Ming Lou was looking at the Tianzhu peony that was blooming very vigorously, and heard a "Mr. Ming" not far away, his expression moved, and he smiled when he turned around. Sure enough, Fang Mengwei was coming up along the path.

When he approached, Minglou said, "I thought you weren't coming, how did you find here?" ”

Fang Mengwei hesitated, but said: "I, I came with Mulan, and Miss He, Miss He, do you know?" He Qicang's daughter. I sent them here to burn incense. ”

"Oh, burn incense, what a coincidence." Ming Lou raised his eyebrows, his smile faded, but his eyes narrowed slightly, "In case you are busy with other things, we may not be able to meet today." ”

"Yes, yes......" Fang Mengwei was under the pressure of Minglou's expression and tone, so he had to laugh too.

It was indeed embarrassing to meet Ming Lou here, which was tantamount to indicating that he was free in the afternoon but turned down the invitation, but Fang Mengwei didn't want to explain too much, calling Mulan was a compromise option for him to hesitate to go to the appointment.

Fang Mengwei diverted the conversation: "What about you, do you also come to burn incense and pray for blessings?" ”

Ming Lou chuckled inwardly. What kind of gods and Buddhas does he believe in as a Marxist, and he makes an appointment outside the city, isn't it because there are too many eyes staring at him in the city, and it is inconvenient to meet?

But he deliberately sighed and said helplessly: "No way, climbing alone, there is always a lack of fun, so I have to come to this ancient temple to find seclusion." ”

This was said quite sadly, which made Fang Mengwei stunned for a moment, and instantly blamed himself - yes, blame him, if he just said that he couldn't come, or came, he didn't have to harm Mr. Ming to spend most of the afternoon.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

As soon as the words of apology came out, he saw that the corners of Minglou's mouth suddenly curved, and he smiled: "Joke, do you really believe it?" He said and pointed around, "You see, the flowers and trees are deep, the winding path is unmanned, the most is a good place to meditate, no one is annoying, it is good to read, it just so happens that this book is also finished, give it to you." ”

"Give it to me?"

"Forget, you ordered the book at the store."

Fang Mengwei remembered the phone call made by the bookstore students at noon, and was surprised: "Did you really buy a book?" ”

"What's so good about that?"

But it costs money......

Fang Mengwei wasn't ready to say it, but he took the book and inadvertently caught a glimpse of the French words on the cover, but he still couldn't hold back: "Original document? You bought the original document in order to get through the phone? ”

Ming Lou shrugged his shoulders and said in an innocent tone: "Chunming is a foreign bookstore. ”

Fang Mengwei stroked the writing and frowned: "It's really extravagant, this money can buy a lot of food." ”

Ming Lou didn't care: "Isn't spiritual food food?" If you don't want it, give it to your cousin, and I remember she's going with you to France too. ”

Fang Mengwei immediately put the book into the crook of his arm: "No, she ...... Learns better than I do, she doesn't need to. ”

Ming Lou really laughed at this time, took a step forward and said, "I have delivered the book, let's go, go down the mountain to eat." ”

Fang Mengwei had no objection, followed a few steps, suddenly thought of something, and his expression moved.

"Mr. Ming."

Ming Lou was puzzled and looked back at him.

Fang Mengwei stepped forward, stretched out his hand and picked up a maple leaf from Minglou's left shoulder, a small and thin piece that was not yet red, and held it up to Minglou, Minglou bent his eyebrows: "Thank you." ”

This voice, even with a smile, was soft and soft, like flowing clouds across the sky, blown by the refreshing wind in the mountains, brushing Fang Mengwei's cheeks, and sending it to his ears, Yingying lifted one of his hearts, and the eyes that cast him on Ming Lou immediately flashed involuntarily.

Ming Lou didn't realize it, and continued to go down the mountain, Fang Mengwei came back to his senses and followed, the leaf in his hand was going to be thrown away, but now he changed his mind and raised his hand to clip it into the book.

