It was late at night and the stars were sparse. The tall boys hugged the slender girls. The figures hugging each other were elongated by the street lamps. The wind blew past them, and the leaves rustled, as if to send accompaniment for the two.


    At the other end of the road, a figure slowly retreated from the dim light of the street lamp to the darkness that the light could not shine on. He stood motionless, as if he were integrated with the darkness. He was lonely all over.


    Standing in the corner, with his back against the wall with a trace of summer heat, Xi Qinghuan looked up, his slender neck elongated, elongated and fragile, as if he could break the arc with a slight fold.


    Wait for two hours, wait until the scene of angina pectoris, why bother?


    How stupid is he to know what he can''t do?


    Why not let go?


    Why abuse yourself again and again?


    Why can''t you put it down freely and say "goodbye" to those who ask but can''t.


    Tears gradually leached from the corners of his eyes and became drops of water. They flowed down his thin cheeks and into the temples. Xi Qinghuan raised his hand and wiped away the wet meaning left on his cheeks. Finally, they became the back of his hand and tightly against his eyes.


    He thought he wouldn''t cry if he wiped away his tears. He thought he couldn''t cry. However, he underestimated his tolerance.


    Instead of wiping away the tears, they shed more tears.


    Uncontrollable, all the repressive moments collapsed at this moment, and the voice and eyes were like the low sobbing sound of a young beast, which seemed to be thicker than the night.


    Beg... No, it''s so painful.


    Such a feeling, such a love, he tasted it once, once enough, and dared not have a second time. Once, it hurts for a lifetime.


    Around, the night insects cried happily without knowing sorrow. The sparse stars in the sky were gradually covered by the dark clouds, and the night was thicker and quieter.


    The footsteps came faintly. Xi Qinghuan quickly bit his wrist and suppressed his uncontrollable cry with pain.


    "I''m going up. Don''t stand silly. Go back to your bedroom and pack up early."


    Shi Ning''s voice was clear and shallow, like Yinling hanging under the eaves of the wind. It was very clear and floated into his ears. Xi Qinghuan closed his eyes and controlled his impulse to see the past.


    Don''t look, don''t look, what''s the use of watching more?


    She doesn''t belong to you after all.


    "You go up and I''ll go right away."


    This is Lu Zhian''s voice. Only in front of Shi Ning, his voice will have real tenderness and intimacy that makes him envy.


    Shi Ning should be trotting. The sound of "Deng Deng" upstairs gradually disappeared. About another minute or so later, Lu Zhian turned and left.


    In the dark corner, Xi Qinghuan''s body against the wall bent slowly. Finally, he squatted in the corner, like a sculpture that hasn''t moved for a long time.


    "Hum... Hum... Hum..."


    The vibration of the mobile phone came from his pocket. He reached into his pocket and didn''t see who the caller was. Xi Qinghuan received the call with a hoarse "hello".


    Xi''s father called. Xi Qinghuan listened without saying a word.


    Over there, Xi Fu said a lot happily. After talking for a while, he found that his son didn''t respond to him. He sang a monologue all the time.


    "Ah Huan, do you regret going abroad?" Xi Fu asked, with a harsh voice.


    Xi Qinghuan''s face was a little tired. He closed his eyes and replied, "No."