Guan Qi is silent

Lin Shang

Today I left Guan Qi's house very early, because there was really no need to stay there any longer.

Downstairs, the summer is scorching hot, and the camphor trees on both sides of the bank create a green shade. There is no one there, and the cicadas are singing like thunder, and the sound stirs my heart.

Walking into the camphor trees facing the window of Guan Qi's study, the rough dark brown torso has vertical and horizontal notches, a total of two hundred and nineteen "positive" characters, one more stroke.

Three years and one day, I fell out of love.

I crossed out all the "positive" characters.The coin made a bitter sound as it slid across the tree, like a person who wanted to cry but was choked by the throat, so pitiful.

But this is not worth my liking for Guan Qi at all.

I can't blame Guan Qi, all of this is my own sentimentality.

Some people's gentleness and carefulness come from unintentional, but it is this unintentional that leads us, step by step, to the cliff.

I squatted down, inserted the coin into the soil, and pressed it down, leaving only the last bit of metallic luster shining in the sun, which hurt my eyes, and I felt a little uncomfortable. I put my head on the tree and pulled the nearby grass blades , mixed feelings in my heart.

When I saw Guan Qi for the first time, Guan Qi still "cared for the wine", the script writer of "Surprise" by Wuqi Manshe, the author of "Imagination Dust" by Wuqi Publishing House, not in my heart, vivid and fresh Guan Qi.

Guan Qi is a godlike person in my heart, and I wanted to get close to him so much...

God, after all, is God, how could he fall into the dust of mortals?

I supported the tree and stood up, my legs were numb and my whole body was weak.

But I still gritted my teeth and left, leaving this place where the memory was overflowing and heavy enough to suffocate me.In fact, I really want to look back at that window. Every day when I leave, Guan Qi stands there, smiling at me with a soft light against the background of the light blue or bright red sunset in the sky.I am happy to go, looking forward to the next time to come quietly.

But today he will definitely not come.But I still have a sliver of fluke hope, like a weed trying to bloom in winter night, ridiculously overconfident.

He raised his head and raised his hands to cover his eyes. The crevices of his hands were full of crumbling green sky and crystal spots.

I remembered that he once left me a piece of his birthday cake. When I used my position as an excuse to discuss the plot and went to his house to eat cake with pay, the "Guan Qi" written in chocolate seemed to me to be The fat body of the cake is shining—I thought he left these two words for me on purpose, and I still think so stubbornly—after all, I am already very pitiful, why bother to think about it and make myself more Poor?

I treasured it with small sips and licked it clean. It was so clean that I felt obscene and blushed. I secretly raised my eyes to look at Guan Qi, and found that Guan Qi was looking at me with his head tilted on the table. His eyes contained the secrets of heaven and earth. Just like the words on the cake, it is shining brightly, with curved eyes and a slightly open mouth, looking very happy. Some long hair is scattered on the table, which has a flexible texture.

What he said later, I have forgotten, but his smile at that time, no matter when I am happy or sad, when I recall it, the noisy heart will immediately return to calm, a little bit of strength and desire, just In this way, it becomes a thin silk thread, and the little finger of ego stretches out, stretching out to him.

His smile, like... um... the bright green sky above his head now.

So alluring and beautiful.

It was like that again, a kind of ruthless beauty that I didn't know until today.