[WenZhou] [Word of honor] Back to Mirrored Lake

Farewell Mirrored Lake

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The spring sun was shining high in the sky, while Wen Kexing and Zhang Chengling, finished carving the wooden headstones of the Zhang family. They had spent days carefully working on each one. Among the ruins, Chengling managed to find some of his family's belongings. A jade comb, which belonged to his mother, was practically intact. In the place where his father and brothers' study room used to be, he found small objects and pieces of books in good condition.

Chengling was moved to tears as he touched every artefact that had once been in the hands of his loved ones. He could not help but drop a few timid tears whenever one of his masters, who had helped him incessantly, showed some item for him. That was the most painful part for the three of them. Chengling's pain was something that Zhou Zishu and Wen Kexing knew well. They had lived in deep grief and were still living. Both had reached a certain age and had learned to deal with these feelings better through the years. The filial disciple had just turned only 15. He would still live his grief for many years to come.

Zhou Zishu is not good at handmade works, so he just watched them and drinking their wine enjoying the sun. He looked at Wen Kexing's beautiful hands handling with his tools on the bare wood. His long thin fingers glided smoothly, transforming those rough and shapeless pieces into beautiful and well cared masterpieces. For a moment he realized some similarity in this situation. Lao Wen had also transformed him through his skillful hands and his irresistible love.

As all lovers, Lord Zhou's urgency was no different. And not every hour of the day seemed enough to be with Wen Kexing. Even though he was by his side most of the time, the urge to be in his arms, to kiss him, to caress him and to give himself up never passed. Even he did not recognize himself. He felt feverish most of the time. All it took was one look, word, or movement from Lao Wen for his body to tremble.

Wen Kexing had been immersed and dedicated, working hard for several days. Zhou Zishu loved him even more because of his dedication, if that was possible, staring him deeply in the few moments when Lao Wen was silent. He carefully observed every detail. His long hair that flowed wildly falling through his imposing shoulders. The deep, expressive black eyes, which impressed him by their intense color. It is possible to see them sparkle for beautiful things and when they look at him with love. The delicate face, but with strong features. The sweet and fierce reddish lips that drove him crazy. The beautiful body hidden by her robes, that although he was not touching him at that moment, his skin kept the memory of his warmth. He remembered, far away in his thoughts, many moments they had lived in such a short time together, but that still seemed like a lifetime, because of the intensity and deep intimacy they enjoyed.

Without lifting his eyes from what he was doing, Lao Wen, realizing that he was being watched very closely, said with a serious expression, "Does my husband like what he sees?"

Zhou Zishu, coming out of his almost trance, a little embarrassed, sat up properly and, blushing at Chengling's presence, replied, disguising himself: "Are you talking about of the sculpture? Yes, it is very beautiful. Master Wen really has great skill with his hands. I can't say the same for this humble one."

Wen Kexing raised his eyes toward him and said, "My A-Xu is not only skilled with his hands, but also with other parts of his body. In fact, his skills are impressive enough to accomplish great things." He sighed as if remembering something and goosebumps ran through his body.