bright moon bright moon what can i do

When Liang Mingyue ran home, there was no light on the road, and she either stepped on a pit or tripped over something while running in the dark.He ran home anxiously. It was an old wooden house with only one floor. Even in the dark, you could see the rotting beams and wood on the eaves. The windows were covered with plastic sheets, without glass, and the walls were made of wood. There was a big gap in the room, and dim lights came out from inside. From a long distance away, he could hear the continuous coughing of the Liang family.

He pushed open the door of the side room to enter the house, and the wooden door was pulled out with a heavy "crack".

Liang Jiahe in the next room stopped coughing and asked in a drawn out voice, "Mingyue?"

"Well, it's me." Liang Mingyue responded, and turned on the lights in the side room. This was a kitchen. In the corner was a half-person-high earthen stove, with logs and firewood piled up in front of the stove.There are also two small stoves standing on the side of the stove.A long wooden table with no visible wood color was placed across the wooden wall. On it were rice cookers, oil and salt jars and other miscellaneous things, with wilted green vegetables and two yellow pumpkins piled up on the side.

"Have you taken your medicine?" Liang Mingyue was lying on the door of the next room, looking at Liang Jiahe who was curled up on the bed. He had a high pillow made of clothes under his neck, and his eyes were always glowing from excessive coughing. red.

"What kind of medicine to take, what good medicine is good for it, just die!" Liang Jiahe said while coughing.

"Do you want noodles or dinner?" Liang Mingyue asked.

Liang Jiahe stopped coughing, raised his eyelids to look at him, and turned his head to continue coughing.He neither wants to take medicine nor eat, Liang Mingyue knows.

"Let's eat then." He made a decision and turned around to cook.

"Are you working in Youjia now?" Liang Jiahe asked him.

"Well, Grandpa Li San introduced me." Liang Mingyue turned her head and looked at Liang Jiahe who was on the bed. His hands were folded in front of his chest, and his right hand was holding his twitching left hand.

"You do well." Liang Jiahe also looked at him, with a little light in his dark eyes, "You family are all good, maybe they can help you if you feel sorry for you."

"No one needs to help." Liang Mingyue said bluntly, with childlike anger and disdain.

The Liang family laughed a few times and scolded him: "Silly boy, you have to think about the future."

"It's fine now." Liang Mingyue turned and left, and Liang Jiahe behind him sighed.

Early in the morning, the rooster crowed one after another in the back of the house, Liang Mingyue opened her eyes, and the white sky was already seen outside the glassless window.He turned over and got up, and first went to the next room to take a look at Liang Jiahe. He was lying on his side facing the wall and was in a deep sleep, breathing heavily.

Liang Mingyue got into the kitchen, prepared the meals quickly, divided them into two large bowls, and placed them on the table next to Liang's house and the bed, where there were piles of medicine boxes and bottles in a mess. The toilet beside the bed was carried to the toilet in the back room to be emptied, rinsed again, brought back and put back in its original place.Then after washing his face casually, he rushed to Youjia's big house.

The Youjia Mansion is at the highest point in the village, along the Qingshi road, there are slopes, if you want to take a shortcut, you will have steps, like climbing a mountain.

Liang Mingyue walked slowly on the Qingshi Road for a while, and met the third grandfather, who was rushing home profusely with a herbal medicine bag in his hand.Liang Mingyue asked him, "What's wrong?"

The third grandfather kept walking: "Your third grandma suddenly has a stomachache, get her some medicine."

"Then you don't have to go to Youjia for a few days, I'll just go." He said.

The third grandfather hesitated for a while, and then quickened his pace after Ying was intact.

Liang Mingyue continued to walk forward slowly, and saw that the third aunt of the Li family's child was lying on the small stool at the door, concentrating on her homework, and the kitten at her feet was making noises and ignoring them.He stopped to look at it for a while, then walked into the alley next to it, took a shortcut and left.

When he arrived near Youjia's big house, he saw You Xinghe sitting on the bluestone steps at the door from a distance, with his hands hugging his knees, and his whole head buried in his knees.

He walked up to him, You Xinghe heard the footsteps, slowly raised his head, his eyes were redder than yesterday, blue under the eyes, and white lips.

"Hungry?" Liang Mingyue asked.

You Xinghe's mouth shrunk, and his red eyes seemed to spew out fire.

