The moonlight is so beautiful tonight.

Chu Li put down his phone and waited for a response with a feeling of uncertainty.

My mood was like I was on a roller coaster. One moment I was confused: Ahhh, I actually said it out loud.

After a while, I was confused again: Oh my god, how could I say such words at this time! Ten minutes ago, he was still angry at me and his whole body was as cold and transparent as the crystal skull of Mayan civilization. How could I have the courage to say to him, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight"? !

Chu Li almost wanted to bang his head against the wall.

[The Monkey’s hired naval forces: Please reply to me! Don’t ignore me! Are you going to ignore me just because of that little thing? I didn’t mess up the study room on purpose…]

[The Monkey’s hired naval forces: Speaking of being angry, I am also angry. How could you doubt that I would veto you? I swore to you in the cinema that I would be your editor, and you actually thought that I would veto you - do you have to dig out your heart to prove my innocence? ]

[The navy hired by the monkey: ...Hey, please reply to me. ]

[The navy hired by the monkey: a stingy person. ]

[The monkey’s hired navy: Just for a moment! ]

If a person is nervous, he will become particularly talkative.

Zhuochuan did not reply to Chu Li, and all the messages he sent fell on deaf ears, or the recipients were already dead.

Chu Li was not only panicking, but also extremely upset. She wanted to run downstairs and break open the man's door the next second to see if he was asleep, frozen to death, or really didn't want to pay attention to him.

...Is he really asleep?

Chu Li held onto her cell phone, half of her body leaned out of the room, and hung on the window sill with her body folded at almost 90 degrees. She leaned over to see that the man's room also had an open window.

Even on such a snowy day, she could clearly see the milky white smoke coming out of the open window downstairs, and from the edge of the eaves, she could vaguely see the man's slender fingertips holding a cigarette...

He really hasn't slept yet.

"Teacher!" Chu Li seemed to have forgotten the disappointment of being ignored in the study half an hour ago. She narrowed her eyes slightly under the influence of alcohol and said, "Teacher Zhuchuan!"

The hand holding the cigarette downstairs paused slightly, and the man's arm shook... Chu Li took this as a response to her calling - she leaned out a little more and grabbed the window frame: "If you are not asleep, check your phone. I told you something very important... If possible, at least reply to me, even a punctuation mark will do!"

Drunk people are always particularly optimistic. The long-drawn out cry has

This vaguely caused dissatisfaction among some neighbors, and there was a sound of a window being slammed... Chu Li closed his mouth with an "oh", sat back down by the window, holding his phone, and waited for a long, long time...

It seems like a century.

Chu Li: "..."

Her fingers unconsciously slid across the screen of her mobile phone until it suddenly vibrated. After she repeatedly asked him to "reply to me", the man's profile picture, who had been silent all night, finally responded.

【Tsukawa: …】

【Zhuchuan:. 】

A period usually means that the other party is hesitant about the content of the conversation, has nothing to say, is too lazy to reply, or simply wants to pretend not to see it. However, given the identity of the person you are talking to at this moment, the above three ways of handling it are not feasible, so you have to use a "." instead of an answer. Usually, it can be translated as: OK, or, I see.

The emotions implied are: helplessness, reluctance, and having to.

Chu Li: "..."

Chuli: “????”

"."What"."?

How can there be such a conversation?

——"Please pay attention to me!"——"

………………You are a moron, say something else! "." Even if it is a reply? Is it a revenge for my "you squeak" and "squeak" just now?

If they ask you to “just reply with a punctuation mark”, will they really just send you away with a couple of punctuation marks?

Where is Natsume Soseki? Where is Natsume Soseki? Have you learned any literature? When I moved into this house, you first mentioned "The moonlight tonight is so beautiful", and when I was about to move out for a short time, you also ended with this very well. With such a good connection between the beginning and the end, shouldn't normal people have some beautiful associations? Even elementary school students know that if you write a diary with "Happy Day" as the title, you should end it with "I am so happy today" to connect the beginning and the end!

Fortunately, you are a writer!

I really thought you were praising the moon for being so big and round. What should I do with my girlish heart that has finally mustered up the courage?

Do I have to say "Cheongchuan, I like you" in ninety-nine languages ​​for you to understand me?

【Zhu Chuan: Don’t make excessive demands in the future. I won’t be angry. 】

【Zhuchuan: Go to sleep, good night. 】

Chu Li stared at the four replies on his phone, lost in thought.

I was forced to hold my phone and stand there by the window, staring blankly at it until a few seconds later I heard a soft "click" from the window downstairs and then someone closed it from the inside. The milky white smoke disappeared, leaving on the ground a spark of a half-smoked cigarette that had not yet been completely extinguished.

