"I have it!" Lu Yao sat up suddenly
"What's there?" Chen Zijin opened his eyes and turned his head slightly
"What you want to do in the future, your dream!"
"You set this goal too hastily. What do you want to do?"
"Change your dream to be about me." Lu Yao stared at Chen Zijin with wide eyes, the light in his pupils seemed to be secretly hiding a galaxy. After looking at each other for three seconds, Chen Zijin turned his head and stopped looking at Lu Yao.
"Ahem, dreams and fantasies are different." Chen Zijin raised his voice, with a smile on the end of each word.
The wind wandered back from the other end of the woods, bringing with it the mist in the forest. Chen Zijin was covered with a shallow layer of water in his eyes. Lu Yao chased Chen Zijin's gaze, persistently perfecting his unclear plan, and his chattering voice hid the messy cicadas in the dark night.