As soon as he and Mulan Xiaoyu met in the dining hall, Fang Mengwei suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to borrow money from Ming Lou. But now it seems that it is inconvenient to mention it again, so I have to eat first.

Before, the Fang family thanked Minglou for helping rescue Mulan for entertaining, although Mulan did not attend, but also knew that Minglou saved herself, and her disgust with his identity was much diluted, plus Minglou had the impression that she was a professor in France and had a good academic impression, this time not only strongly invited Minglou to dine at the same table, but also asked with great interest about the situation of Chinese studying in France.

Minglou has always been popular with girls, and Mulan was quickly attracted by his conversation, and even Xiaoyu, who didn't talk much, had a smile on her face.

Fang Mengwei couldn't interject a few times, so he simply gave up and prepared to sleep in the car tonight. While chewing bitter gourd and tofu, he thought that although there was no place to live, there might be extra quilts in the temple that could be borrowed to wrap them, so that they would not be frozen.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard an exaggerated exclamation: "This is Salomé!" When he looked up, he saw that the book that Ming Lou gave him had already been taken by Mulan and held in his hand.

Ming Lou said very face-savingly: "Miss Xie's French level is very good, and she can already read the original documents." ”

Mulan was embarrassed: "I just learned French, it's far behind, I only recognize the name - I heard the professor of Mandarin say that this is a mythological drama, which has been translated into China, and it was performed in Shanghai in the early years, and I don't know what it looks ......like."

"It's nothing special," Ming Lou recalled and said indifferently, "The actress is too pretty." ”

Mulan was excited: "You've seen the show!?" ”

Ming Lou nodded.

In the summer of the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Minglou returned to China on vacation, just in time for the premiere of the drama "Salome" translated by "Salomé" in Shanghai.

Mulan's interest was immediately attracted by acting, and the topic turned to plot and classical mythology. Fang Mengwei heard it in a fog - he didn't even recognize the word on the cover of the book.

Seeing that the three of them were talking happily, Fang Mengwei felt that the bitter gourd in his mouth was a little more bitter, and he put down his chopsticks and said, "I'll eat well, you eat slowly, I'll go out for a walk." ”

Mulan responded perfunctorily, and her whole mind was on Minglou, but Minglou saw that he didn't move his chopsticks much, and asked, "Is this full?" ”

Fang Mengwei smiled shortly: "Well, I'm not too hungry." ”

After going out and walking aimlessly for a while, Fang Mengwei realized that he had nowhere to go - it was impossible to leave Mulan Xiaoyu and go back alone, but there was no place to live.

Fang Mengwei had no choice but to find a stone pavilion in the garden and sit down.

Although there was electricity on the mountain, there were still few electric lights, and except for a small area of light, most of the mountain was completely engulfed by darkness, leaving no outline.

It was very quiet all around, Fang Mengwei looked at the lonely sickle-like crescent moon on the black screen, the cool breeze on his side, and the shape of a single shadow came spontaneously.

Still suffered the loss of not going to college, he thought, otherwise, he would be able to say more wonderful insights than Mulan and others, and ask more valuable questions, so that Mr. Ming's attention could be completely focused on him alone, so that-

Wait, Fang Mengwei was shocked, what was he thinking?

The lingering worries of the days came out again, and soon turned into a stone that pressed him down.

Fang Mengwei couldn't help but sigh.

"What do you think?"

Ming Lou's voice sounded coldly, and before Fang Mengwei could look back, the person had already sat down next to him.

Fang Mengwei was startled: "Are you walking without sound?" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm used to it." Ming Lou smiled.

"How did you get out? Isn't it ......" is it just right to chat-Fang Mengwei muttered in his heart.

"Originally, Miss He wanted to come, but she saw that you were not in a high mood and was a little worried, but I saw that she hadn't eaten well yet, so she took the initiative to do it for her."