The sparks were like the tails of fireflies in the dark night, flickering in the cool breeze, but were soon frozen and extinguished by the snowflakes covering them.

Chu Li: “…………”

mard.

Forget it.

The girl, whose nose was almost frozen off, honestly replied to the man with a "good night". She climbed down from the window sill with a grunt, covering her broken heart, climbed back into bed, covered herself with a soft and thick quilt, and pulled it up to her chin.

The moonlight outside the window poured in through the glass, and the snow particles hit the window, making a "pa pa" sound. The whole world seemed to be immersed in a mysterious tranquility that brought peace to people's hearts.

——Teacher Chuchuan, I like you.

——DEAR Mr.ZHOU, I LOVE YOU.

——Mr. Hirukawa, Mr. Jun no Hao.

——????.

…

Ah, it's over. What should I do if I only know four languages? Take advantage of the Spring Festival to learn the remaining 95 foreign languages. Will it be too late to confess your love in the spring breeze when the peach blossoms bloom next spring?

Warning to poor students: ...Learning is a journey of hardship, life lies in learning, and even confession is particularly difficult for uneducated people. Study hard, otherwise you will be as miserable as I was in the future.

Chu Li was thinking about this and that in a daze, and as he was thinking, the alcohol in his body finally took on its second effect - after the excitement, the moment his head hit the pillow, everything around him returned to chaos, and his eyes, which had been staring blankly for the whole day, finally closed, and then he and his wife were so loving that they could never be separated again.

…and then, nothing happened.

The next day, winter vacation started before Chu Li even had to sober up and regret saying nonsense that would embarrass the two of them because of drinking too much the next night.

Yes, that's right. Chu Li called the Spring Festival holiday "winter vacation", and was ridiculed by Chu Chuan for this. The man sat on the sofa like an evil landlord and the two brothers looked at each other like dogs: "You are no longer a young female student, what winter vacation do you have?"

That disgusting look makes him look more like a dog than Ergouzi.

Why on earth do I like him?

Why don't you pay him back for what you owed him in your last life?

Is the Chinese teacher who squeezed you back then still alive? Have you ever considered that I am her reincarnation?

Fortunately, my parents didn’t teach me Chinese, otherwise I would have suspected that “the son pays the father’s debt”.

Chu Li was dragging a huge box downstairs while complaining inwardly, and the man had no intention of helping him at all... Chu Li had long been accustomed to his gentlemanly demeanor and his daily absent behavior, so she didn't say anything. She just stood at the entrance of the stairs, adjusted her scarf, and said seriously: "Teacher, I don't want to go home."

Chu Chuan: “Why?”

The man sitting on the sofa turned his head and looked at her. Chu Li looked at his unshaven face and thought expressionlessly: I am a loser because I won't be able to see you when I go home. I feel sad when I think about not having to get up early in the morning to make breakfast for you.

……………………But you don’t even know this.

"Why don't you want to go back?" When he didn't get an answer, Zhuo Chuan asked again, "You didn't go home for the Spring Festival. You worked overtime at Yuanyue Press. You gave Huangquan Inn to Xindun. What book are you working on recently that's so exciting?"

"The full manuscript of 'The Lost Amusement Park' has been submitted. It will be released on May 1st. It will only be a month and a half after the Chinese New Year..." Chu Li held up the canvas bag in his hand. There was obviously a photocopy for proofreading inside. "I have to proofread it first."

Zhuo Chuan raised his eyebrows, and his tone suddenly became less relaxed: "You don't want to spend the rest of your life with Jiang Yucheng anymore?"

"What the hell, you're jumping around a lot... I don't want to go home because my mom asked me if I had a boyfriend three months ago," Chu Li dragged her suitcase towards the entrance and said casually, "When I was in school, I was not allowed to fall in love because it was called premature love. As soon as I graduated from college, she started asking me when I was going to get married and why I didn't have a boyfriend yet - where can I find a boyfriend for her? This time when I go back, I'm afraid she'll force me to go on a blind date!"

The man stood up, walked to her side, picked up her suitcase and put it on the entrance, and said lightly: "Tell her you have a boyfriend."

Chu Li turned her head and looked at Zhu Chuan, who lowered his head and looked at her.

Chu Li asked casually, "Who is it?"

Chu Chuan: "..."

Zhuochuan stared at her for a while and frowned.

Chu Li was confused: "What do you mean by frowning? We are all leaving, and we won't see each other for almost a month. Can you please give me a quick slap and stop saying dumb things? It's a new year, a new atmosphere. I don't want to be reminded of you still looking so arrogant when I set off firecrackers on New Year's Eve."

Zhuo Chuan: "Why did you think of me when you were setting off firecrackers?"

Chu Li: "..."

Is it wrong that when people are happy, they tend to think about the people they like?

