Goodbye Midsummer 2

They have been living in this secluded small mountain village for ten days.

During these ten days, the group of blond-haired and blue-eyed European and American students went from being curious, shocked to calm about this backward mountain village. I have a deep understanding of the situation that people will be stared at all over their faces when hanging mosquito nets; the toilets in some residences do not have flush toilets, so they have to endure Chinese squatting toilets, and they have invented a set of toileting methods suitable for Europeans and Americans...

Although the lifestyle here is very different from that of American cities, and it also means a lot of inconvenience, but fortunately, the students on this trip have already been mentally prepared, so there are not many complaints.Moreover, the magnificent natural landscape in the mountain village often makes them forget these unhappiness, and admire the beauty of nature wholeheartedly.

For example, the double rainbow across the mountains after the heavy rain, the cloudy and misty mountains as clear as ink paintings, the dense forest under the bright sun, the turquoise lake in the forest...all these, every time they meet, let them live for a long time People in the city felt an indescribable shock and excitement.

Of course, when visiting mountains and rivers, they did not forget that they are here to experience rural life in China, so helping farmers harvest rice, fishing and hunting are also indispensable.Fortunately, these children from the city have never had farming experience, so they don't think this kind of labor is hard, but like a game, they do it with relish.

Soon, in a few days they will leave the mountain village and head for the city.Many people have developed nostalgia for this small mountain village, and Andre is one of them.

At noon that day, he and Qin Yang followed a peasant woman up the mountain to pick wild fruits, and he was greatly amazed by the beautiful mountain scenery along the way.

"It's really comfortable to live here." He said to Qin Yang while stepping on the dead leaves while carrying a bamboo basket.

"Short-term living is comfortable. Long-term living is life. Life is not all comfortable." Qin Yang replied.

Chinese is not very good Andre doesn't quite understand his meaning: "Why is life uncomfortable?"

"In life, you have to care about firewood, rice, oil and salt, and there will be a lot of troubles." He explained.

"I understand, I understand." Andre smiled.

They followed the peasant woman for a while, and soon they came to a forest full of wild fruits. After the peasant woman taught them which ones were ripe and which ones were not edible, she asked them to pick fruits here and told them to pick them. When you are full, you can go down the mountain by yourself.

Andre picked off a red fruit, wiped it with the corner of his clothes, and took a big bite.

"Mmm, it's delicious!" He praised repeatedly, and handed the other half that hadn't been bitten to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "No need, I won't eat."

Andre took back the fruit with a smile, and ate it all by himself.

In the forest, the sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, and shone on their faces in small mottled patterns. They picked the fruits silently, and soon the bamboo baskets were filled with bright red wild fruits.

When going down the mountain along the original road, Andre caught a glimpse of a small stream at the fork, so he said that he would go to the stream to rest.

Qin Yang had no choice but to follow him.

The stream flows down from the mountain, only half a meter wide, and the flowing water is clear and cool. Andre put the bamboo basket aside, took the stream, washed his face happily, took a handful of water without hesitation, and drank it Take a big gulp.

"Delicious!" He smiled heartily at Qin Yang, "Delicious."

Sitting on the rock beside him, Qin Yang followed his example and took a sip of the stream water and tasted it, it was indeed sweet.

Andrei sat down next to him and stared at him suddenly.Qin Yang felt uncomfortable, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Yang, you are a mystery."

"puzzle?"

Andre nodded: "Don't talk, don't express, don't smile."

It was the first time someone said that, and Qin Yang couldn't laugh or cry: "I... don't like to talk."

"You, think, a lot." As if knowing that his Chinese expression was not precise enough, Andre took out his mobile phone, pressed something, and then turned the screen to Qin Yang.

Qin Yang saw that it said: I have a lot of thoughts.

So in the eyes of others, has he always been preoccupied?

Qin Yang sighed, not knowing what to say, and finally forced a smile: "Maybe so."

"what's on your mind?"

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"Liar." Andre stared at him sharply, his blond hair shining in the sun, "If you have troubles, you can tell me. I am your friend."

