Looking at the bright moon

Before ten o'clock in the morning of the second day, Yongtang had breakfast and went to Dongyuan to find someone.He asked the housekeeper very clearly yesterday that Wen Mingyu didn't have to go out today, and he didn't receive any invitation.Since there is no one else occupying the other party's time, then Yong Tang can confidently sneak in.

In the past, he wasn't so clingy to his uncle, but Yongtang had just parted with him for more than half a year, and he had to be nervous when another feast broke in.After hearing that Wen Mingyu and Sheng Huan lived in Dongyuan together, Yongtang was so angry that he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. What's even more hateful is that now he can only get angry in vain, but there is no way to vent his anger.As early as when Wen Mingyu informed him that Sheng Huan had returned to Longyuan, the other party had already solemnly and unquestionably warned that Yongtang would never be allowed to mess around like he did back then.

Yongtang is not afraid of his uncle's punishment, but he is afraid that the other party will hate him because of it. He rarely restrained himself, and wanted to find an opportunity to regain face today.

When he came to Dongyuan, the servants said that Wen Mingyu had gone to the garden on the other side, and asked Yongtang to wait in Dongyuan first, and let them go to report.

Why can't Yongtang hear that these people are cautiously dissuading him from going to Wen Mingyu immediately, and immediately said angrily: "I'm looking for my own uncle, who gave you the courage to interfere with me?"

A group of servants had already experienced his temper, and they all dared not speak out again. Seeing that his authority was effective, Yongtang didn't make things difficult for them any more, and went to look for that garden.

There was good sunshine early this morning, and the plum blossoms in the garden were in full bloom, with a stone-paved path sandwiched in the middle.Now the path is full of messy and white petals, looking from a distance like crushed snow all over the ground.A small pavilion is hidden at the end of the road, surrounded by sparse plum trees, bamboo curtains hang down around the pavilion to keep out the wind, and a wisp of moist and warm tea fragrance is brought by the cold wind, which makes Yongtang slightly startled.

He didn't expect his uncle to be in such a good mood to come to the garden early in the morning to make tea and enjoy the plum blossoms. This discovery made Yongtang think of a mischievous idea.He deliberately walked lightly, held his breath, and walked around behind the pavilion, intending to make a sudden noise to scare the other party.

Unexpectedly, when he got closer, Yongtang suddenly heard a rather unfamiliar voice.It was a young man, his voice was clear and slightly cold, and the volume was kept very low, between normal conversation and whispering, which made the coldness also show tenderness.He said, "Does your head still hurt?"

Yongtang was full of doubts when he heard it, and later realized that the voice seemed familiar. He was searching in his memory, and heard another voice. The tone contained a very inconspicuous resentment, and it was only with people who were very close to him. Tone: "It's been a long time ago, a little problem, it's not worth you to pursue from last night to now."

These words seemed to be extremely heavy, they just fell down without warning, Yongtang's three souls and seven souls were all crushed, and his heart fell to the ground with a hollow heart.He had heard that person's voice since he was a child, and it was so familiar that he despaired, and he didn't even have a chance to doubt it.

He took a few steps forward in a strange way, and now he could see the situation in the pavilion clearly.There are two people sitting side by side on the bench in the pavilion. Wen Mingyu's back is easy to recognize. When there is no one else, he always has a lazy demeanor, like a cat curled up to bask in the sun, and only wants to maintain the most comfortable position. posture.It's the same with him now, Wen Mingyu's body is half sideways, with his elbows resting on the back of the chair, his five fingers bent against his forehead, and he is lowering his eyes. I don't know if he is looking at the people around him, or looking at the people around him lying on his knees. Book.Sitting next to him was Sheng Huan who had grown up, Yong Tang had never paid attention to this person's appearance, and now when he met him for the first time, he felt a burst of palpitation-like anger.

Sheng Huan's appearance hasn't changed much, and his eyebrows, which are more stretched than those of 16 years old, have added a bit of handsomeness unique to adult men.But as soon as he met Wen Mingyu's gaze, the corners of his mouth curled up indistinctly, revealing an affectionate and ignorant smile.Yongtang stood motionless not far away, his teeth itching with hatred for Sheng Huan, who was between a boy and a young man.He wanted to rush up and ask the other party why you smiled at my uncle like this, why you dare to write affection in your eyes blatantly, the secret I have endured for 17 years, why you can display it so easily In front of Wen Mingyu.