Chu Li blushed.

Zhuo Chuan: "Is there something wrong with me asking this question? What does it mean that you are blushing again?"

Chu Li: "..."

There are still fifteen days until New Year's Eve, but Chu Li feels that he can't live with this thought: when he closes his eyes, he can only see the look of the person he likes who deserves a beating.

Chu Li raised her scarf and blushed, saying that the heating at home was too strong and she couldn't breathe. Fortunately, the man was as slow as a tree in this regard and didn't doubt it at all. He opened the door for her and let the cold wind mixed with the smell of ice and snow blow in...

Outside, the world was covered in snow. Zhuo Chuan watched Chu Li, wrapped in a scarf and wearing snow boots, walk out of his house with her short legs. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly said, "Tell your mother that there's no need for blind dates."

First Li: “?”

The man rubbed his face and said, "If you keep calling him Mr. L, then he must be your boyfriend. He's fine."

Chu Li: "…………what if my mother asks me for his photo!"

Zhuo Chuan: "Just show her mine."

Chu Li held onto the door frame: "Is it bad?"

"What's the difference? Am I not handsome enough to please my parents? My mother clearly said that I have the type of look that middle-aged and elderly women like." The man grabbed the black down jacket hanging in the hallway, put it on, and followed her out the door. "Let's go?"

Chu Li dragged the suitcase, and before she could even complain about "the style that middle-aged and elderly women like", she looked at the man blankly and asked, "Where are you going?"

"For you. You were busy packing boxes or moving so early in the morning. You just wanted to wake me up so I could take you to the airport." The man reached out and patted her head. The static electricity messed up her hair. "Also, I've reflected on myself. You really didn't mean to hurt me in the study last night. I shouldn't have hurt you. So now I feel guilty and I'm thinking about how to make it up to you."

"……………………What you should really feel guilty about is that I typed such a long string of words, and you just replied me with an ellipsis and a period. Why don't you want to talk to me?"

Hearing this, Zhao Chuan was stunned again, and even stopped walking towards the garage. He turned around and looked at the guy who was following him angrily: "That period, is this how you understand it?"

Chu Li raised his head and asked, "Do you have any other intentions?"

"...Whatever, what can I expect from your brain?"

"…Forget it, Chu Chuan will also realize his mistakes. What else can I ask for when such a man of honor blooms? It seems that the long paragraph of sentimental words I wrote yesterday, which I wanted to delete this morning, is of some use."

"It's still no use."

"?"

"I won't show you the manuscript." After entering the garage and opening the car door, Zhuo Chuan pressed Chu Li's head and pushed her into the car door. He watched her sit steadily, raised her cotton-padded hands, and looked back clumsily for the seat belt like a ball. The man stretched out his long hand and pulled it down and stuffed it into her hand, "I'll burn it when we get back."

Chu Li took the seat belt and fastened it with a click. Without raising his head, he said, "You can't bear to part with it. You didn't feel angry ten years ago, and you won't feel angry now. I know it's your treasure. You can't bear to part with it and can't let it go."

Her tone was light as she spoke, and her lips opened and closed, exhaling milky white mist.

The man's eyes lit up. When Chu Li looked up at him, she felt that the expression on his face was as if he would say in the next second: Those manuscripts are not my treasures, you are.

She pursed her lips, her own fantasy arousing a thousand layers of girlish heart.

But the next second, the man said, "If you keep talking nonsense, take a taxi to the airport yourself, poor bastard."

Chu Li: "..."

These days, even letting your girlish desires run wild is illegal. The next second, the cruel reality will slap you in the face, as vicious as fishing and enforcing the law.

…

Chu Li left G City and returned to his hometown, H City, a relatively remote town. There was a lychee forest and a coconut forest in his home that did not bear fruit in winter.

Amidst the nationwide rain and snow, H City was so sunny that there was no New Year atmosphere at all - the only thing was that when the family members who had only seen each other once a year since childhood gathered together to chat as usual, Chu Li vaguely had the concept of New Year.

It’s Chinese New Year.

It's nothing more than opening your eyes, eating melon seeds and candies, eating lunch when you're full, taking a nap after lunch, eating after waking up, and after dinner, taking your younger brothers and sisters to the woods to roast sweet potatoes and go crazy, going home sweating all over, taking a bath with candies in your mouth, and going to bed with candies in your mouth, all while your mother scolds you, "You're so grown up, why are you still not getting married?"

...Life is pretty good.

To put it simply, it means: there is everything except Zhuochuan.

