drink moonlight alone

Zhou Qingyan dreamed of the scene ten years ago after a long absence.

The year he left was the spring of 2010, which was originally a calm, windless and sunny spring day.But at the end of the memory, only the earthquake in Chile affected his state of California, and deafening tsunami sirens sounded in the coastal cities. Zhou Qingyan vaguely remembered asking his roommate if he needed to take refuge, and the blond and blue-eyed How did the teenager answer?He said that he lighted the cigarette in the corner of his mouth indifferently, took a long breath, and said——

"Maybe you should think about it, if you were going to die in the next second, who would you say goodbye to?"

At that time Zhou Qingyan left without saying goodbye, it could even be said that he left in embarrassment, and he didn't even have a reason to perfuse Zhou Weiyue.At least Zhou Weiyue thought so at the beginning, so they broke off contact, and the chat history of the software stayed on March 2010, 3. Two days before he went abroad, Zhou Weiyue sent a message to ask him if he could present flowers for himself at the university graduation ceremony this year.

The bouquet of white lilies that was agreed at the end was taken by Zhou Qingyan to the other side of the ocean thousands of miles away, and lost its vitality and withered into a bookmark on the title page of an anthology of poems.But Zhou Qingyan still kept it, sandwiched in the light in Neruda's memory, mixed with misty clouds and smoke, and in the silent pond; he didn't have the leaves full of spring to store the voice of his lover, and the terrified bonfire around him We can only burn wet dead branches, and wandering souls have nowhere to look for delicate and blooming hyacinths.

Zhou Qingyan always thought that Zhou Weiyue was everything to him, until he realized the feelings he shouldn't have, so he gave up everything, leaving only the withered white lily.

Zhou Qingyan woke up with a headache.After a rare shower, he had his first cold in the coming spring. Even in the days when the spring was cold, his body was as firm as steel. People really have to succumb to the passing of time. Nothing like it used to be.

He got up from the bed in a daze, sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed for a while, and looked at the light leaking in from the open window.Zhou Qingyan raised her palms to her forehead and thought, the fate of people is really tougher than imagined, even if the choice makes each other part ways, if fate is tied, they will return to the original point and meet again after going around.

Of course, in the final analysis, it is still due to his hypocritical reluctance. He obviously said goodbye at the intersection, but always hoped that Zhou Weiyue would appear on the opposite corner when the green light flickered and then turned on.

He managed not to miss the first class at the Buddha University, and stayed in the office all afternoon in a daze. When Zhou Qingyan raised his head from the crook of his arms, the figure looking at his best friend almost became a double image.

"What wind brought you here?" Zhou Qingyan laughed feebly.

Jian Rong listened to his inexplicably hoarse voice and said, "I wanted to congratulate you on joining our Buddha University, but it seems that you have already celebrated it? Who did you spend the night with?"

"What are you thinking about? If you want passion, you must be passionate about the teaching plan." Zhou Qingyan rubbed his forehead and murmured, his voice was uncomfortably hoarse, and speaking louder seemed to swallow the sun like mints into his throat, scorching it hot, "Hey , go and get me a thermometer."

Jian Rong took a long time to find a thermometer for Fang Lanqing, but muttered in his mouth: "Why are you dying, do you have a cold? Did you get caught in the rain yesterday?"

"Tsk, how old is your lord, let me tell you, after twenty-five years old, it's not the same as before."

The thermometer beeped, Zhou Qingyan looked at the high temperature displayed above, and shook his head noncommittally.

"No, um," he smiled at Jian Rong, "I just had a hot pot meal with my brother, and then went home and took a cold shower."

Upon hearing this, Jian Rong folded her arms and fell silent.It is true that, as best friends, the friendship between Jian Rong and Zhou Qingyan dates back to the third year of high school.At that time, Jian Rong and Zhou Qingyan couldn't stick to the words "friends", let alone buddies.Jian Rong likes Zhou Weiyue, and after falling in love at first sight, she only takes Zhou Weiyue with her like a sticky candy.

At that time, there was a saying in the school that Zhou Weiyue was Zhou Qingyan's little tail, and Jian Rong was Zhou Weiyue's little tail.

Young and ignorant, arrogant and arrogant at the age of seventeen or eighteen, Jian Rong was extremely dissatisfied with Zhou Weiyue's eyes and heart, but she couldn't take revenge on her admirer, so she could only vent her anger on Zhou Qingyan, making a big fight Zhou Qingyan was blocked by the school bully like a child.Zhou Qingyan was also calm, and calmly raised his eyelids to look at Jian Rong, who was only half a head taller than himself, and said calmly, "What do you like about Zhou Weiyue?"

With her waist in her hands, Jian Rong said to him confidently: "Face!"

Hearing this, Zhou Qingyan smiled very lightly, but it was not a contemptuous smile, it was just an expression without any emotion.It was also the first time for Jian Rong to feel that Zhou Qingyan was not as calm and elegant as she appeared.Then he heard Zhou Qingyan say to him: "Those who like Zhou Weiyue's face, counting you are No. 70 three,"

"And I like everything about him."

Jian Rong has never seen such a straightforward and unafraid declaration. Now that he is willing to say this to a stranger, he must either give him 500 million yuan, or he will love him so much that he will kill him.

After that, Zhou Qingyan became Jian Rong's worship object. He was no longer Zhou Weiyue's little tail. Like Zhou Weiyue, he became Zhou Qingyan's little tail, and he was the only one who knew that Zhou Qingyan had a heart. A person who has been secretly in love for many years.

Jian Rong sighed, took the thermometer and yelled: "How dare you ask Zhou Weiyue to meet? Why, after many years abroad, I finally figured out that it is better to be willing to come back for a long time than a short time.

"It's not that you have a fever of 39 degrees! What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and go back to the doctor for an IV!"

"No, I decided to chase him." Zhou Qingyan squinted his eyes and said in a broken voice, "Since you can't let go, why not try to fight for it as you said before."

"I don't care whether you want to fight or give up, but you should go back to see a doctor immediately!" Jian Rong said bitterly.

Zhou Qingyan hesitated: "I still have a sophomore class later."

"Hey." Jian Rong fiddled with the tablet and responded, "It's a small matter, I'll help you substitute for the class."

Zhou Qingyan couldn't hold back Jianrong, his best friend could talk a lot of nonsense, so he nodded obediently and agreed.