[Lou Cheng] 24 solar terms

...Ah Cheng, my big brother is really remiss of his duty. "

Mingcheng held his hand and said firmly: "It has nothing to do with elder brother, this is my own choice, even if I didn't meet Miss Guiwan that night, I think I will use another way to get here Brother, I am an adult, I am very clear about what I want, and I am willing to bear all possible consequences for it.”

Minglou looked at him deeply, with regret, relief, and complex and profound tender emotions in his eyes.He remembered that many years ago, he met the bruised child on the side of the road. He gently picked up the child and took it home. From then on, he took good care of and taught him.He is willing to impart all his knowledge and experience, so that the child can grow up smoothly, but he is afraid that too much of his subtle influence will cause the independent personality to bend and distort, and become a completely different person. one myself.

So Minglou is always conflicted, wanting to get close to him, but forcing himself to stay away from him.He hopes that he can occupy the largest proportion in Mingcheng's life, but he is afraid that Mingcheng will take him too seriously.In the past few years since he came to Paris, he kept trying to avoid Mingcheng and alienate him. He held up a gun in a dark corner, hoping that Mingcheng could enjoy painting to the fullest under the sunny church spire.The end result is that this child raised by him still respects and loves him for ten years, and has embarked on the same path as him without his participation at all.

Minglou thinks, Mingcheng will probably never know the feeling that cannot be described in words when Minglou saw him in Guiwan's flower shop.

angry?certainly.This is such a dangerous road, he never thought that one day his closest people would also walk up it.Lost?affim.Mingcheng is his life's painstaking effort, and he never expected that he would be absent from such an important life course of this child.Worry, fear, sadness, pain, you name it.

But he is even more proud.

"Ah Cheng." Minglou said softly, "Actually, big brother is really... very happy, very happy, you really... have grown up."

"I'm also very happy, brother." Mingcheng covered his other hand, looked into Minglou's eyes, and said softly, "Miss Guiwan told me that this is a very lonely road. It comes from the enemy, and it may also come from the person you care about the most. And loneliness can sometimes drive people crazy."

"But now, I have a big brother." He raised his face, his eyes were bright and sparkling, and after more than ten years, he was still as full of dependence and longing for Minglou as before, "As long as my big brother is here, I won't feel lonely .”

Minglou's heart suddenly trembled.

There is still snow outside the platform, and the winter in Paris this year is extremely cold. At this moment, Minglou feels as if a fire is stuffed into his heart—no, it’s not fire, the flames are always blatant and aggressive. , Sometimes even burn everything around, but this kind of long and gentle warmth wraps his heart so properly, blowing the ice, blowing away the snow, and blowing the warmth of spring.

In a flash, he thought a lot. The girl in the bright yellow dress faded away in the depths of the years. The memory came and went, and in so many beautiful scenes, it was the same face.

How lucky he was to meet such a person in this bustling world. This person carried all his yearning for the light, but lived in the darkness as he most admired.

His student, his brother, his confidant, his comrade.

And... the people he loves.

The love doesn't know where it started, but as it goes deeper and deeper, the abyss is under his feet, and he doesn't want to turn back.

Minglou laughed in relief, opened his arms, hugged Mingcheng lightly, and rested his chin on the top of his hair restrainedly.

"Ah Cheng." He said, "Do you still remember the poem that elder brother taught you?"

"No one believes in virtuousness, who is showing the heart. From now on, we may all be such a cicada, and every day we live, we can't walk in the light."

"But no matter what, Big Brother is here. Don't be afraid, you're never alone."

Mingcheng nodded vigorously in his arms.

The roar of the train has already sounded in the distance.

Minglou patted him on the back.

"I am a soldier, and from now on, so will you." He said, "Comrade Mingcheng, the time is up, you should go."

Mingcheng straightened up, took three steps back, and stood up straight.

He raised his hand to salute Minglou.

"Yes, sir."

The train pulls into the platform.

Mingcheng walked a few steps, then suddenly turned around and said something seriously.

"Goodbye, brother."

Minglou smiled.

"Goodbye, Cheng."

No matter how far apart, we will meet again eventually.

For the summer solstice, one waits for the antlers to dissolve, two waits for the cicadas to sing, and three waits for the birth of pinellia.

The young deer has grown up and shed its immature horns, and the pinellia in the swamp is born in season, and even if the dew is heavy and the wind is loud and heavy, it will stand on the treetop without admitting defeat, always flapping its wings and singing.

