Yuan Ershao's evil life

In the French Alps, there is an endless snow field. A young man in a black ski jacket is lazily standing on the suspended cable car, looking into the distance with one hand on the railing.A snow-white Alaska crouched beside him, its dark brown eyes gleamed faintly, and its posture of looking down was calm and elegant.

The endless mountains, the sunny snow field, and the warm wind lifted the young man's fine bangs, revealing a pair of eyes as clear as snow.The cable car slowly slid from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. The young man looked down at the snow all over the mountains, and the ancient mountains crawling under his feet were silent and silent.

The young man stood and looked at it for a while, then reached out and took out two bottles of wine from his backpack, a bottle of rum and a bottle of whiskey. He raised the bottle and paid respects to the golden warm sun, and took a long gulp with his head raised.With strong alcohol in his throat, the young man squinted his eyes, looking more and more lazily at the exotic snow field.In this situation, he sighed in a low voice, "Floating life is just like respecting the old, and the road of Chang'an is full of snow."

After a while, he frowned again, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and checked the meaning online, and then heaved a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's about the same meaning." The self-proclaimed elegant Mr. Wen Feeling relieved, he repeated that sentence several times, and then slowly walked down the cable car with the dog.

There are all kinds of specialty bars on the top of the mountain. Wen Qiao fumbled for the wallet from his pocket, roughly estimated the thickness, and then boldly led the dog into the simplest bar.After ordering two bottles of wine, he sat in the corner and took out his mobile phone to play games. There was no air conditioner in the room, but he lit the fireplace. The jumping fire drove away the chill, and the room was so warm that it felt a little cloying.Wen Qiao remained motionless, playing "Boundary of Hell" while sweating on his forehead, and Alaska squatted peacefully at his feet, until suddenly someone took a bottle of wine and sat down in front of him.

Wen Qiao took time out of her busy schedule to glance at the blond boy in front of her, but suddenly stopped her gaze. The young man had a clean and natural smile on his clean face, and at first glance he looked a bit like a person.

The young man asked in fluent French: "A person?"

Wen Qiao hesitated for a moment, then replied, "With the dog."

The young man glanced at Alaska at Wen Qiao's feet, and his eyes flashed brightly. He obviously admired Alaska's snow-white fur without any impurities. He asked with great interest, "A man brought a dog to ski?"

Wen Qiao paused, and said vaguely, "Almost." The Alaskan sled dog, pulling the sled for himself can barely be regarded as accompanying him on skis.

"My name is Francois."

"Wen Qiao." Wen Qiao himself never bothered to take any foreign names. According to his own rhythm of traveling the world, he must have at least a hundred names. In order to reduce the difficulty, he simply used Chinese names all the time.

Francois was obviously very interested in Wen Qiao, chatting with Wen Qiao's table one after another, like an enthusiastic local, introduced France to Wen Qiao, from the ski resort to rum, Until the end, Wen Qiao looked at him with a little impatience.Finally, Wen Qiao said politely, "I lived in France for a while."

"Really?" Francois seemed a little surprised, "Are you still living in France?" After receiving Wen Qiao's affirmative answer, he became more excited, "This is a good place, isn't it?"

"Yeah." The phone rang, another level was maxed out, and Wen Qiao clicked on the next level to continue.

The young man named Francois looked at Wen Qiao's side face, and slowly turned the hand holding the wine glass half a circle. In fact, Wen Qiao's meaning of refusal had already been expressed very clearly. Under normal circumstances, he should have withdrawn tactfully. Yes, but the decadent appearance of Wen Qiao sitting in the corner wrapped in a black ski jacket and playing with his mobile phone is so attractive, Francois lowered his eyes, he didn't want to give up easily, he joked for a long time: "Are you alone? Where's the girlfriend?"

"No!."

"Oh, what about the boyfriend?" Francois smiled deeper.

Only then did Wen Qiao finally raise his eyes to look squarely at the blond boy in front of him, but when he saw the other's sly smile, he paused in his heart. This young man really looked like a person when he smiled.Wen Qiao didn't know if it was his own illusion, when he saw people smiling warmly and enthusiastically, somewhere in his heart would always twitch slightly, he felt that they all smiled like the same person.But he clearly remembered that in his memory, that person hadn't actually smiled at him.

After a long time, Wen Qiao still didn't say anything, and lowered her head to play with her phone again.

Francois asked again, and even moved his whole body closer to Wen Qiao.Before he said anything, Wen Qiao suddenly reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table and took a sip, which directly blocked Francois back.

Francois was a little embarrassed, touched his nose and continued to work hard, "You don't have...a partner?"

Wen Qiao kicked Alaska under his feet, followed by a lazy growl.

Francois is an excellent French boy who likes to persevere, and prefers to deal with the indifferent world with enthusiasm, so he rubbed Wen Qiao's heart without blushing.He took a sip of the whiskey and water and smiled more determinedly.

For several days, Wen Qiao lived in the cabin rented by the ski resort. Every morning when he went out on his own Alaskan sleigh, he could see the smiling French guy at the door.In fact, the guy looks good, although the compatibility of the soul may not be high, but the fitness of the body may be very suitable. Indulgent and hearty sex-love, can actually be very romantic.

After thinking carefully for a while, Wen Qiao felt very emotional. She is really old now, and she is becoming more pure-hearted and more sage.Then he couldn't help lowering his head and looked up the meaning of "pure heart and few desires" again, and felt relieved after confirming that he was right.

When a person has been abroad for a long time, he must review Chinese frequently.Wen Qiao remembered how amazed she was when she read the Analects of Confucius on the plane, "Learn the new by reviewing the past", and she rarely smiled for a moment.