Regarding his one-sided enthusiasm, Qin Yang could only smile: "Thank you."

Andre looked very hurt: "You don't trust me."

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's just that... many things are very complicated, and it's not so easy to speak up."

"Then I'll wait." Andre smiled brightly, "Wait for you to speak."

Qin Yang was taken aback, so he could only smile.

"Thank you."

He has always had little desire to talk, because he feels that others will not understand at all.

In this world, there has never been such a thing as empathy.

Take a step back—even if an outsider could understand it, it wouldn't make him feel lighter or happier because of it.So, there is no need to complain at all.

In the final analysis, troubles are still his troubles, and it won't be less if it is said, and it won't be more if it is not said.He has always harbored such thoughts, and always feels that there is no need to confide in them.

Andre may understand Qin Yang from his American thinking, always thinking that he should share everything frankly with his friends.But Qin Yang is not a cheerful and honest person like him.

Therefore, although Qin Yang was grateful for his helping hand, he would not really give it to him.

After all, everyone has their own secrets.

I don't want to tell others, buried in a hidden corner of my heart.This is safer and more reassuring.

Although he has lost Shen Yi, this name is still the most cherished secret in his heart.He didn't want to share it with anyone, or even hear the name come out of someone else's mouth.

This name is the only thing he has now.

After falling asleep that night, he was shaken awake.

When I opened my eyes, the room was full of moonlight, and the bed was also brightly lit.He vaguely saw a figure walking by the bed, and before he could blink his eyes to see it more clearly, the figure grabbed his hand.

"Yang, get up quickly."

In a hurry, he was pulled outside the house in slippers and pajamas.They and a group of students scattered and boarded in the farmhouses in the village. At this time, the moon was high and everyone was asleep. There was silence inside and outside the house. Occasionally, frogs and cicadas could be heard from the fields outside.

Andre dragged him out without any explanation, and he followed in a daze. After a while, the two came to the stream along the field ridge.

The stream gurgled and ran at night, and the long grass beside the stream swayed gently in the night wind.Andre finally stopped, pointed to the grass by the stream and whispered to him, "Look."

Qin Yang narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction he pointed seriously.

In the night wind, in the dark grass, on the long leaves, there are a few light spots, and some are flying up and down among the grass leaves.

Oh, it's fireflies.

Andre pulled him to sit down on the grass, hugged his knees and smiled at him as if asking for credit: "Isn't it beautiful?"

Qin Yang, who originally wanted to make a fuss about his fuss, swallowed the words that came up to him with such a smile, and gave a wry smile: "Yes."

"I can't sleep, I found it." He pointed to himself, and then to the firefly in front of him.

"Why can't you sleep?"

He scratched his already messy blond hair and smiled: "I'm thinking."

"What are you thinking?" Qin Yang asked casually.

"you."

Qin Yang was startled, thinking that he had heard wrongly.

"I'm thinking of you." Unexpectedly, Andre repeated.

Qin Yang thought it was the other party's Chinese expression error, and was about to correct him: "We Chinese generally don't express it this way, you should—"

"I like you."

I was stunned again.

Qin Yang looked suspiciously at this person he had known for only a month, feeling a little puzzled.

Under the moonlight, a helpless smile appeared on the corner of Andre's mouth, as if he knew how inexplicable his confession was.

The croaking of frogs and cicadas came from the hot air, making people even more irritable.

"Yang, you are a mystery, I am attracted by you."

He is not fluent in Chinese, but expresses his emotions well.

Qin Yang's heart beat a little fast, he shook his head: "This kind of thing is not called liking—"

Andre suddenly approached and kissed him.

When the night wind blew, Qin Yang felt the unfamiliar warmth and breath on his lips, and pushed him away suddenly.

Qin Yang, who stood up quickly, looked at Andre who was pushed away, and there was a burst of complicated emotions in his heart.He wanted to say something, but in the end he gritted his teeth, turned around and left the stream without saying anything.

Under the moonlight, his figure was so lonely.