Thank you for the peace charm given by the little ta, the gift given by the water moon cherry blossom, thank you for the long comment that is difficult to find in Yinan, and thank you for having so many friends along the way, I will come on!!

Later, the moon sent Lin Zijin home and did not leave.

The moon made Lin Zijin his favorite noodles, simple tomato and egg noodles, but it was his favorite.

He took the bowl and ate the noodles slowly, Sven's appearance, neither in a hurry nor slowly. The moon sat across from him, eating the same noodles. Neither of them spoke.

At this time, they both know that they need some peace with each other. Deathly silence.

Lin Zijin left the table after eating the noodles, and the moon did not force him to eat more. At this time, eating, for him, was already forcing himself, and she couldn't add any more burden to him. Like the moon, she forced herself to be calm, because Lin Zijin still needed her to take care of her.

In the middle of the night, Lin Zijin walked out of the room, and the moon was still watching TV in the living room, holding the remote control and preparing to change the channel.

"Can't sleep?" Moon looked up at Lin Zijin, he was still so calm, as if nothing had happened.

When something like this happens, how can he be able to sleep? Just like the moon at the moment, watching TV is just to find something to do for himself, and to make a pretext for the sadness in his heart.

The moon kept looking for a platform, and it couldn't be seen for five minutes at a time.

When watching TV, the moon has a very bad habit - he likes to find a channel. Every time I turn on the TV, the first thing the moon does is to take the remote control and look up all the TV stations one by one, and then select a good program or TV series in my memory to watch.

Every time, lemongrass stared at the moon helplessly: You want the rhythm of rain and dew, and you are really impartial!

The moon looked at her with white eyes, while secretly having fun: If Yunxiao becomes the emperor, it will be miserable, and it will be difficult to change the dynasty! He is more suitable to be a Taoist monk, like the Buddha Shakyamuni or Tang Xuanzang, who is pure in heart and has few desires, but is still so handsome that the flowers and branches tremble.

Ha ha......

"Hmm. Lin Zijin responded as he sat down on the sofa beside the moon.

At some point, he had more cigarette cases and a lighter in his hand, and he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Moon felt some comfort in her heart: Zijin finally began to be a little normal.

She was afraid that he would ask her gentlemanly for her opinion, and asked her if she minded him smoking a cigarette.

The milky white smoke soon filled their surroundings, thick and a little indissolvable, like the light gray mist that permeated the frost in early autumn, shrouding the sky and the earth to see clearly, obviously close at hand but not knowing the distance of the heart, as if the forest and the moon at that moment were extremely strange.

"Xiao Qi, before, did I tell you when I started to learn to smoke?" Lin Zijin turned to look at the moon, the cigarette in his hand burning.

The moon shook her head.

"When I was eight years old. Lin Zijin smoked a cigarette to himself, his eyes drifting to the snow-white wall.

Moon was surprised: why did an eight-year-old kid learn to smoke, was it because he was curious, or was it because something unknown had happened to him?

The moon looked at Lin Zijin in the fog and couldn't see his face clearly.

The moon didn't ask why.

She guessed: Lin Zijin was brewing emotions, and since he had started, he would tell her the truth of the matter.

"You must be curious, why should an eight-year-old boy learn to smoke when he is supposed to eat delicious snacks, play with his favorite toys, and play games with his friends?"

"Yes. What came to my mind just now was a thin little boy, smoking with an adult on his back, his eyes were full of loneliness, like a cigarette in his hand, lonely and terrible. ”

"Your description is accurate. ”

Lin Zijin extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand and re-lit a cigarette.

He continued: "The first time I smoked, it had to do with the departure of a person. My mom, who left me and my dad when I was eight years old. Later, I kept asking my father, "Where did my mother go?" and my father told me that my mother had gone somewhere far away. When I grew up, I realized that my father meant that my mother had left us, forever. ”

The moon shifted and sat close to Lin Zijin, next to him.

She grabbed Lin Zijin's free hand, wanting to give him some reason to be strong.

"That was the first time I experienced life and death, and I was still so close to someone. But I couldn't believe it was true. Later, I asked my father: Why did my mother die? My father refused to say, I thought my father must be very sad, and he must be no less sad than me, so I didn't continue to ask. ”

"They must be in love with each other. ”

"Yes, after my mother left, my father didn't find my stepmother, and I was alone, and I felt that my father couldn't forget my mother. ”

Lin Zijin suddenly withdrew his floating gaze.

He stared at the moon's beautiful eyes: "Xiao Qi, but I always feel that my mother is staring at me in a corner, staring at me, and never leaving." ”

"Yes, away from our loved ones, they will watch us from the edge of the sky, silently watch us, bless us. ”

At this moment, what else can the moon do but comfort?

