drink moonlight alone

Zhou Qingyan never expected that the first thing she saw when she came to the hospital were her parents who had been away for a long time.

My mother is over fifty years old, but her face is ruddy and charming without makeup, and she exudes a ladylike demeanor of golden branches and jade leaves all over her body. Even if her face is expressionless, she just dignifiedly clasped her hands in front of her body, and she looks gentle and graceful. The charm is still there; my father wears a three-piece suit as always, Cheng Liang’s leather shoes, combed with hairspray so that there is not a single strand of hair on his forehead. It is engraved with fine lines, but it is still so clear that it seems that everything can be seen with just one glance.

The two stood next to each other, not showing intimacy, but not losing intimacy.

Zhou Qingyan's parents were married in free love. At that time, it can be said to be a very shocking thing.In the final analysis, during the period of the Republic of China, when the family was right, the mother who was born in Baoyi and the returnee father who had read poetry and books since childhood, no matter how you look at it, they couldn’t even be right.But the motivated mother studied diligently and tenaciously, and was admitted to the same university as her father, and only then did she have a good story of acquaintance, acquaintance, and love.As for this lengthy story, full of the color of the times, Zhou Qingyan's ears were callused from listening to her grandma's chatter since she was a child.

Later, his parents' research was on the right track, but they were pregnant with Zhou Qingyan at the most opportune time. His mother chose to respect life and he was born into this world.Although she always neglected to care because of work, her mother's love for her was not affected by distance and illness at all; on the contrary, it was her father, Zhou Qingyan didn't know when, maybe he criticized her feelings for Zhou Weiyue, When he was the most sensitive and rebellious age, he began to fear, and subconsciously encouraged himself to bravely rebel against his father.

"Dad, Mom." Zhou Qingyan's eyes wandered, and she subconsciously shifted her weight back, leaning on Zhou Weiyue's arm that was always on her waist.

The mother didn't react yet, but the father seemed to have noticed the secret behavior of the two with sharp eyes, and stepped forward with his brows furrowed.At the same time, Zhou Qingyan didn't expect that Zhou Weiyue would realize it one step ahead of him, pass him, and hide half of his body behind him.

"Snapped--"

Zhou Qingyan stared blankly, watching his father's slap firmly on the left side of Zhou Weiyue's face, and there was a thunderous sound that exploded at the base of the ear, and the buzzing tinnitus was agitating deep in the eardrum.

"Dad!" He tried to pull Zhou Weiyue with trembling hands, but he held it tightly into his palm without changing his expression, conveying a warm and reassuring temperature, "What are you doing?!"

The father slapped Zhou Weiyue on the face, but Zhou Qingyan's heart was drained of the blood and air flowing inside as if it had been replaced, and was pinched tightly by a big hand, unable to move or jump.But Zhou Weiyue seemed to stay out of it, his footsteps were not staggered, and his expression was just as indifferent as before, neither happy nor sad nor angry - but his glasses were a little crooked, hanging on the bridge of his nose askew. Can't fall.

The mother was obviously also taken aback, and was taken aback for a while. After a while, she came back to her senses, stepped on her high heels, and held her father's clenched hand, "Zhou Jinrong, what are you doing?"

"Look at these two shameless things." The father's eyes were wide open, and his words trembled.

The mother frowned bitterly, and sighed: "Whatever is not, they are my sons."

"Have they ever regarded themselves as our children? Qingyan, how did you promise me before?"

Zhou Qingyan pursed his lips in a panic, just when he was at a loss, Zhou Weiyue quietly changed the interlocking hands of the two into interlocking fingers, put the glasses back against the temples, and smiled at Zhou Qingyan ——as if directly and fearlessly conveying to him the fact that he is his backing.

"Dad," Zhou Qingyan swallowed her saliva, and said a lot, "I confessed my mistake 12 years ago, but from the beginning to the end, I confessed that I failed your expectations and couldn't have a baby. Parenting, and childish love that will destroy Weiyue's future because of her own will."

