Let's rehearse the transition to regular bed companionship, okay?
Afterwards, Wen Zichuan calmed down and continued to think about how to identify "Tian Xiang".
Wen Duo's cowardly attitude is certainly irritating, but what he said is not wrong. It is better to ask the enthusiastic "Qishash" to "fish" than to bring in a new character and arouse the suspicion of "Tianxiang".
But his boss Wei Jing was used to being the boss and controlling everyone in the business world. He was always thinking about things, so assigning him to do something was harder than climbing to the sky.
Fortunately, there are still a few days of vacation, and he needs to think carefully about how to make this plan more comprehensive.
During the Spring Festival, apart from paying homage to Lin Hanzhen and visiting Xiao Liang, Wen Zichuan and Cheng Sizhou did not go anywhere.
Apart from eating and sleeping, Wen Zichuan just stays at home every day, and he can't stand it any longer.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he had to make Cheng Sizhou take the initiative. This man had become like a monkey, wishing he could stick to him 24 hours a day.
For example, if Cheng Sizhou saw him brushing his teeth with bubbles in his mouth, he would grab him and kiss him madly.
For example, when he was hanging clothes and his waist was exposed, he would be suddenly hugged and rubbed and pushed by the hot thing.
On the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Wen Zichuan made an appointment with someone to go out. Cheng Sizhou wanted to go with him, but Wen Zichuan firmly disagreed.
"Drink." Wen Zichuan was annoyed by him and opened a can of beer in front of him. He didn't believe that Cheng Sizhou dared to disobey him.
"You can drink it." Cheng Sizhou could see the trick of "fishing with a straight hook". He got himself drunk so that he could go out alone. "But I don't want to drink this can. I want another one."
"They're all in the refrigerator, go change them." Wen Zichuan folded his hands, thinking that no matter what kind of wine he drank, he would just pour it out in one glass, so it would be the same no matter what he changed.
Cheng Sizhou really changed the can and drank it all in front of him.
At first, he tried to insist that he was not drunk, but in less than ten minutes, he fell on the bed, closed his eyes, and talked nonsense.
“Since we parted, I have recalled our meeting, and I have seen you in my dreams many times.”[1]
“Though longing for love is useless, it is not a bad thing to be melancholy and mad.”[2]
“This feeling can be recalled, but it was already gone at that time.”[3]
“If love lasts forever, why should we be together day and night?”[4]
Wen Zichuan had no interest in listening to him holding a poetry conference alone, so he slammed the door shut.
Years ago, he bought the Lin family shop from Lin Xin. He originally wanted to keep it as a souvenir and make up for the regret of the demolition of Yangliuan.
Since Lin Xin refused to take his money, he couldn't bear to see the shop fall into disrepair. He thought that such a quaint old courtyard should be renovated and put to some use.
Wen Zichuan asked someone to clean the shop and also invited a new designer to help him think about how to give this old shop a new life.
Designer Chen Xiya arrived on time for the appointment. He was a little fuller-bodied than Wen Zichuan, with eyes as lively as a deer, and light brown semi-long hair. The two strands in front hung casually, and the back was tied into a small round bun.
"Interesting," Chen Xiya exclaimed heartfeltly as he entered the Lin family shop. "Although it's been abandoned, it's clear that it carries many stories and memories."
The Lin family shop was a shop in front and a workshop in the back. Wen Zichuan took him on a tour from front to back and asked, "Teacher Chen, what do you think we should transform it into?"
"When I came here just now, I saw that Caoyan Alley was completely filled with antique shops. This business model is already saturated and unpopular with young people, but other business models don't fit the basic tone of this street and can't share the customer flow." Chen Xiya didn't say he knew him well, but he had heard of his reputation as a top star. "Teacher Wen, do you need to make a profit?"
Wen Zichuan hadn't spent any money when he bought the shop, let alone doing antique business. How was that any different from Wen Duo? He felt sick just thinking about it.
"No, it doesn't need to be too commercial. It can be self-operated and self-financed, covering basic expenses such as water, electricity, cleaning, and maintenance."
"Then my suggestion is to transform it into a folk museum."
