After the white moonlight turns black

On the day of Qixi Festival, Chu Ruoguo really spent early in the morning in Wen Shuchen's small courtyard, but he didn't come to accompany Shuchen, but borrowed her precious place where no one would disturb him to embroider a beautiful sachet.

Wen Shuchen didn't go to bother each other. Today the medical clinic closed its doors to thank the guests. Naturally, Wen Shuchen had no place to go, so he sat in the courtyard reading a book and drinking tea. Qixi Festival was just an ordinary day for her, and she didn't need to celebrate it .

At noon, godfather sent Shunzi to Wen Shuchen's house to have a look. Chu Ruo was very impatient, and quarreled with Shunzi outside the house, as if he had seen through Shunzi's intentions, made a lot of noise, and drove Shunzi away , before leaving, he even gave him a kick, telling him not to disturb his getting along with his sister.

Wen Shuchen didn't take it seriously, Churuo usually had such a temperament, used to being domineering, no one thought much about it.

Qixi Festival is not only a festival for young men and women, but also a day for drying books and drying clothes. The weather today is very good, the sky is clear, and there is a cool breeze passing through the hall.Wen Shuchen had nothing to do, so he just dragged the mat and spread it neatly on the ground, then ran to the house and took the books out, spread them all over the floor, when the wind blew gently, the pages of the books rattled, looking at them, there was a trace of life breath.

Before dinner, Chu Ruo's sachet was finally embroidered, and she pestered Wen Shuchen to praise her, until Wen Shuchen couldn't help being bothered, and analyzed the subtleties of the sachet with her very seriously, and even praised Chu Ruonan swearingly. After the visible exquisite embroidery, Chu Ruocai finally stopped entanglement.

The two of them ate a simple meal. Wen Shuchen has never had any excessive requirements on food, as long as his stomach is full.And Chu Ruo was rarely picky, she seemed a little absent-minded, restless, extremely frizzy.

Wen Shuchen knew the reason. When it was completely dark, it would be a festival for young people. There would be a lantern festival in the town, girls would go to beg for cleverness, and couples in love would confess their love to each other.Among them, the most lively one is the lake in the center of the town. When the Qixi Festival comes, the boats of various brothels will be decorated with lights and colors, competing for splendor, and the oirans will do their best to win the prize. Gather by the lake, watch some fun, listen to Yingge songs, enjoy swallow dances, or take advantage of the beautiful scenery on a good day to express your affection with the person you like.

Wen Shuchen smiled, seeing that Churuo was getting more and more tormented, he couldn't help persuading her for a long time before letting her go.

I don't know if my former self was as frizzy as Churuo, Wen Shuchen shook his head with a wry smile, the yard became quiet, occasionally there were pages of books being blown by the wind, and there was a crisp sound, gradually, the night was no longer silent , Even in the yard, there will still be one or two singing songs in the distance, the outside world is very lively, just separated by a wall, Wen Shuchen is trapped in loneliness again.

Today Chu Ruo specially brought two jars of good wine, and Wen Shuchen hid them for dinner, fearing that Chu Ruo would be greedy, and today is Chinese Valentine's Day, so Shu Chen paid extra attention, lest Chu Ruo might make a mistake.But it's different now, she was the only one left in the house, the more lively the town was, the more lonely Wen Shuchen felt, and he simply got drunk, regardless, and drank bitterly alone in the dark of night.

The fragrant bamboo leaf green is soft in the mouth, and there are a few berries at the bottom of the wine, with aroma, bursting sweet juice in the mouth.Drinking one cup after another, Wen Shuchen was a little drunk, pursed his lips, looked at the bright moon and held up the cup, the wine was sweet and fragrant, warming his stomach after drinking it, very comfortable, anyway, there was nothing to do, just Just drink it up.

In the town, the lights are brightly lit, and the melodious singing of a singer can be heard. Outside the house, occasionally a married couple will pass by, whispering their love, bickering shyly, leaning against the courtyard wall of her house, making vows to each other.Wen Shuchen was a little envious, but most of all, he was stuck in his emotions, drinking to his heart's content.

A jug of wine soon ran out, Wen Shuchen hugged the other jug ​​into his arms, and simply discarded the cup. Tonight, it was a rare indulgence. Wen Shuchen got drunk and drank happily, so he collapsed on the bamboo chair Go up, let the smell of alcohol go up.

"That's enough, don't drink it." One hand pressed the wine pot that was leaning against Wen Shuchen's lips, with a little force, the sweet jade syrup dripped all over the floor, it was really distressing to watch.

Wen Shuchen shook his head, pushed the hand away, and wanted to raise his head to drink again, but the flagon in his hand was snatched away.

"enough!"

"Chi..." Wen Shuchen was not angry, just smiled, and complained softly: "Why did you come back so early? But that young master doesn't like the sachet you embroidered?"

"You're drunk, the night is cool, go back to the house and go to sleep." The man softened his tone and put the half-drunk flagon on the ground.

"Churuo..." Wen Shuchen sighed, as if trying to control the fluctuations in his tone, he moved his body and leaned sideways on the bamboo chair.

"You said... Am I a bad person or a good person?" Wen Shuchen frowned, reeking of alcohol, and the emotions that could be suppressed on weekdays were released at this time.Wen Shuchen stretched out his hand towards the top of his head, and after groping in the air for a while, he finally touched a hand that hesitantly reached out. He froze for a moment, and was pulled by Wen Shuchen to pillow under his hot cheek.

