But unwilling to see the scenery

It was already night when Jiang Nuo woke up again, covered in blankets and quilts covered in sweat, and his hair was hot.Last night, Yan Ruoyu passed out from crying in the window of the red-light district. He took him to the nearest hotel, swiped his MasterCard that does not require a password, and booked a suite that met the standards of a young master, and helped him change his clothes into clean ones. The nightgown, and the painkiller he took with him just in case, he didn't take it if he didn't get airsick and motion sickness, but he didn't expect to use it for Yan Ruoyu.

After covering Yan Ruoyu with the quilt, he already had signs of a fever. Fortunately, he took the medicine in time and lay down for another seven or eight hours, and his body temperature dropped below 37 degrees.Yan Ruoyu bought a new change of clothes for the two of them, and he also had a lot of medicines at hand. Besides local medicines, he also had a few packs of Sanjiu cold spirit that he got from somewhere. Seeing that Jiang Nuo woke up, he called the front desk After ordering food, after soaking Gan Gan Ling, two plates of Yangzhou fried rice were placed in front of them while it was still hot.

Jiang Nuo clutched the soaked medicine, the fried rice in front of him was different in color from Yan Ruoyu's, it was spicier for his taste.Jiang Nuo was quite surprised: "You are quite good at taking care of people."

"That's for sure, don't look at how many years I've been abroad." Yan Ruoyu is not modest, and his mind is not on his own food, but on observing whether Jiang Nuo is satisfied.After Jiang Nuo finished drinking the medicine, he spooned it into his mouth, chewed it carefully and swallowed it again, without frowning.

Yan Ruoyu couldn't wait any longer: "How about it, it suits your taste."

Jiang Nuo just nodded and said nothing.

Yan Ruoyu twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in disbelief: "I even made them double the spiciness, and you still haven't responded?"

Jiang Nuo thought for a while: "It's not bad, it's slightly spicy."

Yan Ruoyu didn't believe it, picked up a few grains of rice from his bowl and put them in front of his eyes for a 360-degree observation, then licked them with the tip of his tongue, put down his chopsticks to pour water after two hits, and rubbed his chin in thought when he came back. Pretending that he was not too hot, saying that a cold and fever would make his mouth tasteless, Jiang Nuo had to continue taking anti-inflammatory and fever-reducing medicines.

Jiang Nuo had been on an empty stomach all day. I don’t know if his sense of taste was affected. It’s true that he had no appetite. After eating half a bowl, he was full. He took Yan Ruoyu’s newly bought clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower. I feel a lot lighter.

He was still lethargic. After drying his hair, he just wanted to plunge into the sofa and sleep in the morning. When he returned to the living room, Yan Ruoyu wrapped himself in a blanket like a mummy with only his head exposed, showing eight teeth to Jiang Nuo. With a standard smile and nice words: "Go to the bedroom."

The sofa was as wide as a bed in an ordinary dormitory. Jiang Nuo sat on the side, and patted Yan Ruoyu's body through the blanket: "Don't make trouble, go back to your room."

Yan Ruoyu refused, and lay on his back: "How can I do that? I am the future Keven Kim of China, and let my producer who has a fever and sickness sleep on the sofa. If this spreads, I will be the one who will lose face!"

Jiang Nuo sees through everything: "Then don't book another suite in the middle of the night, that's not how money is spent."

Yan Ruoyu was seen through everything, speechless, and got out of the blanket aggrieved.

"Go back to the bedroom. The heating in the living room is sufficient. I'm fine." Jiang Nuo coaxed him to the door of the bedroom, Yan Ruoyu clasped the door with both hands, blinked several times, and said with a pure face: "You are so kind to me."

Jiang Nuo said no coaxing, "Because you gave me money."

Yan Ruoyu curled his lips, and the slightly drooping corners of his eyes turned red, Jiang Nuo couldn't help laughing, poked his forehead with his finger and pushed him into the door: "Stop acting."

He helped to close the door, and when the gap was still a finger wide, he slowly pushed it open.

"I didn't have many friends before, especially after Jiang Shan passed away... Anyway, life can always be passed, I... don't care."

Jiang Nuo was intermittent, always felt that he should say some things, but didn't know how to say them, but Yan Ruoyu understood without words, and said for him: "You treat me so well because you treat me as a friend."

Jiang Nuo's eyes brightened, Yan Ruoyu chuckled lightly, and then said seriously: "I will not let you down."

