drink moonlight alone

Zhou Weiyue followed the sound and walked over in the dark. He could only be thankful that this was his home and there were no extra decorations or furniture, so that even if there was only darkness in his sight, he could walk freely just by touching the walls, and quickly walked quickly. When I came to the bathroom, I knocked on the door with my knuckles bent, "Brother? Are you okay?"

"It's okay—" Zhou Qingyan's voice was a little blurry in the pouring rain through the door.Then he pushed the door and went out, squinting his eyes at the abnormally glaring light on Zhou Weiyue's phone in the dark, "What happened? Power outage?"

"It should be tripped. This building is a bit old, and the circuit is not very strong." Zhou Weiyue replied after turning on the flashlight.

Zhou Qingyan laughed helplessly: "Fortunately, I haven't started taking a bath yet."

"Brother, take a photo for me." Zhou Weiyue stuffed the phone into Zhou Qingyan's hand, "I'll go and see the switch."

When Zhou Qingyan held the mobile phone to illuminate Zhou Weiyue, and the latter stepped on the small stool neatly and pushed up the main cable that was pressed inside the switch, all the lights in the room were turned on in an instant, and the sight was bright.At that time, there was still thunder outside, one after another, low as a mute, without a hit, which made Zhou Qingyan a little frightened, for fear that the bathroom would be electrified.So much so that it took quite a while, and when the thunder faded away, he turned around and went back to the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

It was already a quarter past ten when Zhou Qingyan came out of the shower.Before that, he spent more than ten minutes facing the T-shirt full of Zhou Weiyue's smell, and he was a little at a loss. , You can also feel the fresh and slightly milky fragrance when you smell it carefully.

Just realizing that this will blend with her own scent, Zhou Qingyan couldn't help clutching the shirt tightly and her heart beat endlessly.

Too useless.While complaining secretly in her heart, Zhou Qingyan put the T-shirt on her body, and waited until she calmed down, making sure that the tips of her thin ears were not reddened at all, and opened the bathroom door only after revealing her emotions.

The news on the built-in TV in the living room has already finished broadcasting, and at this moment, a classic costume drama from many years ago is playing, and there is no other sound except for the quarrel between the male and female protagonists.Zhou Qingyan subconsciously felt that Zhou Weiyue might have gone back to the bedroom, so he went out directly, and when he saw Zhou Weiyue lying on the sofa from the corner of his eyes, his hand wiping his wet hair couldn't help but pause.

One hand is bent behind his head, the other hand is holding the mobile phone on his lower abdomen, his left leg is stretched out straight and just touched the armrest of the sofa, and the other foot is bent; his glasses are crooked across the bridge of his nose On the top, the long eyelashes that grow distinctly after closing are covered - Zhou Weiyue obviously fell asleep subconsciously, and didn't even bother to take off her glasses.The little orange cat slipped out of the storage room, and was squatting on the coffee table at that time, looking at the sleeping Zhou Weiyue for a while, and calling out "Mimi" softly for Zhou Qingyan who rushed over.Zhou Qingyan smiled, stretched out her fingertips to stroke the three white hairs on its forehead, and made a silent gesture with it. She didn't care if it understood or not, but she was amused by her seriousness.

Miraculously, Zhou Qingyan did not make a sound to wake up Zhou Weiyue.At that time, it was still windy and rainy outside the window, and the glass windows were blown loudly. Fortunately, the air conditioner was turned on in the room to avoid the humidity brought by the rainy season, but it could not isolate the continuous noise.Hearing the sound of rain, Zhou Qingyan squatted down, put her hands on her knees, and carefully looked at Zhou Weiyue's sleeping face.It's not that he didn't see it and thought it was rare, when he was drunk last time, he had already taken advantage of the fire to rob, and read all the copies owed for 12 years at once, if Zhou Qingyan wanted to tell him, he didn't know why.

Zhou Qingyan thought, maybe everyone in the world is the same, when you like someone, even his sleeping appearance will make you feel cute.

So Zhou Qingyan leaned down and got very close, even the breaths of each other were inseparably intertwined, Zhou Weiyue's body smell, pores, slightly green stubble, and mossy moles on the corners of her eyes Even the chapped skin on the lips due to dryness can be clearly seen.

Then he closed his eyes and kissed the corner of Zhou Weiyue's mouth.

Both light and slow.

The touch of the lips is warm and dry, even if they are about to leave, it is like sparks falling into the vast wilderness, igniting a boundless wildfire, lighting up a large piece of beautiful and graceful scene.Zhou Qingyan didn't know how long the kiss lasted, maybe it wasn't too long, because the plot on the TV was like in memory, and he could barely skip a few lines, but he just felt like he had spent countless years. Accompanied from childhood to adulthood, 12 years of celibacy and longing, and every year of the rest of my life.

It is these countless hours and thousands of trials and tribulations of love, piled up into a mountain of courage, like the determination of a peregrine falcon to its prey without hesitation.

"Meow--"

The little orange cat tugged at Zhou Qingyan's trouser legs and yelped loudly, only then did she regain Zhou Qingyan's sanity.

He raised his head and evacuated suddenly like an electric shock, sat paralyzed on the ground, and involuntarily stroked the place where Zhou Weiyue's lips touched with his fingertips just now, his hands trembled unbearably, and he couldn't even support his body to stand up. nor.

All his courage was exhausted on that guilty kiss, and he regretted his impulse a little, but he was willing to do so much.

The rain outside seems to be a little less, and it seems to be gone, but Zhou Qingyan suddenly felt that he could clearly hear the rattling sound of the air-conditioning engine due to its old age, and the tinkling sound when the keys of the neighbors opposite Zhou Weiyue’s house collided, The ticking sound of residual water dripping from the sink into the dishes, and the thumping sound of his left chest—it was deafening.

After a while, he seemed to have regained his strength, stood up with the fluffy cotton blanket on his back, fled back to the guest room staggeringly, closed the door softly, leaned against the door in embarrassment and slowly slide.Zhou Qingyan bent her legs and buried her head in it.

The dishes hadn't been washed, the kitten hadn't been put back in its cage, the TV hadn't been turned off, and the door hadn't been locked in time.Zhou Qingyan closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to focus on those insignificant trivial matters, but he was thinking about it, but what he was thinking about was not waking Zhou Weiyue up, so sleeping like this is easy to catch a cold, no matter how bad it is... It's also good for him to take a blanket.

"It's over." Zhou Qingyan murmured sullenly, covering his face.

There is no other summer that will be as memorable as this summer - the continuous plum rain drips from the eaves and hits the ground, like the drumbeat of a certain fate; the sound of my heartbeat is like one after another. Going up the pass that is torn apart by the night, weaving the September summer night; the hidden heartbeat is hidden in the name under the graffiti of the ballpoint pen, and the love of 30-year-old Fusheng will be remembered wet and sweaty.