The Remaining Warmth Of Fog Harbor Chapter 23

Wugang Nuanju

In the morning in the penthouse apartment, I am always gently awakened by the river breeze and morning light in Fog Harbor.Lu Wanheng was used to opening her eyes at six o’clock on time. The person in her arms was still curled up on the pillow, her hair was rubbing against the hollow of her neck, her breathing was even and long, and her fingertips were gently holding the corners of her pajamas, like a kitten craving for warmth.She carefully pulled out the arms that were pillowed under her head, leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on the top of Shen Zhiyi’s hair. Her movements were so gentle that she was afraid of disturbing the peace.

After losing his cool and hard-edged elite appearance in the workplace, Lu Wanheng became a little more smoky at home. He put on light gray home clothes and walked into the open kitchen with ease.There is still a layer of mist floating on the river outside the tempered glass window. The morning light penetrates the clouds and dyes the water vapor into a soft golden orange color. The soft sound of pots and pans clashing becomes the gentlest background sound in the early morning.She turned on the built-in coffee machine, and the ground coffee beans exuded a mellow aroma. She mixed it with warm oat milk according to Shen Zhiyi’s taste, mixed a cup of latte with just the right amount of sweetness, and then made herself a cup of sugar-free cold brew. It was a tacit understanding of taste unique to the two of them.

The pan was sizzling, the butter melted into amber, and the egg liquid spread into a round egg cake. Lu Wanheng flipped the frying pan skillfully and neatly, and carefully rolled the egg cake into a bright yellow roll, cut off the corners and placed it on a white porcelain plate.In the steamer next to it, corn and purple sweet potatoes were steaming, and the sweet aroma filled the entire kitchen area. She also specially baked whole-wheat toast, spread it with Shen Zhiyi’s favorite raspberry jam, and placed a few bright red strawberries and blueberries on it, decorating the breakfast plate like an exquisite painting.

All the meals were placed on the island table. She walked to the balcony studio and opened a glass door. The night light that was left on at night was still shining with warm light. There were unfinished illustrations spread out on the easel. The colors in the paint tray had not yet dried up. Shen Zhiyi was lying on the painting table and fell asleep. Her cheek was pressed against the drawing paper, her eyelashes cast a light shadow, there was still a little light blue watercolor mark on the tip of her nose, and she still held a thin brush loosely in her hand.

Apparently he stayed up all night again for the new painting that is the finale of the exhibition.

Lu Wanheng felt a slight pain in his heart, and he was full of love. He took off his home coat, gently put it on Shen Zhiyi’s shoulders, and bent down to pick him up.The person in her arms gave a soft cry and nuzzled into the warm embrace. Without opening her eyes, she hugged her neck accurately. The look of dependence made Lu Wanheng’s heartbeat soften into a puddle.She walked slowly back to the bedroom, placed Shen Zhiyi on the soft mattress, covered her with a silk quilt, and gently wiped away the paint marks on the tip of her nose and fingertips with a warm towel, her movements as gentle as if she were caring for a rare treasure.

“Go to sleep for a while, I’ll call you when breakfast is ready.” She whispered into Shen Zhiyi’s ear, and when she received a vague “hmm”, she turned back to the kitchen, warmed the breakfast in the thermos, carried the coffee to the balcony, sat on the exclusive lazy sofa, and looked at the new work on the easel.

On the painting paper is a carriage on a rainy night in Fog Harbor. Two snuggling figures are wrapped in warm light. The rain and mist outside the window are intertwined with the starlight. The brushwork is gentle and delicate, hiding the time when the fog is hard to dissipate between the two of them, as well as the love that breaks through the fog.Lu Wanheng’s fingertips gently touched the drawing paper, and the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed. This girl who expressed her thoughts with a brush not only brought the fog and light of Fog Harbor to life, but also warmed her heart that had been frozen for ten years.

When Shen Zhiyi woke up again, it was already eight o’clock in the morning. The sun was shining on her through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the bedroom, making her feel lazy and warm.She rubbed her eyes and sat up, with the sweet aroma of breakfast and the mellow coffee lingering on her nose. She put on Lu Wanheng’s large T-shirt and walked out of the bedroom barefoot. She saw Lu Wanheng leaning on the balcony door frame, holding coffee in his hand, and his eyes fell on her tenderly.

“Are you awake? Breakfast is warm. Let’s go wash up first.” Lu Wanheng stepped forward, took her hand, and led her into the bathroom. The toothbrushes in the couple’s mouthwash cups had already been squeezed with toothpaste, and there was warm face wash on the sink. Even the skin care steps were carefully arranged.