Seeing that Ming Lou looked willing to serve, Fang Mengwei was angry: "You are very thoughtful to the girl." ”

Ming Lou looked at him strangely and smiled: "I'm not considerate of you?" ”

The words were answered quickly and naturally, Fang Mengwei was stunned, opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

"It's you who said it yourself, accompany the two young ladies today." Minglou's tone was joking, "If you want to accompany, you should accompany you well, but you don't accompany, so I have to accompany you." ”

Ming Lou said it normally, but his expression was half-smiling and not smiling, which made people always feel that it was meaningful.

Don't...... He's upset?

Fang Mengwei pondered and suddenly understood. Yes, people invited him to travel, but he was vague about whether to go to the appointment, he didn't say anything late, and he also used the excuse to accompany others, and everyone would be unhappy. But when he first saw Minglou in the evening, he obviously didn't react, could it be that he was pretending?

Fang Mengwei didn't dare to guess, and was bent on making up for it: "It's not entirely to accompany them, we went to Xiangshan first, and I didn't see your ......"

Seeing that Fang Mengwei was nervous and embarrassed, Ming Lou sighed: "It's just an outing, you don't want to come, it's not a big deal." ”

The tone of his words was very light, like watching a dead leaf being blown off by the wind, even if he was helpless, but it was also a matter of course.

Fang Mengwei was disturbed by Ming Lou's sigh, and blurted out: "No, I didn't want to come ......" said this, but his brows were knotted.

Ming Lou looked at him for a long time, and took a step back: "I asked Miss Xie, she said that she wanted to stay here with Miss He for one night, if you have something, I can send them back tomorrow morning." ”

The implication is that if Fang Mengwei wants to leave, he can do so at any time.

Fang Mengwei knew that Ming Lou saw his reluctance and gave him freedom.

But he also knew that he didn't want to leave, but for some reason, he had always acted according to his heart, but for the first time, he felt that he stayed just because he wanted to stay with Minglou, yes...... Inappropriate ......

I had to say vaguely: "This, how embarrassing is this......"

Seeing Fang Mengwei's hesitation, even though Ming Lou vaguely knew what he was thinking, he couldn't help but raise his voice: "If you want to, just stay, if you don't want to, just leave, what are you embarrassed about?" ”

Fang Mengwei was shocked by this sudden severity, and subconsciously moved out of the existing reason: "But, there seems to be no place for me to live in the temple......"

"No place to live?" Ming Lou was stunned for a moment, raised half of his eyebrows and looked at him, obviously not believing it.

"Hmm." Fang Mengwei's head lowered, "The monks in the temple told me." ”

Ming Lou slowed down his tone and gave in again: "Then what do you want?" ”

"I ......" Fang Mengwei's hand clasped on his knee subconsciously clenched into a fist, his mind was in a mess, and he vaguely felt that he seemed to be standing at a fork in the road, he had no energy to think about what was right, he could only say what was in his heart at this moment.

"I want to live with you," Fang Mengwei looked up at Ming Lou, "Is that okay?" ”

Ming Lou frowned and stared at him, as if weighing the truth of his words.

But soon, Ming Lou stood up, didn't even ask another question to confirm, and said, "Then let's go, it's cold outside." ”

Before returning to the room, Fang Mengwei first went to the Daxiong Treasure Hall to worship Shakya, but he didn't have time in the afternoon, and he made up for it at this moment, asking for nothing more than that the war was early, and the family could spend their days together peacefully.

At night, the Buddha hall is darker and cooler than during the day, and the face of the Buddha is illuminated by candles, which is more majestic and unpredictable. Fang Mengwei didn't want to stay long, and when he saw that Minglou had no intention of visiting, he appropriately added sesame oil money and left early.

When he entered the room used to entertain guests in the temple with Minglou, Fang Mengwei repeatedly recited in his heart: Staying overnight, just like when he borrowed Minglou's house in summer. But the eyes are still subconsciously looking at the bed-

Fortunately, although the couch is old, but not narrow, two people sleep enough, the mattress looks thick, although there is only a quilt, but lying with clothes, it doesn't matter. Then look at the table and chairs in the room, although simple, but clean and tidy, and electricity, there are lights.

