Lin Zijin took the moon to a field of rape flowers, by the river. Two people sat on the river embankment, drinking beer and chatting.

"Zijin, I didn't expect to meet you in "soft" today, and I didn't prepare a birthday gift for you. Moon looked apologetic.

"Xiao Qi, I'll help you draw a picture with cream, okay? ”

Having heard of watercolor painting, but never of painting with cream, Moon cautiously asked, "Wouldn't it be too extravagant?"

"What does it matter, the money I spend, I call the shots, what does it matter to others?"

Looking at Lin Zijin's indifferent expression, the moon replied angrily: "I'm afraid of ruining the grain and being struck by lightning!"

"It's okay, if you want to split me, just split me!" Lin Zijin responded with a grin.

Seeing that the dissuasion was ineffective, the moon had no choice but to give up, and the flesh hurt in her heart: What about more than a hundred oceans, how can this man not eat fireworks in the world like an artist?

While thinking secretly, when she passed by, she couldn't help but stretch out her salted pork claws, picked up a small spoon and scooped a large mouthful of cream into her mouth with lightning speed.

"Don't steal food!" Lin Zijin's voice came from behind him, not the harshness of reproach, but the gentleness of playfulness.

Chick is happy: Just kidding! A hungry rat has fallen into a honey pot, and you can still make it go home on an empty stomach?

Then, with a brisk pace, she walked to the field, the sweetness of the cream was down, and the joy came to her heart, and she hummed softly, Faye Wong's "red beans".

"....... haven't held hands with you, walked through the barren sand dunes, and may learn to cherish the heavens and the earth from now on. Sometimes, sometimes, I believe that there is an end to everything, that there are times when we get together and leave, and that nothing will last forever. But sometimes, I would rather choose to be nostalgic and not let go, and wait until the scenery is seen through, maybe you will accompany me to watch the long stream......"

In the evening breeze, the golden rape flowers, with their heads lowered, swayed gently with the wind, like a listener, savoring the red dust in the moon's song.

After walking for a short while, the moon turned around, stroked the flowers with one hand, stretched out his body with the other, and slowly walked back.

She believes that static beauty needs to be captured naturally, rather than standing in a stupid place and waiting for others to discover their beauty.

Lin Zijin sat on the embankment, stunned for a long time, carefully observed, and then dipped his hand in the cream, mixed the paint, and quickly painted it......

After a while, a graffiti work appeared on the paper.

Lin Zijin called softly: "Xiao Qi, I've finished drawing." ”

Hearing the call, the moon trotted over with joy, and with a hurried footstep, one stumbled and almost fell.

"Slow down. ”

While reminding him, he had stretched out his arms in case of emergency, but saw that she had stabilized her body, and the person had arrived, and playfully squeezed her eyes.

"Isn't that all right?"

Tilting her neck and looking over his body, she wondered whether her appearance in Lin Zijin's painting was rendered more beautiful or ruined and extremely ugly. Secretly thinking in his heart: Xiao Sample, if he draws her ugly, he will die! Obviously the technique is not good, and he dares to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf, this is obviously the rhythm of looking for death!

Nozuonodie!

In her eyes, although there were only a few strokes in the picture, the outline was vividly outlined, and she recognized herself at a glance.

"Zijin, can you give me this painting?" The voice was very low, and the moon was weak: to accompany others to celebrate their birthdays, and to eat and take for nothing without preparing gifts, only she can do such a thing, right?

Who made her fall in love with the painting at first sight? In the painting, the happy figure of the woman seems to be charming, like a black hole that sucks people into it at once.

"I was going to give it to you. But I'm going to take it back and bake it first. ”

Lin Zijin spread the painting on the grass and turned to go to the river to wash his hands.

The moon sat on the river embankment, her hands on the ground, dangling her two long, inseparable legs, staring at the man's back: such a night, such a dream, like a love story in a novel.

She remembered the love novels she borrowed in college, the infatuated woman, the amorous talent, and the sad love songs, which complemented each other and added a bit of loneliness to the poignant sadness.

At that moment, a thousand thoughts flashed through her mind, tiptoeing closer, she hugged him from behind, and whispered in his ear: "Zijin, happy birthday!"

She couldn't think of a suitable gift to compensate for his birthday, only the hug behind her was a bold move she mustered up courage, needless to say, she believed that he knew that this was the best birthday present, and it was also the limit she could give him.

At the moment of physical contact, his back froze, and the movements in his hands froze in mid-air, forgetting to continue, without struggling, nor against the enemy, until the moon let go of his hand.

After washing his hands, Lin Zijin put the painting into the car and put it away, and when he turned around, the moon walked over, and the atmosphere was a little embarrassing: "Zijin, it's not early, go back!"

"Hmm. ”

On the way back, there was silence, only the occasional honking and friction sound outside the car, and inside the car, you could hear each other's breathing......

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Sitting in the "soft", there are thousands of thoughts, but the moon cries. All this, in her memory, is so clear, engraved in her mind, she can't erase it, she can't erase it......

The "soft" background music came, which was Eason Chan's "love transfer".

“…… Memories are the moonlight that can't be caught, and if you hold it tightly, it will turn into darkness, let the false back disappear into the sun, the sun will circulate in the body, and all the karma will be forgiven, love will not stop, and you need to be brave if you want to go to the earth......"

Enough crying, she left "soft".

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Moon remembered that she had been hanging out for so long, although she knew some truths that she didn't know before her death, back then, Lin Zijin broke up with her to repay her debt to Xia Fang.

However, this seemed to have nothing to do with her mission, especially the treasures, and she had no clue.

Thinking like this, the moon decided to go to Lin Zijin's house for a visit, could the treasure be hidden in his house?

However, she couldn't rummage through it herself, so let's find Lin Zijin first, maybe he could bring her some surprises, but it was unknown.

"Brother Shi, take me to Zijin. "The moon bowed her head and the black stone hanging around her neck to tell her needs.

In the blink of an eye, the moon came to a familiar place, and when she looked around, it was actually --- Twilight Street, the bar street.

What is Lin Zijin doing here? Moon clearly remembers: before his death, he had never been to the bar, at least not with her.

Wait!

This guy can't be the same as the clouds, right?

Moon, how to say that she is also Lin Zijin's girlfriend, she has just passed away, her bones are not cold, he is like Yunxiao, he can't wait to go clubbing, seek excitement, and chase a new partner?

"Damn!" the moon couldn't help but spit out, ugly words, and blurted out.

I knew that this guy was so unconscionable, so it was better to take him and go to Huangquan Road together, but there was also a companion on the bridge, right?

Cheap this bastard for nothing!