When Moyin Bao'er turned to leave, Wang Yue in the room weakly let go of his hands that were scratching and exposed, and slowly let go of the twisted corners. The pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info teeth that had been bitten so tightly were also loosened, along with the pursed white lips. At this moment, a wisp of blood also trickled down the corner of his mouth.

A certain throbbing in his heart was slowly dissipating with the passage of time, as if he had seen through the thick curtain the impossibly departing cyan figure. He was weakly sunk under the covers, snorting and panting. It's as if you've just experienced an unusually fierce battle.

It took a while for him to regain his breath. After he was silent for a while, he clenched the palms that had become very sore from too much force, lifted the quilt covering his body, then put on the cotton slippers that were placed at the head of the bed, staggered open the door, and walked into the bathroom with his hands against the wall.

The energy-saving light in the bathroom flickered and then lit up. He leaned against the sink and stretched out his hands, which were still a little stiff, and looked at them in front of him. Then he turned on the faucet and put the palms that slowly rose into a different kind of burning water into the icy water, which was the heat released when the muscles were soothed after clenching too hard. It wasn't until he felt the temperature on his hands go down that he closed his eyes and cut off the sight of the hands that were in the icy water, and then he buried his head, picked up a handful of cold, biting water, and splashed it on his face. He shivered smartly, but he felt much more sober.

So he raised his hand to close the faucet with water, opened his tired eyes, leaned against the cold wall in his thin pajamas, and raised his tired eyes to stare at the figure reflected in the mirror above the sink.

He stared at the face in the mirror, the corners of his mouth slowly curled with bitterness. Wang Yue ...... You...... You can clearly feel that she is outside the window, and as long as you lift the curtains, you can see her appearance, and you can even recall what those vague images represent...... Why, why can't you even get out of bed? He heard a voice in his ear, asking him for an answer in such fiery words.

In the face of such a question, he could only slowly raise his hands that were still dripping with cold droplets of water, and slowly hugged his head, "I can't do it......" He whispered, like a lost lamb, trembling his body. "I don't remember...... I don't remember anymore...... If, if I hadn't me......" he trembled cowardly, bowed down, and said something incoherently, but the content of the words became indistinct with the low voice, and could no longer be heard.

After a long time, Wang Yue let go of the hands holding his head, straightened his waist, turned off the light in the bathroom, and walked towards his room dejectedly. He closed the door, sat on the edge of the bed, looked up at the thick curtain not far away with a tired face, his pale lips squirmed slightly, and he muttered in a low voice, "You...... Who is it? Who am I? Why do we ......"

"Are you here? Why can't I remember? Why do I have heartache? Why do I remember your name? Where are you ......"

"Bao'er......" he muttered incessantly, but he no longer felt sleepy. He didn't get up, and opened the curtains, because there was no more of the presence outside the window that made his heart throb. He just pulled the quilt that no longer felt warm, wrapped it around himself, and kept muttering.

In such a murmur, the sound of rain dripping outside the window was imperceptibly quiet, until there was no sound anymore. When the rain stopped, Moyin Bao'er also slowly stopped moving forward. She lowered her eyes, looked fixedly at the small village that appeared in front of her, nodded slightly, and then lowered her figure and appeared on the flattest land in the village. Then she lifted her palm slightly, and dotted a cloud of fluorescent light. The fluorescent light fluttered in the wind in her fingertips, and then shattered into dozens of grains between her fingers, and drifted into every house in this small village.

In the next moment, among the memories of dozens of people from more than a dozen families in the entire village, there was one more family's memory. However, the clearest memory of that family is only the daughter of that family. Because, the girl's parents died of illness one after another, leaving her alone. But this girl is very strong, and after taking care of her parents' funeral, she survived by herself from study to housework.

Perhaps it was the mercy of the heavens, but not long ago, an antique dealer passed by their village, rested on the spot, and then got into a conversation with the people in the village. After learning what he was doing, these people immediately became enthusiastic and dragged him to their home to see those old ancestral objects. The whole village went all over, but he didn't see anything, until finally, he went to her house under the leadership of the village chief, and fell in love with the small bronze Buddha that her parents offered in the hall, and put it down and bought it at a price of 300,000 yuan.

In this way, she was about to drop out of school, but now she has enough tuition fees to transfer herself to a better high school......

Mo Yin Bao'er raised her hand to wipe the sweat dripping from her forehead, and stood a little weakly. Obviously very tired, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a somewhat bright smile. She turned around, glanced in the direction she had come, and whispered, "Wait for me, I'll be here soon." As long as you register your household registration, rent a house near the school, and get a transfer certificate...... I'll be able to go to you......"

Behind her, a crumbling brick and stone house was slowly taking shape. And at the top of a hill behind the house, the blue-shirted boy withdrew his gaze from her, and silently looked up, staring at the sky above him. Above his head, the dark clouds were slowly dissipating, and the rain of the night officially stopped.

The sound of the alarm clock rang again throughout the living room. In the sound of metal knocking, Li Ai slowly opened his eyes. She lifted the quilt and put her coat back on. Then he habitually looked towards the sofa in the middle. But he didn't see the familiar cyan figure. She was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that she had left last night. She lowered her eyes and was silent for a moment, then shook her head, throwing aside the sadness that had risen in her heart.

She rolled over and got out of bed, put on the cotton slippers at the foot of the bed, walked to the dining table in a few steps, picked up the notebook placed among the dozen or so spread out books, flipped through it gently, and found that it was almost dry, so she put it down and picked up the other books. After a rough flip, I found that there was nothing left except for some bends and a little moisturizing. So she exhaled softly, picked out her own and Zhang Zhou's books, arranged them into two neat piles, and put them aside.

After arranging her books, she reached out and touched her bag hanging on a chair next to her. Then he shook his head and turned around and walked towards the kitchen. But as soon as she took a step, her figure froze in place. She narrowed her eyes slightly, always feeling that something was wrong. By the way, why didn't you hear that noisy rain? Thinking of this, she stretched out her hand and pulled back the tightly closed curtains.

The next moment, the bright sky light shone through the curtains and into the somewhat dimly lit living room. Stimulated by such a light, Li Ai couldn't help but squint his eyes that were used to dimness. The next moment, she slowly opened her eyes and stared at the sky above her through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The rain has stopped. There was not a single cloud in the sky. The city ushered in a crisp morning for the first time in a long time, without a trace of fog and without a single cloud. Nothing blocks the sun, and nothing blocks the neon glow.

In such a long-lost brightness, Li Ai took a deep breath, then turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

As she turned to walk to the bathroom to wash up, more people opened the curtains of their homes to welcome the bright morning that had not been seen for a long time, and at the same time to welcome the reality that the rain had stopped.

Friday, December 9, 2016, fine.