He is cold and distant

There were no flowers in the yard, so he didn't say what it meant, he only said that the relationship between them stopped at being friends.

……

Lang Mingfeng knew a boy since he was a child, he was the same age as him, and his name was Bian Zimo.

He likes to look at girls of the same age, who are frightened by bugs or other scary things, and panicked, that will give him some short-term pleasure.

But after getting acquainted with Bian Zimo, Lang Mingfeng's reason for doing these things quickly changed to another one. He hoped that that person could have some fun with him.

He likes to see expressions on his face that he doesn't usually show. This kind of fun is obviously different from his fun of teasing others.

One is with a playful mentality, while the other is with a mentality that can make him really happy. Comparing the two, there is a big difference.

If there is anything unfavorable to Mo, Lang Mingfeng thought, he would rush to rescue him immediately.

It's like the most cherished thing is taken away by others, and they don't cherish it at all.

Before the age of ten, Lang Mingfeng and Bian Zimo were good friends, but after that, someone he didn't know appeared.

Therefore, the first time he saw Mu Yuanzhu, he warned him not to do anything that would be detrimental to Mo with defensive eyes and an unfriendly attitude.

But he knew that that person would not do this, because when his eyes looked at Mo, they would become a little softer.

That kind of gaze was familiar to Lingzi Mingfeng, because he himself had looked at Mo with such gaze many times.

Mo opened his mouth and told him not to hurt Mu Yuanzhu, but Lang Mingfeng just hid his loss and sadness, and smiled back to him.

How could he hurt the person Mo wanted to protect?He knew that if he did this, Mo must be the first person to be dissatisfied with him.

Such a result was not what he wanted.

Therefore, for a long time in the future, he did not do anything excessive to Mu Yuanzhu.

And Mo seemed to be getting closer and closer to Mu Yuanzhu. At first, when Lang Mingfeng saw someone bullying Mu Yuanzhu in the school, he walked by, and even felt a little gloating in his heart.

He thought, if this person is so weak, Mo will not like it, right?

But he didn't expect that Mo would personally teach Mu Yuanzhu how to deal with those people. When Lang Mingfeng saw the way Mu Yuanzhu treated those people, he already understood in his heart.

Those methods were a game to pass the time when he and Mo were bored in the past to deal with troublemakers.

He never expected that Mo would help Mu Yuanzhu like this.

This made him feel that the distance between him and Mo was getting farther and farther.

Sometimes, he can even feel very clearly that Mo is different from others to Mu Yuanzhu.

For example, Mo would never ask others whether it hurts or not.

Mo said before that if you are injured, you must know how to heal yourself, but when you get to Mu Yuanzhu, it becomes a different result.

Lang Mingfeng discovered these details, but he chose not to speak out, he knew that Mo had always regarded him as a friend, and he also clearly understood where he was to him.

Therefore, most of the time, Lang Mingfeng chose not to talk or watch, nor did he care too much, so that the inexplicable pain in his heart would be appropriately reduced.

Later, Mo seemed to have some small conflicts with Mu Yuanzhu, and Lang Mingfeng didn't know the reason for their disagreement.

Mo came to his house, and he sat with him in the living room.

"Mo, did Mu Yuanzhu make you unhappy?" Lang Mingfeng asked Bian Zimo.

"No." Bian Zimo's expression didn't seem to have changed from usual, "It's this kid who seems to have a wrong mind."

"Crooked?" Lang Mingfeng almost guessed the cause of the whole incident when he heard Bian Zimo's words, "Then you help him become straight, won't it be enough?"

In his somewhat joking tone, he secretly hid some happiness. He was glad that Mo did not choose to agree after knowing what Mu Yuanzhu was thinking.

"Yeah." Bian Zimo just nodded slightly, "I really want him to change it."

Afterwards, Lang Mingfeng chatted with Bian Zimo about other things, and before sunset, he sent him away.

Looking at the figure of Bian Zimo walking away, Lang Mingfeng suddenly felt that his heart was a little lonely, and Mo now... still treats that person as a child.

Later, many things happened. Lang Mingfeng wanted to help, but Bian Zimo always refused to give him a chance, which made him feel distressed secretly.

Why, why can't he help Mo?It made him feel like he wasn't even making good friends.

However, there was one time when Mo took the initiative to ask him for help. It turned out that it was to avoid Mu Yuanzhu, and Lang Mingfeng felt a little self-ironic in his heart.

But, that's good too, Mo won't go with anyone, this gives him a little balance in his heart, it's better than Mo's final choice of staying by that person's side.

