embrace the moon

It's late at night.

It began to rain outside the window, pattering down on the eaves, making the window frames tick-tock.There was a bleak autumn wind outside the house, and the fallen leaves fell with the wind, and the rain flowed among the dead leaves.

Gu Yu gently closed the curtains to cover the dim moonlight.Squatting down in front of the bed, carefully tucking in the quilt.

The person sleeping on the narrow sofa bed turned his back to him, and there was no movement. His eyelashes trembled slightly in the dark, and he wanted to reach out and grab him, but he didn't do anything after all.

Gu Yu went out, closed the door lightly, and sat down on the shadowy stairs, leaning against the wall without saying a word.After a long time, he got up and went back to his room, washed and lay down, but he didn't feel sleepy.

As time goes by, the rain still hits the eaves. It sounds like the rain is getting heavier, and it falls densely on the ground. The world is flooded by the sound of rain.

He picked up his phone, and a glimmer of light burst out in the dark night.Gu Yu clicked into the dialog box, hesitatingly entered a few words.

"Qiaoqiao, I don't know if you are asleep or not. What happened today"

His fingertips paused, and he didn't continue writing.After hesitating for a moment, he deleted all the written words.

"Jian Qiao, don't be too sad, I will"

delete.

"I want to accompany you, I will go when you feel better"

Gu Yu sighed and continued to delete every word, leaving the dialog box empty.He thought for a long time, and wrote again——

"It's raining heavily tonight, I really miss it"

The door was opened suddenly, Gu Yu was so frightened that his hands shook, the phone rolled twice in his hand like a hot potato, and fell to the ground.

Gu Yu immediately looked towards the door, and there was still that tall and thin figure standing at the door.

He sat up and looked silently.Before waiting for a response, the visitor had already come over, got into the quilt and pushed him to the head of the bed, and kissed him without saying a word.

Outside the raindrops continued, and thunder bursts, drowning out the gentle panting in the house.

When lips and teeth touched, Gu Yu frowned lightly, turned his head and paused for a moment.It felt like his lips were being bitten, but after a while, he swallowed the weak "pain".

Many of Jian Qiao's paintings appeared in his mind by chance, thinking of the touching carmine, the boundless, quiet and gentle azure blue, and the silent and unstained moon white.

What color will this pouring rainy night be in Jian Qiao's mind?

Gu Yu turned over and gently put him on the bed, Jian Qiao's head was buried on his shoulder, his eyes were downcast, his expression was in a trance.His head sank into the pillow, covering half of his face.Gu Yu hugged him lightly, and the night without saying a word was as gentle and silent as the person in front of him.

He wanted to say something as comfort, to make Jian Qiao feel better.But after thinking about it, none of the words were to my liking, and the words came to my lips, but nothing came out of my mouth.

Gu Yu leaned in and kissed him gently, different from Jian Qiao's impulsiveness and venting, his kiss to Jian Qiao was lingering and tender, as usual.

If he had to use one color to describe the rainy night when they embraced, he hoped it would be Jian Qiao's favorite color.No matter what it looks like, as long as Jian Qiao can be happier, that's what he's looking forward to.

Jian Qiao leaned against him and closed her eyes, warm and quiet, as if tired.Gu Yu gently picked up the phone that fell on the ground, turned on the recording, and recorded the sound of rain.

Later, Gu Yu was always worried that Jian Qiao's injured hand would affect his creation, after all, it was this hand that gave him everything he was proud of.

It took about four or five weeks for Jian Qiao's hand to recover, but overall the recovery was pretty good.However, this seemed to be the first time in more than ten years that he hadn't painted for such a long time, and he was a little uncomfortable.

The school is basically over, Gu Yu did not go to practice, he has been preparing for the postgraduate exam, and it is common for him to spend time in the library from morning to night until it closes.

Chen Fangxu didn't want to leave, but he couldn't stand Yang Jiaqing's repeated persuasion, so he decided to go to Moscow to study abroad for postgraduate study.But in his current time, part of him is reviewing, part of him is silently following behind the girl he likes, and part of him is working on sign language from dawn to dusk.

