his white moonlight

When Wen Le went back to school, he missed half a semester of review, and couldn't keep up with many knowledge points. Wei Zihui enthusiastically taught him bit by bit, and didn't dislike him.

But Wen Le still keenly felt the difference in the atmosphere.

Wei Zihui would no longer approach him unconsciously, stroking his thigh with a wicked smile while calling him to smell it.

Like an invisible wall, separating the two people.

But life has to go on, and Wen Le never expects anything from Wei Zihui, the other party is willing to give it to him, and he doesn't intend to force it if he doesn't give it to him.

The days of the third year of high school actually passed very quickly. In the face of arranging a fulfilling life, time is always merciless.After passing the three models, the college entrance examination will take place in a blink of an eye.

The college entrance examination in a small town is jointly allocated by several nearby schools according to the different subjects chosen by the students.All the students were forced to live in the school, and Wei Zihui and Wen Le were lucky enough to be assigned to the school's exams.

The classroom was to be used as an examination room, and the grade director was reluctant to give up the opportunity to sharpen his guns every minute and every second. He took Wei Zihui and his class to the third floor of the stadium, arranged temporary tables and chairs, and forced a group of restless young men to sit at the end of high school. The time is peaceful and quiet, self-study on the ground.

Wei Zihui definitely didn't do it. In his words, how could such a good time before the exam be used for review?

Wen Le couldn't stand the way he was chattering on the side, and was worried that he would affect the classmates next to him and be hated by others, so he went out of his way to save the country and took him to the studio specially prepared by the school for art candidates.

The studio is on the fourth floor of the laboratory building behind the gymnasium. It is rumored that there are real corpse specimens in the biology laboratory. In addition, the lights in the building are dim, and ordinary students will not approach it easily.

Wei Zihui followed Wen Le tremblingly, ducking his head, being honest to death.

"Afraid of this?" Wen Le thought it was funny, Wei Zihui had a strong sense of personal heroism, and he always looked like he was not afraid of anything, but he never expected to be afraid of the school's strange talk.

Wei Zihui refused to admit it, insisting that he just felt that the light here was dim, and it was easy to fall when walking.

Wen Le didn't expose him, and moved his fingers on the side of his clothes, motioning for Wei Zihui to pull him over: "Pull me, I can't fall."

Wei Zihui couldn't get what he wanted, so he grabbed Wenle, his palms were sweaty.

There was no one else in the laboratory building, and the two of them walked together, seeming to be able to hear each other's heartbeat.Just a few minutes from the first floor to the fourth floor seems to have gone through half a lifetime.

The anti-theft door of the studio was ajar, and there was still no one inside. Wei Zihui followed Wen Le and entered carelessly.

The last person to leave yesterday left the window open, the sketch paper in the room was blown into a mess, and the drawings on the drawing board were also blown to pieces.

Wen Le was busy cleaning up, and Wei Zihui accompanied him.The smell of the painting materials in the studio was very similar to that on Wen Le. Wei Zihui picked up a drawing board and lowered his head to smell it.

"What about pretending to be a dog?" Wen Le teased.He felt that Wei Zihui had gone farther and farther on the road of no return for Silly Shiba Inu over the years, and had never collapsed.

Wen Le stood against the light, and the light behind him covered his whole body with a layer of gold.

Wei Zihui looked at him, took a deep breath, Wen Le could see with his naked eyes that the other party became stiff and uneasy.

"Is this stupid?" Wen Le lowered his head and waved his hands in front of Wei Zihui's eyes.

"I..." Wei Zihui acted foolishly again, and said blankly, "I want to be with you all the time."

"Aren't we together?" Wen Le understood what Wei Zihui meant, but he was pretending to be stupid on purpose. He wanted to hear what Wei Zihui said clearly, so clearly that a three-year-old could understand it.

"It's not like this!" Wei Zihui said quickly, "That's right, it's okay to have a date...?"

"You told me this before the college entrance examination? Aren't you afraid that being rejected by me will affect your mood and make you perform abnormally?" Wen Le asked with a smile.

Wei Zihui's eyes dimmed, and he said, "I'm afraid, but I want to tell you in person. I'm afraid I won't see you after the exam." Wen Le made a full schedule for his vacation. From Tibet to Hainan, he wished he could go all over the country again.

"Oh." Wen Le nodded thoughtfully.

"What about you? What's your answer?" Wei Zihui asked.He doesn't like ambiguity, if he likes it, he likes it, and if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it. He has to get a clear answer, otherwise he will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Wen Le felt that maybe he should take the initiative, he was the one who moved first, and he couldn't let Wei Zihui do everything.

Wen Le approached him, bent down, and kissed Wei Zihui on the mouth.The teenagers don't know how to kiss, and they stopped abruptly like a touch of water, but both of them blushed.

"Then it's settled, we will always be together." Wei Zihui lowered his eyes to look at Wen Le's toes, and stretched out his little finger towards him.

Wei Zihui's words made Wen Le's heart beat like thunder, and his whole body trembled, as if a pen, dipped in cinnabar, gently tapped a mole on his heart with the softest tip.

"Well, we've been together forever."

Wen Le hooked his fingers together with him and promised.

In the studio, under the sunlight falling in front of the window, there is a pair of young people embracing each other.

It seems that if they hug each other like this, they can really go on together and love each other forever, just like today.

It's a pity that the vows made when we were young were too light, and the years were too long. The two of them stumbled and passed through the wind and rain year after year. They never thought of letting go of their clenched hands.

Extra Story: My cinnabar mole is over.