embrace the moon

"My parents have already considered the matter of studying abroad for you, so you don't have to worry about the cost, we are very supportive," Tian Yunpei said, "You and your younger brother are both mother's children, and your mother will take your life into consideration. "

"I said a long time ago that I'm an adult and you don't need to take care of my affairs." Gu Yu replied.

In the eyes of his parents, he is really an unreasonable, indifferent and stubborn bad boy.

They don't know how hard he studies, what he likes to eat and what allergies he has, and how much he has contributed to the painting boat hall. They may even think that he is just a fool around all day, coquettish, expensive, and spending money like water. The playful young master who reached out to his grandfather for money.

In fact, he didn't touch a penny of the support money his parents gave him, and all his pocket money was earned by working under the hands of Mr. Gu.

Mr. Gu's salary is not very generous, but it is enough, but what he saves is his extra money, such as working as an interpreter for foreign bands, as a temporary foreign language tour guide, and so on.

He's not as heartless as his parents think, and he doesn't really care.

On many nights, he would secretly find out the letter from his grandma.

——Dear Xiaobao, in your future life, you will make many choices and decisions. You don’t need to think about whether it’s right or wrong, and don’t doubt every step you take. Just remember to be kind and bright , Grandma will always support you.

miss.

Endless miss.

Gu Yu frowned and opened his eyes.

"Are you awake?" Jian Qiao said, "If you're tired, sleep a little longer. You only slept for 10 minutes just now."

Gu Yu raised his head, sat up, and the book on his lap slipped onto the bed.

He actually fell asleep leaning on Jianqiao?

It seemed that he had been reviewing for a long time. He moved his arm and felt a numbness.

"I forgot where I saw it." Gu Yu said and picked up the book.

"It seems to be the grammar of Lesson [-]." Jian Qiao replied.

Gu Yu opened the book, turned to the grammar part of Lesson [-], and leaned on Jian Qiao, who put his arms around his shoulders and continued reading.

"Jian Qiaoqiao," Gu Yu suddenly asked, "Am I a good-for-nothing?"

"Huh? Why?" Jian Qiao was surprised, "Haven't you read the report card?"

Gu Yu smiled: "I mean, apart from this, I don't seem to know anything."

"What else do you want? Does the first-class scholarship make your soul empty?" Jian Qiao asked.

"But they don't care about it. Others just think I'm useless," Gu Yu said, "If only I were as good as you, I'm very good at a young age."

"It's not you," Jian Qiao pinched his face, "How could Gu Xiaobao belittle himself? Tell me, who dares to look down on you?"

"Many people," Gu Yu said, "online, in life, even..."

He didn't say any more, he raised his head and slid in front of Jian Qiao.

Jian Qiao touched his face, pinched his ears lightly, and comforted him: "You are not useless, you are super powerful. Don't be swayed by rumors. If you hear too many voices, you won't see the beauty." landscape."

Gu Yu nodded, got up and closed the book, put it next to the pillow, and lay down under the blanket: "It's getting late, I'll go to bed first."

"I'm asleep too." Jian Qiao put down the book, lifted the quilt and put on slippers.

Gu Yu suddenly reached out and grabbed his palm: "Are you going back to your room?"

"Well," Jian Qiao pinched his fingertips, seeing his dimmed look, suddenly wanted to tease him, "otherwise why stay here, to realize your dream of becoming a father?"

Gu Yu blushed, and reluctantly let go of her hand: "Then... good night."

Jian Qiao got up, looked back at him, and explained: "I'm just going to get a piece of agarwood, and I'll be right back."

Gu Yu responded, "Oh."

As soon as Jian Qiao walked out of the door, he pulled the quilt, covering most of his face, and smiled quietly.

Jian Qiao brought agarwood, lit it, and the fragrance began to permeate.

He turned off the light and lay down under the quilt, hugged Gu Yu, and patted his back lightly, like coaxing a child to sleep.

In this winter in this southern city, the first snow fell, rustling and melting at the fingertips.

On the day when he was discharged from the hospital in a deserted state, Gu Yu went to the hospital to pick him up, and ran into a man in the hospital corridor. He was wearing a coat and a hat, which almost covered most of his face, looking furtive.

Gu Yu glanced at him, and then whispered after he passed by, "Don't be a bad person."

The man's ears were sharp, and when he heard this, he immediately backed up and wrapped his arms around his neck, strangled him, pulled off his hat, turned his head and asked, "What are you talking about?"

