Attempted first love

In the fall of Xia Yan's fourth year of curatorial design, he finally realized that life is far more dramatic than works of art.

At the end of September, he was at the Spring City Film Festival. He just got the tickets and was about to watch the No.11 film of this trip. His plan was interrupted by a phone call from his mentor, and he rushed to the airport in a hurry.

The three-hour flight can barely make up for the lack of sleep in the past few days.

After taking his seat, he leaned against the porthole to catch up on sleep. He encountered turbulence several times during the flight, but he never woke up. It was not until the plane landed unhurriedly that he opened his eyes drowsily and looked out the window.

The sky is half blue and half purple, the thin clouds are mottled by the wind, and the unique humid air of Haicheng seems to penetrate the glass and blow towards the face.

Xia Yan twitched his nose lightly, at the same time, his right eyelid twitched a few times without warning.

At seven o'clock in the afternoon, the plane landed on time.

The early autumn in Haicheng is still hot. As soon as you step out of the cabin, the lingering heat envelops you like a cobweb.

Xia Yan is afraid of the heat, but he doesn't sweat, so the heat is trapped in his body. He raised his hand and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt to breathe freely.

The people in the same cabin obviously came prepared, most of them were wearing T-shirts and shorts, only he was wearing a straight suit with blond hair on top, and people passing by frequently cast their eyes.

Xia Yan didn't feel any embarrassment at all, he bent his eyes, greeted people generously, but made them blush.

The mobile phone rang as if pinched on the spot, Xia Yan pushed into the case with one hand and took it out with the other, the movie tickets were taken out together and floated leisurely to the ground.

He bowed his head, stood still, and connected the phone that was vibrating in his hand first.

The signal at the airport is poor, and the surroundings are full of buzzing voices. The ears automatically filter out Ji Qilin's singing and three sighs, and pick out two key words, artist, and return from abroad.

Combined with the purpose of this trip, it is not difficult to infer that he is describing the new candidates who will participate in the exhibition.

The effect of the tympanic membrane congestion was onset slowly, Xia Yan gradually felt unbearable tinnitus, took the phone away, bent over to pick up the movie ticket that fell on the ground, and said to Ji Qilin, "Teacher, I'll be right there."

Go out of the hall and go straight to the right. Before reaching the taxi zone, a brand-new Chery QQ on the side of the road lowered the window, and Xiao Jiang sat in the driver's seat and called, "Brother Yan!"

"Why are you here?" Xia Yan walked over.

Xiao Jiang got out of the car and took his suitcase, stuffed it into the back seat, "I just picked up the car, I'm here to pick you up."

He was wearing a loose T-shirt and sports shorts. Seeing this, Xia Yan felt dizzy from the heat, but he still did not forget to say: "I heard that you have become a regular, congratulations."

"Thank you for helping me speak well in front of Teacher Ji." Xiao Jiang raised his hands and scratched his face in embarrassment.

Ji Qilin was strict with others but also kind. He was upright in dealing with others. Xia Yan said with a smile: "It's because of your ability. Besides, how can he believe me now? He probably wants to take my skin off."

Xiao Jiang looked hesitant: "Teacher Ji still values ​​you the most. Otherwise, he would not insist on summoning you to receive that artist. I heard that he is very good. This is the first exhibition in China."

Xia was so hot that he was dizzy, he waved his hands and didn't want to say more, and got into the passenger seat shortly, "Let's go, you will be scolded if you are late."

He was still clutching the movie ticket he picked up just now, but Xiao Jiang mistook it for a plane ticket and warned, "Don't throw it away casually, it will expose your personal information."

The film tickets for the film festival are not like ordinary heat-sensitive paper, but made of coated paper, a slender strip, which is indeed similar to an air ticket.

The edge of the coated paper is sharp, it hurts the palm of the hand slightly, but the trash can is ten steps away, Xia Yan put the ticket back into his pocket, "It's not an airline ticket, a movie ticket."