On the chair were Ming Lou's belongings, and on the table were a newspaper and a paper bag with the words "shop" printed on it.

"This is ......" Fang Mengwei recognized it, quickly walked over and picked it up, and said in surprise: "You went to Jishilin?" ”

Ming Lou picked up the newspaper and sat down: "Pass by the road and eat." Originally, he was afraid that Fang Mengwei would be hungry if he climbed the mountain, so he went to the bookstore and went back to Jishilin to buy it.

As soon as he heard the word "eat", Fang Mengwei immediately felt hungry. It was a difficult season, there was not much oil and water in the vegetarian fasting at night, and the amount was not much, Fang Mengwei ran away without eating well, and it was impossible not to be hungry. When he opened the paper package and saw that it was two pieces of bread, Fang Mengwei was surprised: "Can you still buy bread on the market today?" ”

"It's only been these two days, and Ji Shilin also hung up a notice today, and he will be closed the day after tomorrow." Ming Lou peeks out from behind the newspaper.

Fang Mengwei thought about it seriously: "Is it because the communist army surrounded Guisui and cut off the Pingcheng railway line?" "This is yesterday's military newspaper.

Minglou said approvingly, "Except for air transportation, food will not be able to enter Beiping for the time being, and the materials from the air will only enter the army." ”

"That'...... Isn't it going to be without food? ”

"Obviously."

"What is going to be done?"

Ming Lou was unmoved: "No way." ”

Fang Mengwei was dissatisfied: "You can't be hungry, so you are naturally leisurely." ”

Minglou laughed: "Am I not leisurely and useful?" ”

This was true, but Fang Mengwei was still ashamed when he heard it, and when he looked at the tempting bread, he didn't know whether to start for a while.

"What, your conscience is disturbed?" Ming Lou saw him staring at the bread worried, shook his head helplessly, put down the newspaper and picked up a piece, "If you are worried that there will be opportunities in the future, even if you want to give alms at this time, you can only give it to me." As he spoke, he tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth.

"That'...... All right. Fang Mengwei also picked up a piece.

The rest of the bread naturally went into Fang Mengwei's stomach. The bread was really fragrant, and the taste was not seen for a long time, Fang Mengwei chewed slowly, and his eyes fell on the book of "Salomé" on the table, which Ming Lou had brought back from Mulan when he came out of the dining hall.

Although Fang Mengwei was a little lost, he still wanted to find out what the book was about, so he regained the spirit of asking if he didn't understand and asked Minglou, who was naturally willing to teach, so he started with the four Gospels from Salome, and talked about Wilde's play, in which the girl Salome was rejected for her courtship to John the Baptist, and used King Herod to make a promise to kill John first, and then she kissed the head of the dead John.

"How can you ...... like this?"

After hearing this, Fang Mengwei was stunned for a long time, both unbelievable and frightened.

How can anyone in the world kill his lover and kiss his head for the sake of courtship, destroying others and destroying himself? What a strong and terrible emotion this must be......

"You think it's terrifying?" Ming Lou saw that he didn't speak for a long time, knowing that he was not used to this kind of story.

Fang Mengwei nodded: "It's different from our Zhiwei story, this girl is too powerful, too ruthless." "But," he reflected, "But...... There are also some that are admirable. ”

"Admire?"

"Well, at least in the same situation, I can't."

Ming Lou smiled: "So, you also have this kind of thought?" ”

"I ......" Fang Mengwei wanted to say no, but it is undeniable that recklessness is attractive, but to what extent it is extreme.

Seeing that he looked distressed, Ming Lou didn't ask any more questions, only said, "It can make people frightened, but there is still yearning, it seems that Wilde wrote the Bible story with the flavor of ancient Greek drama."

