Why are the stars indifferent

"A person's life is a long runway," a voice sounded, and the words were clear, and the words fell into his ears through the sound of rain. He said, "You have to see where you are before you can move forward."

It was a gloomy little house.

The wall skin is mottled, with dark brown dirt on it, and a large mold spot grows in the corner of the wall. The food brought in a few days ago was made to grow hair by the humid and sultry air, and it can no longer be eaten.

That person was still saying: "Chen Fu, do you know how many people are jealous of you, so jealous that their eyes are about to bleed?"

Cheng Zai opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a heavy rain accompanied by spring thunder outside the house. The rain water slapped on the ground, canopy and various places, making a crackling sound, making people upset.

He touched his sweat-soaked neckline, raised his hand and slowly took off the earplugs and put them away. He got up and went to the living room. The cold air made him even less sleepy.

It was only after five o'clock, and I got up too early, and I couldn't fall asleep even after going back to the cage.

Cheng Zai sighed, took clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, halfway through the shower, the power cut off, and the water temperature suddenly dropped, Cheng Zai took the cold water to rinse his hair and body irritably, wrapped himself in a blanket and walked out.

There is a saying that when you are unlucky, you can get stuffed between your teeth when you drink water.

The spring rain often falls at dawn and gradually subsides, leaving damp water vapor floating in the air. Cheng Zai didn't sleep well all night. When he went to the hospital, the girl at the nurse's station was speechless: "Where are you going to dig?" mine?"

"Hey." Cheng Zai smiled and wanted to say a few words to joke, but he still couldn't say anything.

Day by day, he is also used to this way of life, he is gradually getting rid of the past, and is seriously moving towards the future, but the things he ignores will eventually come to his door, no matter how long they are buried, they will be hidden dangers after all.

Just because he doesn't want to talk to him doesn't mean those people won't come to him.

During the lunch break, Cheng Zai sighed, took out his phone, dragged the number from last night out of the blacklist, and called.

It is better to be active than passive.

"Students," the homeroom teacher began to speak earnestly as soon as he arrived at the class meeting, "I will take the Qingming holiday right away, and the mid-term exam will not be long after I come back..."

"It's as if we don't make up lessons when we come back from the Ching Ming holiday." Zhan Le propped his head and said weakly.

But this time there was no one to talk to, so he looked away unaccustomedly, cleared his throat and sat up straight again.

Ching Ming Festival.

On Ching Ming Festival, I have to go to my mother's tomb with my thoughts, and I have to tell Grandpa An and the others that my sister has been found.

Thinking about it, I was a little excited.

Zhan Le rubbed his hands, and called Xie Lin when school was over in the afternoon, asking her to come to his house for dinner, and then went home by himself, after thinking about it, he took out his phone and asked Cheng Zai if he wanted to come.

Cheng Zai's news came back very quickly, and he couldn't say anything. He also said that he might go to another place for a business trip with the director tomorrow, and he would not come back until a while later.

"Is your doctor still on a business trip?" Zhan Le called him directly.

"Yeah," Cheng Zai said, "I didn't expect that, we organize study every once in a while."

"I'm so tired," Zhan Le sighed, "When will you be back?"

"I don't know," Cheng Zai said, "It depends on the situation."

"Call me before you come back." Zhan Le walked home with vegetables, and Xie Rin happened to get off the taxi. He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'll pick you up."

"There's no class, you," Cheng Zai also smiled, and said, "Okay, I still have patients here, so hang up first."

"Okay," Zhan Le replied, "Goodbye."

Xie Lin held a notebook in her arms and carried a guitar on her back. After Zhan Le put her phone away, she said, "Do you want to make a cake today?"

"Do you want to eat?" Zhan Le was stunned for a moment, "I didn't buy butter."

"Don't eat," Xie Rin shrugged, and walked in first, "It's tired."

"Hey." Zhan Le shouted, and didn't know what to say next, so he had to give up.

After the brothers and sisters ate, Xie Lin helped wash the dishes, came out and opened the notebook, and played the guitar while writing the score. Zhan Le was quietly doing homework next to him, and no one disturbed anyone.

After a while, the phone vibrated, and Zhan Le grabbed it to see that it was a message from Lin Xiangxiao.

He hadn't heard from Lin Xiangxiao for a long time, so he was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the note Lin Dashui was smart, and then he opened it. Lin Xiangxiao only sent a photo of Ji, who was lying on the bed and sleeping very messily. Chang Yun, and Lin Xiangxiao who put his hand in front of the camera and made a gesture of yes.

