Summer is not late, good day is good

Chapter 36

The room was pitch black, and the window was covered with pale white moonlight. With the light of the corridor, after she got used to the change of light, she realized that Zuo Chenan and Ben were not lying on the bed, but were standing by the window, facing The direction of the moon outside the window, standing silently.

What she saw was his back.

She had never seen him like that.

Lonely.bleak.Standing in desolation.

Outside the window, there is a dark sky and a full moon.

Such a scene reminded her of a wolf howling alone at the moon.

For animals like wolves, she never felt afraid, but in awe.It is said that this lonely and rebellious animal has only one partner in its life...

Every time I watch TV or picture albums, on that night of the full moon, the animals standing on the top of the cliff, screaming to the sky and screaming in desolation, what kind of affection and sadness are there?What he called was the soul-stirring reincarnation?Sensitive, she always thinks about such pictures and is inexplicably moved.

But tonight, seeing him in this ward, such a picture, aroused associations that shocked her heart.

The wolf, in front of him, does he have similar loneliness and desolation?Do they have the same longing and affection?
He, and she, stood like this.

She was at the door and he was at the window.

In such silence, he must have heard her footsteps and the sound of opening the door, but he was not disturbed, as if nothing in the world existed, only the night, and his loneliness...

She didn't know what to do.

quit?leave?However, his footsteps were firmly watched, and he couldn't take a step away; his eyes seemed to be glued to his thin shoulders, and there was a sore pain somewhere in his heart, and his eye sockets turned hot, it was because of the sight in front of him. For him, or for the imaginary picture of a wolf under the moon in his mind?

She doesn't know, doesn't know anything...

Standing like this for a long time, his voice resounded softly in the dark night filled with light white moonlight, like strings plucked quietly in the dark night, provocative, "What color is the moon tonight?"

Her chest was instantly filled with the sound of the piano, as if the string echoed, swaying in her chest over and over again, causing her pain.

"It's... Pale white..." Her voice was a little difficult.She didn't understand why her throat was so tight when she spoke, and she didn't understand how he knew it was her who came...

"How do you know me?" She finally couldn't help asking.

He was silent for a moment before he said lightly, "People who are blind have a very sensitive sense of hearing and smell. Your footsteps are different from others. You...have the scent of jasmine..."

(End of this chapter)