Since learning of her sister's whereabouts, Jianqiao's hope has been shattered, and she has no intention of learning Russian.Hastily coping with the internship, still staying in the studio for a few days.When my hand was still injured, I read books and studied picture albums. Once my hand was healed, I ignored the doctor's orders and painted tirelessly day and night.

Gu Yu felt that this might not be a good thing, Jian Qiao always keeps everything in his heart and doesn't say anything.To him, painting is just like to Lao Chen, it is an outlet for his emotions, allowing him to vent properly.Although the things he drew during that time were often dark and hazy, making Gu Yu feel closed and oppressed.

But after a long time, after this long venting and gloom, Jian Qiao gradually moved closer to his usual state, with a smile on his face, and occasionally joked with him.

Time never comforts anyone, and the coming and going of people in time is a good medicine for people to feel relieved.

Since the beginning of autumn, Gu Qianfan's health has not been very good.But he is busy all day long, teaching desolate painting all day long, wishing to give him all his life's skills.In addition, he taught Yi Xianghan many things about the painting boat hall.

"Grandpa, does your shoulder hurt again?" Gu Yu approached, sat on the edge of the bed, and massaged the old man, "Didn't I tell you to worry less, painting, watering flowers, dancing, nothing is easier than running around every day .”

Gu Qianfan moved his shoulders, took off his presbyopic glasses, rubbed his eyes, and continued to write his drawing notes, "You little brat, what do you know? It's my job to be a teacher and teach you everything you can."

"I'm not a kid, I've grown up. You thought I was carrying a schoolbag, not as high as the table, and walked around you all day long?"

"Hehe, our little treasure has grown up," Gu Qianfan turned his head, glanced at him, and laughed, "We're also talking about love."

Hearing this, Gu Yu quickly withdrew his hand, blushed all of a sudden, and asked falteringly: "What are you talking about, how can I fall in love?"

Gu Qianfan turned his head, held the notebook and studied it carefully, writing non-stop, the handwriting was elegant and unrestrained, worthy of everyone's demeanor.He tapped his shoulder with the pen, motioning for him to continue pressing, and sighed with great interest, "Oh - our little treasure is promising."

Gu Yu continued to massage him with a guilty conscience. I don't know how the old man found out, is it obvious?It's okay for Guan Xiaoli to see it, even grandpa's eyes can't escape?

"I said, you don't want Xiang Han, and Man Yi doesn't like it either." Gu Qianfan paused holding the tip of his pen, and smiled, "You said you, why did you talk to me about a boy, huh?"

Now Gu Yu's face turned redder, like a fiery red pomegranate fruit with red pigment added, delicately dripping with water, crystal clear and thin-skinned, just a word made it even redder.

"You...don't agree?" Gu Yu asked cautiously.

Gu Qianfan thought for a while, then continued to write his notes, with a relaxed tone, "At first, my heart was quite complicated. After all, I still want to hug my great-grandson."

"...Ah," Gu Yu replied in a daze, "Then what happened after that?"

"Later... I think of your grandma," Gu Qianfan said, "I think of old comrade Li Guixiang, who taught me a lesson for your little bastard, and told me not to force you to do this or that."

He was silent for a moment, and then said: "Let you go on your own path, what we have to do is to support and encourage."

Gu Yu stopped the movement of his hands, hugged him from behind, leaned his head on his shoulder, and quietly watched the nib of the pen scratch across the old and thick notebook, leaving beautiful ink marks.

"Good boy, strangle me to death." Gu Qianfan joked.

"Bah bah bah!"

Gu Qianfan obediently repeated without hesitation, "Bah bah bah."

"Grandpa, what do you think of Jianqiao...how is he?" Gu Yu asked.

Gu Qianfan thought for a moment, "From the point of view of painting, he is a rare seedling, and he will become a big shot in the future. But as a partner, it is probably the most suitable."

Gu Yu was a little disappointed, "Why?"

