The Bright Moon Should Be Drunk

Once, he ran towards her in the pouring rain, holding a thick book on his head with both hands in a vain attempt to shield him from the rain. Even though he was soaked by the heavy rain, the elegant temperament he exuded still captured her. The love between her and him began in an ambiguous and traceless borrowing and repayment. When it ended, it was unclear who owed whom. "What's wrong with you? Don't scare me." She took his hand in panic, a gentle hand, the one she loved. Suddenly being bumped by someone, she hugged him tightly, "Zi Ang, you said you wouldn't make me unhappy. Tell me, you were joking just now, you were teasing me." After being pushed away mercilessly by him, in a daze, she heard him say: "I'm sorry." Time flies, and she can only whisper to his blurry figure, "Brother-in-law, long time no see." She gave up her persistence and perseverance and started a marriage with another man, but she found that she was still fooled by fate. The so-called "accommodating fate" and taking things easy were all deceiving herself. A mother-in-law who always likes to find fault with eggs said, "I am an old feudal, and I am happy to live in the old days. Now I am half dead and cannot change. If you marry into the Cheng family as a wife, you have to do as I say. I can step back and ignore you about work, but you must have children." But her husband, who had been with her day and night for two years, brought her no comfort, but still endless heartache and tears. "What right do you have to get angry at me now? Is it because that woman is drunk? Is her relationship with you just a colleague or a classmate? Can you not treat me as a fool when you lie? Why would someone call you when she is drunk..." Her words were full of tears, and her eyes were wet. "You are still lying to me!" Tears rolled out of her eyes, and she cried: "You are simply lying! Cheng Yihao, you are a big liar! You are a big liar with poor lying skills!" She and him, the two of them were at peace with each other one second, but could look at each other coldly the next, just like strangers. Because of her sensitivity, because of his toughness, because of her paranoia, because of his indifference, she and he were entangled with each other in the boundless abyss, and their inseparable relationship was like an invisible hinge that tied them together tightly. The more they struggled, the more scarred they would be. "Calm down." He stood up, opened the door and prepared to sleep in the guest room. When he passed her, he passed her by without any hesitation. "Cheng Yihao," she called out to him, as if talking to herself, "you once again think that the problem is with me. You always think so, don't you?" His back was stiff, and his hand was holding the door handle tightly, his knuckles turning white from the tremendous force exerted on him. Tangled, torn, tangling the nerves and tearing the air. In the end, most of them lost their vitality and breath, and could only die in agony in bone-deep sorrow, whether they were buried or cannibalized... When the time is cold, the bright moon should be drunk, don't wait for others to go back, there will be no tears of lovesickness...