Translator: Sissy That Walk

  Di Qiuhe and He Bai settled in the room where they resided last time, He Bai now was in a bathrobe and nestling comfortably in Di Qiuhe’s arms on the futon, listening to Di Qiuhe telling him what Zeng Peizhong had told him just now, he was silent for a while and he sighed.

  Di Qiuhe touched He Bai’s hair tenderly, he rested his hand on He Bai’s waist and leaned closer to rub his cheek.

  That was so affectionate, He Bai found it very soothing, he touched Di Qiuhe’s hair too and he even gave it a pull in a naughty way, he nestled in Di Qiuhe’s arms, “How are you going to deal with what Zeng Peizhong had given you?”


  “I’ll start a fund for children, accumulating some blessings for Zeng Peizhong and his daughter.” Di Qiuhe replied, thinking about what Zeng Peizhong had gone through, he couldn’t help but kiss He Bai who was lying in his arms, he whispered, “Puppy, how lucky I am that I’ve met you.” He knew he would lead a blank life otherwise.

  “You are one smooth talker.” He Bai poked at him and rested his legs on Di Qiuhe, he fidgeted comfortably, “It’s true though, you would suffer a great deal if you had not met me.”


  Di Qiuhe found it amusing when He Bai tried to take the credit subtly, he felt so happy now. He Bai’s robe was a bit revealing, he could see his collarbone and chest, his hand travelled down to He Bai’s laps and with it he rolled He Bai over, “I’m deciding to let you have me as a payback.”


  He Bai read between the lines, and it was too late to escape, Di Qiuhe grabbed him promptly, and soon He Bai started to enjoy what he was getting.

  The two felt like they were having a honeymoon now in the villa, Di Qiuhe got so carried away, he did not let He Bai go until He Bai was completely exhausted and he left a bite mark on Di Qiuhe’s body.

  He Bai did not get up till noon the next day, the first thing he did was to give Di Qiuhe a good “beating”, then they went back home after a feast.

  Zeng Peizhong assigned them a car from the villa, and he said goodbye to them at the gate despite he was feeling unwell.

  He Bai could not help but take a look at Zeng Peizhong who refused to sit in the wheelchair, he could only stand with the support of his assistant, he sighed, “I…… I thought why his condition turned worse rapidly was because he lost hope, today I think he looks better, is it possible that his condition is turning better because he has taken a load off his mind now?”


  “Maybe.” Di Qiuhe also turned back to look at Zeng Peizhong, a touch of sympathy flashed across his eyes, he squeezed He Bai’s hand as a comfort and he asked the driver to drive.

  Taking a load off his mind surely would do good to his body, but in Zeng Peizhong’s case, there was only one explanation, “the last radiance of the setting sun”, he was burning up his energy to put a good ending to his last undertaking.

  The two slept early after they returned to City B. The next day was the last day of the holiday, He Bai got up early and went to visit Fan Lianxiu’s gravestone together with Di Qiuhe and Fan Da.

  After the worship, seeing Di Qiuhe who was in low spirit standing next to him, He Bai kowtowed to the gravestone, he looked at the photo on the stone and said in an earnest manner, “Mother, please rest assured I will take good care of Qiuhe.”


  Di Qiuhe was dumbfounded for a bit, he also stepped forward and kowtowed, he held He Bai’s hand, he swallowed his words and drew He Bai in his chest, tightly.

  “I’m sure Lianxiu is assured, you are both good boys.” Fan Da patted them and looked at the grave stone, he stared at the photo for a while before he averted his gaze, “Now it’s windy, looks like it’s going to rain soon, shall we go home and dinner at mine tonight?”


  Di Qiuhe nodded and together they stood up. He Bai produced something from his pocket and put it in front of the gravestone.

  “A present, I made it with plasticine, not great looking. You said it was good to take some presents.” He Bai touched his nose in embarrassment, and he held Di Qiuhe’s hand, trying to stop him from turning back to see what the present was.

  Di Qiuhe was pulled away from the gravestone, but he took a glimpse of the present, it was a little bird and a puppy made of plasticine. He drew He Bai closer to him and rubbed He Bai’s cheek with his head, then he held his hand, “Let’s go home, puppy.”


  He Bai noticed Di Qiuhe’s eyes had turned red, he held Di Qiuhe’s hand too, with a gentle smile he replied, “Yeah, home time.”


  “Yeah.” Fan Da sat back on his wheelchair, he took a last look at his daughter’s picture on the gravestone and turned his head.

  Di Qiuhe collected himself, he let go of He Bai and walked to Fan Da, pushing his wheelchair, He Bai also walked to them, he changed the topic to dinner subtly.

  It was a bit cloudy that day, Hu Zhao followed the three and wiped his tears from time to time.

  Finally, after so many years, Mr. Fan was enjoying life now.