He helped Mo and let him go to a town far away from him. He did things very secretly, but he didn't expect that Lu Chenxi had been watching Mo's movements.

He had been guarding against Mu Yuanzhu, fearing that he would take away Mo, but because of this, he ignored the person on the other side who wanted to hurt Mo, which made Lang Mingfeng feel guilty in his heart.

In the end, when he knew that Mo was brought back by Mu Yuanzhu, his heart was broken like a knife.

He thought, if he didn't help Mo go and let him stay here, would he at least be able to guarantee his safety?

Or did he always use what he thought was the right way to make it easier for others to hurt Mo?This made him regret it.

But when Lang Mingfeng was regretting and heartbroken, he never expected that Mu Yuanzhu would do something that surprised him even more, so he chose to follow Mo without hesitation.

After being surprised, he felt that his love for Mo was not as deep as that of Mu Yuanzhu. At least he could die for him, but he couldn't.

His family, and his father and mother, who had hoped for him, he dared not risk their grief.

He went to the cemetery, and when he visited Mo, he saw the tombstone next to him at the same time. The photos of the two of them had lost their color, and they seemed to match in appearance.

Lang Mingfeng stood alone for a long time, until the tears streaming down his cheeks, dry and wet, wet and dry, repeated for an unknown number of times, he turned around and walked out there.

At that time, his back was as bleak as withered yellow leaves, as if the eternal winter had come.

Soon, Lang Mingfeng's parents introduced him to a marriage partner with a similar family background, and he was no longer as resistant as before.

The first meeting was at a coffee shop. Out of politeness, he couldn't let the lady wait first, so he came half an hour earlier.

After a while, someone came. Lang Mingfeng looked at her face and felt a little familiar. He seemed to see Mo's figure through her.

The subsequent chat, compared to the previous one, was a little smoother and faster. He knew her name, and her name was Song Heqing, which sounded the same as Mo's, giving off a very light feeling.

After meeting a few more times, the marriage was settled like this. When the wedding date approached, Lang Mingfeng would ask Song Heqing out for a few meetings.

He liked her when she wasn't smiling, she looked the most like him.

"Heqing, have you really thought about it?" Lang Mingfeng caressed Song Heqing's cheeks, his tone was not frivolous in previous years, but a very gentle tone, as if treating a very cherished person.

Song Heqing nodded, with a slight blush on his face, "I've thought about it, I'm willing to marry you."

"Okay." Lang Mingfeng smiled, and kissed Song Heqing lightly on the forehead, "My Heqing, I will treat you well in the future."

The corners of Song Heqing's mouth were curled up, and there seemed to be a sweet smile on his face.

On the day of the wedding banquet, many guests came, and Lang Mingfeng toasted and accompanied the guests among the familiar people.

Many words of blessing came from people's mouths and entered his ears, but did not spread to the bottom of his heart.

He only smiled to accept other people's sincere blessings, and said some superficially happy words with them.

At night, after drinking a little too much, Lang Mingfeng walked towards his wedding room in a state of drunkenness, where there was a beautiful bride waiting for him.

"Heqing, you are so quiet." Lang Mingfeng walked to the side of the bride, and he seemed to joke with her.

He knew that the Song family was a relatively traditional family, so Song Heqing's personality was more gentle.

"Feng, you're drunk." Song Heqing looked at Lang Mingfeng's blushing face, knowing that he must have drunk a lot today, "Do you have a headache? Do you want to drink something to save you?"

"No need." Lang Mingfeng refused with a light smile, but continued: "You call me Feng..."

"Yes." Song Heqing nodded, "You forgot, you asked me to call you that before?"

"Then call me a few more times." Lang Mingfeng's tone seemed to be asking for something. He hadn't heard it for a long time, and someone called him that.

"Wind." Song Heqing responded to Lang Mingfeng and called him, "Wind...wind..."

The incessant low voice seemed to sound from a distance, "The wind..."

"wind……"

"Is this okay?" Song Heqing followed Lang Mingfeng's words, called him many times in a row, and asked Lang Mingfeng with a smile.

"Not enough." Lang Mingfeng's voice seemed hoarse, he caressed Song Heqing's cheek like a greedy child, "Call me a few more times."

"Feng..." The expression on Song Heqing's face seemed helpless and funny, and she continued to call Lang Mingfeng.

"Enough..." Lang Mingfeng didn't let Song Heqing go any further this time, he kissed her lips lightly, tossing and lingering, and after a long time, he slowly backed away.

His eyes seemed to be full of affection at this time, but his mouth seemed to be whispering, "I love you."