Mortal Romance

"Whether it's this house or this city, it's enough to make me fall in love at first sight and fall in love for a long time."

"This is called a sense of belonging." Shen Yunhuai put down the steaming teacup and glanced sideways at Song Yile, "Everyone is born looking for their own world, and I used to design with this idea of ​​giving. Later I think not everyone is so lucky to find it, because it's not just a place and a space, it's more like another person makes you feel, it's more like, only that person can make you feel."

"No matter the ends of the earth, wherever he is is home."

"Probably so."

Song Yile was startled, nodded after a long time and couldn't help asking: "Brother Shen, have you found that person yet?"

"Well, I won't tell you." Shen Yunhuai smiled vaguely.

The movie on the TV had already shown to the end of the credits, and Song Yile found out that it was an Academy Award-winning movie called "Moonlight Boy". There is no grand finale of birth, old age, sickness and death, only a brighter future.

"Do you think love can't be separated from dependence?" Song Yile put down his teacup, but his eyes fell on the coffee table.

"Why do you have to clearly distinguish between love and dependence." Shen Yunhuai paused, "Whether you are dependent because you like it, or you like it because of dependence, you just need to know that for the rest of your life, there will be someone who will not be there when you come. will leave."

"He'll always be there."

"Give you the right to act coquettishly and willfully, give you dependence and freedom, and give you all the love in the world."

Song Yile thought a little out of place, Shen Yunhuai's well-spoken words are really pleasant to hear, and some innate accents are stubbornly mixed in the gaps, but what about this little imperfection?Even though Venus has no arms, he is still the god of love admired by everyone. As long as someone loves you, your advantages are beautiful and your disadvantages are lovely.

There is always another kind of unnamed tacit understanding between adults. After talking with each other openly, it seems that some words don't need to be said too clearly. Song Yile looks into Shen Yunhuai's eyes, which are very deep and clear, and can even reflect own rosy cheeks.In fact, he could have given some irrelevant answers, but Shen Yunhuai was always like this, clear and upright.

Song Yile felt that he probably fell in love with Shen Yunhuai, because he hoped that he could become the ethereal and dreamy rest of his life in Shen Yunhuai's mouth.

"Hmm. You're right."

Song Yile responded, but his voice slowly lowered, probably because the alcohol didn't officially evaporate until the middle of the night, Shen Yunhuai was still cooling down his brain and just confessed his blatant confession, when he heard that there was no sound beside him, he looked down .Song Yile has already fallen asleep with her neck tilted and her bright red tip of her tongue exposed.

The child has long eyelashes and a small chin like enamel, like a pear flower ready to be watered with dew in the morning.Shen Yunhuai wants to be that flower folder, so that he doesn't have to wait for a long time for the branches to face the dew, and he doesn't have to be the fallen flowers that fall into the flowing water.

Neruda talked about love and said that blue light and rocks, shepherds and fig trees, waterfalls and lions, all kinds of scenery are not as good as a house with a lover, two people, three meals for four seasons.

When mortals fall in love, the seal carving in their bones seems to be the soul of a poet. I hope to write all my love for my lover into poems for the world to spread and sing.

Chapter 12

When Song Yile woke up the next day, his head was dizzy, tired from a hangover, his eyes were sleepy and he was not even clear.Just as he was about to go back to sleep, he remembered the bits and pieces Shen Yunhuai said last night, so he just brushed up the broken hair that fell on his forehead, put on his slippers and went to look for Shen Yunhuai in a "slap-tap-tap-tap" manner.

It was just after eight o'clock at that time, and I thought I could sleep until noon after drinking alcohol last night. Song Yile got up early, but Shen Yunhuai was earlier than him. After going around the house, Song Yile did not find Shen Yunhuai.

I wanted to send a message to ask him where he was, but I searched the room but couldn't find the phone.Song Yile pushed his waist and scratched his head in frustration for a while, but from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of an upside-down basket on the dining table, his mobile phone was safely put aside, and a note was pressed on the ground.

"I'm afraid you'll get a hangover and make some hangover soup, heat it up before drinking it. If you have something to do, go to the city instead of going to the bar. I'll charge your phone for you. If you have something to do, wechat."

"Something WeChat" was scribbled with a few horizontal lines with a black pen, and changed to "Nothing, WeChat". The writing force was so strong that the paper was scratched.

The inscription is as simple as ever.

It's okay to get up early, Song Yile plans to go to the hotel.Passing by a grain and oil store, the dilapidated wooden door is half open. The boss and Shen Yunhuai are very familiar. He is an old man over seventy years old. The younger one was playing a classic old drama, and Song Yile greeted the old man.

"Morning Zhang, good morning."

The old man's reaction was a bit slow, and he turned around after a while: "Hey Xiao Song, I got up really early today."

"Brother Shen was earlier than me." Song Yile paused, "Did he tell you where he went so early?"

The other party shook his head, and Song Yile didn't care. He just signaled to him that he understood. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he received Xiao Chen's WeChat and sent the words 'Brother Song, help'.Song Yile's eyelids twitched, and before he even had time to say goodbye, he walked quickly to the scenic spot.