For the love of the white moonlight

17

In the evening, Song Jingwen was relieved when he heard that his son went to the football game as scheduled. He knew Song Zhang's temperament and didn't like to make trouble, but he was slow to digest negative emotions, and he was always depressed for a long time when encountering unhappy things.

There is a party tonight, and when we leave the clubhouse, the football game is about to end.

Song Jingwen drank some wine and felt a little dizzy. She was preoccupied with something, so she simply asked the driver to drive the car to the gymnasium.

On the way, the radio broadcast the result of the football match, and Song Jingwen called Song Zhang.

The car stopped near the stadium.

Song Jingwen pressed the window of the car, and the night wind swept the water vapor towards his face. He rubbed his forehead, and his mind became clearer. It was going to rain.

Soon, big raindrops hit the car body, Song Jingwen looked in the direction of the gymnasium, and pedestrians were noisy and dispersed.

Those two figures broke into his sight at this moment. In the distance, Dong Xiao ran towards Song Zhang holding his hand, and squinted his eyes to look seriously. Dong Xiao was shirtless, and Song Zhang wore a coat on his head. One big and one small laughed and ran like crazy, Song Zhang was still running and jumping like a little monkey.

Song Jingwen couldn't help sitting up straight, he had never seen his son having fun like this.

Seeing this, the driver hurriedly said, "The rain is coming fast, I'll meet it for a while."

Song Jingwen pushed the door and got out of the car, "I'll go."

On the empty road at night, he took an umbrella and stepped on the zebra crossing. A car roared past in front of him, and the cheerful laughter of Dong Xiao and Song Zhang jumped into his ears unobstructed.

He strode forward, Song Zhang saw him, his eyes lit up, "Father—" Dong Xiao happily called him, "Mr. Song."

The umbrella in his hand reached over Dong Xiao's head.

Song Zhang returned the clothes to Dong Xiao, only then did Song Jingwen see clearly that Dong Xiao was holding a horn lamp headband in his hand, and his son also had a pair of red glowing horns on his little head.

He stretched out his hand to touch it, then lowered his head and asked Song Zhang, "Have you had a good time tonight?"

Song Zhang said excitedly: "The live football game is so exciting." Then, he described the intense and tense game with great interest.

Song Jingwen looked towards Dong Xiao.

When the sudden rain came, Dong Xiao took off his coat to protect Song Zhang from the rain. At this time, his hair was dripping wet, his bare shoulders were dripping with water, but he still looked down at the child happily, and reminded: " And that own goal..."

The two children, one big and one small, were taken by him to the car returning home at night. Song Jingwen suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart. It seemed that something was restless, eager to try, and seemed to be complete. It was really complicated and unprecedented.

It wasn't until the car drove out that Dong Xiao grabbed his shirt and wiped his hair, and then wiped the water droplets on his shoulders, but the horn headband in his hand seemed to have nowhere to put it.

Song Jingwen took it over naturally, "Give it to me."

Then he smiled and teased Song Zhang: "A good friend should be in trouble together. When it rains, you won't be in trouble with your brother Dong Xiao?"

This is to ask the child why he took his clothes to block the rain and let Dong Xiao get naked like this.Even if Song Jingwen knew that Dong Xiao must have forced the clothes onto Song Zhang, it was necessary to ask.

Song Zhang immediately showed a look of shame, but he didn't argue for himself.

Sure enough, Dong Xiaohun patted Song Zhang's head nonchalantly, "It depends on the situation when you are in trouble. You are not feeling well recently, and you are more likely to get sick when you get wet in the rain. It would be a waste of medical resources to ask for sickness. If you change the situation, I'm not in good health, and you'll take care of me like this, right?"

Song Zhang nodded hurriedly, "Yes."

Dong Xiao put the half-wet shirt on as it was, and gave Song Jingwen a smug look, as if to say, look, the child is sensible.

Yes, the two children are quite sensible, drunk, Song Jingwen smiled.Dong Xiao is not only sensible, he can see that Dong Xiao's consideration of Song Zhang is due to his sincere love, not out of flattery to him.It should be said that Dong Xiao never tried to curry favor with him. The kid's kindness to others was from the bottom of his heart.

Even his and Song Zhang's personalities are not very interesting.

After all, Song Zhang still took Dong Xiao's rain to heart, and asked Dong Xiao to take a shower and change the wet clothes as soon as he got home.

Song Jingwen went into the room and found the clothes she didn't wear and handed them to Dong Xiao, "Go, don't catch a cold, the rain outside is too heavy, it won't stop for a while, don't go back tonight."

