embrace the moon

Miss you, miss you, miss you.

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The air-conditioning was blowing in the train, and the carriage was very quiet, as if everyone was extremely tired.

The train started, slowly heading north.The scenery outside the window receded, and the glass reflected a figure.

The same music was played in a loop in the earphones, and he leaned against the car window and sighed softly.

Позовименятихопоимени,

Call my name softly,

Ключевойводойнапоименя.

Drink me up with spring water.

Отзоветсялисердцебезбрежное,

Your boundless, unspeakable, bewildered, tender heart,

Несказанное, глупое, нежное

Will you respond?

"I wanted to learn Russian only after listening to this band when I was a child. This kind of hymn to the motherland and hometown was more real in that era. Is it good?"

The cheek in the memory was hidden in the faint morning light, and the soft smile gradually dissipated until it was thrown at the old place by the advancing train.

Unlike Gu Yu, who is an optimist who thinks everything is good, Jian Qiao doesn't live for the sake of living, he must have something to support him to live.

Gu Yu is like a street lamp late at night, illuminating his journey.During that journey, he was happy, at ease, and radiant.Even when I looked up, there was still a dark night sky above my head.

And after walking through this street lamp, all he has left is his unclear future and the groggy night that surrounds him.

Знаюсбудетсянашесвидание,

I know that the promised meeting will come true,

Явернусь,ясдержуобещание...

I'll be back, I promise.

Gu Qianfan's farewell painting exhibition became Mingyue's farewell painting exhibition.

At the peak of his heyday and a bright future, he silently expressed the rivers, lakes and seas, hanging springs and waterfalls, nine stars and the moon in his heart to this glitzy world...

All the beautiful scenery in the painting are his gifts to Gu Yu, giving him a remote holy land that will not be polluted by the world.

In July, the heat was on fire, and the heat gradually subsided, Gu Yu embarked on the journey away from home.

"You really don't need to give it away?" Yi Xianghan hung on him, patted his back, "Why are you being polite to us, I'll ask Zhao Mishan to take you there."

That Zhao Mishan who said "I can't stay here any longer" is still staying here, grabbed the car keys, and raised his chin at him, "Let's go?"

"No need," Gu Yu smiled, "The car I booked has arrived, let's go."

He didn't look back.

The name Huazhoutang may be unfamiliar for a while.

The wheels of the suitcase turned and turned, and his legs walked away step by step.Everything is left behind.

He got in the car and closed the door.Suddenly there was a cry outside.

Gu Yu lowered the car window, and saw two big dogs running towards him.He watched them approach and smiled with red eyes.

Gu Meiniang is already six years old, not as young and active as usual, but she still likes to play with Frisbee occasionally, likes to play with water, bathing is never a torment for her, and she can eat a big bowl of dog food.

Gu Laifu has grown long golden fur and is now bigger than his mother.I like walking, watching cartoons, and going to the park to admire other little bitches.

Two dogs clawed at the car door, wagging their tails desperately.Gu Yu stretched out his hand to touch their heads, and said softly: "Brother is gone, you have to take care of the house for him. Meiniang, you can't play in the water every day, you will catch a cold; Laifu, next time I come back, I want to see you as a Dad."

Mei Niang and Lai Fu licked his face desperately, wagging their tails very fast.

"Okay, be good," Gu Yu put their paws down the car window, and said to the driver, "Master, let's go."

The car started and drove away from the place where he lived.The summer and autumn cool wind poured in from the window, Gu Yu stretched out his hand to close the car window.

"Wow!" "Wow!"

He stopped what he was doing and looked back, Mei Niang and Lai Fu were chasing the car and running wildly behind, their ears and mouth trembling with the wind.

He leaned out the car window, waved to them, and shouted, "Go back!"

When I stretched out my hand, there was still a cry of "Wow Wang".Gu Yu's eyes were moist, he raised the car window, and said in a deep voice: "Master, please hurry up."

When the car stopped at a red light intersection, Gu Yu turned around and stared blankly for a long time, but finally there was no figure behind him.

He leaned against the car door, blinked, and shed tears silently. He quickly wiped them away, and the tears wet his cuffs.

The flight to Moscow departed immediately, and Chen Fangxu rested with his eyes closed.Gu Yu didn't feel sleepy, looking down at the earth from the small window.

His city, seen from a distance, is one circle after another, with rows of houses and criss-cross streets.In this land, it is peaceful and comfortable, and people love to talk, laugh, eat, play and get together.There are endless days to talk about, and there is no bullshit to brag about.

In every corner of this city, different stories are staged.From a high altitude, everything looks small.

They left, but many people in this city are still staying in their old places, struggling, struggling, expecting, and looking up.

Leaving the big theater, in the small showroom in the special school, the young dance teacher danced an unaccompanied dance.

In the room where many Buddhist scriptures were placed, the two cuddled and hugged each other, leaning against the head of the bed, whispering softly.

The boy who hated all the time seemed to grow up overnight.He left the lonely and dark room and sat in the waiting hall leaning on his luggage, feeling empty in his heart.

Yi Xianghan walked up to the roof, sat on an old chair, looked up at the plane departing smoothly in the sky, rushed out of the clouds, and drew a long line.

There were gentle footsteps behind her, she didn't look back, she reached out and tapped lightly on the table.

"They're all gone," Yi Xianghan said calmly, "That's fine, save me from worrying."

