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After dinner, Aunt Hui went downstairs to chat with Aunt Zheng for a walk, and sent the two of them to clean up the housework at home.

Of course Ye Xingzhi went to wash the bowls, and Zhou Weixia sat on the cool chair, waiting for him while drying a pot of tea.

He just had a symbolic dip in the wine just now, but his face was still slightly red, and he was playing with the teacup beside the small wooden table with his chin propped up.

Ye Xingzhi walked around behind him, touched his hot face with hands that were soaked in water, shook his head and smiled, "You're so drunk?"

Zhou Weixia rubbed against his palm and said lazily, "Two cups of tea will be enough."

The man sat down beside him, his arms were put on the back of the cool chair and he was loosely embraced, and accompanied him to look up at the star-studded night sky outside the skylight.

Zhou Weixia yawned, took out his mobile phone and handed it over, and showed him the email his father had just sent, "I have contacted the exhibition hall, and my father is asking when you can come over."

Ye Xingzhi looked at it, put the phone on the tea table aside, let him lean on his shoulder comfortably, and said, "At least wait until you come back from England."

"En." Zhou Weixia agreed softly.

"Speaking of it—" Ye Xingzhi ran along his hair in a casual manner, and his voice lowered, "Mr. Zhou, think about the title of the solo exhibition."

Not knowing whether it was the little bit of alcohol, or the effect of the cool night breeze and gentle whispers, Zhou Weixia calmly let his consciousness fall into a haze, closed his eyes and said, "You have to think about it."

Ye Xingzhi kissed his forehead and took him back to the bedroom, "Think about it, I have plenty of time to wait for you."

Zhou Weixia was lying on the bed, the right hand that was covering his cheek was covering his eyes, allowing him to press it up and move wantonly, just smiled lightly and didn't speak.

The dried tea was naturally not finished.

Fortunately, the nights are long and there is always something else to do.

They stayed in city A for a few days before booking a ticket to London.

When I didn't want to change planes, I happened to meet Mr. Yan's family. Yan Ping thought that Ye Xingzhi was going to see the Venice Biennale, and expressed his willingness to be a tour guide.

Zhou Weixia was surprised that the two of them got on well together, Ye Xingzhi even said to see each other in a few days when they were saying goodbye.

"Since when did you two know each other so well?"

"Recently." Ye Xingzhi didn't pretend to be a joke, and said close to his ear, "Please help me keep an eye on you in the future, so as not to be deceived by some low-level painter."

Zhou Weixia snorted, and pulled him away with a smile, "Who can fool you?"

The flight was late, but the sky darkened very slowly during London summer time, and although the landing time was late, I didn't feel sleepy.They lost jet lag for two days in a row, and only went to Zhou Weixia's former school in the morning of the third day.

Zhou Weixia didn't like to go out during his years of study, and usually rotated in a few fixed places.But the weather was fine that day. After thinking about it, he bought two tickets for St. Pancras train station and took Ye Xingzhi to the White Cliffs of Dover.

The neighborhood is beautiful on a sunny day in summer, and the vast lawn ends with a clear and boundless sea.Zhou Weixia stood on the edge of the handrail of the plank road, turned his back to the sea and said to Ye Xingzhi, "When I was studying, I would come here occasionally to stay."

Ye Xingzhi fastened his hat for him, and smiled, "You will find a place to hide quietly."

Zhou Weixia didn't speak, his hands were a little cold from the wind, he still went to hold Ye Xingzhi and walked along the top of the cliff to the coffee shop he used to frequent.

He asked Ye Xingzhi to sit down, went to the bar and ordered cake and tea very familiarly.Sitting back in the seat, I don't know what touched me, as if I went back to the time when I came to see the scenery alone two or three years ago, looking out of the window ecstatically.

Ye Xingzhi took off his hat for him and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"How do you like it here?"

The question was random, but Ye Xingzhi answered anyway, "Very beautiful."

Zhou Weixia came back to his senses, somehow his eyes were evasive.He coughed lightly, "Well... this white cliff is very special to the British. If you are sailing at sea, you will go home if you park close to this white cliff..."

He suddenly introduced the place in a serious manner. Ye Xingzhi was a little strange, but listened to him patiently.

Zhou Weixia's eyes fell on the plate of cake between the two of them, Qiqi Aiai said, "You know, I seldom spend time with my father..." He was almost incoherent, "So, I didn't have the concept of family when I was young..."

"But one day, that day, standing here and seeing a boat sailing towards the Dover port, I suddenly understood what it felt like to want to go back somewhere."

Ye Xingzhi frowned, wanting to shake his hand.Zhou Weixia shook his hand, insisted on pulling his hand away, pressed his fingertips on the edge of the plate of cake and emphasized softly, "At that time, I didn't think I had any expectations. But now I want to ask..."

He turned the plate of cake to reveal a ring among the rose petals.

"Would you like to—"

Come back to me again.

Ye Xingzhi was stunned, and didn't say a word for a long time.They were sitting in the corner by the window, no one passed by, but Zhou Weixia's face still turned red slowly.

He moved a little and accidentally touched the plate.Ye Xingzhi seemed to wake up in an instant, grabbed the ring and put it on himself as if afraid of people's repentance.

The movement was so fast and clumsy that I almost missed my fingers.

Zhou Weixia's lips moved, his nose felt sore for some reason, but he couldn't help laughing.

No matter where he was, Ye Xingzhi insisted on leaning over to kiss him, pinching his chin and whispering, "I should ask this question."

"Teacher Zhou moved too fast."

For the first time, Zhou Weixia pushed him away without considering his surroundings, and smiled at him with a blushing face, "I also thought about delivering it at home. But every time I take something out of the kitchen..."

Ye Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, and finally understood what he was busy hiding in the kitchen these days, "No wonder."

He lowered his head, looked at the brand new ring that Zhou Weixia had secretly put on on his left hand, kissed it lightly, then raised his head and said to him, "Xia Xia, go home."

They finally went to Venice to find Yan Ping as promised.The young man yelled when he saw the rings on their hands, saying that Ye Xingzhi was too efficient.

The two looked at each other and smiled, looking at each other without speaking.

After seeing the exhibition for a few days, Mr. Zhou was really in a hurry in China, so they booked a return flight.

When the notification sounded that the flight was about to land, Ye Xingzhi was scribbling the idea of ​​the work in his notebook, when he suddenly remembered, he put down his pen and asked the people around him, "Have you decided on the title of the solo exhibition?"

Zhou Weixia was originally looking out the window, but when he heard this, he turned his head to look at him.Seeing the outline of the flame he drew in his notebook, a vague idea flashed through his mind.

"Have you figured it out?" Seeing that he didn't answer, Ye Xingzhi held his hand and asked again.

"Think it over." Zhou Weixia heard himself say.

He remembered the manuscript he had turned over that afternoon, and looked back at his lover who was watching him tenderly.

He knew the second half of Ye Xingzhi's unfinished sentence.

- "There is always someone, there is always someone who will see the fire, come over and be with me."

- "From what is your name to later, everything."

"What's it called?" Ye Xingzhi asked him.

Zhou Weixia grasped him tightly in the coming weightlessness, and replied:

""What's your name?"."

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