Are you in love, my white moonlight

Yuan Deng turned his head in disbelief, and saw an unexpected person standing behind him.

It was probably because he was off work, and Yongjipu was not as serious and upright as he was in the company—the bow tie, which was neatly arranged on weekdays, was torn off, revealing a small piece of texture, bringing out some indescribable ambiguity, But his gaze was extremely quiet and indifferent, like a vast deep lake, only when he glanced at the yuan lantern, did he make a slight wave.

"Brother?!" Yuan Deng walked over quickly, surprised, "Why did you come to Huada?"

"I'll come and see you." Yong Jipu glanced at the things in Yuandeng's hand, and the red moles at the corners of his eyes added a bit of rare tenderness under the moonlight, "Is it not heavy to carry? Let's put it down first."

Yuan Deng smiled and replied that it was not serious. Just when he was about to ask Yong Jipu why he came to school suddenly, he was interrupted by a sentence: "Yuan Deng?"

A few of his teammates stood behind him, holding computers and stacks of materials, looking at them with some curiosity.Qiao Mingxuan looked at Yongjipu, then at Yuandeng, and asked, "Aren't you going back to the dormitory now?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'll go back later. Why don't you go first?" Yuan Deng smiled shyly, but his smile was so bright that it could light up the night—it's the look that only people have when they meet someone they like.

Zhang Jitong clenched his hands tightly, his throat tightened, he hesitated for a moment, and asked directly: "This is..."

Before Yuan Deng could answer, Yong Jipu beside him said calmly: "I am his elder brother."

Hearing this reply, Yuan Deng looked up at Yongjipu blankly, his eyes widened slightly, showing a trace of hesitation, and the smile on his face disappeared without a trace.

"..." Zhang Jitong pursed his lips and turned to Yuan Deng, "Then Yuan Deng, shall we leave first?"

Yuan Deng squeezed out a smile: "Okay, you guys go first, I'll go back later."

Zhang Jitong stretched out his hand and asked him, "Then do you need us to take your things back first?"

"Okay," Yuan Deng smiled and handed the things to Zhang Jitong, "Thank you Mr. Zhang."

After watching his teammates disappear around the corner, the corners of Yuan Deng's mouth collapsed immediately, and he turned his head and asked Yong Jipu: "So Mr. Yong, why are you here at Huada?"

Yongjipu looked at the pale face of this little ancestor: "What's wrong with you?"

"..." Yuan Deng held his breath in his throat and muffled, "Please answer my question first, please?"

Yongjipu remained silent, and just before Yuandeng's patience was about to run out, he finally spoke: "You didn't reply to my message today."

Yuan Deng muttered softly: "It was you who didn't reply to my message first."

Yongjipu defended himself: "I replied."

Having said that, Yuan Deng couldn't help but snorted coldly: "One word."

Under the moonlight, Yuan Deng frowned, with the words "I'm not happy" written all over his face.After so many years, although he has grown up, he can still be vaguely recognized from the facial features that he is still the soft and white dumpling before.Yongjipu couldn't help but soften his voice: "Sorry, I didn't see the news in time."

Yuan Deng calmed down slightly: "Then you came to Huada to ask me to apologize?"

Yongjipu said no, he paused and corrected: "However, it's okay to say it's an apology, it's also okay to say it's compensation or a gift."

"So?" Yuan Deng stretched out his hand, "Where is your sincerity?"

Yongjipu looked down, and suddenly noticed that his previously fleshy hands had changed a lot—now Yuan Deng's fingers were slender, his nails were neatly trimmed and round, and his nails were full of healthy blood.With a chuckle, he stretched out his hand and gently pinched Yuan Deng's fingertips.

The tingling feeling rushed all the way to the sky.

Yuan Deng shook his hand, retracted his hand, and said in a vicious voice: "Hurry up, our school has access control, and the lights will be turned off later, and I have to continue the liver competition later."

"Then it may be too late." Yongjipu frowned in embarrassment, "Can you not go back to the dormitory tonight?"

???

Yuan Deng looked at him suspiciously, and after a while, he asked tentatively, "Brother, do you have any plans?"

"I want to take you to a place," Yongjipu took out his mobile phone and looked at it, and said, "But it's a long way from your school, so I'm afraid I won't be able to go back to school tonight."

"You choose, to go or not to go."

In the end, he spread his hands and asked Yuan Deng to choose.

Yuan Deng looked up at Yongjipu standing in front of him, and then looked back at the dormitory building. With sharp eyes, he found several couples huddled in the corner, which was very eye-catching.He looked at Yongjipu Qingjun's face, hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "Go."

So the two walked out of the school together.

The city at night is a little less noisy and more peaceful, the moon hangs far away on the tip of the treetops, and the swaying shadows of the trees are like algae.The two walked along the embankment next to the school, and the wind gently brushed past their sides with moist water vapor, lifting the corners of their clothes.

Yuan Deng tugged at Yongjipu's sleeve and asked, "How long will it take us to arrive?"

Yongjipu looked at him sideways: "You can't wait to know what it is?"

"Not really." Yuan Deng said with a long sigh of relief, "It's just that I haven't taken a walk with my brother for a long time." He counted on his fingers, one year, two years, three years... Finally, he smiled and said, unexpectedly It's been more than five years.

"Little Deng has gone to college." Yong Jipu also said with a smile, and asked Yuandeng University if it was as fun as he imagined.

Yuan Deng frowned, and said bluntly that it was not fun, there were a lot of classes and activities, and thinking of the conversations he overheard during the day, he twitched and said that interpersonal relationships are also complicated, and some people look like dogs The same, but the reality is knowing people and faces but not heart.

