No one made a sound inside the car when the white car sped down the road. Xue Tian focused on driving while whistling following the melody, and Wen Xiang was busy observing the road they passed.
The owner of the car turned on the radio as soon as both of them got into the car, and a song in a foreign language greeted Wen Xiang's ears. The language was indeed foreign, but he could tell that the lyric was in Korean.
"It's BTS," Xue Tian's voice was suddenly heard along with the song that was still playing. "They are so popular around the world, and you have heard about them, haven't you? I think they're also popular in China? No?"
Wen Xiang had never cared about the entertainment industry. He didn't know any Chinese celebrities, so why should he pay attention to some celebrities from outside the country?
However, he chose to remain silent as he continued his observation of the area they were passing. Indonesia was an agricultural country, and he could tell about it when he saw the proportion of paddy field area they were passing.
The street in the country was relatively narrow compared to the street in an urban area in China, and instead of seeing skyscrapers, he saw many small houses and not-so-tall buildings in the area.
This city was indeed different from Shanghai, but for some reason, he enjoyed the atmosphere here. He had lived for 26 years, and he spent all those years in an urban area. He was tired of the pollution and the situation, and maybe he could see his escape now as a vacation, just like how Chang Jianyu told him.
"How old are you, anyway? Do you want me to call you gege?" Xue Tian's voice suddenly broke his reverie again, causing him to glimpse at the pinkette.
"You said that you couldn't even remember how to speak Chinese, so why do you think we should interact following the norm in China?" Wen Xiang replied sarcastically.
He just met Xue Tian today, and he couldn't understand the latter at all. The pinkette told him that he had left China for so many years until he forgot the Chinese language, and for some reason, his expression looked somewhat gloomy when he told him that.
Wen Xiang didn't want to care about it, so he didn't question that expression. Even if Xue Tian said that they could be sworn brothers, Wen Xiang didn't have any intentions to get close to the man. He would still see the shorter man as a stranger, and he wouldn't care about the man's private life.
"It's not only Chinese who use that kind of courtesy for older people. In Indonesia, younger people have to pay respect to older people too. They usually use 'Kak' to respect older people. Do you want me to call you 'Kak'?"
Wen Xiang was busy with his thoughts, but then he glanced at Xue Tian again upon hearing the man's question. "No need," he answered while bringing his gaze to the front. "You can call me Wen Xiang," he continued.
A pair of brows belonged to Xue Tian raised upon hearing Wen Xiang's cold reply. "You won't let me call you 'Ah Xiang'?"
Wen Xiang's body flinched when he heard the bold question. He then abruptly turned to the pinkette and glared at him. "We're just strangers. Don't cross the line!"
"Ah? We're just strangers? But we agreed to live together, and no strangers would agree to do that!"
Xue Tian's reply came so fast, and it stunned Wen Xiang. He indeed agreed to live in Xue Tian's house, but he didn't want to act familiar with the man at all.
Sighing heavily, Wen Xiang answered while looking away from the other man, "I will only treat you as a landlord. I will pay for the place and for the food you offer me."
It was time for the blue-eyed man to sigh heavily. "I don't need your money," he replied. "I let you live in my house to pay for your kindness. I'm not someone who will rob you just because you're new in this city."
The atmosphere around them grew tenser after Wen Xiang kept treating the pink-haired man coldly. Xue Tian seemed to understand that the black-haired man didn't want to be friends with him, and he decided to let him be in the end.
The car was silent again because Xue Tian suddenly turned off the radio. Perhaps he was not in the mood to listen to music anymore.
Wen Xiang realized that he was the one who brought the uncomfortable atmosphere in the car, but he didn't care. He came to Indonesia to escape from Qin Zemin, not to make friends with a weirdo like Xue Tian.
And even if Xue Tian said that he didn't need money, he planned to pay for the place and the food later. He once again glanced at the pinkette and noticed that the pinkette's appearance looked like someone who usually slept on the street.
The pink hoodie was already worn out, and there were also holes in the shoes. Xue Tian was indeed driving a car now, but perhaps the car was not even his. He assumed the man actually needed money, but his high pride didn't let him beg for it.
"I live with someone at home, so I hope you won't be surprised when you meet her later," Xue Tian broke the silence again. He had been driving the car for about an hour, and Wen Xiang expected that they were about to arrive at the man's house.
Xue Tian suddenly said that he was living with someone at home, and it was a 'her.' Wen Xiang couldn't help but wonder inwardly, 'He's living together with a woman? Is she his wife? But I think he's still young for marriage?'