【Moon Orchid】Birds crossing the rainy season

When Zi Lan woke up, she had a pair of big dark circles under her eyes. She turned her head and saw that the guy who had slept all over the night was now lying on his side with an elegant and coquettish beauty, with a corner of the thin quilt over his waist, and a pair of affectionate eyes. The throbbing panda looked at her.

"Good morning, Miss Zilan, did you sleep well last night?"

——This person is the champion of the Open Eyes Telling Lie Contest.Zi Lan rolled her eyes, got up on her own, picked up the bright pink shirt that fell on the floor and threw it on Yue Jianye's head: "Get up."

Zilan walked to the window naked, and opened the curtains with a bang. The abundant morning sun shone into her arms, and she felt like a newborn baby. A world full of danger and malice rushed towards her. Nakedness is the most powerful weapon.

The room suddenly became very bright, Yue Jianye raised his hand and pulled down the shirt covering his head, squinting his eyes in the dazzling light: "Miss Zilan...?" "Get up quickly." Zilan urged again , she quickly buttoned up her underwear and pulled up her panties, twirled herself into a light long skirt with a beautiful movement, and then tiptoed into the bathroom.

Yue Jianye almost couldn't help staring at her back.Yue Jian Ye could feel that Zi Lan was in a good mood today, every movement was filled with subtle joy.

Suddenly, Zi Lan poked her head out from behind the bathroom door, frowned and asked him, "What are you still doing?" "Uh..." Yue Jianye opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat was empty. All the words he had always been free to manipulate were gone.

Zi Lan didn't wait for his answer, but quickly disappeared behind the door, and her voice was as sweet as a warbler's cry from afar.

——"I'll wait for you to take me to have breakfast."

There was still no mirror in the bathroom, and Zi Lan was in a trance for a moment.There is a small round mirror in her cosmetic bag, the mirror cover is embossed with crescent white wings, the style is very old, it was a gift from her parents a long time ago, and it is also the last mirror in good condition in her hands.Zi Lan reached into the makeup bag and fumbled twice, and easily touched the uneven relief surface of the mirror.She paused for half a minute, but she didn't take it out after all—she wasn't fully prepared yet, and she didn't want to take the risk to test herself for the time being.The courage that Kankan sprouted was not easy to come by. If she faced the storm prematurely, Zi Lan was afraid that it would be destroyed like this.Zilan put on foundation and lipstick as usual, and when she walked to the door, she tried to turn around briskly, sliding past Yue Jianye's side at the end of three beats, imprinting a touch of gorgeousness on his cheeks lip lines.

"do I look good?"

She raised her eyelids sideways, and her golden eyes looked at him aggressively.

"...beautiful." His answer seemed bewildered and honest.

Zi Lan's fingertips gently scraped Yue Jianye's chin like tail feathers brushing against the treetops, and her thin and pale lips nestled into another intoxicating kiss.

"Let's go."

Yue Jianye was stunned for a moment before following up - at that moment just now, he mistakenly thought that Zi Lan had smiled.

Zi Lan's umbrella seemed to grow bigger overnight, and Yue Jianye's half body was no longer exposed to the rain.Yue Jianye abruptly realized that Zi Lan was far more attractive than he imagined, especially when she was walking on the rain-soaked street holding his arm—he walked beside her like a piece of land attached to him all the time. The shadows beneath her light and radiance.Zi Lan's indigo blue hair was light and cold, floating in the humid air, trembling slightly.

Yue Jianye knew what that tremor was.

When you overdraw your life and force yourself to pursue happiness regardless of the consequences, your heart will have such a slight but fatal tremor.

Life is but a long dying, and there are always those who mistake wishful thinking for wishful thinking.Yue Jianye has met many female guests who would rather be in debt than spend a lot of money for him. However, it is impossible to try to extend the happiness that can only survive in the night to the day.Bubble-like happiness is light and floating, how fast it rises, how fast it shatters, and the tremors that occur when life collapses with it will become weightless.The mission of Moonlight Night is to warm the dark night of the vulnerable and support them towards the dawn. After the moon sinks, those who have been illuminated still have to walk alone at dawn.

Yue Jianye suffers from the fact that he has never practiced medicine, but he always distributes sincerity and fraternity as painkillers, but in fact he cannot be anyone's life-saving straw.When others were infatuated with his medicine and felt pain, Yue Jianye smiled and comforted him, feeling a hundred times the pain in his heart.

Yue Jian Ye walked beside Zi Lan, with only two layers of clothing and a layer of flesh between his arms and her heartbeat, he wanted to tell her that he shared all her feelings, including pain, when he hugged her, he knew How much she wanted to die but still selfishly hoped that she would live longer, and he also knew that it would not be so easy to live.

In the end, Yue Jianye knows that those who have been comforted and healed by him will completely remove the warmth he gave. Clusters of fleeting fireworks, the long night will eventually be attributed to the silence alone, sleep alone, or sit alone until dawn.

They were sitting on the bench in front of a shop selling tricolor dumplings. Tsukimi Yemoto does not recommend the dumplings in this store—although they look good, the caramel sauce is scary sweet, and the taste of the dumplings is also very sticky. Zilan But he insisted on trying it.Zilan finished a plate of three-color dumpling by herself, Yue Jianye observed her expression, tentatively asked how she felt, Zilan just nodded curtly and said yes, then stood up and stroked the corner of her clothes and asked what to do next where.

