PPS Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Apartment

Chapter 23: Apartment

Gu Yusen didn’t choose to take Chu Zhaoyi out on the first day of school.

Instead, he took him to the apartment and tidied up. Only half of the contents of the two large suitcases were his own; the rest belonged to Chu Zhaoyi.

He couldn’t understand how Chu Zhaoyi had accumulated so much stuff in less than twenty days at the old residence.

Gu Yusen grumbled as he took things out, only to discover that one box was entirely filled with Chu Zhaoyi’s paintings.

Well, you can’t deny his talent; he painted so much in just twenty days.

He had asked his assistant to buy paints and brushes in advance, so all he needed to do was put their personal belongings and clothes away.

He left Chu Zhaoyi in the living room to explore as he pleased while he diligently tidied up.

Raising Chu Zhaoyi = raising a child.

Gu Yusen equated these two things in his mind, which made him even more enthusiastic about his work.

“Your hair is getting long. I’m going for a haircut, do you want to come?” Gu Yusen asked, taking Chu Zhaoyi to see his new studio, which was laid out exactly like the one at the old residence, after he finished cleaning up.

Chu Zhaoyi touched his hair, looking somewhat conflicted.

In fact, he had forgotten why he wanted to keep his hair long.

“Maybe not…” Chu Zhaoyi subconsciously rejected the suggestion of cutting his hair.

He himself found it strange. He used to be called a sissy for having long hair when he was a child. But what happened later? Later, he cried as he took scissors to cut his hair, only to be stopped by his father halfway through.

His father told him not to change himself because of the gaze of the outside world.

But what was the result? The result was countless strange looks and bullying from his peers at school.

Later, he stayed at home for a long time due to psychological problems, and he gradually got used to it.

“Then I’ll go get a haircut,” Gu Yusen said, but his feet didn’t move an inch.

Chu Zhaoyi was very conflicted, even his head faintly aching. Why did he keep his hair long? He didn’t know, and he couldn’t remember.

It seemed that every time he had this thought, he would be dissuaded by a voice. When he hated his long hair the most, he grabbed the scissors like a madman, wanting to cut it off, but was stopped, the force on his wrist carried an imposing refusal, and he was unable to resist.

Chu Zhaoyi was a little dazed. It seemed… it seemed that he didn’t like this long hair.

That’s right, the school bullying he had suffered was also because of this long hair. Society wasn’t so open back then, and oddballs suffered countless rejections at school, eventually evolving into violence.

Chu Zhaoyi frowned, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The headache was like waves, constantly battering his reason. He felt as if his head was being clamped tightly by invisible pliers, each throb accompanied by excruciating pain.

Driven by the pain, he instinctively raised his hand, clenched his fist, and prepared to forcefully hit his head, trying to alleviate the pain that was almost tearing him apart.

But just as he was about to hurt himself, he was pulled into a warm embrace.

“Ayi.”

Chu Zhaoyi’s body was originally like a cold piece of steel, stiff and tense, every nerve like a taut string, ready to break at any moment. But with the warm embrace, he felt a sense of security he had never felt before.

It’s Brother Sanmu.

Realizing this, his body gradually relaxed, his stiff shoulders slowly slumped, and his clenched fists gradually loosened, his fingers relaxed. His breathing slowed from rapid to steady, and he closed his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly, as if feeling this warmth and comfort.

His chin was no longer so tightly pressed against his chest, but gently rested on the other person’s shoulder.

“Do what you want to do, no one can stop you now.”

He heard Gu Yusen say that.