There is a sun in the east that is about to rise but has not yet risen.
The moon is about to set in the west.
Time freezes.
Like,
The memories of Xu Qian and Chen Yang,
Just stay there.
also,
Only exists in memory.
We sat facing each other in silence for a long time, as if we wanted to sit together until the end of the world.
without warning,
Chen Yang said: "I suddenly figured it out."
Xu Qi'an looked away from his attachment, looking at Chen Yang with the anger of having his dream broken, and said in a deep voice: "What?"
"You don't hate me."
Chen Yang shook his head and said with a self-deprecating smile:
"I just discovered that you don't hate me."
Xu Qian was noncommittal and replied calmly: "Really?"
"I ruined your good deeds,
It ruined your wish."
As Chen Yang spoke, he waved his hand.
between two people,
One table, one stove, one pot, two cups.
Boil water and make tea.
Chen Yang stretched out his hand and took it, flying to Xu Qi'an and levitating it.
Just as he had just figured out that Xu Qi'an didn't hate him, Chen Yang had just realized that this was originally an illusory world, communicating through the air.
Then, Xu Qi'an was able to turn his own memory into a nearly real scene, and put Chen Yang into it, like a dream.
Chen Yang can naturally turn the void into reality and condense matter out of thin air.
"So, the first time I knew you came to earth, I thought you were here to take revenge on me."
"I ruined your revenge, and you want to ruin my home?"
Chen Yang sipped his tea and said scary words, but his tone was as calm as if he had been growing up for decades and talking about meeting up for a drink together in the evening.
Xu Qian shook his head.
He held the tea in both hands, brought it to his face, first sniffed it gently, and then took a sip, cherishing it like an eighty-year-old man, tremblingly touching the eighteen-year-old girl's little hand with his hands covered with age spots.
So cherished, so attached to.
"Why."
Xu Qian's taste stopped and he stood up.
"Do you believe?"
"I have never drunk tea, even the poorest tea, from the roadside or in teahouses, with a few copper coins in a bowl, and I have never drank it, even if I can listen to a storyteller for a long time."
"I don't want to give it up."
"A few copper coins can give Xu Lu a red head rope, and I can exchange it for a bun to satisfy Fu'er's craving. This is the best thing for her."
"Not just me, my parents, my wife, my sister, my whole family has never had tea."
"It turns out that this is what it feels like."
Xu Qi'an was still holding the tea cup with both hands, looking like he was thinking hard. After all, he was clumsy and could only say dryly:
"It tastes good."
Chen Yang didn't know how to speak for a while, so he remained silent.
"Can't you think of it?"
"You are a young master."
"What is tea? It's just water."
"I don't know that your cup of tea is just a dream to us. We will still say that I have never had a cup of tea in my life."
Xu Qian was talking to himself, turned around to face the two tile-roofed houses, and poured the tea in his hand towards the tile-roofed houses.