Chapter 56 Fifty-five

It’s been a long time since I’ve enjoyed the scenery of a moonlit night. How many beautiful nights have passed away gently in chaos.Looking up and staring, I only feel that the moon is rounder than usual, and the stars are much brighter than usual. Looking at the bedside calendar, I know that it is almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. The Mid-Autumn Festival in the lunar calendar is probably the most nostalgic day for those who grew up in the countryside.I remember when I was a child, whenever the moon was full, I thought that the Mid-Autumn Festival was coming.Of course, we didn’t understand the meaning of Mid-Autumn Festival at that time. We only knew that we could wear new clothes and worship the moon god. fresh fruit.

A moon cake as big as a mother's bun, A watermelon as round as my father's bald head, A persimmon as red as a younger brother's cheek, Cracked like a pomegranate my sister laughed out loud. These naive and strange metaphors are all good lines that I thought I was proud of in the Mid-Autumn Festival essay competition when I was a child. Unexpectedly, the joy of the past has changed with the situation, but it has become a melancholy memory of today.Only this star, this moon, will still be as round and bright as before, as bright as Alan's eyes, as round as Qiuming's face.

real!I seem to see Alan's melancholy eyes and Qiu Bai's fair face from the light and shadow of the stars and moon.However, I suddenly changed my perception of the past. I think the stars are much more beautiful than before; there are so many, so bright, and they seem to be full of happiness and pride.And the moon; so lonely in comparison, so desolate without a companion; forever floating and lonely in the world of stars. Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, and Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night.What a sad line!I think of Qiuming, under the moonlight, maybe drifting to that strange island, unaccompanied, pity yourself!

No!She may be resenting me and hating me. In the past few years, I haven't written a single word to her. If she still misses me, she can only find out a little news in my home letter. Why did I cruelly crush a girl's heart?Why do I begrudge my feelings so much, why do I. please forgive me!Tyumen!I subconsciously leaned against the railing on the window, looked at the moon in the sky, and murmured. You coward!You ungrateful man!You cruel fellow!In the remorse, there seemed to be a harsh scolding sound, ringing in my ears. Tyumen!I lowered my head in fear, quickly closed the curtains, stroked my hot cheeks, and fell down on the bed in shame.

There are still a few rays of moonlight leaking in through the window gap, like a few terrible torches, which are probing into the depths of my heart.Then, a series of more vicious scolding voices: Liar of love, stop covering up!Touch your conscience!You yourself violated your original intention, you once loved Yanan sincerely, and you rushed to the battlefield with your life.However, a bomb will blow up your love.In the change of three months, you have rekindled Alan's old love; moreover, you will be living together soon.you relentless bastard, you No!No!Tyumen!You do not know me!You and I cried out in pain: I must explain to you, I must.

go find her!go find her!This is your last chance to repent.The stern voice sounded again: go to Hong Kong to find her, before Alan comes back! Yes!I go!I go!Tomorrow, tomorrow!I decided on this action impulsively. I planned how to leave the nursing home, how to hitchhike south, how to advertise missing persons in the newspaper, how to tell her frankly the twists and turns of the past few years, how. In the meditation, the excited mood also calmed down, closing his eyes, as if picking off the moon, holding it in his arms, and falling asleep comfortably.