The waiting time was not long, half a minute or less, and the door was opened from the inside.

It was getting dark, but the lights in the room were not turned on, and the light from the corridor fell in, barely tearing a gap in the darkness.

Sheng Min's figure was hidden in the dark, Li Xuan couldn't see him clearly, he could only see his slender and bony fingers resting on the doorknob, like porcelain just out of the kiln.

"I'm sweating." The porcelain-like hand withdrew, and quickly handed over a tissue, "Wipe it off."

"Thank you." Li Xuan took a step forward before seeing his face clearly.

Really thin.Li Xuan thought, he didn't know whether it was because there were too few sunny days in the south or because of other reasons, his whole body seemed to turn pale.

"Why are you here at this time?" Sheng Min also seemed to be at a loss for words, smiled lightly, and said, "Long time no see."

"Twenty-seven days." Li Xuan blurted out.

After the words fell, there was a bit of astonishment on the faces of each other, but they turned their heads tacitly to avoid the other party's sight.

The silence lasted too long, and the voice-activated light above the head automatically went out.Li Xuan tapped on the wall to turn on the light again.The light came suddenly, and Sheng Min's eyes fell on him before he could restrain himself, so he could only hastily lower his head again.

"Want to come in and sit for a while?" After a while, he asked hesitantly.

"convenient?"

"It's okay." Sheng Min stepped aside, "Come in."

In the shoe cabinet, the slippers that Li Xuan had worn were still there, which made him look like a returnee from a long journey.

Sheng Min hesitated before turning on the light: "The house is a little messy, don't mind."

"It doesn't matter."

Accompanied by a slight sound, the broken cups, rickety chairs, and broken cakes in the living room were all exposed in front of Li Xuan's eyes, as well as Sheng Min's slightly uncomfortable face.

The cream fell on the wooden floor like moldy cotton wool, and the twenty-two made of chocolate was stepped on by someone, and it was so broken that it couldn't be distinguished from its original shape.

"I haven't had time to clean it up yet." Sheng Min smiled as nonchalantly as possible, but didn't dare to meet him.

Of course Li Xuan knew whose masterpiece it was, Sheng Min didn't mention it, he wouldn't poke his scar, but his throat was a little choked: "Are you okay."

"Of course." Sheng Min smiled, "Sit down."

Li Xuan pursed his lips, went to the storage room to get a broom and mop, Sheng Min saw his intention: "No, I can..."

"I'll come." Li Xuan could not refuse.

Tables and chairs are trivial things, just lift them up, but the scattered glass and ceramic pieces are more difficult to clean up. When they were all cleaned into the trash can, Li Xuan discovered that not only the cups, but also a few ceramic decorations that Sheng Min likes very much.

"I'll buy you a new one later." He said subconsciously with a heavy heart.

Sheng Min pursed her lips, didn't say good or bad, just urged him: "Okay, give me the broom. Go and wash your hands."

When he came out of the bathroom, he didn't see Sheng Min. After searching around, he found that he was on the balcony.

The draft blew past the curtains of the living room, and then blew up his thin shirt, which bulged behind him like wings about to fly.

It was dynamic, but Sheng Min was as quiet as a painting.Perhaps ink painting does not need too many colors.Li Xuan leaned against the door frame and stared at him for a long while, then slowly walked across the living room.

After the stains were cleaned up, all the furnishings in the living room were familiar.

The pillows on the sofa were bought together by them. On many ordinary afternoons, when Li Xuan came out of the study, he saw Sheng Min holding one to his chin, quietly reading the script.

The decorative paintings on the wall were hung together, and he held the ladder for him.

Even the pens placed under the TV cabinet are Li Xuan's usual brands...

Li Xuan was in a daze, as if the difference of nearly a month did not exist, and they still lived together.

When passing by the door of the study, suddenly wanted to see if the bed had been moved.Once the thought comes together, it becomes uncontrollable, and the movement of the fingertips precedes the brain, and has already pressed down.

The sound of the door hinge turning was softer than a sigh, the single bed that was put in place, the potted plants that were not taken away... everything behind the door was like a frozen old photo.

The only extra thing was the huge courier box placed in the corner. Li Xuan recognized the logo on it, which came from a well-known computer manufacturer.He had a vague guess in his heart, like a needle piercing him, but the next second, he still walked over.

