When Lu Fenghe got home, Ms. Song had already gone to bed, and the room was quiet, so quiet that she was not angry at all.

He returned to the room with snacks in his hands. Two cups of hot milk and a plate of cut fruit were placed on the table, and even details such as forks were thoughtfully prepared.

Chen Chaoyang stepped aside to make room for him, "Your mother just sent it here."

Lu Fenghe made a vague "hmm", and put the package of snacks on the table, "You can buy whatever you want, so you can pick and choose."

Chen Chaoyang was doing math papers, and half a child was eating a lot of food. When he saw something to eat, he flipped his pen, "Forget it, I won't do it. Today is Friday, and I will do it tomorrow."

After two days off and three days of school, it's time for winter vacation again.

Chen Chaoyang took a piece of bread and unpacked it, "Are you going back to your dad's place for the Chinese New Year?"

"I don't know." Since the quarrel that day ended with his father slapping him and making him go away, after that his father was not at home, and they never spoke again, Lu Fenghe found a box of biscuits to fill his stomach, it didn't matter.,"talk later."

"Let's talk about it later, let's talk about making up lessons."

Then came the busy tone on the phone.

Xia Zhuo went home thinking about making a phone call to Xia Jianjun, and said that he would go to Xueba cram school to make up lessons.

As a result, he was prevaricated by the sentence "Let's talk about it later".

She and Xia Jianjun have different ideas, and they can't go together at all. She wants to work harder and fight for a better school. Xia Jianjun thinks that her grades are not bad.Ben could pass the exam with his eyes closed.

There is no need to spend extra money for this supplementary course.

It is already difficult for her to improve things like comprehensive literature and Chinese. English is considered her strong point. Only mathematics, she is relatively weak.

Xia Zhuo put down the phone in a bit of worry, but had no choice but to forget it, and put aside the cram school for now.

Take a paper first and write more realistically.

The attached middle school ends at 9:45 in the evening, Xia Zhuo lays down at the desk and finishes writing a paper, dawdling, it is twelve o'clock when he looks up.

It may be that the matter of the cram school has not been settled, Xia Zhuo's mood is a little absent-minded.

She checked the answer briefly, then scribbled it over, washed up and went to bed.

The mind filled with math problems was briefly emptied, and suddenly the figure of the boy standing under the plane tree appeared in her mind, the shadow of the tree was depressed and lonely.

This point was interrupted by the sad empathy that was about to be bred in the middle of the night by a firecracker. For policy reasons, she hadn't heard the sound of firecrackers for three or four years.

Xia Zhuo opened the curtains as if joining in the fun, and the fireworks below exploded, bang bang outside the building, like countless golden threads.

This long-lost sound aroused curiosity, and the lights of the opposite building were turned on one after another. Her eyes fell aimlessly on the twelfth floor opposite, and it was no surprise that the lights were on.

The lights in that house were turned on very late every day. She usually went to bed at one o'clock and the opposite side had the light on. One time she had insomnia and didn't sleep at four or five o'clock, and the opposite side was still on.

Doesn't that person sleep?

She stared at the window until a shadowy figure appeared behind the window to join in the fun.

The distance is far away, so can't see clearly. can only vaguely recognize that the figure has changed from one to two.

On the twelfth floor opposite, Chen Chaoyang came over and squeezed a seat, leaned on the window and looked down, "Who is so bold to set off fireworks at the bottom?"

Downstairs was pitch black, so naturally couldn't see anything.

The security guard on duty in the guard room was dispatched quickly, shouting nervously below, "Who is setting off the fireworks?"

No one answered, but the fireworks continued.

Knowing the law and breaking the law, the nameless person retired to the world to hide his fame, and it was nothing but a grand fireworks for the people in the two buildings before and after.

It may be that the fireworks she saw before going to bed were too romantic, or it may be that there are too many miscellaneous things on her mind today, and she is dreaming again.

In the dream, it was the summer vacation after graduating from elementary school. One day she returned to her grandmother's ward and saw her mother handing a box of chocolates that she had bought for her to the child in the next bed.

The woman was kind and enthusiastic, and generously sent out a box of chocolates, saying, "It's okay, it's okay, the child can eat it if he likes it."

Xia Zhuo stared blankly at the door, and didn't dare to intervene. It was the chocolate she had been thinking about for a long time, but she didn't eat a single bite, and even saw the last side of the box.

My parents forgot today's birthday, and the chocolate was given away.

On the night of her twelfth birthday, Xia Zhuo stood at the window of the hospital corridor, looked at the moon with her chin on her hands, sighed, and said something mean, "I don't really want to give her my chocolate."

My mother told her since she was a child that she must know how to share and not take all good things into her arms, so that she can be liked in school.

She understood the reasoning, but she was still unhappy. Facing the moon, she muttered in a low voice, "You can be stingy, the moon can't hear you anyway."

"If only the moon could hear me."

A thin boy came up behind him, his voice was hoarse, and he sounded very cold.

He had just finished the water transfusion, and he still had a hemostatic patch on the back of his hand. He had hardly left this floor after staying in the hospital for so long, and his body smelled of disinfectant water.

Xia Zhuo looked back at him, it was Little Chuan, who peeked at him and showed his feet before, and asked after he found out, "Do you know me?"

She honestly said that she didn't know each other, but after she generously gave up the half box of strawberries, she did know her.

Xia Zhuo felt ashamed when he recalled what he said just now, and looked away embarrassedly, silent.

"If the moon can hear you." He repeated with his back to the light, his eyes were dark and dark, as if he was serious, and also seemed to be negotiating terms, "Can you take me away?"

