That scumbag famous flower has a master

"Listen to me..." Cheng Geyun fought desperately for air, he shook his head and said eagerly: "It's not like this, it's not like this, listen to me..."

He was so flustered that he wanted to keep the thing that was about to be washed away on the surface of the river, but he still seemed helpless. He could only worry about it alone on the bank, staring at it slowly drifting away, until there was only one point left.

Jiang Youzhao held his forehead and covered his face, preventing him from seeing his embarrassment and tears.

Cheng Geyun barely stabilized his posture. He didn't dare to look at Jiang Youzhao, so he had to raise his head and choose to admit: "I really... used to love my father deeply."

In his diary, there is not only such a cryptic expression of love, there are ten times more obvious words than this, but Jiang Youzhao cares about this sentence the most.

He didn't care what kind of feelings the former Cheng Geyun had, even if such feelings were against morals and ethics.

"Later you also know," he peeled back his memories, like peeling an onion, tears streaming down his face but couldn't stop: "When I was, my father committed suicide, and I came to Xicheng to study by myself. No more diaries. The diaries you see are from 2006 to 2008."

"I'm sorry." Jiang Youzhao let go of his hand, took away the tears on his face, and gradually regained his composure.

He closed Cheng Geyun's diary, and solemnly placed it on the table, as if the judge had directly sentenced him to death: "I was too lacking in consideration before, and shouldn't read your diary."

He made two simple actions and two sentences of apology, but it made Cheng Geyun go crazy.

He wanted to ask Jiang Youzhao if he could not just push him away like this without looking at him again, but he couldn't say it, because before the words came out of his throat, he felt that he had no such confidence.

"I want to ask you some questions." Jiang Youzhao turned his head away again, and now he looked at Cheng Geyun for a second and lost control of his emotions for a second: "The first time you saw me, who did you think of?"

Then he added: "You sit down, don't keep standing."

Cheng Geyun didn't sit down, but after he refused this time, no one would care about him anymore.

He remembered that the first time he met Jiang Youzhao was also on a summer night, and it was so beautiful that he almost thought of lying about this answer——

But at this time, he couldn't tell a lie, he could only watch Jiang Youzhao get farther and farther away in just a few minutes, and even pushed him with his own hands: "I did think of my father."

In the summer two years ago, Ye Shufeng took him out to socialize.

Drinking and communicating with people all the time, and repeating this process makes him feel boring, and the lights make him dazzled. Except for work, he really doesn't like this kind of Vanity Fair.

He remembered that the weather in that summer was very good, the evening breeze was gentle, and there were many stars, which meant that there would be sun the next day.Holding the wine glass, he walked against the wind, as if he was being guided by something in the dark, guiding him to write and meet.

He even heard the chirping of Xia Chan when he passed by the trees.

I don't know how long he walked, Cheng Geyun didn't stop his pace until he felt that the surroundings were quiet.

He saw Ling Xiaohua, under the moon.With the help of the building, Ling Xiaohua climbed to a very high position, only then could she lift her chin at this time, proudly showing her beauty.

There were clusters of Lingxiao flowers, as if they were getting more and more, Cheng Geyun looked up at them, suddenly opened his hands slightly, and recited the poem alone.

"If I love you, I will never be like a climbing sapling, showing off on your tall branches. If I love you, I will never be like an infatuated bird, repeating monotonously for the shade—"

His recitation came to an abrupt end.

He saw the Ling Xiaohua on his head move.

Cheng Geyun frowned and was puzzled for a moment, then quickly pointed to the Lingxiao flower and ordered: "Don't move!"

Ling Xiaohua stopped for a moment, but started to move again.

Cheng Geyun raised his voice and made trouble unreasonably at a plant, "Don't move, don't move!" He repeated again: "I said, don't move!"

He was not satisfied until he saw that the flower finally stopped moving, and turned his head to continue reading:

"Never imitate the infatuated bird, repeating the monotonous song for the shade."

"It's not just like the source, which brings cool comfort all year round, but also like the dangerous peak, which increases your height and your majesty."

"Even sunlight—even spring rain—" Cheng Geyun suddenly raised his voice, "No, these are not enough..."

He began to hear someone answering him again.

The man's voice was clear and full of years of precipitation, and every word that came out of his mouth had a little more airy meaning, perfectly keeping up with Cheng Geyun's rhythm.

"I must be a kapok next to you, standing with you as the image of a tree."

"Roots, hold each other in the ground. Leaves, touch each other in the clouds."

"Every gust of wind blows, we greet each other, but no one understands our words." When he said this, his voice was tinged with a smile, making Cheng Geyun feel that there will never be another night in the world that is more beautiful than this night. Wonderful: "You have your copper branches and iron trunks, like knives, swords and halberds, and I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh."

