Better to sleep with tenderness

In a civilized society, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, and Ge Feng waited restlessly on his seat. He drank eight bowls of tea, wishing he could go to the toilet.Seeing Wu Hongli come back, he complained, "I'm going to die, I thought you died violently in the toilet."why did you goAs for Wu Hongli, he sat down without saying a word, wanting to answer him.But he found that he couldn't remember the boy's face. The boy's face seemed to be made of water and oil, which was not impressive. It was covered with a mask of nothing. At first, he could remember the movements, but now he wanted to mention As soon as I mentioned it, even the sound disappeared, only a sentence lingered softly in my ear: My name is Feng Xian'er.Then it disappears.

Wu Hongli didn't mention it, but reminded Ge Feng that when he went to the latrine, he should pay attention to the two men and women doing good things in the latrine, and that thin boy named "Feng Xian'er", he should forget that he had met him.After drinking a bowl of tea, he had indeed forgotten about him. When the next play was staged, Wu Hongli only remembered to discuss with Ge Feng the bamboo poles sold in the suburbs, dirty shoes, and thorny reeds, so when Yu Ji came out, He didn't defend himself, so he only raised his head slightly, and then froze.

It was a crappy Concubine Yu, wearing a yellow shirt, holding a long sword, her face covered in oil paint, her whole body, only her hands and ears were exposed, playing with everyone.He slowly walked up to the stage with the sound of drums, his steps were steady, and he made a gesture. Under the hem of his skirt, a fluffy blue shoe was exposed. Wu Hongli could imagine the oily and musty smell above.Then, amidst the musty and oily smell, Wu Hongli's eyes moved up and stayed on Yu Ji's posture.Suddenly, Concubine Yu met his gaze.Then he turned his head slightly, exposing one ear, on which a few freckles were exposed, as if he was examining something, reminiscent of a turn, a pee, a face painted with oil paint, and then shaving The thin boy's fish-like back was exposed, and then the voice, posture, and panting all overlapped one by one—it was the boy himself.This made Wu Hongli startled slightly.Yu Ji turned around and walked to Bawang's side.As for Wu Hongli, such a Concubine Yu made him sigh like a lifetime ago, ah, he didn't lie to me, he really was.He thought again, oh, it turned out to be such a face.At this moment, he couldn't hear the drama, couldn't see the person, he just thought, so it was him.It seemed to be very surprised, and it seemed to be an old friend.Sitting next to him, Ge Feng thought softly, singing well.Wu Hongli didn't answer, he just thought of some words in a trance, such as superficial water, lightning and thunder, these words were only waiting to be used sometime, and now they finally come in handy.

After the play was over, Ge Feng and him went backstage to present flowers. Ge Feng was rich and free, so he loved to do these things.Ge Feng was holding a bouquet in one hand, and was gesticulating with the person pretending to be Xiang Yu with the other hand. The flowers in his hand buried his bald head.When he looked around, he saw Yu Ji walking slowly from a distance, taking off hairpins and bead chains as she walked, and Yu Ji took off the shoes, revealing a pair of big, angular feet , stepping on the ground recklessly.Half of his makeup had been taken off, and half of his face was struggling in the night.Wu Hongli wanted to shout, but suddenly remembered that Concubine Yu is not called "Concubine Yu" now, but "Fengxian'er", so he didn't say anything.

However, Feng Xian'er had already seen him.Because he found a person standing there suddenly, he was shocked and flustered.Then, he immediately realized that it was Wu Hongli, so he nodded and smiled at him. At this time, he was a little embarrassed, like the boy in the toilet again, urinated a lot, and wanted to hurry Escape from the latrine.Then he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, maybe something like "Look, I am Concubine Yu", but when the matter came to an end, he seemed to have forgotten it.Wu Hongli could only look at each other politely with him in a very long corridor, without any separation between them, but they both seemed to be thinking, oh, it is such a face.The moon at nine o'clock has been cut so thin that it is not easy to see people.The only thing left is the kerosene lamp in the background, its shadow scattered on the ground like a layer of hard mercury.

"You have to be careful." Ge Feng said.At this time, they left the theater and walked on the hard stone ground, Ge Feng said so suddenly.Wu Hongli froze for a moment, then turned to look at him, there was still a lot of meaning between them, and others couldn't understand this sentence.Ge Feng pointed to the sky and then to the ground. If Wu Hongli was not Wu Hongli but someone else, he might think that Ge Feng was asking who he is, where he is, and where he is going.Well, this is a Buddhist story, but Wu Hongli is Wu Hongli, he closed his mouth tightly, and understood it all at once.Ge Feng refers to the ubiquitous three thousand eyes sent by the chief's daughter.But Wu Hongli didn't understand why Ge Feng told him to be careful.

