drink moonlight alone

Good guy.

Zhou Qingyan's smile was intensified by Zhou Weiyue's pony feet. He buried his head in the pillow in a good mood, held up his mobile phone and sent, "Okay."

"very nice."

Zhou Weiyue sent such a sentence inexplicably, Zhou Qingyan was in a daze and doubted, and couldn't help typing a question mark.

"What a nice thing."

"It's great to have a drink with you, brother." This dialogue quickly jumped out of a "puppy grievance" emoticon package that didn't match his image, "I wish I could drink better."

"It's okay." Zhou Qingyan said.

"We can do a lot of things together besides drinking."

After hesitating for a while and sending it out, Zhou Qingyan hurriedly held his mobile phone as if he was facing an enemy. He never thought that he would just send Zhou Weiyue such a blunt and straightforward message.Although the content was not over the top, but because of his impure thoughts and guilty conscience, he pressed the undo button without even thinking about it, and secretly prayed that Zhou Weiyue would not see his news.

Sure enough, Zhou Weiyue quickly replied with a question mark, as if curious to withdraw something, Zhou Qingyan had no choice but to pretend nothing happened, and calmly sent him back an irrelevant conversation.

This conversation reached the third watch, Zhou Qing’s boat was exhausted, and he started driving early in the morning when the sun was up, and he was stuck on the expressway for several hours, and what followed was a long and insane Boring in the meeting, at this moment his head was sticking to the pillow, his eyes were already half-closed, and he felt drowsy.Zhou Qingyan couldn't remember what he sent to Zhou Weiyue in a hazy state. He forced his eyes open, got out of bed, closed the door and window of the hotel room, closed the curtains tightly, and turned off the TV. Then lie back in bed again.The increasingly sleepy eyes can only support Zhou Qingyan to distinguish the keyboard. Zhou Qingyan has no time to take care of whether there are any mistakes in the input words. He finally finished typing the consultation and pressed the send button a second before he fell asleep. .

"I'll be home tomorrow evening."

When Zhou Qingyan's Corolla drove past the toll booth at the intersection of Yixing City and Foshi City, the misty and obscure sky began to pile up lead clouds that overwhelmed the mountains and blocked out the sun.The radio channel has a new anchor. It is no longer the female anchor with a sweet and charming voice earlier, but a male anchor who is so serious that he can speak well. As far as he is concerned It is said that the rainfall rate in Buddha City today is [-]%, but this is the last rainy season in Buddha City after the dog days in the dreary summer. After that, the temperature will drop sharply within two days.

This simply means that summer is almost over.

Recalling Xia Tian, ​​after exhaustively searching around his head, Zhou Weiyue's figure was everywhere.Zhou Qingyan thought to herself that she was really worthless, she was thinking of him when she looked at the gentle wind and drizzle, she was also thinking of him in the four seasons, Xingyue, and even the firewood, rice, oil and salt, she was still thinking about him, but these endless secrets will probably only stop today.When he goes back, he will confess to Zhou Weiyue, whether the result is good or bad, and his secret love will go away with Chang Xia.

Back in Foshi, Zhou Qingyan didn't think much about it, but when he came back to his senses, the car had already parked in front of the First Building of Foshi City.The crowd in the lobby was noisy, and elites in suits and leather shoes walked out surrounded by elites in twos and threes. It was only when Zhou Qingyan rubbed shoulders that he remembered that he seemed to be the current mayor of Buddha City—but these important national events were nothing in the eyes of ordinary people like him. Trivial.The elevator door closed to isolate the noisy conversation, Zhou Qingyan subconsciously raised her hand and pressed the case on the 12th floor.It was only at this moment that he realized that the elevator had changed. Next to the "13" button, there was a titanium alloy inlaid tongue-out dog logo, and next to the "[-]" one step up, there was a red cross symbolizing the hospital.

Probably just like myself who was confused a few months ago, there are too many people who always go to the wrong floor.

Zhou Qingyan curled the corners of his mouth just like that, pressed the doorbell, and watched Wen Muqing walk up to him in a big white coat, wrapped in a faint scent of gardenia perfume, colliding with the pine woody scent of Cerruti on his body , mixed with the pungent smell of chemical liquid from the animal hospital, and I feel a little uncomfortable because of my dull sense of smell caused by taking asthma medicine for many years.

