I have experienced so many things with Hua Zheng, although I don't know him better than Hua Ming, but I know Hua Zheng better than ordinary people, I whispered:

"Hua Zheng, he's fine. He is indeed very persistent. He was very nice to me, and he didn't care about anything I said. However, I didn't know how to be nice to him, and I thought that if I encountered anything on campus in the future, I wouldn't look for him if I didn't look for him..."

He tightened the arm that grabbed my shoulder, and the palm holding my left hand also increased some strength, and then smiled warmly: "No, Liu Zijun, when you encounter something, you should look for him or still look for him." Especially when I'm not around. Hua Zheng needs to be exercised, he needs to be frustrated, he is already an adult. But, Zijun, I still hope that when you are helpless, you will be full of hope that you will miss me and wait for me..."

Waiting, because there is longing, and beautiful.

He asked me to continue looking for Hua Zheng? It's too complicated to really delve into every one of his thoughts.

I buried my head diagonally in his arms: "Well, Hua Ming, I've been waiting for you, I'm not afraid to tell you, you know?" Since the Spring Festival, I have been alone in the quiet dormitory for ten days reading books that have nothing to do with study, and the moment I finish reading the book, you have become my life goal..."

He hugged me on his left side, looked down at my reddened forehead, raised his right hand, helped me brush the fluffy hair on my forehead that had been lifted by the wind, and said with a smile:

"In this case, if you encounter any sad things in the future, you have to think: for the sake of the so-called goal of 'me', you have to live each day with hope. Think of me as a fireball that is temporarily absent, just wait a little longer, and roll in when dawn comes. When I come, it will be a new day, and a new world, no matter how difficult and desperate yesterday is, it will be nothing..."

I muffled in his arms, "Well, then don't sneeze too much every day before going to bed..."

He suddenly laughed on the edge of the cliff, and the crisp sound of the wind drifted across the mountaintop, and he said, "It's an honor—"

He suddenly kissed my sun-stained hair fiercely, and his voice was low, like the sound of the wind passing by his ears:

"Then, Liu Zijun, there are all kinds of accidents, in case one day in the future, you know something that is difficult to accept, such as: You find out that I am not your beam of light; Or maybe you notice that there's a lot of gloom in my light. At that time, I hope you still don't have to suffer. Don't abandon me so quickly, don't be so decisive in excluding me from your life..."

I looked up at him in amazement and said, "Abandon you?" Hua Ming, you, what are you talking about? ”

He shook his head self-deprecatingly, hugging my shoulders harder and harder, his voice tinged playfully, but still ethereal, "I said it was a hypothesis. If one day, you find out that I am not the perfect man you imagined, don't despair, just remember this sentence..."

I anxiously broke free from his embrace: "Hua Ming, no one likes others to say half and leave half, but a lot of your words today seem to be like this, we still have a lot of time today, I can listen to you carefully..."

He smiled, helped me hang my hair to my ear, shook his head and said, "What's in a hurry, it's not a big deal, when the time comes, I'll tell you... Zijun, if you take me as your goal in life, you shouldn't ask questions, and don't think nonsense, you just need to remember what I said today, and it is enough to work hard in school in the future..."

Don't ask, don't ask.

Whatever...

The myriad of threads he faced, any handful he carried, were much bigger than what I had encountered in the ivory tower of school.

I can't help him with anything, it will only increase each other's concern and trouble.

I whispered a trickle of broken words, and finally fell quietly into his arms, clasped tightly with his large hands.

That day, we sat until the sun was high before we watched the sunrise.

On the way down the mountain, we went to Bixia Temple, and we held hands and worshiped Mount Tai Niangniang in the incense pavilion.

As the saying goes: It's easy to go up the mountain and hard to go down, and the saying is not bad at all.

When I was descending the mountain, my knees were staggered as if I couldn't bear the pressure between my body and the steps, and my legs, which were originally sore, trembled.

Hua Ming saw my embarrassment and insisted on carrying me again, but this time I insisted on not letting him.

"Let me do it myself, you will feel sorry for you when I think of you..."

He hugged me on the steps and kissed me, told me to wait for him, and then went into the woods.

I watched his back bend and search, and soon he came out with a stick with leaves on it.

He picked the bark and the head and tail, pestled it on the steps, and finally stuffed it into my palm with confidence.

That day, I held a stick in one hand and his arm in the other, and the two of us held hands and walked down the stairs, and finally at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon, I saw the long-awaited Song Buliu at Zhongtianmen.

On that day, Song Buliu did not drive the blue Porsche we met for the first time, but changed to an Escalade, he insisted that he would be the east, and drove us straight to Qingdao with high spirits.

At first, he insisted on playing with us throughout the whole process, introducing us to hotels and fun things in Qingdao, but after arriving at the trestle, Hua Ming's tone was unhappy, and he asked for the key and drove Song Buliu out of the car.

Song threw down the car and keys and walked away empty-handed.

After Hua Ming parked the car by the trestle, he took me along the trestle to see the endless sea.

It was the first time in my life that I saw the sea.

Under the long causeway of the trestle bridge, on the supporting beams and columns, there are thick snail shell corpses, exuding a real and fresh smell of the sea.

Watch the white gulls fly in unison, and listen to the sudden moo of fishing boats and yacht motors in the distance.

When we got off the trestle, it was a reef and tidal flat, and we climbed along the beach, and saw the shells spitting bubbles in the cracks of the dry and cracked stones, and saw the little crabs wriggling cutely, and the little fish looking for partners, and we would squat down from time to time.

Holding each other's hearts in the palm of their hands, every frame seems to be like a poem.

After seeing the sea, he then drove me to the majestic Catholic church in Qingdao, where he took me to worship religiously.

At the end of the night, I followed him to a hotel called Huiquan Dynasty not far from the pier.

The room was huge, and after taking a shower, stepping on the carpet, walking onto the balcony with a view of the sea.

Outside the balcony is the sea at night, and the sound of the waves rolls around, adding a lot of sound to the night.

I was on the balcony, quietly watching the prosperity of life in the distant night, and suddenly longed for time to stand still and the years to stop.

He paced lightly to my side, and turned to find him carrying a tray with a glass bowl shaped like a swan, with a hollow back and abdomen, and a ball of milky white in a crystal clear vessel.

There is a hanging ear on the neck of the swan, and a delicate ** red flower is obliquely inserted.