passenger

On the stage, Faye Wong changed into a second set of clothes, a yellow dress.

"It's spring now..." Shi Dongdong finally spoke, his voice very soft.

Qiao Hao suddenly realized, "So it's winter at the beginning of the show?"

Shi Dongdong didn't laugh at his clumsiness, but suddenly his eyes lit up, "Listen, this is a passenger!"

"Do you like this one very much?"

"My favorite." Shi Dongdong finally turned his eyes to Qiao Hao, and against the background of the fluorescent sticks all over the place, his eyes were twinkling with stars.

Faye Wong sang selflessly on the stage, sometimes holding the floor microphone, and sometimes shaking her body lightly.

"The sky is blood-red/The stars are gray-silver/Where is your lover/..."

Qiao Hao listened hard to the lyrics, trying to hear the reason why Shi Dongdong loves it the most.

However, before he could understand the entire song, the next piece of music was already playing, "Angel".

What started with this song was the wind blowing on the stage. The wind lifted the corners of Faye Wong's skirt, and the original ordinary dress seemed to turn into a blooming flower. screamed.

"It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful—so beautiful!" Shi Dongdong also shouted.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited..." Qiao Hao muttered silently.

When the audience's cheers overshadowed the singing on the stage, everyone consciously stopped their voices.

At this time, Shi Dongdong leaned on the seat, and suddenly said to Qiao Hao, "You know what? When I was in junior high school, there was a time when I wished I could be a good-looking girl like her."

Qiao Hao was surprised, his eyes widened slightly.

He thought Shi Dongdong would say something more, but the man turned his eyes to the stage again.

The pretty girl on the stage kept singing, from spring to summer, and from summer to autumn, the yellow skirt turned dark green, and then blue again, without a word of extraneous words, as if she was the only one in the whole world Sing.

"Autumn is over, will it go back to winter again?" Qiao Hao was a little absent-minded, he kept thinking about what Shi Dongdong said about those things in junior high school.He was sure that among those things, there must be himself.

"After the four seasons are over, it's time for reincarnation or rebirth..." Shi Dongdong seemed to be thinking.

The lights in the audience dimmed for a moment, and when they were turned on again, there was music on the stage but no singing.On the large screen in the background there appears an open field where a seed is about to break out.

Qiao Hao was attracted by the music, and couldn't help looking at the background picture. The effect of the sound and picture made his scalp tingle, and he knew that this would be the climax of the concert.

"I guess the last song should be "The Flower of the Other Shore"." Shi Dongdong sighed.

Qiao Hao moved his eyes to the curtain on the stage again, and sure enough, the branch that broke through the ground slowly grew upwards, without leaves but a bud, the bud unfolded, and instead of blooming, it branched out into six branches, and then the six branches spread out The opened buds bloomed at the same time, and a blood-red flower finally appeared, the flower heart scattered, and stray vines stretched out.

"Guess right." Shi Dongdong narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the flower on the curtain.

"Did you know, it is said that this flower blooms on Huangquan Road. It is a large area, like the blood shed before death. It is the only scenery on that road." He said to Qiao Hao again.

Qiao Hao had already been poisoned by the music in his ears, and when Shi Dongdong said this, he felt that his mind was going to be dizzy.

The person on the stage finally appeared, changed into a long black dress, with two blood-red eye shadows on the pale makeup, like a ghost appearing in the middle of the night, or like a god who has fallen into the world of mortals, and the opposite angle on the curtain Another her appeared, and the two figures sang across the bank.

"If there is such a flower on the road, it will be very beautiful. When I go there, I will hum this song and pick one at the same time..."

Before Shi Dongdong finished speaking, Qiao Hao stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, and stopped him from continuing with his eyes.

The palm of Shi Dongdong domineeringly covered half of Shi Dongdong's face, but his exposed eyes gradually bent, looking at Qiao Hao.

Qiao Hao knew that he was laughing, laughing at himself.

