drink moonlight alone

With things on his mind, it is inevitable that there will be long nights and many dreams. Zhou Qingyan couldn't sleep well in the second half of the night. A misty dream repeated, which disturbed him all night.Fortunately, Zhou Weiyue obviously couldn't sleep well. After being woken up by his repeated turning over for unknown times, she wrapped her arms around Zhou Qingyan, imprisoned Zhou Qingyan in her arms, and patted him on the back rhythmically like coaxing a child—magic What's more, Zhou Qingyan could just smell each other's heartbeats, and there was no dream in the long night.

When I opened my eyes in the morning, it was only 06:30, and the other side of the overlapping mountains had just turned white, as if ink had been poured on it inadvertently, hidden behind the silky clouds.Zhou Weiyue was not by her side, only the crumpled sheets on the side of the bed and the faint warmth that was about to dissipate under the uncovered quilt showed that there was a body lingering here not long ago, Zhou Qingyan rubbed In the blink of an eye, I touched the glasses on the bedside table, folded the temples and put them on the bridge of my nose, and then my sight regained clarity, only then did I see clearly that there was an undetectable small gap in the back door held by the chain in the room.

Zhou Qingyan walked over on tiptoe, lifted the gauze curtain, and a layer of mottled and dazzling gold jumped onto his white instep. Zhou Qingyan followed the sunlight to see where Zhou Weiyue's back was facing the light. It fell firmly into his eyes.With a smile on his face, Zhou Qingyan walked over, shoulder to shoulder with him, watching Zhou Weiyue smoking a cigarette in Rao Qu but silently.

"Really, how many cigarettes have you smoked?"

Zhou Weiyue was taken aback by his question, and subconsciously replied, "One."

"Will you smell of smoke all over you?"

"...five." Zhou Weiyue knew she was wrong, and lowered her head like a scoundrel who had been criticized, but Zhou Qingyan clearly felt that if he had a tail, the one that hung down at this moment must be the big furry tail. tail.

"Brother, don't get me wrong, I smoke simply because I'm bored, not because of other things." Zhou Weiyue clamped Zhou Qingyan's bony wrist in a hurry, looking at him with extremely sincere eyes, "Really."

In order to deepen the credibility, the last two words were added in the place of 300 taels of no silver here.

But he may have long forgotten that he once said that he has no addiction to cigarettes. How can people who have no addiction to cigarettes smoke to pass the time because they are bored?What's more, Zhou Weiyue's blue and dark circles under his eyes have already been revealed. After putting himself to sleep in the second half of the night, he must either not sleep well, or stay up all night.

But Zhou Qingyan saw it through and didn't say it. He just followed him and grabbed his hand, exerted a little force, and lifted the hands of the two people into the air, and leaned forward a little bit, and his thin lips opened an undetectable slit. Stop the cigarette holder.

Zhou Qingyan exhaled the smoke ring, watched it dissipate into the air from nothing to nothing, and then smiled and kissed Zhou Weiyue a spicy and bitter kiss full of tobacco, "Well, I believe you."

At [-]:[-] in the morning, the mist will not dissipate, adding to the street a hazy look like a tulle. It is still early, and for those who are accustomed to life in the towns and cities, it is time for the recovery of everything in a day, so that the corners of the streets Everywhere in the alleys is filled with the smoke of burning coal at the breakfast shop, the yelling of old street vendors mixed with local accents, and the roar of fishing boats on the wharf.

The breakfast was simple, and the two chose rice rolls from a shop with little impression. It probably opened in the town in the past few years. The proprietress was a stranger but she was very familiar. Zhang Dongzi sat aside and chatted with the two of them about some homely gossip.Zhou Qingyan responded one by one, although he was not perfunctory, he was not enthusiastic, and he followed the rules everywhere and couldn't get a trace of innocence in the conversation.Until Zhou Weiyue interrupted, she settled the bill quickly, and then pulled Zhou Qingyan out of the sausage noodle shop.

"What's the matter with you?" Zhou Qingyan looked at Zhou Weiyue's hastily walking, like the back of the proprietress fleeing like a scourge, and asked with a smile involuntarily.

"No," Zhou Weiyue turned around and shook her head, "It's just that you are in a better mood, don't be disturbed by insignificant people."

Zhou Qingyan said "Oh" noncommittally, and raised her hand to smooth the back of Zhou Weiyue's head like rubbing a puppy.

"I promise you."

Zhou Weiyue tilted her head in doubt: "What?"

"It was agreed that the frowning will stop yesterday, and today we must be happy."

On the way to the county hospital, he happened to pass by a fruit shop. Zhou Qingyan wanted to buy some seasonal crispy dates for grandma, which she liked, so he stopped. Brother, backhand put several more apples and oranges into the plastic bag.Zhou Qingyanfu politely smiled and agreed, but the boss asked why he didn't see Zhou Weiyue.

Only then did Zhou Qingyan turn around, headed to the small shop that could be seen at a glance, and then looked around at the deserted street behind him, but he didn't see Zhou Weiyue in a daze.With doubts in his heart and a heavy plastic bag in his left hand, Zhou Qingyan took out his mobile phone, just about to dial the quick top number, when his left hand lightly lightened, and it fell into his arms instead, a bouquet full of vitality bloomed. Bright bouquet.

"This..." Zhou Qingyan squinted dazedly, and then looked at Zhou Weiyue who was calm.

"Ah, it's honeysuckle."

"I'm not asking you this," Zhou Qingyan said helplessly, "I'm asking why you suddenly bought me flowers?"

"I just found out that there is a flower shop opposite the fruit shop. I bought a perfume lily for grandma, and then I saw it. I think you should like it." Zhou Weiyue walked slowly beside Zhou Qingyan, raising her hand to fiddle with the yellow lily. White petals, "How should I put it, I want to send you a bunch of flowers, not just a bunch of flowers."

"What do you mean?" Zhou Qingyan hugged the flower in her arms and pressed her body tighter.

Zhou Weiyue winked at Zhou Qingyan slyly, "Well, it's a secret."

Until after that, Zhou Qingyan suddenly recalled one day that those bouquets sent by Zhou Weiyue had already withered in the passage of time and became a lot of dried flowers he sandwiched on the title page of "Flying Bird Collection", Zhou Qingyan finally learned that, The flower language of honeysuckle is "dedicate love to you with all my heart", and I finally realized how deep love is condensed in Zhou Weiyue's understatement.

I want to send you a bouquet of flowers, not just a bouquet of flowers, but my full-bodied, unspoken love.