Accelerated Escape on the Moon River

The next morning Qu Chaoyuan rarely stayed in bed, he only felt a pair of warm lips carefully kissing his face in a daze, someone hugged him, whispered a few words, and then left.

This series of actions made Qu Chaoyuan fall into the third state between sleep and waking. He felt like falling into the clouds, and felt the clouds of love that he had never had before in the kisses and hugs like cartoons and fairy tales.Qu Chaoyuan was clearly an adult man who could wake up with a slight sound, but he turned into a crumpled pink child in a light kiss, and fell into a deeper sleep.

When he fully woke up, there was nothing around him, and Quan Tang set off for the festival.

The breakfast prepared for him by the students was heating up in the kitchen.

Quan Tang sent him a message, reporting that he had arrived at his destination, followed by a photo.

There are seven or eight faces of smiling young people, three girls, and a man with dark complexion and deep eyebrows, who is probably the eldest brother in the plateau area that Quan Tang mentioned.

They are so youthful and beautiful, with the same vigor, like the moments portrayed by the six horses of Zhaoling Mausoleum, like a majestic long summer poem.

Qu Chaoyuan looked at Quan Tang's face again and again, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

On the morning of the second day when he returned to this land of work and life, and slept with Quan Tang in his arms, he felt a sense of disappointment that he shouldn't have appeared at this time.

He sighed deeply and went to work in the study.

In the afternoon, a batch of German original books ordered by him will be delivered. Qu Chaoyuan still has the core of an article to be released.He promised Huang Luo to help him with a case, but he hasn't started work yet. Huang Luo called last time to say that he had a dinner appointment next week, but he hasn't replied yet.

Graduate students are also looking for him, people at the work base are also looking for him, and he, Qu Chaoyuan, cannot be separated for a moment.

The teaching plan for the next semester has been sent to his mobile phone. The criminal moot court with students and the data model group are recruiting. The reading groups he leads are also lively, and the researchers are writing manuscripts and reading books. .

He never felt that this kind of life was boring and sloppy, and he always thought that this kind of life was full and upward.Perhaps the indulgence he had learned from Quan Tang paralyzed his brain.

Putting on a knitted sweater, Qu Chaoyuan walked into his plan in the air-conditioned study.

After a busy morning, Qu Chaoyuan stopped on time as usual. His body abides by the time limit of mental exhaustion and always stops at this time.He casually took a collection of poems at hand to read.

This collection of poems is not his, it is Quan Tang who has come and packed his spring, summer, autumn and winter with him.

His little whirlwind ran around Qu Chaoyuan's house.

Last time Qu Chaoyuan saw Quan Tang running into his study.The student's long, thin white legs were stretched out on the table, and he could only see ten red toes from outside the door.

Quan Tang stretched his arms, two lotus poles, with his wrists facing each other, shaking from side to side, holding his heart and binding his wrists.

Qu Chaoyuan came in, only to find his usual perfume on the table.

His students are now in the same taste as him.

Share a deodorant.

Lazily and carelessly, Quan Tang released innocent passion, kissing Qu Chaoyuan in the soft chair.

He turned over and rode on the teacher's lap, mastering the whole exchange of love on his own initiative, holding Qu Chaoyuan's shoulders and shaking slowly, twisting his waist and hips extremely joyously.

He closed his eyes slightly, his eyelashes fluttered, and licked his dry lips from time to time.That young and plump face was covered with interlacing of light and shadow, and the expression had a kind of artificial and bold maturity.

Obviously all the bad experiences were brought by Qu Chaoyuan, but the performance of wanton enjoyment and chasing love is several generations ahead of Qu Chaoyuan.

When he reached the apex, his expression was beautiful as if he was dying, and he perfected himself in self-pity, his neck was thrown back into a fragile arc.Qu Chaoyuan finally couldn't bear to press him on the table.

