moon star clear

Disregarding the location of other midsummer memories, I seldom tell others about those memories, and keep them carefully in my heart, like the soft moonlight hidden in the heart of the night, floating with the wind in the quiet summer night, in the shadow of leaves I hid here and there, but never dared to show up in the daytime, for fear that it would lose its original brilliance and fade to the point where it would never return to its original appearance if exposed to the sun. "

"Midsummer is like a person's youth. He has not completely faded away from the ignorance and innocence of spring, and does not understand the maturity and depth of autumn. He can only pursue and explore with his own fiery enthusiasm. Burning for the last day seems to have endless momentum.”

"However, at night, he will also show a confused and quiet look, hide some little secrets that cannot be told to them, hide the childish panic in his heart, and then sleep peacefully, and show himself full of vitality the next day look."

"Summer's heat and vitality are indeed his most distinctive features, but I think Midsummer, who exposes all his weaknesses at night, has more truth and allows us to see the fragile soul behind his cheerful appearance."

"So, Xia Ye is the soul of midsummer in my heart. I am also at this fiery and immature age. I also hope that people like me can grow more at this age, and I also hope that their fragile face be respected by others.”

These days, he has indeed seen a lot and learned a lot.

Jiang Hao, who is omnipotent and radiant on the surface, is behind the misfortune of his family and the truth that he cannot bear to reveal by himself; Zheng Feng, who broke through a world and gets along well with his friends, has experienced countless sad and difficult pasts; For the brave Lu Qi, what catalyzes her transformation is the sadness of her parents' abandonment and the death of her grandfather.

They are all like themselves, they are in the hot summer season, full of enterprising blood, but they have encountered ups and downs repeatedly, they can only hide the pain in their hearts in the dark night, even holding back their tears and not daring to make a sound.

Youth, beauty and pain.

In the face of such ups and downs, the hidden pain of his secret love seemed too small.

But he still wanted to end his secret love with one sentence at the end.

"Finally, I would like to say a word to the person who brought me many memories of summer."

"I have been waiting for you."

After putting down the microphone, Mu Chen softly said something in Spanish, "Tequiero."

The voice was very soft, falling like a feather, but it reached the ears of the audience in the front row, including Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao did not expect that he would say this sentence on this occasion. The original sentence "I have been waiting for you" may not constitute any misunderstanding, but the latter sentence in Spanish...

With so many people, it's hard to guarantee that none of them can speak Spanish.

He suddenly felt a little regretful that he said this selfishly at that time, and now he can only pray that everyone didn't hear it.

But a done deal, this Spanish sentence sparked discussions among some people in the front row, and spread word of mouth, with a faint tendency to expand, like a fire lit in the grassland.

Mu Chen walked down the steps and returned to Jiang Hao's side. Seeing that his words caused a commotion, he couldn't help but look around curiously.

"Jiang Hao, is there something wrong with what I said?"

Jiang Hao pulled him away without saying a word.

"You won an award today, let's celebrate."

"Us? Two people?" Mu Chen habitually thinks that celebrations are usually a gathering of many friends, but thinking that he can be alone with Jiang Hao, he immediately added, "Two people are fine, where should we go to celebrate?"

After all, Jiang Hao was not familiar with the "topography" of Liucheng, so he could only let Mu Chen drag him to the downtown area.

"Help me celebrate my biggest birthday today, and accompany me to the night market."

The night market is noisy and crowded, the stalls are winding along the street, the sea of ​​people is surging, and there is a whirlwind of fireworks.The warm yellow light illuminates the fragrant snacks, and the color and fragrance all arouse people's appetite.

In the eyes of the people in the city, this is a holy place for relaxation and recreation at night.

But for Young Master Jiang...

Poor sanitation, mixed smell, crowded, disgusting...

Of course Mu Chen knew that Jiang Hao would not like such a place, and would have carefully avoided occasions that would make him dislike, but today, he just wanted to be willful for once.

On the last day of his secret love, he wants to have a good time and bring Jiang Hao to the night market.

"Boss, boss, here are a few skewers, and you need two skewers for roasted gluten..."

"Add more cumin and less chili..."

The oily smoke and the mixed fragrance wafted back and forth at the tip of the nose, making people move their index fingers.

Mu Chen took Jiang Hao to buy a few skewers of barbecue, and ran to a stall selling snail noodles. While waiting for the noodles, he looked at Jiang Hao who was holding his breath and blushing.

This guy obviously doesn't like it, and he doesn't want to speak out because of other people's feelings.It looks cold and repulsive, but in fact he is very considerate and gentle.

