barcelona summer

In the evening, he came to the coastline for a run.

His physical strength, which had never been exercised before, was so poor that he was out of breath within half a kilometer, with sweat rolling down his forehead.His lungs felt like they were going to explode, and he paused to catch his breath.

There are other people running around, and no one is as exhausted as he is.

Finally, he was able to hold on for a while after the rest, and ran back to the hotel the same way, this time he couldn't run any more, he put his hands on his knees and gasped for breath.Just when the Swiss came out, he couldn't help laughing at his appearance:

"Haha, do you want to exercise just after recovering from illness? Don't work too hard."

As for him, he just shook his head, unable to speak out.Finally, the other party misunderstood him, thinking that he was so exhausted due to illness and physical strength, so that he would not be too embarrassed.

After finally climbing the stairs back to the room, he kicked off his shoes, took off his almost soaked jacket, and lay down on the bed.

"Ah, it's so comfortable..."

There's nothing more comfortable than a bed, and it dawned on him now.

But the enthusiasm for a sport has not been extinguished, and the next day has to continue, no matter how difficult the process is, it's just...

"Although there is only a passion for it now, how much will be left tomorrow?"

He muttered as he stood up to take a shower.

He hasn't written a word since coming to Barcelona.

He has never held a pen, and there is no such thing as a pen around him. The closest thing to writing is typing with a mobile phone, but he is in a foreign land, and there is no one to contact, and he ignores work news.Maybe the publishing company has exploded?It doesn't matter, to be precise, he has no time to care about it anymore. After all, his body is about to collapse, and work is only a small part of life after all.

When he came to Barcelona, ​​he experienced the joy of life.

In the past, his life was monotonous and boring. He got up early in the morning to write, eat something simple at noon, read a book in the afternoon after a nap, and occasionally went out to watch a movie or go to a coffee shop.He has no habit of spending money extravagantly, and he can almost be said to be a bit stingy. For example, no matter how many times others suggest that he change houses, he still thinks that the original small and shabby apartment is very suitable for him, just like a pair of old shoes are often more expensive than others. New shoes are more popular with the owner, because old shoes mean that you don't have to worry about them, you can wear them in rain or snow, and you can wear them in the sea when you feel like it.

From this point of view, this kind of personality of mine has nothing to do with being rich and powerful. If you find an investment consultant for the money you earn from writing books, you can probably make more money, right?Or find a way to avoid taxes, but he finds it troublesome, and he doesn't like to use these tricks. He can pay as much tax as he should, and his heartache is heartache, but it's better than racking his brains and worrying about it.

In short, he is the kind of person who has money at his feet and doesn't want to bend over to pick it up. This kind of person is generally called an idiot in society.

It has been more than half a month since the trip, and he was able to stay away from the text, it was like a sailor returning to land, and the fish gave birth to wings, it felt so easy!He also persisted in running. From the very beginning of 500 meters, he was exhausted to death, and now he can barely run down a kilometer. His small efforts have reaped small rewards, which also makes him very happy.And after starting to run, the desire to smoke is greatly reduced.One night, he woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, wanting to smoke, but he couldn't find a cigarette after searching the suitcase.He was almost going to have a seizure, and finally poured all the lemon drops into his mouth and crunched and chewed to relieve the strong desire.

The box of lemon candy he brought from China was used up that night. The next day he went for a stroll in the city and bought another box when he passed a small shop.But since I started running, the consumption of this box of lemon candy has slowed down greatly, which is a change visible to the naked eye.

Another change is that he gained weight.One morning when he was shaving in front of the mirror, he suddenly felt his cheeks bulging.The doctor told him that he would gain weight if he quit smoking, and the Spanish food was too rich. He pinched the flesh on his cheek and thought about it, it would be strange not to gain weight.

He doesn't want to gain weight, so he puts more effort into exercising every night, and tries to restrain himself when eating. In short, he shows the ruthlessness of a writer (people who can sit at a desk and write day after day are very perverted). It also inhibits weight gain.There are no scales in the hotel, but there are in the pharmacy.One day he pretended to buy eye drops, but actually weighed himself.He was two catties fatter than before going abroad.He is not very sensitive to weight, and he doesn't know what two catties is. Later, when he thought of the fried pork cutlets Garcia and the others ate the night before, a large piece of pork cutlet was only 250 grams, and he knew it.

In addition, the effect of Spanish eye drops also surprised him. When reading at night, when his eyes were dry, he put two drops, and he was quickly relieved.

