your boyfriend

The wooden box Qin Jin gave was put in a drawer in the room by Meng Qinshi, and he has not opened it once since he got it back.Each time I picked it up and put it down again, put it back in place, and covered it with a book, as if I could resist opening it forever.

He was afraid and uneasy. He was afraid that Qin Jin would easily break through the psychological defense line he had built up with great difficulty, and he was also afraid that he would be very hopeless and change back to his previous appearance, and he would always be at the bottom of this relationship.

Meng Qinshi instinctively felt that nothing had happened between him and Qin Jin, the abnormality of his body could not deceive himself, and Qin Jin's pale complexion could not escape his eyes.

Holding the wooden box and throwing his head up into the bed, he let out a long sigh and fell into deep self-doubt—"Isn't this kind of behavior of eating clean and irresponsible a bit like a scumbag?"

I entered the four-digit password according to my birthday, and the wooden box opened with a click, and what came into view was a stack of thick letter paper; the texture of kraft paper, each sheet was neatly stacked, and the black pen ran smoothly on the letter paper He wrote down a line of characters, which was Qin Jin's handwriting that he was most familiar with - delicate and clean, exactly the same as his own.

He opened the top one and read it line by line.

This is my first Sunday in London. It is raining in London today. It is very gloomy and cold. The whole city is shrouded in a thick layer of fog, which makes people uncomfortable to see.I began to miss the sunshine in Nanchuan Spring, and you with a bright smile under the sunshine.

But I know I can't go back. I pushed you away with my own hands, isolated you from my world, and built a high wall.No one will know like you that I hate rainy days and fear thunder, and no one will rush to me at this moment to give me hugs and strength.

Did you go to the neighboring city to see the lanterns?

From the brochure you brought back, I saw a sea of ​​dots of lanterns. The lights of thousands of families illuminated the whole small town, and even the gurgling water became extraordinarily clear and translucent.

What wish did you write on the Kongming Lantern?Will it be about me?

In fact, I want to go with you and write down a common wish; I never believed in this before, and I don't think these so-called wishes can really be realized, they are just a sustenance.

But now, I really want to put a Kongming lantern with you, and then write our wishes on it.

The letter wasn't too long, and the content should have been written by Qin Jingang after he settled down in England; after he left, Meng Qinshi lost interest and originally didn't plan to go to the neighboring city to watch the lanterns, but Wen Che couldn't hold back.

They knew that Qin Jin had left, and also knew that Meng Qin could not recover for a while, but it was precisely because of this that they wanted to take him to watch the lantern together, and find something for him to divert his attention.

On the night of the [-]th day of the first lunar month, when the lanterns were like daylight, Meng Qinshi stood on the bank of the river watching them laughing and playing, and suddenly remembered the burning firework stick in Qin Jin's hand on the eve of the New Year's Eve.Qin Jin's dark eyes were lit up by the light from the firework stick, maybe it was Meng Qinshi's illusion, but from that angle, Qin Jin's eyebrows and eyes were much gentler than usual.

Of course, if he looked more carefully, he would find that Qin Jin's eyes were full of reluctance at that time.

Little children walked past Meng Qinshi with exquisitely crafted lanterns, laughing and beckoning friends.The little boy turned around and handed the pumpkin lantern in his hand to the little girl behind him, smiling very brightly.

"Let's play with this, it's for you." The little boy said.

The little girl took the lantern with one hand, and replied awkwardly: "Okay, then I will forcefully forgive you."

The two children smiled and walked away. Meng Qinshi looked up at the night sky and let out a long sigh.He was holding the Kongming lantern that Wen Che had just given him in his hand, looking at the surrounding lanterns constantly flying towards the sky, he suddenly fell silent.

These Kongming lanterns one after another carry the wishes and hopes of countless people. The most pious wishes are written on each flying lantern. Those people are full of happy smiles on their faces. It's very warm.

Not far away, Jiang Shen held the Kongming lantern and looked sideways at Wen Che beside him, with an indescribable pampering expression in his eyes, the latter frowned and thought for a while with a pen cap in his mouth, before he wrote down wrote a line.

After deciding to come to the Lantern Festival, Meng Qinshi secretly imagined countless wishes, each of which was related to Qin Jin; he wanted to go to the same city as Qin Jin for the exam, and wanted to spend every minute and every second of the future with Qin Jin Together, want to have a home that belongs to the two of them.

Meng Qinshi looked down at the Kongming Lantern in his hand, his expression dimmed. He took out the marker pen and wrote a line of words on the side of the Kongming Lantern.

I hope Qin Jin can come back.

After ten years, his wish came true, when he hardly had any hope, and he didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while; Meng Qinshi opened the letters one by one and read them. By the time of the last letter, the lights were already on outside the window.

The sound of the TV came from the living room, mixed with the movement from the other side of the kitchen. Meng Qin hadn't left the room since he came back in the morning. Meng's mother thought he was too tired from work and was sleeping, so she didn't come in to disturb him. .

Wherever he could sleep, his heart and eyes were filled with Qin Jin's handwritten letters. This person probably displayed all his feelings here.I was afraid that sending the letter back would shake my will, so I chose to seal everything in a box, but I still couldn't help the desire to write every time.

He didn't know what kind of mood Qin Jin had in writing this, but he seemed a little sad.

