale – I think alcohol is more suitable for adults. ……

In the quiet room, the fresh air system extracted all the cold air, and the warm air was comfortable and pleasant.

Wen Shixi sat on the sofa, looking at the stack of fairy tale books on the wide coffee table, meeting the gaze of the round rabbit on the cover for a moment.

What was wrong with Jiang Quanyu?

He actually asked someone to send him fairy tale books?

Wen Shixi turned his head to look at Assistant Gu beside him: “Can you take them back?”

Assistant Gu: “If you don’t like these, you can give me the titles of the books you want to read, and I’ll arrange for someone to find them. But after all, we are on a cruise ship, so it’s very likely that we won’t be able to find them. If you don’t mind, I can also find electronic versions for you online.”

Wen Shixi: “…”

He didn’t want to read fairy tale books at all, okay?

Wen Shixi: “Forget it, just leave them here.”

Assistant Gu nodded politely: “If you need anything later, please tell the other colleagues in the President’s Office outside the door, and they will do their best to satisfy you.”

As the assistant spoke, he said goodbye to Wen Shixi and stepped out of the room.

In the empty suite, Wen Shixi looked at the cover of the picture book on the coffee table again, and sighed in frustration.

He raised his hand, glanced at the phone that had no messages, and his fair and slender fingertips tapped lightly on the edge of the screen a couple of times.

The luxury cruise ship had all kinds of entertainment facilities. Wen Shixi felt that he was probably the only one as bored as him on this ship.

He fell back into the sofa, lazily leaning against the soft cushions, and looked at the ceiling.

The lemongrass shampoo smelled extremely good, lingering on his soft body after the bath.

The light-colored pajamas hung loosely on his body, filled with the moist heat of just getting out of the bath.

In the silence, Wen Shixi’s nose twitched slightly, and he smelled a scent.

His gaze followed the scent to a corner of the room. On the side table against the wall, there was still the bottle of tequila that Lin Yining had brought.

Wen Shixi looked at the bottle, then at the fairy tale books on the table, and thought that alcohol was more suitable for adults.

He slowly got up, came to the table, and picked up the bottle to take a look.

With the movement, the aroma of the alcohol slowly overflowed from the bottle.

Tequila has a fierce aroma and a unique fragrance.

Generally speaking, tequila is used to mix cocktails.

But Wen Shixi didn’t like cocktails. He held the bottle directly to his mouth and took a small sip.

The liquid entered his mouth, instantly expanding into a strong tequila grass and wood aroma, full of freshness and enthusiasm, with a bit of softness after aging, and a bitter caramel aroma.

When it comes to choosing alcohol, Lin Yining still had good taste.

Whether it was the sparkling wine at the banquet or this bottle of tequila, they were novel and delicious.

Wen Shixi carried the bottle back to the sofa. He sat on the long-haired carpet under the sofa, leaned against a corner of the sofa, and reached out to casually grab a fairy tale book in front of him.

Charles Perrault’s version of “Sleeping Beauty in the Woods.”

Wen Shixi looked at the name, thought for a moment, and felt a little familiar.

Then, he reached out and flipped through the other storybooks, and found the reason why he was familiar with it.

Wen Shixi didn’t know much about fairy tales, but he knew a lot about music.

In the early nineteenth century, the French Impressionist composer Ravel created a four-hand piano piece “Mother Goose Suite” for his good friend’s two children.

The five pieces inside were all inspired by Charles Perrault’s fairy tale collection “Mother Goose Tales.”

When Wen Shixi was a child, Jiang Quanyu had taken him to a performance. Two pianists sat side by side in front of the piano, their fingertips intertwined and leaping on the keys, and their close cooperation fully demonstrated the charm of four-hand piano.

On the way home, Jiang Quanyu also asked someone to buy these storybooks for Wen Shixi.

He also said that if Wen Shixi liked it, he could find the two pianists who performed that day to accompany Wen Shixi to practice ensemble together.

But that day, Wen Shixi thought for a long time and didn’t say anything while sitting in the car. It wasn’t until he got home that he found Jiang Quanyu again and told his brother that he didn’t like playing ensemble with others.

Wen Shixi didn’t actually hate ensemble. He himself couldn’t find the reason for rejecting his brother’s kindness that day.

He just hoped that the person who could be watched by his brother all the time, and even show focus, could only be him.

Wen Shixi couldn’t give any of Jiang Quanyu’s attention and importance to others.

The high-concentration tequila fermented from plants spread its aroma in the air, filling the room with a rich fragrance.

The fragrance of plants concealed the high alcohol concentration. Wen Shixi drank half a bottle alone, gradually leaning against the side of the sofa, his head dizzy.

Many people’s words echoed in his ears, along with the remaining pheromones in the room, making his heart extremely confused.

Wen Shixi wasn’t a fool when it came to emotions, and was even much more sensitive than many people.

Jiang Quanyu had no reason to do what he did today.

Wen Shixi frowned, breathing lightly, his nose filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

Seven years had passed, and he really hated Jiang Quanyu now.

Jiang Quanyu forcibly differentiated him into an omega, destroying his application to study at the Paris Conservatory of Music.

He also left him alone for seven whole years, without even a single text message.

Each of these things was far beyond the level of a joke, and was enough for him to hate, or even resent.

But in the second that Jiang Quanyu left the room just now, he felt a burst of irritability in his heart, and what he blurted out was still the relationship between Jiang Quanyu and Tang Xu.

Had those hurts been smoothed out by time after so many years?

Wen Shixi raised the bottle and took another gulp from the bottle.

The moon and stars lit up the night sky, slowly dyeing the thin clouds on the sea.

Those clouds were like pieces of pale white soft light, intertwined with the stars.

As time passed, the alcohol burned his brain, gradually making Wen Shixi feel extremely uncomfortable.

He didn’t drink often, and rarely drank strong alcohol. The mixed drinks tonight caused a slight pain in his stomach.

In his drunken state, Wen Shixi wanted to find an exit to make himself feel better.

In a dizziness, Wen Shixi trembled and stood up from the sofa.

Many thoughts in his brain were burned away, leaving only one extremely clear thought.

He still wanted to find Jiang Quanyu and ask him about everything.

Not only about Tang Xu, but about everything between him and Jiang Quanyu.

Why did he destroy his study abroad application, why did he not want him, and why did he turn him into an omega…

Also, why did he leave?

But as he got up, Wen Shixi’s head spun, and he didn’t stand up completely.

Then, he slowly slid down and gently fell back onto the soft carpet.

The alcohol was airtight, engulfing his feverish body in a hazy, never-ending intoxication.

Memories, tinged with old, light colors, pieced themselves together in his fragmented consciousness.

Wen Shixi’s birthday was in June in early summer, when the cicadas had just begun to chirp noisily.

Seven years ago.

Wen Shixi was approaching eighteen years old. One day after school, at the noisy school gate, he walked and talked with Jiang Quanyu on the phone, discussing that after his coming-of-age ceremony, Jiang Quanyu would take him to Antarctica to see penguins.

In the warm summer season at the youth academy, shattered light shone through the leaves. A gust of wind blew, and the rustling of the leaves, the sound of people, and the chirping of insects combined to form a grand symphony.

“Then what about the birthday present?” Wen Shixi asked as he walked, “Has Brother thought about what gift to give me?”