After being divorced by the top streamer, I became his white moonlight

Lin Yaoran complied obediently, and being trapped in the warm darkness was indeed far more reassuring than walking on the volley lake scenery, because he believed in He Qiudu and relied on him instinctively.

After walking for a while in the intermittently shaking darkness, he suddenly fell into a subtle sense of familiarity, as if it was not the first time he felt the touch covering his eyes.Especially when I subconsciously struggled and tried to get away because I was too close, the intensity of this touch would also increase accordingly, almost bringing a bit of an unreasonable desire for monopoly.

Just like last night.

He suddenly realized something, the memory of the skin on the back of his neck was awakened, and the sudden scorching itchiness hit his whole body instantly like an electric shock, especially the part that was in contact with the culprit, almost popping out. Cyan sparks.

He really fell asleep, how could he be so foolish as to think it was just a simple mosquito bite.

If it is the act of kissing, he can still understand it. After all, kissing is so common, even in the song, it is written as an overflowing element.But he really didn't understand why He Qiudu "bited" him like that.He Qiudu is a dog, but he is not a delicious meaty bone.He couldn't tell the emotion involved in the act, he just vaguely felt bad and wrong.

He Qiudu didn't know that he had discovered the truth, he only saw that the thin pinna was gradually dyed red, and the skin under the palms also became hot.It's not hard to imagine that Lin Yaoran's face must be blushing at this moment, so she couldn't help feeling a little narrow-minded, trying to make the other party feel more ashamed.

"Persevere, there are still a few steps left." He whispered in Lin Yaoran's ear, "Brother Yaoyao."

Lin Yaoran was so angry that he wanted to elbow him hard, but when he heard the words "Brother Yaoyao", his whole body trembled.He Qiudu has always called him by his first name, he never thought that he would suddenly pick up the middle letter of his name and call him with a proper accent.

Generally speaking, the nickname is the last word of the name by default, not to mention that "Ranran" is far more fluent than "Yaoyao", and it is difficult to pronounce the two third sounds.From childhood to adulthood, whenever people around me call themselves by nicknames, they will naturally default to "Ranran".

Except mom.

My mother's voice is full and standard when she sings, and the same is true when she speaks normally.Only she can read the awkward and twisted "Yaoyao" clearly and movingly.Just because of the nickname, grandpa lost his temper, saying that the single word "Yao" is already quite unlucky, not to mention the two words overlapped, this word has never had any good intentions throughout the ages.

"There is a dead person here, and the yaoyao is the long twilight. When a person dies in the grave, it is like staying in the night forever. After all, she is an uneducated singer. It is really unlucky to give her child such a name!"

He heard his grandfather say this to his father at the door of the ward.

Dad was silent and didn't say anything.

At that time, my mother had just died not long ago.

"I don't want to read ancient poems, I want to play games with my father!"

Just as he was about to hide in his father's place to act like a baby, his snow-white and slender arms stretched out and carried him back precisely.

"Sit down."

The short shaved crew cut was gently rubbed.The current mother is Teacher Meng. Teacher Meng is a bit serious and strict. Even my father dare not disobey her.

He twisted his little butt, and sat upright on the chair obediently.

"Today we will learn this poem, "Drinking Alone" by Du Mu, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty." The tip of the pen lightly taps on the page, and the soft and melodious voice resounds.

"The sky is blue and distant, and there is a bird in the ages. I used to drink with me when I was alive, and I was worried about how much I was drunk. The smoke is deep in the Sui Family Temple, and the Yin leaves are in the dark. Wearing a pot alone, the autumn hair is as small as Mount Tai."

Mom read a sentence, and he read a sentence.Mother read with rhythm and rhythm, eloquently and beautifully, while he read with hiss and air, and his milk was milky.Especially when he read the word "yaoyao", he always pronounced it in the second sound. Even if he shook his little head and tried hard to follow, he still couldn't accurately pronounce the two third sounds like his mother.In the end, even the father who was listening on the side laughed.

He got angry, and poked the black words hard with his short little fingers, "I hate Yaoyao."

"But Yaoyao is also Yaoyao." His mother guided him to imagine, "Autumn is here, the frost and smoke are thick, and the maple leaves are dark red. In the vast blue sky, a bird flies by. This is a beautiful freehand painting. .”

He closed his eyes, as if he really saw such a scenery.

My mother added, "However, when the poet wrote this poem, he was in great pain in his heart."