"Are you reincarnated as a starving ghost? Do you only ask others if they are hungry?!" It was obviously angry, but because of the nasal hoarse voice, it lacked momentum.

"You have a cold?" Liang Mingyue asked again.

"I don't know." You Xinghe said sullenly.

He didn't sleep all night, and finally stayed up until dawn, so he didn't dare to stay in the house, so he ran outside.The morning wind is chilly, and he has been blowing it for more than an hour.

Liang Mingyue's hand suddenly reached out and pressed to his forehead.You Xinghe was startled, and turned his head to hide for a while, but Liang Mingyue's hands were stuck.He tilted his head and let his hands rest, his palms were rough, and the warm heat spread to his forehead.

You Xinghe raised his eyes to look at him, Liang Mingyue's expression was serious, like a real doctor.After touching him, he touched his own again, and concluded: "It's not hot."

For some reason, You Xinghe actually wishes his forehead to be hot at this moment, the hotter the better.

"My head hurts a little," he said, his tone much softer.

"Go in, it's windy outside." Liang Mingyue stepped on the stone steps and walked inside.

You Xinghe's legs were numb, he stood up awkwardly, and tried to take half a step, but he couldn't use his legs, and fell forward.Fortunately, Liang Mingyue was right in front of him, catching him with quick eyes and hands, and his forehead just hit his lips.

Both of them were stunned, especially Liang Mingyue, the sensitive You Xinghe obviously felt his sudden stiffness.He raised his head, just as Liang Mingyue lowered his head, their foreheads bumped into each other again, and the worst thing was, their mouths rubbed against each other.

Before You Xinghe could react, Liang Mingyue pushed him away vigorously.But his legs were still numb, and he became unsteady, and fell into the arms of the person again, this time he directly hugged his waist, and the person embraced by him was stiff all over, his arms were open, and he was at a loss.

You Xinghe hugged his waist tightly, waiting for the uncomfortable numbness in his legs to dissipate.Liang Mingyue is wearing a gray T-shirt today. There is a faint smell of washing powder on the old washed T-shirt. Mixed with the heat in Liang Mingyue's body, there is a smell that only young men have. This is very exciting to You Xinghe, he is careful Breathing heavily, staring at the hole in the hem of his clothes out of the corner of his eyes, his clothes were all torn.

Liang Mingyue was held motionless by him, with You Xinghe's weight and heat all over her body. He was very fragrant, and his half-long hair was tied into a small bun by him and stuck upright behind her head.There is a silver-gray kitten's head on the hair rope.

He suddenly wanted to reach out and touch the little cat's head.Before he could touch it, You Xinghe let go of him, stomped his feet on the spot and said, "It's done."

When she looked up, she saw Liang Mingyue whose face was darker than usual.He avoided his gaze and walked inside.You Xinghe followed behind him, thinking why not give him a hug, as for that.

Liang Mingyue cooked a pot of porridge for him. There were a lot of ginger pieces in the porridge, and the smell of ginger could be smelled from a distance.You Xinghe doesn't like to eat ginger, so he disliked a pot of ginger porridge and said not to eat it.

"It can prevent colds." Liang Mingyue said.

"Don't eat that either." You Xinghe played the young master's temper and pushed the porridge bowl far away.

Liang Mingyue sat down opposite him, and put the porridge bowl back in front of him: "Eat."

"I won't eat!" You Xinghe glared at him.

"You will catch a cold." Liang Mingyue said.

"If you catch a cold, you catch a cold." You Xinghe didn't care, "It's best to die!" He even said angrily.

Liang Mingyue's eyes suddenly darkened, and her expression became gloomy.

You Xinghe looked at him unwillingly.Liang Mingyue stood up suddenly, and You Xinghe shrank back. At that moment, he thought he was going to beat him.

Unexpectedly, Liang Mingyue picked up the porridge and left with a sullen face. After a while, he brought a pot of white porridge, a small bowl of fermented bean curd, and a bowl of dark soup.

"Drink the soup first." Liang Mingyue said.

"What is that?" You Xinghe smelled it, but there was no unpleasant smell.

"Prevent colds."

You Xinghe curled his lips, and drank the soup first as he said, it was sweet with a bit of bitterness, and it tasted like grass, he drank it all in one gulp.After finishing drinking, he began to eat porridge, and while eating, he watched Liang Mingyue busily busy cleaning the yard and wiping the ashes from the tablet.

