The rivers and lakes can't stand it

In the second half of July, Qiu Zhuoxue suddenly wanted to enjoy the moon.

At this time, the moon and a half have already passed, which is not the best time to appreciate the moon. The waning moon does not come out until after midnight, and the cold light is not as bright and magnificent as in the past.

Sometimes Yue Mizu really doesn't understand Qiu Zhuoxue's hobbies.

But what is worse is not just missing the good time, when the boat breaks through the layers of lotus, accompanied by ripples caused by raindrops, the way it came from is suddenly covered by the night.

It's raining.

In the distance, you can vaguely see a few exclamations from the ornately decorated buildings and boats, temporarily cutting off the joy, only the lights are bright, swaying gently in the wind, and the floating curtains dance gently with the gradually spreading blue mist.

This misty drizzle blinds the moon and clouds, like sinking into a dark and sweet dream, only the faint fragrance of flowers rippling in the water mist.

Qiu Zhuoxue and Yue Mijin had no choice but to stay in the cabin, the wind and rain continued, and the lotus boat moved slowly, like a baby resting on a cradle, swaying slowly.

"It seems that today's weather is not beautiful." The thin and dense rain soaked in the air, giving off a little damp chill, but the sound of autumn snow washing was still slow and leisurely, with the warmth of being baked, "Appreciate The moon is about to turn into rain."

Yue Mijin was lying on the mat, he was not interested in the waning moon, nor was he looking forward to the night rain, but the boat was rocking a little peacefully, and he felt that it was hard to calm down.

Sailing on a rainy day is too dangerous. Although Qiu Zhuoxue spoke calmly, he put his hand on the window and quietly observed the rain. The night was too dark for him to see clearly, so he could only judge the rain by the sound of the wind.

The wind hasn't stopped, the rain hasn't stopped, this kind of climate always seems to make people feel anxious.

Qiu Zhuoxue's thoughts drifted far away along the rain.

He suddenly thought of the kiss that fell on his eyelashes last summer.

At that time, they were still caught in Bu Tianxing's conspiracy, entangled by an old past buried in the tomb, and stuck to their duties as friends.

Love and friendship are very different.

When friends stay together for a long time, they will naturally become friends, or if they help each other, they will also be friends naturally, and then they become best friends, confidants, and life and death.

But Kiss is different.

What if I didn't say yes?

Qiu Zhuoxue thought.

Accompanied by this question, he softly pressed Yue Mijin's lips, kissing the cool rain of the summer night, with a low voice, thoughtful, with a kind of warm lingering: "What if I didn't agree then? "

The rain is cold, but the autumn snow is warm.

Tasting the sweetness more confusedly, he asked in a dazed way, "Why don't you agree?"

"Brother Yue came to do this that day." Qiu Zhuoxue caressed his face with some nostalgia, and hid her eyes late at night, making it difficult for people to see her emotions, "Aren't you afraid?"

The more confused he finally realized, he thought for a while and said: "What are you afraid of, you don't like it, you will definitely stop me, at most it's just a slap in the face, I'll just leave."

Qiu Zhuoxue snickered: "It's so frank, it sounds like she's threatening Qiu."

"Since you are threatened by this, you have the intention to fulfill me." Yue Mijin put his arms around his waist and said every word, "If you are not threatened, I will give up on this."

His voice was so decisive that Qiu Zhuoxue's heart trembled.

As if these words really hit him irreparably, Qiu Zhuoxue shook lightly, and Yue Mijin caught him immediately.

If it is said that Qiu Zhuoxue still has the sentimentality of a literati, then Yue Mijin doesn't have it at all. He only has the toughness and bloody aura of a martial arts practitioner. He can listen to the truth, but he doesn't listen to the truth at this time.

Rather, the soft autumn snow often arouses a kind of almost cruel pleasure in the maze.

Perhaps because of the almost irreparable scars left on his heart by the past seven years, Yue Mijin often has an extremely ambivalent feeling towards him.

That imaginary stunner, a beauty full of scheming and city power, often stares proudly and reservedly in the dream, and teases the more confused, like a puppet dancing under the fingers.

He and Qiu Zhuoxue share the same face.

The knot in my heart has already been opened in the cold autumn of last year, and I have gradually stopped having that dream, but it is difficult for a certain emotion left behind to flow eastward together hastily and quickly. It is still hidden darkly and secretly in a certain place. A corner, waiting for the passing of time.

Or, occasionally appear quietly in such a dark night.

Yue Mijin suddenly became interested. In this matter, he has a natural straightforwardness that is almost like a beast.

The belts came loose slowly, and they all knew what was going to happen next.

Yue Mijin's hand was still steady, and the silky long belt was sliding slowly in the palm of his hand. He whispered: "At this moment, are you going to be threatened by me?"

"...Hey." Qiu Zhuoxue's sigh fell with the rain, as if she really had no choice but to compromise, "Does Qiu have the right to refuse?"

It was already very hot to lie on the mat, or maybe it was just that Qiu Zhuoxue's whole body became hot. The moment he lay down, he felt that his wrist was imprisoned in the darkness.

The cold lotus fragrance in the air seemed to be warmed, making people even more dizzy.

"You have." At this moment, Yue Mijin still said the same.

Qiu Zhuoxue just laughed, he was still trembling, but the meaning of trembling was quite different: "Wrong, I didn't."

