string sound dream lovesickness

Mo Qingxian's expression was too serious, he clearly looked at Meng Yuannian, but his eyes were hazy and scattered.Meng Yuannian was intoxicated by his immature voice, his voice was really nice.Clear and faint like a crystal clear stream, clean and beautiful, sacred and inviolable.

Maybe it's because I have experienced too much torture, and the little bit of beauty in the cracks at this moment is infinitely magnified by my empty heart.It's as if in this life, I have only seen this one and only good time.

The warmth is mixed with the taste of cold wind, and there is a sense of satisfaction and hopelessness.

Even after many years, Meng Yuannian can still clearly remember that the wind was so strong in the evening that it almost lifted the canvas.It was a cold day, and the melting snow was cold to the bone.That day, Mo Qingxian recited a poem, his voice was very small but it lingered like a spider web and lingered for a long time.

"Old Jing, I'll have to work hard for you tonight. Brothers, go up and take a bath first. Come down in the middle of the night to help you."

"It's okay, those who have been fed the medicine are not afraid of their troubles, you go and rest first, and I will just watch here."

"Why don't Xiao Zhi also stay, and the two of you can switch."

"No, no, hurry up, you can't rest in the middle of the night. The person who connects with Mr. Cao should be waiting in Changsha. If you miss something, you will die."

"Okay, okay, let's go up first, and honk the horn to call us if something happens."

"Go."

Meng Yuannian listened to the sound outside with his ears sideways. He grabbed Mo Qingxian tightly while freeing his hand to disperse the biscuits and steamed buns and hide them in his and Mo Qingxian's clothes.Although Mo Qingxian was very disgusted, he knew the situation at this time, endured the discomfort and stared at the canvas at the rear of the car with nervous tension.

I don't know how long it has been, Mo Qingxian only felt that he was sweating profusely, soaking the sweater inside.Even the eyelashes were dripping with sweat, squatting down like a frightened bird.

The "crack" sound of the canvas being lifted scared Mo Qingxian almost to scream.

"Master Meng, come down quickly." Jing Yue opened the canvas and poked his head and whispered to Meng Yuannian: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Meng Yuannian grabbed Mo Qingxian's hand and jumped down the car. He had waited too long, and when the car was too high to jump off, his leg hit the ground and felt numb for a moment.But he didn't care about it at all, turned his head and whispered to Mo Qingxian: "Hurry up, jump down!"

Mo Qingxian's heart was beating like thunder, between fear and freedom, he finally jumped down with his eyes closed.The expected pain did not come, he opened his eyes and saw Meng Yuannian's chin, Meng Yuannian let go of his hands: "Don't be stupid, follow Uncle Jing to the right!"

The cold wind mercilessly gushed into his neck, making his scalp numb from the cold. Looking at Meng Yuannian's back as he was pulling him to run, Mo Qingxian panted heavily.The night in February was as cold as a knife cut on the face, and the face seemed to be bleeding.The street lights were dim, and only the shadows running on the ground could be vaguely seen. Everything around turned into the background, becoming an insignificant but beautiful embellishment on the way to escape.

Mo Qingxian grinned and wanted to laugh out loud, but the bitter night wind blocked his throat, so he couldn't make any sound.He followed Meng Yuannian's footsteps mechanically, and his mood at this moment was between the joy of escaping from death and the confusion about the unknown future.

Meng Yuannian was like a belief that supported Mo Qingxian, as if as long as he was there, no amount of suffering would be scary.He thought, meeting Meng Yuannian might have used up all his luck in his life.I really want to just keep running like this, keep running, there is no time to stop.