howling breath

Lin Lang pushed Tang Yushu away.

Don't look past the embarrassing face of "old tears", looked at the wall inside, and apologized to the person first: "I... fell asleep."

"It's okay, I think you're scared." Tang Yushu's little body lay on Lin Lang's bunk and didn't get off.

The words "I'm having a nightmare" were passed over quickly and vaguely, and Lin Lang asked him again: "Why are you back?"

Tang Yushu was stunned for several seconds, and said in a slightly disappointed tone, "You can walk..."

This answer is a bit bizarre.

Lin Lang turned around and looked at Tang Yushu with anxious eyes.

He seemed to be lost, but he raised his eyebrows and closed his eyes to look at Lin Lang—as if he felt relieved that he had come up with a good idea for Lin Lang.

Lin Lang continued to turn his head to look at the wall: "That's not what I meant."

Tang Yushu seemed to be pardoned: "Really? I was busy with the company's business a while ago... I have to go back to school every day to attend classes, and then go back to make plans and implement them in the evening; that's why I didn't come back to live... But halfway Once I went back to the dormitory to pick up things, and it happened that you should have classes at that time. What do you say? Have you made new friends?"

"Ah."

"That's fine, I said I was afraid you would be bored by yourself! I said I would take you to Dujiangyan on weekends - I let you go when I just got acquainted, and I was afraid that you would annoy me because of this! Hey this Going to play this weekend?"

"talk later."

"Okay, then you can think about it for a day, and we will decide at night; but my dad probably won't have time this week, we can take the high-speed train, or if you don't mind, we can ride an iron donkey? Hahaha, don't worry, I have been there many times The road is well known!"

"..."

"Hey... why do I feel that you are in a bad mood?"

You finally feel it. "..."

"Annoying me?"

kind of.But... "I don't hate you."

"Hey, that's fine, I like you too!"

Lin Lang understands: You can’t understand this optimist with the thinking of normal people—the “like” in Tang Yushu’s mouth should just mean “good relationship”——“I didn’t say I like you!”

"I dreamed about you yesterday!"

"..." Can this guy listen to people's words...

Lin Lang wanted to get rid of him—he was in a hurry to change his diapers.

But he couldn't avoid this noisy guy while sitting, and he couldn't move around when he was moving. Lin Lang rubbed his hands into his hair and got a little crazy.

Fortunately, at this moment, the mobile phone made a "ding dong", as if he had caught a life-saving straw, Lin Lang quickly touched it and pretended to be busy.

A message from an unfamiliar number: Lin Lang?I am Lu Li, the project manager of Light and Shadow Media, introduced by Yushu.We have a need for script creation here, and I want to talk to you about drafting.If you have time, would you mind chatting in person? (today?)

This Friday, Lin Lang has classes all day, so he replied: Can I do it in the evening?

Lu Li: Of course.Can I add your WeChat by searching your mobile number?

Lin Lang: Yes.

Lu Li: OK.As for the specific meeting time and place, we communicate on WeChat?

Lin Lang: OK.

The job opportunity was drawn by Tang Yushu.

Just as Lin Lang wanted to ask if he wanted to go with him at night, Tang Yushu also received a call and got off Lin Lang's shop. While talking on the phone, he hopped out of the dormitory with a basketball that didn't exist. : "At night? What are you playing? All right..."

Come on.

Lin Lang didn't make another invitation, and took advantage of Tang Yushu's spare time when he left the dormitory door to talk on the phone, and hurriedly changed his trousers.

When I got out of bed, I touched the armrest, and I still had the temperature that Tang Yushu had infected.

Lin Lang held it a little flustered.

bother you.

But don't hate you.

During the literature appreciation class in the afternoon, Lin Lang was frequently distracted.

It is about Baudelaire—"What flows in him is not blood, but the green water of Wangchuan."——The carbon pen moves repeatedly under this poem, penetrating through the back of the paper.

Lin Lang couldn't help recalling last night's dream.

In the second half of the dream, Lin Lang felt in a trance that he heard the sound of heavy rain, but he was nowhere to be seen when he turned around to look for him; then there was a woman who fell to the ground, blood flowing into a stream, and a heavy rain falling from the sky.

The phrase "I'm leaving" appeared at the end of the dream and at the beginning of waking.

Trying to think back at this moment, Lin Lang couldn't tell who said it.

Is it the heavy rain that disappeared in the dream?Or Tang Yushu who pushed the door open in reality?

My heart throbbed rapidly.

That dream was not a dream, but a reenactment of the scene when my mother committed suicide when I was five years old.

