embrace the moon

When the nurse came to examine Leng Qing, Gu Yu walked out of the ward, leaning against the wall, he could vaguely hear the soothing and gentle sound of the piano in the next room, flowing bit by bit with time.

I don't know what kind of story they have?Sick people lie on the hospital bed and yearn for the scenery outside the window, while healthy people run around but want to rest in one place.

He took out his mobile phone and looked it up online.Sure enough, taking heart drugs may cause color weakness.

God is really unfair, the more you care about something, the more you have to take it away mercilessly, so that you can see how it disappears from your life bit by bit.

Bit by bit I saw my family broken up, bit by bit the people I cared about walked away, bit by bit I accepted the dimming of the world.

"I'm going back," Gu Yu said, "You should rest well and don't think too much."

Leng Ah nodded, still uneasy and said: "Don't tell others."

When Gu Yu walked out, he picked up the magazine and continued to read it, but he didn't read much.

Now the more the outside world praises him and favors him, the more they will step on him and trample him when they learn that he has a bad sense of lust.

True artists can live forever, while more unknown juniors are just struggling to become ordinary people with all their strength.

The brilliance that belongs to them may only have such a short moment, like a flash of colored lights, a flash in the pan.After all, the vast world is ever-changing. What is on the stage of history at one moment will become obsolete in the next moment.

Generation after generation, too many stories and lives have been buried, and it turns out that it is only for oneself to remember.

It wasn't until the next day that the sky had brightened, and the golden light of the rising sun flashed in outside the house.Not long after waking up from the cold, there was a sudden knock on the door in the room, and then the door was opened.

"Hey, I'll go, my mother is really easy to memorize," Yi Xianghan walked in helplessly, breaking the silence in the room, "The broken taxi actually took a detour and charged me 20 yuan more, I feel so distressed."

Leng Qing suddenly raised his eyes and looked at her in surprise.

"Look what I brought." Yi Xianghan took out a lot of snacks from his bag and threw them on the edge of the bed. "I bought more than 70 spicy sticks."

Frowning coldly, he didn't say a word.

"Senior Sister, you can't eat those," Chu Yang ran in carrying a thermos bucket, "Here, Brother Xiaobao has stewed white fungus soup, specially for senior brother."

"I still think it's better to put two real flowers." Wen Zhu walked in with two glass vases, with a few bright red roses stuck in them, "Romantic is everywhere."

Zhao Mishan followed her, clicked his tongue in disgust, holding a pot of dolls and fake flowers in his hand, the kind of ugly sunflowers that are very popular on the Internet: "Stubborn, I told you a long time ago." That thing will wilt in two days."

Wen Zhu sighed: "I know why Senior Sister wants to tear your mouth apart."

"Senior Sister, Master said again that I draw like shit," Wang Yuanqi wailed and walked in, slumped at the foot of the bed, "I'm about to take an art test, how could he say that about me?"

"Why don't people say that Chuyang's paintings look like dog shit?" Yi Xianghan smiled while biting a spicy strip, and the mouth-watering spicy taste spread all over the room, "It's not bad if he didn't say you look like dog shit."

Everyone started laughing at him at the same time, Gu Yu walked in carrying a bag of roasted sweet potatoes, and the delicious smell overwhelmed the smell of spicy sticks.

"The sweet potatoes here are [-] cents more expensive than the ones outside the neighborhood, and they're even smaller." Gu Yu took a bite and it was so hot that it swirled in his mouth. "It's not delicious. I ate it all for you."

Yi Xianghan kicked him on the ass with a spicy stick in his mouth: "Hand it over!"

"Peel the skin and give it to me." Zhao Mishan said.

Chu Yang stood up to uphold justice: "Exploiting the working people, report it."

"The boss made seven and it's not enough." Xu Shuilan carried six luxurious Big Mac egg-filled biscuits, "The remaining two are civilian versions."

"Gu Xiaobao! You eat cheap ones." Yi Xianghan said.

Gu Yu was not convinced, and immediately asked, "Why?"

"I don't know why," Yi Xianghan chuckled, "How come Jianqiao is the last one to arrive, he also eats cheap ones."

As soon as the words were finished, Jian Qiao walked in holding an egg-filled biscuit that looked the most luxurious and even bigger than his head, with his mouth stuffed.

"Senior Sister, he has already eaten the Big Mac among the Big Macs." Xu Shuilan distributed six cakes to everyone, and when he handed them to Leng Qing, he didn't reach out to take them, and looked at the people in the room, a little dazed.

Jian Qiao handed the slum egg-filled biscuits to Gu Yu.

"Why?!" Gu Yu asked again.

Jian Qiao didn't answer him, leaned up to him, and took a big bite out of his Big Mac Zhong Ba.

Gu Yu slapped his head away: "Get lost!"

