Fog River

The rain shrouds the clusters of flowers in the courtyard, the fish swim in a stone pond, and the cold wind blows on the floor-to-ceiling windows and is fogged by the warmth of the room.

The side-wearing coat was casually thrown aside, only wearing a T-shirt and laying on the reclining chair, revealing a large area of ​​tattoos on his arms, and the veins protruding under the skin, revealing a repressed ferocity.

Guan Yue sat aside, recorded the conversation process on a piece of paper, pushed her glasses and asked, "So, you really plan to go on a trip with Chi Shu?"

No matter how comfortable the surrounding environment is, it is still a psychological treatment, and the pretense cannot kill the root cause.

Such psychotherapy made Bian Yan very uncomfortable.

Bian Yan lay on the recliner with a stiff body, hummed in a low voice, and then said no more.

"Bian Yan," Guan Yue frowned, took off her glasses, and changed her sitting position, "Since you have chosen treatment, don't bring this kind of resistance. Until now, you have been nothing but yes, how do you want me to continue? .”

Lie on the reclining chair, his eyelashes trembled, and it took him a while to utter an embarrassment from his throat.

After Guan Yue heard it, she didn't say anything more, she pursed her lips, put on her glasses, and asked while writing, "Since you don't want to tell him about your illness, are you ready to go out this time?"

The rustling sound of pen and paper was accompanied by Guan Yue's gentle voice, Bian Yan closed his eyes and tried to relax himself, trying to make himself forget that this was a cure, but the subconscious defense made his mind full of words, and in the end it just turned into nothing. An um comes from the nasal cavity.

Guan Yue paused at the tip of her pen and stopped talking.

The atmosphere began to become heavy and depressing.

After a long silence, Bian Yan sighed inwardly, sat up directly from the chair, opened his eyes and looked at Guan Yue.

"I think I'm ready," Bian Yan said with a lot of emotion in his eyes, "I've watched a lot of videos and travel guides, and I can imitate the eyes and movements of those couples in the videos, and I know which attractions to visit What to do and how to react."

At the end, he repeated emphatically: "I think I'm ready."

"That's just what you think," Guan Yue disagreed, she tapped the cardboard, "Do you know how many accidents can happen when you go on a trip? Can you be prepared to imitate all the accidental scenes? Bian Yan, you can't."

"What's more, Bian Yan, if Ren Chishu knows that all your current emotions are fake, what do you want people to think?"

"I don't have...all the clothes," Bian Yan retorted subconsciously, frowning, "There is a surge of emotion."

"But most of them are accompanied by physiological reactions," Guan Yue said. "Emotional surges are emotional surges, which are not the same thing as empathy. Empathy is that you can feel his emotions and have certain emotions about them." , Bian Yan, do you have any?"

"I don't talk about other people and things now, just take Chi Shu as an example. The purest emotional commonality, not the emotional changes you have trained for many years."

Bian Yan sat there thinking for a while, his originally straight back slowly bent, he propped his forehead with his hands, the gloomy light outside the window enveloped him, revealing an indescribable loneliness.

In fact, Guan Yue was not willing to force him like this, and made things so clear to him, but there was no other way, some things must be resolved with the most ruthless means.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier, and the cold autumn wind also added enough force to wrap the raindrops and fall on the bluestone slab, making a clear sound.

Bian Yan's tense muscles twitched a few times, and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes. He is very different. When I am unhappy, I don't want to see it."

Guan Yue's heart throbbed achingly when hearing these intermittent, broken words like fragments.

It's not like she, as an aunt, doesn't know how hard this life is.

But in the world of adults, most of them will focus on protecting themselves first. Many things are not because Guan Yue can't intervene, but because she dare not intervene.

"Bian Yan," Guan Yue called out in a low voice, sat down and patted his hand, "What are you thinking now?"

What do you think?

Bian Yan raised his head, his eyes were confused for a moment, but soon became clear again.

He said: "I don't know what I think, I just know that I want him."

"But I can't, love him in the dark."

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Chi Shu was sitting on the sofa teasing his mother's golden retriever, and the cotton solid-color bottoming shirt was hanging loosely, looking a bit leisurely and retirement-friendly.

Compared to Chi Shu's leisurely attitude, the retired Teacher Zhu is more like a busy laborer, walking around with his sleeves rolled up, stuffing boxes after boxes of things into Chi Shu's car.

"Mom, this is the National Day, not the Spring Festival." Chi Shu finally couldn't stand it any longer, and went to press his mother's action, "What's more, we are not far away, only a 20-minute drive away. It’s the same as a wanderer traveling far away.”

Mr. Zhu glanced at him with disdain: "It's rare for me to bother you, so I'll let you take all your things away in one bus, lest you bother me in the future."

Oh, that's the thing about feelings, but it's Chi Shu who pretends to be affectionate.

Chi Shu raised his eyebrows and gave way: "Okay, you pretend to be pretending."

Mom rolled her eyes at him, and didn't bother to ask him for help. She packed a box of grapefruit for Chi Shu neatly, and pulled the cart to put it in the trunk.

At this point, Chi Shu's trunk was finally full.

After rubbing the golden hair's head, Chi Shu went to wash his hands, then walked to the tablet standing on the mahogany cabinet in the center of the living room, smoked three sticks of black agarwood incense and lit it, and bowed three times to the black and white portrait in front of him.

It has been nearly 20 years since my father passed away, and the incense burner in front of me has filled round after round of incense ash.

But even so, a lot of pain cannot be erased.

Chi Shu looked at the photo in front of him. It was his father who he had never seen when he was young.He reached out and touched the eyebrows and eyes in the photo, and said with a smile: "Let's go, have a good time, and come back to see you next time."

