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Lang QianQiu sighed, closing the last box with scotch tape. It has been the longest day in his live, endless hours of him putting all his possessions in boxes, the nostalgia printed in every object that he owned. He felt the unsavory feeling strike him every time he had to look at old photos, clothes and pretty much everything he could put a memory on it. He wasn't saying goodbye to those things, most of them would be used in the near future once the moving was done, just a few saved in a deposit waiting to be sold, borrowed or gifted. However, he was moving from his childhood's house, thus his feelings would be flowing immensely through him. He should have accepted Qi Rong's help, but Lang QianQiu felt that this was a thing to do himself.
He was also putting in boxes all of his deceased parents belongings, the things they loved and the things they hated. They had been death for a decade by now, but the mourning never really ends. Lang QianQiu was, for first time, touching their belongings since they died, thus the hours became longer with every year he shed. All of their things would be kept in a deposit, waiting to be sold, borrowed or gifted as well, which meant a goodbye for him, even if the things weren't really gone. Qi Rong would call him a dumbass for crying, but he would have hugged him tightly every time.
Tomorrow Qi Rong will come early to help him move the boxes to his car and clean the house. The house would be sold soon, so they wanted to have it ready. Lang QianQiu didn't care about how much he will do with the sale, not in need of money since he owned his family's company. Qi Rong had a pretty house, with a beautiful garden and in a good zone, Lang QianQiu will be fine even if he was scammed with the house sale. That wouldn't happen anyway, Qi Rong was picky and smelled sneakiness even if it was layered with the best lies, so Lang QianQiu didn't need to care because Qi Rong had his back any time needed.
Letting himself fall on the old couch that he hated but his mother loved, he checked his phone. Qi Rong had sent him a message.
Rong'ge 💚
If something isn't ready tomorrow I'll beat your ass
6:45 pm
Lang QianQiu smiled. Qi Rong hated getting up early, but tomorrow he will come at 6 am just to help him, so he supposed that Qi Rong wanted it to be as quick as possible to them to be at home early to sleep more. His boyfriend, the lazy brat, loved sleeping, eating and cuddling, just Gu Zi could make him choose to do something instead of those things. Lang QianQiu was the other one who could make that happen, but without the immunity, he will get Qi Rong's brattiness at the process. He knew Qi Rong would just complain loudly, but ultimately help him. He was like that, and Lang QianQiu has learned to understand it.
A'Qiu 💛
Everything is ready. It's just cleaning, moving some things to the deposit and move my things to your house.
I promise it'll be quick.
8:07 pm
After sending the message, he took a picture of all the boxes and sent it to prove his words. It wasn't necessary, but he wanted Qi Rong to see all his hard work. Today was tiring, draining all his forces, but the idea of being near to end this process of moving made it worthy. The image of Qi Rong tomorrow with a sleepy face sweeping the floor for him made Lang QianQiu smile. In general, most images of Qi Rong made him smile.
Rong'ge 💚
Congratulations A'Qiu (๑¯◡¯๑)
However, if tomorrow ain't a quick thing, I'll beat your ass
8:10 pm
A'Qiu 💛
You won't, but I'll try to be as fast as possible tomorrow just because I love you
8:11 pm
Rong'ge 💚
(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
8:12 pm
A'Qiu 💛
( ˘ ³˘)♥
8:12 pm
Rong'ge 💚
Asshole
Go to sleep, it's late
8:13 pm
A'Qiu 💛
It's 8 pm
8:14 pm
Rong'ge 💚
And you're not tired from doing shit all day???
8:15 pm
A'Qiu 💛
Mm
Good point
Sleep well then. See you tomorrow
8:16 pm
Rong'ge 💚
See ya ~
8:16 pm
With a smile, Lang QianQiu closed WeChat and let his phone fall on the couch. The nostalgia was still there, rubbing his heart at every look he gave to the house, but know it felt a little less. Tomorrow Qi Rong will come, with his sleepy face, and they will finish this process. Tomorrow he will leave this house permanently to live in Qi Rong's house. Tomorrow Qi Rong will sleep at his side, knowing that it will be like that next day and days after that. Tomorrow he will move on.
The hope and the nostalgia were now both rubbing his heart. It felt weird, unsavory and good at the same time. It was better than how he felt a decade ago when his parents died in an accident. It was better than before meeting Qi Rong, when he was so lonely. It was better, even if the unsavory part will never leave, it was better. Maybe tomorrow it will be even better, maybe not. It didn't matter, Qi Rong would be there and the days after tomorrow Qi Rong will be still there as well as Gu Zi. The nostalgia will be there, but the loneliness will never come back and the hope will make him feel better.
He didn't need more. He will sleep good tonight, hoping for tomorrow.