Hearing her mother's voice, Zhang Shiyu reluctantly turned her head. She didn't know what she was looking at, but she felt that something was attracting her. She looked at that spot again and then turned back and said, "I think the moon is really beautiful tonight, so I looked at it a little longer."
Hearing her mother's voice, Zhang Shiyu felt a pang in her heart and reluctantly turned her head away.
She couldn't quite explain what she was looking at, but she had a strong feeling that something incredibly precious was hidden there, drawing her gaze and making her reluctant to look away.
She glanced at that spot again before turning back, forcing a smile, and said to her mother, "Oh, Mother, why did you come out? I just thought the moon was so beautiful tonight, so I took another look."
Why did you come out in this cold?
"Hurry, hurry, let's go back!"
Zhang's mother looked puzzled and followed her daughter's gaze to look at the moon.
It's still the same moon!
Zhang's mother looked puzzled and followed her daughter's gaze to look at the moon.
It's still the same moon!
It's just a tiny crescent moon, not even a full moon, what's so interesting about it?
“Isn’t the moon always like this? It’s not the fifteenth of the lunar month today,” she couldn’t help but say.
Thinking her daughter genuinely wanted to see the moon, she reminded her again, "If you want to see it, come back on the fifteenth next year! The moon will be much prettier then."
"There's only a tiny crescent moon now, nothing special to look at."
Afraid that her mother would ask more questions, Zhang Shiyu quickly said, "Oh, Mom, it's just that I'm happy tonight. My mood is different, so the moon looks different to me."
Zhang's mother asked with great doubt, "Really?"
Zhang Shiyu nodded and said with certainty, "Yes." After saying that, she turned her head and looked at that place again. It was still pitch black there, and she couldn't see anything clearly, but for some reason, her heart suddenly calmed down.
Gu Che watched Zhang Shiyu enter the house, listening to her mother's concerned scolding. Unconsciously, he held a broken twig in his hand and slowly lowered his eyes.
She murmured to herself, "She forgot, but she's happy!" Her voice was as soft as a breeze rustling through flower petals, as if afraid of disturbing anyone.
"As long as she's happy, that's enough, isn't it?" This was said as if to oneself, yet also as if to someone else.
Looking up at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky, he chuckled softly, a hint of indescribable emotion flashing in his smile, a mixture of relief and loss. "As long as she's happy, that's enough."
Nothing else matters!
"As for me? It's best not to appear in front of her. Just watch her from the sidelines."
"Anyway, all I brought her was pain, and I didn't bring her much happiness." A bitter smile appeared on his lips.
A gentle breeze swept by, ruffling his hair, as if someone had answered him across the river of time.
Gu Che stretched out his hand, feeling the wind flowing through his fingers. "I knew it, we're on the same wavelength."
"If you don't answer, I'll take that as a yes." As soon as he finished speaking, a breeze blew through his hair and gently landed in his palm.
Gu Che held the strand of hair, slowly lowered his head, and looked down. His long eyelashes, like two wings, covered the emotions surging in his eyes like a tide.
He stood there quietly, as if time had stopped for him, and the whole world consisted only of him and that window emitting warm light.
After a long while, he took a deep breath, as if he had used all his strength to convince himself, and slowly raised his head to look at the window again.
Her smiling face involuntarily appeared in my mind; she was always meant to be like that—happy, fulfilled, vibrant, and radiant.
Instead of being like in the previous life.
She's wonderful!
Gu Che silently withdrew his gaze and instead looked up at the bright crescent moon in the sky.
The moonlight was cool and clear, just like many years ago, but it was also a little different. Tonight's moonlight seemed to carry a special kind of gentleness, shining on the earth and on him as well.
His ears were still filled with her laughter, a laughter that seemed to possess a magical power, causing the corners of his mouth to unconsciously curve upwards. That smile carried a hint of satisfaction, yet also concealed endless longing and regret.
Isn't this good enough? He asked himself repeatedly.
Isn't this the happy life Lin Yu has always longed for?
From then on, he would protect her happiness.
Those painful and utterly corrupt memories are nothing more than remnants of nightmares. They should not surface, but rather vanish quietly like dust in the endless river of history, never to cause a ripple.
Just like him, she shouldn't have appeared in the picture of her new life.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, then slowly reached out and covered his eyes with his arm, trying to block out the overwhelming longing.
At that moment, the world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the sound of his own heartbeat and the deep longing suppressed in his heart.
Gu Che murmured to himself, "She's very happy, very blessed!"
He shouldn't disturb her long-awaited happiness.
That night, Gu Che stayed in the tree outside the door for an unknown amount of time.
Anyway, he always left early and returned late, and the people at the educated youth settlement were already used to it.
That night, different people had different dreams!
Zhang Shiyu rarely dreams, but tonight was quite strange; she dreamed of a figure.
The man was dressed in armor, exuding a heroic and imposing aura, resembling a general.
Like a victorious warrior returning from battle, she stood in the corner like a psychopath, shouting something loudly.
Then the scene shifts, and it becomes her and the general again.
Then, as if she had bewitched him, the general treated her with utmost care and kindness.
She felt as if she were locked in the backyard, unable to go out, and the general would always bring her back all sorts of delicious things from outside, as if she had a magical treasure chest that could always pull out all kinds of novel and strange foods from his pocket.
Sometimes it was delicate and sweet pastries, their smooth texture still lingering on the tongue; other times it was sweet and sour candied hawthorns, each one plump and tempting in color. Whenever she felt a longing, whatever she wanted, this general could magically grant her wish.
In her dream, she was overjoyed to be in love with this general.
Every day, she would sneak out to a large, flower-filled garden, and, with a mixture of shyness and anticipation, secretly gaze at the general's figure.
As time went by, her affection grew stronger, and she often meticulously sewed clothes for the general.
Seeing the general put on the clothes she made herself and build a swing for her, Zhang Shiyu could feel the happiness bubbling up inside her at that moment.
And that swing seemed to hold all their joy and happiness.
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