Unspeakable

Chapter 20 It would be great if I could go to the other side of the sky with you

It was late at night, Zhang Yang walked to the window with a glass of water, and handed it to Mu Chen: "Take a break, I've been watching for two and a half hours."

Mu Chen smiled: "I'm just resting."

"I've watched it for 16 years, can't I get enough of it?" Zhang Yang moved a chair and sat next to Mu Chen.

"Can't get enough of it."

Zhang Yang smiled helplessly, and also turned his gaze out of the window.In fact, this is also very good, try to compress the sleep time, and the two have more time to spend together.

Many people travel around the world when they don't have much time, but Zhang Yang thinks it's fine even if they don't go anywhere.Spend at home with the person you care about most, spend a second, earn a second; spend a day, earn a day.

It's just that Mu Chen's favorite thing to do is to stare at the sea in a daze. Could this be... like traveling around the world?

Zhang Yang yawned, watching the waves outside the window falling together, falling, rising, falling... If only his life was like waves, although he repeated it over and over again, it seemed that there would never be a disaster.

Unlike the lives of the two of them, it seems that all the hardships are piled up in front, like an unattainable hurdle. Although the opposite is happiness, the process of crossing is enough to overwhelm people.

Unfortunately, this is fate.Love can break into everywhere, but some people are blessed because of love, and some are hurt by love.Those poor but innocent people can only hold back their painful gasps on the road of fate...

I'm really tired.

Zhang Yang was a little sleepy, just as he closed his eyes, he heard Mu Chen say, "Zhang Yang."

He raised his head suddenly: "Huh?"

Mu Chen's eyes were a little misty, but he still stared out the window: "Sometimes, I feel that I hate this world."

"how do I say this."

"Sometimes the bus passes by, and the expressions of the people on the bus are so numb. Either they just lower their heads and immerse themselves in their own island, or they just look out of the window without any emotion. Even the angle is the same, as if they were frozen. ...

"Paulownia Avenue is like a small island in the sea of ​​cities. It has never been polluted, but has been mercilessly destroyed. Are people crazy, and the only purity they don't want to keep? Is it because people's hearts are too numb, Are beauty and ugliness the same? Or have you gotten used to ugliness, and pure things are too dazzling...

"Some people have said that love and death are two equal things in the world, but why are they both love, but some people have to hurt love for the sake of love, and some people go so hard and bitterly all their lives..."

Zhang Yang couldn't believe it, so he turned his head and saw that Mu Chen's eyes were full of tears.Zhang Yang didn't speak, he knew that Mu Chen wouldn't cry.

I'm really tired. Unspeakable.

"I hate it too, but I can't help it," Zhang Yang sighed, "In front of fate, we are really all children."

"But no matter what, we have to move forward."

Zhang Yang nodded.What Mu Chen said just now was exactly his heartfelt voice.Especially the last few sentences, pierced his heart like a sharp knife, and there was an overwhelming sting that made him unable to breathe.

So difficult, so bitter...

Zhang Yang stared at Mu Chen in a daze, at this moment there were no tears in his eyes at all.

Mu Chen's side face was melted into the lights of the city, making it look a bit hazy, making people think of a dream.

It is late, but the city still does not sleep.This so-called bustling city is so indifferent that it can't be touched by a single blow. It is entangled with everyone's broken joy, sorrow, unwillingness, hatred...all of these are so muddy and empty.

People always pursue the word "meaning", the meaning of love, the meaning of life, the meaning of history... But they never think about what the meaning of all these existences is.Perhaps the meaning itself has no meaning, it is just a virtual backing of people's sensitive heart, which seems solid but still fragile.

Zhang Yang raised his head and opened his sleepy eyes: "Do you want to watch it all night?"

"Well, when you're tired from watching, lie down here and sleep for a while."

Zhang Yang knew that Mu Chen couldn't be persuaded, so he took a pillow and stuffed it under his arm: "Then I'll watch with you too."

Mu Chen waved his hand lightly in front of him: "Actually, it's really pretty... Although you can't see the stars, you can see the sea and the lights of thousands of houses. The lights of each house are different. You can also imagine what people are doing, if someone is looking out the window, thinking the same thing as us..."

"No," Zhang Yang said to himself, "because God is unique."

"Huh?" Mu Chen was a little dazed, "Talking in a dream?"

Zhang Yang said with a smile: "Little angel Mu Chen, I am God, let's take a magnifying glass to look at this mortal world—ah, my dad is right, human beings are as small as ants!"

Mu Chen didn't hold back Le, and finally coughed a few times: "What are you thinking about all day, you child in the stars."

Zhang Yang was also happy, stretched out his hand to hold Mu Chen's hand, and found that his palm was cold.

Like the sea, the night sky of the city is also an indescribable color, but it is more complicated.The sea cannot tell whether it is blue or green, which are similar colors; but the night sky cannot tell whether it is blue or red, nor does it resemble purple.Mixing two contrasting colors can be confusing.

Looking at this not-so-beautiful color, Zhang Yang suddenly had a sentence in his mind.

If only I could go to that side of the sky with you.

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