late snow

Chapter 59 Moonlight

Zhan Hua couldn't remember many things clearly. He only felt that he had slept for a long time, but some subconscious habits were still there.

He wasn't used to being so close to other people.

But not very disgusted.

Before he could speak, the other party's eyes suddenly became deep and quiet, as if he was remembering, but also as if he was sad.

"Many things happened between us." Ji Huai said slowly: "You will know when you think about it."

"What if I can't remember?" Zhan Hua frowned slightly.

This statement made him feel a little heavy.

"If you can't remember," Ji Huai held his wet and warm hand, "I'll tell you one by one."

Zhan Hua was inexplicably relieved, and then smiled at Ji Huai.

Ji Huai's hand holding him suddenly tightened, and he stared at him seriously, "You didn't like to laugh very much—"

Zhan Hua suppressed his smile, thinking that he didn't like it.

"But it looks good when you smile." Ji Huai said slowly.

"..." Zhan Hua felt that this person was really strange.

The other party seemed very happy to see him distressed, still holding his hand and refusing to let it go, Zhan Hua pulled his hand twice but couldn't take it out, coughed uncomfortably, "Ji Huai."

"Huh?" Ji Huai was still staring at him.

Zhan Hua looked down at the two hands covering their hands.

Ji Huai withdrew his hand very gentlemanly, and said with a dry smile: "It's getting late, go and rest."

He took Zhan Hua into the bedroom.

Under the dim candlelight, a not-so-wide bed came into view.

"I just bought this house, and I haven't had time to tidy it up yet." Ji Huai put the candlestick on the small table and said, "Let's make do with it tonight, and tomorrow I'll ask the carpenter to make another bed."

Zhan Hua doesn't think of anything now, although Ji Huai really wants to get close to him, it's not right after all.

Just as Ji Huai was thinking about it, he asked without thinking, "Do you want to take a bath first?"

Fortunately, Zhan Hua didn't feel anything, so he nodded.

The sound of water came from behind the screen.

Ji Huai rummaged through the cupboard, and finally found a new and soft underwear, and helped Zhanhua put it on the screen, "I will change it later."

"Thank you." Zhan Hua paused slightly.

Ji Huai leaned on the chair to read the script, but actually listened to Zhan Hua taking a bath with his ears open. He didn't see any words in the book. A quarter of an hour later, Zhan Hua walked out of the screen with his wet hair on his head. Then he came out, the tips of his hair were dripping with water, and most of the clothes on his back were wet.

Seeing that Zhan Hua was about to fall asleep, he hurriedly grabbed him, "You don't want to wipe your hair?"

Zhan Hua stroked his wet hair unaccustomed, and looked at him blankly, "Forgot."

He vaguely remembered that in the past... he had no hair.

No hair?

Zhan Hua was still doubting himself, so Ji Huai pulled out a cloth towel and stood beside the bed patiently wiping his hair.

Zhan Hua sat cross-legged on the bed with his head down and let him rub it. Ji Huai brushed up his hair on the side, and when he lowered his eyes, he could see the slender neck buried in his collar...

Ji Huai looked away, and tugged at his loose collar.

Zhan Hua really didn't know how to take care of his hair, it was tangled up in several places, Ji Huai wrapped his hair with a cloth towel, turned around to look for a comb, and when he came back, he saw that Zhan Hua was still in the same posture as before. It looks incredibly cute.

Ji Huai couldn't help rubbing his head.

Zhan Hua closed his eyes subconsciously, his warm breath sprayed on his face, and he opened them again in doubt.

Facing that handsome face of last season.

Ji Huai still put one hand on top of his head, leaning over to stare at him with deep eyes, they are very close, as long as Ji Huai takes a step forward, he can kiss Zhan Hua.

But taking a step back can also prevaricate into a normal distance.

Ji Huai watched him earnestly and carefully for a while, brushed his cheek with his fingertips, narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "There is a hair here."

Zhan Hua blinked slowly, and his eyes fell on the thin hair between his fingertips.

Ji Huai put it in his hands and teased: "Don't waste the hair that grows out with great difficulty."

Zhan Hua looked down, Ji Huai straightened up, helped him comb his half-dried hair carefully, and then changed a cloth towel for him to wipe.

"Ji Huai, I remember I always wanted to kill someone." Zhan Hua said suddenly.

