meet the moon

A gorgeous dream, a presumptuous and lively smile, he clearly knew what everyone present would do next and what they would say next.

In his dream, he saw his 14-year-old self waving goodbye to Wen Qiwu and others at the school gate, and then went home relaxed.

He also saw himself standing in front of the school's bulletin board, reading and rereading the simple two lines without blinking, with the puzzlement and anger on his face undisguised.

The phone rang, Ming Rige calmly and slowly opened his eyes, lay quietly for a while, and then got up and opened the blackout curtains.

Open the window, and the dry and cold breath of winter blows in instantly.

Smell dance has disappeared for ten years.

No one has any news about him.

It was as if this person had never appeared before.

It's also funny to say.

Back in school, when Wen Wu was only separated by an aisle from him, Tomorrow Ge preferred to run to Gu Yueqi's seat. Later, Wen Wu dropped out of school, and instead, he lay sleepy on the table all day long, just separated by that. Aisle, looking at the seat that has been replaced.

Because of this, the girl sitting in that seat once mistakenly thought that he liked her.

"You're just too slow to react and don't know how many shots to take."

When Gu Yueqi said this, his eyes were still fixed on the game, and he was skillfully operating the character to fight with both hands.

——At that time, he and Tomorrow Song were already good friends.

Tomorrow Song did not refute, but did not express approval either.

He knew in his heart that this was not the reason.

In the past, he always thought that it was enough for him to give Mei enough respect, but the reality told him that was not the case.

Not everyone knows what "beauty" is, and not everyone can see the soul that is highly compatible with the beautiful skin.

It is a soul with self-thought and self-will hidden behind layers of solid ice.

He had given enough respect to that wonderful soul, and he didn't even care that he could only see through layers of ice walls.

——Although later, he found another interesting person and got along happily with him.

But later, he discovered that his respect seemed insignificant.

Only he appreciates the beauty, and it seems that he is the only one who praises and respects it.

Without enough environment, not enough respect, the final result is that Mei has nowhere to go, and Smell Dance is forced to leave.

After Wen Wen Wu left, he thought for a long time before he realized that he was undoubtedly wrong in dealing with Mei, or specifically with Wen Qi Wu.

Because he can't do anything other than give Wen Qiwu respect.Not even a little power.

Beauty needs to be protected, it needs to be guarded by strength, and it needs to be included in the protection of its own field.

But when he was a teenager, he didn't understand this principle, and he didn't have such a powerful force.

Withdrawing his gaze, he landed on the painting in the corner again—it was ten years ago, after a few people separated at the school gate, he drew it overnight after returning home. Although he always felt that the painting was not detailed enough, it still The charm came out.

The painting perfectly records Wen Qi Wu's rare smile.

He always remembered that on the top floor of the library, smelling dance with a smile on his back, the sudden sense of transparency in his body.

It's just that he was a teenager, and his painting skills were really immature, and he didn't handle many details well, or even didn't - only the sense of transparency presented by the whole painting was incomparable.

Later, Song of Tomorrow tried to redraw a better one, with details and characters, but it couldn't be satisfactory.

Perhaps, it is because the him ten years ago, with a heart of innocence, just happened to draw the transparent smelling dance at that moment.

In the ten years that followed, he also encountered people who could be called beautiful, and thought about recording them with paintings.It's just that every time he finishes painting, he feels that something is missing, and he will inevitably destroy the painting in the end.

Until now, the only thing that really satisfies tomorrow's song and has been kept until now is the painting ten years ago.

He would often sit in front of the portrait, staring at Wenqiwu, keeping every line that outlines him firmly in his heart.

Sometimes he can't help but imagine, smelling the dance has grown up, what is it like now?Is his personality still the same as in junior high school?Has the transparency you used to like changed?Still...beautiful?

After watching it for a long time, Tomorrow Ge occasionally feels that the portrait of Smell Dance can also move. Like Dorian Gray's portrait, it can change a little bit with the age and experience of the original owner of the portrait.

If this is the case, it would be great, smelling dance can be like Dorian Gray, in reality, until the moment of death, the beauty that stays at the peak moment...

The suddenly vibrating mobile phone brought Ming Rige back to reality——

"High school reunion, tonight at 06:30, old place."

"Hey, are you here? It's so early."

Familiar with the way, he found the private room, and just pushed open the door, it happened that Gu Yueqi was about to go out, saw him, and raised his hand to say hello.

Ming Rige nodded, and glanced casually around.As expected, there were already several people sitting inside, and they were basically local people who often hang out with each other—those who work in other places couldn't come back just for this.

It was not time for dinner, and not all the people came, they just sat in the rest area in twos and threes and talked in a low voice.When I saw him coming in, a simple greeting was over.

They were just ordinary classmates, and Ming Rige couldn't even squeeze together to talk, so he just picked up a chair and sat on it to play with his mobile phone.