At that time, she hugged him and jumped down from upstairs; she died, but he didn't die.

He fell in a daze, and lost control of his body due to the dull pain.

He stumbled to his feet, turned around and saw her on the ground, completely changed.Her last breath passed through the throat full of blood, bringing out a vague and long hoarseness.

His body was covered with her blood, which smelled and had temperature; it couldn't be patted off or cleaned.

He thought that there would be a heavy rain, and it would wash away all these, until it was invisible, until it was invisible at all.

But there was no heavy rain.

But the more you shoot, the dirtier it gets.

But the more I shoot, the more scared I become.

Lin Lang couldn't hold back and retched in the hall.

Restraining his discomfort, he bowed embarrassingly to the professor and said "Sorry" in front of everyone, and ran out of the classroom through snickering.

In fact, after the heavy rain appeared, Lin Lang never had such a terrible memory in his dreams again.

After a long time, I almost forgot.

——The heavy rain is "the green water of Wangchuan", which washes away the "flowing blood".

"Because you look forward to the coming of 'heavy rain', when a character with the function of 'accompanying' appears in your spiritual world, you give him this name: heavy rain-in fact, it is your self-suggestion: what you are looking forward to This heavy rain has appeared and washed away the things you most fear and don't want to face."

"..."

"It sounds like 'self-deception', but it's actually a very effective way for you to save yourself spiritually—if you don't form the role of 'Heavy Rain', maybe your self-personality will collapse."

"But I haven't dreamed of heavy rain for more than half a month."

"It's a good thing. Maybe it's because you've grown up with self-healing and self-improvement at a stage where you don't need to rely on 'heavy rain'; maybe it's because your 'empathy' has been replaced by something else; maybe both Both."

"But I'm scared."

"It's normal to be 'feared' - something like a 'withdrawal reaction', just encourage yourself to go through the process."

"it is good……"

After hanging up the doctor's call, Lin Lang hid in the corridor for more than half an hour.

I don't know why, but I suddenly regretted... I pushed away that "first time in my life" warm hug prematurely.

Lu Li searched through his mobile phone number, added to Lin Lang's WeChat, and sent Lin Lang a project brief for Lin Lang's evaluation of the remuneration quotation; he also agreed on a time: "9 o'clock, Taikoo Li, can you?", and attached a restaurant position.

There is nothing wrong with it.Lin Lang replied to him: "Okay."

It takes about 40 minutes to finish a meal and talk about a job, and you can go back to school by the time of the last subway.

Lin Lang set off from school at around 8 o'clock, and it was not far by subway—about 7 or 8 kilometers.But the subway in Chengdu was built strangely. Lin Lang had to sit on the east side first, and then turn at a right angle and transfer to the south.

Because of a misjudgment... Lin Lang was already late in Taikoo Li.

According to the location, Lin Lang found the restaurant, wandered in front of the door for a long time, looking at the restaurant's rows, he was a little afraid to go in.

The waiter at the front desk smiled and asked him, "Is that Mr. Lin Lang?"

Lin Lang pretended to be calm: "Yes."

"Box 203. Mr. Lu has arrived." The waiter took the seat carefully.

When he saw Lu Li himself, Lin Lang belatedly remembered who this person was - a well-known cartoonist.

At first, I thought the name was a bit familiar, but I didn't think about it. I saw the real person Lin Lang before I got the name; I suddenly felt that Yingda is really a good place for peaches and plums.

It can be regarded as a half-peer relationship, and the two chatted for a long time about the topic of story creation, and the chat was quite speculative.

Obviously, like Tang Yushu, Lu Li is also a chatterbox. Once he talked about a topic of interest, he would quote classics and classics.

Lin Lang was impatient: after 10 o'clock, the subway station stopped running; the originally scheduled meeting at 9 o'clock was already late... If he continues talking like this, he probably won't be able to take the subway back.

But when I came here, I misjudged the distance and was late... I can't blame others.

Enduring anxiety, the two of them ate until nearly 11 o'clock before ending the meal.

At the end of the day, Lu Li mentioned work and asked Lin Lang about the quotation.

Lin Lang had calculated this matter in advance: If he wanted to earn the 4000 tuition fees that he needed to pay and the living expenses for the next two months——a total of 6000 yuan, 60 episodes of scripts, and 100 yuan for each episode.

Just as he was about to "fight on the battlefield", Lin Lang was a little timid again—would it be expensive?

