Attempted first love

After returning home, Xia Yan thought of countless methods in an attempt to cover up the twisted and weird behavior that had already occurred.

For example, pretending to lose memory in a car accident, pretending to be seriously ill and asking for leave, pretending to have won a 500 million prize and resigning, and then telling Ji Qilin that the world is so big that I want to see it.

All in all, just don't see Lu Zhouyu again in a short time.

He tossed and turned because of these absurd thoughts, and walked barefoot to the fish tank in the entrance.

The round dragon eye is growing well, and it is leisurely shuttling among the aquatic plants, spitting out a string of crystal clear water bubbles.

The light in the aquarium made the fins almost transparent, with fine texture, Xia Yan bent down to take a closer look, and murmured: "Look carefully, you are not ugly."

Long Jing wagged his head and moved closer, touching his fingertips through the glass.

"Can you understand?" Xia Yan asked with a smile, rubbing the glass with his fingertips.

He also said: "I understand it but I can't remember it, and I forget it after a while."

After observing for a while, he bent his knuckles and tapped the glass, and asked with great interest, "Does Lu Zhouyu look like your kind? That Bristol goldfish is beautiful and arrogant, and it's only limited to the UK."

"Can't the Yangtze River support him?"

Longjing flicked his tail and swam to the deep coral bushes, no longer interacting with him.

"Without conscience," Xia Yan straightened up, feeling sleepy, ready to go to sleep, but before he left, he couldn't help turning his head and telling him: "If he is really of the same kind as you, let him forget everything about tonight. good."

This night, for the first time, he dreamed of the rainy night ten years ago, when he and Lu Zhouyu were trapped on the mountain.

They were painting on the mountain that day, when there was a heavy rain, they hid in an abandoned wooden house in the mountain to avoid the rain.

There was the rustling sound of rainwater visiting the earth in all directions, and the temperature dropped sharply. Fortunately, there was firewood in the house, and a decent fire was ignited by stumbling on the ground.

They huddled around the fire, and it was getting darker and darker, and the fire was getting weaker because of the damp wood.

The blackness around me was like thick ink, wet and blurred by the rain.

Xia Yan used the weak light of the mobile phone to illuminate the house, looking for other materials that could ignite the fire.But this place has been abandoned for too long, it is empty, and the roof even has holes, blowing the weak firelight even more trembling.

Xia Yan turned around helplessly, only to see that the cluster of fire grew stronger again, Lu Zhouyu turned his back to him, raised and lowered his arms, he was startled suddenly, and walked over quickly.

Lu Zhouyu kept moving his hands, and looked up at him: "Don't look for it, sit down." He continued to tear off a page from the drawing book and threw it into the fire.

The light of the fire was like a very hungry piranha, with its slender tongue rolled in, it swallowed the fruit of his day.

"You...why burn the painting?"

"Can't burn it?"

"It's such a good painting, it's a pity to burn it."

"What a shame."

Xia Yan has seen his paintings, landscapes, portraits, watercolors, sketches, a book full of them, each of which was used as a demonstration by the art teacher.

If you want to burn it, you should burn mine, he thought, but unfortunately his drawing book was lost on the road while hiding from the rain.

That night, they sat facing each other, and Lu Zhouyu burned the entire painting page by page with a blank expression, with eyes lowered through the sparks fed by the drawing paper.

They seemed to have talked a lot, Xia Yan couldn't remember clearly, but only remembered that the fire reflected his face like a statue made of snow, David, or Apollo.

This is a very contradictory statement, snow will only melt when it is near fire, but at that time Xia Yan really couldn't think of other metaphors.

On the second day, the exhibition plan was successfully finalized, the morale of the team was greatly boosted, and the exhibition arrangement began in full swing.

It stands to reason that as an artist, Lu Zhouyu does not have to personally participate in the rest of the process after providing ideas and design drafts, but he still arrives on time every day to build booths with everyone, adjust lighting, and make final preparations for the exhibition.

He is stepping on the extended wooden ladder, holding a hand-held electric welding machine to adjust the position of a giant foreign peony, and his movements are very fluent, comparable to a professional exhibition staff.

When descending from the wooden ladder, he jumped down from the third-to-last stairway, bringing a gust of wind.

Xia Yan happened to be distributing coke, so he threw him a bottle.

Lu Zhouyu pinned the hand-held electric welding machine in the tool bag around his waist, took the Coke and said, "Thank you."

Perhaps because of the need for physical work, he no longer wore those flowing loose shirts, but replaced them with a black T-shirt and overalls, with the hems of the trousers tucked into Martin boots, making him look more upright.