"Okay," Jiang Nuo also relaxed, and patted Yan Ruoyu's shoulder with his hand, "I'm waiting to see Yan Ruoyu 2.0."

On the second day, Jiang Nuo's fever subsided, and the rainy Amsterdam was rarely sunny. Yan Ruoyu consciously became a tour guide, taking Jiang Nuo to appreciate the unique scenery of this city.

The Van Gogh Museum is definitely a must. He first bought a French guidebook in the gift shop, which not only includes the introduction of Van Gogh’s life, but also the appreciation of each collection. Which painting is Jiang Nuo interested in? Yan Ruoyu translated it for him.When they come to the art museum, they must see self-portraits and sunflowers. When they entered, a group of people just came out after visiting, and they said loudly: "This person is really awesome. Just one painting is worth hundreds of millions!"

The Chinese in a foreign country can always make people turn their heads subconsciously. Jiang Nuo looked at the figures of those middle-aged men, and those discussions about prices did not disappear, but Yan Ruoyu’s voice was right next to his ears, clear and real .

"That pair of sunflowers was drawn by him for a friend."

"friend?"

"Well, that man's name is Gauguin, who is also a painter. Van Gogh found a small place to live and invited him to paint together. Gauguin agreed. Van Gogh was very happy, so he drew a picture of sunflowers to decorate the room. Welcome Gao More coming."

The authentic painting of the sunflower is right in front of Jiang Nuo's eyes. While listening to Yan Ruoyu's explanation, he squatted on the bed and looked up, and found that the brushstrokes of this painting are three-dimensional.Some shocks can only be felt by seeing the work itself. If the traditional painters of that era were to paint sunflowers, it would be a standard still life with fine brushstrokes and a smooth canvas after completion, instead of using a lot of bright colors like Van Gogh. Thick lines, looking at the canvas from another angle, those lines will flow.

Jiang Nuo stood up and spread out his right palm in front of the painting.The color of the faded and fuzzy tattoo is far less vivid than the original one, and the sunflower in his palm does not have the dazzling vitality as painted by Van Gogh.

Yan Ruoyu noticed that he was in a daze, and said generously, "Jiang Shan chose this pattern for you."

Jiang Nuo was quite surprised, after all, whenever they mentioned Jiang Shan before, they always broke up unhappy.

Yan Ruoyu was very proud: "I guessed it right?"

"……Um."

"Then do you know why he chose this?"

Jiang Nuo looked at the painting: "He said sunflowers are beautiful, bright and full of vitality."

Yan Ruoyu looked at Jiang Nuo: "He hopes you love life."

Jiang Nuo turned his face away, and the two looked at each other in front of the vibrant painting.

"If he knows that you are not happy now, he will be worried."

It took Jiang Nuo a long time to realize that Yan Ruoyu said that "he" was Jiang Shan, and there was a small light in his eyes, first he pursed his lips and smiled, and slowly, the corners of his mouth opened unconsciously.

Satisfied, Yan Ruoyu took him to see a self-portrait.Van Gogh was poor and couldn’t afford a model, so he could only paint himself in front of the mirror, so he left so many self-portraits. Yan Ruoyu quickly browsed the manual, and never thought that Van Gogh cut off his ears for Gauguin.It turned out that Gauguin wanted to leave him and go to Tahiti to find new inspiration. Van Gogh couldn't accept it for a while, and used this self-harm method to divert the pain of his friend's departure.

Yan Ruoyu stood in front of the self-portrait with the ear cut off and said to himself: "I understand, Boya Juexian of the Impressionist school of painting, those who engage in artistic creation and make friends with them will not end well."

Jiang Nuo took precautions: "Isn't it true that we have worked together for a long time?"

Yan Ruoyu's mind was spinning quickly, and he opened his mouth as a tactical shift: "Well, how about tens of millions of paintings auctioned? With my voice and your aesthetics of arrangement, it is not a certainty that the album will sell over one million by then. Son, we can earn tens of millions and one hundred million while we are both alive."

Jiang Nuo: "..."

Yan Ruoyu said vigorously: "Hey, have you noticed that Van Gogh and I are actually quite similar? There is a guess in this manual, saying that Van Gogh is likely to continue to be hyperactive after eating psychedelic mushrooms, so The colors drawn are so bright. Isn’t that just me, I also eat mushrooms, hey, don’t go, Nuonuo, let me slowly talk about my spiritual feelings after eating mushrooms, it’s so cool, Hey Nuonuo, sister! Wait for me, sister..."

