There was still a slight drizzle outside, Zhao Yuan raised the torch, and the torch swayed in the breeze and drizzle. The two of them put on their clothes. Lin Wenxi's clothes had been dried, but Zhao Yuan's clothes were still wet. Only then did Lin Wenxi remember that Zhao Yuan had put his own clothes in front of the bonfire and his at the back.
Lin Wenxi touched Zhao Yuan's shirt and tried to help him dry it. Zhao Yuan felt that Lin Wenxi was completely stupid.
Lin Wenxi suddenly grabbed a torch and held it up in front to illuminate the way. Zhao Yuan arranged his clothes, caught up with Lin Wenxi, and said, "I'm afraid it will rain on this wild road. Let's walk faster."
Lin Wenxi smiled and said: "The ancients said that flowers bloom on the road, but they can return slowly. It's better for you, you have to rush me."
"The water is blooming now, so why don't you be happy?" Zhao Yuan pulled Lin Wenxi and kept walking. Unexpectedly, he found that the dark clouds had just begun to lift, and the hazy half-curved moon was looming behind the clouds.
Lin Wenxi giggled and ran forward holding a torch. The torch illuminated Lin Wenxi's cheeks. His eyes were so excited that they flashed like bright lights. His handsome face shone in the night as brightly as the bright moon in the high sky in his memory. Zhao Yuan smiled slightly and pressed his hand gently up and down. The sound of the flute was gentle and clear, spreading melodiously to the roadside and into the sky.
Lin Wenxi didn't expect that Zhao Yuan could be so good at it, and he could tell that what Zhao Yuan was playing was actually Caiyun Chaiyue.
From the gentle rhythm to the ups and downs at the end, it seems that one can hear the coming and going, a deep memory, a deep sorrow of farewell, or some cherished blessings.
Lin Wenxi's steps gradually calmed down, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
The breeze blows, the surrounding fields are quiet and empty, and the moonlight in the sky suddenly wakes up and shines brightly. At that time, the sky is blue, the moon wheel is ethereal, and the light is dancing. Fireflies were flying and shining brightly in the clear night. In a clear and vast universe, just like this, two people are in the wind-free wilderness. One person is holding a torch in front, his eyes are clear, and his expression is intoxicated. The other person is blowing a free and intertwined tune like flowing water in the back, repeating it over and over again. Complex, ups and downs. The time and space are scattered in all directions, and the passing years are blown through. The road seems to go endlessly until the end of the world.
The colorful clouds are colorful and the bright moon is elegant. The bright moon and colorful clouds shine on each other, and the flowers fall on the empty mountain and the water flows slowly. While Lin Wenxi was holding a torch in front, he listened to such music and looked at such people, spreading his arms and spinning around in the wilderness after the new rain. Even at night, it seemed that he could see a rainbow in the sky. With a smile on his face, Zhao Yuan raised his brows from time to time, and followed the accompaniment, sometimes walking forward quickly, sometimes moving slowly, with one person holding a torch in front and another playing a flute behind him, performing a timeless song of colorful clouds chasing the moon.
The two of them ran back to the house, still unfinished, and sat side by side outside the house, looking up at the occasional stars in the sky.
"Look at the stars in the sky, they are so close to each other, but in fact, the distance between two stars, no matter how close they are, is measured in light years. Even if we travel a lifetime, we are just looking at each other. Without being related, life gradually disappears in the process of arrival." Lin Wenxi said leisurely.
"You said that we will leave separately in the future, will this happen?" Lin Wenxi asked again.
Zhao Yuan smiled: "There are no telephones on the two planets. Don't we have telephones? We should keep in touch..."
Think about it, Lin Wenxi, Zhao Yuan can always convince himself in some special ways, so only
He smiled helplessly.
"Wen Xi, I will find a way, I will definitely do it. And, even if...even if we can't live in the same city in the past few years, when we graduate, work, and become free, can't we all make our own choices?" Zhao Yuan said again, his eyes still as bright as before, with irresistible power.
"Will you forget me?" Lin Wenxi asked. He didn't think Zhao Yuan could think of anything else.
Zhao Yuan sat up, grabbed Lin Wenxi's fist, clenched it, and said solemnly: "I will definitely be the last person to forget mine... Good... Good brother..."
Lin Wenxi broke away from Zhao Yuan's hand, her lips trembled, and she suddenly pointed at Zhao Yuan and said with a smile: "Haha, it's a bit like in TV dramas, boys often accept girls who like them as their sisters."
Zhao Yuan wanted to say something more, but he felt like an executioner at the moment, picking up a sharp knife and stabbing it into Lin Wenxi's chest. Before he could touch the beating heart, he chose to stop.
Since this day, Zhao Yuan has gradually calmed down, and he no longer has the urge to take Lin Wenxi away in a hurry. He knew that he and Lin Wenxi had some unusual feelings for each other for a long time. He also knew that for some things, if a layer of paper was really pierced, everything might slip in some unimaginable direction. Yes, it was burned completely, and he knew that all that was left was waiting, only time. If you don't want to torture Wenxi and yourself with many things, then let everything stop now.
He smiled and said: "Look, I didn't accept you as my sister." Then he hummed leisurely: "Sister Lin fell from the sky..." Lin Wenxi smiled and said nothing, twisted a dead branch and He fiddled with it randomly on the dirt floor, it was unwritten and unpainted, and it seemed like someone's name was written on it.
The tile house and adobe walls are warm in winter and cool in summer. The windows made of cellophane are very light-transmissive, and the left and right sides of the windows are decorated with horse-to-peace window grilles cut by country people's unique craftsmanship, making them lifelike.
The warm pit is padded with dry straw that was just harvested last year. When you tuck it in twice, you will get a faint rustic flavor from the straw, which is nostalgic and warm. On top of the dry straw is a thin bed of home-made cotton in the countryside, which is soft and comfortable. A layer of newly woven reed bamboo mat is spread on the mat, exuding a faint reed fragrance. There is a water storage system under the kang. At night, the whole room becomes cold. At that time, the only yellow light bulb in the bedroom was half covered with a big red paper cover. The whole house was quiet and peaceful, accompanied by the warmth of the kang. The water vapor is like riding a bamboo raft drifting on a gentle and smooth river. There was an opening in the roof of the tile roof, and a skylight covered with cellophane was removed at this moment, and the moonlight slowly flowed in from under the window, covering the entire kang softly and evenly.
It was night, both of them had trouble falling asleep while lying on the bed. Lin Wenxi's shoulders were pressed tightly against Zhao Yuan and he opened his eyes.
"Are you asleep?" Zhao Yuan asked softly.
"No."
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"I don't dare to sleep. I'm afraid that when I wake up, tonight will be over."
Zhao Yuan couldn't help but sigh slightly.
Lin Wenxi didn't know how many days were left. With Hongxuan's ability, if he wanted to find someone in this small village, he would have to wear a raincoat to put out a fire. Sooner or later, it would burn.
The two hugged each other, and at some point, they gradually fell asleep.