embrace the moon

the Hangover.

When he woke up, apart from the severe pain in his head, Gu Yu's first reaction was that Jian Qiao had left, and the bed next to him was empty.

He picked up the mobile phone next to the bed and looked at the time. It was almost eleven o'clock in the morning. There was a golden light outside the curtains, and the room was semi-dark.

Jian Qiao and Leng Qing were on the plane at 09:30 this morning, and there was an unread message from Jian Qiao on the phone.

-8:15 AM-

Chensha and Guohui: I'm leaving.Wake up and remember to eat breakfast.

Gu Yu rubbed his hair, put down his phone, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

what happened last nightCan't remember much.

But the scattered wine bottles on the table and the still smell of alcohol in the room reminded him that they drank yesterday and may have done some impulsive things.

All he could remember was that last night Jian Qiao hugged him from behind, and he cried like a pussy for no reason, and Jian Qiao went downstairs to buy him dinner and brought back a few bottles of wine.

Then?

Then of course it's dinner.

And then……?

They talked and drank for a while.

I fell asleep after drinking it.

right.

But the house is so messy, it doesn't look peaceful...

The quilt is not neat either...

No, I'm still a young boy who guards his body like a jade.

Gu Yu quickly lifted the quilt and took a look inside.

Well dressed.

Nothing happened.

nothing?

Gu Yu grabbed the phone and sent a message to Jian Qiao.

-10:47 AM-

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: Call me when you arrive.

The plane was flying at an altitude of several thousand meters, heading north all the way, and the outside temperature of the broadcast was getting lower and lower. Only then did everyone feel that they had come to the cold north.

Leng Qing next to her was already asleep leaning against the back of the chair, her appearance was still calm, but she felt a little bit of relaxation and peace of mind at home.

Jian Qiao tilted his head and looked out the window, lost in thought.

As for the memory of last night, Gu Yu had completely forgotten it, but Jian Qiao did not forget it, he was not drunk or in a trance, he remembered it clearly.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" Jian Qiao asked.

"Hush—" Gu Yu gestured to silence, and pointed to the floor, "Someone downstairs is sharpening a knife."

"Sharpening the knife?" Why was it so scary? Jian Qiao squatted down and listened carefully. It turned out that the people downstairs were cutting things, and it might be a late-night snack.

Jian Qiao grabbed Gu Yu and lifted him up: "The floor is cold, besides, I haven't cleaned it yet."

Gu Yu sat down on the sofa, his whole body slid down like a loach, stuck in the corner of the sofa, his head was tightly surrounded by the thick down jacket, like a dumpling on top of a dumpling.

Gu Yu began to mutter: "Li Xiaoyan, Gu Xiaofan, Gu Xiaobai, Tian Xiaopei, Gu Erbao, Yi Zhuzhu, Zhao Xiaohai, Wen Jiujiu..."

"What?" Jian Qiao asked.

"When I was trapped in a tree when I was a child, I named the birds," Gu Yu said, raising his hand to make a "six" gesture, "Three and a half hours, seventeen."

"No. 18 birds are flying here," Jian Qiao said, "choose a name."

Gu Yu was silent for a while, thought for a while, and said, "Jian Qiaoqiao."

"Huh?" Jian Qiao responded.

Gu Yu turned his head and looked straight into his eyes in the dim light.

Jian Qiao also turned her head and met his eyes.

"I said, No.18 bird," Gu Yu said, "It's called Jian Qiaoqiao."

Jian Qiao laughed: "Am I a bird?"

Gu Yu nodded.

"Wait," Jian Qiao confirmed again in disbelief, "In your heart, I'm just a bird?"

"It's not that kind of bird," Gu Yu explained to him with difficulty, raising his hand as if flapping his wings twice, "It's that kind of bird."

Jian Qiao sighed, stepped forward to support the sofa, and looked down at him: "Can I go to sleep?"

"When I was young, Tyrannosaurus rex cost two yuan each," Gu Yu stretched out his hand and made a gesture of "three". "A big dragon is very expensive. I never had one, and my classmates laughed at me."