Meng Qinshi turned over, picked up the mobile phone that was charging on the bedside table, opened the screen and selected Qin Jin's mobile number.At this moment, he wanted to call Qin Jin, even if it was just to hear his voice.

Maybe it was because he had tossed too much last night, not long after Meng Qinshi left, Qin Jin had a fever, and he was a little dizzy.A person with a persistent low-grade fever is very weak, and he doesn't even have the energy to get up and pour himself a cup of hot water.

Before Meng Qinshi left, he had a faint sign of a fever. In order to prevent the other party from seeing the clue, he chose to drive him out of the house mercilessly - even though he knew in his heart that once he chose to tell the truth, Meng Qin Qin Shi will definitely stay by his side and take care of him.

Qin Jin was reclining on the small rocking chair by the window in the study, covered with a fluffy quilt, and holding a thick novel in his hand, which was sent to him by Bai Shuyi, a limited edition of Mr. X's best-selling new novel; he came back Not long after, I ran into Bai Shuyi in the bookstore. The other party was no different from the past. He was a typical tall man but not old, and he held his hand excitedly and was about to cry.

Later, they exchanged contact information; Bai Shuyi graduated from the Chinese department of one university after another, and after going around all these years, he became the editor in charge of Mr. X, and the reminder of manuscripts became his daily work.

Then Bai Shuyi would always be called to the house by the procrastination king for various reasons, first this and then that, and only after the fox had enough to eat and drink would he obediently hand over the manuscript to him.

After reading for a while, Qin Jin felt dizzy, let go of his hand, and the book fell smoothly on his chest, and then he fell into a deep sleep.

On the coffee table not far away, the mobile phone set to vibrate was buzzing, and the caller ID was Meng Qinshi.

And he didn't hear it at all.

"Son, it's time to eat!" The door was opened, and Meng's father stood at the door and shouted.

Meng Qinshi was so frightened that he quickly hung up the phone, and looked towards the door with a guilty conscience: "Hey, okay, I got it."

"What are you doing? Like a thief." Father Meng frowned slightly, and walked a few steps inside, his eyes resting on the wooden box in Meng Qinshi's hand.

"Nothing, just sleeping." Meng Qinshi hurriedly locked the wooden box, stuffed it into the pillow, then got up and pushed Father Meng to go out together: "Let's go, let's eat and eat."

Father Meng glanced suspiciously at the pillow, said no more, and let him push him towards the restaurant.

Steaming food was placed on the dining table, Mother Meng set the table and chopsticks, and now she finally seized the opportunity and began to babble to Meng Qinshi: "I mean you, why did you reject Xiao Zhou again? What's wrong with her girl? What do you want to do?"

"Mom—" Meng Qinshi bit his chopsticks, looked helplessly at Mother Meng and let out a long sigh: "A twisted melon is not sweet."

"What kind of twisted melon?" Father Meng took over, although his voice was weak, but he was still somewhat stern: "Qin Shi, you are really not young, you really should think about it, look at you Dad, my health is getting worse day by day, so I just want to take advantage of my good health so that I can take care of my grandson again."

Meng Qinshi looked up at his father's face, speechless for a while.In the past ten years, Meng's father's body has lost weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his physical fitness is not as good as before. He will catch a cold and cough when the season changes, and he often suffers from insomnia at night.Maybe it was because I consumed too much energy when I was young, and the long-term overdraft has caused my current depression.

"Dad, don't say that, you are fine." Meng Qinshi took a bite of rice and said lightly.

Father Meng shook his head, and sighed softly: "What's the matter? Qin Shi, Dad also knows that you are still thinking about it...but you should also know that it is impossible for you to be with him. .”

Meng Qinshi paused for a moment while picking up the vegetables, and quickly lowered his head to take a sip of water to cover up his emotions.

"Father hopes that you will be well, and I also hope that you can get married and have children, and live a normal life, so that your mother and I can rest assured." Meng's father said in a deep voice, his eyes have left too many years. The traces made him look more vicissitudes than his actual age.

Meng Qinshi's heart tightened, an indescribable emotion spread in his heart, even his breathing was a little heavy, he nodded lightly: "Yes, I see."

When Qin Jin woke up, the clock had pointed to ten o'clock, and he felt sore and weak, as if he had experienced a desperate struggle; he frowned, rubbed his heavy head, got up from the rocking chair, walked a few steps and then bent Pick up your phone from the table.

Skipping all kinds of news feeds, he saw Meng Qinshi's call at first glance, so he called back without hesitation.

As soon as the call was made, the other party picked up the phone. Meng Qinshi's voice on the other end was a little hoarse, as if he was tired: "Hello."

"Did you call me just now?" Qin Jin asked him.

"Oh..." Meng Qinshi hesitated for a moment, then said, "Maybe I touched it by accident, it's fine."

"Is that so?" Qin Jin's eyes dimmed for a moment: "Then, rest early, I'll die."

"Hey! Qin Jin!" Meng Qinshi stopped him.

"Ok?"

"That..." Meng Qinshi hesitated for a while, Qin Jin could almost hear his breathing during the long pause, it was rapid and heavy, as if he was facing an extremely difficult choice.After a long silence, Meng Qinshi slowly opened his mouth and said, "I might get married."

As if his heart was being tightly grasped by both hands, Qin Jin felt a chill from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai. He closed his eyes, stabilized his emotions, and said slowly, "Got it."