moon star clear

There will be times when the wind and the waves break, hang the clouds and sail directly to help the sea', it means to let me study hard to do great things in the future, how about it, isn't it very powerful? "

Listening to the child's narration, Mu Chen didn't know what it was like. He must have lost his parents when he was very young, so he didn't even know his own name.Jiang Hao has mixed feelings in his heart. Thinking about it, there are too many children like him who lack family affection since childhood.

"Well, it's amazing, Xiaofan will definitely do great things in the future!"

Mu Chen chatted with Xiaofan all the way, his complexion gradually improved, and his tiredness gradually faded away. He thought that chatting is really a useful healing method and should be promoted more.

All the way to the intersection with old willow trees leading to the pond, Jiang Hao and Mu Chen said goodbye to Xiaofan. Mu Chen also told him to learn to swim hard in the future, and don't run out to play alone, children Hmm nodded, making Mu Chen laugh for a long time.

After Xiaofan left, only Jiang Hao and Mu Chen were left on the suburban road.

The atmosphere was silent for a long time before Mu Chen broke the calm, "Jiang Hao, can you...can you tell me what's been on your mind? You said you would tell me later, is it time?"

Jiang Hao knew that Mu Chen's silence after every inquiry was not because he lost interest in his affairs, but because he respected his wishes. At first, he thought that the two of them would tell him if they were more familiar with each other, but he didn't expect My feelings for him have completely changed, which made it impossible for him to tell him his identity and the purpose of coming back. If he did, it would be to use Mu Chen's friendship with him for many years and his sympathy for his family. To satisfy their own selfish desires.

He himself is now a complete quagmire, whether it is his feelings for Mu Chen or his complicated family affairs.

"Sorry." He couldn't say, even if he silently accompanied him for three years without disclosing his identity, he still couldn't drag him into the quagmire.

"It's okay, I'll wait for you to tell me." Mu Chen's smile that was amused by Xiaofan just now completely faded away, he lowered his head, and he spun a sentence around his mouth for countless times before finally saying it.

"I want to ask... what do you think of me...no...what kind of person do you think I am...to you?"

He asked vaguely, and it was easy to pass it off with a few words, but his language was originally very good, but now he couldn't find a more suitable wording, so he could only ask such a sentence without thinking.

Even so, it took him a lot of courage.

Jiang Hao looked at him blankly, as if he was surprised by his question just now, and seemed to be looking for an appropriate word without overstepping.And Mu Chen also stared at him, nervously waiting for his answer.

He was afraid, afraid that he only regarded himself as a friend, but Jiang Hao was reluctant to say the word of anticipation.

If he heard that word, he might not be able to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

It seemed that after a long time, and it seemed that it was only a momentary pause, Jiang Hao said the answer, with clear words and a clear voice, no longer the coldness of the past, but more solemn.

"You are the most important person to me."

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the most important person……

Five words, plain and unpretentious, there are not many exaggerated words like "the whole world" and "the whole life" that express importance. Just one word "most" implicitly contains all the preciousness and affection, so that the listener can Savor the meaning carefully.

To me, you are the highest treasure and irreplaceable at the top of my heart.

The five words are Jiang Hao's thousand words, and countless true feelings that he dare not reveal rashly.

Mu Chen's heart felt hot when he heard it, and he seemed to be about to grasp the emotion that hastily revealed between the words, but he only took a step, and he didn't dare to think about it.

After all, he was afraid that if he was being sentimental, he would make a mistake and push Jiang Hao farther and farther unintentionally.

The most important person...?That's enough, that's enough, even if it's just the most important friend, I'm content.

What a blessing to be friends, and most importantly friends.Mu Chen, what are you still hoping for?

He pondered these five words over and over in his heart, engraved them deeply, and tried hard to convince himself that this was already the best ending.

"What about you?" The clear and pleasant voice rang in Mu Chen's ear, and his heart trembled when he heard it.

"Huh? What?"

"What about me to you?"

Mu Chen only cared about Jiang Hao's answer, but he didn't expect him to ask back.

For him... In the past, he was the best friend in childhood, a touch of moonlight that he would never forget, and someone worth remembering and pursuing for nine years; now, he is a special classmate and friend to him , but also his secret crush.

"You are also my most important person." Although I don't know if your "important" has the same meaning as mine.

For the rest of the journey, the two of them chewed each other's words in their hearts repeatedly, with a thousand words in their hearts but relatively silent, making the silence into a tacit understanding.