"Okay," Jian Qiao said, "I'll buy you expensive ones."

"But I don't dare to say it!" Gu Yu stared at him bitterly, his eyes were actually loose, and he probably couldn't see anything clearly, "What if grandma doesn't want me anymore! I have nowhere to go Already!"

"Okay," Jian Qiao coaxed him, "I have a place to go, am I here?"

"They don't know that my grandfather has a lot of money," Gu Yu raised his chin triumphantly, "I can't spend it all."

"That's right," Jian Qiao said, "You are a veritable rich second generation."

"Grandpa's is not mine," Gu Yu pointed at himself seriously, "Grandpa said, mine is mine."

Why did these words sound so convoluted, Jian Qiao didn't really want to understand.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp." Gu Yu said seriously.

Now Jian Qiao didn't understand even more, and asked in a daze: "...what?"

"Chichi chirp," Gu Yu leaned closer and whispered furtively in his ear, "Don't say it, we are all birds on the same tree."

Jian Qiao frowned.

Gu Yu suddenly sang with a strange tone: "We are all little birds, we love to eat Haidilao, three meals a day, just eat..."

"Okay, I still don't forget to rhyme at this time," Jian Qiao stretched out his hand to support his back, "Go to bed."

"The little bird sleeps in the bird's nest, and I sleep on the street~" Gu Yu went on to sing, "There are villains on the street, beat the bird to pieces with one punch~"

"Okay," Jian Qiao covered him with a quilt, "sleeping."

Gu Yu nodded, closed his eyes obediently, and was still muttering: "Well, I'm really a little... a little hungry, so I'll eat first."

Jian Qiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Okay."

After putting him to sleep, Jian Qiao rummaged in the studio, brought an easel and paints, and began to paint silently.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of brushes being drawn across the paper, and Gu Yu's light breathing after falling asleep.

In the middle of the night, Gu Yu woke up suddenly with a whimper, and was taken aback when he opened his eyes.

Gu Yu: "Are you painting me?"

Jian Qiao: "No."

Gu Yu: "Is your easel facing me?"

Jian Qiao cleared his throat in embarrassment.

"Why do I remember painting oil paintings? The paint stinks to death." Gu Yu said.

"It doesn't stink," said Jian Qiao, "it's not an oil painting either."

"I don't care what you draw. Draw a hickey on my collarbone," Gu Yu said, "I want very coquettish flaming red lips, showing that I am a wild man who is dissolute."

Jian Qiao was shocked: "What did you say?"

Gu Yu was a little embarrassed, blushing and covering his eyes: "It's nothing."

Jian Qiao sighed softly and put down his brush: "When sketching from life, you can only see what you draw."

Gu Yu looked at him ignorantly, with the tiredness that hadn't dissipated in his eyes.

Jian Qiao got up suddenly, went around the easel and rushed to the bed, ripped open his neckline, and kissed his collarbone.

Gu Yu was caught off guard, his eyes widened in shock, and he lost sleep all of a sudden.The moist square inch on the shoulder was soft, and accompanied by the fiery breath, it suddenly penetrated into the bottom of his heart.

"Jian Qiao." Gu Yu suddenly put his arms around his neck.

Jian Qiao raised her head and looked at him from a distance, so close that she could feel his warm breath.

"Hide me." Gu Yu's face was blushing, and the breath of alcohol was lightly sprayed on Jian Qiao's lips. His eyes were misty, with a light mist, and his lips were as red as May's. cherry.

"Don't let others see me, others pay attention to me," Gu Yu leaned forward as if asking, and asked, "Is that okay?"

Jian Qiao looked out of the window, at the white clouds thousands of meters above the ground, at the bright blue sky, and leaned against the window, silently closing his eyes.

After getting off the plane, he saw the message that Gu Yu had sent him, and made a phone call while dragging his rumbling suitcase, which was disturbing.

"Hello?" Jian Qiao said.

"When are you coming back?" Gu Yu asked straight to the point.