After going crazy for a few days at home, Chu Li became a little bored. One day, after checking Gang Zhouchuan's daily messages such as "Has the teacher written yet?", "Teacher, please hand in the outline, otherwise I will go back to your bookcase when I get home" and "Teacher, please don't quarrel with dad on New Year's Day, not even fighting", Chu Li finally got tired of the taste of roasted sweet potatoes, closed the door and acted like a lady, took out the photocopy of "The Vanishing Amusement Park" that had been gathering dust on the table since she came back, and began to proofread.

Chu Li's father was very unhappy about this: after all, he couldn't stand her working as an editor in such a hopeless and unprofitable profession.

But Chu Li still fearlessly carried the photocopy and dangled it in front of the old man - because work was the only way that allowed her to justify contacting the person she liked... Although it seemed that Zhaochuan didn't want to talk to her about "The Disappearing Amusement Park".

for example--

[The water army hired by Monkey: Teacher, what do you think is the purpose of Teacher Jiang Yucheng setting up this vicious stepmother and daughter pairing? 】

【Zhouchuan: Go ask Jiang Yucheng. 】

[The monkey's hired navy: Ask for other people's opinions. ]

【Zhuchuan: The author’s childhood was not happy. 】

[The Monkey's hired navy: ...Can't we just have a good chat?]

【Zhuchuan: No. 】

[The Monkey's hired sailor: But I want to chat with you, so how about we talk about something else? Have you had lunch yet? ]

【晝川: Eating with Jiang Yucheng. 】

[The naval forces hired by Monkey: Really? You two have a good relationship. Since Teacher Jiang Yucheng is here, why don’t you ask him the question just now: What is his intention in pairing this vicious stepmother with his daughter? ]

That day, until dark, Zhuchuan never replied to her again...After dinner in the evening, the man replied perfunctorily and hypocritically: My phone ran out of battery at noon.

Chu Li thought to himself, I believed your lies, but this is not the first or second time you have ruined the mood, I am really used to it.

This painful day finally lasted until the night of New Year’s Eve.

It was close to midnight. Chu Li was proofreading "The Lost Amusement Park" while watching a certain Spring Festival Gala and eating melon seeds. Suddenly, a scene from outside was interrupted on the TV. The host was holding a microphone and looking for people on the street. When he found someone, he asked him to make a phone call and broadcast the video to his boyfriend/girlfriend in another city, or the person he missed the most at this moment.

The people on TV picked up their phones one after another, some were crying, some were laughing, some were surprised, and some were scared. The most angry guy called his ex-girlfriend, and the two reconciled on the spot...

In front of the TV, Chu Li spat out the melon seed shells and thought: How cruel! Singles are not allowed to enjoy themselves during the New Year. I should have watched CCTV. Who can justify a whole night’s watching over you with this shabby little station?

Then, the clock struck midnight.

Outside the house, firecrackers crackled. Chu Li stretched his neck to look out the window with a melon seed in his mouth. In his ears, the host of the Spring Festival Gala was cheering for the arrival of the new year on TV... There was a lot of noise around him.

She found that what she said fifteen days ago had come true: it turns out that when she hears the sound of firecrackers and feels happy, she will subconsciously think of the people she likes, such as Chu Chuan.

The phone on his lap vibrated. Chu Li absentmindedly marked another typo on the photocopy with a pen, and answered the phone without even looking at it: "Hello, happy new year——"

"What are you doing?"

On the other end of the phone, a man's deep voice was heard amidst the sound of firecrackers.

Chu Li had melon seed shells hanging on the corners of his lips. He held his phone and raised his head. He thought to himself, "Did I have a hallucination in the first second of the New Year?" He put down his phone and took a look. The caller ID read: "Xizi Teacher".

"…… ...

“Me too.”

"Oh, that's good." Chu Li's mind went blank. "Teacher."

"Um?"

“…”

Ai.

Fuck.

It's really him.

Not a dream——

It's really him.

Hatsurei could hardly hold her phone steady. She stood up from her chair, trembling like a high school girl in love, and the photocopy on her knees fell to the ground with a "bang"...

"What's that noise?"

"...Teacher Jiang Yucheng's book fell to the ground."

"Chu Li, are you done yet?"

"...You asked first. Also, don't call me by my full name. It feels like you're scolding me. I'm scared." Chu Li bent down, picked up the photocopy and casually put it on the chair. The part of her body where the phone was pressed against her ear was red, hot, and numb. She called out again, "Teacher."

"Um."

"Happy New Year."

"Well, Happy New Year."

Chu Li hung up the phone, and her junior high school cousin rushed into the room holding a large stack of red envelopes. He greeted her face, then shouted as if he had discovered a new continent: "Wow, sister, why are you so happy! Happy New Year! Look how happy you are, is the New Year so good?"

Chu Li handed over the red envelope with a smile: "Happy New Year."

To be honest, she also wanted to know——

Why is the Chinese New Year so great?