The professor, who had too many associations in order to relax his body and mind, sighed his second breath today, and turned to the side of Quan Tang's bookmark, and there was a line printed on that side: "You get rid of your youthful boyishness and respond to me, I will set off a fire The Chocolate Revolution pays you back.”

Qu Chaoyuan never read Xieye Akiko's poems.

However, Quan Tang liked it very much.He also likes Tanizaki Junichiro, who is willing to be Mei's servant.

Unknowingly, Qu Chaoyuan's iron-like physical will lost its effect. He exceeded the rest time limit set by himself and carefully read the entire collection of poems.

The teacher rested his chin and thought for a while, then checked Quan Tang's news on his phone.

The young man has already sent him more than a hundred messages. He ate sweet and spicy fried chicken and scallion noodles for lunch. The homestay is spacious and clean, the ceiling is green and blue, and there is a small private theater.

This is Quan Tang's favorite.

Qu Chaoyuan didn't reply to his message, but suddenly imagined in his mind whether the space in his room is enough to install a private cinema.

Qu Chaoyuan resisted the urge to curse himself.

absurd!

Big and small people!Still distracted while studying and working!

Qu Chaoyuan struggled and wavered in his heart, constantly having new ideas and unrealistic ideas to occupy the high ground, and then he was wiped out, and then reborn again when the spring breeze blows, and the cycle repeats.

The spring breeze is the breath breathed out between the red lips of the student. It repeats itself. It is the desire/desire he did not dispel last night. The clothes stained with bodily fluids are all thrown into the laundry basket in the bathroom. This kid is too lazy to be honest. .

how he was last night...

The teacher was so angry that he rubbed his face, kicked the baffle of the desk, got up and went to eat ice cream, trying to calm down his mind.

Qu Chaoyuan in this room was trembling with anger, while Quan Tang in that room was blissfully blissful.

"Hey, Quan Tang, what's going on. It's all about sweets."

She talked about Beijing movies.

Quan Tang blushed.

"Why! No!"

"If you want to watch a movie that isn't sweet, wait until the weekend!"

His hands are colorful, and the films he chooses with bliss are cartoons and love stories.

They are now in the process of getting ready for the group viewing.

This cynical kid suddenly changed his sex, and twisted all the rebellious bones in his body into the shape of a heart.

Only Quan Tang and the girl were in the small living room of the B&B. The others were still packing up and would come back later.

In the morning, I went out to play a few major scenic spots. I was tired from playing and came back to watch a movie. Quan Tang led the selection of movies.

The result is a film that is all sweet, with occasional twists and turns but never torture.

"It's the weekend, what are you watching on the weekend?" The girl looked at him with her hands on the sofa.

Quan Tang didn't lift his head, the roots of his ears and scalp were red.

"Go and look in my bag by yourself, and I took out all the tickets."

Before Quan Tang bought two movies from the archives, one on Saturday and one on Sunday.

The Futurology Conference was a solo session, and on the other day there were two sessions of hugs of migratory birds and snakes.

The group of them went together.

If everyone is together, he is willing to watch those difficult and obscure films, but if he is alone, he has to think about it.

It takes time for Quan Tang to understand a movie. He may have developed an intuition that goes straight to the core of the story during the long years of watching movies, but it still takes him a lot of time to supplement the culture behind it in order to prove and dig out.

If it's a group of people, if he doesn't understand something, just ask him directly, no matter if he is mentally handicapped or not, someone will always solve it for him.

Otherwise, what is the purpose of their gathering here every year.

Every year they disperse and travel across the country, passing letters to each other and earning money for the annual reunion.

It's fine to use parents' money when time is tight in high school, and the university's expenses for this activity should not be deducted from home.

Although I don't get much, fortunately, I can spend freely.

This time, the homestay, scenic spot tickets, bus tickets, and movie tickets are all distributed equally among them.

The girl wanted to tease him.

"I don't dare to dig through your bag, just in case, I'm not sure, maybe I'll find something nasty. It's not disgusting."