The cicadas were singing louder, and the moon seemed to be brighter. Cheng Geyun unconsciously followed him, and his voice gradually overlapped with his voice:

"It's also like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, wind, thunder and thunderbolt, and we share the mist, haze and rainbow. It seems to be separated forever, but we are still dependent for life."

The two male voices merged together, like pine waves undulating in the wind, he paused unconsciously, inhaled, as if he might really be an oak tree, kapok, share the cold wave, wind, electricity and thunderbolt with this person who read poetry together Misty and cloudy.

The poems they recited seemed to be swearing together, and in the next second they could solemnly raise his hand, put on gold rings on each other, and share the same surname.

The so-called deep love, when the love is strong, is probably nothing more than that.

"This is the great love, and here lies the constancy."

"Love, not only love your stalwart body, but also love the position you insist on, the land under your feet."

That person led Cheng Geyun to end the poem with a very gentle voice.

They are hearty.

It's like walking in the ocean holding hands, each other is the wave that pushes each other, singing the climax of the song together.After leaving the ocean together, they saw the moonlight together, and then they looked at each other with a smile and said, "This moonlight is so beautiful."

Cheng Geyun looked back, looking for him everywhere, he was eager to recognize this person.

He captured a familiar feeling, which he had been away from for many years, but still haunted him.At the same time, it was a brand-new experience that made him feel happy, as if even the noisy cicadas had become a summer night symphony, playing the background music for their meeting.

This is more beautiful than Shakespeare's Midsummer Night, he thought.

"Child." The man stopped him with a smile still remaining in his tone.

Cheng Geyun withdrew his searching gaze, and focused all his attention on the voice.

He asked, "Where are you?"

As Cheng Geyun said, he moved his position again and shook his head: "I can't see you."

"You look for it carefully." The man said.

Finally realizing the source of the sound, he looked up.

Lingxiao flowers and vines were intertwined, and the man's face was particularly beautiful under the shadows. He smiled slightly at Cheng Geyun, "Child, why are you so overbearing? You don't want to move."

Cheng Geyun was stunned.

He stopped breathing, looked at the man fixedly, and then smiled casually: "You care about me?"

Jiang Youzhao tilted his head to look at him, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Oh?"

"I want to go up too." Cheng Geyun asked him confidently, "How did you go up?"

"Guess?" Jiang Youzhao was amused by his temper again.

Cheng Geyun turned his head, glanced around quickly, and turned to look indifferent: "It seems that you don't welcome me, so I won't come up."

"Go forward fifty steps, then turn around and walk in. There is a step." Jiang Youzhao stopped him with a voice, and said patiently: "Be careful when you come up."

The Lingxiao flowers on the top are more beautiful, they bloom higher and more recklessly, Cheng Geyun saw the man who was talking to him.

He was wearing comfortable clothes, sitting cross-legged under the moonlight, surrounded by lily pads and a book.

Cheng Geyun approached and saw the name of the book.

"An Evening Intoxicated by the Spring Breeze" by Yu Dafu.

He sneered and sat down beside the man: "It's summer night now."

"Although it is a summer night, it is enough to make people intoxicated."

Jiang Youzhao looked at him sideways, the tips of his hair were blown up a little by the wind, like ripples in his heart, being blown round and round intentionally or unintentionally.

"Are you bored too?" he asked.

"Of course," Cheng Geyun imitated him and sat down cross-legged, looking up at the sky: "On such a beautiful night, we should look at the moonlight instead of wasting time socializing."

"Aren't we socializing?" The other party asked his attitude with a smile.

Cheng Geyun shook his head and added: "If you insist on thinking that way."

He looked at Jiang Youzhao: "My name is Cheng Geyun, Geyun who is separated from the clouds."

The moonlight fell on Ling Xiaohua, and Jiang Youzhao answered him: "The falling moon is all over the beams of the house, and he hesitates to illuminate the color. Jiang Youzhao."

"It really fits the occasion." He still looked at Jiang Youzhao.

"Is there anything dirty on my face?" Jiang Youzhao said when he saw him looking at him all the time.

"There is nothing dirty." Cheng Geyun's eyes stopped on his face: "I just want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

Cheng Geyun moved closer to the position between the two.

Under the moonlight, he asked, "Do you want to fall in love with me?"

Jiang Youzhao laughed: "Did you ask this question too suddenly?"

They had just known each other for less than 10 minutes, but only said a few words.

"So what." Cheng Geyun said, "Don't you think tonight is a good time to talk about love?"

"What about love, what about love?"

"Talk about love, say you love me." Cheng Geyun looked at the other party: "This is the only chance."

"What if I miss it?"

"If you miss it, you will regret it."

"So sure?"

"Very sure."

Jiang You looked after him for a long time, and finally left a kiss on his forehead.

He said: "Little friend, I hope you are happy in love."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: a certain inkstone;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 4 positive positive positive positive negative negative; 1 claw claw and a certain inkstone;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of wood and twilight; 1 bottle of mobs;

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