But Yongtang didn't dare to move, he never expected that he would be afraid of facing the scene after rushing out.Since he was sensible, he grew up under his uncle's pampering and pampering, and he rarely considered the consequences when doing things, because no matter what the consequences were, Wen Mingyu would take care of them for him.But now, he was looking forward and backward uncontrollably, frozen in place like a cut log.

Those two didn't notice him at all, Sheng Huan lowered his head to flip through the book, pointed to a line and asked, "What does this mean?"

Wen Mingyu read a French word and explained it to Sheng Huan.Yongtang finally found that his uncle was much more patient than he imagined when facing Shenghuan.Sheng Huan repeated it half-understood, Wen Mingyu was immediately amused by his poor pronunciation, stretched out his hand to pinch his chin, and corrected: "No, roll your tongue a little more."

Yongtang has learned French for a while, and Wen Mingyu often put aside the heavy work at hand and took time out to be his teacher.His French is much purer and more beautiful than Shenghuan's, but never once, no matter how good he behaved, Wen Mingyu never smiled at him so sincerely and brightly.

A gust of cold-soaked wind lifted the curtain and hit the people in the pavilion.Sheng Huan shuddered and sneezed, and Wen Mingyu immediately said, "Catch a cold? Who always says that he is in good health, and it doesn't matter if he blows the cold wind?"

"I haven't." Sheng Huan retorted very meekly, moving his fingers on the pages of the book, as if he still wanted to say something, but he was too embarrassed to say it.Wen Mingyu raised his eyebrows and stared at him. After a while, he took the initiative to put an arm on the back of the chair and said, "Come here."

Sheng Huan immediately moved towards him obediently, with a straight back and slow movements, forming a stone sculpture in Wen Mingyu's arms.The two maintained this posture for a while, Wen Mingyu saw that Sheng Huan still didn't move, so she sighed softly, and took the initiative to move closer to him, leaning her body, her head naturally resting on Sheng Huan's shoulder.

The man leaned on was startled, and his posture became more rigid, his hands clenched into fists on his knees, and his shoulders slumped, as if the weight on his shoulders was too much for him to bear.Wen Mingyu was very natural, he found a more comfortable position on his own, bent his fingers and tapped on the book a few times, and ordered the other party: "Keep reading."

Even the base of Sheng Huan's neck was flushed with a thin blush. It was a cold winter day, but he seemed to be sitting on the stove, and he didn't even have the time to read.He moved a little, his heart was beating so violently that even Wen Mingyu who was leaning on his shoulder could feel its joyful and restless vibrations, Sheng Huan was stunned for a while, and softly called: "Mingyue?"

"Hmm." Wen Mingyu made a nasal sound perfunctorily.

His hair rubbed against the side of Sheng Huan's neck, soft and cold, and the bitter and fragrant breath hit unreasonably, Sheng Huan's body shook slightly, and the skin that was attached to it was crisp and itchy Hair is hot.He didn't dare to move, he just asked in a dry voice: "You, why are you..."

Wen Mingyu closed her eyes and smiled silently, as if teasing him that he was only promising, and she frightened him into incoherent words even though she had done nothing out of the ordinary.He laughed for a while, and then said: "I wanted you to rely on me, but you don't understand anything, so I have to accommodate you."

Sheng Huan's face was so red that it couldn't be redder, completely forgetting that she had many reasons to argue.He is still young, and this is the first time he has tasted love, how can he comprehend the way of this aspect with ease.But he didn't expect any of this, Sheng Huan tried to relax his body slowly, instead of reading, he looked carefully at the person leaning on his shoulder.After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly called out: "Mingyue."

"doing what?"

Seeing that the other party was not moving, Sheng Huan finally stopped being so reserved. He was a little embarrassed, and asked in a low voice: "Can I... touch your face?"

