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It was Xiao Ye who brought the gardener before him. Just a moment ago, the girl had said she was going out to play, and now she returned bouncing with someone in tow, pushing him forward and saying, “Dad! This uncle says he’s here to apply for a job!”
The man, wearing worn-out cloth shoes, appeared quite awkward. After the girl walked away, he hesitantly spoke in a heavy accent, “I can plant flowers.”
This statement reminded him of how long he had been looking for a gardener without finding anyone suitable. He quickly wiped his wet hands on his apron and approached to invite the man to sit down and offer him a cup of water. However, as he walked closer, the man actually stepped back a few paces, shaking his head and repeating his earlier statement.
He could tell that this man was a farmer; his dark skin and rough hands indicated years of hard labor. Although his clothes were somewhat old, they were clean, while his shoes looked tattered from extensive wear. Moreover, this Jiang Family Courtyard was a private residence, and anyone visiting such a secluded estate for the first time would naturally feel nervous.
He reached out to grasp the man's hand and forcibly pulled him down into a chair. After handing him the prepared tea, he sat beside him and asked gently why he had come to the city to seek work.
“There was a disaster in the village; a flash flood buried my home, and everyone died. I was in the city buying supplies at the time, so I survived.” The man spoke little, responding only briefly while keeping his gaze fixed on the ground, sitting up straight with his hands tightly gripping his trousers.
“We are mainly looking for a gardener here. Room and board are provided. If you can plant flowers, you can stay; if not, I can arrange another position for you. My name is Chen Meng; I’m the steward here, but everyone calls me Uncle Meng.”
Perhaps it was his gentle demeanor that made the man relax; he noticed him moving. From his pocket, he pulled out an ID card wrapped in plastic and pushed it toward him. “My name is Yang Guang. I can plant flowers; there’s a flower business in my village.”
The steward smiled as he took the ID card and stood up. “Have you eaten? Let’s go have something to eat in the garden. I’ll show you around and tell you where you’ll be staying. If you need any living supplies, just let me know; we’ll take care of everything except your personal items.”
The honest farmer took everything seriously. Sometimes his stubbornness would lead to conflicts with others in the courtyard. He would sit by the flowerbed with a stern face listening to arguments without much rebuttal but would not act according to others’ wishes.
Whenever such situations arose, it was Uncle Meng who resolved them; this time was no exception. Having never been angry with anyone before, he managed to persuade those wanting to pick flowers with just a few words. Once they left, he squatted beside the gardener to explain what had happened earlier and urged him not to be upset.
The gardener looked up at this kind man who had always treated him gently and dryly stated that he wasn’t angry. Upon hearing this, Uncle Meng smiled even more brightly and murmured that it was good he wasn’t upset. He also mentioned that the cook had made dumplings for dinner and that they should come early to eat.
However, Uncle Meng was always busy; just as he turned to leave again, Yang Guang felt a pang of reluctance. Before he could fully straighten up, Uncle Meng bent down again, clutching his stomach as if struggling to breathe properly. The gardener hurriedly stood up to support him and noticed that Uncle Meng’s forehead was slick with sweat from pain, his face pale as a sheet.
Not long after arriving here, an older employee had given him some medicine, saying that the steward often suffered from stomach pains and that if he saw him clutching his belly, he should remember to offer him a pill. But today he hadn’t taken any; the medicine lay on the table in the break room, which was quite far from here at the edge of the garden.
The steward always wore a suit. As Yang Guang helped him toward a resting chair and touched that pale hand, he realized that Uncle Meng felt cold all over. Perhaps it was because of his weak constitution that cold made his stomach ache. Thinking this way, without considering whether Uncle Meng would mind or not, he rubbed his hands together to warm them before slipping them under Uncle Meng's suit jacket against his cold belly.
“When I caught a chill and had stomach pain, my mother used to do this,” Yang Guang said gently. “Once you feel better, I’ll go get you some medicine.”
Uncle Meng was very thin; there wasn’t even an ounce of extra flesh on his belly—his two hands nearly covered it entirely.
The warmth spread from Uncle Meng's belly throughout his body, effectively alleviating the pain. As Uncle Meng lay back on the chair looking at Yang Guang, he softly said thank you. The honest yet somewhat clumsy man showed no extra expression but withdrew his hands only to rub them together again before placing them back on Uncle Meng’s belly: “You’ve been good to me; it’s only right.”
This incident brought them closer together; whenever Yang Guang went into the garden, regardless of whether Uncle Meng’s stomach hurt or not, he would warm up his hands again to help soothe him. Because of this bond, they smoothly ended up lying on the same bed.
Although things went smoothly before getting into bed, there were still twists and turns along the way.
One night while picking flowers in the garden, Yang Guang saw that Uncle Meng was still diligently weeding away as it neared midnight. He called out for him to rest and continue tomorrow instead. The usually silent man did stop but followed closely behind him as if there was something he wanted to say.
“I’ll take these flowers inside first; will you wait for me? I’ll listen if you have something to say.”
When he returned, he saw the gardener sitting on the edge of the bed, holding an intricately designed bracelet with a serious expression on his face.
