Your Distance

Late at night, Ting Shuang was lying in bed and talking to Bai Changyi on the other side of the phone.

"Did you find that you have lost a handkerchief?" Ting Shuang held the forgotten handkerchief.

Park Changyi said, "No."

Ting Shuang put his handkerchief in front of the camera: "This is always here with me."

Park Chang smiled and said, "Well, I know."

"Oh?" Ting Shuang said, "You just said you didn't find it lost."

Bai Changyi said, "How can you be lost with you?"

Doesn't seem to count.

Ting Shuang looked at the ring on his hand.

Well, of course not.

He put the phone aside, and rolled it on the bed with a sweet miss, and picked it up after flipping over, saying to Bo Changyi lightly, "My husband, I am going to sleep."

For the first time, Bai Changyi heard this title, his lips lipted up, "What did you say?"

"I said, cough." Ting Shuang laughed hard and announced aloud like a spokesperson, "Your husband, I am going to sleep."

Stress is placed in the first sentence.

"Well." Bai Chang smiled indulgently, whispered next to the microphone, "Good night."

"Good night." Ting Shuang was about to hang up the video, thinking about it, and asked Bai Changyi, "Is it dark over there?"

Park Chang walked to the window and said, "It's sunset."

Ting Shuang also got out of bed barefoot, walked to the window, and opened the curtains: "It's early in the morning here, and there are many stars in the sky."

He remembered the stars that he had seen in the yard, in the mountains, with the dark sea.

"I also have a lot of stars here," Park said.

Ting Shuang said, "You can't see it there, it's not dark yet."

"I can't see it." Bai Changyi looked at the bright sky, and the dazzling sunlight covered the other stars. "But I know they are in the sky."

Ting Shuang's heart suddenly became quiet. He couldn't see Park Changyi most of the day, but he knew that Park Changyi was there. He sat on the windowsill and talked to Bo Changyi about Zhu Wenjia. As he recalled, he said that from the trivia of their childhood to an hour before they played football together, they whispered softly, quietly like leaves swaying in the breeze.

"Do you know, today I saw my brother wearing my old clothes, just like looking at myself before. I don't know how to feel that way ..." Ting Shuang turned his head and looked at the night sky outside the window for a while. Set your eyes back on the phone screen.

Bai Changyi looked at Ting Shuang with a slight smile in his eyes. He understood what Ting Shuang was talking about.

"I will remember when we have contradictions, or when I mess up something-I know I do this often-" Ting Shuang paused, "You never blame me, you never got angry. Today When Zhu Wenjia came to me, I suddenly understood ... what it feels like to stand in your place. "

It turns out that the impassiveness is not just cultivation, but really thinks that it's nothing.

It seems that there are no major events, including old age and sickness.

It felt very complicated, and Ting Shuang couldn't say for a moment.

It may be because of Bo Changyi's influence, or it may be that after looking at the mountains and rivers, he looked back, and his perspective had become different. He knows what insecure children look like. He knew what was going on. He knows that many things are not easy, and there is no right or wrong. It's also possible, simply because he already has enough love so much that he doesn't want to care about anything anymore.

It's like a stingy spirit, bitter vinegar, mixed with frost and snow, boiled into an altar gentle.