Dong Xiao was also polite, took the clothes and went to the bathroom.

Song Zhang really had a good time, took a quick shower and fell asleep on the bed, Song Jingwen turned off the light for the child, went out, sat down on the balcony outside the living room, and lit a cigarette.

In the middle of the night, the torrential rain was so fierce that it seemed to have pierced the sky.

The humidity blowing with the wind made Song Jingwen feel cold on half of his body, and his forehead was hot, but smelling the fresh earthy smell, he felt indescribably refreshed.

In the chaos, a figure appeared in the living room corridor.

Song Jingwen turned her head and saw Dong Xiao standing there, against the light, the tall boy's tall figure was covered with a warm yellow halo by the corridor lamp.

He took a puff of cigarette, straightened the square stool beside him, motioned Dong Xiao to come and sit down, and asked, "At noon, why did you think of calling me?"

Song Jingwen was really curious. Everyone around him was used to not disturbing him when he was working. Dong Xiao was definitely not rash.

Dong Xiao understood, sat down in front of him, put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and replied seriously, "I think Song Zhang has been wronged, and you have the right to know immediately."

What he found for Dong Xiao was a POLO shirt with a collar. He wore a round neck short-sleeved T-shirt that was more elegant and dignified than ordinary ones, but it was one size smaller and worn on Dong Xiao, still youthful and heroic.

The alcohol was still there, but Song Jingwen suddenly understood why he was so happy. Such a handsome boy understood his proportions better than others. Even if he had been gay for so many years, it was impossible for him to be indifferent.

Maybe it was because he drank too much wine, and the wind in the rainy night was getting colder and colder, but his blood was boiling hot all over his body.

After a moment of silence, Song Jingwen asked again: "I never thought that my relationship with Aunt Song Zhang would be troublesome if I met myself?"

Dong Xiao looked at him firmly, shook his head with a smile, "...there will be no trouble."

Song Jingwen became more and more interested, "How to say?"

Dong Xiao scratched at his half-dried hair, "You can tell from the nanny's attitude towards Aunt Song Zhang."

What a smart kid.

What is the situation of Song Zhang's aunt?At this age, she still achieves nothing, married a man who is not motivated, and now, the children are so old, and the family of three depends entirely on the care of her natal family, making no contribution to the Xu family.

To tear yourself apart with such a character, even if the matter comes up in front of Mr. Xu, he will know how to choose. Song Jingwen is the biggest and most reliable community of interests of the Xu family.

In this case, of course the nanny wouldn't tell Dong Xiao directly, but after a casual meeting, Dong Xiao would be able to figure it out.

Song Jingwen asked again: "After Ruirui said that, did Song Zhang attack him?"

Dong Xiao said: "I wasn't there at the time, but it should be."

"It's always wrong to hit someone with your hands." Song Jingwen couldn't help sighing.

Dong Xiao immediately said: "What's wrong? Even if they are younger brothers, if a brother says something that shouldn't be said, then beat him up and continue to be a brother."

Song Jingwen's original intention was that even if he was offended, there are many ways to torment others without showing any traces. He blatantly beat him up. He didn't expect to hear such a statement from Dong Xiao.

Yes, this is Dong Xiao. He has a sharp mind, but he is also clear and clean enough, without so many twists and turns. After all, he is different from him.

But it was this kind of Dong Xiao, with a brilliance he had never had before, standing in front of him full of vigor, like a walking heat source.

Song Jingwen tilted his head to look at the heat source, Dong Xiao opened his eyes wide without knowing it, and there was a glimmer of light in the dark pupils, "Did I say something wrong?"

The wind blew Dong Xiao's forehead hair, revealing a smooth forehead, that young and handsome face became more and more radiant, as if it could illuminate the boundless dark night.

Song Jingwen was silent for a long time and couldn't explain the reason. For a moment, he felt that the child was too defenseless in front of him, and he really didn't know how to write the word "clothes and beast".

The fingers hanging outside the armrest pinched the cigarette even tighter, and he said in a deep voice, "That's right."

But Dong Xiao didn't know how to live or die. After a while, he tentatively asked, "Mr. Song, are you and your wife... a physical marriage?"

The sudden bluntness, Song Jingwen's heart seemed to be torn and punctured, the refreshing smell of bath milk on the big boy rushed to his face, he took a puff of cigarette, pressed out the cigarette butt, and suddenly stood up.

He went straight to the house.