Wen Mingyu didn't seem to have guessed that he would make such a request, so she opened her eyes and cast a glance at Sheng Huan.Sheng Huan immediately thought how rude and reckless his request was, and was about to apologize, but Wen Mingyu grabbed his hand and generously put it on his face, connivance and narrowness coexisted in his tone: "I said However, it’s all yours, so don’t be polite to me.”

Sheng Huan's fingertips touched the smooth and clean skin, which was obviously at a normal temperature, but he felt as if he had been scalded, and his fingers shrank slightly.For the first time, he talked back to Wen Mingyu without any momentum: "Don't say that again."

"Okay," Wen Mingyu still smiled: "May I ask if you can read a book now?"

Yongtang's ears were buzzing, his soul seemed to be out of his body, his legs were stiff and he didn't take a step forward.The Wen Mingyu in front of him was too unfamiliar, Yongtang knew his uncle, that man was humble and gentle on the surface, but actually had a higher heart than anyone else.From the age when he half-understood love until today, Wen Mingyu has never really loved or hated anyone once, and he has never met an opponent who can make him treat him differently.Yongtang loves his uncle, that admiration is almost like a pilgrimage, even if he doesn't get a response, he can comfort himself, even if he doesn't get it, there is no other person in the world who can get it.

However, now this Wen Mingyu who can accommodate and lean her head on another person's shoulder has completely overturned Yongtang's belief.Although he has Wen Mingyu's demeanor and tone, he has become a stranger that Yongtang has never met.

Yongtang suddenly remembered the first time he met his uncle, when he was only four years old, but he was used to all kinds of ups and downs.Father and mother have been running away, and finally one day, they stopped running away, that is, on that day, Yongtang lost his parents forever.Yongtang, who was terrified by the gunshots, was imprisoned by his uncle in an empty home. Except for the guards, only an old mother took care of his daily life.

One day when he heard footsteps in the corridor, he hurriedly scrambled and hid under the cabinet. He hid here when his father was killed. This was the only place in the world where he felt safe.

The door lock was unscrewed slowly and gently, Yongtang was so trembling that he couldn't even bite his index finger, he saw a pair of legs wrapped in suit trousers stepped into the room, walked around in a circle, walking leisurely like a young man traveling.But Yongtang saw the blood, some plum blossom-like blood splashed on the man's neat and clean trouser legs, he couldn't help sobbing and weeping, leaning against the wall and shrinking in desperately.

His movement was quickly discovered by someone who came. The other party stopped in front of the cabinet, bent one leg, supported the floor with both hands, and leaned down/body looked down.

The windows were not closed tightly, and a gust of wind suddenly lifted the closed curtains, opening the way for a large patch of bright sunlight.In Zha Ming's cramped space, Yong Tang saw Wen Mingyu for the first time.

Half of Wen Mingyu's face was drying in the warm sunlight, but there was no trace of affection in those naturally affectionate eyes, which made his white face have the texture of ice and snow.Yongtang didn't care to appreciate that extraordinary appearance, he just focused on screaming, kicking, maybe begging for mercy, because Wen Mingyu frowned at that time.

"Yongtang," Wen Mingyu called his name strangely, with a majesty that could not be disobeyed in his tone: "Come out, you are already safe."

Wen Mingyu didn't know how to coax a child at all, so Yongtang was dragged out from under the cabinet by him, and he turned around and wanted to run away.Wen Mingyu simply picked him up, restrained his kicking legs, and walked out very calmly.

Yongtang leaned on Wen Mingyu's shoulders, and saw fallen corpses everywhere outside the room, large areas of blood soaked the white carpet into red.After a few glances, Wen Mingyu's palm came up, covering his eyes firmly.There was also a bit of bloody smell in the opponent's fingers, Yongtang hid in this bloody darkness, feeling safe for no reason.

Wen Mingyu gradually learned to smile at him, and learned to coax him with gentle words. At some point, Wen Mingyu had replaced his parents and became Yongtang's closest and most admired person.

Yongtang seems to have seen Wen Mingyu, who still has the outline and expression of a boy.He was dissolved in the golden sunlight, he didn't know where he was going, Yongtang watched him motionlessly, and realized in a trance that he would never see him again.