A very random photo, Ji Changyun didn't know what he had experienced, he slept very messily, half of his face was buried in the quilt, and there were heavy dark circles under his eyes.There is no word in the bottom half, but it gives people a sense of life for no reason, stable and down-to-earth, it is Lin Xiangxiao who is telling him that he is safe.

Zhan Le hooked the corner of his mouth, and sent a sentence "Dog abuse?" In the past, he added an emoji: I, Makabaka, have never been wronged like this.jpg

Lin Xiangxiao's news came back soon: the horn of war has been blown, today either you die or you die.jpg

Zhan Le collapsed on the sofa laughing, stopped doing homework, and concentrated on fighting with Lin Xiangxiao.

Xie Rin hugged the guitar and played the melody he just wrote, looked up at Zhanle, slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, put the guitar aside, tilted his head on the table and asked, "Cheng Zai?"

"Huh?" Zhan Le glanced at her, "No, it's my classmate."

"Oh," Xie Lin replied, "Where is Cheng?"

"...I said I went to a meeting with the director, and I'm not here for a few days," Zhan Le moved the phone over to cover his face, "It will take a while before I come back."

"Oh." Xie Lin replied again.

Zhan Le absent-mindedly fought with Lin Xiangxiao for a while, put down the phone, sat up and glanced at Xie Rin, Xie Rin didn't look at him, and continued to write and draw in the small notebook, she wasn't writing at all It's just a random scribble on the paper.

Do you think I should tell him?

Tell him can we still be friends in the future?

These thoughts are a bit hypocritical, but they are indeed Zhan Le's concerns now. If there were no such concerns... he might, probably should probably say it.

I like you.

What a fucking simple four words, but I don't know how to say them, I don't know what kind of tone to say them in what environment.

"Do you think..." Zhan Le frowned, "He came back from a meeting, and I told him... okay?"

"Okay." Xie Lin responded quickly, "When will he come back? Do you need me to set up the venue for you?"

"What kind of venue is it?" Zhan Le looked at her, "It's not a marriage proposal."

Xie Rin paused for a moment, stopped the movement of his hands, and the tip of the pen stopped on the tail of the kitten she had just drawn out: "Are you going to say that?"

"Ah." Zhan Le couldn't figure out what she meant.

"Don't prepare anything, just rush up and say 'I like you' and leave?" Xie Lin said, "Is this the world of straight men?"

"...Hey," Zhan Le couldn't help laughing, "How can we arrange it?"

"At least it's what he likes, the romantic atmosphere or something," Xie Lin looked up at Zhan Le, "The scene is set well, and he married when he was excited... and he agreed."

"You just said what's on your mind," Zhan Le pointed at her, "I still... don't know how to tell him."

"I actually don't know," Xie Rin curled his lips, "I'm talking nonsense."

Zhan Le pointed at her again, but said nothing.

But from the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of Xie Rin's guitar beside him and suddenly had a flash of inspiration. He sat up straight and said to Xie Rin, "I'll write a song for him. After playing and singing, stand up and say, Cheng Zai, I like it." How about you, isn't it particularly romantic?"

"...Ah," Xie Rin might want to complain, but there were too many complaints and he didn't know what to say, so he picked the most obvious one, "He will go to the meeting for half a year?"

"How is it possible." Zhan Le said, "One week at most?"

"One week, you plan to let me teach you how to write songs and how to play guitar?" Xie Lin clicked his tongue, "I'm going back to sleep, good night."

"Fuck." Zhan Le couldn't help laughing, and Xie Rin's rant made him relax the nervous feeling, "I just said it casually, I... go learn a love song."

"I had a scrap manuscript before, let me teach you." Xie Lin leaned back and stretched, "It's easy to learn to sing a song a week."

"Ah." Zhan Le responded.

"If you are particularly free, you can help me change the word," Xie Lin said, "The original word is a bit hypocritical."

"Yeah." Zhan Le replied again.

My heart picked up when Xie Rin took out the scrap manuscript she was talking about, and put it back in an instant.

The main reason is confusion. Confusion is confusion because he can't understand a single note.

But Xie Lin said that she would change it, and Zhan Le was mainly responsible for thinking up the lyrics.

He picked up a piece of paper, on which there was a very short sentence written on the bottom of the little tadpole that he couldn't understand at all. It was a sentence that was not very hypocritical in comparison with Xie Lin's hypocritical original words.

"I am walking through the darkness, I am running towards the light."