No wonder I like him.

Mu Chen didn't really let Young Master Jiang eat at the roadside stall, so he went to a noodle shop near the night market to pack a portion of braised noodles for him, and went with him to eat at a place far away from the roadside stall that was not heavy. .

"Hey, don't you really want to try it? Don't look at it, bah, don't just smell the snail powder, it tastes good, try it?"

Jiang Hao looked at his expectant eyes, then looked at the "stinky powder" he handed over, couldn't bear to refuse, tentatively picked up a green bamboo shoot-like thing, and coughed violently as soon as he took it in, He coughed so hard that his face turned red and tears fell out.

Mu Chen was taken aback, and quickly handed him water, "Hey, hey, what you ate are sour bamboo shoots, it's too spicy, drink some water."

Jiang Hao gulped down half a bottle of that before he managed to stop the burning sensation in his throat. He didn't forget to say, "It really tastes...uh...not bad."

Now Mu Chen laughed until he coughed, "Hahahahahahahaha, don't force yourself, you can't eat spicy food, can you?"

He really can't eat spicy food. To be precise, he has never eaten spicy food at all. After meeting Mu Chen, his eating habits unconsciously moved closer to him. Slowly, even a little chili can't be touched.

"It's too spicy, you have a bad stomach, so you can't eat more."

"I know, I know, I didn't dare to eat the hottest sour bamboo shoots, I just had fun with the noodles, and I don't often come to the night market." Handed it to Jiang Hao, "These are bought for you, I can't eat indiscriminately, I know, so eat it for me."

Jiang Hao took these skewers, and for a moment he forgot the initial rejection and doubts about these food stalls, and unexpectedly found them quite delicious.

It is the purest fireworks breath that I have never tasted before.

Mu Chen watched him put down his usual aloofness and chew the barbecue with relish, and felt very satisfied, a million times more satisfied than what he had eaten himself.

Jiang Hao is lonely, and Mu Chen feels it. He has no relatives to care for, and rarely has close friends, and no one will bring him to such a place to enjoy the simple and down-to-earth leisure time.

He wanted to pull him into this world of fireworks, let him feel all the warmth and happiness that he had never felt before.

He hoped that this bright little moon would not be so lonely anymore, and that his faint star would always be by his side.

It's always hard.

But he will try to do it forever.

In the west there is Chang Geng, who comes out with the moon and never abandons or divides.

On the way home, the night is like washing, the stars are dotted, the moon is at its last string, and the silver light is all over the ground.

Back home after parting, Mu Chen, who had just opened WeChat, was shocked by a lot of messages and dropped his phone on the bed.

[Chen Dazhangzi: Damn you, Mu Chen, you just told me that you have no one you like, so you're making a public confession?Have you held back your big move for a long time? ]

[Miss Ding Siding: Mu Chen, do you have someone you like?Who is who, the back table of my old cycad tree actually blossomed ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah historic moment! ]

[Grandson—Ming: Brother Chen, see you soon.come on! ]

[......]

The person involved, Mu Chen, has a bewildered face...

what happened?Having trouble speaking?But a sentence of "inspiration from a very important person" and a sentence of "I've been waiting for you" can't be so YY...

Is it...

That Spanish!

Mu Chen quickly found Zhuo Chuyi's chat box, typed a sentence with his most steady and ruthless hand speed, and didn't even care about greetings.

[Mu Chen: Sister Chu Yi, do you know what this sentence means in Spanish? ]

At that time, he didn't ask Jiang Hao how to spell it, so he sent a voice over.

After waiting anxiously for three minutes and eight seconds, Zhuo Chuyi sent a message.

[Zhuo Chuyi: I didn't look at the above and suddenly clicked the voice to startle me. I thought you were drunk. ]

When Mu Chen heard this, he became even more square, as square as the Water Cube.

[Mu Chen: So what do you mean? ]

[Zhuo Chuyi: Would you say that you don't know the meaning?This is "I love you" in Spanish. ]

60. Late summer and early spring

It was as if many balloons exploded in my heart at once, and the air inside escaped in all directions, and then expanded due to heat, filling my whole heart to the brim.

"Tequiero, tequiero."

"This is... I love you..."

He murmured and repeated this sentence in Spanish, and every time he said it, he felt a kind of sweet filling in his heart.

Originally, I was ready to give up this secret love that I thought would be fruitless today, but I no longer want to express my heart.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Hao had already responded to him, before he knew what he wanted.

A white pigeon that had just been released flew around and returned to his hand, and it also brought the pigeon he had dreamed of.