clean moonlight

Yang Qingze followed closely behind Shen Zhizhou, stepping steadily on every step.The sun shone through the mottled tree shadows on the side of Shen Zhizhou's face, and he raised his hand a little restlessly to cover it on the right side, with his five fingers together and then apart, still unable to block the light that was about to shine on his face.

Shen Zhizhou saw a pavilion at the corner with sharp eyes, and walked over quickly without thinking.

Shen Zhizhou lay on the stone table for so long that Yang Qingze thought he was about to fall asleep before he said, "The wind blows so cool!"

"En." Yang Qingze sat down beside him, and responded softly.

"Jiang Wancheng was not like this before." Shen Zhizhou stretched his hands, staring at the temple below and said softly, "I went to City S with him."

Yang Qingze was not interested in chatting about other people's privacy. When Shen Zhizhou mentioned Jiang Wancheng, he felt that his heart was in his throat, and he became nervous for no reason.

"Do you think he said too much about his mother?" Shen Zhizhou asked suddenly, and without waiting for Yang Qingze's answer, he continued, "Actually, I think it's okay."

Yang Qingze didn't deny it, he didn't like to judge others lightly, and he always believed that no one had the right to judge other people's affairs.What you see with your own eyes and have pictures and evidence is not necessarily true, let alone what was passed on by word of mouth and modified.

Shen Zhizhou yawned before opening his mouth slowly.He said that Jiang Wancheng's mother was an outdated artist. When she was young, she pursued love and bid farewell to her family and married Hangzhou from the imperial capital.A few years later, An Sheng was born, and Jiang Wancheng was about to return to the imperial capital after giving birth, saying that family affection was the source of her artistic creation.She has been tossing all her life, tossing her parents when she was young, tossing her lover and children when she was young, and now she is tossing about "art" in middle age.

When Shen Zhizhou talked about art, he couldn't suppress his mocking tone.After a while, he said: "What do you think is the art she is tossing about now?"

Yang Qingze said nothing, just looked at Shen Zhizhou fixedly.In my impression, Shen Zhizhou seldom talks about others with such emotions.He didn't even bother to talk before, so lazy that Yang Qingze sometimes suspected that he really couldn't listen.But thinking about it now, it couldn't be more normal.There are so many injustices in the world, and only through personal experience can we feel empathy.Say more and make more mistakes, and sometimes being too lazy to say it may not be a kind of tolerance to others and yourself.

While listening to Shen Zhizhou telling other people's stories, Yang Qingze remembered an event from a long time ago.

It was about Yao Qing, the only friend he could talk to so far.Yao Qing suffers from hereditary motion sickness. Every time she got in the car, she would feel nauseous and vomit before the car moved.Yao Qing's father also has the same symptoms, so he chooses to drive by himself every time he goes out.Once they had a class spring outing, long after the bus drove out, Yao Qing's father chased him all the way in the car, just to give two motion sickness stickers, a box of medicine, and a bag of oranges.At that time, the classmates in the class were all saying that Yao Qing's father doted on him very much, and envied him to death.Yao Qing didn't speak at that time, just bent down and snorted coldly at Yang Qingze.

Yang Qingze also envied him at that time, and expressed his incomprehension to his behavior.Yao Qing didn't explain it, and was still telling him with reality and actions that it was just an instinctive reaction to empathize with him.

Yes, so far Yao Qing's father can only understand that Yao Qing suffers from motion sickness, and he turns a blind eye to other things and thinks it's no big deal.Yang Qingze also gradually understood in the later days that it was no big deal between people, even parents.If you can’t understand it, forget it.

He felt that he was a bit off topic, and he couldn't help thinking about Ye Manman's appearance when he left, and it overlapped with Yao Qing's father chasing the bus to deliver oranges and motion sickness medicine.He thought that if Yao Qing didn't think it was love, he would have nothing to feel guilty about.

"Are you listening to me?" Shen Zhizhou turned his head and blew into his ear, with a slightly annoyed tone.

"Ah..." Yang Qingze was stunned for a moment, and asked with some confidence: "What happened next?"

"Later, when Wancheng and I found City S from the imperial capital, she was already with another man. She was a model, and it was said that she fit her artist's aesthetic."

"Oh, yes, it's also for art." Shen Zhizhou's tone was a little cold: "Art always needs to be injected with new sources."

Yang Qingze didn't speak, just looked at him, at the tiny fluff on his face, the roots were distinct.

"I've said so much, do you know what it means?" Shen Zhizhou was stunned, and then said loudly: "You don't think I'm gossip about other people's family affairs from the perspective of God, do you?"

Yang Qingze shook his head, wanting to say that I know you are too lazy to gossip.But with the facts in front of him, he felt he didn't know how to speak.

Shen Zhizhou stood up and circled the stone table twice, then stood straight in front of Yang Qingze, and ordered loudly: "You are just like him."

Just like him, he can distinguish between right and wrong, love those who deserve it, and hate those who deserve to be hated.There is no need to burden yourself, and you are not sorry for anyone, as long as you are happy.

"what?"

