The faint awakening of Zhan Xiao's eyes hadn't opened yet, and his body had crawled towards the bed.

Yinzhen closed the book and placed it on the bedside table, and took the water cup and sent it to her lips. The grape juice, which was no longer cold, was sweet with a slight sour and astringent, so Zhan Xiaoyi, who had closed his eyes, frowned, pushed away the cup, licked the corners of his lips, and went back to sleep in disgust.

She slept peacefully on his half-reclining body, his eyes darkening as he stroked the long hair on her back.

The breath was gently blowing on his chest, and the awkward upturned lips touched the smooth texture with the heat in his mouth.

Yin Zhen tentatively called lightly, smiled and muttered as if in response, his fingers clenched the sheet under him and pulled hard, rubbed against his chest, dragged the corner of his neck socket and buried his face in it.

The small room was plunged into sudden darkness, and the cold air of the air conditioner became quiet.

Yin Zhen pulled the thin quilt on her back, gently moved his somewhat stiff body and lay down slowly, and the person in his arms suddenly pressed his shoulder and snorted dissatisfiedly.

The helpless low smile contained the doting softness she had never heard, and the warm hand grasped the cold little hand and covered the heart, accompanied by a light kiss that fell on the lips.

A faint sweet and sour stained his lips, and in the quiet night, her breath lingered. It's not a shallow peck, it's not a point that has not been nostalgic during the day, and the forgetfulness lingers between Wei Qi's lips, sucking the beauty and sweetness that belongs to her and belongs to him.

The sleeping person didn't know what to dream, and the chuckle overflowed his lips, not as ghostly as a girl on weekdays, with a hint of the charm and well-being of a little woman.

The inky black eyes were staring at the self-closed eyes, the outline was faintly visible in the darkness, half-tilting his head and entangled with his lips and tongue, accepting his giving and asking without dodging or hiding, sighing coquettishly.

A long sigh slipped from his lips to the top of his head, and his clenched little hand scratched twice on his chest like a cat around his neck, and the unsteady slight gasps gradually calmed down under the gentle patting of his palm.

Yin Zhen's fingers wrapped around the ends of her hair that fell on the thin quilt, looking at the black of the ceiling and closing her eyes, her chest rising and falling gently with the rhythm of her breathing.

When I woke up, Zhan Xiaoyi, who found myself wrapped around someone's body, shrank to the corner of the bed in horror with the quilt in his arms, pulling the corner of the quilt to block his face. Seeing that the clothes were still the ones worn yesterday, except for a small belly and two calves that were wrinkled to reveal a small belly and two calves, he exhaled a long sigh of relief.

Yin Zhen lay on her side on the edge of the bed, her long thick black eyelashes covering her eyes, still maintaining the posture she had before she retreated. Her arms were stretched out under the pillow, and her other hand seemed to be hanging on the bed around her waist, and the curved curves and gaps of her legs made Zhan blush, as if she saw herself still lying there entangled with his limbs.

Zhan smiled cautiously and stepped on the side of the bed and stepped on the ground, didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and quietly walked to the door and quickly got out. Yin Zhen looked back at her tense back and shook her head silently, a very shallow smile on her lips.

When they met again, they were in the courtyard, and neither of them spoke, each sitting on a deck chair drinking tea or coffee, looking at the book in his hand.

The small courtyard after the rain is unusually refreshing, and the summer heat is gone. The breeze blew, carrying gusts of light smoke and the smell of sandalwood, which diffused in the air.

Zhan Xiaoyi squinted his eyes and secretly looked at Yinzhen, his serious side face had deep facial features, and his low-hanging eyelashes bent out of a beautiful arc and cast a small shadow on his face. The slender fingers gently turned the pages of the book, and the white jade wrench fingers pressed on it were sunlit, shaking out a moist luster. The teacup moved to his lips in his hand......

Before he could dodge, he was caught.

Yin Zhen leaned back in the chair and turned his head to look over, smiled dryly, closed the book that had not been opened, stood up, and busily shook around the various rooms, cleaning, laundry, and cooking.

Such days seem to pass slowly, but also leisurely, like a real holiday.

Occasionally, when she goes out with a smile, Yinzhen will follow her, and she doesn't push him away without asking where she goes, and the two of them walk side by side in alleys, streets, supermarkets or lively vegetable fields.

Yinzhen will help her to carry the heavy bag, Zhan smiled for fear that he would pull the wound and silently refused, so he took her hand and put it on her waist, she blushed and lowered her head, and he held her hand all the way back to the small courtyard.

Habits are a terrible and subtle thing, and when some people have something or something that becomes a habit, it is difficult to go back to the past.

The quiet in the small courtyard is as always, two people and a cat, or sitting in the courtyard basking in the sun and reading books, or sitting in the hall watching TV and playing games. He would naturally hold her to his side and lean against his chest, and she quietly felt his breathing and heartbeat.

She gradually understood his preferences, what flavors he liked, what tea he liked, what kind of tea he read, and what books he read. He would sit next to her with a book, watch her play her favorite games, watch her favorite tourist geography columns, nonsensical funny films or pretentious little love and art films. He was expressionless about all the things he looked at in the movie, but she would lean on him and laugh, or cry and fall asleep.

Life seems to have become a simple life day after day.

At the end of the summer near the end of the summer vacation, Zhan Xiaoyi pulled Yinzhen on a long-distance bus and ran to the Jiming Station, which is nearly 200 kilometers away from Beijing. The ancient blue brick city wall does not see the once prosperous post road, it is barren, and only the sense of heavy historical vicissitudes remains.

