After My Ex-Boyfriend's White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Zhuang Yan hugged Xie Ning and brought him to the car.

Probably because he was too tired that day, Xie Ning cried for a while, then fell asleep in the car for a while, when Zhuang Yan woke him up, his eyes were sore.

swollen from crying.

After Zhuang Yan got out of the car, he opened the car door for him: "I wanted you to sleep a little longer, but your clothes are soaked, it's not good for your health if you don't change sooner, and you can go upstairs to sleep after dinner."

When Xie Ning finished changing and took a hot bath before going downstairs, Zhuang Yan also changed into a set of casual clothes for home use, and hurried in and out of the kitchen.

It was only then that Xie Ning remembered that Zhuang Yan's clothes were all wet by him.

For those who are not familiar with Zhuang Yan, it is difficult to imagine him busy in the kitchen.

The approachable and approachable Zhuang Yan is tainted with fireworks.

He gave people the impression that he was too lofty, and the eyes that looked at people had a taste of contempt.

Others always say that he is difficult to deal with and has too many things. He thinks about it as soon as he thinks about it, and only cares about his own comfort.

Xie Ning remembered that Wang Zhuan once talked about a past incident when he was chatting with him.

At that time, his tone was a bit horrible, saying that the past was too bad to look back.

At that time, it had been a few days since I left the computer, but Zhuang Yan went crazy for some reason. He was not satisfied with the scene design and concept drawing, and wanted to do it all over again.

Doing it again from the beginning means that all the scenes and tools that have been set up before are all discarded.

Wang Zhuan didn't bring it up in one breath at that time, wishing he could pull Zhuang Yan out and beat him up.

Even Zhao Yang came out to persuade Zhuang Yan.

The start-up is imminent, and if you engage in such nonsense at this time, among other things, the budget cost will increase exponentially, and every extra day will cost you several million more.

As a producer, it was impossible for him to agree.

But Zhuang Yan persisted.

The entire crew couldn't be more stubborn than Zhuang Yan.

In the end, the art team worked overtime overnight to produce a new scene design.

For this reason, the main artist at that time had a quarrel with Zhuang Yanda, and since then they blocked each other and never cooperated again.

And the money lost by this move also made Zhao Yang want to cry in private.

Xie Ning knew that Zhuang Yan was such a person who did his own thing.

He is not willing to compromise or compromise, and strives for perfection in everything.

But in front of Xie Ning was a completely different Zhuang Yan.

Ordinary, safe and reliable.

It is no longer the director Zhuang Da who was complained about by everyone in the crew, but his Mr. Blue Whale.

Seeing him coming, Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Just watch me cook, and don't come to help?"

Xie Ning also knows how to cook, although his cooking skills are not as good as Zhuang Yan's, but it's no problem to help him.

Xie Ning asked, "Shall I wash the vegetables for you?"

Zhuang Yan nodded: "OK."

Then he took an apron from the side and threw it to him: "The clothes you just changed, it's troublesome to get wet, put on the apron."

The apron was tied at the back, and it wasn't very easy to tie it. Xie Ning tied it casually, and Zhuang Yan said, "It's too loose, and it will be loosened within two steps. I'll help you."

As he spoke, he walked behind Xie Ning, helped him fasten it, and then lowered his head in thought: "I said, what's wrong, are you too thin?"

Xie Ning subconsciously lowered his head to look at his waist: "Is there any? I think it's okay."

"Yes." Zhuang Yan nodded seriously, and stretched out his hand to compare, "See if I can almost wrap your arms around you with one hand."

It really is so.

Zhuang Yan is a bit taller than Xie Ning, but they are both men after all, so there will not be too much difference in stature.

Xie Ning somehow gave off a thin feeling.

Zhuang Yan said thoughtfully, "I have to make up for you."

Xie Ning was squeezed and hugged by him, he couldn't help but his waist softened, and pushed him away: "The pot is about to burn, why don't you go and see it."

Zhuang Yan was afraid that Xie Ning would catch a cold, so he made a pot of health-preserving soup for him, which was almost boiling right now.

He walked over to have a look, and adjusted the heat to a low heat.

After drinking this pot of health-preserving soup, Xie Ning's originally cold body became warm.

But after all, it rained too much during the day, and in the middle of the night, Xie Ning's cold worsened, and he developed a fever in a daze.

The fever did not subside until the morning, and the consciousness was hazy, and it took a long time for the reflex arc to react.

Zhuang Yan asked for leave for him, stretched out his hand to test his temperature, and frowned: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Xie Ning was stunned for a while before pulling his sleeve: "...not going to the hospital."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was also a little hoarse.

He said slowly: "Drink some cold medicine and it will be fine."

After saying a few words, he couldn't help coughing again.

Zhuang Yan frowned and looked at him for a long time: "You are like this, why don't you tell me not to go to the hospital?"

Xie Ning's voice was a little nasal: "I just don't want to go."

Also flirting.

Zhuang Yan thought expressionlessly.

When Xie Ning had a fever, his consciousness was very trivial, and he remembered many things intermittently, past and present, his thinking was very jumpy, and there was no logic.

He remembered that when he was very young, he followed his parents to live in the south.

The difference between the north and the south is too great, and he was not used to it at first, especially in winter, the damp and cold in the south made him unbearable.

Every time he spends the winter, he will have a serious illness, and his health is gradually getting worse.

Xia Wan was so anxious that she personally learned many ways to make soup to nourish his body. Sometimes Xie Ning had a high fever at night, and she stayed by Xie Ning's side all night without sleeping.