A manly man, standing upright, brave and fearless, how can he shrink back in the face of evil forces?Gu Yu looked at him confidently, showing an air of fearlessness.

Seeing that he was not afraid at all, the man's eyes became more ruthless: "Say."

Gu Yu's heart broke, and he said viciously: "Hello?"

The man didn't expect him to say this, so he burst out laughing.

"It seems that a year later, this world is still so interesting." He let go of Gu Yu, patted him on the shoulder, and the ruthlessness just now dissipated without a trace, leaving only a bit of anger, "Let's go myself."

The second monk Gu Yuzhang couldn't figure it out. As soon as he entered the ward, he saw the empty bed, and then turned his head to see that there was a guitar on the chair.

Um?He backed out, glanced at the house number, and sure enough, he went wrong again.

No, before he came to visit Lengqing, there was a patient lying in the next ward, and there was often another man sitting beside him playing the piano.Now Qin is still there, but both of them are gone.

Unable to figure it out, he shook his head and walked into the deserted ward.

"Lonely——" Gu Yu just opened the door and saw a figure standing in front of the hospital bed with his back to the door. He yelled and threw himself on him, hugging him, "Discharged from the hospital!"

Jian Qiao was thrown staggeringly, looked up at Leng Qing, then turned around and said, "Can you... see more clearly?"

Gu Yu raised his head, Jian Qiao's profile was close at hand.

"...Jian Qiao," Gu Yu smiled awkwardly, and quickly let go of his hand, "Heh."

Jian Qiao pretended to smile as well, then put away her smile and glared at him.

Leng Qing walked over, and Gu Yu immediately stepped forward and hugged him: "Resurrection with full blood!"

Leng Qing reached out, patted his back, let go of his hand and took a step back.

"Ah, Master Lengqing is only hypocritical for a second." Gu Yu curled his lips, turned and walked out the door.

Jian Qiao looked at his back with a smile in his eyes.Turning her head coldly, she saw a touch of happiness and satisfaction on his face.

In front of whom will we become a child.

Leng Qing has never been tired of his restraint, in the endless self-silence, he has become a flower blooming in the cracks in the corner of the wall.

He likes the sense of security that no one intrudes on him. Of course, he also looks forward to the appearance of someone who will give him infinite tolerance and pampering.

In whose presence would he be a child?

Leng Qing had just been discharged from the hospital, and promised Gu Qianfan that he would produce a work. In addition, in order to take good care of him, he was allowed to temporarily live in the Painting Boat Hall.

"You can sleep in Jianqiao's room, there is an electric blanket," Gu Yu said, "I'm going to review first, you guys talk."

Gu Yu walked out of the room as he spoke, and looked back at Jian Qiao three times a step, as if expecting him to say "I have nothing to talk about, I should read a book", but Jian Qiao nodded and stood where he was.

"Have you thought about the theme of the art exhibition next year?" Jian Qiao asked.

"No." He replied coldly.

"I haven't either," Jian Qiao said, "I want to visit Lao Chen, maybe he can give us some advice."

Nodding coldly: "Yeah."

Jian Qiao also nodded, and took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, which was the brand that Leng Qing usually bought.He put the cigarette on the table and pushed it toward Leng Leng's hand.

Leng Qing was a little surprised, after all, it was Jian Qiao who asked him to quit smoking, and now it was Jian Qiao who gave him a chance.

"Don't smoke if you can. If you can't help it, you can," Jian Qiao said, "but don't let me see it."

Leng Qing lowered his eyes, and said in response: "Yes."

Jian Qiao returned to Gu Yu's room, took a book and sat on the bed.

It’s the exam week soon, and various exams are coming up. What surprised Jian Qiao was that even at this moment, Gu Yu still kept the habit of reading extracurricular books for at least an hour every day. On the small bookshelf in his room, literature books accounted for a lot. Many times, every time I leaned against the bed with a book in my hand, I focused as if I was outside the world without being disturbed.

Sometimes he sees people's inherent prejudices on the Internet, and thinks that learning a foreign language must be worshiping foreigners, and Chinese skills must be a mess.Every time Jian Qiao saw it, he wanted to use the thick collection of ancient literature on Gu Yu's bedside to break the network cables of those keyboard warriors.

