Going Against the Wind (Lan Lin)

Chapter 3

Warning: Xiao Xuan is still underage. Please don't continue reading if you feel uncomfortable. 

Recently it rained quite frequently, the weather changing fluctuating tremendously. It should clearly be autumn, yet it was often muggy. Today it was just seven o'clock, and the sky was already pitch black, looking like there would be another heavy rainstorm.

With this kind of weather, there probably wouldn't be much business in the bar, but Zhong Li still persisted in going out. Ouyang greatly admired his sincerity.

If Zhong Li could enroll in a traditional music school to study, his achievements now would probably be quite good, but that cost to them was truly too expensive.

Zhong Li was from a single-parent family, not financially well off, and he was big and tall, his schoolwork not that great; what mother could see an artist's temperament in him. After going to technical school, he quickly came out to work.

But Ouyang Xiwen had been moved not just once by his self-created pieces; thus, he always firmly believed his friend was an unrefined jade full of talent. After receiving this month's salary, Ouyang planned to go buy tickets to a certain famous band's show next month to gift to Zhong Li.

But they were truly popular, the quantity very limited, and even money couldn't guarantee the purchase.

Upon hearing a knock on the door, Ouyang smiled as he stood up. "I told you not to go out..."

"Teacher."

Standing outside the door was not Zhong Li who had returned, but a dripping wet Xiao Xuan.

"Ah, you, why are you..." Ouyang was very surprised, his feeling of joy was momentarily so strong that he even stammered somewhat.

"It's raining really hard today."

"Ah, you didn't bring an umbrella..."

"I was halfway here when it started raining. There were no supermarkets nearby that sold umbrellas, I ran all the way here." Xiao Xuan pouted his cheeks, his wet black hair sticking to his pure white cheeks, making his originally large eyes appear even more black and deep, lovely yet pitiful.

"Is that so, you, you wait a second, I'll get you a towel." Being stared at by him so innocently, Ouyang was a little at a loss. "Take off your clothes to dry for a bit, or else you'll catch a cold... Ah, even your books got wet..."

Xiao Xuan dripped water as he stepped into the living room, dirtying the floor that had just been scrubbed, but Ouyang didn't notice, hurrying to and fro to find a towel, pour hot tea.

He didn't notice that his emotions were already completely controlled by Xiao Xuan.

"Teacher, let me shower at your place, okay?" Xiao Xuan pointed to his half wet coat and completely drenched pants, tilting his head, "It's all dirty..."

"Ah, okay." Ouyang quickly led him to the bathroom. "Look, the hot water faucet handle is on this side, cold water is on this side..."

Xiao Xuan seemed to have never used this kind of bath device. While Ouyang taught him how to adjust the water temperature, he stood behind him, his chest barely touching Ouyang's back.

Clearly it was just a child who was more or less his height, yet this kind of imposing manner was forceful to the point that it was impossible to ignore. Ouyang didn't know why his palms were a little sweaty, "Wash slowly, call me if you need anything."

After he left and closed the door, a while later, Ouyang remembered that he hadn't prepared a pair of clean clothes.

But hearing the sound of running water, he was already too embarrassed to knock on the door, only holding the clothes and waiting outside.