he has a clean freak

It's always good to be alive.

He turned his head to the side, allowing all the blocked sunlight to leak through. Liang Song's shadow under the slanting setting sun, the profile of his profile was coated with a layer of warm light, which made him look handsome.

He looked at him for a while, his eyes gradually became cold and arrogant because of something suppressed in his heart.Turning to look at Liang Songying's tombstone, he asked:

"Did he have a good relationship with you at the time?"

Liang Songying was stunned for a moment: "It's not bad, it's a good friend."

"How did he confess his love to you?"

"...As usual. But there were a lot of people at the time."

"He said 'I like you'?"

"...Probably so."

"You sent an apology later, regretting the mishandling and not being able to say those few words to him. Did you say it to him, here?"

"No. I have nothing to say to the air. I am not here because I believe that he has knowledge in the underworld and spirits in heaven. He can see and hear me. I just want to mourn. People who come to pay homage to the dead probably feel the same way. , Think about it, remember it."

"Do you still want to talk?"

"what?"

Liang Songying looked at him in surprise.

Yan Wangxiao looked at him, "I'll help you. You can treat me as him. You know, my acting skills are actually very good. Only when I'm in a bad state can I not perform well. I'm in a good state now and can act well. You Don't want to meet?"

Liang Songying became a little interested, "Then why don't you try?"

Yan Wangxiao relaxed his facial expression, imitating the smile of the person on the tombstone, imitating the excitement and anxiety he felt at the lively party after being beaten by humanity.He pursed his lips slightly, evoking a suppressed and flattering smile, but his eyes were bright, extremely focused, with a quiet and affectionate look, as if he put aside all the excitement around him, and only had Liang Songying in his eyes.

He used a voice changer, and his usually magnetic and deep voice became soft and delicate, "Yes, Lan, I like you..."

Liang Songying stared at him with a judgmental gaze, flashing doubts.

Yan Wangxiao continued: "Liang Songying, I love you."

Yan Wangxiao seemed to be waiting for his reaction so that he could continue acting.

Liang Songying turned her head and said, "You better stop acting."

After a while, Yan Wangxiao asked, "Do you think my acting is not good?"

"Good."

Liang Songying replied "simple" and stared at the tombstone.

"You haven't said those few words yet."

"Don't say it."

"why?"

"Don't you know the real reason, why do you want to break the casserole and ask the end?"

"I wasted my excellent acting skills, you are so self-willed." Yan Wangxiao made a hurt expression, clutching his chest, "You broke my heart, I won't play with you anymore." The wilted flowers waved their hands smartly and headed towards another cemetery.

Liang Songying sat quietly for a while, then stood up and said, "Goodbye, I'll see you again next year."

At this time, the sun was approaching Xishan, and there were fewer people in the cemetery than other time periods, but it still attracted some suspicious and speculative eyes.He put on his equipment again and looked for Yan Wangxiao in a huge cemetery.Turning around, I didn't find anyone. I accidentally saw a tombstone with a bunch of familiar flowers on it. The name of the owner of the tombstone was also familiar. I seemed to have heard of it somewhere recently. It was called Kong Sen.

Searching in my mind, I couldn't find any memory about this person.With the determination not to get entangled with Yan Wangxiao, he didn't intend to delve into it.

After leaving the cemetery, he called Yan Wangxiao to ask where he was, and then under a big tree, he saw Yan Wangxiao quietly smoking a cigarette with a expressionless face and cold eyes.

He raised his head, "It's been so long, do you have a lot to say?"

"I just sat there for a while, but I looked for you inside."

"Why are you looking for me?"

"Apologize or thank you? After all, the second young master performed a performance with love, and I didn't know how to cooperate."

"Thank me? It's not rare if you don't talk about it because of your body." Yan Wangxiao looked disgusted, with a half-smile on his face, not knowing whether the words were true or not.

Liang Songying laughed silently, "Am I that rare?"

"Yeah, you are very attractive. Everyone loves cars and cars, and the pot in the sky likes to cover your head." Yan Wangxiao took a puff of smoke, "You narcissistic bastard, you base your happiness on my pain Come on, you thank me so much?"

He continued: "Look, you're almost 30 years old, don't stare at me...haven't loved anyone yet, are you the Narcissus who fell in love with your own reflection, and others are just clouds in your eyes?"

Liang Songying leaned against the tree trunk behind her and thought for a while, "Why do you think so? You haven't heard of it. Is the greatest love in the world is self-love? To love others, you must first know how to love yourself. A person who can't even love himself How can a person who does not cherish love be expected to love others, of course, this is based on the selfishness of human nature."

"You have one set of principles and one set of principles, trying to fool people, and the series of quotations of 'you have never heard of' have also come out to the world."

"'Haven't you heard of' series??? Hahahahahaha..."

Yan Wangxiao let out a cold "hum", pressed the dying cigarette, and wrapped the cigarette butt in a clean tissue.Looking up, Liang Songying was still smiling.

Smiling like a luminous body, without a trace of darkness, clean eyes, clean smile, no matter how reserved or exaggerated, there is always a sense of sincerity and elegance, those eyes, that voice always hide With so much emotion, people don't know how to describe it.