After thinking about it, he still decided to follow the principle of "let the work go on". Lin Lang took a sip of tea and cleared his throat, pretending to be a good negotiator: "Actually, based on my previous remuneration standards, this project I want to quote 5000; but you are Tang Yushu's friend, so I can give you a friendship price of 4000."

Lu Li tidied himself up and nodded to Lin Lang.

Lin Lang didn't understand what he meant, and felt guilty, so he added: "On average, each episode is less than 70 yuan, which is actually considered cheap in the market. I made this offer to show my sincerity in cooperation. "

Lu Li paused the movement of his hand: "So...4000 is...total?"

Lin Lang didn't understand why he suddenly spoke English, suppressed his bewildered emotions, and nodded calmly: "Yeah!"

When he was still hesitating whether to add "there is still room for bargaining", Lu Li said "yes" firmly.

"Then we'll stop here today. I'll go back and think about it, and I'll give you a reply within three days."

Lin Lang said calmly, "Okay."

It was already early 11 o'clock after breaking up with Lu Li, Lin Lang was a little desperate.

But I still walked to the subway station with a glimmer of expectation——as expected, it was out of service.

I was at a loss - I only had 10 yuan on me, I didn't have enough taxis, and I didn't bring my bank card... Then I turned on the phone, and the battery was 3%.

The lights of the Taikoo Li business district are circulating.There are street singers singing cheerful divine songs, and the streets are full of people who are walking leisurely and not rushing home.Lin Lang looked at them and felt that his downcast self was out of tune with this world.

After thinking for a while, he patiently opened the map app on his phone to check the walking route back to school; he took out a paper and pen from his bag, Lin Lang squatted on the ground, and turned off the power of his phone completely with the light of Weiai on. Before, I traced the map according to it.

Tang Yushu and his new friends from the same major made an appointment to go to their dormitory to play Three Kingdoms Killing at night, and they didn't return to 11 until 601:[-].

Lin Lang is not there.

Tang Yushu didn't know about Lin Lang's itinerary, thinking that he might be helping out with his mentor.

A little boring.

After dribbling a non-existent basketball in the house and shooting a non-existent "three-pointer", Tang Yushu threw himself on the bunk contentedly.

Then the phone rang.Tang Yushu picked up the phone: Lu Li.

Pressing to answer, the other end smiled wryly: "What's the situation with you recommending this kid to me..."

Tang Yushu was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"He quoted me 70 yuan an episode."

"many?"

"70, it's less than - 60 episodes of the script gave me a total of 4000. I... I... this..."

"I don't know your business—is the price low?"

"It's ridiculously low... just like someone wearing a pair of Adidas and telling you to sell it for 80, do you dare to buy it?"

"He doesn't understand, don't blame you. What's the matter, do you want to do it?"

"I don't dare... I'd better use the screenwriter I worked with before."

"Okay, I didn't help you... Have you met? What about the other person? Have you come back?"

"Going back. I'm already home. It's been half an hour since we broke up."

"Oh."

If you go back to school from Taikoo Li, you should be almost there after more than half an hour.

Hanging up Lu Li's phone, looking at the upper bunk, Tang Yushu let himself go.

After letting it go, I found that the mosquito nets were hung up neatly... It didn't seem like my "style".

When I looked carefully, I found that the shape of the sticky hook used to hang the mosquito net was different.Tang Yushu was a little suspicious about this detail.

After thinking for a moment, Tang Yushu got up and ran to Lin Lang's shop to check.

After comparing Tang Yushu, he was happy—Lin Lang helped him tidy up when he was not around.

After thinking about it, she blushed again: I still hugged him this morning.Very thin.

It's both uncomfortable and comfortable.

Reminiscing about that hug, Tang Yushu put down his phone and lay down on the bed and yawned deeply.

Lying in a half-dream and half-awake, I struggled to get up and prepared to turn off the light and take off my clothes. After looking at the time, I belatedly remembered: "No, the access is closed! Lin Lang can't come back to the dormitory!"

Tang Yushu flipped through the contact records and called Lin Lang.

"The person you are calling has switched off their phone."

Where did it go?

Why don't you come back?

Did you get lost in Chengdu, an unfamiliar place?

After four years of undergraduate study at the Film and Television University, Tang Yushu has a good relationship with Auntie, the dormitory supervisor—now go sell a smiling face and get out.

After thinking about it, he immediately put on his clothes, put on his shoes, and rushed downstairs like flying.

The author says:

I abused Lin Lang again... This time the abuse is really over.

Isn't it?The lovely brother Yushu is going to find his wife in the dark night.

Notice: Bring your own seat belts, take the babies for a ride tomorrow!