Gu Yu saw that Leng Qing didn't take the luxurious pancakes from Xu Shuilan, so he rushed over to snatch them, and stuffed the slum pancakes into Leng Qing's hands: "If you don't eat it, I will eat it. You don't know how to be blessed if you are blessed."

Leng Qing held the cake, and the warmth came from his palm, all the way to his heart, making his nose a little sore.He lowered his head and said, "You..."

"Hey, did you bring the cards?" Wang Yuanqi quickly interrupted him and asked loudly, "On the small table, just Fight the Landlord?"

"Let's go play." Gu Yu pushed him away with a wave of his hand, "You guys sit on the windowsill while you play cards, and Jian Qiao still has to draw the first draft."

"Gu Xiaobao, do you still dare to mention this?" Yi Xianghan was so angry that he almost spontaneously ignited, "Why don't you invite me, I was better than Xu Manyi in last year's competition, okay?"

"Senior sister, it's just that the style is different." Wen Zhu smiled and looked pleasing, "Your works are unique, and it is most suitable to hold an exclusive exhibition."

Yi Xianghan smiled contentedly now.Gu Yu lay on the table, watching Jian Qiao quickly draw the outline on the draft paper with all his attention.

"Brother, let's have some white fungus soup." Chu Yang poured out a bowl of soup from the thermos, and the faint fragrance wafted out, "Brother Xiaobao woke up early, specially..."

Before Chu Yang could finish speaking, Gu Yu pretended to clear his throat, and Chu Yang immediately shut up knowingly.

Leng Qing didn't say anything, from waking up to now, he hasn't said a word.

He looked at Gu Yu, his expression was unpredictable and his mood was complicated.Gu Yu deliberately didn't look back at him, pretending to have nothing else to do.

You didn't let me say it, but I wanted to say it, and I didn't tell outsiders.Gu Yu didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, on the contrary, he was quite proud.

Everyone was chatting, playing cards, drawing pictures, the lonely ward was suddenly bustling, and even the doctor was taken aback when he came to make rounds.

Leng Qing leaned against the head of the bed and read a book for a while as usual, and felt drowsy after a while, so she put down the book silently, covered herself with a quilt and fell asleep.

Jian Qiao stopped his brush, turned his head and glanced lightly, and raised his eyes to give Gu Yu a look.Gu Yu understood, and immediately turned around and patted the shoulders of others, making a silent gesture.

Everyone became quiet all of a sudden, and the cleanliness of the ward was restored, but it was no longer as cold as usual.

In the evening, everyone left one after another, those who had to go to school, and those who had to go to work.Seeing that the man had almost left, Jian Qiao sat by the bed and stared at him without saying a word.

Putting down the book coldly, staring at the sheets in a daze.

"It's getting late, we should go back," Gu Yu got up and walked outside, "Jian Qiao, I'll wait for you outside."

Jian Qiao nodded, waited until the door was closed, and then said calmly: "Is it serious?"

When he asked this question, the subject and the guest were not very clear, but Leng Qing understood, and he shook his head: "It's not serious."

Jian Qiao seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. According to the past, he would be silent, angry, and sad, but now, he behaved extremely calm and natural, like a false alarm, nothing happened.

Of course Jian Qiao knew the nonsense Leng Qing was talking about, and even when the sky fell, he pretended to be a normal person.

"Then you should have a good rest," Jian Qiao said, "I'll come see you tomorrow."

Nodding coldly, he responded, "Yes."

Jian Qiao got up and walked to the door, stopped, and turned to look at him: "I want to ask your opinion on the art exhibition."

"Okay," said Leng Qing, "to discuss tomorrow."

"There's no rush now, we'll talk about it when you leave the hospital." Jian Qiao hesitated for a moment, but still said the words with difficulty, covering up all the embarrassment with a soft and gentle smile, "I'll wait for you."

Jian Qiao walked out of the door and followed Gu Yu into the elevator feebly.As soon as the elevator door closed, he turned around and hugged Gu Yu.

Gu Yu raised his hand in a daze and patted his back, stroking him back and forth like petting a cat.

"Thank you." Jian Qiao said.

"Thank me for what?" Gu Yu asked.

"Thank you, uncle," Jian Qiao amused himself, laughed twice, and rubbed his head on his shoulder, "Fortunately, I have you, otherwise I really don't know what to do."

"We can't help Leng Qing's physical condition, we can only watch anxiously," Gu Yu sighed softly, "The only thing we can give him is peace of mind."

Gu Qianfan came here on a morning when the crescent moon and the rising sun were hanging high in the sky at the same time. He brought two thick notebooks. The margins were a bit old, and the pages were getting newer as they went back. They were all written in black and white tones of ink paintings. way of painting.

Looking at the two thick booklets Leng Qing was stunned.