He asked him, "Why didn't the old man come today?"

Liang Mingyue, who was sweeping the steps, stopped to correct him: "It's the third grandpa."

"Oh, why didn't the third grandpa come?"

"He has something to do at home these two days." Liang Mingyue continued to sweep the floor, rubbing the bamboo broom on the bluestone board, brushing and sweeping, very regular.

"What's the matter?" You Xinghe asked, licking the fermented bean curd on the spoon.

"I don't know." Liang Mingyue replied simply, not knowing whether it was true or false.

You Xinghe felt bored, so he concentrated on eating porridge.With just a small bowl of fermented bean curd, he ate the whole pot.Before, he didn't dare to eat so recklessly.

After eating, he began to feel drowsy, and Liang Mingyue, who was going back and forth in front of his eyes, had many heavy shadows.He stopped him and said softly, "I'm so sleepy."

His appearance is completely coquettish.Liang Mingyue's tone was also gentler than before: "Go upstairs and sleep for a while?"

He propped his head on one hand and shook his head, he didn't want to go upstairs, he hated sleeping in that room alone, even during the day.

Liang Mingyue thought for a while, then moved out a bamboo recliner from another room and placed it in the sunny patio. After spreading a layer of cloth on the chair, she called You Xinghe: "You can sleep here."

You Xinghe raised his eyelids and took a look, then floated over limply and lay down on the bamboo chair.Even through a layer of cloth, you can feel the coolness on the bamboo chair, which is just right for the sun that is not too hot in the morning.He turned over and was about to fall asleep when he opened his eyes again, found Liang Mingyue who was cleaning the stairs, and asked him, "You won't leave, will you?"

Liang Mingyue shook her head: "No."

Only then did You Xinghe indulge himself, and fell asleep listening to the sound of running water in the water tank.

You Xinghe had a little dream.

In the dream, his mother, Yuan Cuicui, was singing a very old song on the stage. She was wearing a water-green embroidered cheongsam, with black velvet gloves on her snow-white arms. With his father You Shichang.After she finished singing, he applauded and said, "Good singing!" She stepped off the stage twisting her waist, sat in You Shichang's arms, hugged his neck and laughed.

Just such a fragment, without thinking.You Xinghe woke up disconsolately, and found that his body was covered with a thin blanket and felt a little hot.It was already noon, and the sun shone straight into the courtyard.He lifted the blanket, turned his head and found Liang Mingyue sitting on the bluestone steps to the east, holding a book in his hand, frowning and concentrating on reading.

He called him: "Hello."

Liang Mingyue looked over.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

Liang Mingyue closed the book, put it aside, and asked, "Are you hungry?"

You Xinghe felt that he was a pig in his eyes, a pig that had to be fed when the time came.He stared at Liang Mingyue unhappily.

Liang Mingyue didn't understand, so she continued to ask him: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"

"Eat your mother!" You Xinghe scolded.

After he finished cursing, he noticed that Liang Mingyue's face changed abruptly, and he rushed over with big strides, and stopped in front of him with clenched fists, with veins popping out on his forehead.

"What, do you want to hit me?!" Although You Xinghe was a little flustered, he still held his neck and maintained a little momentum.He looked at his heaving chest and knew he wasn't just angry this time.

"I'm hungry, I want to eat!" He stared at Liang Mingyue, bluffing and shouting.

Liang Mingyue looked at him gloomyly for a while, then slowly let go of her fist, turned around silently and went into the kitchen.

Seeing him go, You Xinghe let out a long breath.To be honest, at that moment just now, he was very afraid of Liang Mingyue. If he was more presumptuous, the other party might really beat him up.

You Xinghe threw the blanket on the ground as if venting, thought it was wrong, got up and picked it up again.Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the book that Liang Mingyue deliberately hid in the corner. He touched it and turned it out. It was a high school physics textbook. You Xinghe turned to the first page. On the title page was written "Liang Mingzhu". Mingyue also has an older sister or younger sister. He put the book back to its original place and stood under the osmanthus tree looking at the blue sky reflected in the water tank to reflect. The reason why Liang Mingyue got angry just now seemed to be because he scolded "eat your mother".

His father is paralyzed, unable to mention his mother, and wants to study... You Xinghe turned his head to look at the kitchen, Liang Mingyue's busy figure occasionally flashed by the door, what kind of life is he living, You Xinghe couldn't help but sigh!