As soon as the front foot hit the ground, the back foot asked when to go back?What kind of logic is this?

Jian Qiao: "After the next year, what?"

"It's nothing, I've already returned to the painting boat hall..." Gu Yu turned around on the swivel chair, staring at the front, and asked hesitantly, "I didn't do anything that would ruin my reputation yesterday, did I?"

"No," Jian Qiao said, "except for running around the room saying that he is a vulture."

"Oh." Gu Yu wiped his face in embarrassment.

A car passed by on the side of the road, and Leng Qing pulled Jian Qiao from the side.

Jian Qiao stood still: "Is there anything else to say?"

"No more," Gu Yu replied, "Bye."

He hung up the phone, threw the phone on the table, and looked at the painting in front of him.

Is this an oil painting?no?Is it watercolor?neither?

Gu Yu couldn't tell the difference.There is a person lying on the edge of the bed in the painting, and the picture is cut from his shoulders and above. The eyes, nose and mouth are not painted, and everything is covered by hazy and abstract colors.

However, beside this figure, there are some small dinosaurs that don't fit the overall painting style, blue, green, gray, colorful, small and cute.

There is also a light pink trace beside the neckline of the figure, which makes the lines and halo of the body more alluring.

Gu Yu bit his fingers and thought about it, then lowered his head and pulled his clothes away.

Leng Qing paused his steps and stopped.Jian Qiao walked several steps before realizing that Leng Qing was no longer by her side.

He looked back, looked up at the gray sky desolately, small snowflakes were falling from high places, and the crystal clear ice crystals fell lightly and drunkly on his shoulders.

Ah, it turned out to be snowing.

A thin layer of snow has accumulated on the ground, and footprints can be seen all the way.Leng Qing stretched out her hand, and snowflakes fell on her fingertips.

You don't get much snow like this in the south.When snowflakes wrap the world again, the hometown becomes more intimate.

Jian Qiao knelt down, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and gently clenched it in his hand, crushing it.

It would be great if Gu Yu could see it too. This young man who grew up in the south and has seen twenty wet and cold winters would also want to see a heavy snowfall.

Feeling deserted and silent for a while, he took out his mobile phone to take a photo before going on his way. It was a snowflake that fell on his fingertips and was almost perfectly structured. As soon as the camera zoomed in, he smiled to himself.

Seeing that he was so happy, Jian Qiao waited silently.He knelt down, pinched two dumplings and stacked them together, the big dumpling stacked the small dumpling, and let it fall on the snow.

-13:23pm-

Chensha and Fruit Ash: [Picture]

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: Is it snowing yet? ! ! ! !

Chensha and Guohui: Yes.

Mei Niang and Lai Fu: The snowman you made is so ugly.

Chensha and Guohui: ...

Chensha and Guohui: What I piled up was you from last night.

Chensha and Guohui: You, curled up on the sofa in a down jacket, look like this.

Meiniang and Laifu:?

Meiniang and Laifu:? ? ? ? ?

Chensha and Guohui: [Shiba Inu's evil smile expression pack]

[System prompt: Your message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party. 】

Chensha and Guohui:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

[System prompt: Your message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party. 】

Well, your little ancestor can't say a word.

Jian Qiao had no choice but to exit the chat box, open Moments, and saw a new post.

-13:24pm-

Desolate: All the way to the north. 【picture】

Jian Qiao clicked on the picture, and it was the perfect snowflake on his fingertips just now.There is already a reply below -

Xiang Han is not easy: You are heading north all the way, and I just sit on my ass.

Yi Xianghan turned off his phone and sat at the train station bored, waiting with his head propped up.

Suddenly a few new messages popped up on the phone.

-13:25pm-

Coconut Milk Sago: Sister, are you still in the car? 【Cat Tilting Head Expression Pack】

Xiang Han is not easy: No, I only found out that there was a five-hour delay after I got into the station. I am so annoying. 【Panda angry expression pack】

Coconut Milk Sago: Then you need to find a warmer place to stay, it’s raining outside.

