The Morning Light Embraces the Cold Moon

When Xie Cheng came, Yang Zhi was standing on the high ladder untying the red rope as if trying to die. The sun was bright and dazzling. He half-squinted his eyes, and the halo dyed her face, making it blurry as if through fog and gauze. He couldn't see clearly, but he knew that Yang Zhi was back. She told him about Fengqi Wutong. Before leaving the country, she took off the red string from her hand and tied it to the trunk of the small Wutong tree. She thought it would be enough to come back every two or three years for eight years, move her position and loosen the rope? He and Yang Zhi started from a cigarette, a glass of water, and a cup of 90 degrees Celsius boiling hot water. At that time, Xie Cheng was still in the third year of high school. He was helping the teacher hand out papers. He just put Yang Zhi's paper gently on the corner of the table. For some reason, the tabletop suddenly shook and the half-covered water glass turned around on the table, which really burned Xie Cheng's right foot. Yang Zhi helped him go to the infirmary. The doctor said it would be a little painful to open the blisters. While the female doctor was getting the sterile bag, a hand was stretched out in front of him. "Do you want to arrest him?" Yang Zhi asked him. Xie Cheng thought to himself, as a boy, why would he be afraid of pain when picking a blister? He looked at her with half-narrowed eyes. Yang Zhi also laughed when she saw his playful smile, a faint and gentle smile, her eyelashes sweeping up and down, like swan feathers floating in the air. Are you good or not? Be good! But no matter how you look at it, it is a silent trap. So, Xie Cheng held the hand she was holding a cigarette on the balcony and laughed so wildly that even the doctor's pain when he picked up the blisters didn't make him restrain himself... Theater 1: Xie Cheng went to other provinces for several days and returned to Nancheng the night before school started. It was almost early in the morning, and his grandmother was already asleep. The roar of the sports car engine cut through the silent night and stopped outside the courtyard. Xie Cheng fiddled with her messed up hair and opened the door to see her wearing a suspender little black dress coming down the stairs. In the two-story building with no lights on, the fullest fifteenth moon... The moonlight shone on her body, soft and quiet. She became the brightest light in the deserted moon that night. As he passed by, a few strands of hair scattered behind her shoulders fluttered and brushed against the skin of his arms. It seemed that he could still feel a bit of moisture, and a light peach fragrance floated through, sweet but not greasy. She called him "cousin" and was very obedient. Xie Cheng didn't reply, he was thinking in his mind. Her name is... Yang... Zhi? Theater 2: That day, Yang Zhi was late riding a bike with Xie Cheng suffering from a foot injury. "So is there a wall that can be climbed?" Yang Zhi doesn't want to work as a weeder in an abandoned stadium. "You know this again?" Xie Cheng smiled softly, suddenly stretched out his hand and put it on her shoulder. He took her schoolbag with his fingers and held it in his hand. "Let's go to the south wall" Either everyone on the south wall was surrounded, or even she, who was not very well-informed, knew about it. Yang Zhi's eyes hesitated and did not move. "Yes, the walls are surrounded by wires, but fortunately there is a hole under the wall, barely big enough for you to get through!" Xie Cheng only had so much patience. After explaining a few words, he picked up the back collar of Yang Zhi's school uniform and carried it away. Dog hole? Yang Zhi frowned slightly, a little reluctantly. Xie Cheng was tall and had long legs, and his pace slowed down. Yang Zhi was dragged down by her without any force. The story of a cold and noble cellist and her bad ruffian cousin (no blood relationship) Purpose: Love is beyond the pros and cons