Francois was shaken by Wen Qiao's sudden smile, and after a moment of distraction, he became more determined.If you meet someone you like in your life, if you persevere, you will be able to fall asleep one day.

Wen Qiao seemed to be in a good mood today, and he talked a lot. He was lying in the snow with his arms pillowed on his head, basking in the sun. A black ski jacket made him thin and slender.Francois had other thoughts. He changed from wanting to sleep with this man to suddenly wanting to spy on the world in the man's heart.

The man's eyes were very light, but they concealed a vast world. The moment he lowered his eyes, he was so sexy that he couldn't describe it, at least in Francois' mind.

So that night, the starlight was very faint and the night wind was very light.Francois, who had strong action and execution ability, pried open Wen Qiao's window holding a case of wine.When he came in through the window, Wen Qiao happened to turn around and see this scene.The eyes of the two met so awkwardly, Wen Qiao frowned slightly, and then saw the blond boy who was in a hurry and fell hard to the ground.

"I want to buy you a drink!" Francois tidied up his joints and shouted with his face twisted.

Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows, and walked over to help him up after a while.As soon as he smelled the wine, his eyes darkened, and he looked at Francois with some meaning.The guilty French guy coughed low to cover himself, "I invite you to drink, the best wine! You can refuse me, but there is no need to refuse grapes!"

Wen Qiao nodded, seeming to agree very rarely.Putting the whole case of wine on the table, Wen Qiao took out a bottle, opened it, and took a sip directly. The wine-red wine trickled down the corner of his mouth, and he pursed his lips and suddenly smiled.Francois's sentence "This wine is not so wasteful" was blocked by Wen Qiao's smile.

This oriental man can be so decadent and lazy when he smiles, his temperament is really amazing.

Francois didn't know, things after that were not so good.That night, Francois just watched Wen Qiao drink non-stop, without even taking a cup, and directly poured his head up.Francois went from being guilty at the beginning to being surprised, then secretly delighted, and finally terrified. This man's indulgence is too terrifying.

Wen Qiao didn't speak, and kept pouring himself alcohol. Alcohol paralyzed a lot of things, and those long-term memories burst out of his body and rushed into his mind. He felt uncomfortable all over, and Alaska walked around restlessly at his feet. Go, he stood up and walked to the backpack, and took out the stack of photos from the interlayer.

Countless photos were just scattered in a large piece. He stood in the middle of the falling photos with his pockets in his pocket, and then he took out his pen neatly.Francois in the corner watched in shock as Wen Qiao sat on the floor, writing quickly behind every photo and postcard.

The unrestrained Chinese characters and the elegant and unrestrained strokes seem to want to write all the energy of life.

I don't know how long it took to write, but finally, the man neatly put away his pen. He picked up each photo and sealed them, stuffing them into the hands of the stunned blond guy in the corner, "Send them to China for me." He gave an address.

With a calm tone and clear words, Francois saw that the Chinese man's eyes were so clear that there was no trace of drunkenness in the warm smell of wine.But the wine bottles all over the place were real. Francois had already taken the stack of photos in shock, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you drunk?"

Wen Qiao put his hand between his eyebrows, he was not drunk, but he was obviously very different from when he was not drinking. He sat on the chair, stretched out his hand to stroke Alaska's hair, "I don't know." He said to the blond young man.

Francois thought of what he did in the rum wine, and thought that Wen Qiao must be drunk after going so long, but this person's reaction was very different from his imagination.Suppressing the surprise and anxiety in his heart, he asked again, "Do you still remember who you are?"

Wen Qiao didn't speak, but just stared at Francois sharply. His eyes were silent and lonely, just like the Alps had silenced the snow-capped mountains for ages. Francois stood there for a while, then turned around and ran towards the door.

Francois sat in the car for two hours that night and finally stood in front of the post office in the early morning. Before sending the photos, he couldn't help tearing them apart and shaking them out for a sneak peek.

The silent and ancient Chinese characters are characters he can't understand.He turned around and glanced, all the photos were of the same person, a young Chinese man.Francois immediately remembered the scene when he met Wen Qiao on the first day. Wen Qiao stretched out his wallet to pay for the wine at the counter that day. The photos flashed by in the wallet. It was then that Francois was sure that Wen Qiao Is a kindred spirit.

Because the photo is clearly a photo of two men.

The bearded uncle at the post office who went to work early in the morning shouted in a bad mood, "Is it still mailing?"

"Send!" Francois hurriedly packed up the photos and handed them over with a shaking hand.

Many years later, Francois had almost forgotten about Wen Qiao. He traveled to China with his lover and learned the meaning of this sentence in Chinese by accident. Hysterical and reckless.The figure of the man in the Alps seemed to reappear in front of Francois, cold and lazy, with deep eyes.

Those past youthful years.

In the small wooden house above the snow-capped mountains, the pale-eyed oriental man looked at the stars of Li Min through the window, without the slightest hint of drunkenness in his eyes. He thought of the wind in the North Pole and the snow in the South Pole, the aurora in Norway, the sunshine of Kilimanjaro, and the sunshine of Kilimanjaro. one person.After a long time, he slowly sighed like a person who has been drunk for too long, "I don't have that life."

The next day, when Wen Qiao walked out of the hut, the blond French guy did not appear at the door again.

Wen Qiao patted Alaska on the head casually, "Let's go."

There are too many landscapes in this world, too many losses, too many unforgettable things, and too many things you can't control yourself.I love freedom all my life. After meeting you, freedom is you.

This short and ethereal life, may you love freely and live freely.

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