his white moonlight

He Zhaowen didn't explode on the spot, and it can even be said that he endured it for a long time, and he didn't speak to Wei Zihui until after the two of them left Wei Zihui's house and took the high-speed train back to his own home.

Perhaps this is the sadness of adults, who need to take into account too many things, and cannot express their thoughts without any scruples, regardless of the occasion, like they did when they were children.

After He Zhaowen finished speaking, the smile on Wei Zihui's face froze for a moment, and then he burst out laughing again: "Wenwen, don't make trouble. That's not how you joke."

"My name is He Zhaowen, not Wenwen."

Seeing that Wei Zihui didn't reply to his words, He Zhaowen opened the refrigerator cabinet and took out a can of Snow Beer. The two of them were very quiet, which made the sound of the can opening more obvious and louder.

He sat on the sofa, poured beer into the glass, and shook the glass: "Do you need me to remind you? Big fool."

Big Fool is Yu Zhou's nickname for Wei Zihui, he used to call him half teasing and half pampering.

Wei Zihui sat down on the sofa, bowed down, and said in a weak tone, "You know everything?"

"I don't smell as good as yours, and I don't smell as good as yours." He Zhaowen took a few sips of beer, and the cold air in the beer penetrated from his mouth to his internal organs. He swallowed the last sip of wine, looked at Wei Zihui, "So why do you want to associate with me? Doesn't it sound like I can change it?"

The aluminum can was crushed badly, He Zhaowen smashed it on the coffee table and said, "Pack up your things tomorrow, you can move it away."

"I..." Wei Zihui didn't know how to refute, nor did he know how to speak in this situation.

He closed his eyes and said, "No, you are not like Wenwen, you are different people."

He Zhaowen looked at him with a sneer, not wanting to believe it at all.

"I admit that I approached you at the beginning because you are similar to Wenwen in some ways, but after spending more than half a year with you, I gradually discovered that you are completely different from Wenwen." Wei Zihui lowered his head, not daring to look at He Zhaowen expression.

"Wenwen likes to act like a baby, and has no resistance to cute things. He loves to cry, and can cry when watching CCTV programs. But you are different, you are very reliable, never cry, and you will not buy them at home. Cute, useless little thing."

"You all like photography, but Wen Wen likes to study equipment. You have spent a lot of money on lenses, but you are just taking pictures, and you hardly know anything about equipment."

"You all……"

"Enough." He Zhaowen interrupted him.

But Wei Zihui continued to talk, as if he would not stop until he finished speaking, "You all like to travel, you would wait all night to take a photo of the sunrise, but Wen Wen has no patience, he prefers Unexpectedly beautiful scenery.”

"I did want to see you as him at first, but you and him are two completely different people. I don't want to forget him, but I like you too...I'm sorry, Wen...Zhaowen, but I didn't Lying."

"Wei Zihui." He Zhaowen got up and walked towards the dark bedroom, stopped in the corridor, and looked back at the pale man illuminated by the overhead light in the living room, "Why do you think I will believe you? The person you love is Yu Zhou." It’s not wrong at all, and it’s not wrong for me to be like Yu Zhou in some respects. I can’t guarantee that you can tell the difference between fucking on the bed. I don’t think you can guarantee whether you are me or Yu Zhou, can you?”

"I..." Wei Zihui didn't dare to speak, he felt that He Zhaowen was really angry.

"I think maybe we all need to be calm and calm." He Zhaowen said, "Let's separate for a while, you go and think about it for yourself, and think about who I am and who Yu Zhou is." He slammed the door shut.

"No." Wei Zihui knocked on the wooden door with red eyes, "I don't want to be separated from you, I've already lost Wen Wen, and I don't dare to think what will happen if I lose you again."

He Zhaowen ignored him and looked down at his phone.

Wei Zihui cried for a while, probably because he was tired from crying, or because he saw clearly that He Zhaowen would not open the door for him, so he finally calmed down.

An hour ago, they were eating beef noodles in a small noodle shop. Wei Zihui bought a bottle of Arctic Ocean and was telling jokes to He Zhaowen while biting a straw.

Now they are separated by a door, a wall.

Wei Zihui went to pack his things silently, and put all the clothes he usually wore into the suitcase, but the books were confiscated, and the daily necessities were also confiscated.

"Zhaowen, I'm leaving." Wei Zihui pulled his suitcase, stood in the dark corridor, and spoke to the bedroom.

He Zhaowen ignored him, but Wei Zihui knew he was listening.

"I'll go out to calm down for a few days, when will I think clearly, and when will I go home."

