Chapter 04 Fireflies under the moon

Outside the window, the rain was pouring down, but inside the house was quiet.

At the request of the light face, even in the rainy weather, the two of us still kept the frequency of dating, but I swear I never had the slightest feeling of boredom, and even had a sense of happiness in it.

The location where the two of us are now dating is a library in the downtown area.

The location was brought up lightly, because I am a man who has always been extremely unassertive about such things.

But maybe it's because of the compatibility of sexuality, and some of the opinions put forward by Qingyan can always touch the best choice in my heart.

The library is a wonderful place for me, quiet and contemplative, and at the same time it is very suitable for a writer because it stores a wide variety of books.

The ancients said: It is better to travel thousands of miles than to read 10,000 books, and for a lazy person like me, reading is a better choice.

It's just that I'm ignoring a problem.

In the past, when I went to the library, I was alone, quiet, physically and mentally immersed, and it was often easier to bring about a breakthrough in inspiration.

And today, I'm here with Qingyan.

It's a date.

There was a book in front of me, a translation of psychology, which was already the deepest impression of this book, and I was perfectly blind to the rest, such as the author, the translator, and even the details.

I think that even if this book is replaced by a Xinhua dictionary, it must be the same reading effect for me.

Because Qingyan is sitting on my left hand side at this time, her soft hair and delicate side face are like an irresistible magnetic field, attracting the metal elements in my body all the time.

Perhaps because my gaze was a little too hot, I wrinkled the tip of my nose and tilted my head to look at me.

And I was acting like an adolescent teenager at this moment, turning my head in a bit of a panic and trying to pretend to be a serious reader.

Luckily, it's not very hot in April, and at the very least, I don't have to worry about sweating on my forehead and exposing my feet.

In order to pretend to be calm, I even turned the book back a page just right, but the characters on the book had completely changed to a way that I didn't recognize.

Suddenly I heard a faint chuckle in my ears, and I turned my head away with pretended composure, this was a chance to be bright.

However, when I cast my gaze, I noticed that Qingyan was writing something in her notebook - this is her habit, she will copy down the passages she likes when she comes along, so she always carries a pocket-sized notebook with her at all times.

It's just that she noticed that I was peeking at her, but she still acted as if nothing happened to me, which really hurt me-

Isn't my mind a little too delicate? I feel like I need to watch more passionate works to cultivate my sentiments.

I pinched my eyebrows, closed the book in front of me, and stood up, ready to change for a book about military warfare or firearms and weapons.

But just before I could take a step, the sleeve of my left hand was suddenly pulled up.

At this moment, the only one who will make this action is Qingyan.

I turned my head again to look at the light face, and before I could speak, the light face moved the notebook in his hand to me.

I looked at Qingyan with some confusion, and Qingyan picked the corner of his eye and motioned for me to look at the contents of the notebook.

I sat back gently, trying to keep the library as quiet as possible, but the two lines in my notebook made it difficult for me to maintain a calm expression:

Why did you peek at me just now?

Do you think I'm looking good today?

I looked at Qingyan a little speechlessly, and Qingyan raised her forehead and smiled her eyes like a crescent.

I really didn't expect that my light face would show such a playful expression.

I seem to have found another point in the lightness, and the throbbing in my heart is about to turn the entire universe upside down.

I took a deep breath, forced myself to resist the urge to kiss her, thought for a moment, then picked up my pen and wrote a sentence under the light words:

Don't show off your beauty in front of me.

Because I'm afraid I'll not be able to help but kiss you.

I put the pen down and pushed the notebook in front of the light face.

I think my eyes must be full of pride at this time, can't such touching love words move you?

I've always been a dwarf in action, but I'm strong in words.

The light face was unexpectedly calm, she just stared at the words I wrote in the notebook and pursed her lips gently.

After a while, she picked up the pen, wrote a few words lightly, and handed me the notebook:

I like it very much, it's just that I'm afraid I won't hear enough.

I was stunned for a moment, I only felt that there was some deep meaning in this sentence, but I couldn't figure it out.

I looked up and noticed that there seemed to be an inexplicable sadness in my light eyes.

I asked carefully, only to find that the light face had regained its usual smiling expression.

She took the notebook from my hand, flipped back a page, and wrote a sentence:

Don't think about it, I just remembered a story I just saw, and I was a little sentimental.

I was a little confused, and Qingyan showed me the cover of the book she was reading, which was a collection of fables.

I put pen to paper and asked:

What's the story?

Light Face: "The Moon and Fireflies", have you seen it?

I furrowed my brow, searching my mind for similar stories, and finally turned to one such fable in the corner of my childhood.

Me: It's a fable on the topic of "arrogance", right?

Qingyan: Yes.

Me: This story doesn't seem to have anything to do with "sentimentality", does it?

Qingyan: I'm not talking about the story itself, I'm just thinking, is the life of a firefly happy?

Me: What do you think?

Qingyan: I don't know, it only survives for a few days by its own efforts, and the moon itself has no light, but it only relies on the sun, but it can last for thousands of years, isn't it too unfair?

Are fireflies happy?

Who can say such a question clearly? Or rather, such a question simply does not make sense.

It's just that, looking at the sadness in the corners of his eyes, I think I should say something:

There is only one moon, so even if it lasts for thousands of years, it is only a longer period of loneliness; Fireflies have many companions in their short lives, which the moon cannot envy.

So, if I had to choose, I would rather be a firefly and find the most beautiful you among thousands of companions.

PS: "The Moon and Fireflies" is a fable article written by Wang Zuyuan.