string sound dream lovesickness

I like rainy days, the smell of dampness, like the touch left when you kissed the corner of my lips.Gentle and fierce.

——Mo Qingxian

After the new year, when school started again, Meng Yuannian's hard work finally paid off.The second semester of the first year of high school began, and he passed the exam and went to Mo Qingxian's class smoothly.

Standing in the classroom breathing the hazy breath of spring, all the cells in my body are stretched out.He spread his arms and felt that the bones all over his body were itching, and he wanted to jump up, uppercut, kick, and his whole body was clamoring for some tricks with someone.It's a great feeling.

He looked back at Mo Qingxian who helped him bring the book back, and sighed, "It's like being reborn. I dream of going back to the past. Standing here now, it's as if nothing has changed."

He paused for a while and mocked himself a little: "What do you think this is, the earth is still turning away from us, so we are not that important."

"You are very important." Mo Qingxian put down the book, supported his shoulder and said seriously: "You are more important than anyone else, in my heart."

Meng Yuannian patted his head and said suddenly: "After a year, you have grown taller again."

"Don't change the subject all the time, okay?" Mo Qingxian slapped his hand away angrily. Meng Yuannian didn't care, but stretched his waist and sat lazily on the table, lowering his head slightly and looking at Mo Qingxian. Qingxian said: "Hey, but it's still not as tall as me. It's still as stupid as before."

The winter day at noon was still chilly, and the faint sunlight shone in through the windows, scattered into scattered beams.In the beam of light, there are tiny particles of dust dancing in front of his eyes, revealing the misty drowsiness.Meng Yuannian narrowed his eyes, put his arm on his forehead and asked Mo Qingxian suddenly: "If I leave, will you not remember me?"

"You want to go? Where are you going?" Mo Qingxian grabbed his arm nervously, and asked eagerly: "Didn't you agree to go to school together? You clearly promised me that we would not separate!"

"My father started in Shanghai, and there are still my father's people waiting for me in Shanghai. I will leave sooner or later." Meng Yuannian stretched out his hand and rubbed his head: "We are not children anymore, self-willedness also depends on time. Do you still remember Uncle Jing, I saw him some time ago. He is waiting for me to go back to Shanghai together."

"Then why did you agree to come to school? Why did you tell me now?" Mo Qingxian looked at Meng Yuannian with trembling lips. He never thought that he and Meng Yuannian would be separated.

"Because, I also want to go to school with Ah Qing." Meng Yuannian's hand was still on Mo Qingxian's head, and his often smiling eyes were raised, and his smile was still so gentle, but This kind of tenderness is sometimes cruel.Because you don't know when his tenderness will stay.

There were only the two of them in the empty classroom. Not many people were willing to stay here on the day of the report, and they all tried their best to grab the tail of the winter vacation and make the last struggle.Mo Qingxian was silent and didn't speak, he wanted to ask Meng Yuannian to stay.

But he knew in his heart that Meng Yuannian was going to leave after all.And him, since the last kidnapping incident, his mother never dared to let him go anywhere alone again.He knew that Meng Yuannian would face many difficulties and dangers when he returned to Shanghai, but he couldn't accompany him.He knew how dangerous what Meng Yuannian was going to do, but he couldn't say anything to make Meng Yuannian give up.

They went through life and death together, and survived such difficult days. Meng Yuannian's patience and persistence shocked him.How could he give up so easily with his persistence and his belief in desperately guarding?Mo Qingxian felt very lost, and he once again felt powerless about his own incompetence.If he is stronger, if he is more capable, if, if he can help A Yuan.

Meng Yuannian stayed until March, and quietly left Lin's house one morning when Mo Qingxian was sleeping soundly, and took the train going south to embark on his journey.Before he left, he sat on the edge of Mo Qingxian's bed and looked at his face. At that moment, he thought of the girl named Li Ruo in a small town who wore four colorful tube skirts.

He was deeply moved by that girl's kindness and warmth. He even thought about spending a peaceful life with Li Ruo there, but the reality didn't give him a chance.Now that he was about to leave another important person, the reluctance to part with him this time was so turbulent, so sad that it was almost hopeless.

He once again understood in parting how lonely and painful it is to meet someone you most want to be with when you are the most powerless.

When he lowered his head when we first met, he gently touched Mo Qingxian's lips, just touching them, it was so touching.He thought, the last time, this is the last parting.He wants to become stronger, he wants to protect what he wants to protect, he no longer has to do it again and again, like now, step back step by step, and can only be the one who loosened the rope again and again.

The roar of the train blurred Meng Yuannian's eyes for a moment, and he suddenly remembered the night when they hid under the bridge.That night, the moon was sparse, and Mo Qingxian was lying on his lap, with the sound of running water in his ears. He was stroking Mo Qingxian's hair. It was clearly a scene of mutual dependence, but the tip of his tongue was filled with a somewhat sad melody.

I advised you to go back early, but you said you didn't want to go back.

The wind continued to blow, and I couldn't bear to stay away.

He covered his eyes with his right hand, and leaned back on the back of the chair. The noisy human voice was far away from his world. He thought, this moment really doesn't need to be far away.As Mo Qingxian told him, go to school together every morning, go home together in the evening, lie in a bed at night and listen to a new record, and there is a snoring Persian cat at the foot of the bed.

Just imagining is enough to warm all his future days.