Shanghai morning

The foreign companies will have a few days off for Christmas, and Wang Yao can also enjoy this treatment, but for most Chinese people, this holiday does not belong to them.Xiaotai went to work on the pier as usual. His work was piecework, and the more he worked, the more he earned. In order to save money for his marriage, he worked harder than before.

Xiaoyue also wants to earn more money, just singing in the teahouse doesn't cost much, and it depends on the customer's mood, sometimes she spends a long time singing, but the customer refuses to accept it once she turns her back, and may even kick her out of the house .Later, the owner of the teahouse once introduced a business to her: An old man was celebrating his birthday, and he was going to find a girl who could sing well to cheer at the banquet. Needless to say, the salary, if the dignitaries present were happy, there would be a lot of rewards.Xiao Yue was really tempted, but Xiao Tai didn't let her go: "It's not like you don't know, that man is a famous gangster under Du Yuesheng, and he is very powerful! How can you provoke him? Besides, he asked a girl to sing. You may not be at ease, you will definitely suffer if you go."

So this matter was dropped, and Xiaotai and Xiaoyue were still worrying about raising money every day.Wang Yao was a little envious of them, although this couple was poor, they still had the ambition to plan for their future, but he himself didn't even have the courage to think about it. As for getting married, he felt that it was impossible in his life.

On the eve of Christmas, Wang Yao waited for Al in the cafe at No. [-] on the Bund as agreed. The entrance of the cafe was decorated with colorful lights, and there was a realistic Christmas tree with fake gift boxes hanging on it, but they were actually hollow. stuff.What's interesting is that the employees in the coffee shop also wore red Santa hats with white borders, and matched with their meticulous uniforms, it was funny no matter how they looked.

Sitting on a soft sofa chair, Wang Yao quietly watched the streets with people coming and going through the large glass windows.Suddenly, a thin thin snowflake slowly floated down, leisurely passed by Wang Yao's eyes, and slowly fell to the black ground, the pure white color disappeared into the darkness covering the world.But the fall of the pioneers does not mean the end, it is just the beginning, one after another, one after another, white snowflakes fall, their weak white dyes the black of the earth, at this time they are no longer fragile, but form a flexible The power to change the world for them.

"Hi, Yao!" The bright voice made Wang Yao turn his attention from the window back to the room. Al just sat down opposite him. Some snow fell on his blond hair and he was patting it with his hands. Due to the high temperature in the room, that The snowflakes turned into water the moment they touched it, soaking into Al's hair, and the usually disheveled blond hair now hung in strands on his full forehead.

Al looked at his watch and said, "I'm not late, it seems you arrived too early."

Wang Yao nodded and smiled: "I'm afraid I'll make you wait if I'm late." Foreigners often criticize the Chinese people's concept of time, thinking that this is a country that doesn't know how to be punctual. Some people once suspected that this is because the Chinese don't wear watches, but this statement is obvious. No, when Wang Yao was in Beiping, he saw some pretentious and downtrodden aristocrats showing off pocket watches everywhere, and took them out from time to time to have a look, for fear that others would not know that there was a watch hanging under his coat.

Looking at the empty table, Al raised his head and asked Wang Yao: "You haven't ordered yet? What would you like to drink?"

"The last time is good." Wang Yao put his hands on his knees in a regular manner, and he would subconsciously make this movement whenever he was nervous.

"Last time?" Al scratched his half-wet blond hair, "I just ordered casually, and I forgot what I wanted."

"The blue cup." Wang Yao said, although the coffee is bitter, he likes that color.

"Sorry, we have three kinds of blue cups now, I don't know which one you are talking about." The waiter asked.

"But there was only one kind last time!" Wang Yao recalled the time when he was with Honda Ju.

"I don't know when you said the last time," said the waiter, "but we just changed a batch of tea sets, and now we have three kinds of blue cups, each with a different kind of coffee."

Wang Yao fell into distress.

"Heh, it seems that the cup is more important to you than what's in it," Al smiled and looked into Wang Yao's eyes, "Then what kind of blue do you want?"

Stared at by a pair of bright blue eyes, Wang Yao couldn't help blurting out: "The same color as your eyes."

Al stared in disbelief, then smiled, and said to the waiter, "Go find that kind of cup, don't care what kind of coffee it is!" He also ordered a lot of delicious desserts. For Al, desserts are obviously better than coffee. more important.

It's not unusual in Shanghai for two people who don't care about coffee to meet in a coffee shop.

The coffee cup was very hot, and Wang Yao held it with both hands. His frostbitten fingers were extremely itchy, and if he scratched it, it would be extremely painful, and he would bleed if he was not careful.

Al asked with a smirk, "Do you like this kind of cup?"

"No, I like this color." Wang Yao didn't dare to look up, because what he said accidentally just now made him extremely embarrassed.

"Do you like this color because you like my eyes?" Al followed closely.

"..." Wang Yao couldn't speak.

"If you like it, I'll be very happy." Al put his elbows on the table, rested his chin with his hands, and watched the changes in Wang Yao's expression playfully.

"It should be said that you gave me a deep first impression." Wang Yao lifted the cup to his mouth and took a sip of the bitter drink.

Al pretended to be surprised: "I didn't expect you to still hate me until now!"

"Hey?" Wang Yao looked up at Al inexplicably.

"Are you finally willing to see me?" Al poked his head forward a little. "Our first meeting didn't seem very pleasant. Have you forgotten the money you lost?"

This reminded Wang Yao of the unpleasant past and the embarrassing current situation. He remembered that he had no dignity as a mannequin to make a living. His face flushed, but thinking that he could not change all this, he unconsciously showed sadness. .

After drinking coffee, Al offered to invite Wang Yao to dinner, but Wang Yao did not refuse. He knew that it was meaningless to be polite to foreigners.

