Dense Fog

At six o'clock in the evening, the lights come on.

For the nocturnal two people, this energetic day is the real beginning.

Lin Wu got off the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, refreshed, and asked Wang Ye after he came out, "What do you want to eat?"

After asking, he realized that the two of them didn't seem to be doing anything, they just ate, had a meal before going to bed, woke up hungry and wanted to eat.

Wang Ye, who was still lazily lying on the bed, didn't worry as much as Lin Wu, and always acted on instinct. He was hungry when he was hungry: "What do you have here?"

"My place?" Lin Wu originally wanted to go outside to solve the problem as in the morning, but when he heard this, he subconsciously looked at the refrigerator: "Just two boxes of quick-frozen dumplings... and a few cans of drinks."

Wang Ye didn't pick: "Then cook the dumplings."

"I cook?" Lin Wu noticed that Wang was waiting for food for granted.

"I can cook it too." Wang Ye said with dignity, but his body didn't move.

"..." Well, the visitor is a guest, "You should always lie there firmly."

Taking out the quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator, Lin Wu turned on the TV.

The Spring Festival Gala is still being rebroadcasted, and a skit is being performed at the moment, and the audience is very happy.

The air in the apartment was immediately infected by the atmosphere of the party, and it became lively.

Lin Wu walked into the kitchen with the dumplings.

Wang Ye stretched a lot on the bed, like a feline stretching his body, and then sat up slowly.

The gas stove in the kitchen was turned on, and even though it was covered by the sound of the TV, he could still hear the cheerful flickering of the flames.

Wang Ye looked around.

The small apartment is clearly visible under the bright lights.

White walls, wooden floor, small sofa and coffee table, blue curtains.

There is no decoration style here, it just satisfies the most basic simplicity and practicality.There are no decorations or ornaments in the room, just a small desk calendar and a pot of succulents are placed on the coffee table.

The entire apartment was about the size of his bedroom.

The decoration is even more incomparable. His home was designed by a famous designer. The layout of the house was basically remodeled in order to make the intervals more reasonable, and the overall space is more spacious. The decoration is all in a modern light luxury style, even a chair must be ordered from abroad.

His family doesn't even know how to watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Yesterday's New Year's Eve dinner, except for his father's part about life principles and success learning, the rest of the time was spent eating quietly.

The water is boiling, and the dumplings are in the pot.

Wang Ye didn't have to look into the kitchen, he could hear the gurgling sound of boiling water, the splash of dumplings falling, and Lin Wu's every move.

The place is too small, a little noise will make it lively, and a little heat will make it warm.

Wang Ye didn't feel much about the Chinese New Year.

But if he had to choose one of the two, he would rather live here, like now.

Lin Wu had been busy in the kitchen for a long time, and when he brought out the dumplings and vinegar dish, he saw Wang Ye had got off the bed and was standing in the entrance studying a red firecracker hanging on the shoe cabinet.

"Does this thing have to be put before eating?" Wang Ye turned his head and asked.

"It's before the New Year's Eve dinner." Lin Wu put the dumplings on the coffee table, then turned back to the kitchen to pick up the bowls and chopsticks, "but I forgot yesterday."

Lin Wu bought the firecrackers on the 29th of the twelfth lunar month. He originally planned to set them off on New Year's Eve, but he was too busy watching a documentary yesterday, so he forgot to set off the firecrackers, and he forgot to eat the dumplings.

"Is there a lighter?" Wang Ye picked up the firecrackers.

Lin Wu: "Do you want to let it go now?"

"Otherwise, are you going to stay until next year?" Wang Ye said, already starting to put on his shoes.

Lin Wu bought a lighter when he bought firecrackers, but he didn't put them together for safety reasons. Seeing that Wang Ye had made up his mind, he immediately turned around and took out the lighter from his down jacket and handed it over.

2 minute later.

There was crackling firecrackers downstairs.

The floor was too high, and Lin Wu couldn't see Wang Ye clearly from the window, and it was difficult to catch the firecrackers.

But he knew that the crackling belonged to their family.

He was a day late for the New Year's Eve dinner, but fortunately, he still came.

Soon, Wang Ye returned with a cold wind.

The two sat on the sofa and ate dumplings together. After eating, they continued to watch TV together. The party was replayed and replayed, as if it would never end.

Firecrackers and fireworks began to be set off outside the window again, and the festive atmosphere will probably last until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Today is the first day of the new year, but Lin Wu feels that this is his New Year's Eve.

At midnight, he reached out to flip through the calendar on the coffee table.

When his fingertip touched the page, he realized that he forgot to turn it yesterday, and the date was still on the last day of the old calendar year.

Gently turn a page.

The new year has finally started.

"Wang Ye." Lin Wu suddenly called the people beside him.

Wang Ye was seriously studying the scientific magic in the party, when he heard his name, he turned his head reflexively.

Then I saw Lin Wu smiling at him, his eyes bent like the moon: "Happy New Year."

Outside the window, another firework bloomed.

Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, New Year's Eve and the first day of the new year, the two time and space seem to overlap at this moment.

Wang Ye never thought there was anything to be happy about during the festival, but Lin Wu smiled very well.

"Let's have fun." That's what he wanted to say that night.

The night passes like water, and the east is white.

The rebroadcast of the evening party finally ended and was replaced by the morning news.

Lin Wu touched Wang Ye who was already dozing off with his arm: "Hey, shouldn't it be time for you to go home?"

The first year of junior high school ran out to play, and even played all night, and it was unreasonable not to go home to report.

Wang Ye looked indifferent: "No need."

Lin Wu was still about to say something when the phone rang suddenly.

He took it over and saw the caller, his eyes lit up suddenly, the sleepiness on his face was swept away, and the tone of answering the phone was complete surprise: "Uncle, are you back?"

