After My Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

For Xie Ning, this was his first meeting with Zhuang Yan.

There is no romantic background in idol dramas, sweet bmg, no warm sunshine and some added filters.

So generally speaking, there is nothing that can be called "love at first sight".

Xie Ning was even embarrassed. He picked up the drawing board on the ground and looked at Zhuang Yan with some embarrassment.

With his collision just now, the paint scattered all over the floor, and some of it was scratched on Zhuang Yan's coat, dyed with a bright color.

It seems a bit funny.

"Sorry," Xie Ning asked. "You didn't hurt you."

Zhuang Yan shook his head: "I'm fine."

Xie Ning thought that his gaze was a little strange, a bit hotter than the average person, but he couldn't tell what was strange, so he didn't care, lowered his head and continued to pick up the paint.

The caps of some paints were knocked open. Xie Ning was afraid that the remaining paint would squeeze out, so he slowly searched for the small caps. If he couldn't find them, he picked out the paints and wrapped them in paper.

When he lowered his body, a piece of white skin appeared on the back of his neck, almost transparent, with a little green blood vessel on it.

Zhuang Yan looked at it for a while, then looked away uncomfortably.

He was too white, and he was very thin, like the kind of sick white who was locked in a house and had not seen the sun for a long time.

Xie Ning did not notice his gaze, looking for the ocher lid.

The paint color corresponds to the lid. It is more troublesome to make a mistake. The ocher color is darker, so it is not easy to find under this light.

A hand suddenly stretched out in front of his eyes and asked, "Is that this?"

The palm is a small ocher lid.

"Yes." Xie Ning quickly took the lid back and said, "Thank you."

Zhuang Yan squatted down with him and said, "I'll help you find it together."

Xie Ning didn't like troublesome people, and just wanted to refuse, she heard Zhuang Yan say: "The light here is dark, you have to pick it up for a long time, and the people behind are afraid that you will be blocked."

Hearing this, Xie Ning frowned, but did not refuse. He has never liked to cause trouble to people.

Zhuang Yan's height is a bit taller than Xie Ning, and when the two squatted down together, they were almost the same height.

The paint is easy to find, and the knocked open lid is a little harder to find. Xie Ning squinted and fumbled for a long time, and finally saw a lid among the grass roots.

He immediately stretched out his hand to pick it up, but he expected his fingers to touch the back of Zhuang Yan's warm hand.

"Ah, sorry." He withdrew his hand subconsciously.

Zhuang Yan glanced at him, handed him the lid, and asked, "Why do you have to apologize?"

Xie Ning paused suddenly.

Probably... I am embarrassed.

Xie Ning felt that her face was a little hot, but fortunately she couldn't see clearly in the dim light.

When all the paint was found, Xie Ning counted it again, and after confirming that there was no omission, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He said to Zhuang Yan, "Thank you."

Zhuang Yan looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled: "I found that you are not very good at talking."

Xie Ning wondered: "What?"

"Thank you except sorry." Zhuang Yan said, "Do you only say these two sentences."

Xie Ning reacted, a little embarrassed.

He is really bad at expressing: "I don't know what to say."

"Not used to talking to strangers?" Zhuang Yan asked in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

Xie Ning nodded silently.

Zhuang Yan showed a clear expression on his face: "Then I won't force you to speak."

Xie Ning felt that this person was a little familiar, but after all, he was hit by himself, which was considered a disaster.

Not only did he not blame him, but he also helped to find paint together.

Xie Ning stared at his coat for a while.

Zhuang Yan: "What's wrong?"

Xie Ning pointed to the colors on the coat: "What about this?"

Zhuang Yangang wanted to say that he would deal with it by himself and that he would not wear this coat in the future, anyway he would not lack this one.

When the words came to his lips, he suddenly remembered something, and swallowed it back.

He pondered for a moment and asked, "Is this paint easy to wash?"

Xie Ning shook his head and said, "Oil paint is more difficult to wash, and it can't be left for a long time. The longer it is, the more difficult it will be to wash. If you add a little turpentine to dilute it, it will be better. Does your bedroom have turpentine?"

Zhuang Yan shook his head with an embarrassed expression: "I don't seem to have one in my house."

"I have it." Xie Ning hesitated for a moment and said, "Or give me the coat and I will wash it for you."

Turpentine is often used to dilute oil paintings, and Xie Ning is naturally prepared.

The corners of Zhuang Yan's lips bend, and a smile that has been fulfilled appeared: "Will it trouble you too much."

"Originally, I hit you, so I should clean it for you." Xie Ning said slowly, "You helped me find paint for so long, and if there is turpentine, it won't be troublesome to wash."

Zhuang Yan listened, without hesitation, took off his coat and threw it to Xie Ning.

It's late autumn, and winter is about to begin. The climate has changed in recent days, and today the temperature is lower than usual.

After Zhuang Yan took off his jacket, he was only wearing a long-sleeved shirt, which looked thin and could not stop the intrusion of cold air at all.

Xie Ning glanced at his shirt a few more times and couldn't help thinking, isn't he cold like this?

"Where is your bedroom?" Zhuang Yan asked.

Xie Ning didn't react for a while: "What?"

Zhuang Yan pointed to the drawing board and paint, and then pointed to his coat: "So many things, did you bring them here? I'll help you deliver them together."

Xie Ning refused: "No, I can."

Old God Zhuang Yan was saying: "I'm afraid you will hit someone on the road again."

Xie Ning: "..." How can he not look at the way so much.

But with Zhuang Yan’s lesson from the past, Xie Ning couldn't find a word to refute, and finally let him back to the bedroom with the drawing board and jacket.

On the way, Zhuang Yan seemed unable to bear the silence, and asked him, "Are you an art student?"

Xie Ning: "Yeah."

