lake garden moon

Among the people Kang Zhier knew, there were many people with good living habits.But there are not many people who can stand still for ten years.

Elvis is one of them.

他每晚10:30入睡，早上06:30准时起床。六点35分进入浴室，花上15分钟的时间来淋浴和洗漱。随后，他从浴室出来。

At [-]:[-] in the morning, his figure will appear in the fitness room on the first floor.

Elvis is a man who is strict with himself.He maintains three regular meals, and each meal is only [-]% full.Occasionally drink a little white wine with meals, but never more than half a glass.

He has fixed reading and exercise habits every day, and will make time to attend some refresher courses.Except for work and some necessary entertainment, Elvis usually stays at home on weekends, sometimes he will go into the piano room and stay there for several hours.

When Kang Zhier was studying in the bedroom, occasionally the clear sound of the piano would pass through the thick walls and reach his ears.

After Kang Zhier moved in, Elvis moved the time to get up half an hour earlier.Occasionally, the training intensity in the morning is not enough, and he will conduct additional training in the afternoon.

Moving into Elvis' bedroom, Kang Zhier gradually established a quiet and harmonious tacit understanding with Elvis from being dazed and at a loss at the beginning to getting acquainted and adapting later.

For example, at eight o'clock every morning, Kang Zhier was woken up by the alarm clock on time.When he opened his eyes, he would see Elvis coming out of the bathroom after exercising, with a clean body after a shower and half-dry wet hair, looking at him quietly on the other side of the bedroom.

In the afternoon, Kang Zhier was sitting in the quiet living room, shuffling the cards in his hand absently, poking his head towards the gym.

Outside the garden, the light slowly transitions to the valley.The sun shone through the heather bushes, and the shade of the hedges lay quietly in the center of the lawn.

Not long after, the door of the fitness room was opened.When Kang Zhier heard the movement, he immediately stretched his neck like a small animal, and tilted his head to look around.

Elvis finished today's extra practice, took his personal belongings, and was walking towards the main living room—to get to the stairs, he had to pass through the main living room.

With the sound of approaching footsteps, Elvis' figure appeared in Kang Zhier's sight.

"Elvis."

When Kang Zhier saw him, he opened his mouth and called him, then subconsciously hid behind the sofa.

Elvis stopped in the corridor when he heard Kang Zhier's voice.He looked in the direction of the living room, and found Kang Zhier's small half of his head behind the sofa chair.

Elvis stopped for a while, walked through the corridor into the main living room, came to the reception area, and looked at Kang Zhier over the back of the sofa chair.

"What's wrong?" He asked Kang Zhier.

Kang Zhier sat up straight, raised his face and looked at him, as if he was not sure, put his hands on his chest.

"Elvis," he asked softly, "do you have something to do after you take a shower?"

Elvis stared at Kang Zhier's looking up face, there were traces of childhood in his demeanor, and his round cheeks were subtly soft.

"No." Elvis shook his head.

"Then can you play with me later?" Kang Zhier looked at him expectantly.

"Originally, Lan'er and Suta were accompanying me to Jenga," he explained to Elvis, "the cook called them away to help me in the middle of the game..."

Elvis didn't pay much attention to the whole explanation process.Because he has been looking intently at Kang Zhier's eyes and his lips that open and close from time to time.

In the end, it wasn't until Kang Zhier finished speaking that he nodded slowly and replied, "I'll be down in 10 minutes."

Ten minutes later, Elvis showed up in the main living room on time.

After taking a shower, he put on clean clothes, with the smell of shower gel still on his body, and sat beside Kang Zhier, playing checkers.

Kang Zhier is very familiar with the smell of Elvis, this smell makes Elvis smell a sense of stability.

It's not quite accurate to describe the smell of bath products as safe and stable, but every time Elvis gets close to Kang Zhier after taking a shower, he feels this way, and then he relaxes naturally.

After Elvis cleaned up the table, he turned to him and asked, "Which one do you want to play first?"

"Hmm..." Kang Zhier glanced at the table, pointed to the cards and said, "Let's play the cards first."

"it is good."

Elvis nodded and reached for the deck of cards on the table.After getting it, he began to shuffle the cards.

Sitting next to Elvis, Kang Zhier looked down at him flexibly stretching his fingers. His slender fingers sometimes penetrated into the cards, and sometimes pulled them out, turning the cards over and over again, and finally put them away perfectly and started to deal the cards.

Kang Zhier was a little distracted by Elvis's beautiful and neat shuffling of the cards. He didn't come back to his senses until Elvis finished dealing the cards, and began to enter the game state.

