Accelerated Escape on the Moon River

Cicada eventually got tired.

Sparks fell one by one from the tip of the leaves, and the gold of the sweet-scented osmanthus was in the cracks of the ground.From June to August, lotus flowers cover the water heavily, and the blue-black water is full of conflicting dark branches.July, which was buzzing in the summer, fell casually, a regretful dream.

July's universe is thrown around.

At the end of August, the law students came back to class together. Some of them worked hard in the public security and legal system;

Quan Tang grows into a thorough fried Mao Maodan.

Chi Zhong returned to the dormitory, but thought that the man named Quan Tang was really dead.

"Dude, what's wrong with you?"

Chi Zhong stood below and shook Quan Tang's bed curtain.

That's right, people are inside, but there is no sound.But one of the slippers is under the bed and the other is on the window sill. On the table is a small bottle of clear water jasmine and half a box of seedless white grapes. Song Kanghao’s face is still on the tablet, spliced ​​together with Jingdong’s advertisement .Quan Tang must be in the house, but he just doesn't make a sound.

The bed curtain smelled of overripe peaches.

Quan Tang stretched out a pale hand from the curtain of the bed, pattering like a drunken snake on the railing.

"What's the matter, why do you look like this? Did you stay up late to take pictures?"

A word escaped weakly from behind the curtain.

"I don't like Qu Chaoyuan anymore."

"Ah?" Chi Zhong couldn't remember that Quan Tang had said that he liked Qu Chaoyuan. To him, this was one of Quan Tang's countless temporary hobbies, and he didn't remember it at all.

"Uh, you don't like Teacher Qu anymore? Anyway, he doesn't take us anymore, so if you don't like it, you don't like it." Chi Chong scratched his head, not understanding why Quan Tang suddenly said this.

How strange and abrupt.

Suddenly, Quan Tang turned over heavily in the bed curtain, and he was puzzled again, "What's wrong with you?"

Chi Zhong will never understand, there is no need for Quan Tang to tell him.

With a hook of his foot, he closed the slightly opened curtain.

Chi Zhong: "Ah? What's the matter?"

Quan Tang murmured in an inaudible voice: "It's nothing, it's nothing."

He also bravely touched the clouds.

After the Beginning of Autumn, the sweetgum tree was always crying, and the cicadas were washed away by several rains, and slowly died away.

Chi Zhong saw Quan Tang talking in a low voice facing the tree trunk several times. The tree trunk is strong, the lines are like drawn dragon beard sugar, even reflecting the light of the lacquered surface, there is a kind of rough divinity.

The students were all back, and the clothes drying poles were full of colorful sails. Quan Tang could no longer pull his quilt from east to west and back again.

The sound of playing ball all night resounded in the basketball court.

The school came alive again, in early autumn.

Chi Zhong is a slow boy, maybe not slow, but compared with a boy like Quan Tang, he is a bit too simple and big.

Even so, Chi Zhong could still feel that the Quan Tang in front of him was no longer the Quan Tang before.

The person in front of him, when he sees the clouds swimming like a turtle, will no longer scream and run back to get the SLR.

After eating delicious ice powder, the flesh on both sides of the face became stiff, and the corners of the mouth could not be lifted.

The wisp of happy soul in his body was sucked away.

But it wasn't supposed to be like this.

Quan Tang has now completely become the stereotyped, cold and weird male classmate in the eyes of others, but he was originally a happy, impulsive and crazy creature in front of Chi Zhong.

Chi Zhong was very sad, and even more sad because he didn't know why it happened like this.

At the beginning of the semester, each student has to participate in the practical class taught by seven students to one tutor. The law school is either a legal clinic or a moot court. In short, there are only these two kinds of changes.This year there are two moot courts in civil law and criminal law, in which theoretically all students will participate.

Quan Tang no longer participated in any activities of the law school from the very beginning of the mobilization conference.

He also hated these forms of things before, but at least he can do superficial skills, and now he doesn't even bother to pay superficial skills.

It took Chizhong a lot of effort to drag this man out of bed and go to law school.