"why?"

"He has talent, but he can't realize his ideals. He can only drink away his worries and waste his time in drunken dreams."

"Will it be painful if you can't realize your ideal?"

"Ideals are the most important thing for everyone, and have the same weight as our lives."

"Has mother's ideal come true?"

Mom smiled, her eyes curved like crescents. "In the beginning, my mother's ideal was to stand on stage. Later, my mother's ideal was to be with my father. Now, Yaoyao has become my mother's ideal."

"Can Yao Yao become an ideal?"

"That's right, because to mother, nothing is more important than Yaoyao."

He nodded half-understood, and then like a piece of rice cake, he leaned on his mother. "The ideal of Yaoyao is mom and dad, and Yaoyao wants to be with mom and dad forever."

Lofty ideals are out of reach, and ideals so simple that they are almost ridiculous are equally difficult to achieve.After his mother was gone, no one in the world would call him Yaoyao again.This unpronounceable, awkward, and awkward title has been left in the past forever together with the happy family he once had for a short time——

It should be so.

The midsummer sun penetrates the dense canopy, printing deep and staggered shadows on the ground.

"What's your name? I don't know until now." The boy turned around, and the light scattered into a colorful halo and fell into his dark eyes.

"I can't tell you." He didn't forget the master's request, he must be isolated from the world as much as possible, especially his name should not be known to outsiders.

"What should I call you from now on?"

"Anyway, it's just the two of us, so we can just talk directly."

"But I really want to know." The boy pursed his lips into a straight line, with a serious look on his face. "In exchange, I can tell you my name first."

"I'm not interested, I don't want to know."

——The name is connected to the soul of a person. You must stay away from the secular world. Not only should your name not be known by outsiders, but you should also try not to find out the names of outsiders.Once people exchange names with each other, it means that the two parties have formally established a connection, and this connection is indelible.

The master also emphasized this.

The boy was a little embarrassed, thought for a while and said: "Then do you have a nickname? Your mother must have given it to you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the boy stared at him blankly, as if frightened by his sudden tears.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you, please don't cry, okay..."

Although there was absolutely no need for an apology, the boy was still in a hurry as if he had made a big mistake, and wanted to wipe his tears for him, but he didn't dare to touch him.

"Yaoyao..." He choked with tears, "My mother calls me Yaoyao."

The neat little white teeth no longer leak air, but the pronunciation is still the habit of childhood, and the rising second sounds overlapped, clearly piercing into the boy's ears.

He heard the boy repeat earnestly, "Yaoyao...?"

The pronunciation was misled by him, and it was also not standard.

If you don't allow it, don't allow it, he is not capable of correcting people into Putonghua first-class.

As a result, this inaccuracy was not allowed until the end.

"No..." Lin Yaoran murmured, his voice thinned by the mountain wind.

He Qiudu didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

Lin Yaoran forcefully opened his hand, revealing a pair of red eyes staring at him desperately.He wanted to drill open his skull, and figure out what was inside.

"Of course, brother, come on, it's only our last breath!" On the other side, Qin Shan and other guests were waiting for them to cheer him up.But it really does sound like he's dying.

Lin Yaoran did have this feeling that he might die on the spot at any time, half of which was caused by He Qiudu, and the other half was still caused by He Qiudu.He was so angry that his whole body swelled up like a puffer fish, and he was about to explode when the needle was poked.

A gust of wind blew by, and the bridge deck began to sway violently again.This time, he resolutely ignored He Qiudu's outstretched hand, and hugged the railing beside the bridge with all his strength.

He just hugged a railing for a few steps, and then continued walking with another railing, like a weak and helpless sugar glider.

He Qiudu followed him all the time, watching him silently, as if he was afraid that he would fall off the bridge.

In fact, the design of the railings has been carefully calculated, no matter how thin Lin Yaoran is, it is impossible for Lin Yaoran to pass through the gaps of the railings.

He just felt uneasy, and his intuition told him that Lin Yaoran must have discovered something, and once the truth was clarified, Lin Yaoran would leave him without hesitation——

Rather than leaving, it is better to say escape.

It wasn't until he returned to Tartary Buckwheat Village with Lin Yaoran that he deeply realized that this hometown full of good memories for him was equivalent to a nightmare itself in Lin Yaoran's heart, and he still hasn't woken up from the nightmare Come.

And himself was also part of his nightmare.