He remembered the two cold medicines that Roland gave him.

This man, he thought, although he looked as cold as an iceberg, was probably actually a very gentle person.He has never been in love with a man, and he doesn't understand why men like men (he doesn't even know why women like men), but he thinks that if the object is Roland, it seems acceptable.

He thought of Roland and Pedro, who had never met before and passed away. How did the two of them spend their lives?will they kissWill there be something more private?Thinking of this, his face became hot, and his body also became hot.He didn't dare to continue thinking about it, but there was nothing else to do.Although travel is good, boredom still goes hand in hand.Boredom, the eternal enemy of mankind.Even though time is so precious, we still try to kill it because we are bored.If it's two people, it's fine. If it's two people who love each other, even sitting facing each other is a kind of fun, and even being silent is a kind of communication.But if there was such a person, and then lost...

He couldn't bear to imagine that scene. If he got married in the future, he would rather the other party die first, so as to avoid the pain of living in vain.

In a blink of an eye, August has come to the end of the month.

The weather was still so hot, the surfers still went surfing all day long, and Roland stayed alone in the hotel, not knowing how to entertain his boredom, which made him curious.

One night, the surfers went to watch the Super Cup match between Barcelona and Real Madrid. They didn't go back to the hotel at night, and he and Roland were left in the hotel.When he came back from running, he saw that the hotel was empty, and suddenly wanted to talk to Roland.You can say whatever you want, not only to pass the loneliness, but also to worry that Roland will not communicate with others all day long, and his mind will be suffocated by the words in his heart.He is a writer, and he can use writing to get rid of the toxins in his heart, but Roland can't (he suddenly thought that Roland sitting in front of the computer and typing every day might just be writing).

So he went downstairs after taking a shower and asked Roland if he would like to chat with him.

Roland was maintaining the surfboard. He nodded and said yes, but he didn't stop what he was doing.

"Have you been in Spain long?"

He opened their conversation with a question.

"It's been a long time since I was 20 years old."

"You are 27 this year, right?"

"Correct."

"Garcia and the others told me."

"Um……"

"They told me something else... about your life..."

Roland paused for a second, then continued without answering.And he continued:

"It's Pedro."

"..."

"You don't want to talk about him?"

"No, but it's all over. It's been three years."

"'Only' three years."

"What do you know?"

"Yeah, I don't understand. Speaking of which, I haven't really fallen in love with anyone..."

He smiled wryly, and suddenly wanted to smoke again.

"Can you tell me something about him?"

"Do you want to hear?"

"Hmm... But I don't mean anything malicious, I'm just curious..."

"Yeah, you're a writer..."

Roland put down the rag and stood up.

"Pedro once wrote novels, too."

He was a little surprised.

"is it?"

"In addition to surfing, he also wanted to be a writer... He was born in a good family, his parents were educated."

"I see……"

No wonder they didn't mind if their son had a boyfriend, or a boyfriend from the East, he thought.

"But he ended up surfing, didn't he?" he asked.

"right……"

Roland shook his head as he spoke, looking very lonely:

"If it weren't for this, he wouldn't have died..."

It turned out that they met in college.Seven years ago, when Roland was 20 years old, he came to Spain to study at university. He joined the film club at school, where he met Pedro, who was in charge of writing the script.The film club is very interesting. During those days, they and other partners in the club wrote scripts, made props, went to the streets to scout scenes, and looked for heroes and heroines.It was in one of the movies about the sea that Pedro was exposed to surfing for the first time, and then he was obsessed with it as if he had finally found the true meaning of life, and gradually forgot about the movie.As for Roland, he was not interested in surfing at first, but he only started surfing because of Pedro.Then one day, the two of them came to surf in Barcelona, ​​which is now the beach.At night they stayed in a hotel, where they shared a room to save money.That night Pedro confessed to Roland that he might like him.Roland said he felt the same way.Everything happened so simply and naturally, they became a couple, not only falling in love with each other, but also the boundless blue sea.

"It's a pity you haven't surfed the waves," Roland told him after telling his story. "Surfing is the most courageous sport besides bullfighting."

"why?"

"Because the sea is unforgiving, you may die."

Roland looked directly into his eyes.These are no longer the gentle eyes that deliver food and medicine, but reveal the fearlessness of wrestling with the god of death.He originally wanted to ask Roland what it was like to like a man, but suddenly he understood a little at this moment.