Dong Xiao also stood up and said apologetically, "Sorry, I was the one to be abrupt, so just pretend I didn't ask."

No need to apologize, what are you apologizing for?There is nothing to say.

But when they passed by, Song Jingwen suddenly reached out, grabbed Dong Xiao's arm and pushed him against the door frame.

Dong Xiao turned his back to him, his body was stiff, as if he hadn't recovered yet.

Song Jingwen moved closer, her lips almost touching Dong Xiao's ears.

He heard his own breathing, so heavy.

When he spoke, his voice was hoarse and sullen, "It is indeed a formal marriage, I want to know why?"

There seems to be a kind of magical radar among gays. Song Jingwen can see that Dong Xiao may also be of the same kind, but before today, Dong Xiao probably didn't know he was.

Dong Xiao leaned against the door frame, turned his face sideways, his eyes widened in astonishment, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and continued to tug at the string in his heart.

As a result, Song Jingwen moved closer to the overlapping bodies of the two, her legs pressed between Dong Xiao's legs, and the part of her boobs pressed against Dong Xiao's upturned and firm tun.He asked meaningfully: "Understood?"

Yes, he yelled, and his reaction was very direct. Thousands of thoughts were intertwined in his mind, and the surging heat of his limbs urged him to be unscrupulous. He confessed himself in this extremely aggressive way.

Dong Xiao didn't speak or move.

The big boy's unrestrained youth seemed to exude a seductive fragrance all the time, Song Jingwen became dizzy, and the drunkenness became more fierce, he leaned over, opened his lips, and put Dong Xiao's round and soft earlobe in his mouth.

"Boom—" The thunder shook the sky, and a bolt of lightning suddenly split the sky. In an instant, the place within sight was as bright as day.

The person being clamped by him seemed to shiver. Song Jingwen saw Dongxiao's clear eyes without any haze, and instantly woke up.

Yes, this is Dong Xiao.Even though, he knew too well that he really wanted to do something, Dong Xiao was completely powerless to resist.But this is Dong Xiao, pure and transparent, not the A, B, C, D who he can mess around casually.

Song Jingwen let go of her fingers, her arms drooping heavily.

The oppressive ambiguity that had been surging with emotion just now disappeared without a trace.

He took a step back and said dejectedly, "Sorry. Rest, you go to the guest room."

Dong Xiao turned around and stared at him blankly.

Song Jingwen didn't intend to explain anything, turned around and left.

But at this moment, his arm sank, and his wrist was suddenly tightly grasped.

"Don't go." Dong Xiao's voice was clear, but his tone was urgent.

He turned his head.

Dong Xiao smiled shyly, but his eyes were scorching bright, "What if I say I am willing?"

Song Jingwen felt that the scorching light was like the flame of sacrifice, and he became more sober.Dong Xiao was an orphan who was sponsored by him, and he had an admiration for him, a very simple kind of admiration.

It doesn't fit, it doesn't fit anywhere.Even if they have a good night, Dong Xiao is not a suitable partner.It was really easy for him to find someone to warm his bed, so why expose his most animal side to this child.

Song Jingwen broke Dong Xiao's hand, "You are still...too young."

18

The unspeakable scene that night, Song Jingwen may have lost control after getting drunk, Dong Xiao speculates like this.

As for Dong Xiao himself, he lost control after being impulsive.

When Dong Xiao woke up the next day, he regretted so much that he pulled Song Jingwen who was drunk and said such a sentence. This should be the upper brain?

How embarrassing it would be for them to meet in the future.

Fortunately, in the next few days, Song Jingwen was busier than before, and there were not many opportunities to meet each other.

One month passed in the blink of an eye, the day Song Zhang left, Song Jingwen was out of town.When Dong Xiao left after his internship, Song Jingwen still hadn't returned.

In September, when school started, Dong Xiao returned to school, got together with his peers, and continued his studies as usual.

The distance between Song Jingwen and him in that world is like a chasm, time flies, everything in the summer vacation is getting farther and farther away, but every Sunday, looking at the classmates and parents who send their children back to the dormitory, he can still think of Song Jingwen sending him back that night.

He would occasionally think of Song Jingwen.

Dong Xiao attributed the reason to the fact that the embarrassing scene between them on that rainy night was too memorable.

At the beginning of November, Dong Xiao went to the pedestrian street with his classmates and met Miss Zhang at the door of a coffee shop.

After leaving his companions, Dong Xiao chatted with Miss Zhang hastily.

Looking at the big and small bags of winter clothes in Miss Zhang's hand, he asked, "Prepare so early?"