"I like him. I have liked him for 12 years. I have thought about it for a long time. After going through many twists and turns, I still want to have him very much."

"If you have to talk about right and wrong in feelings, then only true love and falsehood are eligible. I don't think it's wrong for me to like him, and it's wrong for the two of us to be together. Whether you hate it or cast it aside, the indisputable fact is that the relationship that you and I thought would be wiped out by the distance will fade away and then grow and fly away."

Zhou Qingyan spoke in a heartfelt manner, and the words were so loud that the words fell, and then a long and strange silence ushered in.

Although he said it lightly, Zhou Qingyan didn't realize it until now. He had revealed all the secrets of Chen Guzi's rotten sesame seeds for 12 years to Zhou Weiyue. Now he felt as if he had been cut open There are no more secrets to speak of.Forget it, it was a relief, and he no longer had to worry about when the guillotine hanging above his head would fall.

So what did Zhou Weiyue think?

nausea?heavy?incredible?

These are indifferent to Zhou Qingyan, he is happy to pay for the 12 years that he has not mentioned, but he will not force Zhou Weiyue to understand.In the final analysis, it was Zhou Weiyue who was kept in the dark. If there were any complaints or incomprehensions, Zhou Qingyan was wronged, so naturally she could only go with the flow and accept all the consequences.

The tense atmosphere between Zhou Qingyan and his father was finally broken when the nurse loudly announced the arrival of the visiting time after a while. The mother carefully patted Zhou Qingyan on the shoulder, half pushed and half pulled his father into the ward, and then As the wooden door closed in front of him with a low "bang", Zhou Qingyan let out a long breath of relief.

Before Zhou Weiyue could say anything, he pulled Zhou Weiyue's wrist without any delay, and walked towards an unknown destination.A moment later, Zhou Weiyue was sitting in a small gazebo outside the hospital door with his shoulders pressed down, holding two bouquets of flowers in her arms, and a plastic bag full of fruits that was too late for grandma on her lap, and she rushed to the station in a daze. Zhou Qingyan, who looked down at her from a high position in front of her, blinked.

"Wait for me." Zhou Qingyan said a few words, turned around and left.

Zhou Qingyan didn't go there for long, about 5 minutes. When he came back, he had a bottle of iced mineral water and a cheap coarse handkerchief in his hand. Under Zhou Weiyue's curious gaze, he unscrewed the bottle cap and poured out the water to soak it. After twisting away the excess water from the velvet yellow handkerchief that had been folded squarely, Zhou Qingyan lowered her eyes, and inexplicably added a hint of hoarseness to her words, "Look up, take off your glasses."

Zhou Weiyue was stunned for a while, even though she was full of doubts, she clearly felt the urgency in Zhou Qingyan's words, so obediently obeyed his instructions, took off her glasses, folded the temples, and raised her head.

Facing the sun, Zhou Qingyan could clearly see the palm print on Zhou Weiyue's left cheek. There were red marks and swelling on the place where she was beaten. Although it was far from shocking, it looked embarrassing no matter how you looked.Zhou Qingyan didn't speak, just pinched the handkerchief that was soaked in cold water, carefully covered Zhou Weiyue's cheek, and held it gently.

During the silence, Zhou Weiyue frowned unobtrusively.

Zhou Qingyan worriedly asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, Dad didn't try too hard," Zhou Weiyue raised her hand, covering the back of Zhou Qing's hand that was stuck to his cheek through a veil, "So don't be angry, brother."

How could it be possible that he didn't exert any strength, his face was flushed red.

"I'm not angry." But Zhou Qingyan looked at Zhou Weiyue's pitiful appearance of being wronged but still stubbornly comforting herself, and all the pressure in her heart disappeared without a trace.But he was deeply afraid that Zhou Weiyue would not believe it, so in order to deepen his credibility, he forced a smile, "Really."