Only the moon will know

Can't catch one of them.

Frustrated, a child as young as them suddenly appeared on the other side of the flowers, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Wei Chenzhi.

With his hands on his waist, Wei Chenzhi accuses them of polluting the nature and insists that they clean up all the paper airplanes scattered all over the garden.

Zhou Qingchun refused to listen to him, and while making funny faces at him, he ran to pull Zeng Xinyan and ran away, Wei Chenzhi chased him head-on, the two of them went around a hillside to another hillside, and finally got rid of Wei Chenzhi.

Behind a hut covered with trees and vines, Zhou Qingchun whispered to Zeng Xinyan with an excuse, and kissed her quickly on the forehead. Zeng Xinyan was stunned for a moment, and she asked: "Why did you kiss me secretly?" If you don't say anything, you will shyly disappear without a trace...

Zeng Xinyan struggled under the covers for a while, but woke up with a smile.

The warm morning light danced on her eyelids, and there was still a faint smell of lavender in the air, which turned out to be just the lavender essence she put on before going to bed.

Zeng Xinyan sat up from the bed, holding the quilt in a daze, her consciousness suddenly became a little fuzzy, she didn't know what year, month and day she was in...

The door curtain was slightly lifted by the morning breeze, and she saw Zhou Qingchun watering her amaryllis on the opposite terrace.

Yes, that was a dream, but luckily it was just a dream, Zhou Qingchun and her were close at hand, but it seemed as if the world was far away, they were still at a safe distance.

When Zeng Xinyan recruited students for the Milestone mosaic class, Zhou Qingchun's "Proximity to Water" had already been serialized in the newspaper.

Zeng Xinyan seldom appeared on the terrace, the lights on their terrace were always turned on at different times.

When Zeng Xinyan appeared on the terrace after the store closed, Zhou Qingchun was usually rushing to draft;

When Zhou Qingchun was finally able to get some air on the terrace, Zeng Xinyan seemed to have fallen asleep.

Although he didn't understand much, Zeng Xinyan would occasionally read "A Beautiful Encounter" before going to bed.

It was Saturday evening, and she had just come upstairs to close the shop when she heard Zhou Qingchun calling her from the balcony.

"Zeng Xinyan, are you at home?"

Zeng Xinyan opened the door, only to see Zhou Qingchun watering the flowers again.She put down the watering bucket and waved to her energetically: "Good evening."

"good evening."

Zhou Qingchun said a little unnaturally: "That... I want to say, long time no see."

It's been a long time indeed.

Zeng Xinyan had the urge to tell Zhou Qingchun that she bought her "Beautiful Encounter", but she was afraid that if she said so, she would expose her poor Chinese and turn her reading speed into a slow reading problem, and she was even more afraid that she would be tested. Can't answer the question.

"How are you?" Zhou Qingchun greeted Zeng Xinyan in blunt French.

"Jevaisbien." Zeng Xinyan replied in French.

"Is the phrase "floating in the water" good or bad? "

When Zeng Xinyan heard Zhou Qingchun's transliteration, he couldn't help laughing: "It's my very good intention."

"Don't you have to write a novel tonight?" she asked.

"I have been writing non-stop for nine days and nine nights, and now the road ahead is blocked, so I can't continue writing for the time being."

Zeng Xinyan looked at her sympathetically: "What should I do in such a situation?"

Zhou Qingchun leaned against the fence, deliberately lowered his voice, and said solemnly: "Actually, there is a way."

"Really? What is the solution?" Zeng Xinyan also lowered her voice, she was curious about how a writer usually relieves stress.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingchun actually said: "You invite me over to your house for a sit down, I will go to your house to find inspiration."

Zeng Xinyan only felt that Zhou Qingchun was too funny in language, she couldn't help laughing, and it seemed that she couldn't say no, so she could only say obediently: "Come and sit at my house, Zhou Qingchun."

"really?"

"of course."

"This is what you said."

After waiting for so long, I didn't expect her to open the mouth.Why didn't Zeng Xinyan say that?

It's not that Zhou Qingchun doesn't want to invite Zeng Xinyan to her house, she really wants to, but she always hopes that the other party will take the initiative first.

In any case, Zhou Qingchun was very happy. Everything seemed to be unexpected and under control. She jumped back into the room and said, "Change clothes to meet me, I'll show up right away."

Zhou Qingchun like this seems to be no different from his dream!

Zeng Xinyan shook his head and chuckled.Perhaps, what is coming can't be avoided, so let's resign ourselves to fate.

She can tell herself: just friends.Why should friends be so constrained?

Zeng Xinyan had just washed and changed, and Zhou Qingchun was already downstairs. She called and said, "Zeng Xinyan, I'm downstairs, open the door quickly, Zhima."

Zeng Xinyan went downstairs with the keys and saw the bunch of paper airplanes at the corner of the stairs. She stopped and hesitated for a while, then took them off and hid them in an inconspicuous corner. It was impossible for Zhou Qingchun to go there.

