Moonlight tears only rely on a leaf, the beauty of the country is heartbroken and the two of them
The clear sound can pierce the darkness better than moonlight.
"You don't want to talk, right? All right then... My name is Ye Yi, Ye as in leaf, and Yi as in the beginning of a new cycle. You can call me Little Leaf. I don't know why you are crying, but I think you should be grateful for your tears." The clear and pleasant voice, with its surprising words, interrupted the rhythm of sobbing, but received no other response.
The voice could only continue to talk to itself, "Because pain allows you to touch the truest life itself. Tears or smiles are just different disguises of the same heartbeat; pain or happiness are both proof of the existence of life."
Perhaps you feel that the dry truth is too abstract, "Let me tell you a story. The Buddha said a parable:
A man was walking through the wilderness when he suddenly encountered a ferocious tiger. Terrified, he turned and fled, the tiger hot on his heels. He reached the edge of a cliff and clung to a drooping, withered vine in his hands, dangling in mid-air. He looked up, and the tiger on the cliff roared at him. Then, looking down, alas! There was another tiger below, its maw wide open, waiting for him.
To make matters worse, he discovered two mice, one black and one white, desperately gnawing at the withered vine he was clinging to. At this critical moment, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a delicious strawberry growing on the edge of the cliff.
So, he climbed the vine with one hand and picked the strawberry with the other, put it in his mouth, tasted it, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It tastes so delicious!"
"What do you mean?" The intermittent tears finally condensed into Xue Jiuyue's voice, wrinkling the moonlight.
A clear voice gave the answer: "How delicious it tastes! This is the most vivid feeling in our lives! Even if your life hangs by a thread, your breath is almost gone, but that vivid feeling is the proof of life! Why bother to think, to dwell on, to worry about yesterday and tomorrow? In the present moment, we are alive, how delicious it tastes! I think, therefore Descartes is not here; I feel, therefore I am! I cry, I laugh, I grieve, I am happy... Those bright and striking emotions are what prove that I am alive, my heart is as fresh as if it were held in the palm of my hand. Without these sad and happy moments, wouldn't life be a muddled and empty nothingness? Have you ever thought about this: if you kneel before the Buddha and ask for nothing, is there any meaning in living?"
"That kind of plainness is better than the suffocating heartache now."
"Being and non-being give rise to each other, difficulty and ease complement each other, length and shortness contrast, high and low complement each other, sounds harmonize, and the past and the future follow each other. Without deep heartache, how can there be selfless happiness?"
I understand the truth, but the pain still persists, blocking all thoughts.
"Well, I have to use my ultimate move! I don't know what you've been through, but I know it must be because you haven't met the magical me! The magical little leaf can heal all the pain in the world. Just look!"
It was like telling a fairy tale to a little child, but the clear voice was mixed with a sense of solemnity and ritual, and it revealed an irresistible self-confidence that infected Xue Jiuyue and made her look up with tears in her eyes.
The moon at that time was very round, large, and bright, reflected behind his handsome features, endorsing his profoundness. The moonlight was also stained with his aura, nurturing a strong skeleton, breaking through the tears in Xue Jiuyue's eyes, scattering them into the stars behind him.
"Do it with me."
Ye leaned sideways, letting the moonlight illuminate the shadow between them. He stretched out his right hand and held it flat in front of him. "Blow all your worries into your palm."
He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and threw it into the distance. Then he spread his palm again, slightly closing his fingers, as if holding a pool of nectar. "The troubles just now have been thrown away. Now I hold the brand new moonlight in my hand. Look, it is so clean and transparent, without a trace of trouble."
Xue Jiuyue sat on the steps beside the playground, listening to the fairytale description and looking at the fairytale scene. She felt that the silhouette that made the stars and the moon in the sky become a foil was embroidered densely in her heart by the moonlight...
Thunderous applause rang out again, expressing the highest respect for the performers, but it also inadvertently shattered the dream in the moonlight.
"Are you asleep?" But the tears that rolled down along with the applause were still flowing; those handsome features and star-like eyes were still breathing their own breath in their hearts.
