door of eternal life

[The text of this chapter: I dare not confess my love anymore, for fear that he will not be able to afford it, so I can only wait in the cold night breeze.A chance encounter led to a sentence: Qing, I must catch up with you! 】

Since the last time he broke up with Kuo, for a long time, Kuo only sent Qing once a message, a total of two.

"How are you doing recently?"

"I am at the seaside. It is raining here, the wind is very strong, and the waves are rushing from a far line to the rocky shore in front of me. The huge waves are roaring and rumbling. The rain is all over the sky, and the sea is majestic. At this moment, I really hope You can be there."

They haven't been in touch for a long time, and this is the first time they haven't been in touch for such a long time. It's been so long that they even think that Kuo and him are no longer friends and won't be in touch again.Qing silently looked at the few lines on the screen, and pressed the exit button.

When she received another invitation message from Kuo, Qing thought it was time to meet up. It is a lifetime blessing to have a friend who treats you sincerely.

When Qing came to the teahouse, Kuo had already arrived for a while.

The teahouse is located next to the leisure square, and through the glass windows, you can see the occasional passers-by on the square.Kuo has been looking out, and he has already seen that thin figure walking across the square, the warm and warm sunshine softly sprinkled on that person's body, but it couldn't shine into his heart, that person seemed to be covering his entire body. In a layer of cold air, all the sunlight was refracted.Kuo felt a sharp angina.

"Sorry, there was a bit of traffic jam on the road just now, so I'm late." Qing smiled and said.For more than two years, he saw very few people, spoke very little, and expressed very little.He tried his best to pull out a smile. He felt that his facial muscles were not well controlled. He hadn't smiled for a long time, and his smile was a little exaggerated.Talking is also a little difficult, and his tongue always seems to be unable to turn. He used to speak slowly, but now he speaks even more slowly.I smiled wryly in my heart, it turned out that the function of speaking can really be degraded, I hope Kuo doesn't feel anything.

"It's okay. I haven't seen you for so long, it's worth waiting any longer." Kuo poured him a cup of hot tea and pushed it in front of him.

Qing picked it up casually, took a sip, it was his favorite sparrow, Kuo still remembered it.He looked at Kuo, he didn't see much change in Kuo, he just seemed to have lost some weight.

They didn't feel unfamiliar or embarrassed after seeing each other for a long time. It seemed that the unhappiness that happened before didn't exist at all, just as naturally as meeting each other often.This has been the case between them since childhood.

But when a person is so fragile that he can no longer be fragile, no matter how thick and hard the disguise is, he will be torn apart, and no matter how fine the lines are, the fragility will overflow like air and flow all over his body.

Qing picked up the exquisite ceramic teacup, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, then stopped unconsciously. He stared out of the window in a daze. In the autumn afternoon, in the empty square, there were occasional pedestrians passing by, and the sunlight It shone warmly on the ground, and the pigeons were scattered all around, cooing lowly.

A melody gradually emerged from far and near, floating in his mind.

"Will you appear suddenly, in the coffee shop on the corner..."

Kuo looked at Qing and didn't speak, he was also used to Qing's occasional loss of focus.But this time, he saw something faintly passing by with Qing's absent-minded gaze, thin, faint, and transparent.

Weak life like dew in the sun.

Kuo suddenly grabbed Qing's hand, it was cold, and he shivered all over, but he didn't let go, as if once he let go, the person in front of him would no longer be able to stand in the sun.

Qing felt the gentle warmth in his hand, turned his eyes and looked at him, those quiet and deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist at this moment, and Kuo could clearly see that those eyes did not really fall on him. Instead, it penetrated his face and landed in an unknown place in the distance, like a person who has been ill for a long time and slept for a long time, just opened his eyes in confusion.

"Qing, what's the matter with you, can't you tell me? In my heart, I have already regarded you as my family." Kuo pondered for a long time, and finally decided to speak.

Qing was silent for a long time.