It’s like going shopping. In an ordinary scene, the payment is careless. The little brother who collected the money said that Cheng Hui was 120 yuan, and the store is now doing discounted activities, charging you [-] yuan.The sound is so beautiful that people can't help but look up to look at the face, and when they walk out of the store, they still think "the sound is so good", but they can't tell why it sounds so good.

His feelings towards Liang Songying were also vague, and he was always attracted to him, no matter how pleasing to the eye, but he didn't know why.

For a moment, a thought flashed in my heart: Why should I wrong myself?

In fact, it was more than a moment.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket and put it in his mouth.When the lighter was lit and the shredded tobacco slowly rose in the air, he tasted the familiar nicotine, which made people feel a little calmer.Liang Songying couldn't be dragged into hell, he stayed in that dark place by himself and endured bitterly, and he didn't know how long he could last.

From the corner of his eye, Liang Songying took a few steps.

He looked back, and the man was looking west.The sunset was west, and the dusk cast a soft orange light on his face, which fell into his eyes, reflecting two little suns.

His lips moved up and down, "Second Young Master, I invite you to go up the mountain."

When going up the mountain, Liang Songying hummed a song.The reason why I say hum is because it is a French song and I forgot the words a bit.

The melody is beautiful, gentle and affectionate, in line with his usual style.

Liang Songying was affectionate, not sad.

It's a pity that Yan Wangxiao couldn't understand the words that came out of his mouth at all.

#Nouslongeronslamer

we are about to set sail

nos viecoulerontsansunhiver

There will be no winter in our life

comme unmatind'été, uncourantd'air

Like a summer morning, the fresh air

Ettoutaulongdetavie

though your whole life

ques'écarteles nuages

covered by dark clouds

jeseraislààchaquefoisquetuaurasbesoindemoi

But I'll be there every time you need me

Regardelà-bas

Look, over there--

C'estlà quejet'emmenerai surlaroute

That's where I'm taking you along the road

etsilesoleillesavait

if the sun knew

maisj'endoute, ilviendrait

The sun will come, but I suspect it doesn't know

Là,oùjet'emmenerai

There, where I'm taking you

Aucundoute, ils' invite

no doubt the sun will come

pournous réchauffer

warm us up

pournousaccompagner

will accompany us

Làoùjet'emmenerai

There, where I'm taking you

Aucunepeur, niaucundoute

no fear, no doubt

Lemonde est tou joursenété

The whole world is like summer

Pas de doule uret pas de déroute

no pain and no failure

C'estlà quejet' emmenerai

That's where I'm taking you

Surmaroute

follow my way

poureréchaufferette protéger

I will warm you and protect you

Sanst'étouffer

you won't feel suffocated

Jet'emmenerai#

i will lead you

After Liang Songying finished singing, she explained to him that the song was about a person taking another person on the road to live in a warm and sunny place.He concluded: "This is love."

Yan Wangxiao smiled.

They had been walking uphill around the hill, not directly up the stairs.Along the way, the trees are shady, wild flowers are everywhere, and every step is a scene.The more you go up, the quieter you go, and there are few passers-by. From time to time, unknown birds are startled by their footsteps and conversations, and they flap their wings and fly away from the grass and branches.

The sky gradually dimmed, and street lamps lit up along the way, dim and old.Their steps were not consistent, they walked more casually, sometimes Liang Songying was in front, sometimes Yan Wangxiao was in front, sometimes they walked side by side, sometimes one stopped to look at the scenery while the other continued to move forward.

About half an hour later, Liang Songying looked at her phone, looked up at the sky, stopped and said to Yan Wangxiao:

"Second Young Master, let's go down the mountain."

"Not climbing to the top?"

"No, it's too late."

Yan Wangxiao didn't care, but was a little surprised.

Walking down the mountain the same way, there is no gravity dragging down the mountain, it is easier and the footsteps are lighter.

Liang Songying looked up from time to time.

Suddenly, he pointed to the sky and smiled, "Second Young Master, look."

Yan Wangxiao raised his head strangely, and saw the tall trees with sparse branches and leaves, and a sickle and crescent moon half-hidden among the thin leaves, followed him.

The clear brilliance of moonlight penetrates the sparse leaves and falls, which is particularly bright and clean.

People are like walking in the painting environment.

"Today is the first quarter moon," he said.

Liang Songying originally wanted to show him this, but he didn't seem to appreciate the beauty of the moonlight, so he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, and looked at the moon's arc, "Yes."

Yan Wangxiao's footsteps gradually slowed down, and suddenly stepped forward, hugging Liang Songying from behind with moderate strength, staggered a bit due to the inertia of his forward footsteps, but still did not let go.

Liang Songying was frightened, and a heat source was stuck behind her, and she walked forward uncomfortably, trying to get away, while pulling Yan Wangxiao's hand helplessly, "Second Young Master, let go..."

He took a step forward, and Yan Wangxiao was dragged by him to take a step, but he didn't speak.

On the quiet road, among the woods, there were occasional chirping of insects and birds, the rustling of leaves by the wind, and the sound of two breaths.

Yan Wangxiao's face was close to Liang Songying's, and they couldn't see their expressions clearly.

"Are you a poet, do you expect me to recite a few lines of poems for you?" Yan Wangxiao's breath was hot on the side of his neck.