Mu Xinrong had been hiding a secret in his heart, and he had been slowly falling in love with someone without realizing it. By the time he discovered it, it was too late.
Perhaps from that day of their first meeting, he had met his god......
Mu Xinrong huddled in the corner of the rusted container, his knees drawn up to his chin. The sound of rain outside the metal sheet was like countless tiny fists beating against the world. The rain that leaked in through the cracks formed shallow puddles at his feet, reflecting his pale face.
The moldy cardboard boxes exuded the smell of old times, mixed with the sour odor of the distant garbage station, weaving into an impenetrable web.
He stared at the warm yellow glow of the convenience store across the street, and watched the water droplets dripping from the umbrella tip draw winding traces on the glass door, which looked very much like the electrocardiogram curves in the hospital corridor.
Until that figure came into view - the boy's black umbrella slanted through the rain curtain, the hood of his dark gray sweatshirt slipped down to the back of his neck, revealing a white neck that shone with the luster of mother-of-pearl under the street light.
"Are you stupid?"
The voice penetrated the rain curtain with just the right amount of chill. The moment Mu Xinrong looked up, water droplets from her eyelashes fell and hit her wrist, startling her.
The purple eyes were close at hand, and the light flowing in the pupils was like broken purple crystals soaked in ink, with a cold silver halo at the edges, but a touch of warm gold spreading at the corners of the eyes, like purple ice about to melt in winter.
A strange emotion suddenly arose in Mu Xinrong's heart. He seemed to have seen these eyes somewhere... He tried hard to recall them, but his memory seemed unable to give him the answer he wanted.
"I will try to like you..."
A voice faintly echoed in his mind, but he couldn't tell where it came from.
Immediately afterwards, some fragmented images came to Mu Xinrong. He felt his head buzzing like a headless fly and could hardly hear the sounds around him.
"If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent... It's raining so hard, why don't you go home?"
The kind-hearted boy had actually been observing him for a long time. He was not a nosy person, but for some reason he came over. Perhaps it was fate's guidance.
"What is home..."
He heard his own voice, like a bubble rising from the bottom of the sea, so fragile that it could not withstand a single blow.
"Huh?" The young man frowned slightly and looked at him with an incomprehensible look. He couldn't help but think: This guy might have some problems with his brain.
"Don't you have a home?"
The young man looked at Mu Xinrong's childish face. That innocent expression didn't seem to be lying, so he asked in a voice as soft as possible.
Hearing the other party's words, Mu Xinrong's eyes gradually darkened, replaced by a dead silence, and his memory was blank. He stayed in the collective box in a daze, watching everything happening in the world from afar.
The world is so vast, where can he find a place to stay?
The boy's brow furrowed slightly, and the ribs of the umbrella rubbed a red mark on his palm. Mu Xinrong noticed a light scar on the base of his left hand, shaped like a butterfly with its wings spread.
Raindrops rolled down the edge of the umbrella and landed on the back of the boy's hand, but he was completely unaware. He just stared intently at Mu Xinrong's gray pupils, as if he was trying to decipher some ancient code.
"In that case, I can give you a home."
These words carried a certain magnetism, like the crisp sound of a key being inserted into a lock. Mu Xinrong saw the rain curtain behind the young man suddenly crack, and a ray of light penetrated the clouds, landing on the ends of his slightly curly hair, coating them with a layer of gold.
The overlapping shadows of the two people were reflected in the accumulated water outside the container. The outline of the boy gradually overlapped with the white coat in memory, and finally condensed into a glowing statue.
"Your name is..."
"Mu Xinrong..."
When the hand reached out, Mu Xinrong smelled the faint scent of soapberry from the other's cuff, mixed with the coolness of rain.
The moment their fingertips touched, he recalled that night on the hospital rooftop when the boy had pointed at the starry sky and said, "Every star is a birthmark of the universe."
The temperature of his palm at this moment is just like those stars named "Chao You Ye", which flicker and weave his entire universe.
"Chao Youye, please give me your guidance."
The boy's smile was like the rising sun, warm and clean, his eyes sparkling with stars, stunning the time.
It was on that rainy night that Mu Xinrong fell deeply in love with his god.
(Time dividing line————back to reality)
He never broke the thin window paper between them. If one day he expressed his love, could they still continue to be friends?
Would the other person hate him? Mu Xinrong was afraid. The love he dared not express had been buried in his heart for countless days and nights. He kept telling himself over and over again, "They are friends. I never have such thoughts about friends."
The name "Chao Youye" is really too important. He drank a lot of coffee and sat by the window. The cold wind blew on his face. He looked at the tall buildings not far away and a bright moon hung in the sky.
The moonlight outside the floor-to-ceiling window was like a handful of scattered silver, coating the dark circles under Mu Xinrong's eyes with cold frost.
He couldn't count how many sleepless nights this had been. The coffee machine roared for the third time, and the black coffee in the glass was covered with tiny oil droplets, reflecting his trembling fingertips.
Chao Youye's name rolled over and over on the tip of her tongue, like a mint candy that melted in her mouth, so cold and bitter.
He stared at the pinned dialog box on his phone's screen. The chat history stopped three days ago, when the other party sent him a photo of a new blue cat with the caption "Named Xiaorong, because like you, he always likes to curl up in the corner of the sofa."
At this moment, the words suddenly blurred into flickering spots of light, and the sound of my heartbeat drowned out the traffic outside the window.
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