[Fourteen] Xiaoshu

When the phone rang, Minglou was biting a corner of gauze to wrap his arm.

He finished wrapping the last layer slowly, pasted the adhesive tape, folded the corners of the gauze properly and flattened it, then put down his sleeves, walked over to pick up the receiver.

That end just hung up, leaving only the noisy sound of electricity in my ears.

Minglou shrugged his shoulders to express regret, and then the nerve center fed back the pain to the brain because of his big movement. He hissed and found that he had forgotten the wound on his hand again.

It is always inconvenient to live alone, and it is even more inconvenient to hire a helper in this situation.

Minglou put down the receiver, and began to worry about how to get through the period before the injury healed.

Almost the moment the phone was put down, the ringtone rang again, piercing the quiet atmosphere in the room sharply, one after another, as if one could hear the flustered mood of the person opposite.

This time the call was connected.

Before Minglou could open his mouth, an anxious call came from the other end of the line: "Minglou!"

It is the mirror.

Minglou was slightly startled, and there was an inexplicable pause when the words came to his lips. Mingjing didn't hear a response, and suddenly raised his tone: "Hello? Is it Minglou! Or Ah Cheng! Speak up!"

"Sister, it's me."

Ming Jing hurriedly asked him: "Ming Lou, are you alright? Where's Ah Cheng? Are you injured? Oh, why didn't anyone answer your calls before? My sister is almost worried to death, do you know that?"

"Eldest sister, elder sister, please stop." Minglou hurriedly said, "Why did you call suddenly? Did something happen?"

"You should answer my question first!" Ming Jing patted his thigh anxiously on the other side, and Ming Lou vaguely heard Ming Tai's voice, as if to persuade Ming Jing to rest assured.

Ming Lou said: "Sister, I'm fine, and Ah Cheng is fine, don't worry, we're all fine, we're not hurt at all." He deliberately slowed down his speech to let Ming Jing calm down, "I have a problem this morning. There is a class to be taught, which is microeconomics, and I just entered the house, and I came to answer your phone call. Don't worry, talk slowly, what happened?"

Ming Jing asked him: "Don't you know? There is an accident in Paris. I heard that there was a riot and many people died. There are many Chinese students among them!"

Minglou remained calm, turned his head to glance at the wound on his arm, and said, "Eldest sister, you know, I always either stay at home to read, or go to the university to give lectures, and don't get involved with other people all day long. Therefore, the news is very closed. You see, if you hadn’t called this call today, I guess I would not hear about these things until several days later.”

Ming Jing heaved a long sigh of relief: "It's good to be a university professor. You, just concentrate on learning and become a scholar in peace and stability. Don't touch political things, do you know?"

"Yes, yes, big sister, don't worry." Minglou responded repeatedly, "How are you doing recently? Are you busy with business? How is your health? Is Mingtai obedient? Is your study going well?"

"I'm very good. Mingtai has always been the most obedient, smart and sensible, and he is the most caring at home." Mingjing was taken away from the topic by him, and was about to praise his younger brother endlessly, when he suddenly felt wrong, "Oh Don't interrupt Minglou, where is Ah Cheng? Ask him to answer the phone, I haven't heard his voice for a long time, I miss him."

Minglou smiled and said: "Elder sister is biased. You love Mingtai and miss Ah Cheng, so you don't want to talk to me? As soon as I walked in, I ran over to answer your call before I could change my shoes."

"Mingtai is well-behaved, Ah Cheng is capable, but you, a professor of Ming University, can only stretch out his clothes and open his mouth all day long, and I can't do anything else except to be angry. What's the use of me coming with such a brother. "

"Sister, you are wrong, I am of great use."

"What's the use, let's hear it."

"Help you establish your prestige at home." Ming Lou said seriously, "Look, you brothers are not willing to teach me a lesson, so I can only be the villain. After I finish teaching them, you can teach me again, you Say, in the end, who has the most authority at home?"

Ming Jing was amused: "Poor mouth."

Mingtai blah blah blah blah blah: "Big brother is the one who is really eccentric. He said to teach the younger brothers, but I have never been the only one who suffered. Not to mention punishing Brother Ah Cheng, it was just a heavy word, and he never said it." I told Brother Ah Cheng."

"That's because Ah Cheng has been obedient since he was a child. As for you, you can only make trouble since you were a child." Ming Lou snorted, "I'm your elder brother, and you are still wronged if I teach you a lesson?"

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