"You are the same as him." Shen Zhizhou said, "If you like it, you like it, and if you hate it, you hate it. Don't fucking do it, it's your own business. Nothing in the world has cause and effect. Why are you suppressing yourself?"

Shen Zhizhou almost yelled the last sentence, and he stared at Yang Qingze.For some reason, Yang Qingze actually saw something close to pity in his eyes.This sucks, he thinks, what he wants is love, nothing else.

"You know everything?" Yang Qingze thought for a while and said, "Look, you are really unhappy."

"Who am I doing this for?" Shen Zhizhou was shocked, he grabbed Yang Qingze and pressed it against his waist and said in a muffled voice, "I just feel sorry for you."

"I'm just distressed." Yang Qingze said these words silently in his heart, and opened his mouth to bite Shen Zhizhou's abdominal muscle.

Shen Zhizhou snorted, but pressed him tighter.

This pavilion is at the corner of the mountain behind the temple, too far away from other scenic spots.It seems to be of no use to build here, and it is not a necessary place to pray to gods and worship Buddha to visit mountains and rivers.

Yang Qingze looked at the pedestrians going up and down the mountain, none of them had the intention of walking towards the pavilion.He stood in the pavilion waiting for Shen Zhizhou to catch up on sleep, his eyes fixed on the burning incense in front of the temple.He suddenly regretted not being able to make a wish when he prayed to Buddha earlier, he thought he should make a wish instead of thinking about things that have passed so long.

Master Hua called three times, but Shen Zhizhou didn't hear him.I had no choice but to make a voice call to Yang Qingze on WeChat, saying that I will wait for them and let them go down quickly.

Yang Qingze glanced at the sleeping Shen Zhizhou, even though he knew that this person pampered and loved him in every possible way, he couldn't muster up the courage to touch his anger.

He stood there for a while, when Chen Nuoyan called again.Yang Qingze was so anxious that he had no choice but to kick Shen Zhizhou hard, and Shen Zhizhou jumped up in shock.Before he could say anything, Yang Qingze swallowed his lips.The wrinkles between his brows loosened with the temperature under his mouth, and when he was about to deepen the kiss, Yang Qingze suddenly backed away and dragged him to run down the mountain.

Shen Zhizhou had [-] reasons in his mind, before he had time to say it, he saw Master Hua and the others looking at him together, smiling very strangely.

He looked at Yang Qingze, and Yang Qingze was obviously surprised, then he pursed his lips and suppressed a smile.

"Hey, from this holy place of Buddhism, you must have had a dream." Li Fengming never believed in these things, and he didn't hesitate to talk about it.

Shen Zhizhou squinted at him, ignored him, turned around and asked Jiang Wancheng, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah..." Jiang Wancheng changed his usual appearance, and looked at the two lumps of plateau red that Shen Zhizhou slept on, and he stopped joking.

Yang Qingze looked up following the voice, only to realize that Jiang Wancheng in this attire did not look like himself at all.Although they had only been together for a few days, Yang Qingze had to notice Jiang Wancheng's style of painting.Always flamboyant and unrestrained, the clothes are either red or purple, no matter how bright they are.Today's gray cotton and linen clothes, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it has been completely reborn.He looked down and found that Jiang Wancheng even replaced his shoes with cloth shoes.He couldn't help but look at it a few more times, thinking that it was pretty good.

On the way back, Li Fengming drove.Jiang Wancheng was sitting in the co-pilot seat in a daze, Yang Qingze stared at the back of his head for a long time, but he didn't realize that he was also absent-minded.

The anger in Shen Zhizhou's heart, I want you to learn his attitude towards life and views on things, and learn to be open-minded.You are meowing and staring at him all the time, what do you mean?When am I dead?

Shen Zhizhou finally couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled the curtain between the front and back rows.

Li Fengming couldn't finish what he was laughing at, but he was still driving very steadily.Jiang Wancheng also came back to his senses, and couldn't help but jokingly said, "Hey, are you still kneading eggs today?"

Seeing that Jiang Wancheng had returned to normal, Li Fengming was also happy. The two of them chatted in front of him and clamored that they would cook a basket of eggs and put them in the car tonight.

Yang Qingze sighed, fell to the side, and began to sleep directly against Shen Zhizhou.

Shen Zhizhou himself has had enough sleep, but he hasn't slept well for several days.After falling like this, he fell asleep in a daze.

Chen Nuoyan asked in the group if he wanted to cancel the search for friends that he had set before so as not to get separated.Shen Zhizhou grabbed Yang Qingze's phone, deleted the sentence on Yang Qingze's phone without Yang Qingze's knowledge, and then took out his phone to frantically scroll through hundreds of emoticons.

He looked at Yang Qingze's phone, pressed a few times and slid to the text message interface, after thinking about it, he clicked in.

Outside the window are the street trees speeding by, and in front of the car are Jiang Wancheng and Li Fengming, who are chattering non-stop.Lying next to someone who would make him happy, distressed, or unhappy, Shen Zhizhou slid his browsing history without any barriers.

He stared at Yang Qingze's eyelashes for a while, turned half of his body, typed a few words on the phone, and clicked "Confirm to send" without hesitation.