MTL - Butterfly and Whale-Chapter 15 crystal

There were a lot of people camping at night, Jing Yue greeted the person in charge of the camp in advance, and reserved two tents, which were far away from the crowd and relatively quiet.

Mo Hai drank too much green plum wine for dinner, and was carried into the tent by Jing Yue after dinner, and he didn't even watch the fireworks that he had been thinking about all along.

At night, the waves and tides are churning, and a full moon hangs over the far edge of the sea, shining brightly and silently.

Hu Die and Jing Yu sat on the beach in front of the tent, listening to the sound of the tide and watching the bright moon. It was a rare quiet moment.

After a while, she suddenly opened her mouth, but hesitated to speak: "That day..."

"What?" Jing Yu turned his head and looked over.

"That day...I shouldn't have said that about you." Hu Die rested her head on her knees and buried her face between her legs: "I'm sorry, Brother Jingyu."

His cowardice, cowardice, dare not face the escape of failure.

She has never experienced it.

"It's nothing." Jing Yue looked away, put his arms on his knees, and held a stalk of dry grass that he picked up from nowhere, "It's all over, isn't it? Besides, I also said ugly things to you , we... just treat it as even."

Hu Die was still in the same posture, lowering her head and muffled "um".

Jing Yu didn't want her to blame herself and think too much, so she changed the subject and said, "By the way, I'll show you something."

Hu Die was indeed aroused by curiosity, raised her head and asked, "What?"

"Gift." Jing Yue reached out sideways and brought the schoolbag on the side to him, took out a boxy gift box from it and handed it to Hu Die: "Open it and have a look."

Hu Die remembered that before the quarrel, he was indeed preparing a birthday present for himself. He thought he would not do it after the quarrel, so he said to give her three wishes.

She held it in her hand, lowered her eyes and said, "I thought you wouldn't do it..."

Jing Yue looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly: "Am I such a stingy person in your heart?"

"I'm not stingy, but it's strange to be irritating." Hu Die finished in a low voice, seeing him raising his hand as a gesture to hit him, she quickly shrank her neck and backed away: "A gentleman uses his mouth but doesn't move his hands, you are a **** if you move. "

"..." Jing Yu laughed, and lazily dropped his hands back, "Okay, I won't hit you."

Hu Die then moved back again, untied the blue ribbon outside the gift box, and asked before opening the lid, "Have I taken it apart?"

"Take it apart, it didn't explode|bomb."

"..." Hu Die muttered in a low voice while tearing it apart: "It's more pleasing to the eye when you don't speak."

Jing Yue couldn't deny it, propped his head on his elbows on his knees, and looked sideways at her unwrapping the presents.

Hu Die opened the lid, and the box was covered with sponges. There was a crystal ball in the center. Through the glass, one could see that the base was a whale living on the bottom of the sea, and there were many small fragments scattered around it. , shining brightly in the water.

"Look well." Hu Die took out the crystal ball, and all the tiny fragments floated up while shaking.

The moment they rose and fell, she saw clearly that each of the fragments was in the shape of a butterfly.

The entire crystal ball is like an ocean world that only exists in fairy tales.

The lonely whale lives in the deep sea, and the butterflies dancing around him are his only company in the long years.

Hu Die couldn't put it down holding it, "It's so beautiful, thank you brother Jing Yu."

Jing Yue looked at her and said, "It still has a surprise."

"what?"

He grabbed a large black coat from the side and put it on the two of them, the world around them suddenly darkened, only the crystal ball in her hand was emitting a faint blue light.

Hu Die's eyes lit up, and she was pleasantly surprised: "Why is this happening?"

"I put a layer of blue fluorescent powder on the base and all the butterflies." Jing Yu took the crystal ball from her hand and shook it lightly.

The blue butterflies danced lightly in the water, and some lightly landed on the whales. At this moment, they seemed to be alive.

Hu Die could no longer describe her feelings in words. She focused on the butterfly floating in the crystal ball, and suddenly said softly: "The lifespan of a butterfly is between three days and one month, and most butterflies are only a week old. life."

"Like them, I only have a few months of life, maybe shorter. But life is not how many days you live, but how many days you remember." She turned to look at Jing Yue: "Brother Jing Yue , thank you for letting me remember so many beautiful moments at the end of my life."

When she said this, the expression on her face was focused and serious, and her pupils were shining with light, showing no sadness or reluctance at all, as if she had been prepared for such a long time ago.

Jing Yue was very close to her, so close that he could see his unclear reflection in her eyes, and their breaths gradually became entangled in this small world.

He supported her on the sand behind her with one hand, and when he lowered his head and leaned slowly towards her, his Adam's apple rolled several times, and his voice trembled faintly: "Then remember more."

The last distance between each other was gradually shortened, so close that the tip of the nose touched, the breath blended, and the moment the lips touched, Hu Die shrank subconsciously.

It was as if she was scalded by his scorching temperature, which made her heart hot and sore, her eye sockets were hot, and the surging emotions were like rising tides, filling her heart to the brim.

The kiss was light, but the weight left behind was heavy.

Hu Die couldn't bear to close her eyes, and traced his outline with her eyes, remembering this moment with her heart.

Suddenly, something fell on the side of her face, which was warm.

Her nose suddenly became sore, and sadness welled up in her heart in an instant. Before Jing Yue retreated, she hastily closed her eyes, a line of clear tears slipped down the corners of her eyes, and fell into her hair.

Jing Yue ended suddenly and left in a hurry, he got up from the narrow darkness, leaving Hu Die sitting on the spot alone.