After hearing this, Yong Jipu said very understandingly: "Some people are like this, with evil intentions." He then reached out and rubbed Yuandeng's head, as if to comfort him.

Yuan Deng was taken aback by the gentle force coming from above his head, and then he clenched his teeth—Yongjipu would rub his head like this before, and since he left, no one has done this to him again.When Yongjipu had just left, he couldn't help but think about what kind of scenery his brother would see and what kind of people he would meet when he was far away in the X Congress.

The most important thing is whether... there will be another younger brother who will make him rub his head like this.

He hated the years he was absent.

Yuan Deng kicked away a small stone, and asked hesitantly, "Brother, is it the same as in China when you go to university in country X? Did you meet any interesting things or interesting people?"

"Hmm..." Yongjipu pondered, with a look of reminiscence on his face, Yuan Deng keenly caught a trace of subtle and complicated emotions in his expression.

After a long time, Yuan Deng heard him say: "Yes."

The deep and pleasant voice was scattered in the wind, as if it was very far away, and the cold tone was as cool as the moonlight.

Yuan Deng pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and smoothed out the obtrusive folds at the corners of his clothes.

"Then what is brother's university like? I haven't heard what you said."

Yong Jipu also counted on his fingers like him: "Actually, it's nothing. Every day is studying and working, and dealing with clubs, and gathering with friends in spare time. It should not be too different from your college life."

Yuan Deng asked again: "Brother, will you also participate in the competition?"

Yongjipu: "Yes, of course."

Yuan Deng: "Are you also working hard like me?"

"Of course." Yongjipu recalled, "I did a lot of competitions during my school days."

Yuan Deng was silent for a moment, and said: "You must be very tired, brother must be very tired now."

Yongjipu was slightly startled, turned to stare at Yuandeng, and asked, "Why do you say that?"

"I guessed it." Yuan Deng raised his head and smiled at him, with countless stars in his eyes, "My brother has always set such high demands on himself, and he will try his best to do everything well no matter what time it is. Large companies must be more cautious, walking on thin ice."

Looking at Yuandeng with a warm and soft smile, Yongjipu curled his fingers, and finally couldn't help but reached out and rubbed Yuandeng's head.

"Little lamp, you have really grown up."

Yuan Deng tilted his head, stretched out his hand to grab his finger, and clasped it in his hand: "Brother, do you feel that you have gained a lot by participating in the competition?"

Yongjipu looked down at the intertwined fingers and exerted a little force, but Yuan Deng subconsciously clenched it tighter.In the end, he reluctantly answered Yuan Deng's question: "The harvest is great."

"I also feel that I have gained a lot!" Yuan Deng hooked his finger and said with a smile, "And I think the game really needs to choose good teammates. If everyone in a team has their own ideas, it will be too difficult to cooperate. But Luckily, my teammates are great."

"...Are those behind you today all your teammates?" Yong Jipu frowned suddenly.

Yuan Deng: "Yes."

Yongjipu asked again: "The one who offered to help you get things at the end, too? The one called Zhang or something."

"Oh, you mean Mr. Zhang?" Yuan Deng nodded, "He is, he is still our captain."

Yongjipu pondered: "...you have a good relationship with him?"

"The relationship is not bad." Speaking of this, Yuan Deng also keenly noticed that Yongjipu's reaction was not right, and asked him what's wrong.

Yongjipu lowered his eyes, restrained the strange look that flashed in his eyes, and said, "It's all right."

The two of them walked slowly along the river bank with their fingers interlocked. The willow branches on the bank swayed gently with the wind, and the tip of the leaves slid across their cheeks gently, leaving a throbbing sensation.

"How long is it?" Yuan Deng looked at his phone, they had been walking for more than 20 minutes, and they hadn't reached their destination yet.

"It will be soon." Yongjipu gently squeezed Yuandeng's fingertips to comfort him.

For some reason, Yuan Deng felt that his restless and swelled thoughts were suddenly smoothed out by this gentle pinch, and the sweetness spread out in his heart softly and obediently.

He thought to himself, even if the road was longer and longer, it would not be unacceptable.

The two walked slowly to the end of the river embankment and crossed the street with few people. The street lamps elongated the figures of the two, and the shadows intertwined and overlapped together.When they reached a quiet intersection, Yongjipu suddenly said, "Xiao Deng, close your eyes."

"Huh?" Yuan Deng looked at him in confusion.

Yongjipu softened his voice: "You close your eyes."

"Oh." Yuan Deng closed his eyes obediently.

In the darkness, his perception of everything else became more sensitive. After a rustle, Yuan Deng felt a smooth cloth gently wrapping around his eyes.

"Brother? What are you doing?"

"Prevent you from peeking." Yongjipu's deep voice sounded from behind his head, accompanied by a gentle force—his eyes were really covered.

"I won't take a peek..." Yuan Deng protested in a low voice that Yongjipu didn't trust him, but he couldn't help looking forward to the compensation that Yongjipu had painstakingly prepared.

"Give me your hand and listen to my command." Yongjipu took the initiative to walk forward holding Yuandeng's arm.

"Raise your feet, there are steps ahead."

"Be careful, there are stairs ahead."

"Wait a minute, passing a traffic light."

Yuan Deng listened to his command, and stepped forward steadily step by step.

Finally, Yuandeng heard Yongjipu say: "Here we are."

Yongjipu unfastened the cloth covering his eyes, and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Are you ready?"

Yuan Deng nodded expectantly.

"Open your eyes."

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Although I'm gone, my cubs are holding hands QAQ