Fireworks Promise, let's end it here
"Mr. Wei?!" Wen Zichuan turned around and widened his eyes. It turned out that he was the one who booked the entire place.
Wei Jing's suit jacket was already unbuttoned, hanging loosely on his shoulders. He walked to the reception desk and tapped the table with his fingers. "Give them the rooms on the third floor, facing south."
The receptionist quickly put down his phone and said, "Okay!"
While he was getting his keys, Wei came over and patted Cheng Sizhou on the shoulder: "The accommodation problem has been solved. In exchange, how about you give me your time tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?" Cheng Sizhou was not very happy. Zichuan attended the comic convention for two days and had planned to accompany him tomorrow.
"Two hours." Wei Jing raised his hand and made a "two" sign, entering bargaining mode. "Come back with me to Heting Manor tomorrow morning to take a look at my collection. It shouldn't take long."
Cheng Sizhou's eyes drifted towards Wen Zichuan, and when he saw him nod, he reluctantly agreed.
"That's settled," Wei Jing smiled, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Have a good rest. Happy New Year."
Twenty minutes later, Cheng Sizhou and Wen Zichuan were both soaking in the hot spring pool.
There is no natural hot spring in this place. It’s just that the owner really knows how to enjoy it, so he took some effort to build an artificial one.
Forget about artificial hot springs. Just having a bathtub to soak in can make people feel more comfortable. And more importantly, you don’t have to spend your own money.
Cheng Sizhou leaned comfortably against the pool wall, a steaming towel on his head. "It's so cold, my brain is frozen. Now I understand why Mr. Wei can book the whole place."
"Because he is very, special, and extraordinarily rich?" Wen Zichuan said with his eyes closed.
"That's one aspect."
"What about the other side?"
"The owner of Meng's Villa is a sculptor named Meng Qingyun, who is acquainted with my master. Although sculpture and cultural relic restoration seem to be two completely different professions, they actually have many things in common."
"I can imagine that people are more concerned with shapes and colors."
"Yes. Meng Qingyun holds a high status in the sculpture and art circles. I've met him a few times, but he's older than me, so we can't be considered close friends. I only know that he converted his seaside villa into a B&B, hosting guests from the art world, and he occasionally stays there himself."
"So, this place is semi-open to the public, or even closed to the public? Boss Wei can book the whole place, so does that mean he knows Mr. Meng?"
Cheng Sizhou was on the left side of Wen Zichuan. When he turned his head, he saw that beautiful jawline.
Attracted by her beauty, he stood up by holding onto the wall of the pool, swam over to Wen Zichuan, and gave him a solid kiss on the cheek: "How come you're so smart? You could even guess that?"
"Then you tell me first, am I right?"
"Mr. Meng has a useless son named Meng Fanyu. We can call him Little Meng. He used to learn painting at the Children's Palace. Because of his family background in art, Little Meng has a very good foundation in art and has been praised more often than I have."
In fact, Meng Fanyu has such a great sculptor father that he doesn't need to go to the Children's Palace to learn painting. The reason why he is willing to go is mainly because he will only be scolded if he studies at home, but he can be praised every day at the Children's Palace.
Another less important reason is that Meng Fanyu and Cheng Sizhou were the two best students of that class and were collectively known as the "Universe" combination.
Although I was young and naive at that time and didn't understand what it meant for heroes to appreciate each other, the relationship of being both friends and rivals, the feeling of competing with each other and making progress together, fascinated the young man.
"How can someone as outstanding as you be called useless?" Wen Zichuan praised people quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.
Cheng Sizhou's face flushed. Before he met Wen Zichuan, his reputation wasn't much better than Meng Fanyu's. "Little Meng studied at the Academy of Fine Arts, but he couldn't follow in his father's footsteps and gave up on sculpture."
"So what is he doing now?"
"I've been working outside with production crews for years, as a prop master."
"Prop master? In the film and television industry?"
"Yeah, I heard about it too. For example, when shooting a fantasy film and needing to customize a special weapon, Xiao Meng's craftsmanship comes in handy. He thinks it's fun, more interesting than sculpture."
Meng Fanyu has been in the film and television industry for seven or eight years, so it is not surprising that he knows Wei Jing.
Moreover, Cheng Sizhou could see that Wei Jing was quite interested in cultural relics, artworks, and collectibles. Perhaps he got to know Old Meng through Little Meng, and got along better with the artist Old Meng.
The reason why Wei Jing was able to book the entire place was because he had a good relationship with the host and had a noble status.
Based on Wen Zichuan's superficial understanding, he subjectively supports Meng Fanyu more: "I feel that Meng hasn't deviated too much. It's just that his work is not elegant enough and can't be considered art, but it is very practical."
"The older generation is very stubborn. Xiao Meng gave up sculpting and went to make props. To Old Meng, isn't that heresy?"
Wen Zichuan looked at him and saw that his hair and eyebrows were wet. The words "the older generation is very stubborn" and "heretical" were referring to both Meng Fanyu and himself.
"Brother Zhou, do you really want to work in cultural relic restoration? Or are you taking the opposite path from Meng Fanyu, to inherit the aspirations of your fathers?"
Cheng Sizhou did not answer immediately, but hugged Wen Zichuan in his arms. Their skin, heated by the hot spring, pressed tightly against each other, as if their blood was connected together, affecting each other's chaotic heartbeats.
