Kiss the moon

Gu Xingle waited for Chen Qingxing to continue, but after saying this, Chen Qingxing concentrated on eating popsicles.

Gu Xingle waited so anxiously, he didn't know whether Chen Qingxing would continue talking, after hearing this sentence, he felt that this was already a very secret part of a person's heart.

Chen Qingxing, will you continue to tell yourself about those experiences that may not be so good?

In fact, it's normal not to say anything, after all, the two of them have nothing to do with each other.

But if you say it, what does it mean...

Gu Xingle was engrossed in his thoughts, and Chen Qingxing took the wooden stick from his hand to throw out the trash.When he saw Chen Qingxing walking towards him, Gu Xingle pulled away from his messy thoughts.

After Chen Qingxing sat down, Gu Xingle felt that he probably didn't estimate the distance between the two of them properly. He could even feel Chen Qingxing's body temperature through their clothes, which was warm and hot.

Going a little further, Gu Xingle felt that he could even feel the muscle lines on Chen Qingxing's arms.

After the incident in the taxi, Gu Xingle knew that he was a person with poor self-control, so he planned to move away quietly.

But as soon as he quietly opened up a little distance, Chen Qingxing just adjusted his sitting posture, and the two of them were next to each other again.

Gu Xingle was about to move again when Chen Qingxing spoke.

"After my mother left, my father changed."

Gu Xingle no longer made small movements, but also suppressed the twists and turns in her heart, and listened intently.

"They have known each other since they were teenagers, and they have always loved each other very much. Since childhood, our family has been the most envied family in the neighborhood. In my memory, the two of them have never blushed, and everything is discussed Come on, there is always a time to give in."

"Every time people say that our family is blessed, our husband and wife are loving, and our children do well in school, my dad will be very happy. He always seems to be very happy."

"After my mother passed away, my father was different from before, like an oil lamp without a wick."

"He doesn't smile anymore, and doesn't go out very much. Every day at home, he looks at the old photos and the letters between them. He often closes the door and talks to their wedding photos, just like talking with my mother before."

"Sometimes when he was cooking in the kitchen, he would suddenly call out 'Xiao Jin, peel some garlic for me!'"

"I won several national awards, and he was no longer happy when I got the qualification for recommendation. I think, in fact, only the love of husband and wife is what he wants. I go back from school to accompany him every day, but he rarely talks to me. say."

"Once someone told him that my mother had been gone for several years, and told him to look forward to living a good life. He got into a fight with someone and was injured in the hospital."

"Since then he has become increasingly paranoid."

"The first time I noticed he had a wound on his wrist was on my mum's birthday. There was gauze all over the wound and I asked him why when I re-wrapped it, he said 'I forgot to buy your mum a cake, I have to buy it before I go to see her, so I just wrapped it casually'."

"But in fact, I want to ask why he has to leave when his mother is gone."

"I also want to ask if he is really only reluctant to let go of his mother, but he is very reluctant to let go of me."

"One time when I came home, I saw him picking up a fruit knife to cut his wrist, so I rushed up to stop him, but the knife was confiscated, and I was accidentally injured, and the scar has remained until now." Speaking of this, Gu Xingle glanced at Chen Qingxing's left index finger gently stroking the scar.

"It was later diagnosed as severe depression."

"I took a long vacation and stayed with him at home every day."

"But that day, the nanny asked for leave temporarily, and I went downstairs to take out the trash, and when I went back, he was no longer at home." Chen Qingxing paused, "After I finished throwing out the trash and entered the unit building, he jumped down."

Gu Xingle felt a throbbing pain in his heart. He felt that Chen Qingxing beside him was not so calm anymore. The muscles on his right arm gradually tensed, his brows were frowning, his lips were tightly pursed, and the nail of his right thumb was pressing against the second finger of his index finger. on a knuckle.