The scene changed, and the next morning, the sister at the nurse's station gave her a box of chocolates. It was quite big and could last for a long time. The packaging was much more beautiful than the box my mother gave to someone else yesterday.

She was holding a large box of chocolates blankly, thinking, the moon heard.

...

The sun shone into the bedroom, and she was woken up by the sound of someone talking on the phone.

Xia Jianjun was holding his mobile phone in the living room, and for some reason he got into an argument with someone, "You said Po Tian is also my house and my money, and I didn't steal or snatch it upright, so why can't I take it!"

"You go and sue me, you still want a lawyer, I'm afraid you won't succeed?"

"..."

Afterwards, all kinds of ugly words were unbearable, Xia Zhuo rolled up the quilt, and shrank in, trying to hide himself.

Xia Jianjun scolded people outside through the mobile phone for at least ten minutes before stopping, and Xia Zhuo's sleepiness also completely disappeared.

Thinking back to the dream just now, she seemed to remember it.

If the moon can hear the second half of the sentence, he said, can you take me away.

"..."

Xia Zhuo didn't have the habit of sleeping late, maybe because he was woken up today, so he intentionally stayed under the covers until after ten o'clock in the morning in retaliation.

If the moon can hear you, can you take me away?

Especially in the morning when Xia Jianjun scolded him with excessive profanity, she suddenly felt that this sentence was so romantic.

The accompanying picture is Huoshaoyun recorded casually in a photo album.

Soon after posting, some classmates in the class liked it, and her "literati shame" came out to cause trouble again. She pointed her finger and set it to be visible only to herself.

Until heard the sound of closing and opening the door outside, it was Xia Jianjun who went out and came back again.

Xia Jianjun came over and knocked on her door. The anger from the quarrel just now hadn't completely subsided, and he sounded a little annoyed, "Get up and have some breakfast."

At this time, if Xia Zhuo said half a word, it would immediately detonate the next quarrel.

She hugged the quilt reluctantly with her thin white arms, and said in a timely manner, "Okay, come right away."

There is a bag of food in the kitchen, such as soy milk buns and fried dough sticks, which are the ones that can be bought downstairs.

After Xia Zhuo simply washed up, he went to eat breakfast. Xia Jianjun sat on the sofa smoking a cigarette, as if he suddenly remembered to ask, "Will you be able to go to Tsinghua University and Peking University after enrolling in the make-up class you mentioned yesterday?"

This question makes people feel very uncomfortable. With her current grades, Tsinghua University and Peking University can’t touch it. If there are more than 10 or 20 points, it may be possible, but it is also the lowest ranking tiankeng in Tsinghua and Peking University.Professionals.

Besides, making up lessons may not be effective, especially if the high score is raised, every point is very difficult. Facing Xia Jianjun's words, she can't make any guarantees.

Xia Zhuo inserted the straw into the soy milk cup and said directly, "I can't get it on."

Judging by Dad's attitude, the matter of the make-up class was probably going to be left alone. Xia Jianjun didn't speak anymore, and she ate breakfast quietly.

When she was about to finish eating, Xia Jianjun suddenly said again, "If you really want to go, find time to go over and ask how much it is, how many classes, don't let the thousands of dollars be delayed by the fact that my old Xia's family can afford a Tsinghua University.".”

I didn't expect him to let go so easily this time, Xia Zhuo was still holding half a fried dough stick in his hand, looking up, Xia Jianjun was already lying on the sofa and fighting the landlord with his mobile phone.

The sentence just now was so casual that it seemed like an irrelevant nonsense.

"If the moon can hear you, can you take me away?" Chen Zhaoyang read the words, the network card flicked, and the circle of friends just disappeared after refreshing, "Hey, why is it gone?"

Lu Fenghe slept late, and only woke up two minutes before he said this sentence. After listening to the first half of the sentence, the second half of the sentence came naturally to his chaotic mind, can you take me away.

Almost at the same speed as Chen Chaoyang read.

It's like, that's what he said.

The ins and outs of this sentence were gradually pieced together, and they quickly ran through their minds.

At that time, he was sick and hospitalized, and his parents watched him not to let him run around. He was bored alone in the hospital floor, watching the girl come and go freely all day long, running up and down.

There was no reason, he just thought she could take him out, so he said, "Can you take me away."

In fact, didn't do anything when went out, even if was caught when first arrived downstairs, it didn't matter. just wanted to run, just wanted to go out, and didn't think so much.

It's quite a normal sentence, but if you leave that scene, it will change the taste when you listen to it. It feels like a bitter scene in a storybook, where the two secretly want to elope.

It was he who said, if the moon can hear you, can you take me away?

A box of chocolates in exchange for a successful escape.

It was so childish back then.

Lu Fenghe put the back of his hand on his eyes, his voice was hoarse when he just woke up, "What did you just read?"

"Our squad leader's circle of friends." Chen Zhaoyang flipped through his phone and looked at other things, "But it seems to have been deleted, so I can't see it anymore."

"That." The figure of the girl wearing a padded jacket in the Tongzilou appeared in Lu Fenghe's mind like a ball of cotton, and his brain short-circuited in the morning, and suddenly he couldn't remember her name, "The one with the bracelet?"

Chen Chaoyang nodded, "Yes, Xia Zhuo."

Lu Fenghe didn't say anything, and lay down quietly.

No way, it won't be so bloody.

The author has something to say:

Xia Zhuo: Moon, did you hear that?

Lu Fenghe: Never mind, have been chasing wife since was a child.