swimming fish

The tide pushes the sand, and the clouds pile up.

Beneath the distant green mountains is a plateau lake with slightly rippling blue waves, like a jade dotted in the green mountains, and like eyes reflecting the clouds.

It stands here silently, watching the moon set and the sun rising, watching the clouds roll and the clouds roll, read the various states of the world, and listen to the whispers of the lover on the shore.

Song Yu carried the beer and barbecue that he had just bought on the way from his bicycle pocket. They came out of Yu'er Gate, rode along the road to Cai Village, passed through the eaves of the Bai people in the village, and arrived here.

"Sit down." After Song Yu finished speaking, she sat down on a layer of gold cushions laid on the sandy shore by the golden Wuxi falling.

"This is it," Ji Anhe was still standing on the sand, and his words were mixed with the sound of the tide rising and falling, "Erhai?"

"Yeah." Song Yu followed the standing man and looked at the endless water surface. He didn't know how many times he had seen the Erhai Lake, but today it suddenly became different.

The wind will make the Erhai Lake shimmer in the setting sun; it will also make Song Yu's half-length hair messy, and it will even make ripples in the Tanping Lake that some people suddenly look back on.

"Song Yu."

"Huh?" Song Yu raised his hand and pinned his broken hair that was blown up by the wind behind his ear, put one hand on his bent knee, and opened a can of beer on his own.

Ji Anhe looked at the busy man with his head down, and suddenly got emotional. In his eyes, Song Yu couldn't understand the envy when he suddenly looked up: "Only here can we raise such a you."

Song Yu looked at Ji Anhe with some doubts, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just shook his wrist, motioning for Ji Anhe who came over to take the beer in his hand.

Ji Anhe walked over and sat on Song Yu's left, in the same direction, watching the setting sun, watching the smoke rising from the village under the green hill, and looking back at the people around him in a blink of an eye.

Song Yu took another can of beer from the plastic bag at hand, and he took a sip in a muffled voice before starting.

"Mr. Ji, only here can I meet you."

Facing such words, Ji Anhe couldn't see any disturbance in his eyes.Even if he knew that what Song Yu said was not sweet words, but sincere.

It's just that he is 30 years old, and he doesn't have the kind of enthusiasm for love. Just like this Pinghu Lake, the love words in the wind can cause ripples, but they can't make waves.

He can generously admit that he has been moved by Song Yu at certain moments, but it has only reached this point.

This is probably the reason why Song Yu was able to talk to him in the past, but he couldn't talk to Song Yu.

Song Yu put the can at hand, looked at the distant mountains and clouds for a long time, then suddenly asked, but asked lightly: "It... isn't there, is it?"

"Huh?" Ji Anhe paused for a while while raising his head to drink, and when he looked sideways again, he met a pair of eyes that were not bright but had a deep meaning. At that moment, he seemed to be nailed by those eyes. Like the plank, even forget to move.

Song Yu replied, "That string of wind chimes."

"Since you already know everything," Ji Anhe smiled wryly, "What are you asking?"

Song Yushu'er put his knees flat and propped his hands back on the sand, with a comfortable expression, giving people the illusion that he just listened to a bedtime story and woke up and would forget everything.

He said lazily, "I just want to hear from Mr. Ji."

However, Ji Anhe sighed, looked back at Song Yu, and still insisted on something: "If you listen to me, there is nothing to say, and there is nothing to say."

Song Yu nodded, but he didn't press the question further.

"Then let me tell you, in fact, I really, sometimes envy Ji Tong." Song Yu also glanced away, "He is so close to you."

Still being protected and pampered by you...

Song Yu's smile added a bit of bitterness: "And he also heard that wind chime at the alley today."

It was midsummer at that time, and the trees on both sides of the road were luxuriant, covering half of the alley from the sky.

Ji Tong, who was passing by the alley, looked back, but couldn't hear where the wind chime was coming from, so he turned around and led his girlfriend to catch up with Song Yu who was leading the way, and said a little excitedly.

"There is actually a wind chime shop here."

"Well, it's been open for more than ten years." Song Yu replied.

Ji Tong said casually: "I also had a string of wind chimes in my house before, which sounded very similar to the wind chimes at the entrance of the alley just now. You don't know, that string of wind chimes belonged to my brother. I don't really remember what they looked like, but I do remember My brother likes to ring the wind chime at the window."

"Well, is it the Ji Anhe mentioned earlier?"

"Yes, my brother. I was young and ignorant at that time, so I liked whatever he liked. Later, maybe my mother also saw that I wanted the wind chime, so she helped me tell my brother."

Ji Tong still said indifferently: "My brother was quite reluctant at that time, and tears followed, so I didn't dare to take it. But later he still sent me, but it may be my mother asked him to come. Yes. Now, I don’t know where the string of wind chimes was put, maybe my brother also forgot.”

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

At that time, Song Yu pursed his lips like he does now, his eyes were cold.

But all of a sudden, the river of mist that was going cold in front of his eyes was covered with one hand.

It was Ji Anhe who didn't have time to hesitate, so he raised his hand to cover Song Yu's cold eyes, just like covering him from the sky under the windshield that day, covering up some of the resentment in his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with Ji Tong." Ji An explained peacefully, "I don't complain about anything."

Song Yu closed his eyes, listening to Ji Anhe's last words that were too plain, but his heart throbbed because of the excessive tenderness.

"You must love your father very much." Song Yu changed the coldness just now, swallowed uncontrollably, put his hand on Ji Anhe's, and changed the subject clumsily

"Why do you say that?" Ji Anhe asked.

"Because of that sound, you will go back to find that wind chime. And didn't you say it was given to you by your father?"

"Yes, but I only remember the voice, and I have almost forgotten my father's appearance now." Ji Anhe smiled self-deprecatingly, he raised the wine jar, and invited Song Yu and the newly promoted Yue Tongyin said, "He passed away not long after he was born in Ji Tong. It's been almost ten years since he was born."

The frosty white of the moonlight replaced the golden color just now, and it sprinkled down on Ji Anhe's non-smiling smile.

Ji Anhe's words are still consistent and gentle: "I still have a very vague memory of my childhood. I remember that our house also had a roof garden at that time. My father hung wind chimes in the garden. He loved it. I often go up to bother the person who reads, and every time I go up, the wind chime will ring, and I will remember it after ringing for a long time."

"That's why you said you liked my roof garden before..."

"Maybe it's partly because of him." Ji Anhe added, "My mother said before that I look like him, just in my bones, like him. He probably also..."

Song Yu took advantage of the moonlight to get close to Ji Anhe, his eyes looked at his eyebrows, eyes, lips and whole body, and then he answered.

"He's probably a gentle man, too."

Only gentle people can raise such a gentle Ji Anhe.

Yuexia's eyes were slightly curved, filled with the tenderness of moonlight, and she softly replied:

"Perhaps so."

As the tide ebbs and the sand moves away, some persistent things are slowly changing under the moon in Erhai Lake.