Zhou Qingchun blushed and stood at the door with a beaming smile.

Zeng Xinyan led her into the store, and the two of them went upstairs one after the other.

Zhou Qingchun first saw a very good mosaic picture hanging in the living room, it was the blue Aegean Sea, the bright white sun spread on the sea, and the charming white buildings surrounded the sea.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed.

"Merci." Zeng Xinyan replied in French.

"Cat poop? Cat poop probably means thank you?"

Zeng Xinyan was dumbfounded: "Are all people who can write articles as bad as you?"

Zhou Qingchun laughed mischievously: "What you said is obviously cat shit."

"Okay, cat shit is cat shit. If you don't remember it in an interesting way, you won't remember it. Are you going to write all the French you learn into a novel?"

"I'll write it down when I'm good at it," Zhou Qingchun said.

"What would you like to drink?" Zeng Xinyan asked.

"Do you think your home is a tea house or a coffee shop? I can say whatever I want?"

Zeng Xinyan sneered, indeed, apart from coffee and wine, she really didn't have anything else at home.

Zhou Qingchun fell on the sofa, crossed his legs, very relaxed.

She handed Zhou Qingchun a glass of drink, which was wine.

Zhou Qingchun took it and took a sip immediately. The wine was much bitterer than coffee.

"Appropriate drinking is good for your health, especially if you often stay up late writing articles." Zeng Xinyan raised his glass.

Zeng Xinyan was sitting far away, Zhou Qingchun had to stand up and walk forward to clink glasses with her.

Zeng Xinyan remembered that time at the Moulin Rouge, Zhou Qingchun's cheeks turned red from drinking, he looked so cute, she missed it a little.

Zhou Qingchun took a sip of the wine, and lifted the glass high to see that it was light golden yellow, crystal clear, and it was white wine.Is this the wine Zeng Xinyan loves to drink?

Zeng Xinyan's house couldn't be more simply furnished, except for the picture of the Aegean Sea on the wall, the most prominent thing is the pile of boxes in the corner. Zhou Qingchun knew that they were boxes containing wine.

There is also a bookshelf made of canvas at the foot, filled with English books and magazines.

In Zeng Xinyan's home, there was not a single Chinese book in sight.She didn't know that Zeng Xinyan had already hidden her novel early in the morning.

I don't know who opened the chatter first that night, they talked about everything on the stage——

Mosaics, writing, Paris, travel, red wine, coffee... The only thing not to talk about is each other's emotional life.

Zhou Qingchun's alcohol capacity has always been very bad, after only two drinks, her head was already dizzy, and the volume of her speech was getting more and more out of her control.After chatting for a while, they fell into a long silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Qingchun vaguely heard Zeng Xinyan talking.

"Zhou Qingchun, you are so good at writing novels, do you have any secrets in your heart?"

secret?Who has no secrets?Even people who don't write fiction have secrets.

Zhou Qingchun turned her face away, wanting to answer in this way, but found that Zeng Xinyan was not in the original position. She thought it was just an illusion, Zeng Xinyan never said such a sentence at all.

When Zeng Xinyan reappeared, she saw a wine bottle in her hand.

Zeng Xinyan poured two glasses, handed one to Zhou Qingchun, and asked, "Can I still drink?"

Zhou Qingchun took it boldly, and said bravely, "Of course!"

Zeng Xinyan sat beside her, and said, half drunk, "Zhou Qingchun, let's play a game."

"What game?" Zhou Qingchun seemed to be more awake, she looked into her eyes, there was a lake of water in her eyes.

"Whoever can't drink anymore and collapses first will lose. If he wakes up tomorrow, he will have to tell a secret of his own, and he must confess. Do you want to accompany me?"

Zhou Qingchun's eyes never left Zeng Xinyan for a second, a lock of long hair covered half of her face and eyes, very charming.

She was brave enough to think that her secret was nothing more than falling in love with her. Since God gave her a chance to confess, why didn't she accompany her?

So he raised the cup in his hand very heroically, bumped it against Zeng Xinyan's cup, and said, "Okay!"

However, after three cups, Zeng Xinyan regretted it. She suddenly said: "This game is not good. We don't tell secrets. Secrets should always be secrets."

Zhou Qingchun had no claim and could only obey her: "Oh, then don't say it, don't say it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he threw himself into the sofa, bowed his body and drilled deep, tugged at Zeng Xinyan's sleeve, and said a little aggrieved: "Zeng Xinyan, how do you know you will lose? Don't tell me you won't let lose Is that me?"

Zeng Xinyan just knew that Zhou Qingchun would lose, and it was obvious that she had already lost!

How could she take advantage of others?She didn't want Zhou Qingchun to tell any secrets, and she didn't want to explore her secrets under such circumstances.

"I see. You are afraid that I will lose. You don't give me a chance to tell my secret. You don't want to know my secret..." Zhou Qingchun murmured.

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