"Folk Museum?"
"Right. Modern exhibits are no longer restricted to visible or tangible objects. Anything beautiful, with a story to tell, and thought-provoking can be an exhibit. With the support of exhibits, a museum can be established to record and remember, as well as to communicate and share."
Chen Xiya’s words made Wen Zichuan think a lot.
Both the museum and Pinault's play are intended to record and commemorate stories lost in the dust of time.
He had heard many stories along the way, some of which happened so long ago that he could only barely restore the full picture by relying on different people to tell them.
There are also stories that only exist in dreams. After waking up, even telling them to others seems too bizarre. When the murals that prove the story are completely eroded by wind, everything in the story will be completely forgotten.
For the sake of distant stories, lingering emotions and lost civilizations, Wen Zichuan and Chen Xiya reached an agreement and decided to transform the Lin family shop into a "sound museum".
After seeing Chen Xiya off, Wen Zichuan just returned to the house when the door was closed behind him.
"You're not drunk?" He glanced at the person and asked unhappily, "Are you following me?"
"You bought my master's wife's shop, and you won't let me come over to take a look?"
Cheng Sizhou felt mixed emotions. He couldn't even imagine why Zichuan wanted to buy it. Caoyan Lane had long been left behind by the development of the city. The Lin family shop was like a decrepit old man, unpopular and unable to make money.
Wen Zichuan held onto the half-man-high workbench, looking left and right: "I originally wanted to bring you here after the renovation, but now it's good, there are no surprises."
"Yes, there's a surprise." Cheng Sizhou hugged him, as if he couldn't hug him enough. "Zichuan, can you tell me the truth? I don't believe you can't see that this shop is in a bad location. If you keep it, you will only lose money. I thought Master's wife was just trying it out and it would definitely not sell in the end. Why did you buy it?"
Wen Zichuan let him hold her and sighed silently: "Because I'm afraid."
"What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid that I won't have you by my side, and there won't be a place where I can think of you."
Cheng Sizhou's eyes were red, and his heart was filled with these words: "I will never avoid you again, and I will never leave you again. As long as you miss me, I will appear in front of you immediately."
Wen Zichuan smiled helplessly: "You're still drunk, right? What nonsense are you talking about? Work will resume tomorrow, so you have to go back to work, right?"
"I've resigned. I won't go," Cheng Sizhou lowered his head and kissed him. "Tomorrow I'll take you to work and pick you up from get off work. I'll cook dinner and wait for you when you come back, okay?"
"You're not going to repair cultural relics anymore? You're not going to inherit your master's skills?"
"Dengbo is no longer the Dengbo it used to be, is it?"
Wen Zichuan didn't know that Cheng Sizhou had been transferred to another position for half a year. He wasted all day in the printing room, which was more uncomfortable than being in prison.
But then he thought again and decided that it would be better not to go to the office. Liu Shixing failed to deal with Xiao Liang, and the knife attack incident had caused such a big stir. It would be safer for Cheng Sizhou to stay at home than in Dengbo.
He was a man with such a firm career ideal, but he was shaken because of me. He didn't know whether he was helping him or harming him.
Cheng Sizhou pulled out the photo he had taken at Fengbo. The four-year-old boy was standing in the corridor behind the house holding Wen Zichuan, who was only one month old.
The place where the photo was taken is very close. If the two children were still alive, they could recreate an identical photo by holding up their phones to compare the angles.
"I asked Master's wife," Cheng Sizhou bit his ear, "and she actually remembered why I hugged you back then."
"Why?"
"Your mother put you on the bed and you kept crying, so I wanted to take you to see Master Lin to frame paintings. But as soon as I held you, you stopped crying, so I kept holding you."
"Then hug me more. If you hug me, I won't cry."
There was no one around, the shop in front was connected to the workshop in the back, it was empty and quiet.
Hugging wasn't enough, so they tacitly switched to kissing. But kissing wasn't enough either. Cheng Sizhou got drunk and threw Wen Zichuan onto the workbench.
The table was covered with a soft off-white felt mat made of coarse wool, which made the skin itchy and even more itchy on the tip of the heart.