In November, it is late autumn in this city, and it is far from the time to wear down jackets.

Ms. Zhang said with a smile, "It's snowing in the north now. I'll go there with the boss next week. While I'm not busy today, I've got everything I need to buy."

Really, the spring breeze is proud.

Only then did Dong Xiao realize that Song Jingwen was about to leave, and that man's eyes were always looking at a higher and farther direction, and the sky was high and the sea was wide. If we say goodbye now, when will we meet again?

That night, Dong Xiao had rare insomnia.

He suddenly became unsure. That night, he held Song Jingwen, was he really just impulsive?

In the late autumn of City S, the sky is as clear as blue.

A few days later, I climbed to the outer suburbs with my classmates. Dong Xiao stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the city in the distance, and let out a long breath.

Classmates teased him: "Why are you so tired after only a few steps? I've never seen you look so sad. Premature aging is what you are."

Dong Xiao returned with an elbow and cursed with a smile: "Go! You are premature aging."

He just realized a sentence, the scenery is colored by people.

That night, Dong Xiao received a call.

He had enough activities during the day, and when the bell rang, he was already in bed, but he could press the answer button, and Song Jingwen's deep voice instantly dispelled his lack.

A quarter of an hour later, outside the south gate of the school.

Dong Xiao trotted out, and there was a black car parked at the end of the secluded alley.

Song Jingwen drove here by herself, sitting alone in the driver's seat, with half of her body sunk in thick black shadows.

Dong Xiao opened the door and got into the car, "Why are you here?"

Song Jingwen didn't answer him directly, turned around, reached for a few paper bags from behind the seat, and stuffed them into his arms: "Take it."

Dong Xiao was taken aback, but looked down, and found that the paper bag contained exquisitely packaged snacks, which were not expensive gifts, and were within his acceptable range.

Dong Xiao stared fixedly at the man's handsome side face, "Thank you, you are interested."

Song Jingwen looked at the front window, as if explaining: "Song Zhang has never liked snacks, I... don't know what you like, this is prepared by Secretary Zhang."

They haven't seen each other for more than three months.

Not only did they not meet each other, they didn't even have a telephone union. In the past three months, they seemed to be strangers again.

But just tonight, when Song Jingwen suddenly appeared in front of him, Dong Xiao's heart was jumping with joy, joy and sadness.

"I heard you were leaving?" he asked.

Song Jingwen nodded as an answer.

"When is the plane?"

Song Jingwen was silent for a moment, her eyes did not meet his, "Tomorrow."

Dong Xiao went straight to the point, "So, are you here to say goodbye to me?"

This question was asked with a smile, and only he knew how it felt in his heart.

Song Jingwen didn't evade this time, and looked straight into his eyes, "Yes, tell me about your future plans. You are a junior this year, and you should have a general plan for how you will go in the future."

It's his business to ask.

This is Song Jingwen, who cares very pragmatically.

But what Dong Xiao wanted to know most was how Song Jingwen appeared here on his last night in this city, and where he cared about him, so he didn't answer for a while.

Song Jingwen asked seriously again: "Which company do you intend to sign with?"

Dong Xiao shook his head subconsciously, "No."

Song Jingwen took out a business card from his jacket pocket and handed it to him: "Go to him, he will give you advice."

Dong Xiao didn't answer.

He knew that by accepting Song Jingwen's support, his future road might be easier, and he could even save ten years of struggle.

It's not that he's hypocritical, in his current state of mind, when he stretches out his hand, some things become light and cheap, it doesn't feel that way anymore.

Dong Xiao shook his head and was frank about his current situation, "Thank you, but no need, I have no plans to sign a contract for the time being, I'm not considered talented in acting, it's only practical to start from scratch, my idea is to first find the crew to accumulate performances with small roles After graduating from a bachelor’s degree, I will learn from the teacher for a few more years.”

Then, raised the corners of her lips, "You also said that I'm still young, haven't I?"

Song Jingwen didn't force it, and after taking back the business card, he handed him a note again, "My phone number, turn around, if you are confused, you can contact me."

The simple eleven-digit number on the note should be Song Jingwen's personal number.Song Jingwen also left a way out for his decision today.

But by accident, Dong Xiao looked at Song Jingwen, "May I know your mailing address? The one that can receive letters."

These days, few people communicate with each other by handwritten letters, but Song Jingwen didn't refuse. He simply took out a pen and scribbled a line of Chinese characters on the sticky note.

Dong Xiao folded the note paper and carefully put it in his pocket.

