On May 1st, the school gave them three days off. Lin Feiran had booked the train tickets early, and on the first day of vacation he and Gu Kaifeng took the high-speed rail to A City.

The two of them got on the train and secured their luggage, then Lin Feiran took out a math mock exam and some scratch paper from his backpack and called out to Gu Kaifeng. “Come on, let’s race to answer the questions.”

“All right.” With an indulgent expression, Gu Kaifeng put away the iPad he had just taken out and got out his own math paper. He lazily lowered the tray table and said, “Once we’re done with this, play a game with me.”

“Sure.” Lin Feiran nodded and glanced down at his watch as he wrote a big letter C next to the first multiple-choice question. He said with a thick face, “8:52, start. The one who finishes last is a pig.”

Gu Kaifeng stretched his neck to glance at Lin Feiran’s paper, then answered C for his own first multiple-choice question.

Lin Feiran pretended to be angry. “You’re copying from me.”

“My face is thick.” Gu Kaifeng swiftly calculated the second question with his right hand while caressing his own face with his left. “Your kisses have even left calluses.”

Lin Feiran: “......”

He really was thick-faced.

Lin Feiran did another two questions, then glanced down at the backpack on his lap. He pulled the zipper open wider and gave the costume spirit, which claimed to have claustrophobia, some air.

The drama queen had followed them the whole way. Perhaps she was overjoyed at finally getting to return home – she was incredibly excited, chattering to Lin Feiran without stopping. He had not replied to her much, to prevent passersby from thinking he was insane. Now that he had buried his head in his homework, the drama queen had no outlet for all her emotions and had to entertain herself. During the train ride, she played more than a dozen parts, and acted out a Chinese rendition of ‘Murder on the Orient Express’.

The drama queen: “I’m dead, I’m dead!”

The drama queen: “The train conductor is a suspicious character.”

The drama queen: “According to my deductions, the murderer is...”

It was rather pitiful!

An hour and twenty minutes later, Lin Feiran finished his math paper. As he put down his pen, he swiftly glanced in Gu Kaifeng’s direction. Gu Kaifeng was currently doing the last complicated question.

“I won. The last to finish is a pig.” Lin Feiran raised a hand and pulled at Gu Kaifeng’s ear, grinning wickedly. “Pig’s ears.”

“Hm, hm.” Gu Kaifeng very obligingly snorted twice like a pig. He scooped up Lin Feiran’s mischievous hands and pressed them onto his own thigh, asking, “When does my master intend to eat me?”

Lin Feiran said imperiously, “I’m keeping you at least until the new year.”

“Don’t, master.” Gu Kaifeng pressed down on Lin Feiran’s hands, leading him to move it up his thigh. Worried that the people behind them would hear, he dropped his voice. “I’m delicious right now. Radiant and handsome, full of energy, both nice to touch and nice to taste...”

Lin Feiran’s Adam’s apple rolled for a moment. He moved closer to Gu Kaifeng’s ear. With a little awkwardness, as he was not used to it, he whispered something seductive: “Tonight I... will definitely eat you clean.”

Gu Kaifeng had no time to react before Lin Feiran swiftly retreated to his own seat, picking up his bag and putting it between him and Gu Kaifeng. He looked down and hid behind the bag, so embarrassed his ears had gone fully red.

Gu Kaifeng was very amused. That strange, beautiful thought had vanished without a trace, and now he said, as if cajoling a child, “RanRan...”

“Don’t talk!” Lin Feiran pushed his bag into Gu Kaifeng’s face, still red.

“I won’t say anything.” Gu Kaifeng smiled, looked down and resumed his train of thought, solving the question. His pen flew over the paper and he finished the last question.

Lin Feiran picked up Gu Kaifeng’s bag and pulled out the iPad. He asked, “What do you want to do? Did you load a movie onto here?”

“I didn’t.” Gu Kaifeng took the iPad and slid his finger across the screen twice. “Let’s play this. A two-player game.’

Lin Feiran looked at it: it was an English game.

“You’re yellow, I’m white.” Gu Kaifeng explained the rules in a gentle voice. “The rules are very simple. Just drag the square into an empty space of the right color. Just follow the numbers. The dotted lines will move.”

“That’s too easy. What’s fun about it?” Lin Feiran snorted. “Can you pick something more difficult? Let Ran-ge show you what’s amazing gameplay.”

Gu Kaifeng laughed quietly and enunciated clearly, dragging out his words, “You’ve shown me amazing gameplay many times already.”

Lin Feiran: “.....”

Does he have any sense of propriety at all?!

“Let’s play for a while.” Gu Kaifeng insistently opened the game.

