[Dual male protagonists + dual identities + relaxed writing + sweet writing]
Three years ago, Yun Chen said to Nanguan: "We will be separated for a while."
Nanguan did not stay.
He thought Nanguan also agreed.
Three years later, Yun Chen got a free studio and moved into a shared house in a new city with his suitcase.
The keys were given by the landlord, and the roommates were randomly assigned. Everything seemed like a natural new beginning after a new chapter in life.
The moment he opened the door, he ran into someone's arms.
The man was wearing a dark gray sweater and stood in the backlight of the entrance. He looked at him for two seconds and then read out his name.
It's like I have prepared this name over and over again before finally waiting for the right time to release it.
Nanguan.
His first love in college, his ex-boyfriend, the person he thought he would never see again in this life.
Live right down the hall from this apartment.
Separated by a wall.
When Yun Chen squatted at the door of his new room and buried his face in his knees, he thought: This is his first time in this city, his first time living in this house, and this shared roommate was randomly arranged by the landlord.
Everything is a coincidence.
But the posture of Nanguan standing in the entrance hall, the slightly lowered tone when saying his name, and the look in his eyes as if he had been waiting for a long time for him to open the door and come in.
It was so accurate that it didn't look like an accident.
He didn't tell Nanguan that he still kept the mint-woody perfume formula.
He didn't ask Nanguan why there was an extra mixing station on the balcony, a few bottles of liquor in the kitchen, and a pot of mint on the coffee table that was exactly the same as when he was in college.
He just fell asleep sitting on the sofa in the living room one late autumn night.
When he woke up, he found that he was curled up in Nan Guan's arms, his fingers holding his wrist, as if he refused to let go in a dream.
What's even more outrageous is that Nanguan didn't push him away.
The subsequent story is a long dislocation between "I thought you didn't want to continue" and "I thought you had left."
It's the breath through the wall in a shared apartment, the unspoken words in a riverside bar, and the confession at the bar on New Year's Eve.
It took Yun Chen nearly three years to finally understand.
Nanguan's words of reluctance remained unspoken.
"I'll make up for what you couldn't say that night."
On the way forward, the wind and snow will be yours, the plainness will be yours, and the rest of my life will be yours.
Intention: Love life for the sake of love.