Quan Tang gave her a hard look: "Is it annoying?"

The girl smiled generously and heroically, and sometimes she looked more like a man in the traditional sense than Quan Tang: "Little nun, little nun, I am so angry from embarrassment."

In the end, they still watched the worst and most beautiful love movie.

In the evening, while Qu Chaoyuan was reading the literature, this group of children with huge appetites finished eating three roast ducks and were planning to go to the river by car.

The roast duck was proposed by Quan Tang. This city is famous for its various ducks, and everyone must eat some.

After conveying his message to the teacher with pictures and texts, Quan Tang sat side by side with his elder brother's arm wrapped around him intimately.

On his elder brother's arm was a vajra with angry eyes.

Quan Tang's character is born with a girly air. He likes to communicate with body and eyes, and his expression of emotion is often different from the bluntness of men.

He likes to hold other people's arms, his body is close to each other, and his expression can be seen when he turns his head, no matter how strange this action looks.

The evening wind blew them, and they didn't speak.

The double-decker bus of the tourist line travels through the fog far away, as if you are on the bottom of the sea.

The sun had already set, and the western hills were rubbed red like fish scales, and the clouds and rivers were gradually blurred, and pale white star grains appeared on the top.

This moment becomes distant because of the peace of mind and the sweetness of tuberose.

The eldest brother sat beside him, propped his face sideways, and chatted with Quan Tang one after another.

"Why did you change your hairstyle? Do you want to chase someone?"

Quan Tang nodded shyly and sweetly.

"Meet someone I really like."

On the elder brother's wrist is a string of lacquered gold bracelets.

"Is it okay to study and live? Last time we met, you said that you hated this major and failed several courses. Didn't you make up the exam this summer?"

Quan Tang quickly replied: "No! I've been fine recently!"

He didn't even often show his mother and other elders the expression of wishing to praise and prove himself, but now he introduces noisily that he has won another little red flower.

"I had a great time studying law this semester! I did well in the three procedural law exams!"

Quan Tang used to think about what he would do in the future, but he didn't know, it was always romantic or something that hit the nail on the head, but his grandfather asked him to study the Fa.

After his father left, no one in the family could hold back this old man who had ruled the wind and rain for half his life.But Quan Tang didn't want to obey him easily, and continued to study film secretly while learning the Fa.

He has a keen and terrifying legal intuition for law, and it is with this ingenuity that he can maintain low-altitude flying results with ultra-low attendance rates in large and small film events.

But Quan Tang never thought that he would be bound by the law in the future.

He has always disliked any letter of the law that binds others.

"I plan to study the Fa seriously in the future!" Quan Tang raised one arm high and announced loudly on the double-decker bus late at night.

His hair seems to be held by static electricity, curling and fluctuating, because of the street lights outside, each hair is colorful.His eyes are bright and affectionate, spiritual and bright.

"Hey! That's not what you said before!"

A crisp female voice sounded from the front row.

The girl laughed at him: "Didn't you have to take the inter-professional postgraduate entrance examination before?"

Quan Tang's smile was pulled greatly by the wind: "I have found something I want to love and fight for! I love studying the Fa!"

"What a little nun, the heart changes really fast."

Half of the children in their group are majors in foreign languages, and the remaining half are related to literature and art.Quan Tang also said before that he was going to go to a media school, far away from the law.

"Fart!" Quan Tang was confident and confident, and his Qiyun Dantian uttered a deafening voice: "I love criminal proceedings!"

The girl laughed for a while, then raised an arm at him and said, "Carpediem!! Silly Quan!"

The eldest brother shook his head helplessly, thinking they were noisy, so he hung up the earphones.

Quan Tang got up and walked back, the quietest boy among their partners sat in the last row, wearing big glasses.

Every team seems to need such a poet.

The light above the head flickered and dangled, like some evening snow.