The time when Xie Ning was most seriously ill, he faintly heard Xia Wan crying and scolding Xie Jing, saying that he only cared about his work all day long and didn't care about his son's life or death.

Xia Wan was born in a scholarly family, Xie Ning's grandparents were both professors, and the whole family didn't believe in religion.

But at that time, in order to make Xie Ning feel better, Xia Wan climbed up the mountain step by step, and went to the most famous local monk to ask for an amulet for him.

After Xie Ning recovered from her illness, she began to become a vegetarian again in order to fulfill her wish.

The person Xie Ning respected and trusted the most when he was a child was Xia Wan.

When I was in elementary school, there was a composition about your favorite person, and Xie Ning wrote about my mother without hesitation.

He believed that Xia Wan really loved him.He also really loves Xia Wan.

That kind of love is the love that all mothers have for their children, pure and fiery.

But Xie Ning didn't know why they became like this later.

Xie Ning doesn't have a deep impression of his father. It's not that he rarely sees Xie Jing, but that Xie Jing has been obsessed with work for many years. Even if he faces each other day and night, Xie Ning's affection for him is still not as deep as he is for Xia Wan.

This may be the case in most families in China, where the father is the responsibility and the mother is the caretaker.

Children are naturally closer to their mothers.

So after discovering his sexuality, he was confused and restless for a long time, and the first person he chose to tell was Xia Wan.

He thought that Xia Wan would understand him, comfort him, and eliminate his confusion and anxiety.

But he still remembered Xia Wan's expression that day.

There was disbelief in the shock, and a bit of disgust and hatred that he couldn't understand.

That was a look Xie Nin had never seen before.

Xia Wan didn't understand.

She felt it was wrong.

She wants to help Xie Ning change back.

She felt that her child had gone astray, and she had the responsibility and obligation to help him get back on the right path.

Xie Ning felt that Xia Wan seemed to be a different person.

Become paranoid and stubborn, become irrational, hysterical.

She even quarreled with Xie Jing, saying that it was because Xie Jing ignored him that Xie Ning became what he is now.

Xie Jing has always been helpless towards her.

The burning is still going on.

Xie Ning sometimes felt his body was very hot, and sometimes he felt very cold.

He is so uncomfortable.

His hands were tugging at Zhuang Yan's sleeves, but now they are empty.

His heart also became empty.

I waved my hand a few times, but it seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and I couldn't lift it up at all.

He wanted to open his eyes, but his consciousness was hazy, and he couldn't get over the situation no matter what.

It's so dark.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

The road ahead was dark, my consciousness gradually disappeared, and my body felt very uncomfortable.

It's like life is slowly passing by.

I don't know how long it took.

The hand was held, it was hot.

Then he was stuffed into the quilt, and the corners of the quilt were twisted tightly.

It seems that someone is coming.

Is it to save him?

Her lips felt hot, as if something had stuck to her.

Warm liquid flowed into his mouth.

The desire to survive made him swallow subconsciously.

The heat of the body slowly dropped.

Xie Ning regained his energy and began to think wildly.

He thought of a long corridor.

He kept walking and walking, but he couldn't get out.

It seems that there is no end, and it seems that the end is a dead end.

He, and many others, wandered back and forth in the corridor.

Everyone had pained and numb expressions on their faces.

Finally someone couldn't take it anymore, pushed open the corridor window and jumped out.

Xie Ning stared blankly at the figure of that man.

He didn't know if jumping out was a relief, or going to another dead end.

A hand rested on his forehead.

It looked like something was stuffed in his mouth.

After a while it was taken out again.

Xie Ning vaguely heard someone talking next to his ear, as if he was relieved: "The fever is finally gone."

In the past, when he had a fever, Xia Wan would stay by his side like this. When he recovered from his illness, Xia Wan lost several kilograms instead, as if she was the one who suffered from a serious illness.

Xie Ning never doubted Xia Wan's love for him.

He was also full of love and trust towards Xia Wan.

But the harm from the closest people is also more painful and unforgettable.

He is in so much pain.

It was so painful that I forgot how to give my feelings to others.

Xie Ning tossed about for a while, then thought of Zhuang Yan again.

He didn't ask Zhuang Yan how he knew where he was yesterday.

Zhuang Yan didn't ask him why he went to the hospital.

Does Zhuang Yan know that he went to see a psychiatrist?

Does Zhuang Yan know about his illness?Do you know that he has no way to give affection?

He was a little confused and a little scared.

Sometimes he also doubts his feelings for Zhuang Yan, is that love?

Can patients with emotional apathy really give affection?

Or just a sense of novelty, but he mistook it for love.

When the novelty wore off, he stopped loving.

Isn't this...too unfair to Zhuang Yan.

But he couldn't refuse Zhuang Yan no matter what.

It must be Zhuang Yan who is taking care of him now.

Xie Ning suddenly wanted to open his eyes and take a look at him.

Check out his Mr. Blue Whale.

But he was too tired, the medicine that Zhuang Yan gave him probably contained sleeping ingredients, before he successfully opened his eyes, he fell into sleep first.

When I woke up again, I didn't know what night it was.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and couldn't even figure out what day it was.

After being dazed for a long time, he finally moved his body.

Zhuang Yan was sleeping beside his bed.

The curtains on the balcony are wide open, and the weather is fine today.

Perhaps because he was afraid that the room would be too dull, Zhuang Yan opened the curtains and opened a small opening on the balcony for ventilation.

Xie Ning looked to the side, the first thing he saw was not Zhuang Yan's sleeping face.

It is the light that shines in.