He Zhaowen still didn't speak.

Maybe he should scold him now and let Wei Zihui never think about coming back.But he still couldn't bear it. When he came back this afternoon, Wei Zihui's mother was still holding his hand, making him worry about Wei Zihui's fault.

"At most half a year, no matter what conclusion I draw within half a year, I will come back and tell you clearly. You don't have to wait for me, just be together when you meet the right person."

After speaking, He Zhaowen heard the sound of the door closing.

Wei Zihui walked to the door, picked up the garbage bag habitually, and waited for the elevator at the elevator entrance.

As if just going on a business trip.

Wei Zihui resigned, went back to his hometown first, and stayed in front of Yu Zhou's grave for a long time.

Yu Zhou's real name is Wen Le, and he is Wei Zihui's junior high school alumni and high school classmate.The two were together in their teens and dated for more than ten years, until Wen Le encountered an accident on the bus while traveling.

Wei Zihui looked at the black-and-white photo on Wen Le's tombstone, and felt strange for a moment. This face had been blurred in his memory.

He talked a lot with Wen Le, about himself and He Zhaowen.He felt that he couldn't do without He Zhaowen, but he couldn't let go of Wen Le.

The two portraits stood at the left and right ends of the scale, and Wei Zihui didn't want to tell who was heavier and who was lighter.

There is no choice between Bai Yueguang and cinnabar mole.

He cleaned Wen Le's tombstone carefully, kissed Wen Le's photo lightly, and said sorry in a low voice.

After returning to the hotel, Wei Zihui dreamed of Wenle.

This was the first time Wei Zihui dreamed of Wen Le after he left.

Wen Le's face was blurred, she was wearing a white T-shirt, and her hair was a little long.

"Big fool, why are you unhappy?" Wen Le stroked Wei Zihui's head, smiling as heartlessly as before.

Wei Zihui curled his lips and burst into tears.

"I do not know what to do."

Wen Le held him in his arms and said, "But I can't be with you anymore. In another world, I will have my own life. You must take good care of yourself here."

"Is his name He Zhaowen?" Wen Le asked.

Wei Zihui nodded.

"I have been watching you all the time, he is a nice person, you have to be good."

Wei Zihui: "But he..."

Wen Le smiled: "It's okay, you go and explain to him, he will forgive you. I am not him, and he is not me. You just don't want to believe that you will fall in love with someone else, so you would rather treat him as me."

"I...then what should I do?"

Wen Le: "As I just said, apologize to him and tell him you love him. I won't mind. After Wang Xiaobo passed away, Li Yinhe also had a new lover, but I know that Wang Xiaobo will not blame her. "

As he said that, Wen Le stood up and stretched his waist: "When I belonged to this world, I would be possessive of you. You belonged to me alone, and no one was allowed to approach you. But when I no longer When I have you again, I just want you to be happy, and you will be as happy as before without me. Big fool, you see, people are so strange. "

While speaking, Wen Le's body gradually turned into a silver butterfly and spread out in all directions.

"Big fool, you have to be good, goodbye."

Wei Zihui woke up with a start, wiped his tears and turned on the phone, only to find that he had only fallen asleep for 5 minutes.

After that, he went to Hokkaido, lived in Otaru for a few days, and saw with his own eyes the places that Wenle had told him with great interest.

Then he went all the way south again, stop and go, until he arrived in Kumamoto Prefecture, where he took a lot of photos with the silly Kumamon.

He sent photos to He Zhaowen one by one, and He Zhaowen did not reply as usual, but he did not block him either.The two maintained a certain silence, which seemed to be a tacit understanding.

Autumn came quietly, and He Zhaowen reopened the door of the bar that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

The pianist was still playing his dirge, and the shopkeeper said angrily that he would replace him, but he still didn't do what he said.

The bartender at the bar didn't talk much, and quietly mixed He Zhaowen a glass of very low-alcohol women's wine. Even so, He Zhaowen couldn't guarantee that he could finish the glass of wine properly.

The door of the bar was pushed open again. This time, a young man who was dusty and dusty came in. He was still pulling a suitcase. He had obviously just got off the plane and hadn't even returned home.

"A cocktail, anything."

He Zhaowen raised his head lazily, meeting Wei Zihui's eyes.

Wei Zihui's hair was cut very short, and he wore an earring on his ear.

"Handsome guy, do you want a date?" Wei Zihui asked.

He Zhaowen glared at him and cursed, "No appointment, get out."

The author has something to say: I chose an open ending (probably?)