Stuttering Big Boss’s White Moonlight

Gu Miao was awakened.

The lights on the roof were dazzling, and the gloomy pain in his heart came up again. He forced himself to close his eyes and stop thinking.

But the person who came was unwilling to push him hard, "Young man, young man, wake up and see what I've lost? Maybe a thief has entered our house."

The nerves in Gu Miao's brain tense instantly. He jumped up from the bed suddenly, flipping his bag almost frantically.

Ok.

He firmly held the re-adhesive greeting card and the gold-rimmed glasses in his hands, and heaved a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, these things are still there.

The person next to him sighed helplessly, "Who told you to read this? Why are you stealing such a worthless thing? Check if your phone is still there."

Gu Miao drew her pockets, and she was empty as expected.

The person who stole should be one of the people who lived in this room yesterday.

At first, everyone didn't care, thinking he was out looking for work. Until tonight, everyone found out that the valuable things in his pocket were gone, and the man never came back, and found out that something was wrong.

Coming out of the police station, the night was already full, and the cool breeze slowly passed by. Gu Miao walked at the back of the group, feeling cold and astringent.

He had no idea where to go.

There are many tall buildings in the distance, the lights are brilliant, and the night sky is dotted with few stars. This city that carries the dreams of countless people is still beautiful and prosperous.

But the young man's heart was sad, the cold evening breeze blew the flowers by the roadside, and a few petals were floating in the night.

The dim street lamp illuminates the road, and his eyes seem to melt into the endless night, empty, dark, without any light.

The thief was arrested quickly. He was obviously the first time he committed the crime. His techniques were not so old and he didn't plan the route very much. The trajectory of his actions was clearly photographed by roadside surveillance.

But those phones had already been sold, and in the end he found only a watch in his package that had not had time to sell.

The police changed the watch to Gu Miao, and comforted: "Young man, it's okay, take the things back first, and we will recover the phone as soon as possible."

I bought the watch with all my salary from last summer vacation, but even a fraction of the watch on her wrist was not enough.

Gu Miao took it in silence.

Tonight's night sky is adorned with a crooked moon, and the boy looks up in the empty street.

Moonlight is very gentle.

There were some tears in his silent eyes.

The young man who used to hide in the dark mumbled the moonlight madly and humblely. He didn't dare to come close, so he just looked far away and felt satisfied.

But the moonlight fell into the mortal world, and generously took care of him.

That was the warmth he had never felt before.

So greed grew crazily in his heart like weeds, and he began to fear the day without light, and fear to return to the dark world.

He knew he wasn't worthy, but the moonlight was so beautiful, he couldn't help but feel delusional when he looked at her.

The thin figure of the young man wandered in the night of the sea market like a lonely ghost.

He has no family, no money, and even his only dream no longer belongs to him.

There was a row of buses parked in the distance, and a few summer flying insects were flying in front of the lights.

A middle-aged, short, middle-aged man came over and said, "Hey, boy, do you want to go by car? It's the peak period recently. The tickets inside are all sold out. I still have them here."

It turned out to be a ticket vendor.

Gu Miaomu grinned and ignored him.

The person sticks up like a cowhide, "Look at my ticket. You can go everywhere. Look at Nancheng, Linshi, and Pingcheng. They all have them, and they are all cheap."

The boy's footsteps stagnated, and when he spoke, his voice was dumb and difficult because he hadn't spoken for a long time, "How much is it to go to Pingcheng?"

His eyes passed through the cold and bustling street scene and melted into the vast night of the sea market.

Perhaps this city never welcomed him. He lost his parents here and was kicked out of the house. Even the only warmth and longing in life left him.

The night breeze was cold and long. When the uncle heard there was a play, he became interested, "Pingcheng, it's a long way away. The bus has to ride for a day and a night. My ticket is a sleeper, 280 tickets."

The young man lowered his eyes, and the silent night wind blew the corners of his clothes, making him extremely thin.

"Take one," he said.

The uncle was overjoyed on the face, "Oh, good, now the nearest train is at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and the bus to Pingcheng runs once a week. If you are not in a hurry, you can buy next week's."

"It's this week," Gu Miao said.

The ticket is a thin piece of paper, which seems to be blown away at any time in the hand.

Gu Miao crouched down on the side of the roadside of the bus station, holding his luggage.

The night breeze was cool, he was only wearing a thin short sleeve, and a layer of goose bumps formed on his arm when the wind blew.

In the middle of the night, several cars roared towards the street at the bus station, gradually disappearing into the night.

He flipped out the patched greeting card in his bag and looked at it over and over again, showing nostalgia in his cold eyes.

At night, the bus station was a bit deserted, and the uncle who bought the ticket had nothing to do, so he squatted beside Gu Miao, looking up and down with a pair of glasses.