Yue Jianye led Zi Lan to the corner of the street, and pointed to the drainage ditch on the ground.Zilan lowered her head to look, the rainwater was turbulently converging and merged into the wide gap, while the water patterns flowed and stagnated at the same time.Zi Lan was puzzled, raised her head and asked with her eyes what Yue Jian Ye meant.Yue Jianye remained silent, still pointing to the ground for her to see, Zi Lan lowered her head again, and after repeating this several times, she finally couldn't bear it any longer, bent over and vomited while holding Yue Jianye's arm.

Where is the tricolor dumpling from that family that people eat.Yue Jianye couldn't be more clear, he stroked Zilan's back like soothing a baby to sleep, he lowered his eyes to look at her but never said a word.

The filth and disgust were carried unreservedly into the ground by the rain, which drowned out the loud vomit and the silent cry of the soul.Zi Lan suddenly felt exhausted, as if the happiness and radiance that started early in the morning were all illusory illusions.

She tried so hard, tried to be alive, tried to act hopeful.Over and over again, she ordered her weak legs to take a step, a step, and a step; even if she got nothing, she still drove her palms to touch, to feel, those simple, ordinary, unstyled things that grew and did not grow. The things and atmospheres that bloomed in the lowlands that she couldn't see before, even if she let go of her reserve to touch and embrace them, they would not bother to belong to her—even the unpalatable and inferior tricolor dumplings , She endured great grievances and nausea and ate it without showing any embarrassment, and they still refused to stay in her organs infected by the origin stone.

In this world filled with enviable fireworks, Zilan felt that only she was emptiness, only she was an ant, and because of the black crystals on the bone beads that swelled up like grave bags, she became more than emptiness. Empty, even more ants than ants, ore disease is so easy to knock down a person who once had a perfect life into the dust in an instant, becoming the lowest minimum, every minute and every second of living is a humiliation to oneself.

The rain is getting heavier.Zilan's vomiting surged from the depths of the internal organs, and the limbs and bones had a rejection reaction of friction and squeezing at the same time. The foreign body that was unwilling to be accepted passed through the throat, rushed out of the mouth, and was crushed into whimpers.She grabbed the skirt of Yue Jianye's shirt and wept bitterly—she pulled it so hard, this tacky, dazzling, and tasteless bright pink fabric became the only vulgar thing willing to bow down in front of her and let her Pull to wipe her crying makeup, to wipe her low tears.

Yue Jianye seems to be able to understand all her unspoken heartfelt feelings. Holding the umbrella, he still slowly caresses her trembling back, and presses down her panic inch by inch along the direction of the butterfly bone. , Hard bumps, he also treated them equally and lightly stroked them.

"Miss Zilan, there are countless people in this world who have thought about dying once, but in the end, everyone chooses to live until they die. There is nothing shameful about wanting to live. Those who don't want to live think that death is easy , When you don’t want to die, you find it harder to live—this is perfectly normal, don’t force yourself.”

Zi Lan heard the ambiguity of Yue Jianye's words, and she asked: "Don't force yourself? Force yourself to live or force yourself to die?" Yue Jianye's answer was still smooth and almost cunning: "It doesn't matter if you live or die. Reluctance is reluctance, I just hope that Miss Zilan can be happy." Zilan wiped away her tears and sneered: "At this time, I can only speak beautiful words, and I am obviously dreaming that I am talking about such irresponsible things like letting people talk about it." Bullshit."

"That's the truth." "Huh?!"

"If you want to hear someone tell the truth, give him a mask—is there such a saying? But I don't know how to wear a mask. Once this face is covered, the happiness index of women in the world will decrease accordingly, isn't that true? Is it too pitiful?" Yue Jianye stroked her hair suddenly and gracefully—Zi Lan couldn't tell whether her unfounded self-confidence, which never picked the right time, was a good point or a bad problem of this person, "So the only time I want to tell the truth is in the middle of the night Squat and watch my sleepy talk, Miss Zilan."

"Who wants to squat in your sleep?! You are too self-righteous, aren't you?!"

"I want Miss Zilan to live—this is my selfish wish, even though I understand Miss Zilan's pain, even though I know how much Miss Zilan wants to get rid of the heavy burden of being an infected person through death, even if I ignore Miss Zilan's own wish, I still hope that Miss Zilan will live."

The voices of the rainstorm and Yue Jianye are intertwined, and the fragile fragrance of flowers is diffused in the endless illusory wind, and Zi Lan's mind suddenly swayed in a circle of transparent ripples: "Why?"

Yue Jianye grinned and smiled brightly, like the sun of the Eastern Kingdom that has disappeared for an entire rainy season.

"Because Miss Zilan is very pretty."

Zilan couldn't hear it anymore, the sound of the rain here was more vast than the night by the river bank, she was almost washed away by this sound, and she could no longer hear the whisper of Moon Seeing Night.She could only bulge in a low voice, "Stop calling me 'good-looking' anymore".The moon sees the night without sound, just laughs.

Miss Zilan, don't underestimate life, don't underestimate death, and don't underestimate love.

The only insignificant thing is the sincerity I have given to you.

That's it.