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine. But my medicine is gone." Qing murmured, faintly, not even a trace of sadness.

Kuo dumb.

After this meeting, Qing once again had no news for half a month.Kuo would come to the downstairs of Qing’s apartment every day late at night, sit on a stone bench, and stare up at Qing’s window, sometimes there would be some faint light, but more often it would be dark.

what is he doing?Insomnia again, all night long.The stomach problem must be serious again, have you taken your medicine on time?He was so thin that it made people feel distressed... When he regained some strength and appeared in front of him with a feigned relaxed smile, what kind of expression should he make?

Looking at the phone, he knew that there would be no news from Qing.He didn't take the initiative to send it. Although he wanted to, he was not sure whether Qing would reply, and he was afraid of disturbing him.

He didn't dare to confess anything anymore, afraid that Qing would not be able to afford it, and also afraid that he would be pushed away directly.

The night wind is cold, and the smoke has burned to the fingertips.

Qing, I have been with you for almost 30 years. For you, love has become a family relationship. You have become my family and I cannot let go.So, you can lean on me once in a while, relax and have a good rest.I just want to be by your side and watch you.No matter who or what you have experienced, it doesn't matter, Qing, I accept it.

Do you know, my favorite Qing, with you all the way, I am willing no matter how hard it is; you know, my favorite Qing, with you all the way, no matter how painful I am; Separation, it doesn't matter, as long as there is you along the way.

Kuo meditated in his heart, tossing and turning.

More than a month passed in a flash.Qing wrote the manuscript for most of the day, and felt a little bored, so she decided to go out for a walk, aimlessly.

He saw a large exhibition board at the entrance of a hotel, and a photography exhibition was being held inside. When he walked over, he saw that the organizer was the Young Photographers Association, and the theme was "Stealing a Half-Day Leisure in a Floating Life".

Qing was directly attracted by this theme.

Then, he stood in front of a large black and white photo.It was a lake with a vast water surface, boundless, shrouded in misty mist and rain.Nearby, there are lush willow crowns, which seem to protrude from outside the painting. The willows flutter in the wind, graceful and smooth. A little farther away, a long and narrow embankment slantly submerges into the lake from the lake shore. There are a few goats at the entrance of the water. Some were drinking water, some were calling back and calling each other. A buffalo was walking slowly, raising its head and mooing. One person was wearing a bamboo hat and leading the buffalo rope, and walked towards the lake bank. At this time, he was looking back at the buffalo. On the shore of the lake, there are three or two pedestrians, some carrying poles with bamboo baskets hanging from both ends, or carrying hoes on their shoulders, and they are not in a hurry, their posture is leisurely and casual.The shore of the lake stretches out to the edge of the picture.

"Slant wind and drizzle don't need to return." Qing blurted out, inaudibly.

The changing composition, the light and shadow smeared by ink and wash, is full of meaning and leisure.

He looked at it for a long time, and suddenly felt that he was standing on the shore of the lake, all the boredom in his heart was swept away by the mist and rain, and he returned to tranquility.

"Hello. Excuse me...can you give me your phone number?" A low-pitched voice sounded beside you.

Only then did Qing come to his senses, and saw a young man standing in front of him, a little taller than him, about 1.8 meters, about the same age as him, his whole body was as bright as the sun, his eyes were bright, his face There was anticipation and a little nervousness.

"Okay." Qing smiled, feeling that this person is not a bad person, and was also a little inexplicably happy by his straightforward behavior, and all the usual caution and vigilance towards strangers disappeared.

The young man immediately handed over a post-it note and a pen. Qing took it, wrote down his mobile phone number, and returned it to him. He said "thank you", turned around and walked away, as if he was running away.

Qing Wei smiled, then turned back to look at the author of the photo and the title of the photo: Cheng Xiaobin, "Untitled".