Xiang Han is not easy: [Dog nods emoticon pack]

After replying to the message, Yi Xianghan exited the chat interface and glanced at the phone, leaned against the iron fence behind him, and muttered to himself: "Old Dog Zheng, how dare you not reply to my message, you are dead."

After a while, she really couldn't find anything to do, so she turned on the small time-killing games on her phone and started playing, each of which seemed to be rushing to die.

Someone suddenly patted the iron fence behind her, and she was so frightened that she lost her grip on her phone and fell to the ground with a bang.

Yi Xianghan was angry from the evil in her heart, and the flame of justice to defend the safety of personal property was burning. She grabbed the phone and pointed out righteously: "You pay!"

"Huh?" Yi Xianghan saw the person across the iron fence, looked at the phone screen, looked up at him again, "Why are you here?"

"I happen to be nearby," Xu Shuilan raised the bag in his hand, "Senior Sister, do you want some milk tea?"

"If you can get through this net, I admire you." Yi Xianghan said.

Xu Shuilan thought for a while, inserted a straw into the milk tea, drilled the straw through the iron net, and laughed: "That's all right."

I am a dignified sister of Huazhoutang, eight people and two dogs under one person, lying on the iron fence of the train station and drinking milk tea in other people's hands like a beggar, is it reasonable?Is it plausible!

Yi Xianghan raised his eyelids: "What does it taste like?"

"Sago dew with coconut milk." Xu Shuilan replied.

Huh, coconut milk sago, something that children drink at home.

Yi Xianghan swayed his legs and raised his eyelids again: "Just one bite?"

Xu Shuilan put some milk tea in, Yi Xianghan approached, and took a sip with his forehead against the iron net.

Xu Shuilan: "Senior Sister, what you did just now looks like "Speechless Girl" drawn by Senior Brother Leng Qing."

Yi Xianghan finished chewing all the sago in his mouth, then raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You mean I'm a girl?"

"I mean..." Xu Shuilan faltered, but didn't say anything.

"Tch, I couldn't think of a good sentence for a long time." Yi Xianghan turned back and ignored him.

Xu Shuilan spoke again: "Senior sister, senior brother Lengqing's style of painting is very different from yours. I see some people say that the street style likes you the most."

Yi Xianghan turned around immediately when he heard it, and looked at him with radiance: "Really! This style is still liked by many people. At that time, the master said that I have no rules and I can't be a good man, so I won't be accepted."

"Really? Why?" Xu Shuilan asked.

"At that time, it was not as easy as yours to be a teacher. My mother took me to the painting boat hall to beg three times..." Yi Xianghan talked about his past incessantly, and Xu Shuilan listened quietly through the net, the corner of his mouth With a smile, he looked at her and nodded.

"...Get mad at me, the first time I saw Zhao Mishan, I said he was definitely a straight man," Yi Xianghan continued, "One time when I was sleeping in the lounge, Gu Xiaobao insisted that I slipped out to buy popsicles. , I woke up and was fined to copy Gu Qianfan's smug essays for no reason."

"Hahaha..." Xu Shuilan laughed so hard, "Last time Master asked me if I could do ballroom dancing, and I said no, Master said that I knew how to draw all day long! I can't even dance, and I can't even eat. I can eat it!"

"Oh, that bad old man has so many tricks every day..."

The two chatted nonsense for a long time, the atmosphere was very harmonious, the air was very happy, the air-conditioning was driven away, leaving only them who were getting hotter and hotter.

"Ah, it's time to get in the car." Yi Xianghan stood up and pulled the suitcase, and waved to him, "Let's go."

Xu Shuilan nodded: "Senior sister, have a good journey, be careful."

He kept watching until he could no longer see her figure, then turned around and leaned against the iron net, and lifted the milk tea in his hand.

After a few hours, the milk tea was already cold.

There is a faint lipstick mark on the straw.

Xu Shuilan approached, carefully bit the straw, and took a sip.

The smell of memories.

I said you are a girl.

I also want to say...

You are as beautiful as walking out of a painting.