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

There is a faint smell of lust in the air.

Xie Ning didn't calm down for a long time.

Zhuang Yan seemed to smile, looked at the bedside table, and asked, "Where did you put the tissues?"

Xie Ning blinked after a while: "Yes, on the table."

Zhuang Yan got out of bed and wiped his hands with a paper towel.

Xie Ning lay down for a while and asked him, "Do you... want me to help?"

Zhuang Yan's eyes were deep, and he smiled: "I suggest you don't."

Xie Ning silently pulled the quilt beside him and buried himself in it.

……

The gift for Mr. Xie was chosen by Zhuang Yan's grandfather. He and Mr. Xie have known each other for decades, and he knows more about each other's preferences than grandson Xie Ning.

Zhuang Yan's grandfather asked a few more questions by the way when he was choosing a gift, and finally prepared a birthday gift for Xie Ning himself.

Xie Nin felt very uncomfortable.

Especially Ms. Qiao, who is far away overseas, made a video call: "I heard from Zhuang Yan that your birthday is coming soon?"

Xie Ning nodded: "Yes."

"It's a pity that I'm already abroad." Ms. Qiao sighed, "If I had known earlier, I might have been able to fight to go abroad later."

Xie Ning quickly said: "Don't bother, you...you just need to have your heart."

Ms. Qiao smiled: "Then I wish you a happy birthday first, Ningning."

Xie Ning said sincerely, "Thank you."

"Tell me thank you." Ms. Qiao said, "I will send the gift, but it may take some time to go through customs. It should not be delivered until after your birthday."

She said and cast a reproachful glance at Zhuang Yan next to Xie Ning: "It's his fault too, for not notifying me earlier."

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is this also my fault?"

Xie Ning shook his head: "Don't blame him, he just found out not long ago."

Ms. Qiao didn't appreciate it: "I don't blame you, who do you blame? Is it my fault that you don't even know your boyfriend's birthday?"

Xie Ning was choked suddenly: "He...I..."

Zhuang Yan: "..."

After Ms. Qiao spoke, she realized that she had exposed something, and put her hand against her lips.

Zhuang Yan looked at her helplessly.

Xie Ning asked in fear, "You...you know everything?"

Ms. Qiao coughed lightly and comforted him: "Well... Zhuang Yandu told me, don't worry, his father and I like you very much."

Xie Ning was even more terrified: "Uncle... also know?"

Ms. Qiao coughed again.

Zhuang Yan rubbed his forehead with his hands and said, "Why are you talking to him about this?"

Ms. Qiao: "Didn't I... I didn't pay attention for a while."

Xie Ning's mind went blank right now, he just stared blankly at Ms. Qiao on the screen, not knowing what to say at all.

Ms. Qiao thought he was frightened, and hurriedly said: "Don't be afraid, we are all open-minded people and will not hinder you."

Xie Ning responded unconsciously, "Yes."

His hands involuntarily squeezed the hem of his clothes, and his palms were a little sweaty.

Ms. Qiao said: "It's a pity that his father is not here at the moment, otherwise let him come over and meet you."

Xie Ning said dryly, "No, no need."

Ms. Qiao smiled: "I should see you, let him wish you a happy birthday too."

Seeing that Xie Ning was too nervous, Zhuang Yan turned the camera to him: "Don't pay attention to what you say."

Facing Zhuang Yanshi, Ms. Qiao's tone was not so gentle: "What am I paying attention to? If I didn't see you chasing him now, would I be so excited that I would slip up?"

Before Zhuang Yan could speak, Ms. Qiao said again: "And you are all officially together, it's not something shameful, can't I know?"

Zhuang Yan pressed his forehead: "You scared him."

Ms. Qiao: "I think he was just too flustered and couldn't react for a while, and it would be a good thing for him to know our attitude earlier."

Zhuang Yan thought about it, but he couldn't refute it.

Xie Ning's parents couldn't accept his sexuality, which was also his heart disease.

As an elder, Ms. Qiao's attitude probably made him feel much better.

The mother and son chatted again.

Before hanging up the video, Ms. Qiao asked Zhuang Yan to turn the camera back and said, "Ning Ning, if Zhuang Yan bullies you in the future, tell me and I will make the decision for you."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "Didn't you complain that others asked you to report me every day?"

Ms. Qiao frowned and glanced at him: "Others are others, Ningning is my family, how can it be the same."

Zhuang Yan: "All right."