Well, if there is no title, it can only be untitled. Any title will bind the viewer's feelings in a dry well.Qing nodded, agreeing with the title very much.He walked to the next work until he looked at and compared the other works in the exhibition hall, and still felt that there was no work that touched him more than that one, as if it was love at first sight.

On his way back, a text message came in on his phone.

"Hi, may I buy you a cup of tea?"

Qing looked at the number and didn't recognize it. She had a hunch that it belonged to the person just now, but she should confirm: "You are?"

"I was the one who just asked for your phone number at the photo exhibition. You were standing in front of my work."

Haha, that's it.Qing felt very fresh, and his childlike curiosity emerged, and he replied: "Okay."

Cheng Xiaobin came to the cafe ahead of time and found a conspicuous table by the window to sit down. He wanted to come earlier and calm down earlier, but found that he had made a mistake. The more he waited, the more nervous he became.Not long ago, when that person stood in front of his work, that figure exuded a noble temperament that made the blood coagulate, like a celebrity in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, walking out of his work, and like A refined young man who came from the period of the Republic of China, with a clear and elegant air.Seeing that the blood stagnated all over his body, his feet seemed to be firmly nailed in place. After standing for a few minutes, he almost rushed over to ask for his mobile phone number, and then ran away like he was running away. He was never in a panic and embarrassment. .He kept looking out of the window in a panic, and when he saw the expectant figure walking across the road, his heart jumped for joy.

Qing saw him as soon as he entered the door, smiled slightly and walked straight over. As soon as he sat down, he heard the person opposite say: "My name is Cheng Xiaobin, and this is my ID card." "You can call me Bin, the full name is too unfamiliar, call me Xiaobin, it sounds pleasant when I was young, but when I grow up, it feels like I am calling a child of a certain age."

Qing was a little surprised, and felt that it was inappropriate to accept the ID card, and it would be wrong not to accept it, but since the other party handed it over, he simply took the ID card and took a good look. A few days later than Yu, his heart sank.He smiled and returned his ID card, and said, "I didn't bring my ID card. My name is Yun Ziqing, the cloud of Yunwu, 'Qingqing Zijin, leisurely my heart', the 'zi' and 'qing' in this sentence You are one year older than me. Call me whatever you want." He didn't know why he used the phrase "Qingqingzijin, leisurely my heart" to explain his name, and he didn't realize it until the words fell.

"Your name is like a person." Bin said happily, "I don't feel comfortable calling me brother or brother, so I'll call you Qing from now on."

"Okay." Qing smiled again.Yu also never called his younger brother, but called him Qing. Later, he called him "wife" and "baby". However, he was called "Yu" directly, and later called him "husband".Stomach cramps.

It was time for dinner, they ordered directly, and Bin began to introduce himself again, Qing ate very little and listened to Bin quietly.

Bin works for National Geographic Magazine in D City, which is a national-level publication with a high level of industry. His usual job is to run around the country and take pictures with a camera. I also like this kind of work, free and unconstrained, and joined the Young Photographers Association, and was elected as the vice president within two years.People in the industry commented on him as having a unique vision, strong sensitivity, delicate thought, and unique style of expression, so some picture clubs and clothing brands will ask him to take some photos.

"I saw you when you stood in front of my work today." Bin said with a happy smile.

"Oh, really." Qing smiled lightly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.

"Yes! You stood for a long time. I was watching you from the side, and suddenly I felt that you and the picture seemed to be one, as if you were standing on the shore of the extended lake, But it is different from other characters, as if passing by there by chance, um...how should I put it, it gives people the feeling of being quiet, and...elegant, as if...looking at something, but it seems that there is nothing to see All in all, if the painting is about drawing a dragon, then you are the finishing touch." Bin made gestures while talking.

Qing glanced at Bin and was surprised, "Praise. I'm an outsider, but your photo in the entire exhibition hall touched me the most. When I saw it, I felt relieved all of a sudden. The longer I live, the more peaceful I feel inside. It seems that I can hear the sound of the breeze blowing through the willow branches, the rustling of the drizzle, the cry of the lamb, and the low moo of the old cow. I got half a day of leisure in the process. It's really "Master Xian is the abbot of this room, and I will keep a stick of fragrance for the whole day." Qing smiled and said, "I don't know much about photography, but at least this is my truth. Feel."

