Summer Rain and Moked Winter

Mo Kedong pinched the note and his chest felt like a huge drum was beating, and the light in his heart was about to go out. Xia Yu, I am also afraid, afraid that I will lose you again by accident. I will jump into the lights of thousands of houses with you hand in hand, and watch the sun and the moon with you every night. Thousands of rivers and mountains will last for a long time. How can you leave alone? Love is not everything in life, but you are my bean-green lamp, giving me a long-lasting Zen state of mind, and not wanting to fall into a miserable world easily. If you leave again, I'm afraid that I will fall into the world of mortals and disappear without a trace. If you are not here, where should I find myself? The end of the old campus is the reminder of the blunt knives of 17 endless roads. Xia Yu would not go to a familiar and unfamiliar place to heal her wounds. With such a determined temperament, she would either be absolutely unfamiliar or absolutely quiet. Although she dislikes the campus with mixed memories, it can give Xia Yu a sense of loneliness and security. The abandoned classroom is as quiet as a lonely hill, neither far nor near, reliable and lonely. Mo Kedong realized that if Xia Yu suddenly disappeared one day, the mountains that had supported him over the years would eventually be flattened, and there would be nowhere to climb in the future. To Mokedong, Xia Yu is not a weak rose, but a hill where he can stop when he is tired. As long as he is close, he will feel at ease. Mo Kedong painted Xia Yu's eyebrows over and over again, thinking of the distant Peony Pavilion, and laughed at himself happily. They didn't need life and death as proof. It would be nice to be able to embrace each other if the world is cold or warm. "Xiao Yu, let's go home, okay?" Mo Kedong held Xia Yu's hand and walked home all the way, as if he was holding the entire encounter in his hands. From when she was fourteen to his twenty-seven, they kept meeting each other, unknown selves and each other. Xia Yu's insecure sleeping posture like a baby was finally able to relax on such a night and in Mo Kedong's arms, and the mixed emotions in her heart were finally reconciled. Those gaps in my memory were filled one by one tonight.