Zhuang Yan asked, "Are you a freshman? I didn't seem to have seen you before in school."

Xie Ning thought, how could you have seen all the people in the school, and nodded: "Yeah."

"A freshman in the art department...I remember living in the dormitory building over there." Zhuang Yan said.

Xie Ning looked in the direction he was pointing, and happened to see his bedroom building: "Yeah."

Zhuang Yan couldn't help laughing: "I found out that in addition to'sorry' and'thank you,' you also say'um'."

Xie Ning was stunned for a while before he realized that he seemed to have said three "um" in a row just now.

"If you don't like to speak, you can leave it alone." Zhuang Yan smiled, "Just listen to me."

Xie Ning nodded after being silent for a moment.

"I am in the director department. I am two years older than you, and I am a junior. You may call me senior. The teaching building is next to you, and the dormitory is a little farther away from your dorm."

Xie Ning thought, then he didn't have to take a long way back.

But he did not speak.

"But I don't live in the dormitory, I usually live in an outside house, so I go wherever I go."

It turned out to be so.

Xie Ning paused, and suddenly remembered that he also had the idea of ​​moving outside. Maybe he could ask the senior.

But this idea was quickly forgotten by him.

It's just a stranger meeting for the first time.

Zhuang Yan's voice is deep and magnetic. He doesn't say much. It sounds like a melodious double bass, strong and sexy.

So Zhuang Yan said, Xie Ning listened, and the two went downstairs to the bedroom.

The aunt in the dormitory greeted Xie Ning as usual: "I'm back."

After seeing Zhuang Yan next to him, he was taken aback for a moment: "Hey, isn't it alone this time?"

"Yeah." Xie Ning nodded towards the dormitory aunt. After speaking, remembering that Zhuang Yan said he could only say this one word, it was rare to add, "I'm back."

The aunt in the dormitory looked a little surprised, but in a blink of an eye, Xie Ning and Zhuang Yan were already upstairs.

"What floor?" Zhuang Yan asked.

"Fifth floor, 506."

At the door of the bedroom, Xie Ning slowly put the things in his arms on the ground, looking for the keys on him.

Zhuang Yan said, "What are you doing so troublesome, isn't there someone in the bedroom? Let them open the door."

Xie Ning glanced at him, did not speak or knock on the door, and continued looking for the key.

After a while, he found the key in his pocket and opened the door.

Seeing Xie Ning came back, the roommates still did their own things without even giving him a look.

Zhuang Yan glanced at the entire bedroom, his eyes gradually darkening.

In order to avoid Xu Qing's entanglement, he moved out of the dormitory building in his freshman year, but he still knows what a normal male dormitory looks like.

Anyway, it will not be like Xie Ning, everything is distinct from others, coming and going quietly, as if separated from the whole 506.

Zhuang Yan did not enter the house, opened the door, and slowly clenched his hands.

Xie Ning put his things away, Zhuang Yan noticed that there was a lock on his wardrobe, he opened the lock, put all the important things in, and locked the lock again.

"Thank you." Xie Ning raised his coat at him, "I will wash this for you."

Zhuang Yan nodded, took out his mobile phone and said, "Leave a number so that I can contact you when I come to get my jacket."

Xie Ning thought for a while, and felt that he really should leave a number.

He may not be in the dormitory all the time, so it is not good for Zhuang Yankong to run around.

The two quickly exchanged mobile phone numbers.

When saving the contact, Zhuang Yan asked timely: "Your name is...?"

Xie Ning seemed to remember now that he hadn't introduced himself, and quickly said, "My name is Xie Ning."

"Thank you, Anning Ning."

Zhuang Yan was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but teased: "No wonder you like to say thank you so much. So you called this."

Xie Ning: "..." is Xie Ning, not thank you.

"My name is Zhuang Yan." He said, "Xiang Zhuang's sword-dancing village is endless."

Xie Ning nodded and wrote these two words in the name of the contact.

This person is quite literary, he thought, just now he said, what kind of professional is he, oh, director department.

Keep the number, Xie Ning said seriously: "I will contact you when I wash it."

"Yeah." Zhuang Yan's lips curled up slightly, "I'll wait for you to contact me."

"Then I will go first."

He had just walked two steps, and Xie Ning's voice sounded behind him: "Wait."

Zhuang Yan raised his brows slightly and turned to look at Xie Ning, "What's the matter?"

Xie Ning couldn't help biting his lip with his teeth, as if hesitating.

This little action could not escape Zhuang Yan's eyes, but he didn't know what Xie Ning was thinking or why he called him.

With Xie Ning's character, it shouldn't just say goodbye.

Fortunately, Xie Ning didn't hesitate for long, turned around and went back to the bedroom. Not long after, he ran out again.

He held a dark coat in his hand.

It's not Zhuang Yan's one, it should be his own.

"It's cold outside," Xie Ning said. "You can go out in my coat. This one is clean. I just washed it."

Zhuang Yan was a little surprised for a while, and then he felt better.

He took the jacket and said, "Then I will be welcome."

The fingertips of the two inadvertently touched for a moment, as if an electric current flashed by.

Xie Ning took a step back uncomfortably: "There may be a small one."

"It's okay." Zhuang Yan touched his fingertips and smiled deeper, "I will remember to pay you back, so next time you give me my coat."

Xie Ning lowered his head slightly and said, "...good."

The door of 506 closed quickly.

Zhuang Yan put on Xie Ning's coat, and it really got warmer.

He lowered his head and sniffed. The coat was indeed freshly washed, with a clean and refreshing smell.

It's like Shainin feels for him.

A peaceful, a little cute little boy.

He took out his phone and turned to the new contact in the address book.

Shainin.

Zhuang Yan looked at it for a while and couldn't help laughing.

It turns out he is Xie Ning. Fupin Chinese