Gu Yunjing turned around and looked behind him. At first glance, he looked into a pair of ink-black eyes, which were as thick as the black that absorbed the entire night, bottomless.
"My favorite moonlight is on the Lantern Festival. It is the first full moon night of the year. After this night, it begins to become incomplete, but after fourteen nights, it will return to perfection and live forever."
The candle on the table exploded with a pop of stamens. Gu Yunjing looked around and saw Yan Yuan taking a pair of fine scissors to open the wick and remove the stamens. The dim yellow firelight made his eyebrows look so gentle.
Why should we cut the candles from the west window together and talk about the rainy night in Bashan? This kind of state of mind is truly recognized today.
"Do I really look so similar to him that you recognized the wrong person?" Gu Yunjing smiled lightly, feeling something swollen in his heart. It was so full that it was about to overflow but he couldn't get rid of it. As he spoke, he brushed the hair on his left shoulder that blocked his sight. Only then did he realize that the hairband had disappeared at some point, and it was draped over his head and shoulders. He felt a little uncomfortable.
"In the world of life, the most elusive thing is often the present time, which cannot be clearly seen or guessed. I started to think this way since I got to know you." Gu Yunjing whispered, looking at Yan Yuan's puzzled eyes, his heart moved, and the words came out in the wind, "Give me a lotus lantern."
Who can complain about a loneliness? There is no way to regret and be sentimental. Of the seven hardships in life, the hardest is not getting what you want.
"You finally woke up," a pleasant voice sounded. "It took me a long time, but for this ultimate pleasure, the wait is still worth it."
Looking at the lantern with the falling snow, the maple bridge with the moon, the lantern with the snow. Yes, on the night of the Lantern Festival, there was lingering snow, and there were lanterns like daylight. In the bright fireworks, I saw Yan Yuan.
Thinking of the picture of falling flowers and smoke and rain, the few lines of small words blurred in the thin rain curtain, holding my son's hand and growing old together... The vows I made not long ago.
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