"Master told you a long time ago that you are a good seedling," Gu Qianfan said, "I know you better than yourself about painting. I don't say it, and no one can say it, especially you."

Leng's fingers slid across the pages of the book, and the paper rubbed against his fingertips. Between the lines were countless days and nights.

"Before you leave the hospital, I want you to memorize all the above," Gu Qianfan stroked his beard and blew a breath, looking at the smug look, "Come to the painting boat hall as soon as you are discharged from the hospital, and show me your progress on the spot .”

Leng Qing held the notebook tightly and lowered his head.

Gu Qianfan clicked his tongue and stared, his expression very much like Gu Yu's when he was anxious, and he said, "Did you hear that?"

Nodding coldly and docilely: "I heard that, thank you Master."

Gu Qianfan immediately smiled and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Hey, good student!"

Before going out, old man Gu looked around, but he still couldn't hold back and said, "Lonely, don't bear any grudges against Xiaobao in your heart. He was also worried when he told us about your situation. We are not outsiders, and we didn't say anything about it."

Nodding coldly: "Master, I understand."

"That's right, you are the most sensible." Gu Qianfan smiled and turned around and walked towards the door, humming a song while stroking his beard, looking very proud and carefree.Most of the time, Leng Qing feels that this is probably what Gu Yu will look like in decades.

Finally, the month of review came, and college students began to study hard. Some reviewed and others previewed, some put the book under the pillow and used sleep infiltration, and some tried to understand the great ideas of Marx and Engels overnight.

In the last month, Jianqiao temporarily stopped painting due to review and visits.

At 11:58 in the middle of the night, he turned off the bedside lamp and was about to go to bed. The door was suddenly opened, and a gleam of light came through the crack of the door.

Jian Qiao poked his head out from under the quilt, looked up, and a flickering candlelight came in.

"Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~" Gu Yu walked in, closed the door with a pout, and then sang, "Happy birthday to Qiaoqiao, happy birthday to you~"

Jian Qiao froze for a moment, sat up from the bed, looked at him and smiled in surprise.

"Jian Qiao, you are so boring, you don't remind me of my birthday, and today will be gone in 2 minutes." Gu Yu sat on the edge of the bed dissatisfied, and put the plate on the bedside table.

"How did you know about my birthday?" Jian Qiao was very surprised.

"Hey, Lengqing sent you a gift, and asked me to bring it to you. I just realized it after lying down." Gu Yu took out a beautiful small box, and weighed it, which was quite heavy.

Jian Qiao opened the box, and inside was a handmade landscape inkstone with finely textured and exquisite patterns. Gu Yu couldn't bear to be amazed when he saw it, and asked, "Could it be that he carved it himself?"

"Probably so, I'll thank him tomorrow." Jian Qiao closed the box, put it on the bedside, turned to see the small plate that Gu Yu brought, and a bowl of longevity noodles next to a candle.

"Eat it, I made it specially for you." Gu Yu held up the noodles expectantly.

Jian Qiao pouted: "I've already brushed my teeth."

Gu Yu was so angry that he picked up the noodles between the chopsticks and put them in his mouth without saying a word, Jian Qiao had no choice but to open his mouth.

"That's right." Gu Yu smiled smugly.After eating, Jian Qiao raised his eyes and asked, "Where is the gift you gave me?"

Gu Yu was taken aback: "Noodles don't count?"

"What's noodles?" Jian Qiao asked back.

Gu Yu had nothing to say, and it took a long while before he hesitated and said, "In fact, there is something I've always wanted to give you, but I didn't find a suitable opportunity..."

"Isn't it appropriate now?" Jian Qiao asked.

Gu Yu thought for a while, then walked to the door with a bowl and a candle; "Then wait for me for a while."

Jian Qiao nodded, the calm that had settled in the middle of the night was suddenly aroused by his mysterious gift with a little excitement and joy.

After washing the dishes, Gu Yu dawdled for a while before walking into Jian Qiao's room with a gift.Jian Qiao leaned against the head of the bed, eyes closed tightly, and fell asleep.

What he bought for Jian Qiao was sleeping agarwood, the scent of the aroma diffused with the smoke, and the soft sandalwood exuded a sense of Zen.

Gu Yu hadn't used this thing before, and the old man felt good, he went to bed early and got up early all day long, so he didn't need this thing.Gu Yu then decided to buy this agarwood for use after going around in many places and dealing with a bunch of old men who live a delicate life.

He didn't want Jian Qiao to have nightmares. At night, he hoped that Jian Qiao would be peaceful, not nervous, not afraid, and have a good night's sleep.

Gu Yu put the aroma diffuser on the bedside table, flattened his pillow in the dim light, and gently put it on the back of his head.

Gu Yu got into the quilt, squeezed onto his pillow, and looked at him silently.