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  1. Public Bookmark 31

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    Zishu sputters hard enough to cough blood. "You've really - never? What about those nights you spend at the bathhouse, when Gu Xiang describes your latest favourite courtesan? What are you doing then?"

    "She's been doing that? She said she wouldn't," Wen Kexing asks. A pleased smile graces his features for just a miao before it is replaced by an upturned nose. "We read poetry."

    "Poetry," Zishu deadpans.

    "Poetry! What's wrong with that?" he shrugs, and then his voice gets smaller, angling his face away. "Sometimes the lad will wash my back. A pretty face is essential for thorough relaxation."

    "Oh, I bet it is," Zishu retorts. "You could have been relaxing a lot more than that."

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    Zishu decides he's going to have sex with Wen Kexing. He doesn't expect him to be a virgin.

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    17 May 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 41

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    Fate forces two people together by painting the first and the last words they say to each other onto their wrists. One gets the first ones, the other the last.

    Zhou Zishu's wrist has a name.
    Wen Kexing's wrist has nothing.

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  3. Public Bookmark 37

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    This time Wen Kexing wakes with the skin of his ribs still burning, where he’d dreamed of A-Xu tracing each ridge with the edge of Wen Kexing’s fan. It had been a game, Wen Kexing keeping still under A-Xu’s steady hand, hardly breathing so that he could get the lines right. It had made sense, in the dream, as painting practice. The result was beautiful, red flowers blooming out of Wen Kexing’s skin, reaching up towards the sun. A-Xu had plucked one, and kissed the petals, his mouth coming away bloody; Wen Kexing had taken another and put it in A-Xu’s hair.

    A-Xu would probably be willing to repeat the experiment with ink and a brush. That would be its own kind of fun. Wen Kexing isn’t so sure about the knife.

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    17 May 2021

  4. Public Bookmark 49

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    They've gone days without speaking and have talked themselves hoarse in the watery blue light that lends the armory a dreamlike quality. Not quite a tomb. But not a home, either.

    "I want to see the sky," Wen Kexing muttered once, sleepless again, fighting his own restless body like an overtired child in the dark. "I didn't care about it before, but I do now. I've forgotten what the stars look like."

    "You have not," Zhou Zishu told him. "You haven't."

     

     

    The careful practice of being present when joy presents itself to you.

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    16 May 2021

  5. Public Bookmark 18

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    He snaps out of his thoughts, picking up the flute and returning to the room. He silently opens the door and moves towards his robes. As he piles layer after layer on his forearm, he can’t help but let his gaze stray towards Zhou Zishu. He’s breathing deeply now, his exhaustion after surviving another night from the effects of the nails having overtaken him. His left hand is outstretched and lying on Wen Kexing’s bedding.

    or: Wen Kexing's sleepless night and long morning in Four Seasons Manor.

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