moon like rain

In the early morning of the next day, Xiao Junzhu got up after smoking a cigarette and felt exhausted and his heart was beating uncomfortably. He clutched his chest and glanced at Xiao Mengqian's room, walked out with a cold snort, and locked the door behind him.

When he arrived at the construction site, Xiao Junzhu's chest tightness did not ease, and he felt better after taking the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill. Xiao Junzhu looked at the blue iron gate that opened on the construction site, and felt helpless and desolate.

She didn't educate her daughter well, and she owed a few days of work, and had to work overtime to make up for it, or else she would be discovered by the servant of the black-hearted boss, and Xiao Junzhu would throw any ugly words in private.

Three days later, Ji Hefang returned to school. On the stairs, Ji Hefang heard countless discussions. Even if she diverted her attention again, those words still entered her ears. A smile appeared on Ji Hefang's pale face , the warmth and coldness of human beings are nothing more than that, and the dream is light, it's fine... it's fine...

Xiao Mengqian didn't leave the house until seven days later, but the direction she was going was Weiser University.

There were only ten people who applied for Wei Ze this year, and it took only one month to complete the preliminary review. Seven people were screened out for interviews, and Xiao Mengqian was one of them. I told her when I got to the phone.

Even knowing that she had entered the interview, Xiao Mengqian didn't have a smile on her face, and she didn't even think about preparing anything else. The night before departure, Xiao Junzhu returned the phone to Xiao Mengqian and said with a sullen face: "Here Let her make a phone call, and then go to the interview."

Xiao Mengqian twitched the corners of her mouth, and the light in her eyes flashed: "You still don't understand, but you just want me to pass the exam."

Xiao Junzhu pulled his face down all of a sudden, waved his hand impatiently, turned around and went back to the kitchen to cook, the pots and pans were roughly picked up and put down, and the tinkling sound came into Xiao Mengqian's ears, yes He was telling her Xiao Junzhu's irritability at this time.

Opening the mobile phone WeChat, Ji Hefang sent dozens of messages, and the last voice was mixed with her last quarrel with her parents and her unwillingness and sadness when the phone was taken away.

In the few voice messages she sent, there are photos of the two of them together. From the studio at the beginning, to the playground, to the painting competition, to her birthday, countless pasts rushed to her face.

Xiao Mengqian's tears dripped onto the screen, she choked up and wiped away the tears on the screen, and the chat history turned to the very first one.

[Ji Hefang: Mengqian, we will never be apart, I love you. 】

The string in Xiao Mengqian's heart broke silently, and the crying could no longer be contained, only feeling that after a long, long time, the tears flowed along with the past.

Xiao Mengqian sobbed, looked at the time, and felt that Ji Hefang should go home, leaned on the pillow and stretched out her hand tremblingly, and pressed the dial.

It's just that for a long time, there was no answer over there, one call after another, Xiao Mengqian burst into tears, held up the phone with trembling hands, bowed his head and kissed Ji Hefang in the photo, and raised his head with a smile on his tear-stained face.

Smiling, Xiao Mengqian wiped her face indiscriminately, picked up the phone and turned on the voice, suppressing her sobs and said softly: "Ji Hefang, I love you too, we will never be apart."

On the train to Yuxi City, Xiao Mengqian took out her mobile phone countless times to look through the past chat records.

Although Ji Hefang still didn't reply, Xiao Mengqian still sent her itinerary, plans, plans, and the scenery along the way, and her dim eyes gradually became brighter.

What Xiao Mengqian didn't know was that after she left, when Xiao Junzhu picked Ji Hefang to go to school, he knocked on the door of Ji Hefang's house.

May [-]rd was Xiao Mengqian's interview day. When she walked into Wei Ze's school, Xiao Mengqian picked up her phone and found Ji Hefang's photo. Pulling the painting bag on her back, she freed her hand to send a message to Ji Hefang.

[Fangfang, today is my birthday! 】

[But I still have an interview, don't worry, I'm confident, you stay at home and wait for me to go back after the interview, I want you to accompany me on my birthday! 】

Wei Ze's Xingluo Theater was simply set up today as an interview examination room, and outside the examination room, He Lianshui was listening to his assistant convey Lao Zhu's words.

"Xiao Junzhu went to Ji Hefang's house, probably to decide the future of these two children." The assistant said.

Mr. He just nodded after hearing this, and the assistant asked after consideration: "Aren't you really going to remind me? This kid is so pitiful."

He Lao sighed: "Her paintings reminded me of the past, and her words reminded me of He Muyun's past. Those people really don't understand."

Seeing Xiao Mengqian walking towards this side, Mr. He said to his assistant: "Forget it, let them go."

The assistant understood that Mr. He still did not intend to remind Xiao Mengqian, and after explaining a few more things, he followed Mr. He into the examination room.

The last part of the interview started at [-]:[-] p.m., and the on-site painting took six hours. The painting this time made the self-cultivating Mr. He impulsively want to call her sister He Muyun over on the spot, and then pull the media to announce that the child will be accepted. disciple.

Xiao Mengqian's painting scene made several examinees who came together feel that they had encountered a strange flower. They said that strange flowers are all pleasant, and they are simply crazy. Others need to draw paper to test the color of the exam, but she needs a tissue to wipe tears in the exam.

Painting with unlimited themes is actually the most difficult, without touching the inspiration and rich reserves of the string of painting, even if you pick up a brush and draw it, in the eyes of those masters who have been painting for decades, it is just a pattern without spirituality , not even a work.

This time the painting was too deeply affected by emotions, Xiao Mengqian did not submit the work until the end of the exam, and what was presented to the judges and teachers was a completely different style of painting from the works of the others.

The cold tone and the falling snow in the painting make the cold and lonely blow over the face. The girl kneeling by the lake, her body about to freeze, still keeps her palms together, the corners of her eyes are frozen, and she asks the sky.

When Xiao Mengqian walked out of the examination room after finishing the exam with a lot of energy, the sky was already dark, and the boundless sunset passed across this strange city. Xiao Mengqian lowered her head and walked towards the shadow separated by the sunset, her lips lightly Qi, is the doubt of the girl in the painting:

【God, can't you see that I love her very much】

【Why do you want to break up two people who are clearly in love?】

Today is Xiao Mengqian's birthday. After returning to the hotel, she packed her luggage but had to catch the train home. On the train late at night, Xiao Mengqian looked out the window at the boundless night.

There are several messages on the phone that are blessings from classmates and friends, there are also blessings from Mu Yunbian, and there is a long voice, at the end of the voice, there is Mu Yunbian's lowered voice: "Sister, you add my sister Did you have WeChat?"

Xiao Mengqian didn't reply, she turned her head and still looked out of the window. Until today was over, Xiao Mengqian didn't wait for the news from Xiao Junzhu and Ji Hefang. Arrived at ten o'clock in the morning, and sent Ji Hefang her itinerary, and added all kinds of interviews today.

At twelve o'clock sharp, the last good night voice was sent. Xiao Mengqian looked at the phone that had no news, with a lonely expression, and pressed the power off button.

The author says:

Song Title: "The Gulf of Alaska"

I was really out of shape yesterday, I will update these today, I have to think about how to write, adjust the state, come on! . !Cheer up today too! . !