"Ye Yi, little Ye Zi, who are you..." Xue Jiuyue asked herself silently. There was no answer, but Liu Che's warm voice beside her whispered with concern: "Are you awake?"
"Am I asleep?"
"From the sound of it, it seems so. Are you not sure either?"
"Yeah, looks like he's asleep."
…
Just like last time, Liu Che insisted on sending Xue Jiyue home first, and then he took a taxi to leave. When they were about to leave, Liu Che hesitated to express his gratitude and said with a blushing face: "Actually, you don't have to accommodate me. I can 'see' with my ears."
Xue Jiuyue understood that Liu Che had mistakenly believed she was not interested in the concert because she had "fallen asleep." She playfully said, "You should have told me earlier that we should go outdoors or go to the movies! You made me unable to breathe all night! Let's try another activity next time!"
Liu Che was nodding his head hurriedly when he suddenly heard Xue Jiuyue say softly, "Silly Xiaoming, thank you for accompanying me to the concert! I've always loved this symphony orchestra since I was in middle school."
Angels and demons pierced through reality and illusion, hammering at Liu Che's resolve. He turned and left, his mind reeling, the curtain of night closing in...
Less than twenty days had passed since Xue Jiuyue's "forced breakup" of their relationship, and today, Tu Xinyue had brought her fourth boy to Inch of Time. If Tu Xinyue hadn't insisted on splitting her bills, she would have been mistaken for a "shill."
The boy today was clearly a different type from the previous three. He wasn't the tall, thin, and cool type. Instead, he had a muscular build, bronze skin, and toned muscles that stretched his white T-shirt to the point of bursting. He must have been busy, so he only had lunch with Tu Xinyue and left at Zhou Ying's behest.
Tu Xinyue, now "single," felt even more at home. As usual, she reclined on the sofa, her nail-dipped fingers intertwining and moving as if weaving magic. A seemingly casual glance could send a spring breeze rippling the misty waters that harbored all the world's desires. A single, careless ripple transformed Qian Jianjun into a delicate, "shy" flower.
Or perhaps she would use her bony, white hands to support herself, carrying a sorrowful and pitiful look that seemed to entangle the resentment and pity of past and present lives, and look at Ke Yike with a sad and pitiful expression. The scarlet beauty mole at the corner of her left eye was like a teardrop, more like poison, dripping into Ke Yike's heart, making him flee like a heartless person.
"Change your boyfriend again?" Xue Jiyue sat directly across from him. The two had chatted many times recently and had a very harmonious relationship.
"No, Sister Yue, let me make it clear again, I am still single. Those you see are all close friends, the kind who don't interfere with each other." Tu Xinyue retracted all her magic and protested miserably against Xue Jiuyue's arbitrariness.
"Can you find true love like this?"
"Tsk, Sister Yue, this is the only way to find true love!"
There must be some weird talk again. Xue Jiuyue was a little curious, "What is it?"
"Desire has always been the culprit that interferes with our rationality, and the same is true in the emotional realm! Just like eating, when you're hungry, everything tastes delicious. Only when you're full do you know what you love most! Only when your physical desires are satisfied can you see the true love in your heart!"
Xue Jiuyue still couldn't agree with Tu Xinyue's theory, "It's all heresy!"
"Really? A well-fed granary leads to a culture of etiquette. In the past, even holding hands before marriage was considered a serious sin. Why was there no such thing as pre-marital phobia? Why was the divorce rate so low? Because if you don't get married, you won't even have enough to eat, let alone enough to eat and sleep!"
"Isn't that great? A stable marriage."
"What's good about it? That's the result of the constraints on human nature! Whether you like it or not, you're only given this one bite to eat. As for your psychological feelings, they're completely suppressed by public opinion and not taken into consideration at all. In the end, you can only be lonely in your inner boudoir, with the cold stars accompanying your tears!"
When Tu Xinyue was moved, her big eyes sparkled, and with the teardrop-shaped cinnabar mole at the left corner of her eye, she looked so pitiful and endearing.