However, as he walked upstairs from floor to floor, Quan Tang's face became more and more ugly.

Today is the day to choose a mentor after the opening ceremony. If you choose, follow that teacher to carry out the next activities.

Regardless of how many of the [-] or [-] cucumber eggs present will eventually enter the Public Security Bureau, everyone is full of hope now.

I am also looking forward to the practical class.

Under Quan Tang's dignified expression, there was still some flustered eyeballs rolling around. Chi Zhong didn't know where the panic came from. This kid who was always fearless even covered his head with a dusty hat today.

"Come on, cheer up a little bit." Chi Chong's elbow bumped Quan Tang, "Today is your favorite teacher."

Quan Tang lazily floated an indifferent look from under the brim of his hat.

"The tutors who lead us must be young teachers. You see, Huangyang Qu, three people, Qu, isn't it your baby."

Chi Zhong's elbow came again.

Quan Tang froze.

He looked up, and there were seventy or eighty people in this lecture hall who were talking nonsense. The red ones were eloquent, the yellow ones were chattering, the blue ones were proud and arrogant, and the green ones were cynical.

So many people, so many color blocks, so dirty picture.What kind of bastard student can draw such a picture.

Wisps of mist were tangled on the dark red seat, wisps of mist drifted upwards, and there was a ghostly face above the head.

The teacher who came in also had strange expressions.

Only one person is different.

He just knows.

Qu Chaoyuan looked over the mountains and rivers to his fragile and frozen pupils.

Generous, soft, teacher's eyes.

"Teacher Qu! My God, it's Little White Bear!" The voice of the girl in the back seat reached his ears.

"I really like this teacher."

"Then who isn't?"

"I really like him. At the end of last semester, I specially asked for the teacher's WeChat account just to talk to him. I must tell him that he is really good at teaching."

"Yeah, next year when we do our graduation thesis, I also want to find Teacher Qu. If you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination for our school, you can contact Teacher Qu directly."

The girl laughed: "He is so nice and has a good temper, and we are students of our own college, so we must be considered first when the time comes."

At this moment, Quan Tang's mind was boiling, and he wished he could turn around and pick up the speaker and beat him up violently.

His heart was screaming: I am the one who is in love with him!It was me who had a special relationship with him!It was me who made/loved him!I was also the one who entered his house!What are you proud of?What are you thinking you are special about?

Those things were done by me and him, you know?Do you deserve to know too?

Quan Tang trembled for a while, unable to bear any stimulation, he was about to stand up and run out regardless, Chi Zhong grabbed him, the anger and confusion accumulated in the past few days made him almost unable to control the volume.

"Quan Tang! What's going on with you recently! I saw you like this as soon as I came back! How many days has it been going on!"

Quan Tang shivered, crumpled in his seat, it was a shriveled fruit core thrown in the dustpan.

He knew there were people around watching.

"It's okay." He tremblingly patted Chi Zhong's hand, comforting Chi Zhong.

Chi Zhong was suspicious, but also a little angry: "Tell me if you have something to do, I can't see you looking so dead! What have you made yourself into!"

Quan Tang forced to listen for a while, Qu Chaoyuan was calm and elegant on the stage, he couldn't stand it, and fled away like a fly.

Qu Chaoyuan was smiling at the students on the stage, explaining the newly opened course further. He was still smiling. The students liked his smile the most. It was an adult smile with insight into the world.

The moment Quan Tang opened the door and went out, the arc of Qu Chaoyuan's left eyelid changed slightly, like a drop of water falling into a lake.

Quan Tang was finally freed.

The tulip trees in the law school have turned yellow.

Quan Tang stood under the tree and watched for a long time.

He withdrew his gaze and lifted his feet to leave, only to see Chu Disheng waiting for him in the cascading green waves.

Chi Zhong, who stayed in his place, fidgeted and wanted to chase him out but he really didn't understand what happened.

He vaguely remembered that night when he got up to go to the toilet, he suddenly saw Quan Tangku sitting at the table with the light turned on extremely dimly. He thought that Quan Tang was watching a movie, so he ignored it. It was only when he thought about it the next day that he suddenly understood.He could clearly see Quan Tang's chest rising and falling, and the boy was crying.

