The first time Qinghe saw Wen Qiusheng was in the piano room.
The warm breeze blew through the gauze curtains, and the red-haired boy sat in front of the piano. He smiled as the last note fell between his fingers.
This is the beginning.
From then on, he became Wen Qinghe and officially became a member of the Wen family.
At school, he always clung to his older brother, which ended up being painful for him.
He always thought that his brother would regard him as a family member, but then, he suddenly discovered that from beginning to end, he was the only one trying to make changes in all this.
One day, Wen Qiusheng passed by the stairwell, and just one glance made him panic.
He saw Qinghe leaning on the wall. The slightly longer black hair spreads into the neckline.
He still held the cigarette between his fingers. When he saw his brother coming, he smiled, lowered his green eyes, and put out the cigarette.
"Brother," he said.
Wen Qiusheng never thought that he would fall in love with Qinghe. He always got used to it.
The days when I was alone in the piano room, holding the photo album, could not wait for the day to return.
There will be extra milk on the table in the afternoon, flowers in glass bottles on the windowsill, tentative words all the time, and a familiar body temperature.
I didn't feel it when I threw all the milk into the trash can, and I didn't feel it when I saw Qinghe's avoiding eyes.
When did you start regretting it?
Wen Qiusheng does not regret spending time and energy to learn a course, even if she will never come back.
He won't come back either.
Intention: The moon will not be trapped by stagnant water, and the birds will not be trapped in autumn.