his white moonlight

Cohabitation, this term is already a bit unfamiliar to He Zhaowen.

It has been almost a year since another person who lived here last moved out.

How long will Wei Zihui live here?He Zhaowen thought, next time when we move, will one or two people leave?

Wei Zihui had a lot of things, big and small, and He Zhaowen ran back and forth with him four or five times before he completely moved them.

The two sat on the sofa at He Zhaowen's house, panting. He Zhaowen opened a can of iced Coke for him, and Wei Zihui drank it with his head up, taking advantage of the heat from the air conditioner.

"Wenwen, won't you show me around?" Wei Zihui asked with a smile.

He Zhaowen looked at the three-acre land of his home, and couldn't figure out what was worth introducing, but he still took Wei Zihui for a brief tour.

"The kitchen, I don't know how to cook, so I don't use it very much." He Zhaowen said, "The bedroom, where you will sleep with me in the future. The toilet, there is a utility room over there, and there is also a study room. I occasionally have urgent work. I work there, but I usually go to the studio, which is very efficient.”

Wei Zihui wandered around the study for a while, staring at He Zhaowen's handwriting screen for a long time.

"For drawing." He Zhaowen explained.

Wei Zihui: "I know, but are they all this advanced now? With a screen?"

"The hand-painted board you mentioned has similar functions. I also have it, and it's in the drawer." He Zhaowen pointed to the drawer under the bookcase and said.

Wei Zihui's gaze then moved to the bookcase.

He Zhaowen reads a lot of books. In addition to professional books, there are also some mystery novels, picture books, and several collections of short stories by famous authors.

Wei Zihui's eyes stopped on a black-covered painting album, and He Zhaowen noticed it, took it out for him, and asked, "Interested?"

"Do you like fishing boats too?" Wei Zihui asked him after flipping through the album.

He Zhaowen smiled and said, "The author is quite talented, you can read it here first, and I'll go to the bathroom."

After He Zhaowen left the study, Wei Zihui flipped through the album with trembling fingertips, and found the postscript.

"The third book of paintings was successfully produced. It is more European-style. There are a lot of reference materials for the background that the big fool accompanied me to shoot on the spot. Here, I would like to thank our big fool for your help."

At the end, two Q-version villains are drawn, one holding a camera and the other holding a paintbrush.

When He Zhaowen came back, Wei Zihui had already put the album back to its original place, and stood by the window blankly as if looking at the scenery.

"Fool, what are you thinking?" He Zhaowen waved his hand in front of his eyes, and the water on his hand threw Wei Zihui's face.

Wei Zihui came back to his senses and said: "I didn't think about anything, I was waiting for you to come back. There are still many things left to be cleaned up, and it will be dark soon."

He Zhaowen didn't think too much, so he speeded up and worked with Wei Zihui to unpack his packed things.

Wei Zihui is probably a die-hard fan of Yuzhou. The heaviest box is full of Yuzhou's portfolio, including personal art collections, collaborative art collections he participated in, and even some drafts of Yuzhou's works posted on Weibo. At first glance, it was printed by Wei Zihui himself, and there was a watermark of a fishing boat on the bottom of the A4 paper.

Everyone is a painter. Although the painting styles are different, they still have a few mutual friends. Therefore, although He Zhaowen does not know Yu Zhou, he also followed him on Weibo, and chatted with Wei Zihui while tidying up: "You still I really like Yu Zhou Dashen, good guy, it’s like chasing stars. I haven’t seen such a collection of idol works in chasing stars.”

When it came to fishing boats, Wei Zihui stopped talking and only focused on fixing things.

"I also followed him on Weibo. In the past two years, I posted some daily jokes with my boyfriend on Weibo every day. I haven't seen him in the past few years." He Zhaowen said.

Wei Zihui raised his head abruptly, froze for a moment, and said, "He passed away, almost two years ago."

"Ah?" He Zhaowen was shocked, wondering why he didn't see the Weibo of his friends expressing condolence on the homepage, but then he thought again, when he was busy, he didn't even care about eating, let alone checking Weibo, most likely it was himself missed.

He held back for a long time, then sighed: "It's a pity, if you want to be talented and famous, how can such a person die young?" Then he asked Wei Zihui: "How did he die?"

Wei Zihui bit his lower lip: "I don't know, the internet just said that he passed away."

The atmosphere was a little awkward because of the fishing boat, and He Zhaowen and Wei Zihui didn't exchange a word until the things were packed.

"Thanks for your hard work. In order to celebrate our official cohabitation, I'll treat you tonight." After the things were almost packed, Wei Zihui got up and lay down on He Zhaowen's back, "Wenwen, what do you want to eat?"

He Zhaowen held Wei Zihui's wrist, turned to look at him, and said, "Can I eat you?"

"It's not impossible, but I don't care if I'm full, the more I eat, the hungrier I get." Wei Zihui smiled, looked down at the food app on his phone, turned a few pages and asked, "Do you want hot pot?"

"Yes." He Zhaowen is a bit picky about food, so he has a soft spot for hot pot where he can choose the ingredients by himself.

Different from the Internet, Wei Zihui in real life is very clingy, and he always hangs out with He Zhaowen wherever he goes, lest others will not know that the two of them are gay.

He Zhaowen has been hiding with his former scumbag for a long time, but he is very satisfied with Wei Zihui's approach. He enjoys Wei Zihui's dependence on him.

When the two of them crossed the road holding hands, Wei Zihui seemed a little nervous.People in their thirties after the new year are still afraid of crossing the road like children.

He Zhaowen shook Wei Zihui's sweaty palms back, and said "Don't be afraid".

Wei Zihui was stubborn, wanting to save face, and refused to admit it: "I'm not afraid, you think too much."

He Zhaowen didn't intend to expose him, so he hummed a few times along with his words.

In the hotpot restaurant, the combination of red oil and white soup creates a pattern of Tai Chi, which is hidden in the hot white mist.

"Wenwen, will you stay with me all the time?" Wei Zihui rinsed the tripe, silently recited the rules of ups and downs twice, and then asked.

"You said that..." He Zhaowen laughed.

Who can guarantee that it will last forever?

When which couple held each other's hand, didn't they fantasize about eternity?

Bai Juyi said it all, forever and ever.

When he was a student, the scumbag's predecessor held a rose and said that he wanted to be a couple for the rest of his life.

The results of it?

There are more than 200 appointments. All of them are good brothers.

"But." He Zhaowen said again, "If it were you, I think we might be able to be together for a long time."

Wei Zihui finally showed a satisfied smile.