my zepple

When the child was at home in Italy, he loved to go to the playground. When he arrived in China without his parents, he was even more excited. When the weekend came, he would ask Tong Yu to take him out.

The wonderland they are about to go to has a large area.On Saturday morning, Tong Yu and Celio drew a simple diagram of the playground with crayons according to the strategy on the Internet.The items to be played and the order of play are roughly marked on it.

Finally, Tong Yu bought two Decathlon outdoor compass from the outdoor goods store outside the community.

So when Song Rou appeared at the entrance of Wonderland Paradise, what she saw was holding a painted map and a compass in her hands, and carrying a yellow arctic fox backpack on her back, like a child who was about to go to survive in the wild.

Celio is wearing a dark pink long-tube down jacket, looking short and bloated, much like a thermos bottle placed at Tong Yu's feet.

Tong Yu was staring at the map, and out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a person walking towards him slowly.

The man was wearing a short coat, with soft leather boots on his feet, and his straight trouser legs hung down to cover most of the neck of the boots. When he walked, he put his hands in the pockets of his coat, walking at a leisurely pace.But because he is tall and has a huge stride, he stepped in front of him in a few steps.

Tong Yu pinched the hand-painted map and watched him approach, his face getting more and more stinky.

The man was wearing a black knitted hat that covered his ears, and his long hair hung down around his neck softly following the contours of his face.The mask completely covered the lower half of the face, only revealing a pair of beautiful eyes.

But this is enough for Tong Yu to recognize Song Rou.

Tong Yu asked with a dirty face, "Are you following me?"

Song Rou smiled vaguely, and only said: "It's not counted..."

"I came by car."

Song Rou stretched out her hand from the jacket pocket to touch Tong Yu's head.He didn't wear a hat, and the high winds on the plains in winter had blown his hair like cornfields that had been spoiled overnight by wild boars.

Tong Yu was a little awkward, she shrank her head and hid for a while.

"How did you know I was coming here?"

The long-neglected Italian thermos underneath spoke at the right time: "I specially invited Mr. Song Rou to come."

"..."

Tong Yu remembered.

While he was coloring the map for a while this morning, Celio had been fiddling with the comm watch on his wrist, covering his mouth and laughing.At that time he thought Celio was playing a small game, but now that he thinks about it, he is probably chatting with Song Rou.

These two people should be the contact information exchanged in the studio a few days ago.

It's just that Celio doesn't understand anything, and it's impossible for Tong Yu to say anything to him. At this moment, he is suffering from being dumb.

Celio seems to like Song Rou very much, as soon as he sees Song Rou, he sticks to Song Rou passionately.And when Tong Yu is angry, he usually doesn't like to talk, and walks ahead alone with his head sullen.

The gates of Wonderland Paradise and Qingkong Academy of Fine Arts are facing each other. There is a goldfish phone booth at the entrance of the Academy of Fine Arts. It is a street installation art that has become very popular on the Internet recently.

The little boy liked to look around, and when he saw it across the street, he exclaimed endlessly, pulling Tong Yu and Song Rou to run towards the opposite side.

This idea originally originated from a group of art university students in Nara Prefecture, Japan in 2011.Later, artists from all over the world followed suit.

It just so happens that there is a long-abandoned telephone booth at the gate of Qingkong Academy of Fine Arts. Some students also built a goldfish telephone booth this year after obtaining the consent of all parties.

The students hollowed out the original telecommunication facilities, closed and disinfected the telephone booths, ventilated the top, and connected the constant temperature water purification system and oxygen pump.It is also necessary to send people to regularly feed and change the water and observe the condition of the goldfish every day to ensure the health of the goldfish during the exhibition.

Celio approached and touched the transparent phone booth with his hand.At this time, the inside is filled with clear liquid, and the light golden sunlight of January penetrates the glass, and hundreds of goldfish with rich colors seem to swim between dreams and reality.

He rubbed his fingers and said to the goldfish, "Why are you taking a hot bath?"

A young girl sitting next to the phone booth burst out laughing when she heard it. She looked at Celio friendly and said in a lively tone, "That's right! We have adjusted the temperature of the fish tank and kept it between 26 and 28 degrees Celsius. Compared with the current It's really a hot shower in terms of the outside temperature."

Song Rou also laughed when she heard that, she lowered her head and asked Tong Yu: "Do you still remember Xiao Jin?"

Tong Yu nodded.

Xiaojin is a goldfish.

After the college entrance examination in 7, the two went to Hong Kong together for half a month to play wildly, and did not go with the tour group.Song Rou hangs his Sony A[-], and Tong Yu wanders around the streets and alleys of Hong Kong every day.

On that day at Goldfish Street in Mong Kok, Tong Yu seemed to be possessed by a demon, saying that he wanted to take away a goldfish in a transparent oxygen bag, and even tried to hide it in his coat to get away.

