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The room was filled with smoke, and the table was messed up.

When I went upstairs, I heard the lively noise hidden behind the wall. I opened the door and realized that it belonged to my family.

Fang Qiong and Yuan Gaopeng were entertaining relatives at home, and the dinner was already full, so everyone changed cups and cups in the soup pot that could not pull out a few leaves.

They were all from Yuan Gaopeng's hometown, and Yuan Mu looked up when he took off his shoes, but he didn't recognize any faces.

Catching Yuan Cha's gaze, she ran over and said that she had left food for him.

"Thank you."

Yuan Mu bent down to arrange the shoes, and went back to his room to put things away without saying a word.

Yuan Cha's eyes followed him for a few seconds, then he went back into the kitchen to serve more food.

After a while, she rushed out with a bowl of rice and an empty plate, and asked Fang Qiong where the dishes on the plate went.

Fang Qiong chatted excitedly with others, and laughed so hard that Yuan Cha called her twice before she responded: "What's the matter, what's the matter?"

"Where's the food I scooped out?" Yuan Cha pushed the empty plate to her eyes with an aggrieved tone.

"Is that the dish you scooped up?" Fang Qiong pointed to the pot, "It wasn't enough for my uncles to eat, so I poured it in. What are you doing in the cupboard?"

"It's gone! What does brother eat?" Yuan Cha asked loudly.

Attracting everyone to look at her: "Your brother is back? Where is it?"

Yuan Cha turned his head, wondering how long Yuan Mu had been standing at the door of the room.

He walked over to take the bowl from Yuan Cha's hand, ignored the curious eyes of the others, and said in a low voice, "I'll go to Qianjin to eat noodles."

Yuan Gaopeng took out the wallet in his inner pocket and said, "Order with eggs and meat, pack it up and eat it at home."

Yuan Mu said, "No need, Uncle, I still have money."

There was a voice: "Hey, why are you still calling Uncle?"

Yuan Mu lowered his eyelashes to hide his emotions.

Fang Qiong took the wallet into his hand, took out a bright red one, got up and walked to the door with Yuan Mu, his voice was so low that only the two of them could hear: "Bring a bag of washing powder when you come back."

Then he said, "If he gives it to you, you can follow it."

"Mom, what's wrong with your index finger?" Yuan Mu stared at the band-aid in her hand.

Fang Qiong flexed his thumb and pressed it: "It was time to cut the pig's trotters with a knife just now, it's okay."

"Let's clean up the kitchen when I come back. Don't touch the water with your hands."

"Well, go ahead.

Come back after eating, the house is noisy. "

Fang Qiong stuffed the money into his palm, turned around with a smile on his face and went to the wine shop.

While tying his shoelaces, Yuan Mu squatted in the shadows. He looked at the dizzyingly bright living room in front of him, and suddenly thought, in fact, what was sitting there was a complete, regular family of three who could be recognized.

"A pack of old dragons and phoenixes."

The light in the store is soft, the boss is reading a book, he raised his eyelids to look at the customer, and then buried his eyes.

"Puff it yourself or buy it for the old man?"

"The old man is dead, smoke it yourself."

The boss heard that his mood was not right from these words, but he still insisted: "You should know my rules."

Yuan Mu said, "I became an adult last month."

The boss ignored him: "Bring your ID card."

"Brother Yun."

Yuan Mu wanted to say that he needed that pack of cigarettes very much now, and he didn't have the strength to run two streets to find another way, but he stopped for a long time, and choked out, "I'll show you tomorrow."

Lu Yiyun is not a local, but he has been stationed on this street for a long time.

I heard that he was from other provinces. He came to Chongqing to study at university. After graduation, he failed to start a business.

It is also the shopkeeper with the least money. Children under the age of eight do not sell goods, and teenagers under the age of [-] do not sell tobacco and alcohol.

When Yuan Mu was young, he was depressed because he couldn't eat snacks nearby. What kind of picture did Brother Yun do, and what did he get?When he grows up, he can't figure out what he's drawn, but only vaguely understands that this person is very rare, an endangered species, and he doesn't fit in with this street. Yuan Mu will never meet many people in his life.

Lu Yiyun glanced at him, then leaned over and took out a pack of Dragon and Phoenix Chengxiang from the glass cabinet and threw it in front of him.

Yuan Mu handed him one hundred bills.

Lu Yiyun turned the pages like pulling the white silk of orange petals, her fingertips touched from the beginning to the end of the page, delicate and elegant.

He said: "I don't have time to give you change, bring the change ticket and ID card together tomorrow."

After inhaling the eighth, Yuan Mu heard Qian Jin and Qiu Yu talking and walked into the corridor.

"You talk about studying, I can still go to university in the experiment, I don't have to go to No. [-] middle school.

Then you said it was to play with you and Yuan Er, didn't I have to ruin you after I ruined my mother's money? "

Qian Jin said, "Oh, let me think about it again.

And the transfer made my mother nod and bow her head to ask for help, which is difficult. "

Qiu Yu said, "You don't need to ask for my grandfather."

The tone was indifferent, "I'll just mention it casually, don't deliberately create an atmosphere where I'm begging you and you're trying to decline me."

Qian Jin laughed loudly, and after laughing, he felt a little melancholy: "Qiu Yu, have you already thought about what you want to do in the future?"

When it comes to the future, even Qian Jin has become more stable.

"No."

"But there must be a direction, otherwise you will never go to No. [-] Middle School."

"Yes, I want to go out and have a look."

Their footsteps were getting closer and their conversation was getting clearer.

"Can't you go out in the experiment? It takes a lot of effort."

"Will the experiment allow me to go to Beijing?"