Sitting in front of the kitchen island, looking at the exquisitely arranged breakfast, Shen Zhiyi put his arms around Lu Wanheng’s waist, raised his head and pressed a kiss on the corner of her lips: “Mr. Lu is so virtuous. I can eat breakfast cooked by you every day. I am so happy.”

“It’s Ms. Lu.” Lu Wanheng corrected with a smile, pinched her cheek, and handed the egg roll to her hand, “Eat quickly, or the final draft of the exhibition will be postponed until tomorrow.”

When she mentioned the painting, Shen Zhiyi remembered that she fell asleep lying on the painting desk, and stuck out her tongue: “I originally wanted to finish the painting before dawn, but I fell asleep while painting. Fortunately, you took me back.”

“Don’t stay up so late in the future. You have to take your time when painting. I don’t want you to be tired.” Lu Wanheng’s tone was a little reproachful, but his eyes were full of distress. “I will accompany you to perfect it in the afternoon. I will mix the paint for you, and you will be responsible for writing, okay?”

Shen Zhiyi nodded vigorously, with the egg roll stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, like a satisfied little hamster, so sweet that Lu Wanheng’s heart softened.

After breakfast, Lu Wanheng was handling investment banking work in the living room. The sound of typing on the keyboard was regular and brisk, while Shen Zhiyi was nestled in the balcony studio, laying out the drawing paper again. The pen tip rustled on the paper, and the colors were blended layer by layer, integrating the tenderness of the rainy night, the sincerity of confession, and the sweetness of living together into this new finale work.The river breeze passes through the fully opened glass windows, bringing with it the fragrance of water vapor and grass. The freshness of turpentine and the richness of coffee intertwine, creating the most comfortable creative atmosphere.

After Lu Wanheng finished his work, he walked to the balcony with the cut fruit, sat on the lazy sofa, and stayed with her quietly. Occasionally he handed her a piece of mango, occasionally he helped clean the brush, and occasionally he just looked at the side of her face while she was writing, with his gentle eyes.When Shen Zhiyi got tired of painting, he turned around and threw himself into her arms, nuzzling her neck and acting coquettishly. Lu Wanheng lowered his head and kissed the juice marks on the corners of her lips. One kiss filled the room with tenderness.

As night falls, the lights of Fog Harbor cover the river, and the professional studio lights on the balcony light up with warm light. Shen Zhiyi is still working at his desk, and the details of the final draft are gradually perfected. The double seals in the corner of the painting are ready, just waiting for the final stroke to be finalized.Lu Wanheng didn’t urge her. He just made warm longan and red date tea and put it on the small table at her hand. He also wrapped a blanket around her and settled on the sofa to handle the rest of the work, staying up late with her.

The clock struck midnight, and Shen Zhiyi finally put down the last stroke. He breathed a long sigh of relief, raised the drawing paper and looked at the light, with a sense of accomplishment in his eyes.Lu Wanheng immediately stepped forward, hugged her from behind, and rested his chin on her shoulder: “Done? My little painter is awesome.”

“Well! This is a commemoration of our cohabitation and the finale of the exhibition. It’s called “The Fog Scattered Light”.” Shen Zhiyi picked up the exclusive seal, dipped it in ink pad, and solemnly stamped the words “Zhiyi & Wanheng” on the corner of the painting. The red mark blended with the color and became the most precious signature.

Lu Wanheng turned around, picked her up, and walked to the bedroom. The warm yellow light chased the two of them. The studio lights on the balcony slowly turned off, and the “Fog Scattered Light” on the easel shimmered in the night.”You can rest now, my little painter.” Lu Wanheng put her on the bed, leaned over and kissed her lips, kissing away the fatigue of staying up late, and kissing her full of love. “From now on, I will stay with you when you stay up late, but you are not allowed to fall asleep on the painting table by yourself again, okay?”

Shen Zhiyi hugged her neck and kissed her back, her voice soft and well-behaved: “I will listen to you, Ms. Lu will be with you from now on.”

The lights of the foggy harbor outside the window are bright, and the river is sparkling. In the penthouse apartment, there are no workplace disputes, no past emotional wounds, and no barriers of thick fog. There is only the lover by the side, the paintbrush by the side, three meals and four seasons, day and night together.Lu Wanheng used his early morning breakfast, full of fireworks and tenderness; Shen Zhiyi used his late night brush to paint a lasting love. The wind and light of Wugang have become the most touching footnotes of this sweet daily life together.

Banxia novel, a lot of fun