"You're not a bad person." The hand struggled a bit, and wanted to withdraw it, but was held tightly by Wen Shuchen, unable to move.

"Then...you said...why didn't my family come to me?" Wen Shuchen's voice sounded extremely wronged, with a trace of resentment and helplessness, "Churuo, I'm homesick...but I don't have a home to go to think…"

"You have, this is your home, don't think so much, as long as you are happy."

"But I'm not happy, Churuo, I seem to be sick, I don't seem to feel any emotion anymore..." Wen Shuchen tugged on that hand, she had her anxiety, but except for Churuo, she had no one to confide in.

"You're drunk, fool..."

After being kissed on the forehead, Wen Shuchen panicked, and the smell of alcohol made him dizzy for a while. Wen Shuchen only felt that the whole world was spinning except himself.Even though he had glanced over Churuo's chin, he couldn't see her face clearly.

"Churuo...my sister is so dizzy..." Wen Shuchen shook his head, but he was still dizzy. The wine was full of strength, and it was just sweet at first taste. I don't want to, it only took a while to make Wen Shuchen very drunk look like.

The hand on the cheek was slightly rough, but it finally escaped. Wen Shuchen was very dissatisfied, and even the unhappy expression had spread on his face, but he was hugged horizontally.

"Dizzy." Wen Shuchen grabbed a sleeve, feeling aggrieved, and sighed softly, unable to breathe due to the burden in his heart. "Chu Ruo, I lost my heart..."

"Good..." The man carried Wen Shuchen all the way back to the house, the night wind was getting cooler, blowing away Wen Shuchen's soft hair, and on his forehead, the ugly scar was exposed again.

The suspended body fell down again, the neck was placed on the pillow, and the support under him quietly left. Wen Shuchen refused to let go, and stubbornly grabbed the man's sleeve and refused to let go.

The man wanted to break free, and stretched out his hand to clasp Wen Shuchen's fingertips, trying to separate her fingers. Wen Shuchen used even more force to hold her tightly, thinking that there would be a confrontation, but he didn't want the slightly rough But the fingertips softened, as if they had given up fighting.

Thinking it was victory, Wen Shuchen relaxed a little, but he heard the man above his head sigh softly, loosen his hand, and a pair of jackets was draped over his body.

Wen Shuchen was a little anxious, and there was a little crying in his voice, "Chu Ruo, don't go, let's accompany sister, huh?"

"Don't go, you can sleep peacefully, I will accompany you." That person's voice was soft, and after she said that, Wen Shuchen felt relieved, hugged the pair of jackets, curled up, and was completely knocked out by the smell of alcohol after a while Head, fell asleep.

Wen Shuchen's breathing became more and more relaxed, with the smell of alcohol, exuding a tempting sweetness.The man stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Wen Shuchen's cheek, wanting to brush away the hair sticking to her lips, but she didn't do that.The fingertips that were about to fall retracted again, Shu Chen finally fell asleep peacefully, she was reluctant to wake her up.

"Shu Chen, Qixi Festival, I'm thinking of you..."

The man spoke softly, suppressing his sobs, as if in extreme pain, but he couldn't bear to make any more noise, he just sat on the edge of the couch and quietly watched Wen Shuchen's sleeping face, blending into the darkness.

The next day, when Wen Shuchen woke up, the sun was already high.

When Wen Shuchen got up from the bed in a daze, he was taken aback by the strong smell of alcohol on his body. He just wanted to have a drink, but he lost his sense of proportion after drinking.

Rubbing her hair, Wen Shuchen's eyes fell on her side. There was a black pair of jackets, which she had never seen before.Wen Shuchen frowned and lifted up the double skirt, trying to search for the memory of last night in his mind, vaguely remembering that Churuo had been here.

Although Wen Shuchen seldom drank, she never broke down after drinking. She was racking her brains to recall what happened last night, when there was a sudden thunder outside the house, which shocked Wen Shuchen.

When I looked up, there was heavy rain pouring down on the oil-paper window, crackling.

"It's broken!" Wen Shuchen wailed, before he even had time to put on his shoes and socks, he rushed out towards the yard.Before she could put away her book, yesterday's weather was clear and clear, why did it suddenly rain today?

Hurriedly running, Wen Shuchen suddenly pushed open the door, but saw that there were no other books in the courtyard?The mat on the floor was wiped clean and stood at the base of the wall.

Where are the books?Wen Shuchen looked confused, turned around and went back to the room, but saw that the books and volumes were stacked on the bookshelves in an orderly manner, and he ran too fast just now, so he ignored it.

Has Chu Ruo been here?Wen Shuchen rubbed the center of his brows, first took a good wash, got rid of the smell of alcohol on his body, went back to the room, changed into clean neon clothes, and only then noticed the black pair of fronts on the couch.

I prefer white, Chu Ruo prefers gorgeous neon dresses, this black dress...

Wen Shuchen opened the front and looked at it, it was not wide, not like a man's stature.Wen Shuchen put the pair of skirts on himself in confusion, almost matching his figure.Wen Shuchen just casually put his hands in his pockets, what did his fingertips touch?Open the palm of your hand and see that it is a fresh little flower.

His heart skipped a beat, Wen Shuchen stared blankly at the little flower for a long time, his mind was in a mess, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't dare to think about it, so Wen Shuchen pushed the door out and looked towards the window sill.

There were no small flowers in the clay pot. Instead, there was a branch of a tree with a sachet hanging from it.

Last night, the person who came was not Chu Ruo...

Wen Shuchen covered his forehead, thinking about his ugly appearance, he didn't know what to do.

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