MY STAR YOUR STAR

No sadness, no depression.If these people are Qianqiu's students, they must know about the teacher's illness, but they can still talk and laugh without any scruples.This is also an attitude of human beings when they face death and the end.

Even though Qianqiu has experienced many sorrows and partings in his life, at this moment, surrounded by students, admired and respected, he must be happy.

The luck and misfortune of life cannot be measured with a ruler. Whether there is more luck or more misfortune, it is like Qianqiu. How others judge his luck or misfortune, he can't do it at all.However, at this moment, hearing this laughter, the stinging pain in my heart that had been stranded for several days was finally able to subside.

When the fog began to dissipate and the sun was slightly revealed, the students reluctantly said goodbye.

After knowing that Qianqiu and Ryota are his bloodlines, Zhui Shengling has never known what kind of expression and state he will show when he sees these two people again.However, when we actually saw it, nothing seemed to have changed.

"I always feel that Shu-jun and Ling-jun have known each other for a long time." When delivering the oil painting to Jiulan Shu, Qian Qiu said with a smile.

"Are...are you in good health?" Zhui Shengling supported Qianqiu to sit down, "Do you want to take a rest?"

Although it was a little strange why we met again, the young man no longer used honorific words to him, but Qian Qiu didn't care, and felt more kind, "No need. The doctor said before, probably we can survive this winter, and see the spring blossoms, It’s just that I can’t make it to Ryota’s graduation ceremony.”

There was no sadness in the voice, no worry, calm and calm, only a little bit of regret when talking about Ryota's graduation ceremony.

Zhui Shengling sat down next to each other, he stretched out his hand, suppressed the trembling of his fingertips, and held Qianqiu's hand.

"Mr. Zero?" Qianqiu saw the young man in front of him smiling, with a gentle and beautiful smile on the corner of his mouth, and he shook the young man's hand back.

"I will go, me and... Shu, will go."

"Thank you."

This was the first and last time that Zhuo Shengling asked about Qianqiu's physical condition, and even after meeting several times, he never asked again.

There are many misfortunes in being a human being, but all misfortunes will disappear with death.

There is much happiness in being human, because, even though death takes body and soul, you are always alive in the memory of some.

This winter is long and short.

This winter, after learning about that person from the Hunter Association, Shinichi bid farewell to his father again. Before leaving, holding Zero, Shinichi said, I'm sorry, Zero, crying unladylike.Although it was just an apology, Zhuo Shengling knew what this daughter was talking about.He stroked Shinichi's long hair of the same color as his parents, and responded, fool, nothing will change even if you are by my side, so don't blame yourself.

In this winter, Xiao finally bid farewell to the haze of his beloved wife's death, and he asked Jiu Lanshu to get back the light.Guang reluctantly said goodbye to Jiu Lanshu, Mao Duoduo, and Zhuo Shengling.Holding my father's neck and crying with tears in my eyes, weeping in grievance, you finally came to pick me up.

In this winter, Jiu Lanshu and Zhuo Shengling had a tacit understanding and did not touch the problems between them again.

At the end of this winter, when the branches first saw greenery, Qianqiu passed away.On the recliner in the studio, in the warm sunshine, accompanied by Liang Tai and Little Apple, he fell into a long sleep peacefully.

The funeral was held on a clear afternoon at the junction of winter and spring.

Qianqiu didn't have any relatives, and most of the people who attended the funeral were friends and students.The appearance of Jiu Lanshu and Zhui Shengling in this group of people is not very abrupt.

When the sun was setting, the people who remembered him had gradually left, and there were only four people left in front of Qianqiu's cemetery, Jiu Lanshu, Cone Shengling, Liang Tai, and Little Apple.

Perhaps, because she had already been psychologically prepared, Ryota accepted her grandfather's death calmly.After standing silent for a long time, the boy hugged the girl who had been closely following him all the time, pretending to be indifferent, Apple, after graduation, let's get married.

The girl embraced her boyfriend and replied, yes.

There is nothing romantic about this proposal scene.The boy who received an affirmative answer finally showed his first smile in the past few days.

Before leaving, Little Apple looked at Jiu Lanshu and Zhui Shengling hesitantly, hesitating to speak.Liang Tai put her arms around Little Apple's shoulders, looked at the two people still standing in front of her grandfather's grave, "He has something to say to his grandfather."

Little Apple nodded and didn't say anything else, she already knew that Lord Shu and Ryota's grandfather had known each other for a long time.Presumably, there is a lot to say.

The boy and the girl held hands tightly, and walked away in the silence, stepping on the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Do you have anything to say to Qianqiu, Zero?" Cone Sheng Ling, who was wearing a black suit, had a serious face, which made Jiu Lanshu a little worried, but he didn't get a response, he continued, "Crying is not a sign of weakness, Zero, I don't will laugh at you."