Uncle?

Wang Ye raised his eyes slightly.

That Lin Wu played with him at his grandma's house, and then separated after one was in junior high school and the other was in college?

"Yeah... I have time... No problem... OK..."

After a short conversation, Lin Wu ended the call with joy still on his face: "My uncle is back, I will go find him at noon."

"Come back from another place?"

"Well, Beijing."

"Then you don't have to be happy like this." Wang Ye has never seen Lin Wu because of anyone who was so happy, even the day he took him for a ride, he had never seen such a bright smile on Lin Wu's face.

Lin Wu didn't realize it at all: "Am I happy?"

Wang Ye: "The eyes are gone."

Lin Wu was a little embarrassed, calmed down Feiyang's mood a little, and said, "Did I never tell you about my uncle?"

Wang Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, and he responded.

Just like in the car that day, if you talk, I will listen, and if you don't talk, it doesn't matter.

Lin Wu just likes this kind of unenthusiastic audience, which is also strange. It seems that it is particularly easy to talk to Wang Ye about things that others never talk about.

"My uncle's name is Tao Qiran. He is six years older than me. When I first arrived at my grandma's house, he was the one who took me to play..."

Lin Wu looked up at the ceiling lights in the house, and in the light and shadow, he seemed to see that time again.

Far away, but happy as yesterday.

"There are delicious things, we eat together, there are fun things, we play together, whoever wants to bully me, he can avenge me the next day..." Thinking of something, Lin Wu chuckled, "But he Fighting is not good, as long as the age difference with the other party is less than three years, he will lose eight times out of ten."

"That's really not good." Wang Ye commented objectively.

"Because he is not suitable for fighting," Lin Wu said with a smile, "His hand is for holding a paintbrush."

"Painting?" Wang Ye's eyes flickered.

"Yes, he has been very talented in painting since he was a child," Lin Wu said with pride that he didn't realize, "Later, he was admitted to the oil painting department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Before he graduated, his works were already collected at high prices. A few years ago, he stayed in school directly after graduating, and now I rarely see him once a year..."

"Aren't you coming back during winter and summer vacations?" Don't teachers have vacations?

"Rarely," Lin Wu said, "he has to go to the mountains to create during winter and summer vacations."

Wang Ye: "On the mountain?"

Lin Wu: "Yes, living here is a vacation. He said that only in this way can he completely calm down and create. Moreover, he himself likes to draw landscapes and animals, and he doesn't like to draw people. The mountains are the most suitable place."

After saying this, Lin Wu suddenly realized something, and turned to look at Wang Ye with a delicate expression.

Wang Ye's tone was bad: "What are you looking at?"

Lin Wu smiled, he was not afraid of Wang Ye's fierceness now, and even wanted to pat the tiger's head shyly: "I just think you two are a bit alike, and you don't like people."

Wang Ye disagreed: "He doesn't like painting, I don't like it at all."

"I know, you already said that on the day of the heavy fog." Lin Wu finally got his hands on it, but he didn't dare to touch his head, so he patted Tiger on the shoulder, "With your good words, the whole world is no longer human."

Wang Ye: "..."

The word became a prophecy, the global awakening of the wild is a pot, and Wang is definitely on his back.

It was still early, and Lin Wu wanted to hurry up and sleep for two or three hours, so that he would not be afraid of getting sleepy when he went to the appointment at noon.However, he was in such a good mood that he tossed and turned in bed without feeling sleepy.

Wang Ye, on the other hand, slept comfortably for three hours, then put on his coat and stepped on his sneakers: "Where is the appointment, I will see you off."

His car had been painted a few years ago, and he drove here to find Lin Wu on the first day of junior high school, and the car has been parked in the underground parking lot of the garden apartment for the past two days.

"No need," Lin Wu didn't want to bother him, "I'll just take a taxi."

Wang Ye slapped him on the head: "There are so many words."

After shooting, I rolled two more hands.

Lin Wu: "..."

Or he can cut a round inch too.

On the second day of the new year, people were out and about, and there was a traffic jam on the street.

Wang Ye drove for about four or ten minutes before arriving at the street and coffee shop that Lin Wu mentioned.

Wang Ye parked the car on the side of the road and found that the coffee shop was closed and not open.

Lin Wu also saw it, but seemed to have expected it, took out his mobile phone and sent a voice message to his uncle: "I'm here."

Not long after, the store door opened from the inside, and two men came out.They were about the same age, about six or seven years older than Lin Wu and Wang Ye.One is taller, wearing a work-style jacket, with tough features, and the other is thinner, wearing a long down jacket, and his small face is almost completely covered by the pulled-up hat.

"Uncle!" Lin Wu opened the door and jumped out of the car, walked straight to the man in the long down jacket, stood still, looked at the man in overalls next to him, and shouted obediently, "Brother Zhao Li."

The man named Zhao Li nodded slightly.

The man in the long down jacket smiled softly, pinched Lin Wu's face with his hand, and then looked at Wang Ye in the off-road vehicle.

Only then did Wang Ye see Tao Qiran's appearance clearly. He was fair and clean, gentle and elegant, with a kind of elegance in his brows, not quite like an oil painting, but more like a Chinese painting, with a little fairy air that does not eat the fireworks of the world.

"Your classmate?" Tao Qiran asked Lin Wu.

Lin Wu almost forgot about Wang Ye, and hurriedly said, "Well, classmate..."

Oh, classmate.

Wang Ye withdrew his gaze, looked forward again, stepped on the clutch, and put into gear.

Lin Wu: "A classmate with a particularly good relationship."

Wang Ye, who almost stepped on the accelerator and walked away, put his feet back as if nothing had happened.