"This is what your little lover wrote for you." He teased.

The boy's lips were so white that he shook his head.

"Then you should like her, I don't think you look like you go one day or two days, what's the matter, don't you go to talk to her alone?"

The boy looked sad, "I can't disturb her."

The uncle patted her thigh, "Why? Don't just tell me, why bother, if you don't go to her, you may regret it forever."

A bus at the entrance was roaring, and many people stood under the bus, wiping their tears, saying goodbye.

Uncle Nunu said, "Look, they are all leaving tonight. They are going to Songshi, which is farther than Pingcheng, to see what these people are crying like."

The dull crying became more and more of the night, and got into Gu Miao's arms. The shameful delusion in his heart was like a dandelion seed drifting in unintentionally, growing silently.

Just one look, he told himself silently in his heart, just one look.

Then finally I said happy birthday to her and left by myself without disturbing her again.

He took the card back into his secret bag and stuck it with the pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

The car lights not far away were dazzlingly bright, and the boy was carrying his bag and carrying his most precious things in more than ten years to make a permanent goodbye to his beloved girl.

The crystal lamp on the top of the living room reflects a little bit of light and sprinkles on the smooth marble slab.

Fu Xun was lying on the sofa playing games when the landline next to him suddenly rang.

He picked it up impatiently.

"Hello, are you the residents of Building Three? A gentleman at the door said to call for Miss Cheng."

The game is going to a climax. The teenager didn't want to listen to this, and replied perfunctorily: "Let him in."

After hanging up the phone, the teamfight was lost. He threw his cellphone on the sofa in a dull manner, and when his head became clear, he suddenly remembered what the security guard said.

Looking for Cheng Chu? He opened the door, stood at the door of his house, and saw a boy walking far away in the night.

His hair seemed to be combed carefully, and only one strand was blown by the breeze, leaning on his forehead obliquely, looking gentle and handsome, but Qingjun's eyebrows were full of fatigue.

But Fu Xun didn't notice this. He put his hands on his chest, but only thought of the look of Cheng Chu when he came back today.

Girls usually use all kinds of exquisite clips to fix their hair with a little muddy water, tens of thousands of small skirts are all dirty, and blood is drawn on the calves and arms with small stones. He still gritted his teeth when applying the medicine, and said nothing.

The young man came closer and looked at Fu Xun with a sincere expression, "Hello, I want to find Cheng Chu."

Fu Xun raised his chin and looked arrogant, "You live in Yuqing Lane?"

Although I don't know why he asked, Gu Miao nodded.

After hearing his answer, the young boy's narrow and long phoenix eyes instantly lit up.

Gu Miao lowered his head, always arching his back slightly, pleading, "Can you tell her, am I waiting for him at the door, my name is Gu Miao."

Fu Xun looked at him and said coldly: "She said she didn't want to see you."

The villa area is brightly lit at night, and the lush camphor trees are swaying in the wind.

The young man's face turned pale in an instant, and he seemed to be drawn out of his strength. He staggered slightly before barely standing upright.

I don't know how long it took, he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than bitter, and his voice was hoarse, "Then can you say to her instead of me, happy birthday."

Fu Xun looked at him with a look of despair. The anger that had just burned weakened a little, but his tone was still blunt, "She is in a bad mood today. Try to come again tomorrow. Maybe she is in a good mood tomorrow and would like to see you. Up."

The young man's face was pale, but his black eyes were darker than the night, and they were bottomless, without a trace of light.

He whispered: "Thank you."

Fu Xun was inexplicably guilty, "Okay, go back, there are still a few days before her birthday, just keep it for yourself."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The swaying night wind was very cold, and the broken breath was scratching his throat like a knife.

Gu Miao thought of the snow in Pingcheng when she was a child, and it seemed to be so cold.

The moon is very bright tonight, but with a light and fluttering sentence, the world is completely out of light.

He stood at the door of the villa, lost his mind, and did not know how long he stood.

Light rain gradually floated in the sky, drenching his carefully combed hair to meet the girl.

I don't know how long it took until the clothes on his body were getting soaked, that he suddenly remembered the broken greeting card in his bag.

He crumbled and hugged the bag in his arms, dripping rain from his wet forehead.

He squatted down and moved to the edge of the fence, firmly protecting the bag in his arms, but the eaves were very narrow, and the pattering rain still dripped desperately on his calf.

The rain gradually stopped, and loud dog howling came from the villa next door.

The fence on the side made a soft "creak", and the girl stood not far away, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.

"Really you? It's so late, what are you doing here?"

Gu Miao suddenly raised her head, her dark eyes seemed to be lit by stars.

His pale face dripped with water.

I don't know if it is rain or tears.

The author has something to say: Gu Miao: Before leaving, I just want to see her again.

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