In front of Quan Tang, there was a small piece of extravagant and humble yellow light, and there was a thick book in the light.

What book it was, he no longer remembered.

What's wrong with this guy?

now.

Chu Disheng and Quan Tang stood facing each other.

That's great, Chu Disheng thought secretly, but the smile on his face was already dazzling.

Quan Tang shouldn't be with Qu Chaoyuan, and he doesn't think it will last long.The EQ and IQ of this art student are often not within the normal fluctuation range, but out of his vigilance and sensitivity to art, he noticed the final outcome of Quan Tang's absurd affair.

Quan Tang's eyelids were drooping, his hair was still prickly, and there was a sea urchin in the water.

"Why are you waiting for me?" Quan Tang asked, "Do you know that it will take at least an hour before I come to class?"

Chu Disheng smiled and said, "I know, but it doesn't matter if I wait for you."

Quan Tang couldn't see the way his scheme was succeeding, so he let out a vicious "tss".

Chu Disheng always smiled like when he was picking lotus pods that day.

"Come here, Quan Tang." Chu Disheng pulled his hand, but Quan Tang dodged and grabbed his wrist a little, "Come, go to our courtyard."

"Immediately the workshop will be recycled to the academy, and all my mud tires will be gone."

Quan Tang has now lost most of his perception of the beauty of life, like either Marx or Mary who can't receive letters.

Life itself is a black-and-white muddy world, but at least the characters in the two animations still have letters.Looking back, there was nothing between him and Qu Chaoyuan.

He was dragged by Chu Disheng all the way to walk in the bright autumn sunshine, stepping on the leaves of tulip tree.

These unsatisfactory tulip trees sing all day long when they are green, and they die in one rain or two.

The broken silver all over the floor made Quan Tang unable to open his eyes.

School is about to start, and Chu Disheng wants to get rid of the pile of white mud tires in his workshop.

There are two baseball bats near the door. Chu Disheng has nothing to do, exercising, and will play with the baseball club.

He stuffed one for Quan Tang, and Quan Tang looked sleepy, raised his eyelids and looked at him, his fingers were limp and slumped at the handshake, and the bat was hanging straight to the ground.

"what?"

"We smashed it all up."

"what?"

"Come here, we smashed all of these." Chu Disheng said with a smile, "I don't want any of these. They are all waste products left over from practice."

He turned around and looked around, stretched out his hand and pushed away a bergamot he had burned. In an instant, the bergamot shattered into thousands of pieces, and the crisp sound made Quan Tang take a step back.

"Are you crazy? You did all this yourself?"

Chu Disheng smiled and opened his arms at him: "These are useless things anyway, I smash them, you smash them, it's the same, anyway, we don't destroy, clean up after school, if you can't save it, you have to throw it away."

"Come on. We smashed them all with our own hands."

Quan Tang hesitantly stretched out his hand and pushed down a little rabbit without using a bat.

"...So?" He raised an eyebrow and looked at Chu Disheng.

"That's it." Chu Disheng swung his fist and knocked the vase off the coffee table.

Quan Tang moved his feet slowly, picked another small Shanhai brush washer, and pushed it, it was more brittle than a vase, like breaking a hundred freshly washed cucumbers.

Chu Disheng guided him, and Quan Tang raised the baseball bat in his hand.

"That's it, Quan Tang." Chu Disheng looked at him with satisfaction, "That's it."

There was love and longing in his eyes.

Under his leadership, Quan Tang gathered wind and thunderstorms.

In this borrowed white space without surveillance cameras, in this vast place full of paint and sludge, Chu Disheng guides him, turning himself into a strong wind.

Chu Disheng was ecstatic.

Panting for breath, Quan Tang smashed civilization and politeness. He smashed wildly in these immature efforts, and got great pleasure from destroying itself.

He was about to lose his head, making an absurd invader, even though this was only a civilization of white clay sculptures.