Even though it briefly illuminated him, it eventually abandoned him, lost him, and could never find him again.Therefore, this little firefly has far more reasons to make him hate pain than nightmares.

He knew how loyal Lin Yaoran was to his instinct of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages——

Because I hate myself, I even want to escape from myself.The habitual action of pulling down the brim of his hat, the posture of walking with his head bowed, and his obsession with the identity of AZURE, over time, he may even become blurred about his true appearance.

This kind of Lin Yaoran would definitely run away from him as resolutely as he would run away from everything that caused him pain.At that time, what should I do?

He Qiudu's eyes dimmed, and the scenes he had seen in natural science documentaries appeared in front of his eyes.

A butterfly hit the spider web, and then a black spider crawled out quickly, injecting venom into its body.Meanwhile, the butterfly kept struggling, but couldn't get rid of the shackles of the spider silk at all.The spider waited patiently until the butterfly didn't move, and then approached it brazenly.In the end, the butterfly has only a body left, and it can no longer flap its wings to fly away.Here, will become its eternal and final destination.

He Qiudu pressed the tip of his tongue against his sharp teeth, trying to use the pain to stop himself from having those messy thoughts again.

There are very few shooting tasks today. After recording the experience of the suspended cable bridge, I recorded a few pieces of material for playing in the mountains, and it ended early.Because the scenery is so beautiful, everyone is still unsatisfied, clamoring to organize a group to travel freely.Lin Yaoran took advantage of the hustle and bustle and quickly got out, got into the car and asked the staff to take him back first.

Back at the ancestral hall, Lin Yaoran walked into the main room, and a beam of light came in through the window lattice, just falling on the photo frame on the desk.

Except for coming here the day before, he never took the initiative to come in again.It's already very uncomfortable to see my old photos, let alone being offered here as a dead person.

His gaze slowly shifted from the photo to the colored pencil sketch. After looking at it for a while, he picked up the frame and took a closer look. He thought he didn't know that the man was still so good at drawing—forget it. But it doesn't look like it at all, Yaoyao in the painting is so beautiful, and Lin Yaoran is so annoying.

He took a light breath, suppressed his chaotic heartbeat, and took the sketch out of the frame clumsily and carefully.He knew that there would be a signature, and it didn't matter if it wasn't full name or full surname, even a small symbol would do.

The last... the last fragment.As long as he finds this fragment, he can match all the clues and solve the final absurd answer.

His pale and thin fingers trembled as he held the drawing paper and looked at it desperately, his poor eyesight was blurred due to too much concentration.No, no... no!He was almost crying, why is there nowhere!At the moment of utter disappointment, with a thought in his mind, he suddenly turned the drawing paper over——

Just a few lines.

"I even wish,

we are butterflies,

Only live for three days in summer.

During those three days with you,

Happier than living alone for 50 years. "

"Clap, clap."

Two drops of tears fell on the elegant and strong handwriting, blurring the blue-black ink into the light blue of the distant sky at sunset.

He has seen this familiar good character before.

The inner cover of the CD of "Low Temperature Burns" is printed with handwritten words of thanks.

He wiped away the tear stains on the paper with his sleeve very lightly, then raised the back of his hand and rubbed heavily the tears that were about to fall from his eyes.Then, he took out the pen that he carried with him, thought for a while, and wrote a few more sentences under those few lines.The pen tip rubbed against the lead drawing paper, making a soft rustling sound, like a midsummer breeze blowing through the woods.

After finishing writing, he put the sketch intact into the frame and put it back in its original place.

"Why are you standing here?"

At this moment, Qingyue's voice sounded behind him, like cello strings unintentionally plucked.

Lin Yaoran didn't move, and slowly swallowed the sore and hot air in his throat, and then turned around, "Aren't you going to the mountains with them?"

He Qiudu approached him, "Are you crying?"

He blinked, at this moment He Qiudu was blurred like never before, he almost had to re-examine him. "It's fine not to go," he said, "It's quite dangerous in the mountains."

When the wrist was hot, there was a feeling of being tightly bound. "Don't stay in this place." He Qiudu led him away, his movements were light but firm.

"Let me go!" He tried hard to break his hand away, "Do you still care where I stay?"

In the past, He Qiudu would definitely let go of him and not embarrass his thin bones.But now, he gripped even harder, as if he was afraid that he would run away, and led him all the way back to the room, closing the door with a "bang".