The sound of the wind at the rear of the carriage became quieter, and there happened to be a lamp above the boy's head, covering him from head to toe in a white halo, covering him with a clean veil.

Quan Tang sat beside him, the boy was reading a book with a yellow cover.

He raised his head and smiled at Quan Tang, then continued to read with his head down.

Quan Tang came out of nowhere, especially thinking of Qu Chaoyuan, he took out his phone, and the screen saver was Qu Chaoyuan's sleeping face.

How can someone have such a beautiful sleeping face, as if they are taking a group of artistic photos, so beautiful that they can put on makeup.Quan Tang himself has a filter for Qu Chaoyuan in his eyes. From this point of view, the lighting and composition of the photos are all at the master level, as if he was racking his brains at that moment to shoot a dream of Paris.

Qu Chaoyuan's face will be more tender than when he is awake. When he sleeps peacefully, his brows and eyes are smiling, and his eyelashes are like two arc wings. His face is neither swollen nor oily, and it is full of wild rice.

To him, Qu Chaoyuan was cigarettes and chocolates on the front line during the war years. Quan Tang took these comforts of life to transform from a manic boy into a man of indomitable spirit.

Quan Tang gazed affectionately at the faces on the screen.

The boy reading glanced at him and then at him again.

The buddies in the front row were singing in low voices.Anyway, this midnight bus is usually empty, and they won't disturb others.Even if they disturb others, these interested guys will just walk away with a cheeky smile.

The changing light spots outside the car become longer and shorter, jumping on the Moon River.

What are they singing, wah wah wah, no one can keep up with each other, stepping on each other's notes.

Not drinking is like drinking too much.

"What are you reading?" Quan Tang leaned over to read his book.

The yellow cover was flipped over, and on it was "Addiction 500 Years: A History of Tobacco, Alcohol, Coffee, and Opium."

"I see that you are addicted now, and the addiction is quite strong." Big Glasses said suddenly.

Quan Tang chuckled.

Such a silly smile with insufficient IQ rarely appeared on his face.

"May I ask, what kind of person is he/she?"

Quan Tang thought for a while, staring at the roof of the car.

"He's like Mommy Moomin. And a little bit like Moomin. Sometimes like Slich."

The big glasses nodded thoughtfully: "That should be a very good person."

Quan Tang curled his lips proudly.

Gradually, the sound of water rolled into the car window accompanied by the wind, and they reached the last stop by the river.

There are bicycle rental points and two or three barbecue stalls by the riverside. The section they arrived at has no special scenery, so the development has not yet been in place.

On the contrary, this group of people liked it even more.

After getting out of the car, Quan Tang took photos and sent them to Qu Chaoyuan to report his whereabouts.

The night is already deep, but the water waves can still see the light white, flowing gently, a piece of crumpled paper.

On the opposite bank are the low mountains of Daiqing, and the bank where they are is full of trees.No one cut it, no one took care of it, and it became a plate of fresh lungs.

Quan Tang's feet were icy gravel.

Grated jade.

Under the Albizia julibrissin tree are red ying flowers, and there are two fire clouds at the head and tail of the tree.

In the interweaving and fusion of black and cyan, these two pieces of red are like two wild love poems flowing from the mountain stream.

The water and the mountain are both ink and wash, and the two touches of red are children's fiery red crayons.

Quan Tang looked up.

In school, he had never seen so many stars.

"Let's take a walk by the river. There is a hotel in front of us. We will stay there at night," Quan Tang said.

"Eat barbecue!" he emphasized.

"Okay, okay." Everyone responded to him.

Where he set, he knew they would definitely come to the riverside.

No one said they were tired, and no one thought it was too far away.

Holding hands, chatting, chatting.

The stars in the sky illuminate the river around me.

The sound of rushing water and lingering fresh water vapor, the drunkenness of silk tree and red yinghua.

On this road, they form a star trail back and forth.

How young and full of vigor they are, and the direction they walk is the sunrise.