Yearning? Does he yearn for it?

Fang Mengwei didn't know anything about the Bible and ancient Greece, and only blindly thought about the word "yearning" in Minglou.

The hazy moonlight fell on the ground in front of the bed through the window, and there was a faint sound of iron horses hitting each other outside the window, and the room was very quiet, Fang Mengwei blinked in the dark, and finally didn't understand where his faint yearning for desperation came from.

Tonight, he and Ming Lou slept alone, which was the usual way for two people to sleep in the same bed in the army, and Ming Lou did not raise any objections. Helplessly, the bed looks not small, but it looks cramped when it is really lying down, and the two of them are taller than ordinary men, and their limbs are slender, so they fight at every turn.

Fang Mengwei didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing Ming Lou, so he stiffened his body and lay on his side for a while, until he heard Ming Lou's breathing gradually even, and then he carefully raised his arm and slowly flattened his body little by little.

Everything went smoothly, and in the end, there was only one action left to flatten his arm-Fang Mengwei breathed lightly, cautiously put down the hand that was close to Ming Lou at his side, but he touched something at the moment when he was about to touch the mattress.

Fang Mengwei immediately raised his hand, and then realized that it was Ming Lou's left hand placed on his side.

Fang Mengwei's hand stopped, and the novel touch of his fingertips was still there, as if he was trying to attract his hand back.

Could it be that this is also ...... Yearning?

No matter, Fang Mengwei thought, since even the act of killing someone and kissing his head can be widely spread, then what is it if he touches his hands? What's more, Minglou slept very deeply today, not to mention that he didn't mean anything else.

So, the hanging hand gradually loosened its control, sank down, covered Ming Lou's defenseless left hand, and boldly gently closed some knuckles.

Mr. Ming's hands are so cold-this is Fang Mengwei's first reaction. Immediately, the outline of the palm felt in the darkness corresponded to the hand with the delicate joints and slender knuckles that Ming Lou stretched out when he pointed things. It's just that the hand that is usually full of majesty and power is completely defenseless at the moment, and is quietly and meekly held by him.

A strange feeling arose, filling Fang Mengwei's heart, incomparably strange and extremely satisfying.

His eyes were misty, looking at the moonlit ceiling, and he was in a trance, when a Brahma bell rang suddenly, followed by a second and a third...... The bells rang in bursts, waving from the direction of the bell and drum tower - this is a reminder that the temple lights are out, and it is also a wash of chaos.

Fang Mengwei's heart sank, and he suddenly woke up, ashamed in his heart, he only felt disrespectful to the Buddha, but he didn't care about distinguishing where the disrespect was, and why he had such thoughts, he only thought about stopping his hands quickly and lying down obediently.

The hand was retreating, but Ming Lou suddenly raised the hand that had just been released, stretched forward, and grabbed him with his backhand.

This action was so swift that Fang Mengwei almost screamed in shock, and his heartbeat and breathing had to stop.

Ming Lou was clearly awake, but he didn't speak, his knuckles clasped the root of Fang Mengwei's palm lightly and heavily, opposite his palm, and his fingertips were attached to his wrist as if they were nothing, neither oppressive nor cowering, as if everything was natural.

The abruptness and ambiguity of the temptation were deeply pressed down by the still water of the Ming Tower, turning into a stream of warmth, silently infecting the surrounding air, until the bell stopped, the aftermath dissipated, and the night in the deep mountains returned to silence.

Fang Mengwei didn't dare to think about what this meant, let alone make a sound, when did Ming Lou wake up, and his intentions ...... All of them are powerless to pursue.

He wanted to pull his hand out and fall asleep, just as if everything was a dream, and when he woke up, there would be no more.

But he also couldn't ignore the joy after the surprise, he couldn't help but listen to the heartbeat under his chest, and he couldn't help but be retained by the emotions that almost erupted.

He was willing to sink here, and finally came to his senses.

He knew what he was afraid of.