Are you in love, my white moonlight

The movement of Yuan Deng's hands stopped.

He has always known that Zhang Jitong has a delicate mind, and he never thought that Zhang Jitong would not be aware of it, but he has never thought about how to deal with this relationship, and he never thought that Zhang Jitong would break through the window paper.

It's strange, obviously he didn't do anything wrong, but now he dare not raise his head, dare not face Zhang Jitong.

It's a pity that Zhang Jitong didn't give him a chance to evade: "I'm right, am I?"

"...I'm sorry." Yuan Deng lowered his head and pressed his hands on the table.

Zhang Jitong was silent, then he stood up and walked to Yuan Deng.

"Why do you say sorry? You didn't do anything wrong."

"And, actually, I don't like you anymore." Zhang Jitong said softly.

Yuan Deng paused, turned his face to look at him, and saw Zhang Jitong looking at him gently as always, his expression did not seem to be fake.

Yuan Deng opened his mouth, he didn't know what to say in such an embarrassing situation.

However, Zhang Jitong looked very relaxed: "You don't have to be burdened, I'm not lying, I really only regard you as a friend now."

"People get to know each other based on fate, don't waste it." He said with a smile, "I haven't done anything wrong, and being a friend is enough loyalty, right? What was the past and what will be in the future, this request is not too much, right? .”

"Is it okay?" Zhang Jitong stretched out his hand, clenched it into a fist, and stretched it out in front of Yuan Deng.

This is their hand gesture when they play well, a fist bump, and the matter is over.

Yuan Deng was stunned for a moment, then the corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and he punched him: "Okay."

Zhang Jitong: "By the way, I remember that there is one thing I haven't told you."

"What's the matter?" Yuan Deng hated others to catch him.

"When I came back from dinner just now, I seemed to see your brother near the school gate." Zhang Jitong said, "Aren't you going down?"

"He's downstairs?" Yuan Deng was a little surprised.

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Jitong was also a little surprised: "Don't you know?"

"I don't know." Yuan Deng took out his phone, ready to ask Yongjipu.

He just opened their chat interface, thought of their current state, snapped his fingers, and turned off the screen again.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jitong asked.

He was already puzzled.The night they went to the bar together, they both looked weird.

Yuan Deng exhaled, and replied vaguely: "Well... there is something wrong between us."

"Is the problem still unresolved?" Zhang Jitong wondered, this is not like Yuandeng's style of doing things. The Yuandeng he knows always tends to solve problems quickly when faced with problems.

"Obviously not." Yuan Deng smiled wryly.

If it has been resolved, is he still so distressed these days?

"If you don't mind, can you talk to me?" Zhang Jitong said.

Yuan Deng raised his eyes to look at him, Zhang Jitong's eyes were still gentle, calm and tolerant, as if they could dispel all his unknown, hypocritical and complicated emotions.

Let him suddenly have the desire to talk.

Yuan Deng sat on a chair with his arms around his knees, opened his mouth, and began to slowly talk about the things he had experienced and his psychological feelings these days.

Zhang Jitong sat next to him, very quiet, and made a "huh" from time to time, indicating that he was still listening.

After Yuan Deng finished speaking, Zhang Jitong was silent for a moment, and suddenly said to Yuan Deng, "I'll tell you about mine too."

The story is also very simple. The two met at work. At first, they communicated at work. Later, they found that they could also talk in other places and became friends. But then everything seemed to be derailed.

"Then what do you think?" Yuan Deng asked subconsciously.

Zhang Jitong looked down at his fingers: "I'm just an ordinary friend to him, and I don't have any feelings beyond friends."

"Then..." Yuan Deng was stunned for a moment, "Then him?"

"He might have it for me." Zhang Jitong said very tactfully, "But feelings are something that cannot be forced."

Yuan Deng thought about his moving back, and asked, "So, is it because of this reason that you don't go there for an internship?"

"That's right." Zhang Jitong sighed softly, "Let's give each other some space to be cold. I moved back because I didn't want to lose him as a friend. Similarly, the thing I told you just now was also because I didn't want to lose him." Lose your friend."

Yuan Deng nodded clearly: "I know."

"You know what a ghost." Zhang Jitong laughed, "I'm not telling you this to pull you to share your thoughts. I just want to tell you."

"If you look at me and the people around you, you will know how difficult it is to have a relationship. It is too demanding, don't you think? It is too difficult to be of the same age, to have the same interests, and to like each other. But such a young The probability of... being touched by you."

Yuan Deng lowered his eyes, he knew that Zhang Jitong was persuading him.

"You're hesitating, why don't you think about it." Zhang Jitong finally patted him on the shoulder.

After a long time, Yuan Deng moved, and he took out the crumpled note that he had been carrying around for the past few days from his pocket.

He unfolded the note, and the handwriting caught his eye was strong and sinewy.

The letter was not very long, and he looked down intently, becoming more and more surprised as he read it.

He originally thought that Yongjipu would explain to him in the letter what he had done before, and explain to him that the relationship between him and Xian Musheng was just a simple friendship, and he didn't choose to marry him purely for profit.

But he didn't.

Surprisingly, he didn't write that.

On the contrary, what I write is very life-like and trivial things.

Or, more akin to a diary.

This letter was written from the first day of their quarrel, simply recording what he thought, thought, and saw every day.

The first one is: [This is the first day you moved out, and the wedding ring accidentally dropped on the floor and got dusty.Sorry, I didn't get it right.I've rinsed it out and put it on the nightstand where you can reach it when you come back. ]

Yuan Deng then looked down.

