Greedy.

After May.The Awakening of Insects has passed, and the rain is getting more and more. The swallows rest here for a while, and continue to go north.

When you fell into a drowsy sleep, you stretched out your hand to the side, and the bed was already cold.

You buried your face in the pillow without paying attention, and simply rolled up the quilt on Qiao Qing's side, and rolled yourself into a spring roll.

You had a dream about a forehead lawsuit. In the dream, there were three Qiao Qings, each more annoying than the other.You were very pleasantly surprised when you saw them at first, and you said hi to them one by one, but one sighed, one reacted flatly, and the other turned away directly without looking at you.

You brought a plate of dumplings, and you haven’t started to sell them yet. You sighed and said “can’t eat it” and turned your face and said “sugar-coated cannonballs”. .

You, who have been spoiled by the current Joe, ran away as soon as you got angry.After running away, I still have the perspective of God, and I can still see the remaining three bickering.Turning his face away, he muttered "Let's go, I shouldn't have come", sighed as if he was a bit regretful, and said "It's okay to watch from the sidelines", the normal version folded his arms and looked indifferent.

After a stalemate for a while, he sighed and suddenly kicked down and turned his face, grabbed the normal version, and ran away without saying a word.The normal version followed for a few steps, without blushing or panting, and praised blankly: "Bastard."

You wanted to laugh watching their internal strife, but you sighed and raised your eyes slowly, your eyes were extremely red, as if coated with blood, but there were no tears.Those red eyes are like a knife that can't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, and your heart softens instantly.

No matter how different their personalities are, since they put on Qiao Qing's face, you can't see it like this.

You think, forget it.You are ready to go over and coax this group of Qiao Qing, who knows that you haven't arrived yet, so you turned your face and arrived first.

At this time, the perspective changes again, and the eyes return to you, and you can only listen dimly from a distance.

She turned her face and said, "...it's fake."

He sighed: "New." His eyes seemed to be full of tears that no one could see, but at this moment he smiled slightly.With this smile, he suddenly looked like Joe lighter than anyone else.He said almost inaudibly: "We are..."

You startled for a moment.Just at this moment, he sighed and turned his face suddenly, and a burst of fire burned like a gun, covering the two of them.The strange thing is that Twisted Face, who has always been against him, didn't struggle at all, just stood there, silently accepting the death of both.

At the last moment of disappearance, he sighed and looked at you quietly, as if he knew you were there; he turned his face to glance at the normal version who had been watching coldly, and nodded slightly.

You seem to hear a vague "don't worry", but the normal version of the side face is extremely stern, and it seems calm.

He stood there for a while, then left without hesitation.

Walking straight towards you.

He walked up to you, bent slightly, and stretched out a hand to you: "Let's go."

Those eyes were calm and steady... like brown sunlight.

You have a lot of things you want to ask, and you want to hold those hands, but before you can do anything, you wake up from the dream.Like missing a homecoming ship.

Now you feel that this dream was broken in a wrong place, so you have to catch it and redo it.

However, you also need luck. If you close your eyes again, you will only dream of some fragments of your life that are wrong.

Like a gust of wind, if it blows, it will pass. If you fail to meet it at the moment it comes, you will not be able to catch it.

You turned over and opened your eyes motionless in the darkness.The ups and downs of the dream just now are gradually faded by time, only those eyes are still as clear as before, making you feel stuck in your throat.

It seems that I have never seen Joe lightly shed tears, you think.

Just thinking about it in this way will make you feel empty, and you will feel some dull pain of being at a loss.

J.You suddenly gave birth to great determination and courage, as if you have three heads and six arms, omnipotent - I want to protect him and coax him.

You silently and solemnly made a promise to yourself.

I want to protect him and coax him.

Suddenly, the hinges clicked lightly, the door was pushed open a small crack, and the light from the corridor shone in slightly.

It's Qiao Qing.

Normally, you are still asleep, but today you had a nightmare and woke up early.And Qiao Qing is used to waking up early and doing morning exercises. When you wake up and touch it to the side, it will probably be in vain.