I am not going to die.He thought to himself, wanted to speak.If you mean that "Feng Xian'er"... He was startled when he thought about it.He seldom thinks, and he is unwilling to think. The thinking at this time makes him wonder whether it is he who is thinking or "Feng Xian'er" himself that frightens him.In this way, he was even more reluctant to think about it.In the end, when he arrived at the door of the house, he didn't answer Ge Feng, whether he was careless or careful.After returning to the bedroom, he stripped himself naked as usual, and sat in the dark, staring at each other with three thousand eyes, but this time, the only difference was that he erected, ambitiously, For no reason.

The condition of erection, on the second day, subsided like a tide, leaving only faint traces, like the heavy ground after an elephant has passed by.But the ruins left by it are for Wu Hongli to think about. He himself doesn't know why he erected/raised, but he can do research on it, although he has no interest.In the next few days, he will live his life as he wants, just like before he met the chief's daughter, he should sleep and eat.His life is also the same as after offending the chief's daughter, with three thousand eyes watching him, and the death penalty following him, but he is calmly eating tea, rice, oil and salt.From others' point of view, he has not changed, but from Wu Hongli's own point of view, he knows that he has some changes, but he doesn't know if his eyes have spotted it and reported it to her.But he's not dead yet, so maybe not yet.

Wu Hongli's first change is that he has nothing to do. It is true that he used to have nothing to do, but he was not aware of it before, but now he is aware of it. He feels that he has nothing to do all day long.The consequence or cause of doing nothing is that he is very idle. Since he is very idle, he will inevitably think about things, maybe mud, maybe reeds, and maybe people.Who do you think, his mind is in a mess, but here he is very clear.There was a face in his mind, a blank face without a face, and beside the face were a pair of ears with a few tiny freckles growing on them, the freckles were serious and forbidding, revealing nothing.In the chaos, Wu Hongli suddenly saw these freckles and knew who he was thinking about. He felt uncomfortable because he knew who this face belonged to, but he couldn't remember what he looked like, but he clearly I remember that person again.

"It's called Feng Xian'er." Before he knew it, he said Feng Xian'er's name and whispered it softly.He just decided, well, let me see what he looks like.

And this is his second change.Every night, when the stars are twinkling, Wu Hongli will step out of the house and go to the theater, spending some money, but he doesn't do anything else, he just hangs around inside, waiting for Feng Xian'er to appear , or in the background, take a look at him secretly, watch a play, finish watching, that face comes to mind quietly, and he leaves.He had no plans for Feng Xian'er, and he didn't have any hopes. If he had to give a reason, he could only say that he wanted to take a look, like watching a rain, a piece of land that hasn't grown well.What he thinks is important is that that person is Yu Ji, Yu Ji is Feng Xian'er, and Feng Xian'er is the person in his mind, that is not a woman, not a middle-aged man, but a boy who is only 19 years old.Therefore, he was satisfied, and his heart was full of snow, as if there was a secluded forest.

But after doing this for a long time, people gradually felt a little strange, and clues were revealed out of boredom.The so-called water drop wears stone through, that is, this truth.At the beginning, people turned a blind eye to Wu Hongli and were not surprised by his every move. For example, when Wu Hongli came to the theater, he was a regular visitor.However, every time Wu Hongli came, he seemed to leave just to see someone. He never stayed or chatted. It was different from the past, so it was doubtful.People began to speculate that they only needed to ask Wu Hongli, but they didn't want to.Because Wu Hongli is a death row prisoner, they are obliged to guess rather than ask the death row prisoner.So everyone just peeped, quietly, like dawn.Whenever Wu Hongli came to the theater, some of them pretended to drink tea, some pretended to read newspapers, and some bumped into Wu Hongli, and then said sorry to Wu Hongli, hoping to find out something.They guessed so hard that in the end, the guessing seemed a bit too sharp. In short, they tried so hard to pry into the secret, almost like the eyeliner of the chief's daughter, maybe they were all her eyeliner, they all Is her avatar, wanting to read the last page of the novel.

However, even though what they did was so obvious, Wu Hongli still didn't realize it. He just wanted to find that face, and the outside world had nothing to do with him.And the spy did not find anything.They doubted everyone in the theater, hurried around as detectives, eagerly flipped through the books, wanting to read a certain answer in advance, so they forgot to watch the play instead, and forgot to doubt Feng Xianer who was standing on the stage singing itself.Feng Xian'er was like that pinch of river in a river, just like that, being let over by stones.

As for Feng Xian'er, what do you think?He was singing, standing tall, and being his safe concubine, but the people in the world lost the energy to look at him. They all followed Wu Hongli, so Wu Hongli was the only one in the whole world sitting under the stage, holding his head high. Head over to see him sing all the stuff.Feng Xian'er recognized that face, he was the temporary general who guarded the door for him when he peed that day, when he was standing beside him, the square next to him gasped and stabbed, but the man resisted motionlessly , disagree.Feng Xian'er recognized that face, just like Wu Hongli knew himself.One of them was in the auditorium, the other was on the stage, silent, one was singing, and the other was watching.