"Don't let Teacher Ji see it," Xiao Jiang turned the steering wheel and kindly reminded: "He is still angry, saying that you are not doing your job properly."

"Understood." Xia Yan smiled, holding the ticket in his hand, rubbing the corners of the ticket unconsciously until the corners rolled up, and then flattened them with his fingertips.

"What movie?" Xiao Jiang asked.

"Heartbeat."

"So you still like to watch this kind of innocent movies." Xiao Jiang raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at him, "I can't tell."

September coincides with the biennial Spring City Film Festival, during which nearly a hundred classic films will be re-screened.

Xia Yan prefers history and documentaries, and he hasn't set foot in romantic movies for many years. As for why he snatched up the ticket in his hand, the reason is unknown, most likely it was caused by being scolded by Ji Qilin for being dizzy.

There are only two hours left before the opening of the movie, but the theater is in Spring City, and others are in Haicheng, so a spot is wasted.

Xia Yan's head reached the car window, his eyes were like a camera that failed to focus, and his vision was covered by a series of car taillights, which was covered with a blurred red.

My heart was pounding, I remembered that there was a towering tree in the film, and the later plot... In the memory, Xiao Jiang slammed on the brakes, Xia Yan's head hit the glass hard, and there was a muffled sound, and the ethereal mood was shattered. It's all over the place.

Not long after Xiao Jiang got his driver's license, he has mastered emergency braking in just a few days.Xia Yan finally grew bones, straightened his body, couldn't help but clenched the handles tightly, and gave him some driving advice at the right time.

After sending the person to the destination, Xiao Jiang kicked the accelerator and disappeared.

Not far away, Ji Qilin was standing on the steps of the hotel, formally dressed, with a square Chinese character face without anger and prestige.

Xia Yan walked over, stood at the bottom of the steps, raised his head, and called uprightly: "Teacher Ji."

Ji Qilin glanced down, his brows raised slightly, but he pretended not to see it, and turned his eyes away again.

"Then I won't bother you." Xia Yan laughed secretly in his heart, nodded slightly, and turned around to leave.

"Come back!" Ji Qilin finally looked him up and down, his brows raised high, "What's the matter with your hair, it's rare for you to wear formal clothes and still be so unruly."

"It was dyed a few days ago." Xia Yan raised his hand to straighten his bangs, seeing that Ji Qilin had put away his bravado, he couldn't help but say, "I think it looks pretty good."

Ji Qilin looked at it a few more times, but he didn't refute. After a few words of laughter and cursing, he patted him on the shoulder earnestly, and clicked on the WeChat interface, "To make a long story short, let's take a look at the works of the artist we'll meet later."

Xia Yan leaned over, and there were a few brief opening remarks on the chat interface.

The artist said: "My surname is Lu."

Before Ji Qilin clicked on the work video, he saw the name at the top of the dialog box, two English letters: Yu.

The heart beat suddenly, but it wasn't violent, and quickly adjusted back to its normal rhythm. Xia Yan stared at the two letters and fell into a trance.

When he came back to his senses and wanted to take another look, the video had already finished playing. Ji Qilin took the phone away and kept praising him.

Xia Yan heard him ask, "How is it, is it your favorite type?"

"What?" He was taken aback.

"What, what?" Ji Qilin patted the back of his head with his palm, "How about his work?"

"Ah good."

Ji Qilin bowed his head to reply to the message, and forwarded the video to him for reference. Finally, he said earnestly, "Let's talk in a while, we have to count on him for this exhibition."

There is a lot of people coming and going in front of the hotel, the daylight is no longer there, and the night makes the streetscape and the flow of people into the same blackness. No matter how bright the industrial lights are, they can’t see everything clearly. Familiar people are thrown into the night, and it’s hard to see each other clearly.

Xia Yan nodded in response, feeling that the abnormal heartbeat was inexplicable, it was just two ordinary letters, how could it be associated with a person whom he hadn't seen for many years.

"Teacher, I'm hungry." He calmed down his breathing, rubbed his belly and told Ji Qilin, "I haven't eaten all day, can I go in and have something to eat first?"

