But unwilling to see the scenery

Yan Ruoyu knew that he was in a dream.

His body was small, and his hands were held by two adults on the left and right, and the three of them walked forward together.

He looked up, trying to see who was holding his hand, but the glare above him made it impossible to see anything clearly, but he could see the world under the transparent ground when he lowered his head.In the brick-and-tiled bungalows with mountains and rivers, the boy who cooked noodles in clear soup was dirty. After putting them into a bowl, he didn't eat it himself, but brought it to the bed.The heat of the noodle soup was so cool that his bedridden mother took a few mouthfuls before he ate the rest, and the chili sauce poured into the bowl was the only seasoning besides salt.

The scene below was moving slowly, and Yan Ruoyu moved forward accordingly.The one-story house was still made of bricks and tiles, but the environment had changed, and so had the people. The tall, crazy man used the boy’s skinny palm as an ashtray and pressed the cigarette butt. The boy couldn’t break free and could only cry in vain. He was still powerful, knelt in front of the child and held the scorched bleeding blisters on his palms, dripping with tears, but the boy remained silent, staring up at the ceiling with empty eyes, not knowing whether he was used to it or numb.

Yan Ruoyu recognized it, it was Jiang Nuo when he was a child.

He seems to have gotten into Jiang Nuo's dream, using a bird's-eye view to see the different boyhood, fighting, playing truant, slipping into the underground garage and stuffing leaflets in the car door, and after being driven away, he still couldn't help but hang out in the piano store. Stopped outside the large glass, inside a boy of the same age wearing a tie was playing an expensive piano.

This kind of Jiang Nuo would taunt Yan Ruoyu when he saw a large photo of Yan Ruoyu hanging high in the mall, "It will be great to be reincarnated." The foreseeable will become a hopeless generation.

At that time, Jiang Nuo might have accepted his fate, if he hadn't met Jiang Shan.

Jiang Shan was the first and only person who found out that he would pick out old wounds on his palms, so he simply accompanied him to get a tattoo, instead of choosing the blue dragon, white tiger and skull rose, he chose sunflowers.

Jiang Nuo asked him what the meaning was, and Jiang Shan told him to study hard first, and when he had knowledge, he would understand.

Jiang Nuo was later admitted to the best university in Ling'an.

In the blink of an eye, they were all submerged in the clouds, Yan Ruoyu still didn't look like he had grown up, but all the adults who accompanied him left, leaving him alone in the whiteness that didn't divide the sky and the earth, no matter how much he shouted There was no response, until someone else’s laughter came——

He stood in the same place, right in front of him, and Jiang Shan rushed over on an electric scooter. Behind the scooter was a short-haired Jiang Nuo, with a recorder hanging around his neck to collect sounds.

Jiang Shan, who is on the go all day long, has a dark complexion. He is positive and optimistic all the time, and he smiles healthy and sunny.The older Jiang Nuo grew up, the less thorns he had when he was a child, and the sharpness in his brows and eyes was replaced by gentleness.

They have nothing, the skyscrapers are still out of reach, and the most expensive thing on their bodies is only a pair of newmine headphones. They are so rich that they seem to own the whole world, and they can freely shuttle on 16th Street.

They eat and sleep together, and their daily life is ordinary and lively.Jiang Shan always persuaded Jiang Nuo to study hard, but he went to work after graduating from high school, went to a factory and went overseas, and finally delivered food safely. The songs he listened to on the way were all hip-hop music. Singing, singing more original, Jiang Nuo found the notebook that recorded the lyrics, and Jiang Nuo bought a sound card for him with the money he saved as a tutor.

Commercial accompaniment is not cheap, and free accompaniment is too common. Jiang Nuo, who knows computers, is obliged to fiddle with various software, self-taught mixing and arranging, and sampling comes from life.Jiang Shan’s lyrics also come from life. He only sings what he sees, hears, and touches. He narrates truthfully and sincerely. The black boys in the slums change their fate through rap and basketball. The children on 16th Street need knowledge and hard work Great success.

New insincere prayers are on the way of birth.They have a computer and a sound card in a rental room less than ten square meters, just like having a ticket at the last minute before sailing, they are like young Leonardo cheering on the bow of the Titanic: "I'm the King of the world .”

That must have been Jiang Nuo's happiest and most beautiful time, even Yan Ruoyu had to admit that Jiang Nuo's eyes were always bright at that time.

Then they really rushed out of the rented room, countless people listened to Jiang Shan's song, and later, Jiang Shan disappeared in the spurning of countless people, leaving only an ungraspable shadow behind Jiang Nuo.

Jiang Nuo was alone now, his shoulder-length hair was simply brushed up, standing alone, walking gradually farther and farther away in the vast white mist.

Yan Ruoyu hurriedly followed, stretched out his hand to grab Jiang Nuo's hand, only to realize that he was still 15 years old, his body was not tall enough, his shoulders were not wide enough, and his voice was not loud enough, chasing and shouting Jiang Nuo's name, Jiang Nuo Noah couldn't hear at all.

He can't protect Jiang Nuo like a child, and Jiang Nuo doesn't need his protection.This made his desire for a sense of security stronger than ever. He didn't ask for it from others, but he had the ability and confidence to give it to him.

"I will grow up."

Yan Ruoyu didn't give up, chased after him, and said to Jiang Nuo, "Wait for me."

Jiang Nuo vaguely heard it, and slowed down his solitary pace, a few strands of hair swaying in front of his forehead half-covered the eyes of the Bodhisattva with the eyebrows of Guanyin, and glanced back.

Yan Ruoyu opened his eyes, and suddenly sat up on the bed like a drowning person struggling to surface.The aftereffect of alcohol and hallucinogens made him have a splitting headache, and his eyes glanced at the head of the bed without expecting, where there was actually a bottle of mineral water and a few domestic over-the-counter painkillers.