Ji Huai gave him a hand to wipe his hair, and asked after a while, "Who will kill?"

"I can't remember." Zhan Hua lowered his head and let him tie his hair loosely, "But I should hate him to the bone."

Ji Huai lifted his chin and said with a smile, "How can you hate to the bone?"

"I often—" Zhan Hua stuttered at him, "I dreamed of him."

"What did he dream about?" Ji Huai continued to ask.

Zhan Hua frowned, and recalled: "I was waiting for an opportunity to kill him."

That person seems to be a rich man, who hangs around the place of fireworks, goes to the long street of gambling houses, invites cats and dogs to drink flower wine... he is a fool.

In the dream, he always hid in the dark to observe the other party, full of murderous intentions and unwillingness, as if there was a sea of ​​blood and deep hatred between them, and he wished he could cramp the other party and eat his flesh and blood.

That young master seems to be very good-looking, with warm and clear eyebrows, the corners of his eyes are slightly curved when looking at people, and he has a coquettish smile, which is very annoying.

Zhan Hua looked at the smiling Ji Huai in front of him, and his voice froze suddenly, "...it's very similar to you."

Ji Huai smiled instead of anger.

When he laughed, he looked more like the person he wanted to kill in his dream.

"I didn't even know you had been watching me in secret for so long." Ji Huai put the hair on the side of his face behind his ears, and he smiled happily.

Zhan Hua looked at him in surprise, but for some reason he didn't have the slightest intention to kill his real person, and said in a dull tone: "Now I can kill you effortlessly."

Ji Huai doesn't know martial arts and has no internal strength, Zhan Hua can kill him very easily even if he loses his memory.

"Don't worry." Ji Huai passed him and lay on the inside of the bed, and yawned lazily, "This is just our first acquaintance, you can think about it later, and then decide whether you want to kill me or not."

He tugged at Zhan Hua's waist-length hair, "Be obedient, go to bed first."

Zhan Hua stared at him suspiciously for a while, but finally he couldn't resist the temptation of the fluffy and soft bed, and lay down vigilantly and contentedly.

And soon the breathing became even.

Borrowing the moonlight, Ji Huai carefully looked at Zhan Hua's profile with his arms on his pillow.

He originally thought that he had forgotten what Zhan Hua looked like, whether in his dream or when he was awake, he tried hard to portray this person's appearance, but he was always unable to succeed.

The more time passed, the less he could remember accurately.

Countless cold and lonely nights, he was alone, trying hard to remember, and then collapsed, the whole person was hysterical, unable to grasp anything.

But when Zhan Hua appeared in front of him, the person he cared about had a natural appearance, and he didn't even need to think about it, the memories buried in his heart instantly came alive.

Those stubborn and lonely thoughts finally fell into place.

Zhan Hua turned around to face him, Ji Huai stared at his eyes almost greedily, then Zhan Hua opened his eyes unexpectedly.

Ji Huai stared at him silently.

Seriously considered whether to knock Zhan Hua unconscious or to find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

"Ji Huai, you are crying." Zhan Hua said.

"I didn't cry, you read it wrong." Ji Huai firmly denied it.

"The eyes are red." Zhan Hua said again.

Ji Huai wiped his face, "It was lit by a candle just now."

"Oh." Zhan Hua seemed to reluctantly believe this nonsense reason, and closed his eyes.

After a while, he opened it again and sighed, "Ji Huai, I can't sleep if you stare at me like this."

For several moments, he thought that Ji Huai wanted to chew and swallow his flesh and bones, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

Ji Huai closed his eyes obediently, "Okay, I won't watch it, you go to sleep."

Zhan Hua closed his eyes, opened them again after a while, and said in a muffled voice, "Ji Huai, were you crying just now?"

Ji Huai's heart was sore, but he couldn't help laughing when he opened his eyes, "Yeah."

"Why are you crying?" Zhan Hua stared at him and asked.

Under the cold moonlight, his eyes were full of doubts.

"I thought... I would never find you in this life." Ji Huai said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

He was obviously smiling, but the laughter made Zhan Hua's heart sour, and inexplicable emotions surged up from the depths of his heart, which made him feel extremely sad.

He raised his hand to wipe away the cool tears on the bridge of Ji Huai's nose.

Then he heard Ji Huai say with a smile: "I just... miss you a little."

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