Wen He didn't need to bring much; the wardrobe, chairs, and other items all belonged to the landlord.
Ji Chi squatted down beside Wen He and watched as she packed pairs of white cloth shoes into flattened plastic boxes.
He tried to suppress the urge to throw it away, and walked to the bedside, picking up the photo frame that was placed to the side.
The photo inside shows a kind old lady holding a baby in her arms. Judging from her eyebrows and eyes, it should be Wen He when she was a child.
cute...
He helped the other person pack the items near the bed into boxes.
On the bedside table to the right is a cute little bear nightlight, made of smooth and soft latex.
Ji Chi stopped, and the smile that had been on his face vanished completely.
With trembling hands, he pulled open the entire drawer, and the wooden box that had detached from the cabinet fell straight onto the porcelain floor.
The empty medicine bottles inside were scattered all over the ground.
Ji Chi stared at the medicine bottles scattered on the ground, his pupils shrinking, his lips trembling, his heart feeling as if it were being stabbed again and again by needles...
Hearing the sound, Wen He turned around sharply and looked at Ji Chi standing in the middle of the pile of medicine. He carefully kicked away the empty bottle on the ground, walked to the other's side, and gently held his cold palm.
"It's alright, Ji Chi, these are all empty..."
Wen He thought Ji Chi was upset because he smashed the cabinet...
Ji Chi took a deep breath, grasped the other person's hand, and said in a slightly choked voice, "Mmm."
"I don't want the empty ones... and I don't want them anymore."
The assistant at the door, seeing the scene before him, couldn't help but hold his breath.
Ji Chi's gaze fell on the other's indifferent face. He reached out and wrapped his arms around his waist, burying his head in the other's shoulder, his voice hoarse, "Don't bother packing, I'll buy you a new one..."
"Okay..." Noticing Ji Chi's unhappiness, Wen He lost her will to tidy up.
He didn't like Ji Chi being sad... because it would make him feel bad too, and his chest would feel tight.
Wen He patted his back, and the medicine bottle at his feet rolled into the toilet.
The assistant at the door came forward to help pick up the medicine bottles on the ground.
Wen He took a few valuables and followed Ji Chi out of the small house, leaving the space inside to her assistant.
The smell of cooking oil in the alley Ji Chi feel nauseous and disgusted. He pulled Wen He's hand and sat in the back seat, then turned on the air conditioner to blow away the messy smell on the two of them.
Wen He reluctantly looked away from the alleyway entrance; he now had a new place to live...
I just don't know how close it is to the market... and I don't know if I'll be able to buy a decent breakfast from the carts in the morning.
This concern arose twice.
Wen He, wearing a light blue plaid turtleneck sweater, stepped onto the stone slabs and entered a brand new courtyard.
The villa has an irregular square shape, and a large pear tree has been transplanted onto the iron fence in the front yard...!
Two thick ropes hung from the sturdy branches, and a swing was set up in the tree.
It's late November now, not the season for pear blossoms to bloom.
Ji Chi held a white down jacket and draped it over Wen He's shoulders. "Put this on. The air conditioning is on in the car, but not outside."
"I'm not cold..." Wen He struggled, not wanting to put on her coat, but the other person forcefully draped it over her shoulders with a cold face.
Wen He pouted and could only step into the house.
The glass door on the side revealed a glimpse of the living room. Although Wen He had seen the interior decorations countless times on his phone, he still couldn't help but marvel when he actually saw it in front of him...
It's so beautiful... This is the house that belongs to him and Ji Chi, and his name is on it...
Wen He acquired exclusive rights to the house for a mere two thousand yuan.
The door uses a pupil-type opening mechanism, which only captures the pupils of the two individuals.
Wen He ran into the house. To the right was a transparent glass room with tiered staircases inside. The central recessed platform was covered with a fluffy carpet and surrounded by plush toys.
This is Wen He's favorite design. He can sit on the platform and paint on weekdays. It not only has good lighting, but also offers a view of the outside world.
"Shall we go see our bedroom?" Ji Chi put his arm around his waist and carried him upstairs. Pushing open the bedroom door, the first thing that caught his eye was a photo hanging above the bed. It was a large photo of the two of them kissing, which Ji Chi had made and hung in the center.
Wen He felt awkward looking at it... but Ji Chi said that if it wasn't hung in the bedroom, he would hang it in the living room so that everyone entering and leaving the villa could see it...
After weighing the pros and cons, Wen He still chose the bedroom; he didn't want others to see such photos.
The naive boy seemed to have forgotten that there was a third option.
New house, new bedroom...
Ji Chi walked to the bedside table, quietly opened the drawer, and breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that everything was prepared inside.
He coughed lightly twice, then put his arm around the person and left the bedroom.
He studied diligently for months, and finally the day came when he could move into his new house.
Suppressing his restless heart, he led the group on another tour of the villa.
Wen He stopped in the living room, staring at the wall that was the first thing he saw when he entered. He felt that it was empty... and should be decorated with something.
It wasn't until their wedding photo was hung on the blank wall that Wen He suddenly realized this.
It turns out this was a deliberate choice by Ji Chi to leave blank space...
Wen He leaned against the platform, barefoot, and tucked into a blanket. The sunlight outside the glass room shone on Wen He's thin, small body, driving away a trace of chill.
"Uncle Xiao He! Uncle Xiao He! It's me, Kangkang! Please open the door for me!"
A child's innocent voice came from the courtyard. Wen He put down her stylus and ran into the courtyard in her slippers.
In the vast expanse of white, he saw that small figure in a pale yellow cotton-padded jacket standing at the door.
Wen He stepped forward and opened the iron gate, letting Quan Kangkang, who was walking the small dog, in.
"It's so cold, why did you come over to play?" Wen He dragged him by the arm and carried him into the house. Only after the warmth of the house dispelled the chill from Quan Kangkang did he slowly take off his pom-pom hat and hang it on the coat hanger.
The Xiao Guai sat obediently in the entryway.
Quan Kangkang patted the chill off his body and then touched Wen He He's well-defined fingers, which were cool to the touch...
He wriggled his little body and ran over to turn on the air conditioner in the room.
"Uncle Ji Chi told me to keep an eye on you, and I'll have my little cake to eat when he gets back."
Quan Kangkang stared at Wen He with his round, golden eyes, then wrapped the blanket around Wen He with concern, looking like a little adult.
"Don't listen to your Uncle Ji Chi next time... Uncle Xiao He will buy you a small cake too."
Wen He couldn't help but rub the two chubby cheeks on his face; they were soft and sticky.