I'm scum on Bai Yueguang's head

The window was facing the balcony of Fu Tinghan's bedroom.

He didn't know that Fu Tinghan didn't know about this matter, but he had stood here alone for countless nights, looking over there from a distance, even if he just saw the figure of the person in the room flash by , Xie Xingan was satisfied.

Xie Xing'an took the dry towel hanging aside and wiped his hair, and looked towards the balcony of Fu Tinghan's bedroom while wiping.

There is still soft and warm light in the room, and a yellowish halo is seen through the curtains. It is late at night, and most people have turned off the lights to rest. This lit room is particularly conspicuous in the night.

The railings of the balcony, the decorations, the green plants, the embroidered patterns of the curtains under the light, and even the little moss growing on the tiles pasted outside the balcony are all in memory.

But something else seems to have changed.

Xie Xing'an tried hard to compare for a while, and finally found something different.

In the past, the balcony was always empty when viewed from here.

But now, there seemed to be someone standing there.

He is tall and well-proportioned, with one hand in his trouser pocket with familiar movements, and a snow-white shirt on his body.

When he was in a daze, the figure suddenly raised his hand, the phone screen was on, and he shook it towards him.

Xie Xing'an also grabbed the towel and shook it twice.

The next moment, the two turned around and ran out of the door together, their hearts and eyes were full, and it was the moment when they looked at each other just now.

The summer evening wind blew gently, lifting the hem of the boy's clothes, and stirring up two hearts that had been suppressed for many years.