I forgot to say thank you last time.When he saw Wu Hongli, he wanted to tell Wu Hongli.Just say it once, just say it.That day in the toilet, he wanted to thank Wu Hongli, but he forgot when he ran away in a panic.At nine o'clock at night, when the moon was very round, they met again in the corridor. At this time, Feng Xian'er should have said something, but he was only focused on looking at Wu Hongli, so he forgot again.He didn't remember until Wu Hongli left.The next day, when he woke up from the dream, he had already forgotten what Wu Hongli looked like. That face was so ordinary that it was instantly dissolved in Feng Xian'er's memory.But after Wu Hongli came to the theater every day, Feng Xian'er could see him no matter what. If he couldn't remember once, he would do it twice, and if he couldn't remember twice, he would do it three times. It is a doctor and a medicine.Later, Feng Xian'er could finally remember him.Every eyebrow on his face, every rough beard, the irises and whites of his slack eyes...

Feng Xian'er finally remembered him, at this moment, it seemed easy to say "thank you".But he can't find a chance. He has plays to sing and words to memorize. Every time he wants to say something or greet him, Wu Hongli has already gone far away. In short, it seems that everything is blocking the existence of a word. .

You see, I remember yours.Feng Xian'er wanted to say.Say it openly.After singing, he walked over, smiling.Unknowingly, the sentence he wanted to say to Wu Hongli had changed from "thank you" to this sentence.But he vaguely felt that it seemed impossible.He noticed that in the theater, there seemed to be many people with nonchalant faces, watching Wu Hongli, as if they wanted to take the opportunity to bite and drag Wu Hongli to hell.They all said that Wu Hongli was a prisoner on death row, but if he was a prisoner on death row, how could he live?Feng Xian'er didn't understand, but he knew he couldn't just rush forward like this, so his words fell back into his stomach and were digested.But this sentence is corroded by the gastric juice, and the next sentence will grow, and the fruit will continue to grow, each sentence is bigger and longer than the original, green, blue, and melancholy, trembling in his throat.He wants to talk more.When he saw Wu Hongli's face, he wanted to say something.As for what to say, only those new fruits know, he himself no longer knows, because after being digested and regrown again and again, those fruits have changed beyond recognition, Feng Xian'er thought, maybe it was a sentence "I recognize you" , maybe just a "thank you" - especially when acting, Feng Xian'er is on stage, Wu Hongli is off stage, Feng Xianer is a river, Wu Hongli is a person watching the river, here they look at each other, When they searched and groped for each other, thinking, "Oh, it's such a face", but didn't say a word, Feng Xian'er's desire became more urgent, he wanted to talk to him, he trembled and breathed like a tongue Duckweed grew on it.

But Wu Hongli is not easy to be caught. He often sneaks away 5 minutes before the end of the play, or even earlier, passing through the newspaper, grinding his teeth, and chewing The crowd of food scum, through the backstage full of darkness and contradictions, returned to his life.On the contrary, Feng Xian'er mustered up her courage.If he doesn't say it, maybe one day he will disappear.No one would criticize this disappearance, but Feng Xian'er was disturbed by it.

So, go ahead.As he thought about it, he waited quietly, but what he wanted to say was firm.The fruit in his heart slowly expanded.The more days went by, the more intense the thought in his heart that he wanted to express quickly, like a clock that was approaching twelve o'clock at noon.Whenever his performance ended, he stepped off the stage quickly, looking around for Wu Hongli, his hands trembling on the costume, and he couldn't even hold a pen or a hairpin steadily.He failed to meet Wu Hongli many times, but every time he was not disappointed, he would always meet him.In this way, he took such a step closer every day, and every day he sailed secretly towards the source of the river, and he felt that he would always meet him, just a little faster, a little faster.

One day, the end of the river was finally reached.That day, as usual, he went off the stage to look for Wu Hongli after singing, but he couldn't find him.So he turned his head resentfully, walked into the dressing room backstage, took off his makeup, and then walked out again.At the moment when he came out, he saw Wu Hongli coming from the opposite side, hastily and quickly, when he saw him, Wu Hongli froze for a moment.At this moment, they faced each other on the promenade, just like the first night, with the moon behind them, they looked at each other and saw each other clearly.At this time, the swelled fruit could finally rush down from the throat.Feng Xian'er was secretly delighted, what kind of sentence was that?he thinks.I recognize you.He tremblingly thought this way, and was extremely prepared for this, just one sentence, just this one sentence.But the fruit didn't listen to him, he was only responsible for raising it, but he couldn't see through it.The fruit popped out from the tip of her tongue, and with trembling lips, Feng Xian'er touched her face, only to be surprised to find tears slowly sliding down.It turned out that the sentence had grown too big. It was one sentence at first, and then it became ten sentences, one hundred sentences, ten thousand sentences, and finally gave up suddenly, and there was only one sentence left.

I miss you.He said, softly, surprising even himself.