Weak and enchanting

In the dark place, there is only a ray of light, which shines on the fair-skinned young man who is painting in front of the easel. His face is quiet and gentle, with a handsome face painted on it. That is the person he loves most in his life named Qi Jiexuan.

"I miss him so much." Behind the boy appeared another boy who was exactly the same, but his eyes were completely different.

"Well, kind of."

The boy was silent for a while: "Then you don't go back yet."

"I also want to spend more time with you."

The young man smiled for a moment but it disappeared quickly. He casually sat on Qi Zeyu's chair with his back to back, obviously very happy but still disgusted and said: "...and didn't ask you to accompany me... "

Qi Zeyu carefully outlined the smiling eyes of the painter: "I still remember the day when the third sister left, you suddenly appeared. You have been with me for so many years. Everyone thinks that I am abnormal. Only you can talk to me well. I You helped me with the things I didn’t dare to do, it’s been so many years, you still have to leave?”

"Silly, you are really normal after I leave. Do you know why I appear?" The boy said angrily.

"Isn't it just a split personality, but you are also me!"

The boy was silent for a while: ".......Do you know how long you slept?"

Qi Zeyu shook his head, the boy got up and hugged him from behind: "You...it's time to wake up."

"Aren't you going to accompany me?" Qi Zeyu's heart was sour, parting is always the saddest.

"In the future... you will have him to accompany you." The young man looked at the painting in front of him, his eyes softened: "Jiexuan is very good, it's worth waiting for so many years."

The young man covered Qi Zeyu's eyes with his hands: "Forget about the past."

"No! Write down the bad and the good, I don't want to forget you."

"Then goodbye Kohane...your drawing is really good..."

Qi Zeyu smiled, his voice choked up: "That's your painting."

The young man smiled, his smile was as bright as a spring breeze, forget me, goodbye forever.

Afterwards, Qi Zeyu's body gradually glowed and then dissipated into pure white feathers before disappearing.

In the dark environment, there is still that ray of light, that familiar easel, that familiar person in the painting. The young man caressed the face of the person in the painting and gradually approached it, touching his forehead, and a drop of crystal teardrop fell.

Telepathy, Qi Zeyu lay on the bed with a tear in the corner of his eye.Qi Jiexuan happened to be helping him move his fingers. Seeing him tearing up and erasing it for him, it must have been a nightmare.Qi Jiexuan kissed his hand, Qi Zeyu had been asleep for 36 days.

It was an afternoon, the sun was obscured by clouds and there was only faint sunlight. It was still very cold in England, and it was gloomy with heavy snow falling outside.The room is very warm, making people sleepy and drowsy. Qi Jiexuan just finished reading today's newspaper to Qi Zeyu. As long as he doesn't speak, there will be a dead silence in the bedroom. He sits on the edge of the bed and falls asleep unconsciously holding his hand.

Qi Zeyu frowned because of the sweltering heat on his expressionless face, and slowly opened his eyes, his vision was blurred and he was a little dizzy.It took a while before he realized where he was. He thought about the past, should he be in Switzerland or England? Why did he come to England?He felt as if he had forgotten something, but his weak body prevented him from thinking.

There was a fiery temperature coming from his right hand, a person who buried his face in the quilt, Qi Zeyu smiled, even if he couldn't think now, but the temperature of that hand always had a fiery temperature, only him.Qi Zeyu smiled and touched his head, the hair became much rougher to the touch.

Qi Jiexuan woke up suddenly, grabbed his hands that were groping around his head, and raised his head, the two looked at each other.Qi Jiexuan felt that it was unreal and feared that it was his own fantasy, but seeing Qi Zeyu innocently blinked his big eyes, he suddenly laughed: "Heh..."

Touching his face tremblingly with the grasped hand, Qi Zeyu stroked his beard playfully: "Is it different from the one in the painting?"

As soon as Qi Jiexuan came to his senses, the sour smell came up, and tears came out with a smile: "Xiaoyu, you finally woke up." He hugged Qi Zeyu excitedly, but he didn't dare to use too much force, Qi Zeyu's voice was false when he just woke up, he carefully Holding him, rubbing his neck to breathe his breath.

Qi Zeyu's neck was itchy from the beard, but he didn't intend to let go at all. He wiped away the tears from the corners of Qi Jiexuan's eyes with heartache, brushed his hair that blocked his eyes and kissed his forehead. .There are a lot of things to say, but sometimes there is no need to say so much, just feel the warmth of each other, that's good.

After waking up, Qi Zeyu found that he really couldn't remember some things. Maybe this was a good thing. He suddenly saw the painting hanging on the wall. It was a half-withered rose, with a nude upper body embedded in the center of the rose. , the man's body is very strong, his face is covered by flower petals, Qi Zeyu was stunned, he felt that he had painted him in the painting.

Qi Jiexuan quietly saw Qi Zeyu looking at his painting, wondering what he was thinking.

Qi Zeyu turned his head and stroked his face: "Jiexuan, I want to draw a portrait of you."

Qi Jiexuan hurriedly tidied himself up, came out of the bathroom and returned to the personable boss Qi more than a month ago, sitting on the model chair and focusing on the painting, Qi Zeyu drew stroke by stroke, every brush stroke There is a familiar feeling, as if someone is writing with him, the body is hugged warmly, and a warm current spreads from the heart to the whole body.

But after that painting was finished, that feeling disappeared all over the place.There is no loss, and every time I write in the future, there will be nostalgia from nowhere.