Wen Muqing didn't know anything about it. When he saw Zhou Qingyan, he just raised his meticulously drawn eyebrows in a little surprise, and spoke in a foggy way through the mask: "Zhou Weiyue's brother, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Zhou Qingyan nodded, he didn't mean to play Tai Chi with Wen Muqing, and directly expressed his intention, "I'm here to find Weiyue."

"What a coincidence."

Hearing this, Zhou Qingyan asked suspiciously, "Is he busy?"

"No, he asked for leave in the afternoon and went back. He said he had something important to do. Really, Senior Fu and I are too busy at the time of the season change, and he still asked for leave." Wen Muqing waved to him, hugging a Although she was talking about complaining, she spoke in a soft voice, which made her more delicate and charming.

"Did he not say anything?" By the time Zhou Qingyan came to his senses, he had already expressed his doubts, but his verbal words were not WeChat messages, so it was too late to withdraw them now.

Wen Muqing raised his head and thought for a while, then squinted his almond eyes slyly, and beckoned to Zhou Qingyan for him to come over.Even though Zhou Qingyan is very resistant to Wen Muqing's identity as Zhou Weiyue's ex-girlfriend, in the final analysis, human curiosity is always ready to stir when it should be the least of it.So he loosened his waist a bit, bent down, but kept a certain distance from Wen Muqing.

"He hugged a bouquet of flowers this morning. After being teased by Mr. Fu, he confessed that he wanted to give it away."

"I'm thinking about it, maybe I'm going to meet my lover?"

lovers?

Zhou Weiyue doesn't have a date at the moment, and Zhou Qingyan is well aware of this, so buying flowers is a whim?Or is it something else?Or did he not remember that he said last night that he came back from Yixing City today, and he had another invitation?Zhou Qingyan had no way of knowing these things, and he never imagined whether the bouquet was given to him.Saying farewell to Wen Muqing hastily, Zhou Qingyan stood at the bottom of the building and went to call Zhou Weiyue, but the busy tone still rang after repeated "beeps". So go back home first, wait for Zhou Weiyue to be free later, and then find a restaurant to hold a long talk.

After all, he really wasn't in a hurry these few hours.

No matter how long and endless 12 years, Bodie, who seemed to be in an endless distance, he walked over smelling the sound of footsteps.When traveling in the past, Zhou Qingyan once met an old man wearing a dilapidated cassock and a gray beard. He said that the Pan-American Highway is so long that many people will go home because of the lack of surrounding scenery.But only at the end, can we get a glimpse of the beautiful and mysterious scene at the end of countless cities.

So when Zhou Qingyan held an umbrella and walked towards the door of the apartment, stepping on the camphor leaves that had been watered by the rain all over the ground, the splashed water stains hung stubbornly on the trousers, and the rain fell one after another and slanted On the umbrella surface, it is as clear and gentle as Schubert's peaceful serenade.He moved the tip of his nose, smelling the unique smell of damp grass and trees in late summer, but suddenly noticed something different.

It seems to be the sourness of nostalgia after the figs have been corrupted, and the milky fragrance that has been washed away by the rain is almost indiscernible.

He eagerly looked forward to pulling back the umbrella that blocked his sight, and then saw Zhou Weiyue.He was standing under the blue-tiled gazebo built by the apartment to shelter from the rain, holding a bouquet of vibrant flowers in one hand, and teasing the stray dog ​​at his feet with the other. He stood upright as always, with the white shirt on his left shoulder stained. After soaking in water, a little skin was sticking to her body with wetness, and raindrops were also hanging on the lenses, but she still looked contented.

People, things, scenes, and everything are very much like the late spring that made the rusty gears in his heart turn again.

The street lamp flickered twice, then lit up above Zhou Qingyan's head, and Zhou Weiyue also looked at him.When the four eyes met, Zhou Qingyan was thinking in a trance, he seemed to see the end of the Pan-American Highway, and saw the surging love that almost drowned him, suffocated, but was so sweet.

The author says:

Unexpectedly procrastinated, the next chapter really confessed