Cone Shengling still did not respond.

Jiu Lanshu sighed, "Then go home." He grabbed Zhui Shengling's hand, but the other party didn't resist at all.

"I don't know, Jiulan, my eyes are very dry." When getting into the car, Zhui Shengling said suddenly.

Jiu Lanshu was a little surprised, he turned his head to look over, and Zhui Shengling turned his face sideways, his slender eyelashes fluttered, and his expression was blank.There was another pounding sound in the chest cavity, accompanied by slight pain.Leaning over, he kissed those beautiful purple eyes as light as butterfly wings, and he murmured, "It's okay, Zero."

If tears can take away your sorrow, then I will do what you want.

TBC

two quarters

On the way back from the cemetery, Zhuo Shengling was fascinated by the scenery flying outside the window.Jiu Lanshu didn't try to break the silence either, and was speechless all the way.

After Shinichi and Hikari left the huge house, it returned to the peace of daily life.

It was Jiu Lanshu who broke the silence, "Follow me, Zero." Grasping Zhui Shengling's wrist, he came to the glass study covered by orange light.

Looking at the obedient and silent follower, Jiu Lanshu sighed, this kind of bewilderment is very unaccustomed, like the cat Duoduo who was abandoned by the owner in the book, looking around blankly, not knowing where she is.He can not disturb Qianqiu's life, not to interfere with the survival trajectory of future generations, but he can't let go of watching death again and peeling off the wounds left by him.

"Zero, have you ever been drunk?"

The clean Cone Health Zero looks like it is insulated from alcohol, which is so depraved. This bloody liquid is the best pastime for a vampire like him when he is bored. It's not easy to get drunk.

Sure enough, in those lavender eyes, the daze receded slightly.These are breathtakingly beautiful eyes, especially when they are on fire because of his words and deeds of Jiu Lanshu.It's just that he doesn't like the emptiness overflowing from those eyes, time and time again, from a simple dislike to gradually, the radical becomes a pain in the heart.

The owner of the purple eyes finally gave the answer shaking his head. Jiu Lanshu took the other party's hand and sat down on the carpet covered with orange light. They faced each other, stared at each other, and invited, "Do you want to try?"

The red liquid was poured into the goblet, and Jiu Lanshu took a sip, and moved his fingers to loosen the tie that had been bound for a day, "Occasionally use foreign objects to give yourself a chance to breathe, Zero." He loosened his neck The bondage between the two, the slender and pale fingers reached the opposite side again, unbuttoned Zhuo Shengling's clothes, walked upstream, hooked the index finger slightly, untied the tie, and then loosened the top button of the shirt.

"Come on, taste it, zero."

The red lips touched by the wine glass opened slightly, and in the orange light dimmed into a more attractive color than the liquid in the glass, Jiu Lanshu thought inappropriately, how suitable to be kissed.

Zhui Shengling never resisted all of Jiu Lanshu's actions, or in other words, his consciousness was not here at all, but the cup full of wine on his lips overlapped Jiu Lanshu's words.

wine?If you are drunk, can you temporarily dilute the fatigue in your body?When the thought rushed into his mind, Zhui Shengling almost snatched the wine glass from Jiu Lanshu's hand, tilted his head slightly, and drank the red liquid in one gulp.

The slightly cool liquid ran across the throat, with similar colors and very different tastes, tilting the head slightly, arousing thoughts, and gradually feeling the heat gushing out of the body.

He pushed away Jiu Lanshu's hand, and took the exquisitely shaped transparent bottle in his hand, poured the liquid into his mouth, and dripped down the corner of his lips into his neck without swallowing.

Jiu Lanshu's eyes were chasing the light red traces sliding on the white skin, and there was a color of desire in his eyes that was not often seen.

In the silence, the orange light changes angles and gradually leaves the body of Cone Shengling, but the sight of Jiu Lanshu never leaves.

He watched silently, watched the bottle in his hand become empty, watched that fair face gradually turn red like clouds, watched those purple eyes begin to blur, watched... the lavender eyes overflowed with transparent... Fluid, slid down the cheeks.

At that moment, Jiu Lanshu was extremely calm and sober, searching all the fragments related to this person in his memory, whether such a conical zero appeared.

Turns out, no.

And the seemingly endless tears that flowed from those empty eyes fell silently, and it was unknown when they would stop.

The person who was crying didn't seem to realize it.

Jiu Lanshu watched the tears fall on the back of Zhui Shengling's hands, on the fallen glass of wine, and into the white carpet.

His cold fingers reached over, touching the liquid that was about to fall off the warm skin.At the moment of touching, the burning pain grew from the index finger to the heart.

Only held hostage by alcohol