It turned out that today's accident was not the first blow Lin Zijin had suffered.

"I've been smoking since I was eight years old. Whenever I was sad and sad, I smoked like this, and let the cigarette in my hand burn and turn into ashes. It seems that this can take away my worries and sorrows, let me forget those unhappy things, and have a moment of peace. ”

Looking at the slowly burning smoke in Lin Zijin's hand, listening to him tell delicate emotions, the moon can understand his feelings.

She picked up the cigarette case from the coffee table, followed Lin Zijin's example, and carefully smoked a cigarette. Then, turning on his silver lighter, he lit a cigarette.

When the first puff of smoke was inhaled, the moon couldn't stop coughing.

"You are a woman, what are you learning to smoke?" Lin Zijin said, patting the moon on the back.

"It's okay!" she looked at him stubbornly.

"You men are allowed to smoke, but women are not allowed to smoke? You are sad, you are sad, I am sad, I am sad! Why can't I smoke?"

Strangely, the moon quickly adapted to the taste of tobacco, and even fell in love with this feeling of swallowing clouds and mist, just like Lin Zijin described: forgetting unhappy things and having a moment of tranquility.

I remember when I was in high school, I watched Yunxiao smoke occasionally, and the cool look made Moon feel very handsome. So, she begged Yunxiao to give her a cigarette and let her try it.

That time, no matter how much the moon begged and attacked the clouds, he just refused to give her a cigarette and refused to teach her to smoke.

Suddenly, the moon remembered the sun again. The sadness in her heart and the escape from prison harassed her heart, and she needed the comfort of tobacco just like Lin Zijin.

Just now, Moon almost resisted the urge to smoke, she knew that in Lin Zijin's eyes, she was still the girl who was so pure that she was pale, and she didn't want to add anything to him tonight, such as destroying her perfect image in his mind.

She couldn't do it, so she could only grieve herself. In the end, she still couldn't control her heart.

After smoking a cigarette, the moon's empty heart eased a lot, like a hungry person suddenly having a full meal, very satisfied.

"By the way, you don't know my girlfriend's name yet, her name is Summer Blue. Lin Zijin snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, and his tone softened a lot.

That's the magic of tobacco, it calms people down in an instant.

The moon has witnessed its wonders, and in the countless nights after the sun left, it has been numbing itself and becoming more and more awake.

"It's a good name, it sounds fresh, like the sky on a summer morning, blue and clear. ”

The moon suddenly remembered that the sky above the hospital had come this morning.

If a relaxed and comfortable chat can make Lin Zijin forget the pain for a while, she is willing to cooperate with him.

Anyway, she also needs to numb herself and make herself forget about her sadness.

"Yes. She told me that she was born in the summer, on a sunny afternoon. Her personality doesn't match her name very much, she is not the kind of little fresh type, on the contrary, there are some female men. With her, she is like a sister and takes care of me in every detail. ”

The moon didn't know what to say. With her relationship with Lin Zijin, it is strange to chat with another woman so easily and comfortably.

Probably seeing her embarrassment, Lin Zijin looked at the silent moon, thoughtfully, and spoke again after a while.

"Xiao Qi, I met you by chance in the hospital today, I was really surprised and very happy. We haven't seen each other for almost a year! Last year, we had a hurried meeting at the class reunion, and there were too many people and noisy people to talk to you properly. ”

Hehe...... The moon smiled wryly.

"Class reunions are like this, nothing more than some people's show-offs, others are miserable and lonely. No matter how good your grades were in school, now, all you care about is who earns more. ”

The moon deliberately diverted the topic elsewhere, what else could she say?

"Xiao Qi, in fact, when we were together, we were still too young. ”

The moon brushed aside Lin Zijin's burning gaze.

Could it be that the moon still asks: What happened back then, why did you abandon me?

She understands that it's nothing more than no love, the strong love has faded, and she can think clearly of things with her toes.

She didn't even mention it at last year's meeting, and now why does she need to bring up these old things?

And Lin Zijin's sentence of "I'm sorry", as early as when we broke up, he had already said it, and there was no need to repeat it.

Therefore, his words Moon understands: it is nothing more than to tell her that they were too young back then, too young to know love, what is real love.

"Zijin, I know. Some things have passed, so let them pass. ”

For such a reunion, whether it was last year or today, what else can she hope for?

Even if, over the years, she hasn't looked for a boyfriend again, even if she admits that she can't forget the past, even if Lin Zijin's girlfriend has passed.

The moon felt that Lin Zijin was too worried.

Today, she is just not at ease as a friend, to accompany him, and has no other illusions.

The moon is long past the age of dreaming.

Now she feels terrible about her understanding of reality, and she will not be self-righteous to think: such a reunion is a continuation of fate and an extension of the entanglement of love and hate.