Leng Qing came over, leaned against the table, and sat beside her.Yi Xianghan leaned over, resting his head on his lap, staring at the plane far away in the sky.

His heart beat faster, he lowered his head silently, and his breathing became rapid.

Something fell coldly on his lap.Yi Xianghan took a deep breath and said in a hoarse voice, "Lonely, say something, it's too quiet."

"...Well," answered coldly, but didn't know what to say, so he called softly, "Yi Xianghan."

Yi Xianghan wiped his face, raised his head, and turned to look over.The two looked at each other.

Waves surged in the calm eyes.After a while, Leng Qing leaned over suddenly, and Yi Xianghan also moved closer, wrapping his hands around his neck.Between the blending lips and teeth, there was a long kiss.

At the door of the stairwell, there was only a cup of milk tea that was getting cold.Coconut milk sago dew, Yi Xianghan's "things for children".The wind made the plastic bag rustle.

Is five years a long time?Maybe.

In the long time of five years, some people have been waiting with promises that they don't know whether they will be fulfilled, some people have survived countless moments when they can't live, some people have found themselves in the ordinary passage of time, and some people have taken a brave step. In the first step, some people quietly quit.

In Moscow, which doesn't believe in tears, Gu Yu tasted all kinds of flavors, ups and downs.But none of it, tasted like home.

He met many new friends and heard many fresh stories.He has his most beloved mentor, and was surprised to find that he was also the mentor of Nikita who taught him in college.

He has been to many places and visited many scenic spots: Kremlin, Red Square, St. Basil's Cathedral, Arbat Street... He has taken countless photos in beautiful subway stations.

It just often feels like something is missing.A little less, something that belongs to him, is very important.

After finishing his master's degree and doctoral degree, he began to create his own working team.I spent a lot of money, and I was so poor that I had no food to eat at the most difficult time, but I always thought that it would be over after a while.

Gritting his teeth, those lights will still be on for him.

When Chen Fangxu worked with him, he also spent all his money, looking for people with good ability but not good brains to start a business with them.They are all stupid, a group of paranoid fools get together, have no money to go home during the Spring Festival, and make dumplings together in a foreign country.

At that time they were very happy, although they had nothing.

But don't young people have nothing if they have the best capital in the world?

Later, he went to the airport to pick up a person, an old friend.

Although he didn't want to admit it, he had to say that Guan Xiaoli hadn't changed at all.The clothes are still loose and trendy, and I like color-blocking shirts, which look like a fresh candy with the smell of orange soda.

She still has curly hair, wears sunglasses at night, and looks like "the whole world is so boring".

Oh, I was wrong, it was Guan Li, this name is not cute at all and does not fit his temperament.

Gu Yu rushed over and hugged him.Guan Xiaoli was stunned for a while, then hugged his waist tightly, and jokingly said: "It seems that you are having a bad time. Moscow doesn't believe in tears anymore?"

"Go away," Gu Yu let go of his hand, and walked forward side by side with him, "It feels like I haven't seen you for a long time. I've been busy these days, so I haven't found a house for you. Why don't you sleep in the studio for a night, and I'll go tomorrow Find it for you."

Guan Xiaoli was very puzzled, "I'll go to sleep at your house."

"Alright, I have a sofa at home." Gu Yu replied.

"Why should I sleep on the sofa?" Guan Xiaoli was even more puzzled, "Hey, do you know how much my original salary was?"

"Ah, okay, okay," Gu Yu waved his hand, "I didn't ask you to come."

"I'm going down the steps for you, otherwise you should beg me for the next step..." Guan Xiaoli said, reaching out to rub his hair vigorously.The two returned to their residence with laughter and noisiness, wrapped in the dust of a foreign land.

Every year on the day of the Spring Festival, Gu Yu would receive two large transfers.If you think about it with your ass, you can tell that it must be the father of the CEO who lacks everything but grabs a lot of money.

One summer when he returned to China, he told Gu Tianbai not to give him any more money, telling the kind of lies that every adult would tell, "I have enough money".

The president's father agreed, and after the Spring Festival, another sum of money will be transferred to the credit card.

Only then did he realize that it was not given to him by the same person.

Gu Yu asked many people one by one, and they all said that they did not transfer money to him.He had to believe who was watching him behind him.

This Moscow, which does not believe in tears, has started to snow again, and it is fluttering, fluttering, and the ground is chaotic.

At this moment, Gu Yu raised his head and stretched out his hand.A few snowflakes fell on his palm, icy and cool.

When I used to live in the south of China, I always wanted to go to a place with scorching sun and wind in summer and heavy snow in winter.In the five years since he came here, there was not a single day that he did not miss, the hometown of the warm and warm south, the breeze and the sweet spring.

He lowered his head, plugged in his earphones, and started playing a recent recording, which was very short and only had one sentence.

In the quiet night, only Jian Qiao from that day said softly, "Hey, Gu Xiaobao. You've finally graduated. Long time no see."

Gu Yu smiled, stopped, and pulled off the earphones.After thinking about it, he turned around suddenly.

The author has something to say: It can finally be sweet, but it suffocates me to death.

Today, the computer broke down for a few minutes. When I smashed the keyboard, I found that the input method didn’t remember people like Gu Yujianqiao. I typed several names, but it couldn’t remember them all.

It's like it hasn't been updated for a long time, and it says: "Hey, you bastard written by a rookie! I don't even have the slightest impression! Just update you every year!"