"His temperament is a bit like Leng Qing. But Leng Qing, don't look at his cold face, but he is very soft inside, and he may melt that day. But Jian Qiao is not necessarily, he is pure in heart, but he is unpredictable. Tou, he was born to be an artist. If you can melt such a child, it will be yours forever. Otherwise, it won’t last long.”

Gu Yu silently thought about what Grandpa said.

It is indeed difficult for Jian Qiao to open his heart, even to him who gets along day and night and embraces him to sleep.

He also sometimes felt that it was unfair. During their many late-night conversations, Gu Yu talked a lot about himself.Even the embarrassing things when I was a child, the sad things that I can't forget, I told him everything.

But Jian Qiao didn't, he was always vague and ambiguous.Even about Jian Mingyue, I never heard a single word from him.

He wasn't angry, he just felt distressed.

Jian Qiao can't paint all his thoughts into pictures and seal them up like Lao Chen.

In that case, he will become a genius that no one can understand, a real artist.

But Gu Yu didn't want him like that.He wished to know everything about Jianqiao.

"This is my disciple Mingyue, your art exhibition would be impossible without him!"

"I didn't say that, Lao Li, he's better than you old bone."

"Xiao Chen, what's the matter, you don't even help out the kid, are you afraid that he'll be the best? Hahaha..."

During the recent period, Jian Qiao listened to the old man "bragging" himself outside every day, and he kept praising him, and his reputation suddenly rose.

Gu Qianfan didn't think it was an exaggerated flattery, he just thought it was the last gift he could give Jian Qiao.What he needs is not painting techniques, not skills, but countless opportunities to break into the public eye.

However, Jianqiao is low-key by nature and doesn't like publicity. Even if Gu Qianfan wants to praise him, he treats others with humility, strength, restraint and silence, as always.But even if he is as quiet as him, the name "Mingyue" can be regarded as gaining a foothold in the circle.

Speaking of Dahong, it's not a surprise. After all, he has been in this circle for many years, and he has gradually accumulated strength and popularity in the past.This year, if there is a very exciting and fresh face to come out of the circle, it must be him.

In late autumn, Mr. Gu couldn't hold on anymore and fell seriously ill.Moved into the inpatient department, lying down day and night, looking at everyone's eyes, they are extremely loving.

Now Gu Yu didn't have the heart to study, and often went to the hospital to accompany him, and even brought Lele to visit him on weekends.

"Little tadpole——I finally found my mother—" Lele put down the textbook with a picture of a little tadpole looking for her mother, and looked at Gu Qianfan expectantly. The old man smiled and clapped his hands, "Good read, Our Lele is really good."

After sending Lele away, Gu Qianfan pulled Gu Yu and said earnestly, "Xiaobao, don't take the postgraduate entrance examination here. It's time for you to see the outside world."

Gu Yu was peeling the fruit, he paused, and said, "It's pretty good here."

"Why don't you stay with me all the time? Grandpa is not willing to tie your wings." Gu Qianfan sighed and looked out the window. "You are learning languages ​​after all. During this period of time, you have to study abroad. consider properly."

Gu Yu was stunned for a moment, speechless.

"When I get better, I want to go outside with my grandson. You little brat, what do you know?"

It's not that he doesn't want to, but when he thinks that the old man is here alone, he can't rest assured at all, so how can he be so cruel as to go far away?

Several apprentices and relatives took turns to accompany Gu Qianfan.Gu Yucheng was always worried about the things the old man told him, and sitting in the library at night, he felt dizzy when he read the book.

In this wet autumn, the rain outside started again, pattering, washing the whole world.

The phone in his pocket vibrated, Gu Yu gently put down the book, walked to the balcony, and picked up the phone.

"Gu Yu, Master's condition is not very good," Yi Xianghan said hurriedly, panting, "I just entered the operating room for emergency treatment, come quickly."

The voice over there hadn't finished yet, Gu Yu's heart sank, he didn't care about the books on the table, he strode downstairs and rushed out of the library.