perfect life

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing He Zihan's dazed expression, Chen Zeyu asked worriedly.

"No... By the way, why did you move out?" He Zihan came back to his senses, shook his head again, and shook those annoying thoughts out of his mind.

"Oh, well, it's really nothing, it's just that living at home is really boring. All the interesting people have left, so I just moved out."

"Your parents don't care about you?"

"Regardless of me, they are very busy every day. In fact, I have an older brother. He is a very good person, and he doesn't dislike me... But, he also went abroad, and his family is full of servants. It's really boring. They don't even know how to play with me. So I made an agreement with the housekeeper, I will move out, and if there is any problem, they can figure it out by themselves."

"Uh……"

"Scared you?"

"No, no, no... I can bear it in my heart. I'm full. Thank you for the hospitality. I have to go back."

"Hey, wait. I'm bored and lonely by myself, can't you sleep with me?"

He Zihan felt that his face was covered with black lines. Why did this person want to sleep when he mentioned loneliness, and let himself sleep with him? !

"Are you really 15 years old?"

"Nonsense. I just had my birthday yesterday."

"Hematemesis... well, I'm done with you. Then I'll wash the dishes for you, and you can play by yourself, okay?"

"No! I'll stand by and watch you wash, and talk to you by the way."

"...Alright."

After He Zihan finished speaking, he stood up to help clean up the dishes, and "educated" Chen Zeyu while cleaning up: "It's better not to have conflicts with the family alone. It's actually not safe for you to live here alone."

"Oh? Not safe? I've already changed the lock!"

"It has nothing to do with whether to change the lock or not. In short, it is not good to live alone outside."

"Then you don't live alone?"

"I am for a special reason."

"what reason?"

"..."

He Zihan couldn't find the right words to answer, and the atmosphere between the two of them was a little weird for a while.

"I am an orphan."

He Zihan said this lightly, and it took Chen Zeyu a while to digest the meaning of this sentence.

"Oh……"

The ignorant young man uttered a single syllable in a daze. He Zihan felt that the atmosphere that had suddenly quieted down was not very good, so he immediately found another topic.

"where do you go to school?"

"Incheon Middle School Class Nine, Three Years."

"Oh? Junior high school?"

"Ah."

Chen Zeyu didn't ask He Zihan which school he was from, which made He Zihan heave a sigh of relief. If the kid knew that he and he belonged to the same school, and would pester him in the future, he didn't know what to do.

"Have you made the quilt and everything?"

"No... but the bed has been wiped clean."

"Have you got sheets, quilts and pillows from home?"

"Uh... no."

At this moment, Chen Zeyu realized that he was in a bit of a hurry when he came out suddenly.

"Go back to sleep today, and come back tomorrow with a quilt."

After He Zihan washed the dishes, he put them into the cupboard. Turning around and seeing Chen Zeyu's thoughtful expression, he couldn't help reaching out and stroking his head, "Go back to live, the kid ran away from home, not good."

"I said that I didn't run away from home! I just told them that I would move out."

When Chen Zeyu was angry, he was a bit like a kitten whose tail was stepped on. He Zihan seemed to see some shadows from the past on him. As for what those shadows looked like, he was not very clear.

"That's up to you. Are you sleeping on the floor tonight?"

"I can sleep at your house."

"..."

"Isn't it possible?"

"..."

"Eh? He Zihan, what's wrong with you?"

"..."

— half an hour later —

"Wow, so you are so small here! But you look so warm!"

"Ah! What is this?"

"Radio?! The one that can only hear the sound, but not the picture?! Wow, it's amazing! I've never seen anything like this!"

"Eh? You have a lot of books, what grade are you in?"

"Wow! You are also from Incheon Middle School?! Class [-], Grade [-]?! He Zihan, you are my senior!"

"Wow! Do you have a cooking pot? So you are also a boy who can cook?! Someday the cook will ask me to have dinner together. Let me see if your cooking is better or mine!"

"Why do you only have such a small bed here?"

"But it's okay, if I share the same bed with you, it will be very warm too! He Zihan, let's sleep!"

……

After finishing the nonsense, Chen Zeyu took off his socks without saying a word, got into bed, and exposed his head from the quilt innocently, beckoning to He Zihan, "Come on, come on, sleep!"

"I said...it's okay to go to bed...but it's only 8:30 in the evening, and I don't have the habit of going to bed so early. Besides, you should at least brush your teeth, wash your face and take a shower, right? Get off my bed immediately!"

"Uh...that's right...sorry, I'll go back and wash right away!"

Seeing the back of Chen Zeyu running back to the apartment next door, He Zihan really didn't know how to describe his mood.

Why did he let this child into his house? !