Standing on the city wall, the wind and sand blew the white skirt at the ankle and rolled out an arc like clouds and smoke, smiling and looking up at the blue sky and sighing helplessly. It seems that even if she stands here, she still can't feel the beautiful yearning for love or sadness that the classic "Journey to the West" brings to her classmates.

Yinzhen stood aside with her waist on his back, his long hair brushing his cheeks and floating behind him. He saw her ignorance and disappointment in his eyes, just like her incomprehension of the ending of the movie, he also understood it, but he couldn't tell her about it.

Regarding love, people who do not have ups and downs will not understand, and the ups and downs must be appreciated with heart. People who taste love for the first time only taste the shallow sweetness of it, and have not had the opportunity to experience the trouble of separation, how can they understand the bitter pain of parting.

Zhan smiled and sat on the city wall and let the wind blow by, leaning on Yinzhen's shoulder and looking at the yellow sand in the distance, the ethereal desert, humming a song, the voice was faint and distant.

Yinzhen listened quietly, his gaze stayed somewhere ethereal, as if he was on the horizon and in the clouds.

"Some people say that when you really understand Journey to the West, you really understand love. When you understand the love of your life, you really understand what sadness and helplessness are. Zhan looked at Yinzhen with a smile, his eyes seemed to be stained with sand and dust with misty mist, "But I still don't understand...... Why do they cry when they see this piece of yellow sand in the camera, or they don't even have the strength to cry. Do you understand?"

The cheeks resting on his shoulders were pressed against his neck, and his powerful arms were wrapped around his back to hold her in his arms and hug her tightly.

How much love and righteousness is needed behind a person who understands words, and his heart is sad, blood and tears. If you don't understand a sentence, how much is the desire to understand, how much is it necessary to feel, and how many years does it take to experience the taste.

The two of them walked side by side into the yellow sand, and when the wind blew up the dust, he turned to protect her to his chest, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face in her clothes.

On the way back, I was bumpy all the way, and I was drowsy with a smile, and I heard Yinzhen ask in a low voice if he wanted to go to Tibet. The slender fingertips wiped the light pink marks on his palm, and the small palm of his hand was ironed around his waist through his shirt, listening to the steady heartbeat in his ears, and whispered back: "When I grow up, I'll go back next year." ”

Her heart beat chaotically, and the hand holding her cold fingertips gradually tightened, only to hear her add another sentence like a whisper, "I want to or not, Tibet is there, the wind does not shake the rain and does not move." Whether I go or not, the temple is there, and the Sanskrit chanting is non-stop. If I'm in a hurry, I'll always go back again. Next year, when you wait for the summer vacation...... Are you going with me?"

For a long time, neither of them spoke again, and she leaned quietly against him as if asleep. He nodded slowly with his jaw tightened above her head, her hand clenching the hem of her shirt and rubbing against her chest.

The cold yellow sand was flying outside the car window, and it was blown away by the wind. The afterglow of the sky faded behind the ancient city walls, plating the mottled green bricks with a warm halo of kumquat.

When I returned home, I smiled and added another stroke to the jokes of the log, and the four directions of the world - love gathered, scattered, and chickens chirped. For the first time, there were no pictures, no text, just a simple record.

Yin Zhen saw her update on the other end of the network, which was accompanied by a song, not the love of her life sung on the city wall, but the delicate female voice of Zixia Fairy: Chasing dreams.

Every place she has been to carefully depicts the local customs and customs, and every land has been marked on the map by her, and it seems that only the vast Xinjiang and mysterious Tibet in the northwest are really left.

In that large blank space, a small text is clearly presented: some places, a person's travels. On the way, I stopped and stopped, felt nature and myself, and listened to the heart that belonged to me behind the lens under the backpack. Perhaps, I will meet another self...... Sit down, look at each other, and quietly say hello and cherish each other.

Yin Zhen sat in her room, looking at her travel map, silent, and a smile gradually appeared on her lips.

This kind of playing together, one side records and the other side seems to have become another habit, and the huge city of Beijing has made the two almost walk all over.

Zhan smiled and took him around the streets and alleys, unknown shops with their own characteristics, early morning, afternoon, and evening.

She would suddenly stop in a certain store for a long time, pick up a small hand-embroidered cheongsam from the dazzling shelves and compare it to her body, pull the hem of her skirt and tilt her head to look at him, he shook his head with a smile and she pouted and put it back.

Yinzhen dragged her to the Forbidden City, the Old Summer Palace, and finally turned back to the Lama Temple, which was separated by a wall from the small courtyard.

As if he had walked by countless times, he held her hand, and watched slowly and quietly every time. But he couldn't resist the surging and undulating waves in his heart.

Things are not people, but people have changed their appearance in the scene.

Brick by brick had been built in front of him and another her, and they had become ruins that could not be remembered. In the old days, the garden lost its delicate color, and only the incense under the light of the Buddha was full of Sanskrit sound.

In the alley home, two people held hands and were dragged by the dim street lamp.

"Do you remember his name?"

Stop in front of the courtyard gate and look at each other. He spoke softly, and there was no love in his inky black pupils.

The brainless question made her stunned, and she met his waiting gaze with a smile, and suddenly raised her lips and chuckled, unscrewed the key and pushed the courtyard door.

He stubbornly took her hand and stood on the stone steps, she turned her head and tapped her fingertips on her chest, smiled and left two words, and ran briskly into the courtyard.

"Yinzhen. ”