"Hey, Liu Guangqi, I said we're having a class reunion, why do you look constipated? Look down on your brothers and sisters?"

Liu Guangqi, who just walked in, didn't notice Ming Rige sitting in the corner, faced the teasing, smiled vainly, and scratched his hair hesitantly: "No, I just passed by the box next door, and I seem to see a classmate , but I'm not sure..."

Everyone booed and asked who it was that caused Liu Guangqi to miss him so much.

"It's...not...you may not know each other, it's just smelling dance..."

"I fucked his uncle! Who!?"

The person who spoke was probably impatient, and immediately went out in a hurry.

When Ming Rige heard the name, he subconsciously thought he had heard it wrong. He stood up abruptly after a half-beat to confirm: "Liu Guangqi, who were you talking about just now? Smell and dance?" Without waiting for anyone to answer, he immediately asked Said: "Where is he?"

Liu Guangqi didn't notice Ming Rige before, and when he heard his question suddenly, he was taken aback for a moment, then raised his finger and said: "Next door..." Before he finished speaking, he immediately added: "But I'm not sure! I It just felt... like..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Tomorrow Ge had already walked out of the box.

"Eh? What's going on?"

Just entering the door, Gu Yueqi, who almost stumbled into Ming Rige, looked at everyone suspiciously.

However, except for Liu Guangqi, the rest of them looked blank.

After a while, Liu Guangqicai belatedly recalled that the first person to go out was one of the parties involved in Wenqi Wu's drop-out incident—the one who was pressed to the ground and beaten by Wenqiwu.

"To suffer!"

Before Gu Yueqi could ask anything, the only insider also ran out in a hurry.

Most of the other people don't want to waste their time watching other people's old affairs, because the matter has nothing to do with them, except for one or two who like to join in the fun.

At this time, the private room next door.

"Smell the dance, get out of here!"

At the end of the sentence, Wen Qi Wu was smiling and listening to friends sharing interesting stories, when he suddenly heard a sudden roar, he was still a little unresponsive.

But after a while, Wen Wu smiled at the surprised, curious, or worried eyes of his friends, and stood up naturally and apologetically, and said softly: "Sorry for disturbing everyone. Go ahead, I will go back as soon as I go."

After speaking, he walked towards the door—obviously he wanted to deal with this matter alone, and he didn't want his friends to get involved.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. After all, the attitude of the caller made it hard to believe that it was a friendly greeting.It's just that since Wen Wenwu has stated that she wants to handle this matter alone, they can only respect her own wishes - at least keep an eye out and be on guard.

When tomorrow's song came, Wen Wenwu had already got up and left her seat, walking towards the door.

The cold and lonely expression in his youth was replaced by a polite and alienated smile, and the childishness that was once repulsive was also diluted by a gentle and sunny appearance.

——Time, let him learn to decorate his own barriers.

Tomorrow Ge had fantasized about the future appearance of Wenqiwu thousands of times in his mind, but at the moment when he walked in front of him, he completely forgot the past imagination, and could only look at Wenqiwu with his eyes full of eyes. He moves, and the feet move because of him.

In the corridor, Wen Wenwu said politely: "Long time no see."

"Who the hell hasn't seen you for a long time! I beat me up and then disappeared. I have remembered it for a long time! I met you today, and I just want to fight you one-on-one! No matter whether you win or lose! Just throw your arms and fight!"

Wen Qiwu listened patiently, and replied without blinking: "Sorry, I don't accept it."

After speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave, but who knows, the man picked up a palm-sized stone from the potted plant in the corridor and threw it on Wen Qiwu's head.

"Aren't you fucking stupid? If you're a man, just fight!"

Ming Rige quickly protected Wen Qiwu and dodged to the side. After the stone fell to the ground, he immediately turned his head and glared at her.

"I'm fucking looking for Wenqiwu to fight one-on-one, what's your business?"

Ming Ri Ge firmly grasped Wen Qi Wu with one hand, and clenched his other hand into a fist, trying to restrain himself.

He said in a cold voice: "Xia Chong can't speak ice. Talking to you is just a waste of effort."

"you!"

When Liu Guangqi came, Tomorrow Ge just held Wenqi Wu's wrist tightly, turned and walked towards the exit.

Seeing that the old classmate here is still angry, it is not good to just leave, so he can only bite the bullet and pull him back to the box.

Ming Rige dragged Wenqiwu, ignoring all the eyes along the way, and walked all the way to the underground parking lot.

"You let go."

Smell Wu's voice is not salty, but Ming Ri Ge's ears feel that although this tone seems to be two points colder than the gentle and distant polite words, it also seems true.He feels happy.

Ming Ri Ge turned around, looked at Wen Qi Wu with bright eyes: "You are back."