Our Entire Family Has Secrets [Transmigrated] - Chapter 28
When Yuan Wanjiao returned, Yuan Bozhu and Yuan Qifeng were sitting silently on the sofa, their faces looking rather peculiar.
However, it was hard to pinpoint exactly what was odd about them.
Yuan Qifeng, usually carefree, wore a solemn expression, while Yuan Bozhu remained expressionless.
Yuan Wanjiao could only speculate, based on her intuition, that something extraordinary had happened in the household within the past half hour.
“Did you two have a fight?” she asked, though she didn’t believe it.
Yuan Qifeng shook his head. It wasn’t possible. Despite his occasional annoyance, he always restrained himself around Yuan Bozhu. Besides, he wasn’t sure he could provoke his serious-minded brother to anger.
Indeed, Yuan Qifeng shook his head.
They hadn’t fought.
Yuan Wanjiao changed her shoes, put away her bag, and walked over to the two brothers. She reached out and tapped each of them lightly on the forehead, as if in thought.
After three seconds, she exclaimed, “You two are actually giving each other the silent treatment?!”
She was incredulous. Yuan Bozhu had always been patient and easygoing, albeit reserved. He had never genuinely gotten angry with anyone in all these years of their siblinghood.
After every squabble, he would let it go without holding grudges.
So what was happening today?
“It’s not exactly the silent treatment,” Yuan Qifeng said with a mournful expression. “Yuan Bozhu is just ignoring me.”
Ever since Lin Shuanghuai left, Yuan Bozhu had been ignoring Yuan Qifeng completely, treating him as if he were invisible no matter what he did.
“Why?” Yuan Wanjiao asked.
“I accidentally outed him in front of someone he has a crush on,” Yuan Qifeng said, lowering his voice as if Yuan Bozhu couldn’t hear him, “and scared them away.”
Yuan Bozhu looked at him coldly and said slowly, emphasizing each word, “Just a classmate.”
“Right, right, right,” Yuan Qifeng hurriedly agreed.
Yuan Bozhu’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and Yuan Qifeng shrank back, not daring to speak.
“What on earth have I missed?!” Yuan Wanjiao laughed, her mouth almost reaching her ears. “My dear little brother brought his crush home!”
It was utter chaos.
Yuan Bozhu didn’t want this misunderstanding to deepen. He spoke up to clarify, “There’s no crush, and no outing.”
He managed to articulate this so smoothly probably because he had rehearsed it with Lin Shuanghuai half an hour earlier.
At that time, Lin Shuanghuai had heard Yuan Qifeng’s nonsense and felt embarrassed, not daring to come out of the bedroom.
Yuan Bozhu had gone in proactively, waiting for Lin Shuanghuai to ask.
He could answer and explain properly then.
“I’m not gay.”
Though Yuan Bozhu didn’t believe he needed to announce his sexual orientation to anyone, considering Lin Shuanghuai was in his room wearing his clothes for various reasons, explaining could avoid misunderstandings.
Unfortunately, he didn’t get the chance to say it.
Because Lin Shuanghuai didn’t ask anything; he just nervously picked up his backpack and said, “Y-Yuan, Yuan Bozhu, I think I should go back.”
“It’s still raining.”
“The wind has died down a lot. I can catch a cab when I go down.”
Yuan Bozhu glanced at him and said in a deep, slow voice, “As you wish.”
Lin Shuanghuai unconsciously scratched the zipper of his backpack and whispered, “Clothes… I washed them and will return them to you.”
“Mm.”
Yuan Bozhu didn’t know how much Lin Shuanghuai had heard.
But seeing his hurried demeanor, Yuan Bozhu estimated that the last sentence had sunk in.
Yuan Bozhu wasn’t gay, nor did he understand homosexuality.
However, he was aware of its existence and didn’t see anything particularly different about this group.
Strictly speaking, for a senior single male cultivator who had not been disturbed by the seven emotions and six desires for hundreds of years, the master of the immortal sect…
In Yuan Bozhu’s view, there was no fundamental difference between homosexuality and heterosexuality.
Both were desires that hindered enlightenment and should be avoided.
He wasn’t avoiding them now, but he wasn’t very clear about it either.
He only knew that romantic entanglements, regardless of gender, were troublesome, but they didn’t concern him, so he didn’t mind.
