I'm still doing fine

Guan Qifu, who was dreaming all the way, was awakened by the movement of passengers carrying luggage in the aisle. The train had just entered the terminal. He looked around, carried his things and got off the train, quietly like a mute.

It wasn't that he fell asleep, it was because the atmosphere was a bit weird.

An Yichi, who was originally smiling, stared straight at this moment, wondering what he was thinking, and looked a little sad with drooping brows, but fortunately, Liang Duanyuan, a bodyguard, was following him, so he wouldn't lose his mind and step into the track.

Chen Chen, who was still giggling and excited before getting into the car, suddenly lost his energy, his hands and feet were bound by gravity and returned to their positions obediently, his pensive look made people a little concerned.

But the most suspicious thing is Tang Xiaozheng. Although Guan Qifu is not familiar with him, he also heard that this is Chen Chen's brother who wet the bed together. Why is he uncharacteristically far behind at this moment, with the corners of his mouth tightly pursed into a man? A straight word, with a look of bitterness and hatred, as if he has just been greened by someone.

Guan Qi's compound eyes rolled around, and after almost knocking over an old aunt with her grandson under her arm, he turned a corner and ran to the canteen, "Boss, give me six bottles of Coke!"

At this moment, Si Jian, the only brother who didn't know what to do, came late, stood beside Guan Qifu, and gave him great encouragement, "It's just in time, you just take a bottle, and just share the rest with them."

Guan Qifu grabbed the two bottles and trotted a few steps, catching up with Chen Chen who was dazed outside the exit.

"Boss, drink ice cubes!"

With a loud drink accompanied by a chill on the side of his face, Chen Chen almost jumped up in fright, and finally got out of the strange circle of self-entanglement, "Who are you going to scare to death!"

"Hold it, hold it." As if the floor was burning his feet, Guan Qifu waited for him to take the Coke before finally standing still, "I lost my soul? I called you several times, but you ignored me."

"Thank you." Chen Chen blinked, and later realized that he was alone, "Eh? Where did he go? I followed the little red riding hood of my elementary school brother."

"Go to the front, don't—" Guan Qifu shouted, and hurriedly grabbed Chen Chen's hand that twisted the bottle cap, "Don't open it, I came running and shook it for several minutes, now Unscrew it and you'll have nothing to drink."

Chen Chen was taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head to look.

It turns out that Guan Qifu's hands are quite big, wrapped around himself, wrapped in a circle, not like a girl's catkin, but not rough, only the thin callus on the outside of the little finger can be seen when he carefully looks at it.

He thought, this is what it feels like when a boy shakes hands with a boy.

Guan Qifu almost blushed at the sight, and immediately relaxed, grabbing Chen Chen by the back of his neck, trying to cover it up, "Hurry up, hurry up, you were in the first echelon just now, and now you are at the tail of the crane. Are you short-legged?"

Hearing this, the embarrassment left by Tang Xiaozheng completely disappeared in Chen Chen's mind, and he was outraged, "I wear 177 shoes, and my height is normal. I'll see if your legs are two meters long!"

"That's not really... just 185, it's not worth mentioning." Guan Qifu was really shy, took a step and touched up his knees, pretending to be reserved, "But I'm still young, so I can't say that I'm going to have a new year. To grow taller, brother, don’t worry, I will fight for it.”

"Get out of here!"

During the fight, Guan Qifu rubbed his knuckles furtively, as if to wipe off the soft touch, he glanced at Chen Chen's vivid expression, and smiled even wider.

The ferris wheel is like a tired little beast, bumping all the way across mountains and rivers, and the shade outside the window is getting thicker and thicker. When it finally "vomits" all the tourists on the mountainside of Yupo, the sky is already dark like a sand painting background.

The distant mountains are majestic, layered on top of each other, trying to hold up and throw a round and bright white full moon, and the stars are shining brightly, as if the lights of thousands of families are flying into the clouds. Yongning Lake meets the sky and reflects the moon, and climbs into the sky.

Looking at the magnificent scenery, Du Fu, the poet, wrote that "the stars hang down on the plain, the moon surges on the river", and the heroism is widely spread. After a thousand years, under the same starry sky, Guan Qifu, who was the first to get off the car, looked far away and turned around. Looking at Chen Chen, he yelled out "Dad!"

Such pressure made Chen Chen stumble as soon as he got out of the car. When he stood still to look at it, he couldn't hide his amazement, and couldn't find any good words after searching his stomach, so it was extremely straightforward. He gave a thumbs up, "As expected of a place where the standard room is 686, it's beautiful!"

At that time, Si Jian, who was even more meaningless, was holding up his mobile phone to take pictures everywhere, as if the backgammon repeater machine turned the human form,

"It's beautiful here!"

"It's also beautiful here!"

"Damn it, did you look there? Absolutely!"

……

Tang Xiaozheng stood alone not far away, his perfect night clothes were almost hidden in the darkness, under the bright starlight, he turned off the flash of the camera, and with a light touch, he saved the back view of Chen Chen illuminated by the bright moon.

An Yichi followed Liang Duanyuan to get out of the car last, his forehead was still marked with red marks from his deep sleep, but his mind was instantly attracted by the night sky that seemed so close, he opened his mouth slightly, revealing some white teeth.

