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    It had been so easy to imagine, because Wen Kexing has spent a lot of time steeped in his own fantasies: spending his days growing things with his own hands, assembling them into things that would nurture bodies instead of break them. Maybe A-Xiang and her stupid xiao-Cao would join them. Maybe he would be happy forever, here with A-Xu, their hair growing white together. It seemed so simple: all both of them had to do was stay.

    Could one return to paradise, after doing such things? Was it really possible to stay?

    Zhou Zishu seemed to think so. His hands were as bloody as Wen Kexing’s and yet here he was, in his soft rumpled clothes, his soft rumpled hair, lazing around before meals as if it was only his right that they be served to him. This land, where the flowers bloomed in all four seasons, had happily welcomed the cruel leader of Tian Chuang back into itself. This idiot didn’t even know where the key to all his money was, and yet he was still ready to hand it all over to Wen Kexing to do as he liked.

    Wen Kexing watches Zhou Zishu fuss around, and thinks of saying, where I come from, they don’t really call me Philanthropist Wen, you know.

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    The truth is, Wen Kexing doesn’t know what he wants. He feels out of sorts, ungrounded, floating somewhere between the frosty grass beneath his thighs and the icy air above. He can taste the tang of blood on his tongue and doesn’t know if it’s real or imagined.

    Zhou Zishu huffs softly, and struggles to his feet with a quiet grunt. He holds out his hand to Wen Kexing once he’s all the way back on his feet. “Come on then.”

    Zhou Zishu’s hand is ice cold when Wen Kexing takes it. He hoists him up easily, and Wen Kexing lets the momentum pull him in close, a stumbling step; maybe, probably obvious to A-Xu. He’s close enough to taste the wine on his breath.

    A-Xu’s eyes drop to Wen Kexing’s mouth, and then glance back up again, meet his eyes and hold them, softly, like a whisper, a hint of a question.

    Wen Kexing looks down. Sees only A-Xu’s lips. He thinks that maybe he is about to be kissed.

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    It is novel to see the soft bloom of pink rise to Wen Kexing’s cheeks, the way he blinks, stares, and then finally grins.  “Together?”

    Zhou Zishu shrugs, and Wen Kexing’s smile widens.

    “Have I finally succeeded then?  What was it, A-Xu?  You have to tell me.  Was it the wine I brought back from town?  It was the wine, wasn’t it!”

    Zhou Zishu exhales softly, shakes his head, and stares down at the gravel beneath his feet before looking back up at Wen Kexing’s delighted face.  “It wasn’t the wine.  Well possibly—possibly a little the wine.”

    Wen Kexing looks ridiculously well pleased with himself.  “You’ve finally conceded.  Whatever will I do with myself now?”

    “Conceded?”  Zhou Zishu arches a brow and feels a wave of satisfaction the moment he sees a little of the cockiness melt from Wen Kexing’s expression.

    “But you will fill the bath?”  Wen Kexing tests.

    “I’ll tend to the fire.  You can carry the water.”

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    “Lao Wen has beautiful hands,” Zhou Zishu says, the same way he says the sun is bright today, or this river doesn’t run too deep, just another one of Zhou Zishu’s straightforward observations about the world. A-Xu’s observations always have a simple action on their heels: if the sun is bright, they should bask in it; if the river isn’t too deep, they ought to cross it. If Lao Wen’s hands are beautiful —


    Grief, pain, and fingering your impossible lover to sleep.

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    Set after episode 37.

    “You can’t hide anymore, Lao Wen,” Zhou Zishu tells him. Wen Kexing growls, angry and low, and tries to push him off, but Zhou Zishu gathers his wrists above his head, gripping them tight. “You are going to be loved for the rest of eternity. How are you going to deal with that, if you can’t even gracefully accept a youngster’s admiration?”

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