Perlman's game involves players memorizing the cards on the table and then turning them over.Each person turns over two cards and uses memory to make a pair.

Elvis seemed to have not played this game for a long time, and was not familiar with the rules of the game.Therefore, he lost the first game.

The loser has to shuffle the cards.

Elvis followed the rules of the game very seriously, and when he lowered his head and flicked the cards, he suddenly felt a soft finger poke his face.

He froze for a moment, turned his head away, and saw Kang Zhier showing a big smile at him.

"Elvis," Kang Zhier told Elvis with a smile like a fair and impartial referee, "the loser should put a smile on his face."

Elvis froze slightly, put his hand on his face, and touched a round sticker.

"Do you have to post this?"

"Well," Kang Zhier said to him with a smile, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "and it has to be attached all the time, so you can take it off when you take a shower."

Hearing this, Elvis had a pensive expression on his face.

Kang Zhier saw that he suddenly became serious, thinking that he was going to reject him.Just as he was about to bargain, Elvis suddenly looked up at him and asked, "Whoever loses must be punished?"

Kang Zhier couldn't hear his thoughts at this moment, looked at him hesitantly, and nodded.

"Ah."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Elvis slowly relax his shoulders, as if he had received some kind of permission, and he could do what he wanted to do without any hesitation.

Then, he started shuffling again.

"Okay, let's continue."

An hour later, Kang Zhier leaned back and fell on the sofa full of melancholy.

"I don't play anymore."

"No."

Kang Zhier was not the only one with a "smiling face" on his face.

Elvis moved over to him, took his shoulders, lifted him off the couch, and put the "smiley face" on his chin with a smile on his face.

"Elvis," Kang Zhier fell back like a boneless mutter, "how could you do this to me?"

Elvis had the joy of a winner on his face, neither proud nor ostentatious, and told him with a smile: "This is the rule of the game."

Hearing what he said, Kang Zhier instantly felt even more sad.

For an hour, they played cards, Jenga, checkers, everything.Elvis was always groping in the first game, and then started to kill him in the second game.

Kang Zhi Er's self-esteem was seriously frustrated.

Elvis gently turned his head back, stroked the hair of his side face with both hands, looked at his cheeks full of 'medals', and comforted him with a half-smile: "Don't be discouraged."

Kang Zhier pursed his thin lower lip, and said sadly: "I can't keep my title of 'King of Games'..."

"It's okay," Elvis looked at him in a good mood and comforted him by holding his cheek, "It's fine if we don't say anything."

Hearing this, Kang Zhier opened his eyes to look at him, and asked him in a very soft voice: "You really don't know how to tell others?"

Elvis looked at him and smiled, and agreed, "I promise."

"Then..." Kang Zhier thought for a while, reached out to pick off the stickers on his face, and stuck them on Elvis's face.

"You'll get half of these."

Bandari went out to do errands in the afternoon and returned to the mansion before dinner.

When he came to the restaurant and saw Elvis and Kang Zhier with cartoon stickers on their faces, he couldn't help but froze in place.

At the dining table, Lan'er and Suta have been doing expression management, holding back their laughter.

"Elvis, Xiao Zhi," he looked at the two of them back and forth, and asked suspiciously, "Are you..."

Elvis turned his face to him, as calm as ever, and answered his question: "Xiao Zhi and I were playing a game in the living room just now, this is the punishment for losing."

Hearing this, Bandari immediately understood.He nodded slowly and murmured: "Understood."

After speaking, he re-observed the stickers on the faces of the two people.After a while, he said amiably: "It seems that Xiaozhi is slightly better."

Kang Zhier bent his eyes and smiled happily at Elvis.

At nine o'clock in the evening, in the bathroom.

Kang Zhier sat in front of the washbasin, waiting for Elvis to bring in his pajamas.

At the same time, he craned his neck and looked at himself in the mirror with a smile.

Elvis came across this scene just as he walked in.

"Are you so happy?" He asked Kang Zhier.

Kang Zhier didn't answer his question, but looked at himself happily in the mirror alone.

Elvis put away his pajamas, turned around and returned to Kang Zhier, and squatted down in front of him.

"Okay, King of Games," he raised his head and said to Kang Zhier, "you're going to take a bath."

"Now, clean up the stickers on your face."

After speaking, he raised his arms and began to clean up those "smiley faces" for Kang Zhier.

Kang Zhier also put his hands on his face.His fingers couldn't bend flexibly, his nails were neatly cut, and the act of tearing off the sticker seemed to scratch Elvis' cheek.