For this meeting, Ji Qilin spent a lot of money, and chose a stylish private hotel in Haicheng. The private rooms are elegant and beautiful, like a miniature Suzhou garden.

In their line of work, they also have a good knowledge of banquets and entertaining. Most of the young artists who cooperate with them are in western restaurants and pubs. The older ones will choose this kind of big round table for family fun.

Thinking of this, Xia Yan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the table of exquisite dishes.

Even the watermelon has been skillfully carved, the flesh of the melon is so delicate and beautiful, and it is neatly placed on the celadon porcelain plate, and most of it will disappear just by looking at the heat.

He sat down in a partial position, picked up a tooth of watermelon, and when he bit down, the wind chime on the door of the box rang at the same time, crisp and eager.

As soon as the door was pushed open, the noisy voices from the corridor poured in, either sharp or blunt, urgent or slow, interspersed with a hoarse male voice, as if it was on a different track from other voices, especially easy to identify.

Animals usually have a supernatural sixth sense, which can predict the low-frequency magnetic field before the disaster.

At this moment, Xia Yan felt that he also possessed this ability.He straightened his back, retracted his raised legs under the table, and lowered his head to take a second bite of melon.

The fruit juice at the end of autumn is still abundant, rolling down his fingertips.

The door was closed, and clear footsteps had passed around the screen, and when he looked up again, Ji Qilin and a young man walked side by side.

That man was a head taller than Ji Qilin, wearing a matte black suit, unbuttoned, and a white shirt inside that seemed to be made of silk, falling loosely on his body, with protruding pectoral muscles faintly visible.

Surname Lu, an artist, came back from abroad.

Xia Yan's fingers pinching the watermelon trembled, it really was him.

The visitor got closer and closer, but he kept tilting his head to greet Ji Qilin, and Xia Yan's eyes fell on his face grandly.

After looking at it for a long time, I can't help but think of an exhibition called "Reunion" I participated in. At that time, I felt that those scenes of reunion after years were too dramatic. It turns out that life is far more dramatic than works of art.

The watermelon in his hand was still dripping, Xia Yan bent his neck and wanted to take a third bite, but Ji Qilin stopped him: "Little, Xiaoxia, come and say hello to Teacher Lu."

He smiled uncontrollably, clearly hearing that Ji Qilin wanted to call him a brat.Xia Yan put down the watermelon, grabbed the napkin and hurriedly rubbed it, and walked over in three or two steps.

After standing face to face, the face that was once measured by hand, which can be called the golden ratio, was suddenly magnified in front of my eyes. It was not deformed by the erosion of the years, but the lines and features were sharper, outlining a cold and stern temperament.

Classmates, old friends, they don't seem to count.I can't tell what the relationship is, so it's not easy to greet familiarly.

Xia Yan put on a faint smile and said calmly: "Mr. Lu, it's the first time we meet. I am the curator of this exhibition, Xia Yan."

After staring at each other silently for a few seconds, the young artist also smiled politely, "Hello, Lu Zhouyu."

After ten years of acquaintance, Xia Yan heard him introduce himself for the first time, his mind went blank, and he replied: "I have long admired your name."

"Really, thank you." Lu Zhouyu lowered his eyes and smiled, stretched out his left hand, four fingers together, thumb up, in a gesture for shaking hands.

Xia Yan froze in place, only felt that his arm was a dead object poured with wax, and he couldn't lift it up.Curl up your right thumb and rub the remaining watermelon juice in your palm.

Just as he was about to refuse, he looked up at Lu Zhouyu with a disregarded expression, as if he didn't understand his pause, "Teacher Xia?"

Ji Qilin on the side promptly urged with his voice: "Xiao Xia."

Xia Yan was heartbroken, and raised his hand to hold it directly. Even with a little effort, the wet watermelon juice quickly flowed over the attached skin.

The handshake is suitable for three seconds, which is very short. When we part, the palms of the hands are hot and sticky, like holding a handful of thick air before a heavy rain.