you were there

Unconsciously, half a month has passed.Xia Mozhen seems to have gotten used to the days without Qiu Chen.

I don’t cook every day, and when I’m hungry, I order takeaway or go downstairs for a couple of bites.

Practice speaking in front of the mirror twice a day, only this activity can make Xia Moqiao speak.

He didn't even have anyone to talk to in such a big house, which sounded pitiful.

Xia Mozhen occasionally puts on earphones and sings a few songs with K-song software, but listens to them after recording, and does not save or publish, it is purely for self-entertainment.

……

The next day, Xia Moqiao was going to give a speech.He had already figured out the route to the lecture site.

The location of the speech is the best high school in Tianjin, and it is also the country that many students dream of entering.

However, Xia Moqiu's school is the bottom school in Tianjin.

It is estimated that this is the only time he has the opportunity to come in, and then participate in the speech contest in the lecture hall.

He doesn't envy the students here either, because he is well versed in what he has lost and what he has.

Maybe he will not be able to enter here to study in his life, but he has met someone who will make him miss him for the rest of his life.

Seeing the students in other schools are accompanied by teachers or parents, while I am alone, I inevitably feel a little uneasy.

However, when performing for the leaders of the district that day, the leaders and the teacher in the audience were there.

Seeing them, Xia Mozhen felt a little relieved.

"Is this dress your teacher asked you to wear?" said the female leader, "Didn't you wear a dress with a collar?"

Xia Moqiao looked down and found that she was wearing a polo shirt with a round neck, which was very casual.

Because he feels that inner strength is more important than outer clothing.

Xia Mozhen nodded.

After a while, the teacher asked him to change into a blue shirt with a collar.

Said it was borrowed from the teacher.

Although Xia Mozhen was reluctant, she still put it on.

Except for Qiuchen's clothes, he felt that no man's clothes were clean.

Qiuchen always likes to exercise and sweat, but her clothes don't smell of sweat, and there is always a faint fragrance, which is in stark contrast to her foot odor.

Finally it was Xia Mozhen's turn, and he was still a little uneasy.

He still remembered that when he stood up, the girl next to him gave him an encouraging look.

"Today, the topic of my speech is "Beautiful China My Chinese Dream"..."

Xia Moqiao's voice is full of magnetism.

What is the Chinese Dream?Some people yearn for a more prosperous life; some people yearn for their health to last longer; some people hope that their work can be easier... These are all Chinese dreams.

If someone asks me: what is your dream?Of course, everyone can understand "love and be loved".And I, in order to see this dream come true, made a little effort...

Three years ago, my junior high school class and I joined the "Tianjin Volunteer Service Team" and became a small team.I remember that the first activity everyone participated in was donation.Or stationery, or books, or clothing, everyone will also use the money from selling bottles as donations.Even though, these materials are just power.But I have a happy smile because of my small contribution.

Before long, we were involved in more meaningful activities - fundraising.One afternoon during the summer vacation, we stood under the scorching sun to collect donations.Two hours passed and we can say nothing.I still remember that when I ran to a lady who got out of a BMW, before I could bend down and speak, she frowned and said: Get out!After all, this lady who wore beautiful neck ornaments, dressed in luxurious clothes, and stepped on "heavenly heights" walked away...

Fortunately, some well-wishers donated their money into milk crates with red paper on them.Their charitable donations were not collected through our efforts.

I remember one of the donors was a foreign guy.He briefly asked me a few words in broken Chinese, and then stuffed two red banknotes into the donation box.I can still recall the sunny smile on his handsome face; the other one is the uncle guard next to the building.He purposely came out of the cool guard room, pacing towards me with banknotes in his hand.He didn't donate much money, and when I could see that he was smiling after he put the banknotes into the donation box...

I was thinking, obviously what I donated was the books I loved so much; what they donated may be their living expenses, or even their 'hard-earned money'.Obviously we are not rich, why can we smile happily because of that meager giving?Even though that lady is rich in clothes and rich in money, why would she frown and act angrily?

Perhaps, loving others is always happier than loving money; giving is always happier than receiving.The most beautiful thing in this world is not the graceful and luxurious figure, nor the incomparable wealth of the country.Love those who need help, and give them some of the 'wealth' they have, and the richness of happiness they experience will be stronger!

After the senior high school entrance examination, my classmates and I participated in another activity to condolences to "children with autism".I remember that I just stepped into the glass sliding door, and before I could put down my things, I was grabbed by the arm by a "fat guy" sitting at the door.

He is fat, maybe his shape has told me his hobby - eating.I bought a bag of snacks and estimated that he and I had to eat half of it.Of course, not even the chocolates I kept in my pocket were spared.While eating, he asked me: What day is it today?I answered him: Today is Saturday.

