I Don’t Want This White Moonlight Anymore!

Is it more reliable to stay here?

Zhao Yinqing felt incredible. Why does Sun Lu need to seek a sense of steadiness at this time? People who generally desire a sense of peace of mind are because they have a long-term lack of security.

What has Sun Lu experienced in the past few years?

After standing for a while, she started to feel dizzy again, and then sat down, pressing her temples uncomfortably.

The two sat at an angle. Zhao Yinqing was on the outside, and Sun Lu stared at the person close at hand. She could see her slightly frowned eyebrows and a slightly pained expression.

As I realized, this person had just been diagnosed with a concussion today.

"Why are you here?" he said.

"Let’s see how your hand is handling, but I didn’t find you. My dad said you might be here, so I’ll take a look." Zhao Yinqing held his forehead and looked at his direction. Is it medicine?"

"not yet."

"The glass dross is not clear?"

"Ok."

"Then quickly clean it up, it will be more troublesome after a long time."

Sun Lu answered again, got up, grabbed Zhao Yinqing's elbow and took a little, and the two walked out of this small utility room one after another.

When he arrived in a bright place, Zhao Yinqing realized that Sun Lu's complexion was indeed not very good, his whole state was not good, a particularly melancholy feeling, like being alone in a deep valley, and there was no desire to survive.

Entering his bedroom, the layout here is still the same as many years ago, like when he returned to high school, he was still young and public, and the teenager in front of him was silent but full of vitality.

"There seems to be no medicine cabinet here." Sun Lu's voice pulled her back to reality.

"I have it over there. Go to my room. I don't know if it can be used." After Zhao Yinqing finished speaking, he turned and walked out first.

She used to have a medicine kit for a long time. Aunt Zhang would regularly replace her with regular medicines. I wonder if this habit has been retained for so many years after going abroad.

The medicine box is under the bay window cabinet. I turned it over and opened it. The date is within the warranty period, and it has obviously been replaced.

"No tweezers," said Zhao Yinqing after a pause, "but there are eyebrow clips, do you want it?"

"can."

Zhao Yinqing found it from the drawer and handed it to him: "You have to wipe it with alcohol."

After Sun Lu took it, he took out a piece of alcohol cotton and wiped it out. Then he sat on the bay window cabinet to clean the wound. He started hard and steady. The glass **** embedded in the meat was picked out, most of which were stained with blood, and put it on the paper towel. It is particularly conspicuous when going up.

It should be very painful, but Sun Li's expression did not change a bit, as if these things were not taken out of his own hands.

Zhao Yinqing couldn't help asking: "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Fortunately." Sun Lu said without any emotional ups and downs.

Zhao Yinqing sat on the edge of the bed with his hands propped on his knees, watching him clean up the wound so quietly, and then rubbed alcohol on the wound without blinking, then packed up the medicine box and pushed it back in. Under the cabinet.

In the afternoon, Zhao Yinqing slept for a long nap. After getting up, she felt much better. There was a missed call from Fan Yangxu on her mobile phone. She went to the balcony and went back to the past.

After the connection was connected, the other party opened his mouth and said sorry, apologized, and said that Demon's injury was not serious and told them not to worry.

Zhao Yinqing sneered and said: "That's a pity, I wish he died."

Fan Yangxu smiled embarrassedly: "This matter is indeed because I didn't think about it well. I put him in jail, and if I find time, I will give him a plane and send him to the UK. Can we just get it right?"

"It depends on the mood."

After a while, Zhao Yinqing hung up the phone, looked up at the sky, and the clouds burned through the sky.

Since Demon was still in the country, Zhao Yinqing took a long vacation, and Fan Yangxu did not dare not let it go.

As soon as the luggage was collected, I flew to Sichuan.

Zhao Yinqing posted his own move in the university dormitory group, and then the group exploded.

Ding Zhiqi is already a housewife, marrying and having children, and now the main job every day is to marry each other and teach children. Generally, she doesn't have her own time, let alone traveling, sometimes she doesn't even have time to watch a movie.

Because Chen Yange is busy expanding her career, she doesn't have to think about coming out to play.

The two expressed madness and jealousy, while Jiang Zifan jumped and shouted welcome. After graduation, she returned to her hometown and made contributions to the impoverished areas. In this way, this is the most selfless of them.

Zhao Yinqing flew to Chengdu first, then transferred to Yangtang by car, and finally arrived at the station when his buttocks were about to split.

The ultraviolet rays here are already relatively strong. Zhao Yinqing wore a jacket, long curly hair combed into a ponytail, a cap, and a pair of huge black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

She called Jiang Zifan, and as soon as she dialed out, a figure rushed towards her, and jumped to the front very energeticly.

"Zhao Yinqing!" she shouted with a grin and white teeth.

This guy has a rounder body shape, his skin is darker than his impression, the plateau red still hung on his cheeks, and his temperament has become more active.

Zhao Yinqing tilted her head and let out a "Hi".

Jiang Zifan laughed and said, "How come you look better than before, you don't look like it at all."