But he couldn't hear Shi Dongdong say such words, what is Huangquan Road, what is he walking while humming... These words are matched with the weird music at the moment, as if there is such a picture in front of his eyes.

He couldn't accept it at all.

Qiao Hao forgot whether it was he who put down his hand slowly, or Shi Dongdong held his hand and told him to put it down, because until the end of the show, the lyrics in "The Flower of the Other Shore" kept echoing in his ears, that cold and ghostly Faye Wong Repeatedly singing - I am not afraid, I love him very much, I am not afraid, I love him very much...

Shi Dongdong also sat in his seat without moving, staring blankly.

In fact, many people were like them, not moving, unwilling to leave, even though the singer had left, even though the vegetable shed was still echoing only the pre-recorded "Heart Sutra".

"Qiao Hao, thank you." Shi Dongdong finally said, "Please let me watch this concert."

"It's nothing..." Qiao Hao wanted to answer him, but felt that there was nothing to say.

The fluorescent stick fell to the ground at some point, and Shi Dongdong bent down to pick it up.

"I feel like I'm complete." He hugged the light stick in his arms, and when he looked at Qiao Hao again, there seemed to be tears in his eyes.

Qiao Hao almost thought that he was about to cry, but in the next second, the man stood up and took his hand, "Let's go, sit down again and the security guards will come to chase him away, and there will be no car to go back!"

Shi Dongdong was right, the car to go back was really difficult to sit in, the two of them waited for the bus outside the vegetable shed with the crowd, but the bus was nowhere to be seen, and the taxis that had already lined up were chased away by the people who left first, and they were blocked on the road His private car kept honking its horn.

Qiao Hao felt as if he had returned from the God Realm to the mundane world, and the wonderful experience brought by the concert was almost wiped out by the noise of reality.

"How about walking back?" Shi Dongdong said to him in a loud voice.

"Walk back?" Qiao Hao's eyes widened. He might not be able to walk within an hour... But before he could say anything, he realized that his hand was still holding onto Shi Dongdong's.At that moment, the hustle and bustle in front of him seemed to become the background again, separated thousands of miles away, and he seemed to faintly feel a kind of anticipation in his body.

"Are you okay?" Qiao Hao asked.

Shi Dongdong shook his head with a good mood on his face.

Qiao Hao held his hand tighter, and the warmth of his palm was so real, he felt that something was different.

So, he didn't let go, and kept pulling Shi Dongdong out of the crowd waiting for the bus, and quickly ran away from the vegetable shed, to the road where only the two of them were walking.

There are only street lights on the road, and their shadows are illuminated for a long time. As they walk past, they gradually become shorter and then lengthen behind them.

All the while, walking through many such shadows, Qiao Hao felt that his breathing became heavy, not because of hard walking, but because of the excitement in his heart.

He was walking hand in hand with Shi Dongdong.

Shi Dongdong kept looking down at the road and let him lead him without speaking.

Qiao Hao could also hear his breathing, just like his own, slightly heavy, but regular and calm.

From time to time, there are small cars driving by on the road, and they are audiences who have watched the concert like them.Every time at this time, Qiao Hao's hands could not help tightening, as if those cars would take away the people around him.

He didn't dare to speak, because he was worried that the state of holding hands was just Shi Dongdong's negligence, and he forgot that they were still holding hands.

Halfway through the journey, Shi Dongdong finally stopped.

"I can't do it anymore, I'm almost exhausted." His hand was held by Qiao Hao, but his body sat straight on the steps by the side of the road.

In fact, Qiao Hao was so tired that he was almost out of breath, so he simply sat on the side of the road.

"Dongdong." Qiao Hao heard himself calling Shi Dongdong, a title he had never used before.

"Huh?" Shi Dongdong answered him, as if he had been calling himself that.

"Dongdong." Qiao Hao called out again.

"Why?" Shi Dongdong replied with a smile.

"Am I dreaming?"

"You were bewitched by Faye Wong's song."