His fingers were pressed against Yue Mizu's lips, and the hot air from the paste was evaporated by the rain, turning into ambiguous and moist sweat.

At certain moments, Yue Mijin would also think about whether Qiu Zhuoxue is aware of this completely different interest, but he is a person who will not let anyone see it whether he is aware of it or not.

This is even more of an unspoken question.

The only thing that is certain is that, whether consciously or unconsciously, Qiu Zhuoxue chose to indulge this behavior.

This is undoubtedly a very happy thing. It is more abundant than the emotional words in the book and the full lines in the painting. The icy rain has completely boiled away.

When he tried it for the first time, Yue Mijin immediately understood why someone would give everything for this matter.

If it wasn't for Qiu Zhuoxue, the more he thought about it, he would definitely stay away from such fanatical behavior that almost lost his mind.

This is a kind of instinctive animalism, which intends to completely destroy people's reason.

But this is autumn snow after all.

The more you think about it, only he is different in this world, only he can do anything, and it is almost a routine to go crazy for him.

Qiu Zhuoxue likes to talk a lot on weekdays, but she doesn't even make a sound when it comes to this matter, she likes to judge by looking at his face, but it's too dark now.

Qiu Zhuoxue's face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, his breathing and panting seemed to be mixed with the sound of rain, and he reached out to touch him, but felt that he had almost slipped into a fish, and it was doubtful whether he really existed .

He fell into a dream again, a wet and dark dream.

Until the moonlight illuminated half of Qiu Zhuoxue's wet face, she couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

Qiu Zhuoxue tilted her face slightly, a little absent-minded, the sweat on her skin was illuminated like snow on the ground, and it was covered with a thin layer of red.

This trumps many voices.

It turned out that the light rain in summer only fell for a while, and it stopped immediately after adding a little bit of coolness. At this moment, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the moon and clouds broke, and half a ray of light slanted out, shining dimly on his face.

They also stop quickly.

The hand towel that was wrung out was icy cold, sticking to the hot skin like ice, Yue Mizu asked calmly: "Don't you like to make noise?"

This was at least a question he could ask, so he asked it very calmly and directly.

Qiu Zhuoxue seemed to have returned to this body in an instant, and the hazy eyes instantly became clear.

Qiu Zhuoxue flicked her temple hair, she looked as full as a beast after a full meal, her voice was a little hoarse, and she spoke with a carefree appearance.

He lazily said: "The villain files the complaint first, brother Yue doesn't let me speak every time."

When Qiu Zhuoxue got up, her hands and feet were still a little soft, which is not usually the case, maybe because it was too dark today, and the boat drank water again, staggering, as if the two of them were almost drowning.

He leaned over, relying on getting lost in the maze, still in a leisurely tone: "Look, the moon is out."

Qiu Zhuoxue looked up at the sky, as if the small waning moon had been washed away by the cool new rain, emitting an extremely charming and bright light.

As for the poetry of Qiu Zhuoxue, some of them can understand more deeply, and he is also amazed by the magnificence of mountains and rivers, while others can't quite understand, just like this incomplete moon.

Yue Mijin only felt that when the moonlight fell on Qiu Zhuoxue, it was really beautiful.

The boats in the distance haven't rested yet, and you can still hear the non-stop humming. It sounded very touching just now, but now it sounds a little noisy.

It even reminded Yue Mijin of the unpleasant Mingyueying.

Qiu Zhuoxue just looked at the sky intoxicated, the corners of his eyes were still bright red, with two unshed tears dripping, like waves in the silver sea, his shoulders relaxed slightly, like a jade building about to collapse.

"I caught a flower picker here five years ago." Qiu Zhuoxue said suddenly, "Do you want to guess what I did?"

When he spoke, he looked lazily and weakly, with his hands on Yue Mazin's legs, his appearance was a bit naive.

Yue Mijin blinked: "What did you do?"

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled softly: "I tied him to the stern of the boat, if he doesn't put in a little effort to support himself, I'm afraid he will eat the water all the way back."

"Oh." Yue Maze thought for a while, "Did he eat it?"

"He scolded a lot, so he ate a lot, and then he became honest." Qiu Zhuoxue said, "When I punted to the shore, he was already a little dizzy."

Yue Mijin let out another "Oh", and Qiu Zhuoxue continued: "But he pretended it. When I was about to lift him up, he suddenly sent me a hidden weapon."

"You must have caught it." Yue Mi relished.

"I did catch it, and kicked him into the water. He really filled his stomach with water, and scolded me for cheating." Qiu Zhuoxue said, "The moon was like this that day, and I suddenly Thinking of you."

Yue Mizu wondered: "You think of me when you catch a flower picker, do I look like a flower picker?"

"Of course not." Qiu Zhuoxue laughed dumbly, and he seemed to say slowly with nostalgia, "I just... just suddenly wanted to let you take a look at the moon that day, and I also suddenly thought of you like that."

Yue Mijin was silent for a moment, and said softly.

"It's been a very good month."

After a pause, Yue Mijin said again: "It's a pity that there is one less flower picker who drinks water."

There was an unnatural bluntness and embarrassment in his wit.

Qiu Zhuoxue smiled, bit his finger lightly, and said slowly: "Isn't there one here?"