Fortunately, Xue Jiuyue was already immune to it. "Your magical power is useless to me! I have something serious to tell you. Did you see the girl I was chatting with just now?"
When Tu Xinyue heard about the serious matter, she became serious. "I saw her. She's the one standing in the front left, the one wearing the floral dress?"
"Yeah, remember the day we met, I said that scumbag was holding hands with a girl..."
"Oh, oh! This 'cousin' is really a bowl of 'clear soup noodles'!" Tu Xinyue took a look and gave her own evaluation.
The apt and popular metaphor made Xue Jiuyue laugh...
Qian Jianjun and Ke Yike, a pair of "brothers in distress" who were both harmed by Tu Xinyue's magic, also gathered together at this moment.
"Ahem, I know you like Xiaoyue, so are you a little unhappy with me now?" Qian Jianjun was so straightforward that it was a bit choking.
"Ahem." Ke Yike cleared his throat twice before finding his words. "No, no, no, no..."
"What's the big deal? There's no shame in admitting it, just like I don't like you either!"
This time it was even more direct, choking Ke Yike so much that his narrow eyes widened.
Ignoring the other person's surprise, Qian Jianjun continued to shock people with his words, "You are so handsome, so young, and so talented. I'd be surprised if I enjoyed looking at you!"
"But this doesn't affect our friendship!"
Qian Jianjun turned the corner so sharply that he almost threw Ke Yike out.
"Cough cough..." A series of coughs finally brought Ke Yike back from being thrown out of the sky. "Friend?"
"Well, you're good at basketball, and I love it too; you enjoy making cocktails, and I'm good at wine tasting; you're good at cooking, and I love food. We might have more common interests in the future. It's not easy to find such compatible friends."
"You are the boss of the company, and I am just an employee. Our status is too unequal."
Qian Jianjun immediately noticed the sour smell of Ke Yike's jealousy, "Sour! You're still so young, who can be so sure that the next McDonald's won't be born from your hands? This is not your usual style! I think you still can't let go of Xiaoyue!"
Before Ke Yike could deny it, Qian Jianjun asked again, "Do you think that, with Xiaoyue's excellence, the two of us are her only two alternative answers? Let's put it this way, we might not even be qualified to be shortlisted, so there's no either-or conflict between us, don't you agree?"
"You are so young and promising, so rich and powerful, how could Sister Yue not be tempted? How is it possible that you are not even qualified to be shortlisted?" Ke Yike still couldn't completely let down his guard.
"If Xiaoyue is really that materialistic, is she still the Xiaoyue worth protecting in our eyes? And if Xiaoyue really cares so much about material things, could she have ingeniously created a cafe like this, one without time and worldly constraints? Trust my eyes, I won't be wrong!"
Ke Yike met Qian Jianjun's penetrating gaze. The knot in his heart that had been pent up for two days melted away by the sincerity and confidence that came straight at him. "That makes sense! It's true what you said."
"So, not only can we be friends, we should be friends, because we have similar interests and the same goal - for Xiaoyue's good! Don't you agree?"
"Mr. Qian is right!"
"Still calling me Mr. Qian? Just follow Xiao Nian and call me Brother Jun!"
"Okay, Jun-ge!"
"That's right. We will be brothers from now on. Xiao Nian is like my own brother. You and Xiao Nian have a special relationship too. We are even closer relatives!" I don't know if this can be considered a scam, but Qian Jianjun and Ke Yike became brothers again from friends.
Qian Jianjun, the older brother, quickly brought the conversation back on track. "Ahem, Xiaoyue can't have physical contact with others. You know that. Have you thought about how to help her recover?"
"I heard from Sister Yue that the psychiatrist said it's a psychological problem and needs to be treated slowly. I don't know much about this, so I'm worried and can't do anything. I can only pay more attention to her in daily life and avoid physical contact with others."
"Well, I heard Xiao Nian talk about it in general terms. I think it's a psychological problem. We should be able to help a little."
"oh?"
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