K

#2026 June Chongqing

The dense and moist water vapor was blown into the dark room by the wind, the low clouds were still gathering violently, and the swallows outside the window were still spreading their wings to make a final impact on the target dinner.The rumbling thunder accompanied by the lightning that struck straight down caused the people resting on the bay window to tremble, "Liu... Liu Wen'er..."

The whistling rain completely woke up Song Yaxuan's dream, his trembling eyelashes could not cover his moist eyes, Liu Wen in the dream held him in his arms with his thin, wheat-colored hands, while his white The fingertips brushed Liu Wen's back little by little, slowly turning red.But the real thunder and lightning only allowed him to see his pale fingertips and the glaring red cloth wrapped around his wrist in the vague darkness.

Many people in the circle know that Song Yaxuan has a quirk of collecting red cloth.But only he knows that he is just looking for a piece of red cloth, or looking for the person who owns that piece of red cloth, the only person he can still remember.

Five years ago, everyone knew that Liu Wen liked Song Yaxuan, unscrupulously favoring Song Yaxuan, blatantly liking, everyone also thought that Song Yaxuan hated Liu Wen, always lowered his eyebrows, and avoided contact everywhere.But only Song Yaxuan knew that there was a secret in his lowered eyes that only he knew. He liked Liu Wen, even earlier than Liu Wen liked him, as early as the moment Liu Wen stood beside him, as early as Every night of companionship.

It is said that an advanced predator will appear as a prey, but before he can hunt, his prey leaves.

Liu Wen retreated from the circle and disappeared completely. He waited for five years and searched for five years, but he still couldn't find any trace of him in this world. Even the traces of the past had disappeared. Outside the circle, no one remembers that there was such a bright and brave person, except him.Sometimes he is also confused, did Liu Wen really exist?The only thing that can prove Liu Wen's existence seems to be the red cloth wrapped around his wrist, a red cloth that he took off from his eyes in memory, but he lost the red cloth that was tied around his eyes. That piece of red cloth.He wondered if finding that piece of red cloth could prove that he really existed, and his Liu Wen and his moon would be able to come back...

The bright red cloth swayed with the movement of the arms. Song Yaxuan, who was awakened by the thunderstorm, slowly propped up his body with his arms, his legs curled up slowly, and the whole person, who was about 1.8 meters tall, curled up into a ball. Showing his pale and fragile face looking out of the window.The rain is still falling, and he has not waited for the moon tonight, nor has he found his moon...

"Can I see the sun tomorrow?" Can I find my moon?

The night is long, the rain is desolate, and the dream is heavy.Curled up in a deep sleep by the bay window, he did not see the moon that peeked out from the clouds after the rain stopped, but when the moonlight quietly enveloped him, the corners of his mouth also curved.In and out of his dreams, there is the moon.

"Song Yaxuan, will you play with me, Brother Wen?"

"Ah, wait until I finish practicing the piano, okay?"

"Yeah." The boy walked straight into the practice room with the basketball, sat on the sofa beside him, and kept fiddling with the basketball between his fingers, but his eyes slowly shifted from the spinning basketball to the person in front of him who wanted to bury his head in the keyboard. On Song Yaxuan, he didn't notice that the basketball at his fingertips had gradually lost his balance.He just felt that those white hands kept dancing and jumping among the black and white keys, which was very beautiful.

"Bang", the basketball fell heavily on the floor, the sound brought back Liu Wen's consciousness, and also attracted the attention of Xiao Song who was practicing the piano.Song Yaxuan tilted his head and looked at Liu Wen who was still a little confused, hiding the smile on the corner of his mouth, playing the piano with his fingertips, and extended an invitation to him.

"Are you going to use basketball as a drumbeat?"

Before the teacher realized what Xiao Song meant, Liu Wen had already picked up the basketball and slapped it to the sound of Xiao Song's piano.The sound of the basketball hitting the ground matched the accent, "Boom boom boom..."

You see we really have a tacit understanding. Song Yaxuan looked at Liu Wen who bowed his head and patted the ball, hiding all the smiles in his eyes and the sound of the piano, concealed and wanton.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The scene in the dream changed suddenly, and the sound of basketball and piano changed into the sound of footsteps at some point.Step by step, like stepping on Song Yaxuan's heart, slowly getting farther and farther away, but getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that it became difficult for him to even breathe.His heart seemed to be clenched by invisible big hands, all the blood was squeezed out, leaving only an empty shell, and the pain quickly spread from the heart to the whole body, until he sat up suddenly from the bay window, breathing quickly to try to relieve the pain in the dream.

The footsteps, he remembered, were Liu Wen's footsteps when he left.The sound of step by step is deeply engraved in his mind, reminding that his Liu Wen is gone, his moon is gone, and he can't find it anymore.

The arm wrapped in red cloth slowly brought up the pale hand, blocking the glare of the morning sun for the melancholy face tortured by the dream.

So what if he can see the sun, he still hasn't found the lost moon.