That Light in Your Eyes

On a waning moon night, the classroom was empty, and she huddled in the corner with her legs curled up. "Are you here to see a joke?" A dark shadow stepped forward: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, I'm here to steal something." "Stealing what?" He smiled and suppressed a trace of sadness: "Steal the treasure." She raised her head and frowned: "Baby? Here?" "Yes, the most precious treasure. I want to steal her and hide her in the safest place." She turned her face sideways, and under the moonlight his face was also covered with a veil, hazy and soft. He half-crouched, raised his hands and pressed them on her folded arms, and the warmth in his palms began to melt the ice and snow. "Are you willing to follow me? Leave this place where I can't see you?" As if telling a fairy tale in turn, she smiled as soon as she opened her mouth: "Where are you going?" "You can go anywhere, as long as you nod." She looked at his face, drooped her eyelids, and tears rolled down her face: "I am a person who has walked to the corner. There is no light in front of me, and there is no path under my feet." "Little Rotten Mao, listen up. If you go over the mountain, I will clear the way for you; if you cross the river, I will help you with the water; if you come to the corner, I will tear down the wall. You must always believe that there will be no roads in this world. The road is under our feet. The light is in our hearts."