What Gu Yu was watching today was "The Biography of Su Dongpo". Jian Qiao thought about it, if it wasn't for these days of being together day and night, it would be really difficult to see that cruel boy who was riding a bicycle wearing earphones, whose hair was messed up and his clothes were blown into sails, It is connected with the quiet and gentle boy in front of him who is reading a book without saying a word.

When it was almost time to go to bed, Jian Qiao asked, "Why don't you let others know that you are actually very easy-going?"

Gu Yu finished reading the last paragraph of text with nostalgia, raised his head, and looked at him obediently: "Am I difficult to get along with?"

"You're easy to get along with," Jian Qiao said, "it's just that outsiders are usually afraid to approach you."

Gu Yu asked again: "But aren't we getting closer?"

Jian Qiao nodded: "That's true."

Gu Yu put down the book, and rarely said seriously: "That's enough, Jian Qiaoqiao. I don't need to show my excellence to everyone, and spend a lot of time socializing and pleasing. I just need to make worthy friends and do my best. Worthwhile thing. People often get lost in the seemingly busy life and forget their original schedule.”

Jian Qiao smiled and nodded: "It makes sense, Gu Xiaobao."

Gu Yu lay down, Jian Qiao turned off the light, tucked in the quilt, and lay beside him.

"Why did you go to buy cigarettes today?" Gu Yu asked, "Didn't expect it, I saw it."

"For deserted ones." Jian Qiao replied.

Gu Yu was a little worried all of a sudden: "He just had an operation, and you actually bought him cigarettes?"

"It's because I just had an operation," Jian Qiao said, "Do you know how painful it is?"

Gu Yu fell silent suddenly.

"It's the pain of not being able to eat, the pain of sweating in the cold, and the pain of not being able to sleep," Jian Qiao said. "You can't smoke after the operation. I just gave it to him to make him feel at ease." .”

The air was very calm, without any waves, the room was plunged into darkness, and only the light and shadow of the two of them could be vaguely seen in the groggy.

"I'm sorry, I really don't know how painful the operation is," Gu Yu sighed softly, "But when I think of Lengqing suffering from what you said, I still feel quite uncomfortable."

"It's best never to know," Jian Qiao said, "Good night."

Gu Yu took out his mobile phone, and the room was suddenly bright.

"Play a song, and you will be invincible in the exam tomorrow." Gu Yu said and turned on the music.

Jian Qiao originally thought it would be a high-spirited sprint divine comedy, but in fact it is an extremely soothing lullaby, accompanied by white noise from thunderstorms.

Jian Qiao closed his eyes and soon fell into a dream.

Gu Yu was silent for a long time, did not fall asleep, and whispered a few words to himself.

"Good night," he said.

Jian Qiao didn't move, so Gu Yu turned off the music.

The days of the exam passed day by day. Originally, Gu Yu would never be nervous about the exam, but when he thought of tutoring Jian Qiao's grammar homework for a semester, he became a little nervous and looked forward to knowing how Jian Qiao would do in the exam.

On the afternoon of the last day after the exam, Jian Qiao planned to go to Lao Chen with Leng Qing, and Gu Qianfan followed him as a master, leaving only Gu Yu and the two dogs at home looking at each other.

Gu Yu got bored and did a general cleaning, cleaning the house yard and even the lawn, inside and out, except for a storage room of Gu Qianfan.

There may be some important things for him in that room. It has been locked since Gu Yu came to the painting boat hall. For more than ten years, except for going in for a look when he first arrived, he has never stepped in again. step.

But he remembered what he saw at the time, it was nothing more than display racks and cabinets, no different from ordinary storage rooms, I don’t know why old Mr. Gu wanted to lock it, as time passed, that bit of curiosity was also worn out Gone.

When tidying up the lounge, he looked at the thick stack of newspapers on the table. Old man Gu had already read them. He guessed that no one else would read them, so he threw them into the wastebasket. The missing person notice, and then turned back, every page stopped at the part of the missing person notice, neatly placed facing up.

Who has seen it?It must be an obsessive-compulsive disorder to fold so neatly that even the content sections facing up must be the same.Gu Yu took out the newspaper, since someone is reading it, it's better to put it here.

While Lao Chen was pouring tea and cutting fruit, Jian Qiao walked into the kitchen and stood beside him.

"Senior, will you consider my suggestion last time?" Jian Qiao asked.

Old Chen paused, then turned to look at him: "I've thought about it, but I don't intend to draw that myself."

Holding the teacup in his hand, the temperature was so high that it was a little hot, he was silent for a moment, and added: "Why don't you come and draw."