After helping Kang Lai and his lover reunite in the grave, due to Li Yaqing’s begging, Ke Xun accompanied her to visit Li Yaqing and Zhao Youyi’s ho. By the ti these were all completed, it was already a week later. Once Ke Xun returned to his ho in Z City, he slept for an entire day.
After waking up, he started cleaning.
Yes, life had to go on, right?
His empty house wasn’t difficult to clean up. The large pieces of furniture consisted of only a bed, a dining table, a computer desk, and a set of lazy couches. The wardrobe was wall-mounted. After wiping the cabinet doors, the tables, the glass windows, and the doors, he dragged a rag over the floors in all the rooms. Afterward, he removed the curtains and sofa covers and threw them into the washing machine.
Then, he went to the supermarket, bought various items, and went back ho to cook.
Sweet and sour short ribs, black pepper at, kung pao shrimps, eight-treasure tofu, fresh bamboo shoots with butter, peaches in soy sauce, and a soup.
After setting up a table full of dishes, he sent Wei Dong a Wechat ssage, “Co out and eat.”
“Fuck.” Wei Dong responded quickly. “You should have told half an hour ago, and I’ll be sitting at your table right now! But now I’m at my grandma’s place, and the food’s already on the table. It won’t look good if I leave. I’ll eat with you tomorrow. You can prepare a al fit for royalties for .”
Ke Xun put down the phone, feeling confused. Before cooking, he should have sent a ssage to Wei Dong. Everything was ready now. Even if Wei Dong could co over, by the ti he got here, the food would be cold.
Scratching his head, he filled a bowl full of rice and sat down at the table.
Clean white tabletops, clean white bowls and dishes, clean white hot als, and empty clean white rooms.
Ke Xun served himself so vegetables. There were six different dishes and one soup, creating an array of red, green and yellow. The intense colors in so plates made the clean white all the more apparent.
After eating, he tidied up and played on his phone on the sofa.
His last Weibo post was published before he’d entered the last painting. Behind the work-related post Wei Dong had shared was a photo of the Square Box Art Gallery and a single sentence: I’m going in. Good bye.
Fortunately, this sentence didn’t beco the last ssage of his life. The tiline of his Weibo could continue to extend…for a while longer.
Ke Xun called up the cara, snapped a photo of the sunlight on the clean wooden floor, and uploaded it to Weibo.
Corgi is a stray dog: The world is stable, and the years are peaceful.[smile]
Very soon after it was sent, it garnered more than a dozen comnts.
At first, Ke Xun thought that he’d read it wrong. Usually his post would only result in one or two replies from friends he knew in reality. Aside from this, most of his posts had 0 comnts, just like all the posts made by transparent, ordinary people on the internet.
When he clicked on it, he saw that the first comnt ca from “Defending_masses.”
Defending_Masses: It’s already 8012. Your ancient chicken soup has already gotten stale, right?
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The next one was from a gym buddy.
Exercising makes abnormal: Brother, since you have ti to hide at ho and talk nonsense, co and take a look at this place.
Next were comnts from people he didn’t know.
Piapiapia: Oh my god, the little brother updated his blog. Requesting a picture.
Did the idol marry today: Since you’re fine, then the day is full of sunshine.[Dog head]
A Mouthful of Tenderness: Little brother, you’re so handso. Requesting a mutual follow~
Too handso to close his legs: Handso, where’s your boyfriend? [Smiling quietly]
Everyone I follow is handso: From the angle and the height of the photo, the person taking the picture should be lying in bed or on the sofa, and judging from the brightness of the sunlight on the floor, the person taking the picture should be in a very good mood. The combination of the smoothness of the floor and the angle of the sunlight echoed the photographer’s state of laziness, satisfaction, happiness, and contentnt. Therefore, we know that the poster and his boyfriend are resting mid-way. [Dog head]
The next reply:
They both barked: Puf–very talented!
It’s a pear: A godly reply [Chinese praise]
Crossing the ocean to you: Hahahahaha, resting mid-way, huh?
Classmate Tian: After a 90 minutes battle, the final score is 1 and 0. [smile]
…
Ke Xun: “…”
Where did these people co from?
How did they know whether he was male or gay?
How did they know he was handso?…
Ke Xun clicked on the Weibo of a person called “A Mouthful of Tenderness.” Judging from the tone and content of this person’s ssage, she should know what he looked like.
Ke Xun had never posted a picture of himself on the Internet before, so perhaps this person knew him in real life?
Looking at this person’s Weibo, he speculated that she ought to be a girl and a fujoshi. Eight of the ten Weibo posts on her page were very enthusiastically sprouting male CPs of various dinsions.
Until he turned to her Weibo a week ago.
These articles were all forwards, and the original posts were all from the sa person whose ID was called “The sun lusts after the vapours of dust”:
—“Online graphic livestream: This poster t a very handso little brother on the main road. Getting ready to summon the courage to go up and give it a go. Hope this poster will have good luck. Please wait for my followup!”
—“Mom, the little brother is so nice, he agreed to take a photo with this poster! I’ll post the picture later! Wait for !”
—“Ahhhhhhh! He is so tall! A visual inspection determines that he’s close to 1.9 ters! His figure is perfect! Below his neck are all legs! The little brother looks more handso at close range! His skin is super good! His eyes are very beautiful, especially when he smiles, full of sunshine and warmth but with a little bit of wickedness~Ahhh, this old man’s girlish heart~~~”
—“Oh god! Oh god! I can’t breathe. Guess what the little brother said!!! He said! He! Has! A! Boy! Friend!!!! Ahhh, so cute! So handso! Only a man is worthy of this little brother!”
