There was still a slight drizzle outside, and Zhao Yuan raised the torch, which swayed and churned in the breeze and drizzle. The two put on their clothes, Lin Wenxi's clothes had been dried, but Zhao Yuan's clothes were still wet, Lin Wenxi remembered that his clothes were put in front of the bonfire by Zhao Yuan just now, and his was behind.

Lin Wenxi touched Zhao Yuan's shirt and tried to help him rub it dry. Zhao Yuan felt that Lin Wenxi was already stupid.

Lin Wenxi suddenly grabbed the torch and raised it in front of him to light the way, Zhao Yuan sorted out his clothes, caught up with Lin Wenxi, and said, "This wild road, I'm afraid it will have to rain, let's go faster." ”

Lin Wenxi said with a smile: "The ancients all said, 'The flowers bloom on the Mo, but they can return slowly.'" 'You're good, but you have to rush me.' ”

"It's a splash now, you're a happy ball!" Zhao Yuan pulled Lin Wenxi and kept hurrying, but inadvertently, he found that the dark clouds were beginning to glow, and the hazy half-curved moon was looming behind the stratus clouds.

Lin Wenxi grinned, ran forward with a torch, the torch illuminated Lin Wenxi's cheeks, his eyes flashed with excitement, and his handsome face was as bright as the moon in the sky high in his memory. Zhao Yuan smiled slightly, pressed his hand up and down, and the flute sound was tactful and clear, melodious and melodious, sprinkled to the side of the road, sprinkled into the sky.

Lin Wenxi didn't expect Zhao Yuan to have such a good job, and he could even hear that Zhao Yuan was blowing "Colorful Clouds Chasing the Moon"!

The gentle rhythm and the intonation at the back seem to be able to hear the comings and goings, a deep memory, a full parting, or some cherished blessings.

Lin Wenxi's pace gradually quieted down, and a shallow smile appeared on his face.

The breeze is blowing, the four fields are silent and empty, the moon in the sky suddenly wakes up and is bright, the blue sky is like washing, the moon wheel is ethereal, and the streamer is flying. Fireflies sparkle and sparkle on the first sunny night. In a clear and clear space, in this way, two people are in the wilderness where the wind is free, one is holding a torch in front, his eyes are clear, his expression is intoxicated, and the other is blowing a song like flowing water in the back, repeatedly, up and down. Blowing time and space scattered, blowing through the passing years, it seems to go endlessly all the way, until the end of the world.

The colorful clouds are colorful, and the bright moon is elegant. The bright moon and colorful clouds lean on each other, and the empty mountain flowers fall and flow late. When Lin Wenxi was holding a torch in front, listening to such a tune, looking at such a person, opening his arms, spinning and strolling in the wilderness after the new rain, even at night, it seemed that he could see the rainbow in the sky. Zhao Yuan smiled, his brows moved from time to time, with the accompaniment, sometimes he walked forward, sometimes he moved slowly, the person held the torch in front, and the flute played by one person in the back, and the colorful clouds chasing the moon performed by time.

The two ran back to the house, still unsatisfied, and sat side by side outside the house, looking up at the occasional stars in the sky.

"Look at the stars in the sky, crowded together, so close, but in fact, the distance between the two stars is calculated in light years, even if we are poor for a long journey of life, they are only looking at each other but not touching, but life is gradually disappearing in the process of arrival." Lin Wenxi said leisurely.

"You said that we will leave separately in the future, will it be the same?" Lin Wenxi asked again.

Zhao Yuan smiled: "The two planets don't have telephones, don't we have telephones, and we often contact... ”

You Lin Wenxi think about it, Zhao Yuan can always convince himself in some special ways, so he can only smile helplessly.

"Wenxi, I'll find a way, I will. And, even if... Even if we can't be in a city in the past few years, when we graduate, work, and be free, can't we all choose for ourselves? Zhao Yuan said again, his eyes were still as bright as before, with irresistible power.

"Will you forget me?" Lin Wenxi asked, he didn't think Zhao Yuan could think of any other way.

Zhao Yuan sat up, grabbed Lin Wenxi's fist, clenched it, and said solemnly: "I am definitely the last person to forget!" It's mine... Good... Good brother... ”

Lin Wenxi broke free of Zhao Yuan's hand, his lips trembled, and he suddenly pointed at Zhao Yuan and said with a smile: "Haha, how is it a bit like in TV dramas, boys often accept girls who like them as their sisters." ”

Zhao Yuan wanted to say something more, but he felt like an executioner at the moment, he was picking up a sharp knife and stabbing Lin Wenxi's chest fiercely, and before he could touch the beating heart, he chose to stop.

Since this day, Zhao Yuan has gradually calmed down, and he no longer has the urge to take Lin Wenxi away when he was in a hurry. He knew that he and Lin Wenxi had already had some unusual feelings for each other, and he also knew that some things, if they really pierced a layer of paper, everything might slide in some unimaginable direction, perhaps, it would be burned completely, and he knew that everything left was only waiting, only time. If you don't want to torture Wenxi and torture yourself repeatedly with many things, let everything stop at the present first.

He smiled and said, "Look, I didn't take you as my sister." Then he hummed leisurely: "Sister Lin fell from the sky... Lin Wenxi smiled and said nothing, twisted a dead branch and played around on the dirt, unwritten, not painted, and it seemed like whose name was written.

Tile houses, adobe walls, warm in winter and cool in summer. The cellophane window is very transparent, and the left and right sides of the window are pasted with the window grilles cut out by the countrymen's unique craftsmanship, which are lifelike.

The warm pit is cushioned with dry straw that has just been harvested last year, and a faint straw sandwiched with a rustic atmosphere when tucked twice, nostalgic and warm. On the dry straw is a thin bed of cotton made from the countryside home, soft and comfortable. The mat is covered with a layer of freshly woven reed bamboo mats, exuding a faint fragrance of reeds. At that time, the only yellow light bulb in the bedroom was half-covered with a red paper cover, and the whole room was quiet and peaceful, accompanied by a little water vapor from the warm kang, just like drifting on a bamboo raft on a gentle and smooth river. A skylight pasted with cellophane was removed from the top of the tiled roof, and the moonlight slowly flowed in from under the window, spreading softly and evenly over the entire kangzi.

It was night, and the two of them were lying on the bed and it was a little difficult to sleep, Lin Wenxi's shoulders were tightly pressed against Zhao Yuan, and he opened his eyes.

"Did you sleep?" Zhao Yuan asked softly.

"Nope."

"Why don't you sleep yet?"

"I don't dare to sleep, I'm afraid that when I wake up, tonight will be over."

Zhao Yuan couldn't help but sigh slightly.

Lin Wenxi didn't know how many days there were left. With Hongxuan's ability, if you want to find someone in this small village, it is a matter of wearing a robe to fight the fire, and it will be a matter of time before it burns.

The two hugged each other, and I don't know when, they gradually fell asleep.