Lin Shuanghuai kept his head down, refusing to look at Yuan Bozhu.
Suddenly, Yuan Bozhu felt that Lin Shuanghuai might be very concerned about homosexuality.
He even blushed with anger.
After hearing Yuan Bozhu’s brief account of what had happened, Yuan Wanjiao probably understood—
Yuan Qifeng brought back a classmate of his brother, misunderstood that Yuan Bozhu had a crush on him, and then inadvertently said in front of him that Yuan Bozhu was gay.
Yuan Wanjiao flew up and kicked Yuan Qifeng, making him see stars.
“Ow! What are you doing?!”
“Do you have a problem? It’s one thing for you to talk nonsense at home, but now you’re acting crazy in front of outsiders. Are you trying to get yourself killed?”
She didn’t give Yuan Qifeng a chance to speak and started scolding him while grabbing his ear.
Yuan Bozhu stood by and watched coldly, thinking:
Good job.
“But it’s not my fault! Who knew he would open the door just as I said that sentence—”
“Is that the point? Is that the point?! Under circumstances where nothing is certain, you assume Ah Zhu is gay. What kind of brother are you?!”
“Ahh, don’t pull my hair, I’ll go bald!” Yuan Qifeng wailed. “I was just curious about who Ah Zhu’s first love is. Damn it, aren’t you curious?”
“That’s not a reason for you to randomly bring someone home! What if—”
Yuan Wanjiao paused suddenly and said, “What if he’s not a good person and finds out our address, then what?”
Yuan Bozhu frowned slightly, feeling her reprimand was off track. This had nothing to do with Lin Shuanghuai.
Yuan Qifeng struggled to say, “I think the kid seems pretty well-behaved, really, maybe he’s Ah Zhu’s crush, and he’s acting out our story—”
“I’d sooner believe a ghost!”
“Why don’t you figure it out yourself?”
“He’s gone, what’s the use of me figuring it out now? You think I’m a fortune teller? I can just randomly guess without any information?”
“You need an intermediary, right? There’s a pair of slippers over there, the orange ones— the kid wore them, go and figure out their relationship.”
Yuan Bozhu was speechless. He felt Yuan Qifeng would definitely meet his end at the hands of Yuan Wanjiao, actually asking the clean freak to use a pair of slippers for divination.
However, Yuan Wanjiao surprisingly said, “Really? Why didn’t you say so earlier? I’ll go take a look.”
“…”
Yuan Bozhu finally understood.
In this household, he couldn’t expect anyone’s logic to be clear, reasonable, and normal.
Fueled by Yuan Qifeng’s agitation, Yuan Wanjiao rushed over, grabbed the slippers, and ran to her room to use her “special tool” for divination.
Yuan Bozhu had nothing to say.
Even if Yuan Wanjiao did the divination, it wouldn’t yield any results.
It would just help her realize that it was all a misunderstanding.
He gave up on communicating with them, stood up, and returned to his room.
“Ah Zhu, are you really not gay? Ah Zhu, talk to me, Ah Zhu—”
Bang.
Yuan Bozhu shut his voice out of the room. The room was enveloped in chaotic light and shadow.
Yuan Wanjiao’s expression gradually changed from surprise to joy, then to fear. After various ambiguous peach-colored interweavings, only a blush remained.
Completely red.
A strand of golden color, covered by feathers, torn apart to reveal boiling blood flow.
Her eyelashes trembled rapidly, urged by intense heartbeats. She reached out, brushing aside a layer of light.
The base color remained red.
This color carried a scorching temperature, flowing through the narrow confines of the room in the form of light.
There was no way to decipher, no way to stop, no way to halt.
Until the end, all Yuan Wanjiao could see was death, only death.
Despair, in an instant, conveyed to the heart of the witch through the results of the divination.
Spirit communication allowed her to sense it all.
Yuan Wanjiao’s face turned pale.
She had never seen such exact sorrow and fear.
They seemed to exist substantively within the crystal ball.
The smell of blood emanated from the prophecy.
The taste of sin came from a stranger’s body and a not-so-distant future.
The cracked earth was swept by violent storms, the world shrouded in immense panic.
And the cause of all this was what Yuan Qifeng referred to as “Ah Zhu’s crush”.
No, this couldn’t be the outcome.
Yuan Wanjiao’s hands trembled uncontrollably. Slowly, she set down the crystal ball and walked to the door.