—“The little brother is going into the art gallery, and so this poster and her friends have decided to quietly follow…Anyway, we’re idle so why not watch the handso guys have a date and fall in love. Forgot to ntion that the little brother’s boyfriend also entered the art gallery too. Just looking at his back, we can tell that he’s also very handso~”
—“Here’s the little brother’s photo~Isn’t he handso? This poster has already made so progress with friends. If there are any [interesting] photos in the future, this poster will put it up. Wait for my good news!”
Below this Weibo post was a photo of him. The background behind him was the door of the Square Box Art Gallery. He and a girl were standing in front of the door. The girl looked happy and lovely.
The blogger “The sun lusts after the vapours of dust” was Zhang Hanrui.
Ke Xun’s gaze lingered for a long ti on her last Weibo post.
After the “Wait for my good news,” there were no more updates.
Zhang Hanrui had more than 20,000 fans and was a certified beauty blogger on Weibo. The beauty blogger was probably self-styled, and the 20,000 might as well be ten thousands. Only a few hundred fans were responsive. Most of these people might just be paying attention due to her face, and so of them, like her, were probably fujoshis.
Obviously, “A mouthful of tenderness” was like this. She reposted a few Weibo posts and left comnts with great interest.
Ke Xun clicked on Zhang Hanrui’s Weibo. The number of comnts on her Weibo ranged from 80 to 90, with so climbing to 100. On the post with the picture of Ke Xun, there were more than 1000 comnts, and the number of forwards were 1023.
Ke Xun looked at the comnts on this Weibo post. Most of the comnts praised him for being handso, full of the wolf howls of fujoshis. The most liked comnt was made by “Beautiful n Locator.”
“The little brother’s ID: Corgi is a stray dog. Take it, and don’t ntion it.”
There were hundreds of replies below this comnt, such as “Thank you” and “May good people live peaceful lives.”
Ke Xun let out a “Fuck” and clicked back to his own Weibo. The notification page showed that there were more than 400 comnts, and the number of new fans had reached 3,000 and still climbing.
After switching back to his personal hopage, he saw that there were now dozens or even hundreds of comnts on his previous posts, either praising him for being handso or asking him to post a picture of himself…
“Fuck, fuck.” Ke Xun stared at the screen of the phone in his hand.
What kind of disaster was this…How did that “Beautiful n Locator” know his ID?
Ke Xun clicked on this person’s hopage. It was full of images of handso guys, beautiful n, and ambiguous images of two-dinsional characters. Ke Xun privately sent a ssage to this person: This expert, can I ask how you found my ID?
“Beautiful n Locator” quickly responded back: Ahhhh! Handso guy!!! How do you know ?! Ahhhh! The handso guy talked to !!! I’m so happy, my head’s going to fall off!!!
Corgi is a stray dog:…Hold your head and answer my question first!
Beautiful n Locator: Coincidence, coincidence, no, it was luck! I was very lucky. I saw that the background of the photo was Square Box Art Gallery, and so I searched for the city where the art gallery was located. When I clicked on the city’s Weibo page, and clicked on the na of the city, I saw that the city has a local official blog with posts from the locals themselves!
Corgi is a stray dog: Wait…I’m not a local. I just happened to be there that day.
Beautiful n Locator: But didn’t you also post to Weibo that day? You took a photo of the Square Box Art Gallery and tagged the location. Handso guy, you are so cute. Hahaha, so cute~
Corgi is a stray dog:…
Corgi is a stray dog: Goodbye.
Beautiful n Locator: Don’t go, handso guy! I love you. I’m your face fan! Begging for milk and sugar.
Corgi is a stray dog: You’ve been blacklisted and will never see again.
Beautiful n Locator: Don’t~~~~Tell your boyfriend’s Weibo ID! Are you the gong or the shou?
Ke Xun ignored her. This person was probably a rotten idiot (female). Normal people wouldn’t dive so deeply into other people’s information just based on a single photo!
As he thought so, he flicked his hand and cautiously opened up his own Weibo again. Sure enough, under so of his posts were ssages from “Beautiful n Locator”…
Ke Xun: “…”
He didn’t know if this was the after effects of having spent too much ti in the paintings, but this real-world painting style was making him a little uncomfortable.
He clicked on the post with the picture of the Square Box Art Gallery, and not surprisingly, saw a few ssages from “Beautiful n Locator”: Handso guy, are you in the art industry? I found that you often hang out in art galleries in various cities?
A picture was attached to the comnt.
It was a digital map with the word “art gallery” entered into the search bar. On the screen of the map were dense red marks representing the position of the galleries. Each red marks had blue lines that pointed to screenshots of various museums: the Eternal River Art Gallery, the Rhino Elephant Art Gallery, the Big Nose Art Gallery, the Great T Art Gallery, and the Square Box Art Gallery.
Except for the first ti, when he went to the Starry Sky Art Gallery, Ke Xun would take a picture of the gallery’s front door and post it on Weibo before entering a painting.
Maybe it was to leave one last mark on the world, or maybe it was to leave clues about the painting world that people didn’t know about. Even if they couldn’t decipher it, who knew whether there would be future geniuses who could crack the paintings and save the later generations?
As a result, the savior he’d waited for hadn’t co. Instead, what ca was an idiotic fujoshi who dug into his information to this extent.
Speechless, Ke Xun stared at this screenshot for a long ti.
He was about to close the picture and quit Weibo when he made a sudden discovery that may or may not be a coincidence—
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