Moonbound

Qing He first met Wen Qiusheng in the music room.

A warm breeze drifted past the sheer curtains. The red-haired boy sat at the piano. He smiled as his fingers played the final note.

That was the beginning.

From then on, he became Wen Qinghe and officially joined the Wen family.

At school, he was always clinging to his older brother, but the outcome left him heartbroken.

He had always thought his brother would consider him family. But later, he suddenly realized that from beginning to end, he was the only one trying to change things.

One day, Wen Qiusheng passed the stairwell. One glance was all it took to make him lose his composure.

He saw Qing He leaning against the wall, his slightly long black hair falling into his collar.

A cigarette rested between his fingers. When he saw his brother, he smiled, lowered his green eyes, and stubbed it out.

"Brother," he said.

Wen Qiusheng never expected he would fall in love with Qing He. He had simply grown used to him.

The days when he was alone in the music room, and the days when he held an album and waited in vain for someone to come home.

The milk that appeared on the table every afternoon, the flowers in the glass bottle on the windowsill, the tentative words spoken at every opportunity, and the familiar warmth of his body.

He felt nothing when he threw all the milk into the trash. He felt nothing when he saw Qing He avoid his gaze.

When had the regret begun?

Wen Qiusheng didn't regret spending time and effort learning a subject, even though she would never come back.

He would never come back, either.

Theme: The moon cannot be trapped by stagnant water, and autumn cannot keep the birds from flying away.