She locked it.
Then she walked to the dressing table, sat down, and picked up a small eyebrow scissors.
The next moment, with a sharp tip, she forcefully stabbed her own palm.
Even the pain couldn’t stop her. She bit her lip, her face darkening.
Perhaps by coincidence, Yuan Qifeng knocked on the door at that moment.
“Hey hey hey, what kind of crappy divination are you doing that’s taking so long? Hurry up and come out, I want takeout, order takeout for me!”
“Yuan Wanjiao! Are you asleep in there??”
“Hello? Anyone there? Ten seconds, if you don’t come out, I’ll kick the door down!”
He was noisy.
As if intentionally, knowing that Yuan Wanjiao needed silence, yet making noise outside.
But Yuan Wanjiao was not affected in the slightest.
The vague and unclear answers couldn’t calm her.
She had to know a more exact result—what kind of future that person would bring.
The blood flowed strangely in a restrained manner, a small line of blood slowly extending from the palm, flowing through the wrist, forearm, and into the clothes.
The energy gland in her heart began to stir.
The power of spirit communication suddenly surged in a short period of time. Yuan Wanjiao picked up her special tool again, this time, she used up most of her strength.
A burst of white light appeared before her eyes.
Then, there was a shallow beach, during high tide, waves surging and corpses scattered everywhere, the sea dyed red.
She carefully entered this scene.
She found Yuan Bozhu.
“Ah Zhu…!”
Yuan Wanjiao saw in horror. Her brother, covered in blood, lay there.
And standing beside him was a slender youth, crouching down, leaning close to Yuan Bozhu.
He was saying something, but she couldn’t hear.
She could only see a pair of wings growing from his back.
On the left was dazzling gold, on the right was scorching red. This collision of asymmetry made the originally beautiful feathers take on an unusual terror.
Ominous and strange colors.
Yuan Wanjiao continued to move forward.
She needed to see clearly whether Yuan Bozhu was alive or dead at this moment.
She needed to know who had hurt Yuan Bozhu.
However, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open. Bang.
Yuan Qifeng walked in with a dark face.
“Stop.”
“… Wait a little longer.”
“I said stop! If you keep wasting time, you’ll fucking die here!”
“Wait a little longer…”
Yuan Wanjiao’s eyes stung violently, and she suddenly twitched all over, uttering strange and painful moans.
“Ugh!!”
Then, she suddenly opened her eyes and screamed–
Yuan Wanjiao’s blood was flowing from all seven orifices, and the blood was sucked into the crystal ball.
The skin on her face, neck, and arms all cracked in fine lines.
“Fuck.”
Yuan Qifeng slapped the crystal ball away fiercely.
The power of prophecy backfired on him, and with a bang, as the crystal ball fell to the ground, Yuan Qifeng and Yuan Wanjiao spit out a mouthful of black blood at the same time–
Yuan Wanjiao went into shock, and her heartbeat and breathing stopped instantly.
Yuan Qifeng’s energy gland was severely damaged, but fortunately, as an orc, his physical fitness was much stronger than these liches.
Even though his internal organs were torn apart, he could still wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, pick up Yuan Wanjiao who seemed to be dead, and walk out of the room with a cold face.
He glanced at Yuan Bozhu’s bedroom. The door was closed, so he should not have found anything wrong.
Yuan Qifeng spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva, went out directly from the balcony, and rushed to the roof of the next building. At the fastest speed, he took Yuan Wanjiao to the Nocturnal Island.
Over the years, Yuan Wanjiao has also helped him escape death several times.
Just consider it as a favor.
“Just be happy secretly, you have such a reliable brother like me.”
Seeing Yuan Qifeng’s figure disappear in the sky, Yuan Bozhu retracted his sight.
He walked to Yuan Wanjiao’s room and picked up the crystal ball that looked like a toy from the ground under the corner of the bed.
Yuan Bozhu tried to use his own spell to solve it, but it was useless.
The psychic power of the lich belongs only to them, and all the prophetic scenes cannot be seen by others.
Even Yuan Bozhu can’t use her crystal ball.
He put it back in place, his eyes fell on the slippers that Yuan Wanjiao used as a medium.
Lin Shuanghuai might really have some special identity.
So special that Yuan Wanjiao could not know his future even if she used up all her energy.