Only in rare cases, Qiao Qingchen comes back to lie down with you after running, and you can hug him when you wake up, just like hugging a surprise at the beginning of the day, and you can be happy for a long time.

Jo tiptoed in to get a change of laundry.You listened intently to the sound of his footsteps, and suddenly grabbed his hem silently——

Qiao Qing was frightened to death.

He froze for a moment, then gently pinched your wrist and took it off, very helpless: "Baby, can we turn on the light when we wake up later? People who pretend to be asleep are not suitable for touching hands and feet."

"I just want to be coquettish." You rustled in the dark with a smile.

Joe flicked on a small light.His jaw was dazzled, and the originally sharp edges and corners looked very soft: "I think you want me to act like a baby."

"Ah," you said calmly, "I think about this too."

You hold out a hand to him and let him pull you up.When you come back from the wash, you see that the curtains have been drawn, and Jo, bewildered by the thin sunlight, turns on another headlight.

Now it is a bright room.

Strange to say, although smart homes are very developed nowadays, both you and Qiao Qing seem to like to organize and operate them by hand.Like now when you glance at the asymmetrically drawn curtains and the corners of your lips curl up.

Although there are buttons beside your bed, you can open the curtains with one button, soften the harsh light, and turn on the bright lights.

But knowing that it is clumsy and still trying is a kind of tenderness in itself.

You can see that he changed his clothes and just sat on the bed waiting for you. He didn't seem to want to make the bed, so he deliberately tilted the headboard of the bed lazily, as if he was paralyzed.Qiao Qing really couldn't see it, so she picked up her own pillow and put it on your back.

As soon as I took it, I saw a stack of paintings under the pillow.

Qiao lightly froze.He slowly picked up the stack of paintings, and was surprised when he started: "There are so many."

"316 you." You said, "Count the Q version."

You looked at him and smiled slightly: "March [-], happy birthday."

Qiao Qing seemed to want to laugh too, but she was stunned for a while, but only lowered her eyes.He traced those lines with his fingertips: "When did you draw it?"

"When Xiao misses you."

"..."

"Well, well, there are times when I simply miss you."

Joe looked at a few of them in silence. He read them slowly, as if he could see the story behind them.Section by section, is time.

"Has it been a long time?" He asked suddenly.

"It doesn't count," you said, "it's all sketches, and many of them are still sketches. I can draw two if I feel like it. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

If you can't finish the painting this year, wait until next year to send it off, and you won't leave anyway.

It's a pity that there are too many happy times, and the quota is filled at once. Next year will be a new story.

As long as the protagonist of the story is me and you.

You smile at the countless pasts and endless futures.

Then it doesn't matter.

Qiao Qing paused suddenly.

"Why is this picture so fierce," he said, "It's like swallowing mints raw, and the eyes are cold."

It's the first one you ever drew.

Your eyes are far away for a moment, but Qiao Qing's temperature is close at hand, like the rope of a kite, always holding you.

"This picture... I named it." You say, "It's called—"

--summer.

Qiao Qing curled up her fingers as if being burned.

"This is quite like me." He said suddenly.

You say: "I know."

I knew from the beginning that your spring breeze is a lie.

but--

"It's okay." You hugged him gently, "I love you, don't you know?"

……

Qiao raised his eyebrows lightly.

"This bread..."

He was out of his mind. "It was when you first moved here, right?"

You snapped your fingers smiling.

……

There is another one inscribed, called "Happiness", but the content is just a lonely moon.A line of small characters was inscribed in block letters next to it-"The moon by the window is the moon when I was young, and the person next to the pillow is the sweetheart"*.

Qiao raised his eyebrows lightly: "There were so many me before, why did I disappear when I was happy?"

"You are in my heart, no one will show it." You said, "Not even you."

Joe smiled softly: "Stingy."

He pressed against your forehead and said in a breathy voice: "Then can you kiss your sweetheart?"

"Well," you say, "this could be called happiness, too."

The author has something to say:

*The moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is your sweetheart——Zhang Ailing

Girls who want to see he can retreat strategically~ It’s basically a downhill road ^_^