The twilight of the setting sun shone through the window, reflecting on the pages of the unfolded book of the Western Star, on the serious expression of the Western Star.

To tell the truth, Chen Jia originally thought that Western Star came to the library to be fresh, and did not have the desire to read seriously.

But. Chen Jia raised his eyes to look at Xixing, who was reading seriously, and he couldn't read the words in the book in front of him.

Xixing felt the man's gaze from time to time, a little shy, but he was attracted by the love story of Marguerite and Armand, so he couldn't care about Chen Jia's gaze.

Chen Jia closed the solemn book, a little curious about what kind of story could attract Western stars who never liked to read. He walked to the side of the Western Star and plunged into this tragic love story with her.

Xixing closed the book hard, feeling a little sad, she cried loudly: "Chen Jia! Why! ”

Chen Jia was a little panicked, he carefully coaxed Xixing, and watched left and right to see if the librarian had come.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

"Why did Margaret die! Marguerite wanted to see Armand until the last second of her death! Where did Armand go!? Xixing pointed to the book, and tears fell from his eyes and smashed into Chen Jia's heart.

"Margaret's death was predestined, she had lung disease and was often in a bad mood, and she hoped that she would die sooner." Chen Jia pushed the book away from Xixing, took Xixing's hand and patted it gently.

"If Armand were with her! Margaret won't die! Xixing retorted loudly, causing dissatisfaction among the surrounding readers.

Chen Jia cast an apologetic look at those people, stood up and took Xixing's hand and said, "Let's go out and say..."

Xixing lowered his head and obediently followed Chen Jia out of the library.

It was already evening, and the street lamps were lit one after another, replacing the dim moon in the sky.

Chen Jia pulled Xixing to one of the street lamps, and the light of the street lamps fell on them, casting a pitch-black shadow on the ground.

"Chen Jia..."Xixing lowered his head, gently holding Chen Jia's hand, tears filled his eyes, "I don't want Marguerite to die, Armand has always loved her, why can't they be together..."

Chen Jia looked at the depressed Western Star, a little incomprehensible.

"That's why... Margaret is sacred, and her death sublimates the whole story. ”

Xixing let go of the hand holding Chen Jia, squatted down, and wiped his tears alone.

"I don't want this story to be sublimated... I want Margaret to come back to life..."

"Stars..."

Chen Jia was a little helpless, he didn't know how to coax this little star who was suffering for someone else's love story.

"Chen Jia... If I die... Will you be like Armand? ”

Xixing suddenly whispered, Chen Jia frowned, walked up to Xixing, squatted down at her, looked at her sad eyes and said, "Xingxing... You're not going to die... It's not going to die..."

Xixing's tear-stained face looked at Chen Jia, and under the illumination of the street lamp, Chen Jia's expression looked a little sad.

Xixing stood up, turned around, and wiped his tears, "Of course I won't die!" I'm an alien! ”

Chen Jiakong raised his hand, looked up at the back of Xixing, and smiled sadly.

"You're not going to die..."

Xixing wiped his face against the moon, stretched out his hand to Chen Jia behind him, and pointed to the moon with the other hand.

"Let's go! We're going to go along these little moons! Go to the moon! ”

Chen Jia looked up at the pretending normal Western Star, closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes, the sad look in his eyes was gone, replaced by a hope full of dead silence.

Chen Jia stood up, took the hand of the Western Star, and quietly made a wish to the moon.

"Wangshu, Artemis, Moonlight Niangniang, Moonlight Bodhisattva, Fubai, please bless this kind little star... I wish to make a wish with my life, please bless her..."

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After Chen Jia fell asleep in the Western Star, he came to the secret base of the Western Star alone.

Chen Jia sat on the ground, took out her mobile phone and searched for the word lung cancer.

Chen Jia looked at the introduction above and couldn't help but put down the phone and became painful. Chen Jia remembered the violent cough of Xixing before going to bed just now, covered his aching heart, and gasped with difficulty.

"What's wrong? Want to die? You just take two steps forward! ”

The sudden sound startled Chen Jia, who turned his head to look and found that it was the person who was called the little lantern by the Western Star.

Tang Fengyu took a sip of wine, sat down beside Chen Jia out of sight, and handed him a pack of tissues in disgust.

"Wipe your snot. But if you die, Little Star will probably be very sad, after all, she likes you so much. ”

Tang Fengyu tore off his hat, let his hair be blown by the roaring wind, and said curiously to Chen Jia, "What did you do to her?" Why does she like you so much? ”

Chen Jia shook his head, he didn't know why Xixing liked him so much. As if her liking came for no reason, she has been pestering herself since that encounter on the rooftop.

"Tsk... Why are you so stupid! I don't even know how she likes you. ”

Tang Fengyu pulled the wide bloomers to the crook of his legs, revealing his strong calves, and put his hands on his knees.

"Where did you take her today? I searched for her all afternoon and couldn't find her. ”

"Library...," Chen Jia replied honestly.

"Oh..."Tang Fengyu looked at the windswept trees in the distance, feeling infinitely melancholy, "What you proposed?" ”

Chen Jia shook his head.

Tang Fengyu watched his movements and knew in his heart, "She led you there for an afternoon?" ”

Chen Jia nodded.

Tang Fengyu smiled and said angrily: "If Xixing is not sick, you are definitely not worthy of her, and your whole body will look better." ”

Chen Jia lowered his head, he knew this truth very well, his own dust was not worthy of the shining star.

Tang Fengyu cut his hair, put on his hat, and stood up. After taking the last sip of wine, he flung the bottle underneath.

"She may make you breakfast tomorrow, maybe not. But if you do, you have to say it's delicious, no matter how bad it is. ”

After Tang Fengyu dropped this sentence, he turned around and left in a dashing manner, leaving Chen Jia to sit alone on the rooftop.

"That's right! The way you cried just now must not be seen by the Western Star, it's too ugly! ”

Tang Fengyu ran back out of breath and shook the back of Chen Jia's head with his hat.

"Don't be decadent in front of the Western Star, she works so hard to make you happy, don't make it difficult for her."

Chen Jia covered the back of her head and looked at Tang Fengyu who was going and returning, and nodded aggrievedly.