Jiang Nuo didn't bother to pay attention to him, and couldn't help but walked to other exhibition halls.

After coming out of the art gallery, they strolled along the canal and came to a nunnery with a church next to it.Jiang Nuo went in out of curiosity, and saw five small rooms with curtains on both sides of the hall. Yan Ruoyu said that they were called confessional rooms, where believers could kneel outside the confessional room and confess to the priest inside.When Jiang Nuo approached, he found that there was a small note pasted outside each pavilion, informing foreign believers who came to visit which languages ​​the priests behind this curtain could speak, ranging from three to five languages, as many as a dozen, and one I can speak Chinese personally.

Jiang Nuo encouraged Yan Ruoyu: "Do you want to talk to the priest who can speak Chinese?"

Yan Ruoyu shook his head like a rattle, and said firmly: "I don't want it, I don't believe in religion."

"Okay," Jiang Nuo said casually, but he was really surprised, "Are the requirements for being a priest in churches so high now?"

Yan Ruoyu didn't take it seriously: "Many languages ​​in the Indo-European language family can be traced back to Latin. After I knew French, I learned Italian in two weeks. But now there is indeed a degree of education required to become a monk. The competition is fierce. If you want to go to Ling To be a monk in a hidden temple, you have to be a doctor."

There are many narrative murals in the church. The radiant image of Jesus is completely different from the "Corpse of Christ in the Tomb" seen in the art gallery. Yan Ruoyu raised his head and suddenly said: "Do you think God Does it exist?"

Jiang Nuo said: "Nietzsche said that God is dead."

Yan Ruoyu elbowed Jiang Nuo, and said seriously: "I'm serious, otherwise how could such a thick "Bible" be written?"

"I don't know..." Jiang Nuo also looked up at the painting on the dome, "I only know that if God really exists, it must be because we are not sincere enough when we pray, and He doesn't appear, so people go back to the streets to suffer on their own. Make music in China, and thus have hiphop.”

"That's what the vest of the insincere prayer means." Yan Ruoyu suddenly realized.

They came out of the church and sat on the square of the nunnery to rest and bask in the sun. They happened to catch up with a few nuns playing with children, jumping long ropes, throwing sandbags, chasing and fighting, laughing and laughing.

Jiang Nuo said: "I have a melody in my head."

Yan Ruoyu said: "What a coincidence, I also suddenly thought of a back rock."

They both have bluetooth earphones, Yan Ruoyu’s is AirPods, Jiang Nuo’s is the newmine left by Jiang Shan, give each other one, put it on, and press the play button at the same time, the same “playgroundhope” comes from different brands of earphones. ".

They looked at each other and smiled.

Time turns into musical notes, the sun hits the profile of the two people's faces, and under the soft golden light, the square in front of them gradually blurs and is no longer clear. Yan Ruoyu wants to firmly grasp the brilliant warmth of this afternoon, and wants to ask How is Jiang Nuo Europe? Do you like Europe? Would you like to stay here and spend time making songs with him? The authentic Pingxiang chili sauce is not a problem. There must be Chinese supermarkets in Italy or Paris.

He was born with a golden key in his mouth, which was a gift from fate, and the price was marked from the very beginning.Those family businesses that are talked about by people were not built by him, and he could not reach the height of his father's generation in his poor life.

The fear behind this kind of material wealth has never dissipated, coupled with the lack of family affection, over the years, it has given rise to fierce and contradictory emotions, making him avoid giving up again and again, thinking about being a playboy, he is not the only one who is extravagant and lustful. As long as he doesn't try his best, he doesn't succeed, nor can he fail.

Until he met Jiang Nuo at the intersection of 20 years old, he had a friend who treated him sincerely.

His friend spoke before him.

"Bruce."

Yan Ruoyu was not used to Jiang Nuo calling him by his English name, so he remained silent.

Jiang Nuo said: "You are not a superhero, but what does that matter, anyway, Ling'an City is not Gaotan City. People living there need Yan Ruoyu instead of Batman, Ling'an City is full of your home. "

Jiang Nuo said: "On February 2, I look forward to replying."

Yan Ruoyu's eyes were moist.

It’s ridiculous and so happy, holding Jiang Nuo’s hand and running on the street aimlessly, with only one purpose, shouting "hakunamatata" and "let's go home", startling the city pigeons along the way.