drink moonlight alone

ambiguous.

The ambiguity that can't hide is fermented in silence.

No matter how dull as Zhou Qingyan, at this moment, he could clearly feel that something called ambiguity, with blurred boundaries, reverberated between the two of them.For a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was the sticky atmosphere caused by the sudden summer wind, or his words were too abrupt.But after thinking about it, I can't find any discomfort in what I said. The love of family is also love, and the love of siblings is still love. So where does this uncomfortable feeling come from?

In the end, I can only blame it on my own guilty conscience.

"I mean……"

Zhou Qingyan just wanted to speak to break the weird and uncomfortable atmosphere, Zhou Weiyue chuckled first, he nodded in agreement and said, "Well, I love my brother very much."

It is better not to say these words, which makes him always feel that the meaning contained in it is strange and more ambiguous.But Zhou Qingyan only dared to say this to him from the bottom of his heart. To be honest, the paper window between the two of them might be a cement window, but Zhou Qingyan would puncture it.

Suddenly, an unexpected summer wind blew up, blowing away the fallen leaves at the feet and the paper in the time capsule, and even walked away with the poster that Zhou Qingyan didn't care much about.Fortunately, it was just a poster, something of commemorative value, such as the letter written by the two of them to themselves ten years later, Zhou Weiyue deftly pressed it under his palm, which saved him from the messy end.

After Yuan Island entered summer, the rainy days became more and more abundant. At that time, there seemed to be dark clouds in the sky again. Zhou Qingyan only glanced at it, then hurriedly put everything back into the biscuit box, and beckoned Zhou Weiyue to go back to the house up.

When grandma came back, Zhou Weiyue happened to be answering the phone in the yard. It seemed that she was calling from the veterinary hospital. She said there was something urgent, and she talked for several 10 minutes, as if it would not end for a while.Grandma greeted her, and without saying anything, she plunged into the kitchen with a vegetable basket in her hand, so that Zhou Qingyan didn't have a chance to confess to her that she failed the blind date, so she had no choice but to go back to her room.

The door of the old house was not locked, so Zhou Qingyan just closed it, sat on the edge of the bed, took out the crumpled and dilapidated letter, and spread it flat on his lap. "To myself ten years from now" is written crookedly. It is not as neat and powerful as it is now. It is very immature, but it still makes Zhou Qingyan laugh.

He remembered that in the summer when he was 14 years old, two half-sized children learned how to write letters in the TV series, and went to the town to buy letter paper with a sense of ritual. The two of them wrote with their backs to each other. The other party seemed to see it.In fact, if Zhou Qingyan thinks back, he can't remember what was written in it.The promised ten years, but when this letter reappeared, it was already 15 years later, and his mood was not as good as that of 25 years old.

Zhou Qingyan twirled the creased stationery, and suddenly struggled to think about what it would be like to be 25 years old.

At that time, my overseas career was already on the right track. I was working as a teaching assistant at a university affiliated to my mother’s research institute. I had seen the sunset at the far end of the Blue Ridge Highway, and I had seen the purple flowers that grew stubbornly from the barren turtle soil in Colorado Park. In the lively Times Square in New York, I listened to a piece of "Roman Holiday" played by a wandering poet, and drank DrPepper, which is rumored to be as famous as pesticide.Thinking about it this way, he seems to have traveled all over the country, seen every corner of the world, experienced the excitement and loneliness of the world, increased his experience, but also felt more lonely.At that time, Zhou Qingyan didn't understand where this spontaneous feeling came from, but now 30-year-old Zhou Qingyan does understand.

What one sees alone is called the world, and what two people see together is the future.

He still wants to walk in the snow with the person he likes, and see how he can't walk because of the snow; he also wants to taste all the delicious and bad food with the person he likes, and make a travel book. The food red and black list, I will go to this city for reference next time; I want that person more, to be a distinct figure in every corner of my future walk.

Suddenly, the little flower outside the window barked, Zhou Qingyan poked his head out, and saw Zhou Weiyue holding the phone with one hand, and pulling the wet trouser leg from Xiaohua's mouth with the other.He laughed silently, and when he came back to his senses, he was able to take a good look at this long-awaited letter.

"To myself ten years from now:

Hi, how are you?I am Zhou Qingyan, 14 years old.

Weiyue doesn’t want to write this letter even if he dies. I’ve tortured him for a long time before he wrote it. Please open this letter in the future, and make sure that Weiyue also opens this letter!Will you be in good health ten years from now?Don't let Weiyue worry about you anymore, because he whispers in my ear like an old lady every day, and I believe he will do it in ten years, so you have to cherish it.

I don't have any great dreams, I just hope that my parents will not be so busy ten years later and can go on a family trip with us; I hope that Weiyue and I can both enter the ideal middle school and university; if you haven't got a girlfriend yet Don't pay it, let me tell you, the school committee of the next class who is pestering Weiyue now is really annoying.

Weiyue often said that life does not need to be great, nor does it need to be a hero who saves the world, as long as one day he has someone he likes, he will become his home.So I hope that ten years from now, you will be an upright adult who dares to act, dare to love, dare to hate, and go forward bravely!Let me write here first, ten years later, I hope that Weiyue and I will be by each other's side. ——Qing Yan

After Zhou Qingyan finished reading, she stared at her name at the signature place and remained silent for a long time. After a while, she gently and slowly folded the letter paper back to its original shape and stuffed it back into the envelope.He looked out of the window, the dark clouds that had accumulated early in the morning had dissipated again, the sky was filled with bright red sunset glow, and the noise of cicadas in the endless summer was the best way to calm down one's body and mind, to sleep lazily into such a smoked wind In soft rain.

"Knock down."

When the muffled sound of knuckles knocking on the wooden door sounded, Zhou Qingyan had already put the letter into the carry-on bag, got up from the mattress of the soft couch, stretched, and let out a long breath, " Come in."

"Brother." Zhou Weiyue poked her head from behind the door, "What are you doing?"

"Read the letter."

""To myself ten years from now"?I haven't watched it yet. "Zhou Weiyue smiled, opened the door and walked in, but stopped not far from Zhou Qingyan, "What did my brother say ten years ago? "

Zhou Qingyan tilted his head and thought for a while, then blinked lazily: "Well, he said this letter is a secret."

"Damn." Zhou Weiyue smiled with her head down and her shoulders shrugged.

Zhou Qingyan was noncommittal: "Grandma asked you to call me for dinner? Let's go, grandma will shout that the food is cold again later."

After teasing Zhou Weiyue for a while, he was in a good mood, and with his back turned to the other party, the corner of his mouth curled into a smile that he was not afraid of seeing.Then when he walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, turned his head, and said to Zhou Weiyue: "Zhou Qingyan said ten years ago,"

"Zhou Qingyan in ten years' time must be brave to love."