"Zichuan."
"Um."
Amidst the swirling white mist, Cheng Sizhou spoke slowly: "I've never pitted them against each other, nor have I thought about doing so. I've been drawing since elementary school, and later studied history. My past has shaped who I am today, and cultural relic restoration is a perfect fit for me. During the restoration process, I have a sense of mission and responsibility; after the restoration is complete, I feel a sense of accomplishment and achievement. Besides, if I didn't do cultural relic restoration, what else could someone like me do?"
"Brother Zhou, life is a wilderness, not a track. Don't confine yourself to a predetermined path. If one day you don't want to work in this industry anymore, you can try something else, or even just do nothing. Can you give yourself some breathing room and not live such a tiring life all the time?"
Cheng Sizhou smiled and kissed his forehead. "If I were ten years younger, I would agree with this statement. But Zichuan, my parents and my master and his wife are all about to retire. They are getting old so fast without me noticing. I can relax and rest as much as possible outside of work, but I can't let them worry about me anymore. They may not love me enough or care about me enough, but I love them, and my love for them is unconditional."
Wen Zichuan said "hmm" softly. After being together for so long, he understood everything.
If we compare him to himself, things are much simpler. He and his mother don't have any particular conflicts; the only issue affecting their lives is whether they have money.
So even though Lin Hanzhen opposed him sharing a house with Cheng Sizhou, he could send back 3,000 yuan every month because of the cheap rent, so Lin Hanzhen no longer strongly urged him to move out.
Wen Zichuan's motivation for striving is simpler than Cheng Sizhou's. He likes dubbing and can make money, and that's enough.
"Brother Zhou, I will work hard to earn money and buy a house and insurance for our elders in the future. If their retirement problems can be solved, won't you feel more at ease?"
Cheng Sizhou frowned and smiled, feeling that he was sure to have a life of luxury: "You haven't even married yet, and you're already treating yourself as the Cheng family's daughter-in-law?"
Wen Zichuan was furious: "Why don't you tell me that you are my wife? I earn money to support my wife, it's only natural!"
Cheng Sizhou took the opportunity to joke, "What if you, the elders, want children? Will you give birth, or will I?"
Wen Zichuan didn't argue anymore, but he just stood there in his arms like a piece of wood.
"Hey...don't cry, don't cry, I'm sorry, I take it back!"
The words have been spoken and cannot be taken back. Cheng Sizhou understood this and he also regretted that his unintentional joke had pushed Wen Zichuan's emotions into the abyss.
But Wen Zichuan didn't know what he was sad about. The two men just couldn't have children together. Perhaps he had been hesitating and struggling from the beginning to end. He chose to be with Cheng Sizhou because he wanted to make him happy, but he couldn't marry him and have children. Was this contrary to his original wish?
"I will treat them well." He hugged Cheng Sizhou back and buried his face in his shoulder. "Even if they don't approve of me, I will treat them well."
"Just get along normally," Cheng Sizhou patted him on the back. "If they really can't understand or accept this, and insist on finding someone to eliminate, it should be me, not you."
"No!" Wen Zichuan's eyes were red, and there was a sound of water when he inhaled. "No one can destroy you. I don't agree!"
Cheng Sizhou sighed, because the risk of his sexual orientation and his family was originally his. If he couldn't protect Zichuan, he didn't deserve his wholehearted love and trust.
“Swish—bang!”
Suddenly, a firework exploded in the sky, and the sky full of colorful lights suddenly rose up, throwing out countless debris, and then instantly disappeared into the dark night sky.
"Let's go back to the terrace!"
"Huh? What did you say?"
Fireworks have been banned in Dengyuan for many years. I wonder which "outlaw" is risking being caught and setting off fireworks on the beach.
Because they were so close, the sound of the fireworks exploding was deafening, and even though the two were facing each other, they couldn't hear what the other was saying.
Wen Zichuan was wrapped in pajamas by Cheng Sizhou and brought back to the room. Outside the bedroom, there was a flat terrace with a great view, facing the sea at night under the moonlight.
The two of them lay side by side on the railing, looking at the sky above the sea. Fireworks of various shapes bloomed one after another, and even their pupils were illuminated as bright as day.
"So beautiful--!" Wen Zichuan flexed his palms and shouted loudly.
"Make a wish--!" Cheng Sizhou imitated him to make him happy.
Since talking is hard, let’s do it!
Wen Zichuan grabbed Cheng Sizhou's hand and wrote a word on his palm. Cheng Sizhou read it out as he wrote one: "Let's stay like this for the rest of our lives."
Okay, let’s stay like this for the rest of our lives.
Cheng Sizhou wiped the corner of his eyes, wrapping up all the long-term torment, struggle and unfulfilled desires in this drop of salty tears, and scattering them to an unknown place with the howling night wind.
The TV in the room was broadcasting the New Year's Eve event in the city center. Amid the countdown with millions of people waving and shouting, and the dazzling colors of the sky, they hugged and kissed deeply, lighting a ray of light for each other's souls.
Under the light, the two souls entangled and intertwined until they merged into each other in a perfect fit.
"Happy New Year, my Mr. Wen."
"Happy New Year, Mr. Wen's Mr. Cheng."
The rivers and seas are vast, and the years pass silently. I only hope that this feeling and scene will remain the same year after year.
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