When he had eaten to his heart's content, he asked me to tell him a story.The few touching episodes in the few episodes of Pleasant Goat and Crayon Shin-chan that remain in memory were told to him.When I was really speechless, he asked me again: What day is today?I took the trouble to answer him, today is Saturday.At this moment, he took the mobile phone in my hand and asked me: Can you make a call?I nodded acquiescingly, but who was he trying to call?

I dialed the number he said.After a long time, the phone was connected.I heard an elderly voice from inside—Hello?Hello?Hello?After three beeps, he hung up the phone.After that, he just grabbed my arm tightly and stopped talking.

Before leaving, the person in charge there told me that he was calling his grandma.He never speaks after the call is answered, and when he hears the voice, he hangs up the phone.He just wanted to hear the voice of his relatives whom he hadn't seen for more than ten years; he always asked me the date, in fact, he was calculating how long his father would be able to visit him.Perhaps, his addition and subtraction is limited to within ten.Otherwise, how could he fail to figure out that his father hadn't visited him for more than 30 days; when he sat at the door, he hoped that when his father came, he would be the first person to catch his eyes.

Someone once asked me: what is the most touching love in the world?Of course, it was a persistent waiting; she asked me again: Then, what is the most tearful love in this world?It was that waiting did not bring him the happiness he expected.

I am not rich, and I cannot give him good food every day.Perhaps, a brief company is the only gift I can give him.

Donating things, raising funds, accompanying...these are small efforts made by me in order to realize the "Beautiful Chinese Dream".Whether it is a volunteer participating in the "Thousand-mile Relay for Beijing Heart-changing Boys", or Zhang Lili, the "most beautiful teacher" who heroically saved lives.Compared with them, my efforts to realize the "Beautiful Chinese Dream" can be said to be a drop in the ocean.Perhaps, the only thing we have in common is that we all gain happiness because of "love".

Some people think that a rich life is happiness; some people define that a long life is happiness; some people think that work is easy is happiness... These may be Chinese dreams, but they are not beautiful Chinese dreams.

I wonder if anyone has thought about where happiness comes from?Of course, it comes from satisfaction; but where does the most beautiful happiness come from?It is a scene painted with love.When we are "loved by others," we derive happiness from that love.But when we love someone else, the taste of contentment is stronger.Because lovers are always happier than being loved!

In fact, as long as we give one ten thousandth of love, we can feel [-]% happiness from that one ten thousandth of love.

Compatriots who have not yet learned how to love, we can first learn to love our relatives.Regardless of whether he is an elder who gets along with us day and night, or a child whom we haven't seen for many years.Only when we know how to discover love and cherish love, can we learn to give love.

Let us learn to love those strangers who need help!Love is like an invisible paintbrush.It will draw a beautiful color painting in our minds; love is like an invisible bridge of hearts.It will connect our hearts with the hearts of others, and encounter the most beautiful happiness on that bridge.Let this most beautiful happiness seep into everyone's heart, let this happiness flow out from everyone's heart, and give happiness to more people.

Van Gogh once said: Where the flower of love blooms, life can flourish.

Every Chinese son and daughter has a heart that knows how to love and be loved, and a garden full of love is planted in that heart.This is the Chinese dream I yearn for, and also the "beautiful Chinese dream" I am looking forward to! "

When he tells a story, he chooses to speak; when he expresses a point, there is a little more tenderness in his voice.

The cadence is ups and downs without losing warmth.Compared with the few contestants just now, his warmth is more refreshing and impressive.

In fact, in Xia Mozhen's heart, she just hopes to stay with the one she loves forever and never leave her.

Whenever his eyes rest on the faces of the people in the audience, he hopes to find him in the sea of ​​people like he did when he sang.

Only, he didn't show up.

"There are four winners of the first prize. Xia Moqiao, Li Lei, Liu Rui, Fang Yazhi..."

When Xia Mozhen heard her name, the loss finally disappeared.

With a smile, he walked onto the podium.

The certificates and trophies are very eye-catching, and the prize is a Disney-themed U disk.

When he stepped off the podium, he realized that the person he was thinking of was standing in front of him.

Looking at his face, Xia Mozhen's original indifferent expression suddenly faded away, and a feeling of excitement rushed directly to his eyes, wanting to let the tears of emotion come out of his eyes.

Before the award presentation was over, Qiu Chen took Xia Moqiao's bag and dragged Xia Moqiao out.

After closing the door of the auditorium, Qiu Chen couldn't hold back the excitement in her heart, and kissed Xia Moqiao's lips directly with her lips.

Xia Mozhen spoke more than 2000 words in one breath, her mouth was dry.For this sudden excitement and warmth, a faint flame ignited in his heart.

Qiuchen kissed him, exploring his love with her tongue, hoping to moisten his dry lips and tongue.

Xia Mozhen also responded to him, and what was exchanged between her lips and teeth was the thoughts of the two of them who had been separated for several days...