After hanging up the video, Xie Ning turned to look at Zhuang Yan, licked the corner of his lips, and said in a trembling voice, "They, they all know?"

Zhuang Yan nodded and smiled at him: "...I told them about it."

Xie Ning's hand holding the hem of his clothes tightened even more.

After a while, he asked again: "Then...your grandpa...?"

Zhuang Yan looked away guiltily.

Xie Ning: ...

He really didn't know how to react now.

Thinking of the gift from Grandpa Zhuang Yan again, his lips moved, but he remained silent.

After a while, Xie Ning asked, "They...don't mind?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows, and asked back: "What do you mind? I found such an excellent and well-matched boyfriend, and it's too late for them to be satisfied."

Xie Ning said in a low voice, "You and I... are both men."

Zhuang Yan sneered: "Baby, are you living in the last century? Same-sex marriage has been legal for so many years, as long as those old stubborn people still insist on gender issues. Don't worry, my family is very open-minded."

Xie Ning looked at him and said, "Your family...is really nice."

Zhuang Yan smiled: "Be more confident, Ningning. My relationship with you is aboveboard and beyond reproach. You can introduce me as your boyfriend loudly to anyone."

"We don't have to hide and hide, and we don't have to worry about other people's eyes. I love you, and you love me too. We will fall in love, get married, live together, and raise a litter of bunnies. When we grow old, we will also hold hands and stand side by side Walk down the street."

Xie Ning's nose felt inexplicably sour.

After a long time, he nodded slowly and replied, "Okay."

Xie Ning went to the compound with Zhuang Yan on his birthday.

The two went out early in the morning. Because it was the birthday star, Xie Ning changed into a white dress with a bow tie around the neckline.

In the mirror, he was tall and tall, elegant and clean, looking like a little prince who had just stepped out of a fairy tale.

Zhuang Yan couldn't help pulling him over to kiss him, and picked out another brooch for him to wear.

Thinking that such an outstanding Xie Ning would be seen by more people, Zhuang Yan couldn't help feeling a little displeased.

I really want to hide his rabbit in the palm of his hand.

Zhuang Yan also dressed up a little, dressed very formally, and deliberately avoided being too sharp, for fear of stealing Xie Ning's limelight.

But no matter what, he has an extraordinary temperament and extraordinary charm. When he appeared with Xie Ning, he was such a good match that people couldn't take their eyes off.

It was still early in the morning when they arrived at the compound, and the two of them were the first to arrive.

I thought that Mr. Xie was still asleep, but when he entered the living room, he saw Mr. Xie sitting on the chair specially prepared for him. When he saw Xie Ning, his eyes lit up.

"Ning Ning is here."

Uncle Zhong took care of Mr. Xie at the side: "The young master is here."

Xie Ning walked over: "Grandpa woke up so early today?"

Mr. Xie smiled and said, "Not early, not early."

Uncle Zhong also smiled: "Usually, the old man is asleep at this time, but he woke up early this morning. He must have wanted to see you sooner."

Mr. Xie narrowed his eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

As they spoke, their gazes turned to Zhuang Yan again.

"Who is this?"

Mr. Xie is old and his memory is not very good. Zhuang Yan looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

But Uncle Zhong still remembered him, and reminded him, "This is the kid from the banker that you praised before."

"Oh, Zhuang...Zhuang Yan, right? I'm here for Chinese New Year, come and let me have a look..." Mr. Xie waved at him and called him to his side, "It's been a while since I've seen you, it's getting better and better. "

Xie Ning quietly took his hand, telling him not to be nervous.

Zhuang Yan was really a little nervous.

He swallowed and smiled: "The old man is getting healthier."

Although it is not the first time he has come to see Mr. Xie, but...after all, his identity is different today.

In front of Mr. Xie, his identity has changed from his friend's grandson to his grandson's boyfriend. This is not a concept.

Although Xie Ning hasn't introduced him to Mr. Xie yet.

Zhuang Yan didn't think that this matter could be hidden from Mr. Xie, let alone whether his grandfather revealed it, but Xie Ning lived with him for so many days, even Ms. Qiao heard about it.

Although Mr. Xie is old, he has probably heard of his love for Xie Ning.

Mr. Xie's attitude towards him was very intimate, even a little more enthusiastic than the Chinese New Year meeting, which made Zhuang Yan a little flattered.

The formal dinner didn't start until the evening, and no one came to the door at this moment, only the servants who were preparing for the dinner came in and out.

