He Loves the Moon

"Campus｜Straight ball｜Redemption｜Micro group portrait" Unruly, affectionate & tenacious and brave At the beginning of the first year of high school, Ruan Qing stopped a boy in a white shirt in the corridor and said in a tight voice: "Wen Xuyan, I like you." The other party turned back, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his lips slightly hooked: "Do you like my brother?" After entering class, she was shocked by the photo of "Wen Yanzhou" on the roster - this face that looked exactly like Wen Xuyan was actually her new deskmate. The legendary handsome guy who is number one in his grade and has a terrible temper? The days were completely messed up. She peeked at Wen Xuyan in the next class and was poked on the back of her neck with a pen: "You can see through the wall." When the love letter to Wen Xuyan was returned, there would be many bottles of ice soda in the hole in the table with a note: "It's time to correct your vision." Wen Yanzhou was like a shadow that couldn't be shaken off. He would always hit her when she was embarrassed, but when someone made a fuss, he would raise his eyes casually: "Are you too busy?" Until Wen Xuyan found her, his tone was polite and distant: "I have no feelings for you." Ruan Qing returned to the classroom with red eyes, and was grabbed by the wrist as soon as he sat down. Wen Yanzhou threw the pen on the table, and the chair leg scraped against the ground with a soft sound. He leaned back on the chair, his eyes unruly and a little burning: "If he doesn't want it, won't he look next to him?" "Ruan Qing," he tapped his fingertips on the table, his voice lazy but strong, "I have the same face as him. If he doesn't answer, I will answer." "Stop liking him, come here and like me." * The young man's fierceness hides the starlight, and Ruan Qing is the tenderness he wants to treasure the most. . 2 Their youth unfolded in the hustle and bustle of Class 3, Grade 1, standing up for friends together, reciting the self-reflection of "not admitting mistakes" at the flag-raising ceremony, and sharing soy milk and fried dough sticks in the morning light. Wen Yanzhou always liked to call her "clumsy", but he would secretly stuff iodine into the hole in her desk to treat abrasions; he would despise the review she wrote as "shameful", but he would stay up late to help her revise it until the early hours of the morning. Ruan Qing gradually discovered that this seemingly indifferent young man had an unknown tenderness hidden in his eyes. The accident happened on that rainy night, when Ruan Qing suddenly fell ill and fell into a coma. The lights in the hospital were pale and dazzling. Wen Yanzhou stood guard in front of the hospital bed. For the first time, all his stubbornness faded away, leaving only helpless panic. He never believed in ghosts and gods, so he took the change he had saved for a long time and went to a temple on the outskirts of the city without telling anyone. Amidst the scent of incense, he knelt awkwardly on the futon and prayed to the gods and Buddhas for blessings over and over again. From the dim light of dawn to the closing of dusk, he didn't sleep a wink for three whole days. When the doctor said "out of danger", his tense nerves suddenly broke. The first time Ruan woke up, he saw Wen Yanzhou lying beside the bed. There were still wet tears on his eyelashes. He raised his head suddenly after noticing the movement, and the red bloodshot eyes were clearly visible. Before she could speak, the always tough-talking boy suddenly had red eyes and choked up like a lost child: "Qingqing, you finally woke up..." 3 The wind in the senior year of high school, carrying the heat of late summer, blew past the blackboard covered with countdowns. At the end of the last class meeting, the head teacher's blessings were still echoing in the classroom, but Wen Yanzhou stared at Ruan Qing's back and curled his fingers under the table. After the graduation photo was taken, the class exploded and everyone hugged each other to say goodbye. Wen Yanzhou took a deep breath, and starting from the first row, he hugged his classmates one by one, patted the boys on the back and said "a bright future", and said "Happy Graduation" to the girls. When it was Ruan Qing's turn, he paused and hugged her gently. He tightened his arms tightly and then released them quickly. The tips of his ears were as red as if they were dripping blood. "What happened to you today?" Zhou Yanli bumped his arm, "I usually have no patience when talking to girls, but today I took the initiative to hug the whole class?" Wen Yanzhou looked at Ruan Qing's side face as she was chatting and laughing with her classmates. The setting sun fell on her hair, which was unbelievably gentle. He lowered his head and kicked the chalk under his feet. His voice was very soft but serious: "It's nothing." When the meal was over, Jiang Shiyan raised his wine glass and asked, "Tell me, what is your biggest wish after finishing the college entrance examination?" The noisy private room fell silent for an instant, and everyone looked at Wen Yanzhou. His fingers holding the cup tightened, and his eyes fell on Ruan Qing through the crowd. The light in his eyes was brighter than the wine in the glass: "God promises her a bright future, and I wish her a safe and smooth life." Ruan Qing's heart skipped a beat, she looked up and caught his sight, and saw the boy's thoughts that he had hidden for three years. On the day the results came out, their names suddenly appeared on the admission list of the same university. On the way to school to get the notice, Wen Yanzhou walked beside her, his shadow stretched by the setting sun. He suddenly stopped and his voice was a little nervous: "Ruan Qing, we..." "Okay." Ruan Qing interrupted him with a smile, shaking the notice in his hand, "I will be an alumnus in the future, please give me your advice." Wen Yanzhou was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and the unruly look in his eyes was completely replaced by tenderness. Those peeks hidden in the morning light, the concerns written in the self-reflection book, and the clumsiness that hugged the whole class to hug her finally found their home this summer. I have secretly fallen in love with this long practice, and now I have achieved what I wanted. 4 The sunshine on the wedding day was particularly gentle, casting mottled light and shadow on the red carpet through the stained glass of the church. Wen Yanzhou was wearing a crisp suit and stood at the end of the red carpet, his fingertips trembling slightly. When the church door opened and Ruan Qing walked towards him in a white wedding dress, he suddenly felt his eyes burning and his vision blurred for a moment. That was the girl from his youth. From the stubborn figure protecting his friend in Class 3, Grade 1, to the smiling face sharing breakfast in the morning light, to holding his hand tightly in front of the hospital bed... All the images surged in my mind, and finally settled on the gentle face in front of me. Ruan Qing walked up to him, smiled and helped wipe the tears from his eyes: "Why are you crying?" Wen Yanzhou held her hand, the temperature in his palm was hot: "I'm not crying, it's because the sun is too dazzling." When exchanging rings, Zhou Yanli booed in the audience: "Hey, the tough guy who didn't shed tears when we fought on the rooftop, how come he's a crybaby today?" Wen Yanzhou turned back to glare at him, but his voice was choked with sobs: "Because I married the girl I love." After the wedding, the guests were still noisy in the banquet hall, but Wen Yanzhou hid in the corner holding his mobile phone. This person who never posts on Moments posted three updates in a row for the first time. In every picture, Ruan Qing is wearing a wedding dress, smiling or bowing her head, with the light in her eyes brighter than the stars. The caption of the last one is very simple, but it hides all his tenderness: "On May 20, 2025, I married my moon." Intention: Use the preference and perseverance in youth to interpret the warmth and perfection of two-way travel.