……

The two kissed so passionately that they were finally discovered by the security guard after a few minutes, and they fled away.

On the way, the two did not speak.Qiuchen just clasped his hand, not wanting to let him leave her again.

The two of them had just entered the house, and Qiu Chen didn't act like a beast, so she led him to the bedroom.

By the wall of that bedroom, there is a Yamaha electric piano.

"Your piano was burned before, and I have been saving money to buy it for you..."

Looking at the gift, Xia Moqiao didn't know what to say.I just know that tears are already rolling in my eyes, and they will burst out in the next second.

"Is your anger gone?" Qiuchen asked him in a low voice.

At this time, Xia Moqiao remembered his going to the nightclub.

"No!" Xia Moqiao replied coldly, trying hard to suppress the excitement and emotion in his heart.

Qiuchen hugged Xia Moqiao from behind, and explained to him in a low voice: "Actually, that person is also gay, and he wanted to chase after a subordinate who was younger than him, but that subordinate liked thinner ones, so he wanted to lose weight." , wanted to be like me, and kept asking me for advice on how to keep fit. He said he would give me a commission, and I agreed. To avoid suspicion, we both went to nightclubs instead of hotels.”

"Why don't you go to a hotel or a nightclub, use your pig's brain to think about which one is better to avoid suspicion?"

"It's relatively deserted there, and private rooms are cheaper than hotels. Besides, wouldn't it be more misleading for him to go to a hotel than a nightclub when he gets off work at night?"

Xia Moqiao felt that what he said was quite reasonable.

"I really just taught him some fitness methods and passed on my fitness skills. I didn't do anything else, but there are people I like."

Xia Moqiao believed it for now.

"Okay!" Qiu Chen broke the seriousness and threw Xia Moqiao directly on the bed.

"rogue!"

When Qiuchen heard that he was in a hurry, the little flame in her heart grew stronger.

Xia Moqiao's clothes and trousers were skilfully stripped off by Qiuchen, and the dispirited Qiaoqiao stood up like this.

Qiuchen refused to take off his shirt for a long time, so Xia Moqiao had to help him in person.

"No, the air conditioner is too cold, I'm wearing..."

Xia Moqiao really wanted to see his strong muscles again. What kind of charm made that fat man fall in love with?

Xia Mozhen lifted Qiuchen's shirt all of a sudden, and the scene in front of her made Xia Mozhen shocking.

A big gash ran from his chest to his navel.The wound is almost healed, but this will definitely leave a scar.

Qiuchen hurriedly put down her clothes, but she couldn't hold back against Xia Moqiao.

He directly reached out to cover Xia Moqiao's eyes, and kissed him hard.

Xia Mozhen broke away from his kiss, and asked with a serious face: "How did this happen?"

Qiuchen was speechless, but it really had nothing to do with that fat man.

"Did you play sex?" Xia Moqiao asked him.

Qiuchen didn't even dare to think about something so heavy.

"If you don't get angry after listening, I'll tell you!"

Xia Mozhen ignored him and stared at him with those eyes.

In this solemnity, Qiu Chen explained the reason to him.

"I was lifting the steel plate at the construction site that day, but the person in front didn't move it well, so the tip of the steel plate gave me a touch."

Qiuchen lifted up her clothes and showed Xia Moqiao: "Look, it's all right! It's really all right, it doesn't hurt anymore..."

Xia Mozhen was silent, her slender fingers touched Qiuchen's wound, and the fingertips gently slid across the dark red track.

From the wound that was about to heal, he felt an unforgettable love and pain.

Xia Mozhen knew that the two of them were not rich.Apart from the living expenses given by their parents, the two have no other source of income.Qiuchen is also not temperate, he will quickly lose all the pocket money given to him, and he also saves the extra money for emergencies.

I just wanted him to learn temperance, but I didn't expect him to go to the construction site to make money, or for himself.

At that moment, Xia Moqiao was heartbroken.In an instant, his tears were already surging out.

Seeing that Xia Mozheng was crying, Qiu Chen hurriedly poked the wound twice with Xia Mozheng's finger, and said comfortingly, "It doesn't hurt!"

It's okay not to touch, but Xia Moqiao's tears became more violent.

It was the first time for Qiu Chen to be at a loss like this, because he really didn't know how to comfort him...

Is it self-blame, or moved?

Is it excitement, or sympathy?

Qiuchen didn't know what to say or what to do.It's just that every time he sees this crybaby cry, he seems to be more sad than Xia Moqiao.

Xia Moqiao threw herself into his arms, tears wet Qiuchen's body.Those warm tears moved Qiu Chen even more than Xia Moqiao's sex.

The latter can be obtained by others; but tears are only eligible for oneself.

If a boy sheds tears for the person he loves, then he must have loved that person to the marrow.

In that sob, Xia Mozhen mixed with the words he wanted to say the most——

My beautiful dream is just to never be separated from you!