The green plums picked in late spring and early summer are sour and sweet, making people fall into sour and sweet dreams. They dare not touch them, and they are reluctant to break them. They hope for a hearty rain, or reveal their true hearts, or It is to extinguish the dream.

It was night, and Mu Chen was lying on the bed in the bedroom, turning his head and looking out the window.

The window opposite was still dark, with no signs of people living there.

When he was a child, he used to call "Xiao Hao" every day at the window, causing the residents from top to bottom to shout angrily, and the boy opposite him smiled and waved to him, but at that time he was still too young to expect the parting and the separation Due to the impermanence of fate, he forgot to ask his full name and missed the final farewell.

Until Xiao Hao nine years ago stood in front of him again, he didn't dare to think that Jiang Hao and that boy would be the same person.

He remembered that day, not long after Grandpa Jiang left, a group of strange adults held a simple funeral for him. None of the attendees, Mu Chen, had ever seen him in the community, so Mu Chen could only follow them to the cemetery , hiding in a corner and watching Jiang Hao secretly.

Jiang Hao was only seven years old at that time, a small one, wearing white clothes and black trousers, with a thin figure, like a dead leaf in the late autumn wind, trembling faintly among the people who came to mourn.

The people around are either in neat black suits or simple black and white clothes. They are uneven and of different ages. There are old people and young people. I can vaguely hear them say the word "Teacher Jiang" many times. Now I want to come to Grandpa Jiang I probably taught before, so there should be a lot of students.

Because of the distance, Mu Chen couldn't see the expression on Jiang Hao's face clearly, he could only see his slightly trembling back. He felt that Jiang Hao must be crying, but he didn't make any sobs, he was crying silently.

At that time, Mu Chen had never experienced the pain of losing his only family member, and it was difficult for him to empathize with it, but he felt that the feeling of crying but not being able to cry loudly must be very difficult.

He wanted to run to Xiao Jiang Hao, hug him, and make him cry out loud, but he was afraid of ruining everything, so he held back and watched Jiang Hao being taken away by a group of adults.

That day, he was lying by the window watching the group of people leave one by one in the evening, and after the last grandfather left, he hurried to the dining table and put the rice in the bowl into his mouth, before he had time to put on his coat, He yelled "I'll go out for a while" and ran to Jiang Hao's house.

After those people left, the corridor became quiet. It seemed that the last person to leave didn't close the door tightly. Mu Chen opened the door with a light push.

After Grandpa Jiang died of a sudden heart attack, Grandpa Jiang's friend came once and paid the expenses to Grandpa Jiang's neighbor, Aunt Zhang, asking her to help take care of Xiao Hao's daily life.

The living room was lit, and on the table was the dinner sent by the neighbor, Aunt Zhang. It was no longer steaming, but he hadn't eaten a bite yet.Mu Chen looked around, but there was no sign of Jiang Hao. He closed the door tightly and called "Xiao Hao", but no one responded.

He looked for Jiang Hao in the house, and finally found the boy curled up on the floor in the corner of the dark bedroom balcony.

His whole body was curled up, his small face was buried in his arms, and the bright white moonlight shone on his hair, making him look quiet and sad.

"Xiao Hao, why are you here? I have been looking for you for a long time."

Hearing the sound, Jiang Hao raised his head and saw Mu Chen walking to the balcony step by step. He waited for him to tell him not to be sad, and waited for the useless comfort he had repeated in his ears countless times, but he didn't wait for this.

Mu Chen approached him and gently pulled him into his arms.

It was already late autumn, and the chill at night seeped in through the glass. It was a bit cold, and the floor was even colder and harder.He didn't have to sit here, but he was really tired. On this day, he cried too much, was sad too much, listened to too many useless words of comfort, and followed those adults through many rituals that he didn't understand. Repeatedly chewing too many times the grief of the death of a loved one.

He was exhausted and mentally exhausted, only the dark balcony and cold floor could temporarily store his exhaustion and hide his sadness.

But this young man's embrace was too soft and warm, along his clothes and skin, it penetrated directly into the bottom of his heart, making him no longer afraid of sadness, no longer feeling tired, he let go of all the clumsy forbearance, and wept bitterly with peace of mind.

The little boy hugged him quietly, accepting all the emotions he hid during the day.

"Xiaochen, I, I have nothing left."

Nothing is left, and the only family member is gone.It is like a reed without roots, unable to see the future or hope, and can only be engulfed by the flood with nothing to rely on.

At the age of seven who still don't know anything