you are my brightest sun

looking into your eyes is like watching a movie

——Qin Chuanli

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Southerners call it Malatang, while northerners call it Poon Choi.

The most delicious Poon Choi I ​​have eaten on weekends cost more than 100 yuan. Back in the school days, it was quite a waste to eat such a pot of spicy dishes for more than 100 yuan. What good things can I buy with 100 yuan now?

When you are helpless and have nowhere to go in a strange city, it is a kind of happiness for you to have a small house that shelters you from wind and rain.

At that time, the school’s new dormitory hadn’t been renovated yet, so I rented a small single room outside on weekends. It was not far from the school, and it was only a few turns around. Going to school and going back can lose myself, being late for a week in a row, and the credits are deducted so that my heart is bleeding.

Finally, on this weekend, I noticed a person who could go home with me every day. That person was Qin Chuanli. On weekends, I checked the senior's time to go out every day, waited in the alley after school, and then followed behind to go out and go home.

Most of the time, I can wait for it. Occasionally, there are times when I can’t wait. On weekends, I kicked the corner of the wall and pulled the leaves in the flower garden. I turned around to see that there was still no one, so I had to bite the bullet and walk through the alley. This alley is wrong. , that alley is wrong, you always have to go to the origin and start again. If you are lucky, you can find the right way on weekends in 30 minutes, and if you are not good, it will take more than 50 minutes.

Finally, one day, Qin Chuanli also found a person walking behind his buttocks. He was white and clean, with big eyes and bright lights, like watching a movie.

At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but when I thought about it later, he actually took his own time to make it happen in his own eyes.Qin Chuanli thought that the weekend was purposeful, and after a month or so, there was no movement at all on the weekend, and he walked slowly behind his butt with his head down every day.

Qin Chuanli actually remembers very clearly. He remembers everything, what he remembered on weekends and what he forgot.So Qin Chuanli also remembered that he followed him for more than two months on the weekend because he didn't know his way.

It happened to be winter at that time, it was gray, and then it began to snow, one by one, waiting at the intersection of alleys on weekends, and when I was bored, I grabbed snow to play, there were no leaves in the flower garden, and the snow melted in the palm of my hand He quickly rubbed his palms together and turned around to see if the senior was here. He didn't know, but the person he was waiting for was watching him from the window on the eighth floor of the second-hand bookstore.On the weekend, I looked at my watch for the last time, and made up my mind not to wait. Qin Chuanli just watched the weekend walking through the streets and alleys, and turned forward several times to get home. On the weekend, I went back to the alley and started again. , Qin Chuanli finally understood, this guy is a road idiot, following him simply does not know the way.

The old bookstore on the eighth floor is the tallest building in this alley.

When he was in a bad mood, Qin Chuanli hid in the sixth floor of the old bookstore at the entrance of the alley, watching the weekend walking through the streets like a maze, and when he was about to give up on the weekend, he would appear in the sight of the weekend with dignity, and then the weekend would be very I happily followed behind and walked slowly, never tired of it.

Look into his eyes and you'll know what he's thinking, those eyes that can talk.

On weekends, I lowered my head and followed the long legs in front, step by step. I never thought that the senior who brought me home would talk to me: look up.

Weekend raised his head obediently. This was the first time that Weekend looked at Qin Chuanli seriously. In the past, he just took a rough look, and when he knew it was Qin Chuanli, he followed.

"He looks so good!" That's what he thought the first time he saw him on the weekend.

Qin Chuanli said, "Look up to recognize the way, and follow."

"Turn around two alleys, turn left and there is a big stone sculpture, go straight through the lotus pond, there is a hair salon in front, the breakfast shop on the far left, and the small copy shop on the right, just turn forward and you will arrive, remember ?”

Weekend blinked and nodded, Qin Chuanli tilted his head and squinted at him, how could he recognize the way when he walked without looking up.

"Repeat."

"Turn around two alleys, turn left and there is a big stone sculpture, go straight through the lotus pond, there is a hair salon in front, the breakfast shop on the far left, and the small copy shop on the right, just turn forward and you will arrive, remember ?”

"Tsk..."

"You look so good-looking. I'm a weekend freshman in the Language Department."

Later, I would repeat this sentence many times when I forgot my way on weekends. Until the dormitory was renovated, I never saw Qin Chuanli again on weekends, nor did I ask about this person.

But in the debate competition of the sophomore year, I saw a good-looking and familiar person, from the business department, who looked impatient.I was sure I had seen him on the weekend, so I ran to Qin Chuanli after the debate. I don't know why, but I just wanted to talk to him.

"Huh~ I'm the weekend of the language department."

"Ah."

"Uh... let's go eat, seeing you walking so fast, you must be very hungry."

"Not hungry."

"I'm hungry!" Weekend stared, puffing his cheeks like a goldfish.

On the weekend, I took Qin Chuanli to a nearby Poon Choi restaurant that looked relatively high-end, and ordered a large pot of it.

Qin Chuanli looked at the big basin, only two pairs of chopsticks, no bowl.

"Don't worry, I'm not sick, I still have a health certificate, and I donate blood once a year!"

Qin Chuanli picked up the chopsticks to pick out the mushrooms, and moved them to the side of the weekend. Remember the weekend, this guy doesn't like mushrooms.

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Dreaming on weekends, always dreaming of the past.

"Qin Chuanli, am I about to die? The old man thinks about the past when he says he is about to die."

Qin Chuanli turned around and put the weekend into his arms.

"..."

"Qin Chuanli, would we have known each other if the school dormitory hadn't been renovated?"

"meeting."

"Well! We are meant to be together."

"Yes, go to sleep." Then he patted the cat on the back lightly, like coaxing a child.