Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

I wasn't sleepy to begin with, and now I'm not sleepy at all.

If you can't sleep, you tend to have wild thoughts.

My imagination is so wild that I can think of anything.

When I was excited, I couldn't help but want to find someone to talk to. Besides Yin Mo, there was someone else, so I might as well just make do with him.

"Yin Mo, are you asleep?"

"No."

"Are you almost asleep?"

Yin Mo: Otherwise, you’d better not say anything.

"No."

"Do you know anything about music?"

"What do you mean?"

"Would a stringed instrument be like that?"

"I know a little bit about them."

Su Ge seemed to have heard something extraordinary, and the hand that was supporting his head slipped and fell straight down.

Yi Fengbai thought he was playing with something, but saw that he was in a panic.

He turned over, jumped down, and kicked the tree before catching up with Sugo.

When Sugo was still ten centimeters from the ground, he was rolled up by his powerful hands and hung upside down on the tree.

Sugo said he was not at ease with his posture.

"Can you do it?"

Yin Mo inexplicably felt that he was mocking him.

I wanted to prove myself by pulling him up, but Sugo was not very cooperative.

"If you can't do it, I'll go down by myself."

Yin Mo: Still coming, it’s never going to end, right?

"You can't."

Su Ge didn't understand why he was so excited. Did he mention something he was afraid of? It was strange.

"I'm sorry, I can't do it, can you let me go now?"

Yin Mo: He really doesn’t care?

Or maybe this was just his angry words.

If it was just his angry words, then I might have been too harsh. After all, from my observation, he did seem to be a little disappointing.

"Hey, hey, brother, can you let me go?"

Yin Mo came back to his senses and subconsciously loosened the strength in his hands.

Su Ge: "No, brother, you, poof..."

Sugo fell to the ground and didn't feel any pain.

But it was about to hurt, and it was too late to move away.

Being pinned down by the falling Yin Mo, Su Ge had no idea that he could almost completely cover himself.

Should we talk about posture or body shape?

Yin Mo doesn't usually look this tall and strong.

Sugo felt that if he were in a cartoon, he would have become a piece of paper by now.

"Brother, please come down quickly, okay?"

Yin Mo stood up in a panic.

His foot tripped Sugo's and, as expected, he fell down again.

This time I didn't press it down completely, and my elbow was on the ground, which hurt.

But their heads still instinctively moved lower, and their faces were just inches apart. If one of them pouted, they could touch the other's face.

The pupils were dilated in front of his eyes, all of them were panic-stricken, exactly the same as if they were just reflections.

My elbows were sore from supporting myself, and then I remembered how rude I was.

"Yes, sorry."

All the hot air sprayed onto Su Ge's face, making it misty. Real wine doesn't make people drunk, but people get drunk themselves.

Of course there was no wine.

Sugo waited quietly for him to get up.

Half a day, half a day.

"Why don't you get up?"

I felt like I had paid him back, and I felt the air around me getting warmer with every breath I took.

"oh oh."

Yin Mo got up.

The two of them sat leaning against the tree, their view getting wider.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, with no clouds around, making it look particularly lonely and cold.

"Do you think the moon will feel lonely?"

This question was not asked by the curious baby Su Ge, but by Yin Mo.

Sugo was surprised that he took the initiative to speak.

But also think seriously about his problem.

"No way."

"Why?"

“The weather is changeable. The moon you see now is lonely, but it will not feel lonely when it is surrounded by stars. Everything in the world needs some time alone to think, grow, and understand itself.”

Yin Mo didn't quite agree with what he said and frowned to refute it.

"How do you know the moon doesn't feel lonely when it's surrounded by stars?"

Su Ge: If you are not a fish, how can you know the joy of a fish?

"We are analyzing appearances now. What you said is just your subjective thoughts. If you were the moon, you might feel lonely.

But we are not it, and how it feels is perhaps only known to it. What we can see and discover is only the surface. Everyone's understanding is different, so we don't have to compete to see who is better.

Yin Mo: Why does it feel like I'm listening to a lecture by a Grand Tutor?

I almost said: The teacher is right.

Can we continue talking today?

"Have you ever heard the story about the fairy Chang'e who lived on the moon?

Yin Mo knew that what he said was not what he thought.

"What do you think?"

"Erlang Shen, do you know?"

……

"So are you telling the story of Chang'e or the story of Erlang Shen?"

Su Ge: "This, this is not important. Just tell me if there is Chang'e in it?"

"Have."

Su Ge said, "Don't bother me." "That's it."

……

"So, are Chang'e and Erlang Shen together?"

Su Ge looked meaningful: "What do you think?"

"no."

Even though Sugo hinted at such misleading things, he still guessed right.

I can no longer preach, but I am mostly curious.

He asked with great interest: "How did you know?"

"They have a responsibility."

……

The night seemed to be exceptionally long. The two of them felt like they had been chatting for a long time, but Dongfang still didn't look like he was going to get up.

Feeling sleepy, Sugo didn't want to sleep on the ground, so he climbed up the tree first.

After taking Yi Fengbai's place, Su Ge found that his position was very safe, with branches blocking his way and making it difficult for him to fall.

The two of them switched positions.

After a round of activities, Su Ge felt that he was no longer sleepy, but he still had to sleep.

"Yin Mo, can you sing?"

"will not."

Su Ge became interested: "I'll teach you, sing with me."

……

The reproduction by Yi Fengbai is completely out of tune.

Sugo thought he was tone-deaf.

"Hahahaha, Yin Mo, you can't do that anymore, right? Try to study hard."

It takes a long time to teach a song.

He couldn't remember the lyrics of other songs, he only remembered "Pipa Xing", after all, he had memorized it when he was in school.

I'll just teach you this one.

Finally I had learned almost all of it, but a few notes still needed to be corrected, so I simply lay on the tree trunk and looked down at him.

"Turn your head so I can see your mouth shape."

……

Sugo was very depressed. He was so good and had learned everything, almost all of which were in tune. His unique voice and soft singing soon made Sugo fall asleep.

Yi Fengbai was left to savor the charm of the poem.

It was his turn to be unable to sleep.

I memorized the lyrics over and over again as if they were a treasure.

Finally, he turned his curious eyes to the sleeping person.

He is full of mystery and his personality is changeable.

Angry, stable, gentle, aggressive, brave, cowardly...

It seems that human emotions always have two sides.

Sugo is like a palette. Whatever color you want depends on what paint you provide him.

But he seems to be able to process the original colors, making the presented colors more refreshing or peaceful and tranquil.