It’s not that Wen Zichuan didn’t want to do it with him, but doing it on the counter where both Master Lin and Master Jiang had worked was really a blasphemous shame.
His coat had been rubbed off, his shirt was open, and he couldn't help but get goose bumps from the felt padding. But he still had to say shakily, "If you don't work and don't get paid, you're just going to be living off me."
"How can you say I'm a gigolo? I found a new job."
"What...hiss, what new job?"
"I promise to diligently serve as Teacher Haowen's bedmate."
"I'm telling you... no kissing! Seriously... ugh!"
Wen Zichuan knew that Cheng Sizhou was capable, but those who were more dexterous than him were not as smart as him, and those who were smarter than him were not as dexterous as him.
Besides, his eyes work better in dark places than in bright places. No matter how complicated the color is, he can mix it with paint at a glance.
He could find a good job after leaving Dengbo, but Wen Zichuan didn't want him to go to work right away. He really wanted to experience a life where someone would take him to work, pick him up after get off work, and prepare meals for him when he got home.
This idea is selfish, but he is a popular star, so he can afford it!
Seeing that he was distracted, Cheng Sizhou's face darkened and he became unhappy.
He took out a wolf-hair brush and swept it from Wen Zichuan's earlobe to his chin. When he circled his chest, he deliberately swept it a few more times.
The weather was a bit cold, and coupled with the stimulation of the wolf hair brush, Wen Zichuan kept trembling on the felt mat, and even his breathing rhythm changed.
"Teacher Wen, I also want to talk to you seriously."
"Uh-huh...what's so serious, um..."
“When can I become a regular employee?”
"As a bedside companion, you'll only be an annual outstanding bedside companion. How can you be promoted to... a regular..."
"I want to be in a higher position. If I don't, how can I live off you?"
Wen Zichuan pretended to be confused and reached out to pull his nose: "Aren't you on top? Or do you want to try the bottom?"
Cheng Sizhou turned the wolf-hair brush over and gestured at his lower body: "I think you want to try it down there?"
"No no no, I didn't, I didn't!"
Wen Zichuan quickly pushed him away, and Cheng Sizhou's actions frightened him!
He had no fetish for foreign objects, nor did he want to stuff strange things into his body. Besides, the pen was most likely used by his masters and ancestors. When he thought of this, he felt hot with shame all over.
Cheng Sizhou covered him up, blocking his view. When Wen Zichuan thought he was really going to be penetrated by a pen, a familiar touch filled him.
"Okay, I was just kidding." Cheng Sizhou kissed him, "It doesn't matter if I don't get a permanent position. It's great to be able to accompany you."
Wen Zichuan was indeed startled, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was no big deal. They were familiar enough with each other's bodies, and it was nothing to expand their experience occasionally.
He felt very comfortable being "served" and was seriously thinking about becoming a regular employee. Perhaps in half a year or a year, when his popularity died down, he could bring Cheng Sizhou with him as his assistant.
However, wouldn’t it be too unfair for a top cultural relic restorer to work as his assistant?
"Distracted again!" Cheng Sizhou huffed. Was he not working hard enough? How could he be distracted two or three times in such a short time?
"Can we...do a rehearsal?" Wen Zichuan winked at him, smiling sweetly. "I haven't been officially promoted yet, so let's prepare for it first."
Cheng Sizhou stared at him blankly, fascinated and intoxicated.
He went deep inside, forcing him to tilt his head back slightly, then leaned close to his ear and said, "Wife."
Wen Zichuan was shocked and froze until he heard the following sentence: "I love you."
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The author has something to say: [1] Quoted from “Partridge Sky: Colorful Sleeves Diligently Holding the Jade Bell” by Yan Jidao of the Song Dynasty.
[2] Quoted from Li Shangyin’s “Untitled: The Curtains Draw Deep in Mochou Hall” in the Tang Dynasty.
[3] Quoted from “Brocade Zither” by Li Shangyin of the Tang Dynasty.
[4] Quoted from “Magpie Bridge Fairy: The Fine Clouds Playing Tricks” by Qin Guan of the Song Dynasty.
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