In this civilization of false sculptures, there are clay and gray porcelain, the pungent smell of paint and the dust of wood chips float in the air. This is a magical and strange city. The nests of termites are not built in the tropics but in the dark green work. On the stage; Dainichi Tathagata has only half of one side, while the other side is layered clouds; countless male and female snake tails intertwined for the convenience of reproduction during the creation of the world are stacked in the corner like genetic chains.

Now these inexplicable and impossible buildings and beliefs have been broken by Quan Tang, a 20-year-old boy immersed in the mood of destruction.

He seemed to be dancing wildly all the way, he couldn't see where Chu Disheng was, but he could hear the symphony created by that person, his footsteps left behind wet mucus, which gradually corroded the house.

In late autumn, he killed the eagle on the throne with one punch. *

Quan Tang didn’t realize that he was laughing, he was completely crazy, and Chu Disheng was also crazy. The little artist had long understood the beauty of grand violence and order in cleaning the stacked corpses in the workshop after the storm .

He held Quan Tang's hand tightly in confusion, this is the life he wanted.

correct!Following the howls of exploding instruments, he clarified the meaning of his existence, and just like this, he held Quan Tang's hand and spun around the center of the world.

It's full tang!This is Quan Tang!

Quan Tang suddenly stopped.

Chu Disheng panted heavily, turned his head, his neck was soaked with sweat, and the muscles on his neck were as sharp as a twisted towel.

Quan Tang seemed to wake up suddenly.He still maintains the posture of giving the enemy a fatal blow on the battlefield, with his hands hanging down while holding the stick, his muscles are still trembling in the aftermath of his crazy actions.But he has forcibly stopped his actions and collisions, the storm is cohesive, and everything is oppressed in his chest.

The sky was full of dust and silent screams, Chu Disheng's eyes were bright, and he pointed at him like a match.

"I can't do it." Quan Tang stepped on the shards, and the bright light turned into round jade beads, flowing down from his eyes.

Why did the setting sun shed tears on his face?

"I'm sorry." Quan Tang closed his eyes tightly, not letting Chu Disheng see his face, "I will help you clean up together."

"I'm sorry." Quan Tang turned around, gently leaned the stick against the wall, and turned his back to Chu Disheng, "I'm sorry."

In the center of the storm, he spared no mercy for a baby elephant that was as clumsy as an art eraser.That was almost one of Chu Disheng's most failed little works. He detested this ugly and lifeless idiot little elephant, and only sprayed a red paint on the back hastily.

Chu Disheng is a young man with amazing creativity. The teachers in the courtyard have long praised his extraordinary imagination and vigorous energy.Sooner or later, he will become a great figure in the industry, which is the consensus of almost all the teachers who have taught Chu Disheng.

This little elephant was a toy he picked up at random when he first entered school, and his favorite statue of Quan Tang had already been moved back to the dormitory by him.

Quan Tang was not moved by his most meticulously prepared love, but stopped because of this kind of incompetence.

The young man he loved had a net of tears covering his pretty and smooth face.

It's just facing away, he can't see it yet.

"Quan Tang...?" Chu Disheng tried to call his name.

"what happened to you?"

Quan Tang was confessing in a rare way, for his sudden madness and unreasonableness, and for all the twists and turns and magnificence he did this summer, it turned out to be the end of this.

Quan Tang turned around slowly, this time he was completely naked, his body was soaked in the dark golden water, the expression on his face was unclear, but his eyes were like faucets that couldn't be turned on, ticking, talking about summer dark night talk.

Seeing his tears, Chu Disheng's heart suddenly became cold.

"I do not understand why."

"I don't always understand."

One corner of the mouth is down, the corner of the mouth is up, Quan Tang is smiling.

He laughed to himself for a while, dazed.

"I'm so stupid." Quan Tang laughed at himself.

Chu Disheng knew that he had lost completely.

But the moment when he lost was never when Qu Chaoyuan and Quan Tang were together, nor when they broke up but Quan Tang still remembered him, he lost by telling Qu Chaoyuan that Quan Tang was better than most of us People have to be brave, so you don't hurt him at that time.

He lost, and he had no idea that Quan Tang had never been so brave.

*The image comes from Haizi's "Autumn"