[I drank a lot of wine today, and my stomach feels uncomfortable.I remembered the noodles you made for me before, I forgot to tell you, it was delicious. ]

[Driving past the supermarket where we went to buy daily necessities together after get off work, I couldn't help but go in and buy the things we bought again. ]

Yuan Deng felt that the paper was a little wrinkled, and the handwriting was a little blurred, as if it had been stained by water.

[I'm such an asshole for making you so sad, I shouldn't have told that lie. ]

[I saw you smiling at your colleagues in the company, you had a good chat, and you smiled at him.At that moment, I was a little jealous of him. ]

……

[I think I understand a little bit what you said to me before, I am too dull. ]

[I asked my assistant to find me a pot of roses to keep.As soon as I see it, I think of you. ]

[The company's project has been completed and has earned a lot.Zhuo Mingjun asked me where to go to build a team.I told him, arrange to go to Sanya, I want to skydive.In fact, I am afraid, but I am more afraid of regret. ]

Although the letter was not long, Yuan Deng read it very slowly, and it took a long time to see the last sentence.

The date is very new, just a few days ago.

[If I can come down from the sky tomorrow, I will give you this note, say sorry to you, and ask you if there is another chance in the future, can I go skydiving together? ]

Yuan Deng's Adam's apple rolled.

The honeymoon of the two had no beginning and no end. There was originally an arrangement of skydiving in the itinerary, but before they went, they decided to detour to the airport and return home.

He originally thought that he was more regretful.

About this, about these things.

His thoughts were like a surging tide, drowning him in an instant.All the remaining unwillingness and injustice in my heart were washed away.

Yuan Deng took out his phone with shaking hands, and sent a message to Yongjipu: [Are you near Huada? ]

Yongjipu replied quickly: [Yes. ]

Yuan Deng lowered his eyes and sent a message: [I'm in the dormitory. ]

[I want to see you, now. ]

Above the chat window, "the other party is typing..." appeared repeatedly, and after a while, the word "OK" popped up in the chat dialog box.

The night is thick, the stars are scattered on the sky, and a round of moon hangs high in the sky, bright and clean.

The two made an appointment to meet at the bottom of the dormitory. Yuan Deng was waiting for Yongjipu next to the card-swiping gate, silently counting 5 to [-] sheep.

He stood on tiptoe and looked into the distance. The shadows of the trees were whirling, and the street lamps propped up the light on both sides of the road. From a distance, it looked like a row of furry light bulbs in the distance.

When Yuan Deng counted to 5 and twenty sheep.

He finally saw a tall figure appearing at the end of the road, striding towards him, his white shirt was blown into folds by the wind, just like the first time he saw him.

"Little lamp." He stood still in front of Yuan Deng, bowed his head and called him.

Yuan Deng pursed his mouth: "Why did you come?"

He counted 520 sheep before this man appeared.

Make him wait so long.

Yongjipu just smiled indulgently and said, "I have something for you."

"what?"

A newly bloomed rose was stuffed into Yuan Deng's hand, the bright red petals were layered on top of each other, and it looked like velvet under the lamp.Yuan Deng took it in his hand and turned it around, and found that the spikes on the branch had been removed, and compared to the one he bought at the flower shop before, the head of this flower was not big.

As if seeing his doubts, Yongjipu explained: "The rose I raised has blossomed."

"It's beautiful, so I brought it here."

Is this the pot of roses he mentioned in the letter?

Yuan Deng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He had heard other people say that although flowers have a short shelf life, the joy of receiving them can last a long time.

Facts have proved that it is true.

Yuan Deng raised his head, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

"Thank you."

Seeing Yuan Deng smiling, Yongjipu curled his fingers slightly.

He turned his gaze away, coughed lightly, and was about to ask why Yuan Deng was at the school, when he heard Yuan Deng ask him why he was near the school.

Hearing this question, Yongjipu paused, but still answered truthfully: "I don't want to live on the west bank by myself, and I moved to the house I bought here a few days ago."

"The house you gave me for my birthday?" Yuan Deng asked.

"Correct."

Sure enough.

Yuan Deng lowered his head, ground his toes on the floor, and murmured: "Actually, it's not impossible to move it back."

Yuan Deng's voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderbolt to Yongjipu's ears.

He looked at Yuan Deng fixedly: "...what do you mean?"

Yuan Deng repeated his words, then glanced at him quickly, and said, "But you have to promise me one condition."

"What conditions?"

Yongjipu felt that even if the Yuan Lantern asked him to take off the moon from the sky at this moment, he would seriously consider how to achieve this goal.

"Next time we will go skydiving together." Yuan Deng squeezed the rose in his hand and added, "However, it's your turn to wait for me on the ground."

Yongjipu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly realized that Yuan Deng had already read the letter.

He laughed until his chest was shaking, and Yuan Deng was a little ashamed, so he restrained his smile a little, and stretched out his hand to rub Yuan Deng's head.

"Okay."

[End of text, 2022.02.20]

The author has something to say:

The story stops here!

Lantern and Jeep will be together well in the future.

This story originated from a picture in my mind-someone held the long-awaited hands in a lively bar or dance hall.

At the beginning, I wanted to write a story about a certain gentleman who wanted an apple, but the other party gave him a pear, so that he could be tortured to death.

However, during the writing period, I also encountered many things in the third dimension, and found that there are many wishes that cannot be realized in reality, but the novel can.

So I said to myself, forget it, just write that he got the apple he wanted, and write a story about a wish coming true, a good love story.

Then it was slowly polished and written into today's story.

Maybe he is not perfect, but I really wrote it with my heart.

I love it and hope you will too.

I am very happy to meet you in this article, I will remember every id that appeared in the comment area, no matter before or after, thank you~ If there is a chance, see you in the next article~

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