Very serious expression, like a child hearing a mother's fairy tale for the first time.

Liang Duanyuan smiled, bent down to zip him up, stood up straight and followed him to look over.

"Is it because the smog is too thick, or we live too far from the sky?" Suddenly, An Yichi said hoarsely, "I've never seen such a star, I don't seem to be so sad."

Liang Duanyuan squinted her eyes, but did not answer, they were silent, breathing quietly.

"Yi Zhi." After a long time, Liang Duanyuan put one hand on his shoulder and called softly, "You asked why you are alive, I have been thinking about it, but there is no result."

An Yichi was taken aback for a moment, not knowing why he suddenly mentioned this, his eyes fell on this man's face, and he stopped moving.

"The "Science Fiction World" in elementary school once popularized a knowledge, saying that even the starlight closest to the earth will fall into the eyes of human beings for 4 years." Liang Duanyuan carefully selected, reaching out to point to the brightest one. Star, "Look at this one, it may have died a long time ago."

"Science is a bit cruel. But this may be the meaning of life." He put down his hand, and looked away, leaning sideways and lowering his head slightly, his eyes reflected An Yichi's face, "It walked in the dark for a long, long time, and finally lit up in front of your eyes A second, a second that makes you feel at peace, a second is worth it."

Liang Duanyuan has never felt that infrequent words are a shortcoming in his life, but excluding this moment, he feels that he should have read "Speech and Eloquence" more, so that at this moment, there are no rough spots in his chest, but his words are full of reticence. light.

"Can you understand? Yi Zhi." Liang Duanyuan pursed her lips, almost a little frustrated, "You have been walking in the dark, you haven't had time to illuminate others, or you haven't had time to be illuminated by others, you decided to give up. It's too late. Living must be meaningful, but you can only find this meaning if you live, and you are not useless."

"Maybe someone is waiting a few years from now, just like you now, waiting for this little bit of light." Liang Duanyuan frowned, "You are the meaning of his life, if you leave in spring, then his life will be the same. Can't wait, it's... too bad, isn't it?"

"I know your grievances. Others don't know, but I know." The night was so deep that Liang Duanyuan couldn't see An Yichi's expression clearly. He walked a little closer, put his arm around An Yichi's shoulders, and made up for it. The last sentence, "But Yi Chi, the darkest time is over."

This is not a suitable time for a heart-to-heart talk, let alone a suitable place for a heart-to-heart talk. Rejuvenated.

The sense of security hiding in the darkness began to strip away from An Yichi's heart. Seeing the shadows of a large number of family members walking towards him, he timidly closed his eyes.

The darkest time... the sun has just set and the stars have not yet risen, that is the darkest time.

An Yichi felt like a donkey grinding a millstone, walking round and round with his eyes blocked, thinking that he had traveled a hundred and eight thousand miles, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still in the same place.

With the hope that he will see the dawn, day after day, it took him ten years to grow from a child to an adult, and almost all his confidence and hope were worn away by life and death.

The transition is too long.

But Liang Duanyuan's voice kept ringing in his mind, like a siren singing beside his ears, with an irresistible temptation. An Yi's heart, which was holding a copper wall and iron wall, was still hard, but calmly, it fell in the corner A few rivets.

Is it over?An Yichi thought, the darkest time...has it really passed?

The hot and humid cheeks dripped into the neckline all the way down the chin, and the night wind from the middle of the mountain also followed. An Yichi shuddered fiercely, and the next moment, he touched Liang Duanyuan's warm and familiar breath.

"It's windy on the mountain, don't catch a cold." Liang Duanyuan hugged An Yichi Xuxu, put a coat on him, then put his backpack on his back and raised his head, towards the hotel's overflowing glory, "Let's go."

An Yichi wiped his face and followed behind, not wanting to admit defeat but being moved, his voice was as soft as a whisper, "I'm sorry."

But Liang Duanyuan just heard it, stopped and turned around to wait for him, watching the distant lamp illuminate An Yizhi's face.

He didn't leave, sat down on the bench by the side of the road, fumbled out a pack of cigarettes, and patted the seat beside him, "My eyes are a bit swollen, wait a minute."

An Yichi sat down and opened his backpack, searched for it, and went to Liang Duanyuan's side.

At that time, Liang Duanyuan was just holding a cigarette in her mouth, and she lowered her head and fumbled for the pockets all over her body.

An Yichi lit the lighter in his hand, and circled his hand to block the wind. He reached out to Liang Duanyuan's lips, with a warm sun in his palm.

Liang Duanyuan lowered her head, took two puffs closer to her, a bit melancholy and deep in the jumping firelight.

They seemed to be getting closer, and An Yichi felt that he could clearly see the soft down on Liang Duanyuan's face, as well as the rolling Adam's apple that exposed the neckline.

They were indeed a little closer, Liang Duanyuan touched An Yizhi's cheek as soon as she reached out her hand, and wiped away a tear that remained on the soft flesh of his jaw.

--here we go again--

An Yizhi's heart stopped beating again, and amidst the quickening and restless drumming, he felt the familiar palpitations.

"Don't cry." He saw Liang Duanyuan opened his mouth, and gray smoke overflowed from his lips, "There are very few things that can be solved by talking, and I don't have that hope."