"It's really like being poisoned..." Qiao Hao took a deep breath, "However, it wasn't Faye Wong's poison."

Shi Dongdong smiled, but didn't speak.

"At that time, I mean, when I was in junior high school," Qiao Hao finally decided to ask, "Did you write me a letter?"

Shi Dongdong shook his head, "It's not a letter, it's a greeting card, a Christmas card."

"I didn't receive it..." Qiao Hao said slowly.

"I know." Shi Dongdong nodded.

"If it were now, I would really like to see that card and know what was written in it."

"Why didn't you tell me that ten years ago?" Shi Dongdong laughed.

"Is it too late to say now?" Qiao Hao said seriously, staring firmly into Shi Dongdong's eyes.Under the street lamp, the man's eyes were clear, as if he was still the 16-year-old boy back then.Qiao Hao suddenly felt uneasy, afraid that he would directly refuse.

Sure enough, Shi Dongdong fell silent.

After a while, he opened his mouth and said easily, "What's too late, haven't you already said it?"

"You know what I mean." Qiao Hao was anxious.

"At that time... I was always looking at you in the corridor." Shi Dongdong turned his face and looked at his toes. The street lamp cast its shadow to one side, and a shadow was drawn obliquely.

"You were playing ball on the playground, your hair was wet, and you would occasionally spot me and smile perfunctorily."

"It's not perfunctory..." Qiao Hao wanted to correct him.

Shi Dongdong disagreed, and continued his memory, "At that time, I thought, how handsome this person is, with good grades and righteousness. If I were a girl, like Faye Wong, would he look at me more often? ..."

"At that time we went home together all the time." Qiao Hao's heart tightened, he was intoxicated by what Shi Dongdong said, and at the same time regretted his indifference at that time.

"You think of me as a helper, right?" Shi Dongdong hummed and laughed.

"No." Apart from denying, Qiao Hao didn't know how to argue.

"When I listened to Faye Wong's song, all I could think about was you. I imagined that I could love someone like a singer without hesitation. I hated my gender. It’s character. I dare not say, it took a lot of courage to write that greeting card. Because I knew you would refuse, but I was relieved when I thought about being rejected... Unfortunately, the greeting card was rejected before it was sent out. The people in the class snatched it up, and read it in front of the whole class. The teacher was at the door, just about to enter the class. Actually, I didn’t write anything, I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and miss you always walking with me Go home, go to the same high school, go to the same university, and always...be good friends..." Shi Dongdong lowered his head, and his voice gradually dropped.

Qiao Hao could only feel sad when he heard that, there were no more cars coming on the road, and under the dim street lights, the boy with his head bowed seemed to be the cowardly boy back then, hoping for a little light in the dark night——Joe Hao pulled him into his arms and gave him a long-deserved hug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know anything at that time, I'm sorry..."

Qiao Hao apologized over and over again, feeling that the person in his arms was holding him motionless, thin and obedient, so he hugged him even tighter, wishing to find all the lost time in this hug.

The kiss went down so naturally. When Shi Dongdong raised his face, he looked a little pale under the street light, his originally clear eyes were filled with mist, and his whole person seemed to be lost in memories, Qiao Hao was like that. He bowed his head and kissed himself.When the lips touched, he could only feel the soft moistness, and that moment made his whole body tremble as if he had been electrocuted, and he gasped heavily.In fact, this was the first time he kissed a boy—that junior in college, he almost kissed him, but when he opened his eyes and saw the other person's face clearly, he remembered that When his face overlapped with another face, he stopped, and all his movements froze in mid-air, and he couldn't continue even though the other party waited for a long time.

But now, the face in his mind is the same as the one in reality, and the person in his arms is Shi Dongdong, not someone else. Thinking of this, Qiao Hao was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself.He didn't know how long he had been waiting for this moment, the kiss made him addicted and intoxicated, as if his soul had left his body and floated in mid-air.

"Qiao Hao," finally, Shi Dongdong gently pushed him away, and said softly, "I also feel like I'm dreaming tonight."