"Boss friend! Bosom friend! Come, have a drink!" Bin shouted happily, raising the coffee in his hand to Qing.

Qing picked up the teacup and touched him with a smile.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're particularly suitable as a model?" Bin asked tentatively.

Qing smiled lightly, and shook her head: "I don't think I'm so good-looking, how suitable to be a model, at best, I'm not ugly." Thinking of Yu once telling him: "You look so good-looking."

"No way?!" Bin widened his eyes and said exaggeratedly, "Could it be that the scouts are on a long vacation? If you are not ugly, how can we live? And your body proportions are also special. Well-proportioned, according to my visual observation, it is close to the golden section point."

Qing was amused by him and couldn't help laughing: "Don't praise me, it seems like there is only one in the sky and nothing on the earth. Besides, you are not ugly." Only after she finished speaking did she realize that she had chosen the wrong words.

Sure enough, Bin immediately looked depressed: "Look, I can only be not ugly, and I am not far from being ugly..."

"Uh... I didn't mean that, I meant..." Qing wanted to explain.

Bin turned to laughing and said: "It's okay, it's okay, two big men, don't worry about whether they look good or not, and they are not women, they want to be beautiful, and they are as good as a fish. I was joking. Now we are also friends. In fact, I have a gracious request..."

Qing looked at him vigilantly, and when he continued, he was already planning how to refuse him.

Bin closed his smile and said seriously: "Well... I want to ask you to be my model." Wang Qing looked at him puzzled, and then said hastily, "It's not some random film, it's just some special topics, such as some A film that blends scenes sometimes needs to include a soul character, which may appear from the front, or just a profile or a back view. Just like the work you saw today, if you are included in the picture, and it is a front profile In the distant view, the artistic conception is richer. Your temperament is especially in line with my shooting style." After speaking, he looked at Qing sincerely and expectantly.

Qing doesn't like the feeling of being watched by too many people.When he was still in school, the school organized a cultural performance, and the teacher asked him to be the host, but he refused.If possible, he hopes not to attract even a little attention from anyone. This is the reason why he has not accepted any media interviews so far, and his photos have never been included in the author introduction on the book cover, so he is sometimes called "The most anticipated author".However, right now I feel really bad about rejecting Bin, so I hesitated and said, "I really don't want to be noticed by too many people... If I can keep my name anonymous, or try not to appear positively... I can think about it."

"Don't worry! Don't worry! Before publishing the work, I will let you read it first, and I will only publish it with your consent." Bin raised his hand and hurriedly promised, lest he would regret it if he said something late.

After eating, they walked out of the cafe, they said goodbye, and Qingmai walked away. This was the first time in recent months that he felt happy.

Bin didn't walk away in a hurry, but watched Qing gradually go away, and suddenly a thought jumped out of his mind like a fish jumping out of the water: "Qing, I must catch up with you!"

He himself was taken aback by this thought, and then slapped himself on the head hard. He was so nervous and excited all night that he forgot to ask Qing what he did, so he asked Qing to be a model without knowing him. It's inconvenient whether you're free or not, but since Qing has already said that, there should be no problem, right? ... I don't know if Qing has a girlfriend, and more importantly, I don't know whether Qing is in the circle or not, but his intuition tells him that Qing is in the circle, and he can feel it.No, if Qing is in the circle, then...does Qing have a boyfriend?And why not? !Then compete!Those black eyes, pure and quiet, make people calm down and be addicted to them just by looking at them. He likes such blue eyes.Bin took a deep breath, and jumped up again, the future is long!He jumped up and kicked his feet vigorously in the air, turned around and ran to his Benali Hurricane, put on his helmet, and drove away in a hurry.