The two walked between the tall buildings on the Bund, and the road was covered with a thin layer of snow, making it slightly slippery.Al, with the top two buttons of his coat unbuttoned, seemed oblivious to the weather.But Wang Yao had to tighten his scarf tightly to block the snowflakes that would fly into his neckline. He recalled the winter in his hometown, the heavy snow of goose feathers flying all over the sky, and when the snow fell, the vast plain seemed to be covered with thick woolen blankets .

But Shanghai does not have that kind of heavy snow. At this time, the slowly and gently falling snow in the night sky is like transparent crystal fragments under the halo of street lamps, like the soothing tune of a violin, so romantic that it is too unreal.

Snow in the night sky in Shanghai, a fairy tale in a lonely world.

The two came to an elegantly decorated western restaurant, and there were almost no one in the lobby.After all, it is Christmas Eve, and foreigners will be with family or friends.Wang Yao and Al are like two lonely shadows, sitting opposite each other at the table in the corner.

The ruby-like red wine can only be sipped lightly like drinking tea, otherwise it will appear disrespectful, pretending to be Western etiquette, Wang Yao thinks so in his heart.The steak looks rich and delicious, but a knife and fork will turn an honest Chinese into a clown. Wang Yao clumsily followed Al's example and slashed on the steak with a knife, scarring the entire steak. Not even a crumb of meat was cut off.

It will be Christmas in two hours, Wang Yao doesn't feel anything special, but Al seems to have something on his mind, he starts to slow down when cutting steak, and falls into deep thought.

"It's late, should I go back?" Wang Yao asked tentatively.

"Finish your steak, or you won't have the strength to do what you're going to do tonight." Al turned his attention back to his plate.

"What are you going to do?" Wang Yao was puzzled.

"You promised to spend Christmas with me," Al said.

"Yes, so I asked what to do." Wang Yao wanted to know the answer.

"Come with me to a place, if you are not afraid." Al suddenly looked at Wang Yao.

"Where?" Wang Yao asked cautiously.

"seaside."

"Beach?" Wang Yao exclaimed, it will take four hours to drive from here to the beach, if all goes well.

"Yes, do you agree?" Al didn't want to explain.

Wang Yao knew that he should refuse. It was very dangerous to run alone to the deserted seaside in this weather and in the middle of the night. He might be killed by robbers if he didn't freeze to death.

But Wang Yao heard himself say: "Well, I hope you don't want to kill me."

"Of course not, I don't want to watch the sunrise with a dead person." Al laughed.

Al was about to drive Arthur's car out, and Arthur allowed him to use it.Before departure, Al took Wang Yao back to the Sassoon Mansion, found a warm coat and put it on Wang Yao. The clothes were two sizes too big for Wang Yao. Wrapped around him like this, he looked like a child who stole his father's clothes.

Driving to the east, the city is still brightly lit. Shanghai is the magic capital of the East, a city that never sleeps and is always charming.But where the magical power of the Eastern Demon City cannot reach, the night shrouds the world like a prostrate monster.All was asleep, as if night itself were asleep.

Wang Yao felt sleepy, but he didn't dare to sleep. Sitting in the co-pilot seat, he nervously looked at the road ahead.Al drove steadily, showing no signs of fatigue.

"Aren't you tired?" Wang Yao asked.

"Not tired, it's nothing." Al didn't even blink his eyes.

Wang Yao finally couldn't bear it any longer, and fell asleep on the chair. He could still clearly feel the bumps of the car while he was half asleep and half awake, and the road conditions were very bad.

The car finally stopped, and Wang Yao opened his eyes, only seeing darkness, and the sound of waves came from his ears.

"We're here," Al said simply.

Open the car door, the air with a salty smell blows in, this is the sea.The sea at night is dark and oppressive, as if there is a turbulent force throbbing below, which is frightening.

The sea breeze was very cold, so Wang Yao had to go back to the car, even if he couldn't get warm.

Al looked at Wang Yao who was shivering from the cold: "Do you want to wear my clothes for you?"

"No, you will freeze to death." Wang Yao shook his head and refused.

This night was surprisingly long, and Wang Yao sincerely hoped that the sky would dawn soon.

A few hours later, on the east sea surface, the black at the intersection of sea and sky began to fade, showing a dark blue color, and the sea level was slightly reddish, spreading from that point to the entire sea surface, and the brightness in the field of vision gradually increased.

"Soon, the sunrise on the sea." Al got out of the car and strode towards the beach, and Wang Yao trotted behind him.

The blue of the sky became brighter and brighter, like Al's eyes.

blue dawn.

Finally, a small golden-red spot of light appeared on the sea level, it rose and expanded little by little, emitting more and more intense light.

It is an eternal, eternal epic, a poem that belongs only to the sun.

Facing the sunrise, Wang Yao's expression was a little confused, the newborn sun began to glaring, he squinted his eyes, but still refused to look away.

Al behind him has already raised his camera to take a picture of the back of the Chinese with the sea under the rising sun as the background.

"The other side of the sea is my home!" Al resumed his bright smile, and his blond hair was blown back by the sea breeze.

"You can't see it here!" Wang Yao is not a romantic person.

"But I can hear it, the sound of the waves is the same," Al said with a smile, "The sea water is not blocked, even though the entire Pacific Ocean is far away, the coasts of the two continents can still communicate through the sea water."

"What are you, romantic!" Wang Yao sneered.

Al shrugged: "It's just that you lack discovery, your life is too monotonous, like a machine."

"Humans are not machines. Machines can be turned on again when they stop. If people stop, they will see the king of Hades," Wang Yao said, "So how dare I stop!"

Al didn't answer, he looked at the sunshine on the sea for the last time, and said, "Go back."