In fact, halfway through the talk, the sour emotions surged up unexpectedly.

There is no way to do this. Children's attachment to their parents is always the softest, and time will not pass away.

Chi Shu rubbed his face, took off the plush sweater from the hanger, and walked towards the garage while putting it on.

This independent small bungalow was a preferential policy for my mother and the others to be professors.

Life was too hard in the early years, no matter what you say when you get old, you have to let people enjoy it.

Accompaniment and material things are indispensable.

"Ms. Zhu," Chi Shu walked over and hugged her shoulder affectionately, and asked, "Are you done?"

"It's almost ready," my mother ordered again, and after confirming that there were no omissions, she began to make long instructions.

Why do you have to put this in the refrigerator as soon as you get home, and that one can only be stored for a month? There are a lot of blah blah blah. Something was missing and the whole car smelled bad.

After the inspection, Chi Shu closed the trunk and patted his mother on the shoulder: "Okay, I can't remember such a lot of things you keep talking about, so send me a file."

"Get out," my mother spat at him angrily, "Whether you want to remember or not."

Chi Shu hurriedly avoided, and joked as he got into the car: "Ms. Zhu, you are a bit uncivilized, you don't look like a high-level intellectual."

"It's not that you're too naughty, bastard." My mother backed away to let him reverse the car, and said words of indifference and disgust, but when it was time to watch him go, the hidden softness in her heart was immediately revealed.

My mother came over and leaned against the car window, and said, "Don't be too tired at work, don't stay up late and go to bed early." After a pause, she said, "Be careful when you go out to play."

"Yes," Chi Shu reached out and touched her cheek, "Call me if you feel uncomfortable, you know, don't hold on to it by yourself."

Mom wrinkled her nose: "I know, it's not a big deal. I went to the doctor last time and said it's okay."

Chi Shu and his family are like this. They avoid medical treatment on weekdays. When something really happens to their health, they run to the hospital more frequently than anyone else in the past three days.

Chi Shu sighed, and it's good to reply that there is no problem: "I'm leaving, go in quickly, it's cold outside."

Mom responded and walked aside.He didn't go in, so he just stood there and watched Chi Shu go.

Most parents in the world are like this.Chi Shu didn't dare to look back, nor did he dare to look in the rearview mirror. He couldn't see this thing.

My mother's house is actually not far from my small apartment, it's just a block away, but it may be because of the National Day holiday travel, the road is terribly congested, and Chi Shu's big SUV is stuck on the road. It took half a day to get home.

He didn't dare to delay when he got home, he hurriedly moved all the things in the trunk up, no matter how to put them, anyway, he just stuffed them all into the refrigerator, and found a cool place for them to stay in the rest, anyway, right now The weather won't be bad anytime soon.

The screen of the mobile phone kept lighting up, and it was basically a National Day greeting from some relatives and friends.In fact, this person doesn't know what's going on now, as long as it's a fake, he can send you a few greetings.

What happiness and bliss, these messages seem to be sent in groups at first glance, which makes people feel embarrassed.

On weekdays, when Chi Shu sees it, he will definitely return immediately, so as not to forget those talkative relatives who will gossip again later.

But today was different, it was less than five hours before he and Bian Yan eloped and fled, but he hadn't even packed his luggage yet.

In fact, Chi Shu collected the luggage quite quickly, but that didn't include the case of traveling with Bian Yan.He has to choose slowly, slowly, not only clothes, but also perfumes and accessories.

Even underwear has to be chosen carefully.Everything inside and out has to be carefully selected.

After all, I am older, and I am not as shy about many things as I was when I was young, and the overwhelming enthusiasm burned away all embarrassment.

The dark clouds outside the window began to gather, and the rain was pressed behind and accumulated and erupted.After waiting for Chi Shu to pack up, it was already halfway through. He hurriedly trimmed his eyebrows and scratched his hair, and then hurried out the door with his luggage.

The road was still blocked, and Chi Shu became more and more impatient looking at the long traffic flow. There were cars sandwiched between the front and back, and he couldn't change lanes.

In fact, there is still time, but Chi Shu is just in a hurry, he wants to see Bian Yan soon.

It's only been two days since I haven't seen each other, and there are calls every day, but Chi Shu feels like it's been a long time.

The traffic police in Beicheng were quite strong. They went into battle wearing raincoats, and it didn't take long to stir up the stagnant water and open the gates to clear it.

Chi Shu stepped on the speed limit all the way and rushed towards the shop. When the car came to a stop, others jumped out. He wanted to go to the shop to say hello to Li Juan and the others, but he never wanted to close the door. In an instant, Bian Yan, who was dragging his luggage and standing on the porch, bumped into his eyes.

The upper is a bit wet, it must be waiting for a long time.

Chi Shu is an emotional person, and casual details can best catalyze the turbulent emotions.

"Boss Bian," Chi Shu walked over with a smile, touched his hand, it was cold, "how long have you been waiting?"

Bian Yan smiled and twirled his drooping hair: "Not long."

Deceiving.

But Chi Shu was willing to be cheated.He reached out and hooked his neck, pressing his lips up.

The lips of the two were cold, but the moment they met, sparks began to rise, burning the wilderness.

The taste is not sweet, both of them smoked, and the taste of joys and sorrows merged and exchanged.

If it was a girl, it would definitely stink, but they are two men, they only feel comfortable, hugging their lover and smoking a peerless cigarette.

Chi Shu gasped a little when he withdrew his lips, excited due to lack of oxygen.He pressed Bian Yan's head so that their foreheads touched, and said with hot breath.

"Bian Yan, Teacher Chi will take you to escape from this fucking world."