"Do you want to go to Beijing?" The friend unknowingly made up his mind, Qian Jin was surprised and then introspected, "It's great, it's great to have a goal.

There is no shadow of my future.

What are you doing?Feel like I can't do anything, fuck it, it's hard to be a good dick. "

"My home is here."

Qiu Yu said.

Qian Jin continued to walk up the railing: "Damn it, I have to climb the third floor, it's even harder."

Qiu Yu put the key in the socket, turned the door open, and Qian Jin shouted above his head, "Damn it, where does the smell of cigarettes come from?"

The door to the roof was locked, so Yuan Mu could only sit on the last step of the top floor to smoke.

Hearing Qian Jin's loud voice, he smiled silently in the dark, and wringed out the cigarette.

At the same time, Qiu Yu took two steps back in front of the door and raised her head.

The corridor returned to calm, and thoughts were wandering.

Unable to straighten things out, Yuan Mu pressed the lighter again.

Press hard and you will get a crisp response, flickering fire.

The smoke is contained between the lips and tongue, leaning towards the cluster of fire.

You can get short and bitter pain, hallucinogenic and pleasant nicotine by inhaling forcefully.

All behaviors and things that will not disappoint people are worth indulging in.

While swallowing the cigarette, he was absent-minded and lost his breath. Yuan Mu coughed violently while clutching his neck.

Coughing and not concentrating, he thought, spicy is not a taste, but a pain, so why is it not bitter?It hurts to taste bitterness.

Maybe he coughed up his brain. When he straightened up, Yuan Mu saw Qiu Yu standing in front of him leaning on a flashlight. The light in his hand was like a silver sword.

"have you eaten?"

Qiu Yu's voice when speaking to him was soft and soft, as difficult to trace as the dust surging in the beam of light.

Then they were hungry and sat on the wooden table on the roof to smoke, this time it was the same wooden table, unlike before, they occupied two sides.

The two leaned back and looked at the sky vertically, and the smoke sprayed into the night sky.

"Do you like smoking Yuxi more?"

Yuan Mu asked.

"I don't choose."

"I suddenly remembered a writer who said that there are angels in heaven, and the angels also secretly smoke."

"Ah."

"Do you know why smoking is banned in Heaven?"

"why."

"Says that angel wings lose hair and that smoking is a fire hazard."

"and then."

"And there are also archangels in heaven. When the archangels are on tour, there will be angels who will quietly flick the cigarette butts off."

"and then."

"And then this is what we see as meteors."

In fact, Qiu Yu knew.

This is the book that Yuan Mu put in front of his face in the fruit shop when he went to "Spider" to replace Ji Erxie.

When Qiu Yu came back, she went to the bookstore to find it, and went home and read it page by page.

He had the impression that this part was a love letter from Nabokov to Vera.

What's going on with Yuan Mu, can this be regarded as love words for him?

Qiu Yu laughed inexplicably, and the wind blew his clothes.

"What are you laughing at?" Yuan Mu was still looking at the sky.

Laughing at me is so naive, Qiu Yu thought.

"I don't know why you suddenly remembered this."

"Because I really want to see shooting stars now, so that I can make a wish."

"What wish?"

I hope that I will die smoothly due to external force in a year.

"I heard that speaking out will not work."

In front of him, the dark blue night sky suddenly drew a bright red arc, and sparks fell and splashed at the end of Yuan Mu's eyes.

Qiu Yu said, "I can say it.

I wish your wish will come true. "

Hot and cold are two extremes, but at that moment Yuan Mu discovered that nerves can also confuse these two kinds of tactile sensations.

But the pain was unified, and it was so painful that he burst into tears.

Qiu Yu's hands were empty, Yuan Mu looked down at his fingertips, and followed suit with the cigarette butt.

"Smoking with you is a waste."

Yuan Mu said.

Just took a sip of one.

"Why do you smoke?" Qiu Yu said, "Today."

Yuan Mu thought for a long time, his heart strangely returned to calm, and asked, "Do you not really want to go home?"

"I'm afraid of being tortured by her when I go home. How are the teachers and classmates in the No. [-] Middle School?

"She asks you to answer."

"She would ask endlessly."

Yuan Mu said: "Then you only have to answer her for one year."

He turned to look at him, "You know, you'll be free in a year."

Qiu Yu caught Yuan Mu's gaze, a little absent-minded.

Qiu Yu felt that there would be no second person in this life who looked at himself like him, peaceful, quiet, full of strength and hope.

Yuan Mu stared at him, and even smiled: "Don't look at me, look at the sky."

I ask you, can you recognize which cloud belongs to which sky, when they are all silent.

Qiu Yu said, "I don't recognize it.

No cloud will always belong to which sky. "

Yuan Mu frowned and nodded.

"That's right, no one will belong to any land forever."

"Like you, you can't belong here," he said.

Qiu Yu wanted to ask the same question as before, what about you?

Yuan Mu spoke first.

He put his arms on the bridge of his nose, saying that the moon is so domineering today, it is so bright that it makes people dizzy.

Qiu Yu really went to see the moon.

It took a long time for Qiu Yu to figure it out, what Yuan Mu covered his eyes that night, covering his farewell look and nameless tears.

Foreseeing the end of his relationship with him, he presumptuously regarded the shooting star he made for him as a farewell ceremony.

He shouldn't have looked at the moon.

The author says:

"Heaven is supposed to be boring, full of fluff from angel wings, so no smoking.

But sometimes the angels smoke secretly and hide the cigarettes in their sleeves. When the archangels are patrolling, they will quietly flick off the cigarette butts. This is the shooting star you see. "

— Nabokov