***
[What are the characteristics of gays in life? ]
[Is homosexuality common in today’s society? ]
[What should I pay attention to when making friends with gays? ]
[Do gays and straight men have pure friendship? ]
At two o’clock in the morning, Lin Shuanghuai lay on the bed, holding up his mobile phone, looking up some questions he couldn’t figure out.
Yuan Bozhu is gay, and this incident has a great impact on him. So great that he couldn’t recover after returning home.
In fact, Lin Shuanghuai regretted it very much.
On weekdays, he is very good at dealing with emergencies and can play a calm role at any time, but today he failed to calm down and hurriedly escaped from the Yuan family…
Will Yuan Bozhu misunderstand?
Think that Lin Shuanghuai is homophobic?
No, Lin Shuanghuai doesn’t mind those things.
He was just too shocked, so shocked that he dared not stay in the same room with Yuan Bozhu.
But why was he so shocked?
What did it have to do with him whether he was straight or not?
He was not even Yuan Bozhu’s friend now, so how could he care about other people’s sexual orientation?
The fingertips turned away from the owner’s wishes and unknowingly opened another gay social networking site.
Lin Shuanghuai scrolled through all kinds of photos posted by gays on the platform.
His brows knitted quietly.
Most of the popular gays on the Internet are the type with extroverted personalities. They show off their bodies, hobbies, and makeup, and try their best to show their charm.
Yuan Bozhu is quiet, calm, low-key, and has no preferences.
Lin Shuanghuai couldn’t imagine what type of boys Yuan Bozhu would like. One of these people? Or, someone who is very quiet like Yuan Bozhu…
These Internet celebrities are very popular in the circle.
There are countless people leaving comments under each selfie.
There are also many explicit comments.
Lin Shuanghuai glanced at it and was scared to quit quickly.
But after a few seconds, he couldn’t help but click in to see.
Look at this comment: [Good hands, must be easy to hold.]
Lin Shuanghuai unconsciously remembered the day in Xuantian Mountain when Yuan Bozhu held his hand down the mountain.
Yuan Bozhu’s fingers are slender, with distinct joints, strong and warm. Much better looking than the hands in the photo.
It’s also really easy to hold.
He shook his head, sobered up for a moment, and scrolled down again, seeing a comment: [Wow!! What a great abdominal muscle, I’m dying of greed! I want to lick it! 】
Yuan Bozhu’s body appeared uncontrollably in his mind, his smooth and beautiful arms and abdominal muscles, and the lines of his muscles buried in his pants waistband.
Lin Shuanghuai swallowed his saliva subconsciously.
Then he suddenly slammed his phone on the bedside, wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, and dared not look again.
That night, he was thinking about Yuan Bozhu.
Thinking about what was special about this person that made him feel attracted every time.
Thinking about what it would be like if he got close to Yuan Bozhu.
Thinking about why he had so many friends, but only Yuan Bozhu’s response to him could make him feel a sense of satisfaction from the bottom of his heart.
Thinking about whether Yuan Bozhu would misunderstand him after leaving today, causing the relationship between the two people, which had been upgraded with great difficulty, to be pulled apart again.
But what he thought about most was the eyes that Yuan Bozhu glanced at when he took off his glasses.
It was Yuan Bozhu’s hand, Yuan Bozhu’s body, and Yuan Bozhu’s hot embrace when he walked out of the fire.
It was Yuan Bozhu who kicked open the door of the infirmary, bandaged him, and put a meaningless Band-Aid on him…
So, is Yuan Bozhu really gay?
How did he find out that he was gay?
Has he dated a boy?
“Ahhh!”
At four in the morning, Lin Shuanghuai finally couldn’t help it, registered a small account, and asked a question in a gay group.
[How did everyone know that they were gay?]
I thought no one would pay attention to him at this point, but unexpectedly, everyone was very active.
In just a few minutes, there were many replies.
There were also many invalid messages. Someone joked, “Don’t ask such pure questions. It’s late at night. Let’s talk about something exciting.”
But in the end, someone still answered seriously.
“It’s very simple. When I found that I had desires for the bodies of the same sex, I knew that it was bad.”
With a snap, the phone fell and hit Lin Shuanghuai’s face.
He was black in front of his eyes.
…
It’s bad.
The author has something to say:
Yuan: He seems to be homophobic.
Hui: I seem to be gay.