In the end, Song Rou took her mobile phone and came out to Baidu to say that there were police dogs in the place, and that the goldfish might be flushed into the toilet on the spot, so Tong Yu gave up.

After returning to City C, Song Rou bought him a chubby goldfish, which was the same as the one she saw on Goldfish Street, and it was Lanshou.Tong Yu named him Xiaojin.

A few days after Xiao Jin was brought home by Tong Yu, he lay down in the tank and sank to the bottom of the water, dying.

After holding it in the water with his hands for more than an hour, he still couldn't float. In desperation, Tong Yu used the tube of the oxygen pump and small foam to make a life jacket for Xiaojin.

Wearing the life jacket, Xiao Jin was brought to Song Rou by Tong Yu, who almost fell down on the spot from Song Rou's laughter.

Afterwards, in the constant temperature fish tank of Song Rou's house, the oxygen was blasted for two consecutive days, and served with delicious food and drink, Xiao Jin finally floated up again.

And later no matter how much Song Rou persuaded Tong Yu, he refused to take Xiao Jin home again, for fear that he would suffer from swim bladder disease again because of his poor care.

So Xiaojin has been raised with Song Rou since then.

"Little Jin is still alive."

Tong Yu was stunned. Ordinary ornamental goldfish usually live for 4-6 years. More than six years is a long lifespan. Xiao Jin has already lived to be ten years old.

Song Rou pursed her lips and said to him: "I'll take some photos tonight and send them to you."

Tong Yu nodded slightly again.

At this time, the young girl stood up from the chair and stomped her feet several times. City C is in the south. Although the annual minimum temperature is almost above freezing, it is still unbearably humid.

She took out two marker pens from the paper bag on the ground and asked them with a smile, "Do you want to write?"

Tong Yu looked at her puzzled.

The girl smiled again and asked, "Have you ever heard that a fish's memory is only seven seconds?"

"Hey, in fact, the fish's memory is more than seven seconds...but that's not the point!"

She flicked her two long braids very chicly, and stopped the words that were about to go astray in time.

"It is Xu Zhimo's poem that says that the memory of fish is only seven seconds. The device I understand regards fish as a memory storage unit. The goldfish in the telephone booth are the call memories stored here."

"Try to think about how many sentimental words and sweet memories should be said in a phone booth outside the university...It's very interesting, isn't it?"

When the girl said this, her tone was lyrical, as if she was reciting a poem.

Song Rou said, "That's not right."

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"The phone calls that have been broadcast have been turned into radio waves and transmitted to the ears of the person on the other side, without leaving a trace."

"These are left behind."

Those phone calls that could not be broadcast, calls that could not be connected, love that could not be delivered, or words that had to be swallowed back, did not become radio waves to reach where they should go place.

Only the stubborn pain and regret will linger, clamoring to form a form of depression, condensing into a beauty that cannot be ignored in the mind.

And they end up turning into planktonic creatures, into these beautiful goldfish.

The girl was a little stunned after hearing this, she was silent for a while, and admitted to Song Rou: "Your understanding seems to make more sense..."

As if recalling something from the past, she couldn't help raising her head and sighing. When she looked back, her expression became sad, and she said quietly: "There is such a person in everyone's heart, isn't there?"

"Yes." Song Rou looked at Tong Yu and said lightly, "Yes."

After Tong Yu left that year, he called that number many times. At first, the phone was shut down, then it was shut down, then it became an empty number, and finally it was picked up by a stranger.

Song Rou had a lot of things to say, he wanted to apologize first, to persuade him to stay, and then he couldn't wait to confess his love to Tong Yu.No one can see the relationship they are about to give birth to stillborn.

That's regretful.

Then he stopped calling.Those words were also left behind, burning to become the jumping red dots before cigarettes, or rising bubbles in tequila and gin, and finally turned into countless ranchu goldfish, flicking their tails into his deep In a green dream.

The atmosphere suddenly became unpredictable, Celio rolled his eyes, Tong Yu pursed his lips and remained silent.

The girl wiped the wet corners of her eyes with her fingertips, and squeezed out a fresh smile.

"But you still have to write, it's on our recording wall." She pointed behind her, at the huge white curtain next to the gate of the Academy of Fine Arts, filled with all kinds of thick and colorful graffiti and messages.

"I......"

"I know who you are," the girl interrupted Song Rou.

"But I won't tell."

She proudly twirled the marker pen in her hand, and the sadness just now disappeared from her face instantly.

She asked him, "Write now?"

The street installation of the goldfish phone booth is called "kingyobu".Qingkong Academy of Fine Arts made up this one by me.

The inspiration for the goldfish meme comes from the comments I saw on Xiaohongshu’s tweets.authorized.

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A few days ago, someone kept asking me in private message what was castrated after I unlocked Chapter 50 Deep Madder Red... In fact, there is really nothing→_→

I will post the photos of the goldfish department, and Baidu can also search them, just search for the goldfish phone booth.