Then there was a long silence.

Until Song Jingwen said: "It's getting late, you go."

The dormitory has access control, indeed, it was time for Dong Xiao to leave.

Dong Xiao said goodbye with a smile: "Tomorrow, have a safe journey." Then, he opened the door and got off the car.

It seems that everything suitable for expression stops at this level, but this is not right, not right.

The window of the passenger seat was open, Dong Xiao stretched out his hand to grab the window, and suddenly asked, "Do you like me a little bit?"

Not you, but you.

There may be other reasons for Song Jingwen's sudden appearance, but as long as there is a slight possibility, Dong Xiao wants to ask clearly, and he is brave enough to ask clearly.

Song Jingwen didn't drive, she stared at him for a long time, lowered her eyes, then looked up at him again.

Neither confirmed nor denied.

But what Song Jingwen said next was very sincere.

"I hope you have skills, and I hope you always have dreams. I hope you have enough courage and strength to live the life you want and go where you want to go."

19

There is a kind of feeling that is not enough to promise life and death, not enough to be unforgettable, but it does exist.

In the first few months of Song Jingwen's return to the north, there were too many things to get started, and she couldn't care about anything else.

Dong Xiao has been in touch with Song Zhang, he knows it.

Song Zhang told him that Dong Xiao joined the crew at the end of the year and was very busy just like him.

This year's New Year's Eve, Song Zhang spent with the old man.

Song Jingwen came back late, and when he got home, Song Zhang had already fallen asleep.

He went to the room to check on the children, and when he went out, the nanny said to him, "Song Zhang is very happy today. At night, Dong Xiao called him, and the first and the younger chatted for half an hour."

After Song Jing asked, she found out that Dong Xiao spent New Year's Eve in the film crew.

Yes, he learned everything about Dong Xiao from his son, and it seemed that he had given him the note before he left for nothing.

However, one day in early March, before going out early in the morning, the nanny said to him: "Your letter."

He took it over and saw that it was indeed Dong Xiao.

In the car, he read it briefly. In the letter, Dong Xiao said what he had seen and heard in the crew in the past few months, and his daily life after returning to school.

But that night, before going to sleep, Song Jingwen took out the envelope from his coat pocket, smoothed out the crumpled letter paper, and read it again carefully with the bedside lamp on.Handwritten letters are uncommon these days.

This letter was still written on grid letter paper, and the handwriting was correct and well-behaved. Compared with Dong Xiao's flying temperament, it seemed that it couldn't match it.

Take a closer look, the fifth line and the fourth frame, the word Feng, is actually in traditional Chinese.The lower one is written in Shishi, and further down, Li is also in traditional Chinese.

Song Jingwen smiled, this child is weird.

Above the traditional Chinese characters is 春, this grid reads vertically...

The spring breeze is not as good as you.

This year, spring really came early.

The window was open, and the night wind was not cold on the face, but it was restless and warm.

Dong Xiao is eccentric, but also really smart. A long letter is a daily routine, and even after all the embarrassments happened, it is not considered a bother.

Secretly hiding such a line of writing is not a nuisance, because how can someone who has thought about this line of writing take him as a nuisance.

A few days later, Song Jingwen had a rare half-day rest, and the hairdresser came to cut his hair.The green peach tree outside the window actually sprouted buds early, it will be a pleasure to watch in a few days, Song Jingwen is in a good mood.

The hairdresser fastened the smock for him.

Song Jingwen said: "Short this time."

Song Jingwen's [-]-point hairstyle has been used for a long time, and she usually combs it with pomade to keep it neat and well-regulated.

But now that the spring is bright and everything is recovering, why not try something new.

The hair stylist was a little surprised, but Yiyan cut his hair a bit shorter, matching with Song Jingwen's chiseled face, he looked sharper and more energetic than before.

Song Jingwen herself is quite satisfied.

At the end of March, Mr. Xu had his [-]th birthday.

In the evening of that day, Song Jingwen brought Song Zhang to the house to celebrate his grandfather's birthday.

The brother-in-law looked at him for a long while, and joked, "You've been very energetic recently, you look ten years younger."

He patted him on the shoulder again, "I've never seen you wearing this kind of suit. What's wrong? You're more energetic than when you married my sister."

Song Jingwen was wearing a dark gray suit with double-breasted buttons.Compared with the single-breasted two-button suit he usually wears in public, the style is more elegant.

He said, "Really?"

Still the same sentence, the spring is brilliant, everything is recovering, so why not try something new.