Memories of the 30Th Day: My Sir and My Unburnt White Moonlight

With a multi-protagonist story, you can think of this novel as a memoir of my first thirty years. There will be novel renderings, and there will also be true feelings. Copywriting: They say that in the past thirty years, I have always been chasing the light that I can't get, but only I know that those people hidden in my memories have long become cinnabar moles engraved in my bones and blood. 15-Year-old Lin Yu is a boy who I dare to change my mind and get close to. We competed for the top three in the class for our classmates. The secret echo of "abyss" and "struggle" in the first lottery was ultimately not worth the stranger he became after entering school - the unspoken "I like you" that year became the most painful foreshadowing of youth. The 20-year-old Jiang Xuyan said to me in the Taekwondo gym, "You are my only apprentice." He accompanied me through the darkness of my father's death, but he left me without saying goodbye when I was about to get my black belt. He only left the words "Students and apprentices are different," leaving me with the green and blue belts, and I was cut off from Taekwondo for ten years. 21-Year-old Su Mu is my obsession when I rush to Hangzhou on the high-speed train every month. He is as dazzling as a star in the live broadcast room, but the entangled apology after the affair only made me see clearly that this love that started with good looks is ultimately an empty joy. I thought I would be trapped in memories for the rest of my life until I met Shen Zhiyao at the age of 24. He accompanied me to come out as gay to my family, took me to meet my parents, and even accompanied me to peacefully worship my father's tomb - a hurdle that the previous two predecessors could not overcome, but he took it lightly. I thought I could finally be stable, but at the age of 30, I had insomnia because of the post-00s coach Lu Xingye's advice to "dress more in cold weather." Xia Yan, a boy with a teenage vibe whom I met at the end of the year, asked me, "Are you a couple?", Which made me confused again. For thirty years, the white moonlight intertwined with the cinnabar mole, until Shen Zhiyao held my hand: "The past is still burning, and I will accompany you to burn it into the future." It turns out that true salvation is never about chasing the light, but about someone being willing to be the light for you. Interactive small theater copywriting Small Theater 1: 15-year-old Lin Yu's "tablemate agreement" The lights of the evening self-study were drowsy, so I poked Lin Yu's back at the desk in front of me and handed over a piece of paper that said, "Next time I will be in the top three in the monthly exam, I will change my deskmate." He turned back, his eyelashes cast a light shadow under his eyes, the pen tip paused on the note, and added "The loser will make up for the other party's lessons for a month" before stuffing the note back into my hand. Later, when I stayed up late to study questions, he quietly put warm milk on the corner of my desk. I blocked the teacher's questions for him, and he drew a little sun on the scratch paper for me. But on the day I got the transcript, he suddenly distanced himself. I clutched the piece of paper with the agreement written on it and called him at the end of the corridor: "Lin Yu, we agreed to be our deskmate..." He paused and didn't look back: "Stop making trouble, study is important." The wind blew his words into pieces, and I saw clearly that half of a love letter from a girl was exposed in the pocket of his school uniform. Small Theater 2: 20-year-old Jiang Xuyan's "Apprentice Promise" The sweat in the Taekwondo gym was mixed with the smell of blood. I was kicked to the ground by a black belt student. Jiang Xuyan came over, pulled me up, and tapped my green and blue belt with his knuckles: "You want to win? Just don't cry out that it hurts." After that, he kept me for extra practice every day. He always bought my favorite three-point sugar for milk tea. In actual combat, he deliberately exposed his flaws and let me kick him. But when I was complacent, he kicked me back to the mat: "Remember, the apprentice is better than the master." I clutched the black belt teaching manual he gave me and said seriously: "Coach Jiang, don't regret accepting me." He smiled and ruffled my hair: "When you get your black belt, I'll treat you to food all over the street." But the next day, only the manual he left was left in the library. The front desk said that he had returned to his hometown to open a library and did not leave any contact information. I was sitting in the empty gym holding the manual, and suddenly my eyes turned red - before he saw it, I could have won the black belt a long time ago. Small Theater 3: 24-year-old Shen Zhiyao's "The Promise Before the Ceremony" The aroma of incense in the Jade Buddha Temple was very strong. I held Shen Zhiyao's hand and stood in front of my father's tomb, my heart beating uncontrollably. When the first two came here, they either showed impatience or made excuses to avoid it, but Shen Zhiyao gently patted my back and bent down to offer incense to my father. "Uncle, I am Shen Zhiyao," his voice was very soft but with determination, "I will take good care of him in the future and prevent him from being sad alone again." My eyes suddenly became wet and I reached out to hug him. He walked along my back and whispered in my ear: "Don't be afraid, I will always come with you in the future." The sun shone in through the window lattice and fell on our intertwined hands. At that moment, I suddenly understood that the real peace of mind is when someone is willing to accompany you to face the pain of the past. Intention: Some love is buried deep in the starry sky.