She tore off the coat on the top of her head, and the sea breeze dried the tears on her face.

There are hers, and there are his.

Jing Yue entered the tent.

Hu Die hugged her coat and sat outside for a while, got up and walked over, but there was no movement inside the tent, she stopped at the door, and asked with a smile: "Brother Jingyu, are you shy...?"

It took a long time to hear a low "hmm".

Hu Die couldn't help sighing, and squatted on the ground with her coat in her hands, "But shouldn't I be shy?"

Jing Yue didn't say anything.

Hu Die said again: "Are you planning to stay out all night tonight?"

There was still no movement in the room.

Hu Die sat there without moving, and said after a while: "But I'm a bit cold now, you and Mo Hai occupy a room alone, and I have nowhere to go."

As soon as the words fell, the curtain of the tent was lifted from the inside, and Jing Yue walked out with a bowed body, his voice was a little low: "Go in and sleep for a while, I will call you when the sun rises soon."

Hu Die stood up. She didn't know whether it was because the sand under her feet was too soft or she had been squatting for too long. When she got up, she felt dizzy for a moment, and her eyes went dark for a few seconds.

But she returned to normal soon, and she didn't care. She took two steps forward, and the dizziness came back again. Her feet were like stepping on a sponge, and she couldn't support her body at all.

"Butterfly!"

Before she fell down, Hu Die saw Jing Yue's hands stretched out towards her. She tried to hold them, but her whole body was limp, and before she lifted her hands, she was already held in Jing Yue's arms.

From a very close distance, she could clearly see the panic and red eyes on Jing Yue's face, and her voice was weak: "I'm fine, I'm just..."

Before she finished her comforting words, something gushed out of her nasal cavity, which was so warm that she didn't have time to wipe it off, nor did she have the strength to raise her hand.

Jing Yue wiped it in a hurry, but the nosebleed couldn't stop at all, like a broken faucet, he stood up holding her, his tall figure staggered in a hurry, and almost fell forward to the ground.

Hu Die grabbed his shirt, breathing could only be heard as exhalation, inhalation was almost inaudible: "I'm really... all right, just, cough cough, just a nosebleed... this is normal..."

"I know, don't be afraid, we'll go back to the hospital right away." Jing Yu pursed his lips tightly, fearing that the nosebleed would flow back while holding her, and changed to his back on the way, and she limply lay on his back, as light as floating, When the wind blows, it's gone.

"Hu Die, don't sleep." Jing Yue couldn't hear her response, and touched her head sideways, his throat was so dry and uncomfortable: "Don't sleep, talk to me."

He was running in the wind, gasping for breath, eager to get a response from her, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his chest: "Please..."

Under the night sky, only the sound of wind and footsteps remained.

Jing Yue didn't dare to stop, he walked fast, sweat slid down his forehead, and fell on Hu Die's arm hanging over his heart.

As if she heard his prayer, she moved her fingers slightly, and responded intermittently with her remaining consciousness: "Brother Jingyue..."

"I am here."

"Carrying my back... Tired."

"Not tired." Jing Yue breathed slowly: "You are not heavy at all, very light. I used to train in the team, and running with a weight is much heavier than you."

"Brother Jingyu..."

"Um?"

"I'm sorry." Hu Die closed his eyes, tears fell on his shoulders, the pain was like a brand.

"No, what are you sorry for?" Jing Yu gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes flushed, "Never, our little Hu Die is the best."

She said "hmm" with a nasal voice, but she couldn't stop her grievance at this moment, "But I can't figure it out, why is it me..."

yes.

Why her.

Jing Yue couldn't find the answer either, he didn't know what to say, comfort seemed like a drop in the bucket at this moment, he was silent, listening to her cry that she had never had before.

She said she didn't want to be sick.

Don't want to take medicine.

I don't want my parents to be sad.

…

Before arriving at the hospital, Jing Yu heard her crying, and finally said: "I really want to go back to the ice rink..."

Before he could respond, she had already been taken to the emergency room.

Jiang Man and Hu Yuanheng were also waiting outside the emergency room when they received the call. Jing Yu ran all the way, his white shirt was mostly wet, and there were still dried blood on his hands.

"Go and wash." Hu Yuanheng walked towards him, "Thank you for your hard work."

Jing Yu drank too much wind just now, and his throat was very dry. He wanted to say it was okay, but he didn't make a sound. He just shook his head and walked into the bathroom at the end of the corridor in a daze.

He looked at himself in the mirror, embarrassed and confused, besides his hands, there were also blood stains on his shoulders.

Jing Yu turned on the faucet, poured cold water on his face, thought of something, turned off the faucet again, took out his mobile phone and called the camp boss.

"Brother Ding, something happened to my friend. I brought her to the hospital. Mo Hai is sleeping alone in the tent. Please help me watch."

The other end of the phone should be refreshing, and then concerned: "Is your friend okay?"

"fine."

"Okay, got it."

After hanging up the phone, Jing Yu put the phone by the sink, turned on the faucet, and began to carefully wash the blood on his hands.

It's just that the more you wash, the clearer your sadness becomes.

He stopped scrubbing, leaned over and lowered his head, resting his hands on both sides of the pool, tears fell faster than the water on his face.

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Note: "Life is not how many days you live, but how many days you remember." - Xu Yuanchong.

"The lifespan of a butterfly is between three days and a month, and most butterflies only live for a week."

"Like them, I only have a few months to live." - Baidu Encyclopedia.