I muttered to myself: My crescent moon......

Anqi said: "I remember that on the day of the holiday, you were watching Lao She's "Crescent Moon"? ”

I nodded. I didn't expect him to remember.

Yes, he's as sensitive to the moon as I am.

"What's that story? Tell me about it. ”

I briefly retold the story, and Angel was silent for a moment after listening to it, and said, "The moon in the sky will be cloudy and sunny, Kang Rong, I won't have it here." He pointed to his heart, "It will always be a crescent moon, and it will always be a ......."

He seemed to find the word difficult to put into words.

But I know that he said "hope."

The new moon is the most hopeless beginning. Therefore, whenever you see the new moon, there will be hope.

Of course, I understand this. Mr. Lao She also understands.

- Because I understand it too well, I have more feelings for the crescent moon.

I forgot to ask me what sign I was, and what it had to do with the crescent moon, and I fell asleep in this clear broken dream.

The next morning, Angel wanted to follow me home, saying that she was worried that the man was still there and that I would be homeless again.

He took me in for one night, and I had no reason to refuse him to come to my house again.

When I opened the door, I prayed that there was still a place to stay in my home, otherwise it would be too embarrassing.

Thankfully, it wasn't as messy as I imagined. Unfortunately, the man is still in my house.

My mother's makeup was all on, and when she saw me bringing my friends, she turned her head away from us.

The man looked at me with a disgusting look that seemed familiar to me.

I quickly returned to my room with my head down, locked the door, irritable and restless.

An Qi whispered, "Kang Rong, your mother seems to be crying." ”

Seeing that I didn't react, he said again, "Your mother won't quarrel with that person all night, will she?" ”

I shook my head, I didn't want to know.

"Do they quarrel a lot?" Angel asked again.

"Can you not ask? It's my mother's business. I looked at him angrily.

"Then I won't ask. Pack your bags and stay at my house for the next few days. Angel's tone of voice was as natural as "the weather is nice today".

No matter how smoky my house is, it is still my home. I didn't feel the need to go to Angel's house again, so I refused.

"You can't help your mother even if you stay here, can you?" Angel said, "Let them solve the adult's affairs, you will only be affected by your mood here." ”

I looked at Angel and wondered if he was the roundworm in my stomach. He had a point; But I still don't want to go to his house.

Because it's "somebody else's home."

And, based on experience, the mother didn't have a long time with the man.

"You don't have to worry about bothering me or anything. I told your mom that she would say yes. Angel said that she was going to find her mother.

I stopped him: "I know better than you what my mom thinks. She wouldn't agree. I said, "If you think it's boring here, go back by yourself." I'll send you. ”

"Kang Rong, are you driving me away?"

I confess that I don't want him to stay in my house any longer; But I don't say this to drive him out.

On the contrary, I seemed to want him to be with me.

"Okay, let's go." Before I could react, Angel went out again.

He was tall and long-legged, and he walked like the wind, and although I was as tall as him, it was not easy to catch up with him.

I finally caught up, and I didn't know what to explain.

"You're back?" I asked awkwardly.

"Hmm." Angel lit a cigarette and expertly spat out a beautiful smoke ring. The cigarette he smokes is very special, not as smoky as ordinary smoke, and even has a faint mint aroma.

"Don't suck it." I squeezed out three words in embarrassment.

Angel's temper that has been angry with me at every turn lately has overwhelmed me. I don't think I understand him.

If he continues to be so uncertain, I may not have the patience to be his friend again.

I thought to myself that I was also an unreasonable neurotic.

"Why do you care about me?" Angel replied to me viciously.

I was frightened by the sharp look in my eyes, and I froze in place.

But the next second, he silently extinguished the cigarette again.

The cold wind of the hunt blows our faces and hair. Angel's action of pinching the cigarette is very handsome.

I thought I might not really understand Angel, who I regarded as my only friend.

When the bus came, Angel whispered, "I'm leaving." ”

I always felt like he had something else to say.

I'm not.

But I didn't say anything after all, just watched the car go away.