Gu Xingle could see that he was pinching herself, and almost without thinking, she stretched out her hand and pulled his right hand over, and gently touched the pinched mark on his index finger with her own fingers, trying to smooth it out.

Feeling Chen Qingxing's fingers move slightly, Gu Xingle reacted and wanted to withdraw his hand to pretend nothing happened, but Chen Qingxing had already held his left hand backhand.

Gu Xingle raised his head suddenly, and saw that Chen Qingxing was not looking at himself, but was still looking at the front.

Following his gaze, Gu Xingle saw a couple blowing bubbles not far away, and two children chasing and laughing beside them. The picture was beautiful and warm.

"When I was young, my parents often took me to the park to play, bask in the sun, and fly kites. Every time I asked them to buy sugar paintings for me to eat, and the afternoon passed without knowing it."

Chen Qingxing relaxed, leaned on the back of the chair, put his left hand on the side, and held Gu Xingle's right hand on his right leg.

Gu Xingle felt that Chen Qingxing should need someone to comfort him at this time, so he held his hand. He obviously felt sorry for him, but he was like a robber taking advantage of the fire, still blushing because of his action.

"You're not wrong," Gu Xingle moved his hand, and Chen Qingxing thought he wanted to break free, so he relaxed.

But Gu Xingle didn't withdraw her hand, but made her palm face to face with Chen Qingxing's, stretched out her fingers to overlap Chen Qingxing's, and clasped them together.

"Uncle's departure is not your fault."

Chen Qingxing felt the slight force exerted by Gu Xingle's hand, and he knew that he wanted to comfort himself.

"He left me a letter, telling me not to blame myself. He said that he just missed my mother so much, and it was the first time they had been separated for so long and hadn't seen each other."

Gu Xingle didn't know what to say. There was no trace of his father in his memory. A person who never had a father really didn't know how to comfort a person who lost his father because of his mother's death.

He just held his hand, quietly passed on a little bit of his strength, and quietly accompanied him, hoping to make him feel comforted and accompanied.

Gu Xingle remembered that there was a candy painting at the next site. Last time Liu Dajie saw it and wanted to buy one, but he was afraid that passers-by would laugh at him at such an age and eat something that children like. Gu Xingle took the opportunity to agree and mocked him. Liu Dajie I didn't buy it.

Gu Xingle let go, stood up and said to Chen Qingxing, "Let's go, or we won't be able to finish the ride."

Chen Qingxing also stood up, with his right hand hanging by his side, his thumb gently rubbed the index finger that still had Gu Xingle's warmth, "Okay."

This time, Gu Xingle took the bike first, but he didn't ride in front anymore. He stepped on the pedal when Chen Qingxing was ready. From time to time, he used his peripheral vision to pay attention to the position between Chen Qingxing and himself, and controlled the speed so that the two cars were side by side. go ahead.

After passing a straight road, Gu Xingle noticed that there were no other bicycles in front of him, so he distractedly turned his head to look at the sea.

When the breeze blows, the ripples are lifted, and the sun pours on the sea, and the ripples become shiny, like candy wrappers collected when I was a child.

"Mr. Chen, look, the sea is shining, doesn't it look like that kind of beautiful colored sugar paper?"

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"I was very impressed." Gu Xingle looked at the road carefully. "When I was a child, I especially liked that kind of shiny colorful candy paper. Many students around me used them to make stars. I want to do it too, but I don't have that kind of candy at home."

"So I went to pick it up on the road. Although people were not very environmentally conscious at that time, many children liked that kind of candy wrappers, so I couldn't pick up many. It took more than three months to collect [-] pieces."

"I used them to make a small box of stars for my mother, but a classmate snatched them at school."

"I told him that it is bad behavior to steal other people's things, and he said, 'I did something disobedient and my dad will naturally punish me. If you feel wronged, let your dad come to my dad.'"

Gu Xingle didn't know why he brought up such a trivial matter, and he didn't know why he still remembered that sentence after so long.

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