The model and specifications are printed on the bottom of the carton, from the main unit to the monitor are all the highest configuration.The guess was verified when saw the recipient's name. The word Li Xuan has never been so dazzling.

There were slight footsteps behind him, Li Xuan turned his head away, and coughed before making a sound: "Sorry, I just opened the door."

Sheng Min shook his head: "It's okay."

Li Xuan put his hand on the cardboard box, seeing that he was embarrassed, he still asked: "When did you buy it?"

Sheng Min was silent for a moment: "One night, you said that there was a problem with the software, the laptop could not be carried, and you had to go back to the company...it was already very late."

But that was clearly lied to him by Li Xuan, just to distract him.Later, Sheng Min also found out.

Probably all thought of this level, Sheng Min didn't say any more, Li Xuan could only find something to say: "It's always been here? Didn't ask anyone to assemble it."

"I don't need it."

"Then why didn't you retreat?"

"Why do you want to leave?" They stood at the opposite corner of the room, the light came from different places, and the shadows on the ground overlapped instead, Sheng Min stared at it for a long time, then said softly, "It's just that the goods arrived too lateYes. I didn’t know until I ordered it, but there is no ready-made one, and I have to wait for a month... I thought it could actually be your birthday present.”

He raised his head, looked at Li Xuan and said, happy birthday.

"Happy birthday." Li Xuan answered him softly.

Sheng Min showed a smile: "It's good that you came today. I can just take it back... It's been a few days, and I don't know how to give it to you..."

This smile made Li Xuan's heart sour.

"Sheng Min." He cut him off, and called his name in a gentle voice, "I actually came to ask you, do you want to go to a play?"

Hurry to the theater, there are still ten minutes to start.

There are posters posted on both sides of the door, in a very abstract style, with tender green leaves floating above the meandering river.In the middle is the title of the play "When the Moon Sets" written in immature fonts like children's graffiti.

The director and screenwriter Yin Qianpin is very well-known, and he is a leading figure in domestic avant-garde dramas.

But as Qi Boyuan said, no matter how boring the thesis on engine development is, Li Xuan can read it all morning without distraction. He really doesn't have much interest in drama and music.It doesn't matter if you are famous or not, you can choose this play because Sheng Min seems to like the director's works very much - he often reads the scripts of the plays, most of which are written by this person.

This is a new play, and the number of shows is small, so it's hard to get a ticket.Most of them are loyal fans.The auditorium was already full.Simply because their positions are almost in the middle, it is easy to find them.

"It's okay, no one recognized it."

After taking his seat, Sheng Min took off his ivory white baseball cap, and carefully pulled up the mask.Li Xuan comforted in a low voice.

Sheng Min nodded, the mask covered most of his face, only showing a pair of crescent-like bright eyes.The seats are close to each other, and the air conditioner is so fully turned on, but you can still vaguely feel the warm breath of the other party's skin.During the movement, the back of Sheng Min's hand accidentally brushed against his fingertips, and for a short moment, Li Xuan's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his fingers froze uncontrollably.

Fortunately, the lights in the auditorium were dimmed at the right time, and the drama officially opened.

The story does not have a specific chronological background, like the last century, but also like the present.

In the early spring when the snow had not yet melted, a young man met a dancer in a small border town.After meeting their eyes, they spent a spring night with each other.

It wasn't love at first sight and never fell in love.It's just that maybe the town is too small, and they always meet repeatedly at different intersections.Share a meal or an evening.No more parting.

A week later, the young man left the town as unexpectedly as he had arrived.The dancers stay where they are, and continue their ordinary life.

Spring has passed quickly, and summer has come to an end.

In the final scene, the dancer sits in front of a half-broken mirror in the attic, sorting out summer dresses that are no longer needed.When he raised his eyes again, a familiar yet unfamiliar figure appeared in the mirror.

The scarlet curtain fell, and only a hoarse male voice read the final narration.

"Shay looked out the screen window.

The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the rotten leaves fall, reflecting the broken green on the ground.It's not dawn yet, don't know when it will be.

But at least he's back.

They are together until the next parting."

The author has something to say:

This script is a short story that I planned to write before, and some changes have been made. The last line is also the ending that I wrote a long time ago.Later, because I was too lazy, half of the piecemeal writing was put on hold, and it lasted for two years. When I am free, I can find another opportunity to write.