Why don't you take me in?

  Why don't you take me in?

  At night, the north wind was blowing strongly, and Yan Jing wore thin clothes and dragged his luggage aimlessly on the street.

  "Achoo! Achoo!"

  His grandma's, Yan Jing covered his own nose, enduring not to sneeze, silently scolding in his heart, how did I end up so miserable, even the toilet paper for wiping my nose is gone.

  The back of his neck suddenly felt cool, Yan Jing raised his head and looked up at the sky, "Hey, old heaven, do you have a grudge against me? I'm already homeless, and you're still snowing, sigh, this world is really unfair, even the heavens will kick you when you're down."

  Yan Jing stopped and stood still, turning around in a circle. He saw the lights flashing around him, but unfortunately, there wasn't one that belonged to him. Yan Jing cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted loudly, "Lu Fang, you heartless thing! No, you're not even a thing! Heaven will kill you, Lu Fang! I'll be fine without you!"

  A man's voice echoed from a nearby building, "What a nervous disease! So late at night, why are you yelling like a ghost instead of going home?"

  "Ah! I've lost my home!" Yan Jing shouted towards the source of the sound.

  "You're really something, a grown man who doesn't even have a home." The man stood on the third-floor balcony, holding a cup of coffee and smiling at Yan Jing.

  Yan Jing couldn't see the man's expression, but he was certain that the man must be mocking him. The thing in the man's hand was steaming hot, and God knew how long it had been since Yan Jing had last touched a hot meal or warm water. Yan Jing's mouth began to water, and his saliva almost flowed out. This man was absolutely tempting him.

  "Ah, I'm not capable, if you're capable, then take me in!" Yan Jing deliberately provoked the man, but in his heart he was silently praying, Take me in, take me in, Holy Mother Mary, I don't want to sleep on the streets, I don't want to sleep on the streets in winter, and even more so, I don't want to sleep on the streets that are still snowing...

  "Useless." The man smiled slightly and left the balcony.

  Yan Jing waited for a while under the man's building, but no one came out. "Alas, searching for him in the crowd for thousands of miles, suddenly turning back, that person still disdains me. Hmph, really not a good person."

  Pulling her suitcase, Yan Jing was about to leave when she heard the voice of the man from earlier behind her, "Who isn't a good person? Is it me?"

  Yan Jing immediately turned around and pounced on the man, but actually didn't dare to really pounce on him, afraid of scaring him away. Yan Jing only weakly shouted "Big brother," then under the faint light, Yan Jing finally saw the man's appearance, and immediately changed his greeting, "Uncle, have you decided to take me in?"

  The man took a clear look at Yan Jing's appearance, obviously stunned for a moment, but quickly recovered, "Uncle won't take you in, if it were big brother, I might consider it."

  Yan Jing bowed his head and patted his own face with his hand, "Big brother, I'm just a cheap mouth, you're a magnanimous person, don't lower yourself to my level."

  The man's expression clearly showed his disgust towards Yan Jingming, "Don't be so servile and spineless, it's really disgusting."

  He agreed with the man verbally, but in his heart he thought: Who do you think you are? You just met me and you're already bossing me around. I love how humble I am. I didn't mind that you're ugly and old, overturning my passionate life of loving the same sex. But you look down on me for not having backbone, making you feel sick. Geez, I'd rather sleep on the streets, it's more comfortable.

  Yan Jing was dragging his luggage and about to leave, but the man behind him grabbed his clothes and couldn't move. All he could hear was the man's doting words, "It's late at night, where are you going? Don't make trouble, come home with me."

  Hey, Yan Jing heard this and became even more unhappy. What's with "stop messing around" and "come home with me"? Is this uncle treating himself as his little lover or something? Does this uncle have a problem with his brain or what?

  Yan Jing looked at the man in front of her with sympathy, really couldn't believe it, so young, yet his brain was sick. Yan Jing's sympathetic heart overflowed, and she said gently to the man, "Uncle, go home now. Your family must be worried about you, you don't have to send me off, goodbye."

  The man frowned unhappily, regardless of three seven twenty one, and directly snatched away Yan Jing's luggage. "Follow me home, with you like this, running wild on the streets, what if it causes public panic? Isn't that causing trouble for the country? Besides, I don't have any family, no one will worry about me."

  Perhaps it was the four words "no family" that struck Yan Jing's heart, causing him to automatically ignore the phrase "causing trouble for the country". Anyway, he had no home to return to, so where he stayed didn't matter. So Yan Jing followed the man back "home".

  The man opened the door, and before he could take off his key, Yan Jing had already flown in, "Wow! You're a capitalist, this is too, too, too luxurious. This wolf wearing human skin, how much blood and sweat did you squeeze out of the masses?"

  "Can't you speak properly? Every time you open your mouth, it's all profanity." The man closed the door and saw the footprints on the floor that Yan Jing had left behind. His eyebrows furrowed even more severely, and he regretted bringing this troublemaker into his home.

  "I don't like it when you speak crudely, but if not crudely then what's called elegant? What is elegance? Elegance is just pretending to be a good person."

  Yan Jing found the source of warmth and quickly ran over, leaving behind a row of footprints. "Ah, I almost froze to death earlier! Hey, what did you drink earlier? It was hot, pour me a cup too!"

  The man took out a pair of slippers, "You change into slippers first. Don't move, I'll bring the slippers over to you..."

  Before the man finished speaking, Yan Jing had already run to his side, grabbed the slippers and sat on the floor to change into them. The man rubbed his forehead, and another row of footprints appeared on the floor.

  Yan Jing changed his shoes and stood up, "Hey, what's wrong with you? Can't I help you wipe the floor later? You're so petty."

  The man was taken aback, it seemed that this kid wasn't completely a roughneck after all. "My name is Chu Xueran, don't call me 'little one'."

  "Alright, Chu Xueran, what a girly name. My name is Yan Jing." Yan Jing reluctantly said his own name. Yan Jing had always disliked his own name. As a big and tall man, he was called "Little Jing" every day, just thinking about it made him break out in goosebumps.

  Chu Xueyan stared straight at Yan Jing, his expression somewhat sorrowful, "Yan Se."

  "What color? My name is Yan Jing, Yan Jing! Remember?" Yan Jing pointed to his own big eyes and said viciously.

  "Remember, eyes, Yan Jing." Chu Xueran came back to his senses, pinching Yan Jing's chin with his hand, "This is indeed a face of a beauty who brings trouble, only the neck is a bit thick."

  Chu Xueran finished speaking and went to the kitchen, leaving only Yan Jing alone outside shouting, "Hey! You dare to flirt with me, be careful I'll take liberties with you tonight!"