"Bandari said I was slightly better." He said with a downcast face.

The corners of Elvis's lips raised slightly, and he nodded approvingly: "You are indeed slightly better."

Kang Zhier was amused by Elvis and giggled.

After laughing for a while, he stopped abruptly.

"Elvis," he said to Elvis, "you go outside and get my phone in."

Elvis also stopped and looked at him curiously.

"cell phone?"

"Yes." Kang Zhier looked at him and nodded.

Even though he didn't know Kang Zhier's intention, Elvis stood up.

"wait for me."

After a while, Elvis returned to the bathroom with Kang Zhier's cell phone.

Kang Zhier unlocked it with his fingerprint, continued to let Elvis hold his mobile phone, then moved him a bit, and beckoned him to sit down behind him.

The chair was not big, Elvis sat down next to Kang Zhier, looked at his back profile and asked, "Xiao Zhi, what are we going to do now?"

"Elvis," Kang Zhier put his hands together and raised his arm slightly, and said to him at the same time, "Let's take a photo to commemorate today."

"Take a picture?" Elvis was a little surprised.

"Well," Kang Zhier turned his face slightly to his side, and asked him in a soft voice, "is it okay?"

At this moment, the bodies of the two were very close, and Kang Zhier's breathing occupied all of Elvis' thoughts.

His chest rose and fell slowly, trying to keep his heart from throbbing because of this soft physical contact.

After two or three seconds passed, he spoke behind Kang Zhier's ear and agreed, "Okay."

When the faces of two people appeared on the rectangular phone screen, they couldn't help laughing.

The expression on Kang Zhier's face looked a bit dull, and Elvis only showed half of his face because of the angle.

They laughed and adjusted the distance and angle, trying to make the photo look normal.

Finally, when both of them were ready and looked better in the camera, Elvis started counting down softly:

"One, two—"

Just a second before he was about to press the shutter button, a caller ID popped up on the top of the phone interface.

Their eyes turned to the incoming call at the same time. When they saw the caller's name, the smiles on their faces disappeared quietly.

Faced with Bai Qingzai's sudden call, Kang Zhier seemed a little dazed, as if his brain had been emptied suddenly

Elvis was calmer than him, put the phone in his hand, got up from the chair, and left the bathroom quietly.

After Elvis walked out of the bathroom, Kang Zhier collected his thoughts before pressing the answer button on the phone.

As soon as the phone was connected, Bai Qingzai's voice rang in his ears.

"Hi, Xiaozhi."

In the middle of the night, the moon is almost full, and the scattered light falls among the tiny flower branches.

The bedroom on the third floor was shrouded in a layer of silent darkness, only the silhouette inside could be faintly seen.

Kang Zhier lay on his side facing the balcony, staring at Elvis' back in the dark.

"Elvis, are you all right?"

Even though he didn't see it, Kang Zhier knew that Elvis was not asleep yet.

"I'm sorry," he asked, resting his palm on Elvis' back, "did I make you feel bad?"

Elvis answered him calmly: "No, I just forgot."

His voice reminded Kang Zhier of the slightly lower temperature outdoors in the early morning.

"Elvis, it's okay." Kang Zhier comforted him, "Liking is something you can't control, isn't it?"

After Kang Zhier finished asking, Elvis didn't answer.A moment later, he asked Kang Zhier suddenly, "Xiao Zhi, can I ask you a question?"

Kang Zhier withdrew his hand, pillowed it under his chin, and replied to Elvis: "Say it."

"Xiao Zhi," Elvis asked with his back turned to him, "You like Bai Qingzai very much, don't you?"

This was the first time since Kang Zhier knew what Elvis wanted, they talked about Bai Qingzai so directly.

Kang Zhier pondered for a moment, then answered Elvis: "Brother Qing Zai, he is my idol. I have always wanted to be like him."

Again, Elvis didn't answer.

In the dark bedroom, the arc of his back is like a distant island.

Kang Zhier looked at Elvis and couldn't help saying: "Elvis, you will meet better people in the future."

A long silence passed, and Elvis didn't speak to him.

Kang Zhier felt worried and couldn't help asking him, "Elvis, are you angry?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Elvis shook his head with his back turned to him.

Kang Zhier thought that Elvis' shaking his head meant he was not angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief.The next second, he suddenly heard Elvis speak.

"will not."

Kang Zhier froze for a moment, then asked Elvis: "What?"

"There won't be anyone better," Elvis said slowly, answering him in the dark, "I met the best when I was young."