Where did the nerve go wrong? !

However, half an hour later, Chen Zeyu hadn't come back yet.

After these few hours of getting along with each other, He Zihan knew that a bluffing person like Chen Zeyu was unlikely to fall asleep in the shower at home.

I haven't come back for such a long time. Could it be that something really happened? !

He Zihan sat for a while, but couldn't overcome the faint worry in his heart after all, so he knocked on Chen Zeyu's door.

No one answered the door.

I rang the doorbell a few more times, but still no one.

He Zihan suddenly had a bad feeling.

Although Chen Zeyu just moved here today, he still feels that this child is a very good person, and there is a feeling of destiny in the dark, although He Zihan himself is not sure what kind of feeling it is.

Just when He Zihan thought that Chen Zeyu's house was empty, the door opened.

Water was dripping from Chen Zeyu's hair, and the bathrobe was draped over his body indiscriminately. Although he only showed one head, He Zihan could clearly see his bare chest—there were some ambiguous marks on it, and He Zihan didn't know what those represented .

Chen Zeyu blushed. If it wasn't for the male musky smell that all men are familiar with, He Zihan felt that he would simply think that the child had been in the bath for too long.

He suddenly loathed his keen sense of smell.

He thought that Chen Zeyu was a very cute child, and maybe he could really become a good friend in the future.

Unexpectedly, he is also gay.

Do you have so many GAYs in your life?

Who was Chen Zeyu doing that with?

What about Chen Qiran?

where is he?

Will it be lonely?Will it be like myself, unable to fall asleep at night?

Overwhelmed by loneliness, so depressed that it becomes difficult to breathe?

Would he also find other boys to do what he did to him before?

Thinking of this, He Zihan felt steam welling up in his eyes, and he froze at Chen Zeyu's door, neither leaving nor intending to go in.

Chen Zeyu was only wearing a bathrobe, and the heating in his house hadn't been done yet, and the heat from the bathroom had almost been used up at this moment, not to mention that there was still a young man waiting there in the bathroom.

"He Zihan, what's wrong with you?"

Although I really want to go back to the warm bathroom like this, I still feel a little worried about this friend I just made today.

Although his words and deeds sometimes seem very naive, Chen Zeyu is a child who grew up in a big family after all, and his ability to observe words and deeds has always been better than ordinary people.

"Nothing, I just..."

"Aze, why don't you come in?!"

The voice from inside was full of dissatisfaction. Chen Zeyu smiled embarrassedly at He Zihan, "Actually, my boyfriend is here. Let's talk about what's going on tomorrow. I'll go in first. Good night."

Watching the boy disappear through the crack of the door with a happy face, He Zihan suddenly felt as if his whole body was frozen.

That voice just now...

That slightly nasal voice was clearly Chen Qiran's voice when he had a cold.

He Zihan remembered that during the three months or so that he lived with Chen Qiran, Chen Qiran caught a cold once.

It seemed that it was raining one day, when he went to pick him up from get off work.

He put the whole raincoat on himself, Chen Qiran was riding in front, and He Zihan was sitting on the back seat of the bicycle, feeling very sorry, but Chen Qiran insisted on letting him wear the raincoat alone.

The next day Chen Qiran caught a cold, but he didn't even notice it.

It was still He Zihan who felt that his voice was really wrong, and asked tentatively, "Is there something wrong with you? The voice is wrong."

"Huh? Is there any?"

Chen Qiran touched his forehead, but couldn't feel anything wrong.

He Zihan couldn't see it, so he reached out to touch it, only to find that Chen Qiran's body temperature was frighteningly high.

That was the day that He Zihan saw what it meant to be a rich man.

Chen Qiran didn't need to go to the hospital at all, he just made a phone call, and within 20 minutes, a doctor and 2 nurses came to Chen Qiran's apartment with a medical kit.

After a simple diagnosis, he said that he just had a fever caused by a cold and a cold, and it was enough to take two bottles of intravenous drip.

If it weren't for the sound coming from the bathroom just now, He Zihan would have almost forgotten Chen Qiran's peculiar nasal sound when he was sick...

The things deep in the memory were dug out, which brought such great pain to people.

He Zihan did not forget the smell that Chen Zeyu had just now...

He knew they were doing what lovers do.

He knew that the boyfriend Chen Zeyu was talking about was Chen Qiran.

Suddenly I became very funny.

Why do you still care about how well that person is doing?

Why are you so stupid?

How could he really like you all his life?

What are you?

It's just his obsession when he was young. When he meets a good person, those worthless pasts will naturally be forgotten.

He Zihan stood in the corridor, because it was an open-air corridor, the cold wind was blowing on his face, but he couldn't feel anything.