Some yellow and white blocks appeared on the screen, as well as some matching dotted lines. Lin Feiran pressed onto his two yellow blocks with two fingers, dragging them toward the dotted line. Gu Kaifeng also dragged his two white blocks... While dragging, their fingers would occasionally brush against each other and touch each other. Although they were regularly intimate, the sensation of fingers meeting and then separating ignited an especially strong fire in their hearts. After Lin Feiran had played for a while, his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly and his sitting posture became rigid. As their fingers touched again and again, Gu Kaifeng suddenly laughed. Lin Feiran glanced guiltily at him, and as their heated gazes met, Gu Kaifeng caught hold of Lin Feiran’s beautiful hand and rubbed it with his own. It did not undo the knot in his heart and he grit out: “I want to kiss you.”

Lin Feiran’s heart was currently also overflowing, and he enthusiastically suggested, “Let’s go to the toilet?”

“No way.” Gu Kaifeng smiled wickedly. “It doesn’t smell good. Let’s wait until we get back to the hotel.”

If the little sticky cake was covered in a bad smell, how could he eat it?!

Lin Feiran closed this very frustrating game, opened a motion game he was very good at, and began playing. Gu Kaifeng watched while giving exaggerated praise: “Very good combo! RanRan’s so amazing. Wow, this action. You could host a show about this game.”

“I just play it a lot, so I got good at it.” Lin Feiran’s little tail quirked up and he pretended to be modest.

Gu Kaifeng held his smile in so hard he might have sustained internal injury.

The train arrived at the station, and Gu Kaifeng opened his Yin-Yang Eyes again. The drama queen who had been ignored the whole way was no less enthusiastic; she still ran around excitedly. Seeing that they could both see her again, she urged: “It’s only 1 p.m. Shall we go today? The house probably hasn’t closed.”

“We’ll definitely go today.” Lin Feiran pointed at his and Gu Kaifeng’s luggage. “But we have to go to the hotel first to drop off our bags.”

The drama queen grumbled, seeming quite unwilling. But her original form was still in Lin Feiran’s backpack, after all, and she could not escape it so she had to follow them to the hotel. The two dropped off their bags and did not even stop to eat before getting a cab to Shen Fengsheng’s old house. In the car, Lin Feiran pulled out a box of biscuits and a bottle of milk from his bag. He shared it with Gu Kaifeng, one bite at a time, and between the two of them they finished it. Lin Feiran greedily licked his lips and said to Gu Kaifeng, “In A City there’s a very good underground restaurant. All local delicacies. I went with my mom and dad before. Let’s keep our stomachs empty, and when we drop the drama...” Lin Feiran glanced at the driver. “Once we’re done settling her matter, I’ll take you there and we’ll have a good meal.”

“All right. I’m not hungry,” Gu Kaifeng said gently as he brushed a crumb from Lin Feiran’s lips with a finger, then licked his own fingertip.

About ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of Shen Fengsheng’s old house.

Not many tourists came to visit the old house, and from the doorway they could not see many people inside. Lin Feiran carried his backpack from the car and went to the ticketing counter to get passes. Just as he was about to go in, the drama queen who had been nagging ‘Hurry, hurry’ the whole way now screamed, “Wait!”

Lin Feiran stopped. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m nervous.” The drama queen paced back and forth in front of the door, occasionally touching up her hair and clutching at her heart. On her bloodless face, two circles of red bloomed. She looked like a girl about to meet her dream lover – very different from her usual manner.

Lin Feiran wanted to laugh. There wasn’t anyone near the door, so he relaxed and started talking to the drama queen. “What’s gotten into you? This isn’t like you at all.”

“I... I...” The drama queen forcefully put her hands on her hips, raising one elegant eyebrow, but her face was still pink. “What do you know? I’m expressing my character’s feelings on returning home!”

“Then are you finished expressing them?” Lin Feiran asked.

“No, not yet.” The drama queen hesitantly retreated a step. “Let me act some more.”

Lin Feiran felt a sense of sympathy for her hesitance.

“Ah, do you think my owner has reincarnated?” the drama queen asked Lin Feiran.

“I don’t know,” Lin Feiran answered honestly. “I don’t know if he has any regrets.”

“Regrets...” The drama queen tilted her head and thought. “My master had a good career, lived to a ripe old age, and didn’t marry or have children. His entire life, he didn’t think of anything aside from acting. He probably didn’t have any regrets.”

“Then he probably went to reincarnate,” Lin Feiran whispered.

The drama queen pursed her lips. In her nonchalance surfaced a hint of desolation: “That must be so. Then I... am not afraid anymore. Let’s go.”

Lin Feiran carried the costume into Shen Fengsheng’s old house.