Li Shao opened the room on the second floor and sent him up.
He sighed. Although he didn’t understand why his friend would drink like this, in life, everyone had their own sufferings. Gu Jiuci didn’t talk about it. He wouldn’t go into it too much.
Li Shao closed the door and went downstairs.
Gu Jiuci lay on the bed and had a dream.
In his dream, he went back to the days when they just lived together.
Tang Ziyou had a fever not long after he recovered from a cold.
Gu Jiuci took a thermometer to help him take his temperature and advised him to take a good rest.
Tang Ziyou stretched out his hand to hug him. Gu Jiuci hugged him and patted him on the back, “Be good.”
“I find that every time I get sick, you treat me well, and when I get better, you don’t treat me so well.” Tang Ziyou whispered.
Gu Jiu said softly, “Because the patient needs other people’s care, but healthy people can take care of themselves.”
Tang Ziyou said childishly, “Then I want to be sick all the time.”
Gu Jiuci laughed. He said, “It’s not necessary. You’d better get better as soon as possible.”
“Will you give me a kiss?” Tang Ziyou asked him.
Gu Jiuci looked at him but didn’t promise. He coaxed in a gentle tone, “Wait when you get better.”
Tang Ziyou didn’t force it, but obediently waited for him to get better and Gu Jiuci would kiss him again.
However, he didn’t wait in the end.
He recovered from his illness and Gu Jiuci left.
Tang Ziyou sent him a WeChat message with dissatisfaction, saying that ‘you owe me a kiss’.
Gu Jiuci looked at the sentence on the phone but didn’t reply to him.
Tang Ziyou waited and waited. If he couldn’t wait, he would no longer expect anything.
He owed him more than a kiss. He owed him a frankness and love. He thought he would return it, but he didn’t expect that he would never have the right to kiss him again.
Gu Jiuci had a bad sleep. After a night of dreams, he woke up the next morning with a dull pain in his head.
Li Shao ordered breakfast for him. After Gu Jiuci finished eating, he didn’t wait much and went back to his home.
He slept for a while and it was already afternoon when he woke up.
Gu Jiuci went into the bathroom, took a shower, and ordered a takeaway.
Waiting for the takeaway time, he went into the study, ready to look for a book and pass the time.
However, when he brushed his finger across the bookshelf, he accidentally stopped on a book that didn’t belong to this bookshelf.
Gu Jiuci pulled out the book, which was a sketchbook.
He opened it slowly and found that he was drawn inside.
At different times and in different states, some of him was sitting and playing with his mobile phone, some of him was leaning on the sofa to watch TV, and some of him was smiling and talking…
Gu Jiuci suddenly remembered that at noon that day, he was sitting on the sofa making a phone call. Tang Ziyou sitting on the other side of the sofa, looking at him from time to time, lowered his head to write and draw.
He didn’t bother himself, just sat quietly.
Until the end of the phone call, Gu Jiuci walked over curiously and asked him, “What are you doing?”
Tang Ziyou showed him his paintings generously and asked him, “Does it look like?”
“It’s okay,” Gu Jiuci said.
Tang Ziyou put the painting book back on his lap. He said, “When I finish drawing this book, I will give it to you.”
“Are you planning to draw me in a book?”
Tang Ziyou nodded, “Yes.”
Gu Jiuci thought he was quite innocent.
He actually didn’t understand, “What do you like about me? Are you my fan? You like me so much?”
Tang Ziyou smiled and whispered, “If you like it, you like it. If I’m not your fan, I can still like you.”
“Why?”
“Do you still want to ask why? I just like you. I’m happy to see you.”
He said frankly. Gu Jiuci smiled unconsciously as he listened to him.
He patted Tang Ziyou on the shoulder and left to get the book.
He didn’t actually understand Tang Ziyou’s love. In other words, he didn’t understand love at all.
He thought that there was a specific reason for love. It would be his face, his character, and the moment he loved him. In short, there should be a reason.
However, Tang Ziyou’s love had no reason. He was like a child growing up in an ivory tower. His love was simple and pure. What he loved was Gu Jiuci, who was everything to him, his good, his bad, his advantages, his shortcomings.
Gu Jiuci felt his love, painful but surprising.
He suffered from Tang Ziyou dragging him into the water because of his love. Even knowing that he was unwilling, he became engaged to him.
However, he was also surprised that someone liked him so pure and frankly that he couldn’t dislike Tang Ziyou because of his pain.
So he resisted Tang Ziyou’s approach.
But he couldn’t help being attracted by his love. The more attracted, the more he resisted. Tang Ziyou’s love attracted him one point and he took the initiative to resist two points.
He was like an iron magnet that deliberately twisted himself. It was obvious that as long as he conformed to the positive and negative poles, it could be tightly connected. But he had to turn over and take the same pole to get close to Tang Ziyou. The closer he got, the greater the resistance.
Gu Jiuci looked at the sketchbook in his hand and flipped through it silently.
The sketchbook wasn’t thin and Tang Ziyou really drew a lot.
Some paintings were drawn when Gu Jiuci was away. Tang Ziyou wrote in the corner: Xiao Jiu is not at home today.
Gu Jiuci looked at it and sighed softly with his fingers brushing the line of words.
He closed the sketchbook and put it back on the shelf.
As soon as he put it back, he heard the doorbell. Gu Jiuci subconsciously went to look at the phone. The phone didn’t ring. It was not a takeaway. It was…