Today is a great weather, the sun is shining brightly, Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan simply accompanied Mr. Xie to the garden for a walk.

"This yew tree was given to me by your grandfather when I married Ningning's grandmother." Mr. Xie pointed to a tree and said, "It's very difficult to grow."

One or two dots of red are faintly visible in the green leaves, which is really pleasing to the eye. Zhuang Yan said: "You have taken care of it very well. My grandfather likes to toss some flowers and plants. He doesn't know how to raise them himself. In the end, he finds someone to take care of them."

Mr. Xie glanced at him with a smile: "You must not let your grandfather hear this, or he will lose his temper again."

He said and recalled: "Your grandfather's temperament is still the same. He is the only one who respects me. He insists on making people follow his wishes. Whenever he is dissatisfied, he will blow his beard and stare. He has not made any progress in so many years."

Zhuang Yan suppressed a smile: "You have a good temper, so you can bear him."

Xie Ning glanced at him, and felt that Zhuang Yan's temper was not much different from his grandfather's.

Mr. Xie picked two red fruits and put them in the hands of Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan respectively.

Xie Ning was puzzled: "Is this edible?"

"You can't eat it." Mr. Xie said, "This fruit is poisonous, but it looks good, so I'll let you play with it."

Xie Ning: "Oh."

Mr. Xie added: "There is also a legend about this yew. It is said that it was watered by tears from a bird named 'Love'. I am old and I don't remember the specifics of this legend."

Holding the fruit in his hand, Zhuang Yan felt that Mr. Xie probably already knew about him and Xie Ning.

After lunch, Mr. Xie started to feel sleepy again. Uncle Zhong moved a recliner and put it in a place where the sun is not too strong, so Mr. Xie squinted his eyes and took a nap.

Mr. Xie was still thinking about Xie Ning's birthday party at night, so he reminded Uncle Zhong to remember to wake him up early.

After Mr. Xie fell asleep, Xie Ning took Zhuang Yan to visit his bedroom - mainly because Zhuang Yan wanted to see it.

In fact, there was nothing special about it. Xie Ning returned to live in the compound after the college entrance examination, and lived in the student dormitory when he was in college. He only came back on weekends. After graduation, the uncle's family broke out, and Xie Ning had to move out.

But the room has been kept, and people come to clean it regularly.

Zhuang Yan also found Xie Ning's college paintings in a box under the bookshelf, some of them were homework, and some were sketches that came from inspiration.

Xie Ning blushed and smiled: "At that time, my level was immature, and I didn't draw well enough."

Zhuang Yan said, "I think it looks pretty."

There was a notebook next to the drawing. Zhuang Yan thought it was a classmate's record or something, so he opened it and found out that it was a photo album.

The floor was covered with a soft carpet, which was very clean. The two of them sat on the carpet, with their heads together, flipping through the photo album.

"They were all taken in college." Xie Ning said, "The ones behind are graduation photos."

Xie Ning in college had not changed much compared to now, except that his attire was simpler and his demeanor was exactly the same clean and cool.

Xie Ning's face is not childish, but he always has an inexplicable pure temperament, making people feel like he is a student.

Zhuang Yan turned the pages and thought: If he hadn't chosen to go abroad, he would have met Xie Ning like this.

It was so beautiful that it moved his heart.

After flipping through the photo album, Zhuang Yan asked, "Aren't there any photos of you when you were young?"

Xie Ning bit his lip, and said in a low voice: "...No more. When I moved back to the north, it was more urgent and confusing. I don't know where I missed the photo album, so I didn't bring it back."

Zhuang Yan let out an "oh", a little disappointed.

He was even more curious about what Xie Ning was like when he was a child.

Isn't it... cuter and shy than now.

The two chatted for a while, and when the sun moved to the west, people came to the door one after another.

Although Uncle Zhong is there to receive him, Xie Ning, as the protagonist, cannot hide upstairs.

Xia Wan and Xie Jing came early.

Xie Ning was taken aback when he saw them.

Xia Wan also followed a girl, who seemed to be brought here.

The girl Xie Ning looks very familiar, and Zhuang Yan also knows her.

It was Song Qingqing.

Xia Wan said: "This is a little girl I know. When I heard about your birthday, I brought her to have dinner with you."

Xie Ning's face immediately turned cold.

The author has something to say: Remember a side story: If Zhuang Yan hadn't gone abroad, he would have met Xie Ning in college.

It's not over yet, but there are more and more stories I want to write.