Zhao Yinqing said, "I really appreciate your compliment. It's not like you can recognize me."

"The whole station can't find a second person with more temperament than you. Don't be too conspicuous in the background."

Zhao Yinqing was about to be stunned by her rainbow fart, and said: "I haven't seen you for many years, your eloquence is really good."

"That's that. People want to grow up."

The two went out while chatting, Jiang Zifan went to help her carry the luggage, and Zhao Yinqing said, "No, it's heavy, I'll do it myself."

"I can still be afraid of failure. It's rare for you to be a guest. I have to serve you with all my heart." She snatched Zhao Yinqing's luggage with extreme enthusiasm, went to the roadside to negotiate with the van driver, and then went straight to the small village.

The room was booked in advance, the small hotel facilities are simple, the green painted door panel, the door lock is half broken, a single bed, the sheets and duvet cover are all yellowed, there is a TV, which is probably a furnishing, a simple sink in the bathroom, a squat pit , And a sprinkler on the wall.

This is the condition of the poor countryside. Zhao Yinqing was not too surprised, and he accepted this environment with pleasure.

She opened the suitcase, took out the SLR and adjusted it, covered the lens, hung it around her neck, took out a small package and carried her ID with her, and then went out.

Downstairs, Jiang Zifan was chatting with the boss, and on the small table were potato dumplings, cold fern moss, ginseng fruit porridge and highland barley wine.

Jiang Zifan waved to her. The two sat at the table and ate a few mouthfuls. The difference in diet was so great that Zhao Yinqing couldn't adapt to it for a while.

"Are there any places to go shopping nearby?"

Jiang Zifan bit the glutinous rice cake and thought for a while: "There is a street in front of me. There are local specialties and Tibetan accessories. There are many people who usually go shopping."

Zhao Yinqing smiled: "I like those with fewer people."

"Then you can only go to various places. There is a village on the mountain. Most of them are elderly people. For those of you outsiders, the old buildings are more characteristic. It is not safe for you to go up alone."

After the meal, Jiang Zifan accompanied her for a while, and was called to work.

Zhao Yinqing walked and patted, patted the passing cows, the children playing along the street, the mountains and the water, and drank a cup of horse tea, but it tasted too strong for her.

On the third day of wandering, I found a temple with a very small scale, a golden dome with Tibetan style, a white pagoda, and a circle of prayer corridors, which are lined up with prayer wheels, filled with Buddha in the sun. Sex.

Zhao Yinqing pushed over one by one, and when he turned to another turning corridor, he met a black man.

The other party was thin, tall, and dressed very lightly. He had a watch in his hand and a flat head. His face was mostly covered by a pair of sunglasses.

I don't know if it's unlucky to hit it like this. Zhao Yinqing didn't understand the doorway inside. She stopped and stepped back.

Fortunately, she doesn't pay much attention to this kind of culture, otherwise she will die today.

She lowered her head and fiddled with the camera, thinking that she had better change the place to take pictures, but after walking out a few steps, someone called her.

"Zhao Yinqing?"

Zhao Yinqing turned his head suspiciously and looked at the man in black.

"Really you?" he said.

Zhao Yinqing watched for a while, and suddenly got a message from the other party's voice. She was surprised and said, "Fu Ze?"

The other party gently pulled the corner of his mouth and took off his glasses.

Isn't it Fu Ze.

His changes are a bit big, not only in appearance, but also in temperament. The easy-going and closeness he used to be can't be found. On the contrary, he has become cold and distant.

He originally came to Chengdu with a tourist group, and then he left the group and came here by himself.

"Why are you here? Pure play or work?" he asked.

Zhao Yinqing said, "Here, how about you?"

"Same." He saw the SLR in her hand, "What did you take?"

"Just pat."

The two seemed to have nothing to say. Zhao Yinqing had very little contact with Yan Qiaochun. He made a few phone calls when he returned to China. They have not met yet, and they don't know how the reorganized family is now.

But this question is impossible to ask Fu Ze.

Fu Ze said, "Where do you live?"

"There is a small hotel nearby. There are not many places to live here." Zhao Yinqing paused, "When did you arrive?"

"Nowadays."

"Where do you live?"

"It's also a small hotel, and the owner is a fat man with braids."

"..."

Fu Ze smiled and said, "It won't be a coincidence, let's hit a piece."

Zhao Yinqing shrugged helplessly, the meaning is self-evident.

It's fate to meet acquaintances in such a remote place, and it's fate to meet the predecessor.

The separation at that time was unpleasant. After Zhao Yinqing went abroad, there was no news of this person. Of course, she herself didn't bother to learn about him.

Now that so long has passed, the emotions at that time have almost dissipated, but Zhao Yinqing is not willing to touch it in his own heart.

Fu Ze said: "In this case, let's go shopping together."

His face was exposed to the sun, with a first smile, full of sincerity, and a trance like when he first saw him.

In fact, they are all fake.

Zhao Yinqing said: "No, our route is different, I have to go later."