He immediately bowed his head, wearing a clean white nightgown, without the slightest look of drenched embarrassment before the memory fragment.After a few seconds of blankness, he didn't bother to take the medicine anymore, and rushed out of the bedroom without socks and slippers. In the living room of nearly forty square meters, Jiang Nuo curled up on the leather sofa wrapped in a blanket.

Yan Ruoyu hurriedly knelt down in front of the sofa, and felt the temperature of Jiang Nuo's forehead with the back of his hand.His movements and voice were not loud, but Jiang Nuo was a light sleeper, and slowly opened his eyes, seeing that Yan Ruoyu was looking for the medicine box in the suite and calling the front desk of the hotel, trying to make him stop fussing, There were only a few light coughs that came out.

Yan Ruoyu negotiated very neatly with the front desk, and after hanging up the phone, he took half a cup of hot water from the water dispenser, walked towards Jiang Nuo while shaking and blowing, then helped him up and sat on the sofa, with a blanket covering his shoulders Rewrap on top.

"Take these two medicines too." The names of the medicines mostly come from Latin, and they look similar in various languages. Yan Ruoyu quickly found the one that reduced the fever.Jiang Nuo took it, her eyes half closed and she didn't feel energetic, but her cheeks were rarely pink and her lips were red, which made her look even more beautiful when she was sick.

He sniffed, and Yan Ruoyu handed him tissues knowingly. Jiang Nuo used up to five or six. After breathing well, he fell down on the sofa and wanted to continue sleeping. Yan Ruoyu said, "Go to my room to sleep. Bar."

Jiang Nuo was confused: "The suites in this hotel only have one bedroom and one living room."

Yan Ruoyu slapped him, pretending to be wronged: "You dislike the bed I slept in?"

Jiang Nuo was teased by him, and his nasal voice was a bit heavy: "I really like sleeping on the sofa, it's more comfortable than the bed I've slept on before."

Yan Ruoyu still wanted to persuade him, but seeing Jiang Nuo closed his eyes and half of his face got under the blanket, he didn't force him, and went to the bedroom to bring the eiderdown quilt to cover him again.

Then he sat on the sofa chair next to him to charge his phone. After the screen lit up, the messages popped up one after another, but overall they were less than he expected. The most bizarre thing was that Pei Xiaozhao didn't call him a series of fatal calls. He opened WeChat, and the last message Pei Xiaozhao sent him was: Boss, I'm on the trending list, I'm so scared.

Yan Ruoyu immediately opened Weibo.There is a six-hour time difference between Europe and China in winter. It’s almost evening in China. Pei Xiaozhao’s name hasn’t been listed on the hot search list yet. Obviously, he has been on the list for a whole day, successfully suppressing all kinds of speculation that he didn’t go to the red carpet to watch the show. .

But Pei Xiaozhao's trending content still has something to do with him.After the show, there was an afterparty and various small reports. Yan Ruoyu, who was supposed to give a speech, didn't show up for a long time. Pei Xiaozhao could only bite the bullet and go on stage to hold on, improvising for 10 minutes "My Boss".

He might have drank some wine to strengthen his courage. He was very nervous at the beginning, but after a while he became more drunk. From the first perspective, he complained that the banquet boss in his eyes had a bad temper and a high-school personality. Celebrities and media attention.Enough complaining, the problem came, and it was time to sublimate, Pei Xiaozhao asked everyone and himself, since Yan Ruoyu is so difficult to serve, why is he willing to be his assistant.

After all the laughter in the audience stopped, Pei Xiaozhao continued: "Because I still remember what he said to the team when he was planning the first concept show of Sha Kezhong. At that time, everyone thought that he only wanted to Just make a quick buck and leave, no one believes that a rich second generation will be a local trendy brand in a down-to-earth manner, I didn’t believe it at first, until he told the brand team that aesthetics are equal.”

"So he will use a model that is no longer than 1.7 meters, will insist on using Chinese Song typeface and traditional fabric art, and will emphasize that the design concept is to kill Matt, not rock and punk. For this reason, our designers who graduated from Columbia University and Milan Academy of Fine Arts almost When I resigned, my boss asked them, if the first person with colorful long hair, heavy makeup and weird clothes was Yan Ruoyu instead of a wage earner from the countryside, would they still think this element was vulgar?"

Pei Xiaozhao left time for the audience to think.

"He met people who said our products were ugly more than once, and then he would correct them more than once. You can say that our design is not your style. It is normal for you not to like it, but you can't say it is ugly. The world is so big. Some people will find it beautiful."

Pei Xiaozhao cleverly paused for two seconds, and said with a smile: "Of course, when I see something I don't like, I still blurt out that it's ugly, and that's why I don't like it... "

The audience laughed along in agreement, and the reaction they gave was completely in Pei Xiaozhao's rhythm.

"But I know what he wants to express, maybe even he doesn't know how much kindness he has in his heart..."

Yan Ruoyu glanced at the progress bar, which was about to break down, and stopped listening to the rainbow farts in the last few seconds. He resolutely quit Weibo, and replied to Pei Xiaozhao: Don't be afraid, wait for the boss to come back and give you a raise.

Pei Xiaozhao was online, the voice call came back, Yan Ruoyu didn't answer, took a picture of Zhang Jiangnuo's ruddy sleeping face, and sent it to him, which meant that they would stay in Amsterdam for a few more days, and Paris would hand over he.

There was that impromptu speech in front of Zhuyu, Yan Ruoyu was very relieved to Pei Xiaozhao, and didn't explain it, just said: Got it.

Pei Xiaozhao thought that Yan Ruoyu had put Jiang Nuo to sleep, so he didn't dare to understand or disturb him, so he shivered and kept a little secret: OK.