"What’s wrong?" he asked as he sat down beside him, noticing the gardener offering the bracelet to him.
"This is my mother's keepsake and the most valuable thing I own. It was meant for my fiancée, but she was buried in a landslide. You have treated me the best since I came here, and I really like you. But since you have a daughter, you probably don’t like men, so please accept this bracelet as my way of repaying you."
The butler listened intently, surprised yet unsure whether to feel shocked or pleased. In truth, he also had feelings for the gardener, which is why he always made time to visit the garden to chat and relax, even just watching him tend to the flowers made him happy.
Now that the matter was laid bare, he no longer held back. He unbuttoned his suit jacket to reveal a gruesome scar on his abdomen for the gardener to see.
"My daughter is my biological child." This statement clearly startled the gardener, who stared at him in confusion, blinking repeatedly. The butler realized he needed to explain further: "I had her because although I appear male, my body is both male and female. I've never been married; I don’t even know who her biological father is—he was just someone whose seed I borrowed to have a child."
He gently pushed the bracelet back towards the gardener. "I really like you and have thought about how you might feel if I expressed my feelings for you. Hearing you say this today makes me very happy. I'm ten years older than you and am what they call a 'yin-yang person.' If you think I'm unclean because of that, just pretend tonight never happened..."
He shared with the gardener about how he had once paid workers for certain services, his voice trembling with emotion as tears filled his eyes. He had lived half his life under the shadow of that experience, which had kept him from seeking companionship all these years. The harsh words from that worker had robbed him of confidence in loving someone else.
Before he could wipe away his tears, rough hands cupped his face. Looking up, he saw the gardener leaning closer and heard him say, "You are clean. I haven’t been educated much and don’t understand what a yin-yang person is; it doesn’t matter to me whether you have both male and female parts—I just like you. Your daughter is yours no matter what; losing your uterus is significant, and if you're often in pain now, it’s likely because you didn’t recover well after surgery. I’ve never been with anyone; if you don’t want to do anything, that’s fine—I’m content just holding you. Wear the bracelet; my mother will know and will surely protect you."
Upon hearing this, the butler cried even harder as if releasing years of pent-up emotions. He held onto the gardener tightly, burying his head in the man’s broad shoulder while feeling gentle pats on his back.
Once he had cried enough, he asked the gardener not to sleep yet and went to take a shower while waiting for him. He retrieved lubricant and condoms from his room and also made sure to clean himself thoroughly. The gardener had never done anything like this before, and neither had he.
When he returned to the gardener's room, he found the man only wearing underwear and drying his hair; water droplets slid down his strong physique, looking far more attractive than any fitness model.
The butler slowly removed his own clothes until only his underwear remained before reaching out to grasp the gardener's package. The gardener initially protested but then accepted a condom handed to him as the butler knelt on the bed and began pleasuring him: "If it’s you, I’m willing."
Neither of them knew much about anal sex, but the butler had more knowledge than the gardener did. He guided him gently to use his lubricated fingers on himself; it was painful at first with two fingers inside him, yet there was sensation—he could feel moisture dripping from places he hadn’t intended to use.
The gardener was incredibly gentle as if treating this person in his arms like a delicate flower—he didn’t dare apply too much pressure. His slender hands helped bring pleasure in a way that felt entirely different; it had been so long since he had experienced this kind of touch that simply being stimulated made him hard.
But he was afraid—afraid of hurting the butler—so he let him guide every action.
Once all four fingers were comfortably inside the butler without any movement at first, he watched as pleasure overtook him; soon enough, he put on a condom and turned into a kneeling position facing him: "Go ahead; I want you."
The man’s body felt tight and warm; experiencing this for the first time made the gardener instantly addicted. He grasped the butler's slender waist instinctively pushing deeper inside him. The fragrance of flowers in the room mixed with their own scents and created an intoxicating atmosphere filled with desire.
Due to not having done this in a long time, he couldn’t last long inside the butler. When he finally stopped moving, the butler slowly collapsed onto the bed; watching his chest rise and fall rapidly filled him with panic—he feared that he might have hurt him.
Not having time to worry about the condom still stuck on him, he embraced the butler anxiously asking what was wrong. The flushed face breathing through his mouth smiled softly as he leaned against him: "It feels good; being with you feels good."
With that said, the butler wrapped around him and fell into a deep sleep while leaving him cautiously kissing those soft lips. Looking at their disheveled bed sheets, after discarding the condom and cleaning himself up, the gardener dressed quickly before gently covering the butler with a clean blanket and changing out all of their sheets.
Just as he was about to wash up himself, someone called out softly from outside. Stepping out, he found the butler's daughter blushing as she handed him a bag filled with items while unable to contain her laughter: "Daddy Flower! Remember to help my dad clean up after you're done; there’s lubricant inside which can cause infections if not washed off properly! After washing up just apply some medicine for him! You both should rest early; give me those sheets—I’ll throw them in the washing machine! Here’s some medicine."
He felt envious of the butler for having such strength yet gentleness while maintaining an imperfect yet happy family. Now it seemed that he too had become part of that family.
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