Xia Yan glanced at his T-shirt, recalled the messy shirt he had clutched that night, curled his fingers and said, "You're welcome."

He looked up at the wooden ladder and said, "You should wear protective measures when working at heights."

Lu Zhouyu opened the tab of the can and nodded to him: "Next time."

Perhaps a fish god heard Xia Yan's prayer, and Lu Zhouyu completely forgot, or didn't care about what happened that night at all.

His tone sounded ordinary, and his demeanor was relaxed after drinking iced cola. After drinking it in two or three sips, he squeezed hard, and the soda can was crushed in his hand like a piece of brittle oil paper.

"The radio equipment on the other side of the window has also been installed," Xia Yan said, "You can confirm the location later."

"No, you just have to read it."

Xia Yan originally thought that he had been staying to set up the exhibition out of rigor and needed to confirm every detail, but that was not the case after a few days.Lu Zhouyu trusted their work results very much. Except for some necessary changes, he was not critical at all, and he was very hands-on.

Xia Yan couldn't help but ask, "You arrange every exhibition yourself?"

"No."

"Then why..." Xia Yan paused, then changed his words: "You can go back and rest, and come back to check after the cloth is finished."

"Because this is the first and last show held in China." Lu Zhouyu raised his eyebrows, "Come to set up the exhibition as a souvenir."

With a throw of his hand, the Coke can fell into the trash can, and he turned around to adjust other devices. When he passed the tool box, he took a helmet and buckled it on his head.

Looking at his crisp footsteps, Xia Yan guessed that maybe Lu Zhouyu didn't forget, but didn't care at all.

Not only did he not care about that kiss, but also earlier, all the clips they had been together.Just like he doesn't care about his paintings at all, what's the pity to burn them after they are finished?After the kiss, it is the same as drinking tea or kissing hands and cheeks abroad, the weight is light, what should I care about?

He obviously hoped that the upside-down incident that night would be forgotten or hidden, but when it really happened as he wished, Xia Yan felt inexplicably congested again.

It felt like hiding under the eaves of a fruit shop on a rainy day. The thin metal plate on the signboard of the store was blown up by the wind, and it was crumbling, making irregular, screeching sounds, but nothing could be done—neither Let the wind stop, and dare not go into the rain. Seeing that you are coming in, the fruit shop hastily hangs up the closing sign.

So I can only stand alone under the eaves, and I can't complain—because I haven't been wet, and the metal plate hasn't been smashed down, the fruit shop has the right to turn you away.

At the end of September, the exhibition work was coming to an end, and the rain in Haicheng took away the last trace of summer, and autumn was long overdue.

Before the opening, the official media platform of Mirage Art Museum will intervene to introduce and warm up each artist and their exhibits, and then the major art media will promote them.

Several rounds of media announcements have been made in the early stage. Due to the suspicion of plagiarism and removal of the previous finale exhibits, there was a lot of noise. Therefore, Lu Zhouyu's works and himself have not been publicized yet, and they have already received high expectations from all walks of life.

The publicity team had worked together before and had strong professional capabilities. After the equipment was arranged, Lu Zhouyu sat on a high stool in the center of the venue.

He was still wearing the light clothes, his hairstyle had been slightly arranged, one leg was bent, the other was stretched forward casually, and the legs wrapped in overalls looked particularly long.

Xia Yan glanced at it, then lowered his head to look at the interview script. They were all routine questions. It didn't matter if he wasn't there. He put the script down, and when he was about to go out, the host raised his hand to signal the camera to start.

The cameras in the three positions were operating at the same time, Xia Yan couldn't walk around casually, so he had to stand where he was, and after he introduced himself, he also introduced the meaning of this exhibit.

Various giant flowers are set up in the pavilion, hanging upside down from the roof, and a bird feeding area is placed in it. After unfolding, the windows in the pavilion will be opened to attract seabirds to come and play.In regular buildings, large irregular plants and animals are added to show the collision of reality and fantasy.

At that time, the sound of seabirds and waves will be used as background music, together with giant flower visual installations, to jointly create a cross-sensory experience.

Listening to his narration, Xia Yan remembered the scene in his dream like a cow chewing his cud.In the firelight, his face like a snow sculpture gradually overlapped with the face wrapped in warm yellow light in front of him.

In the humming sound of the machine, the soul seems to have entered another world - the narrow streets are smoky, shoulder-to-shoulder, and there is a tavern in the depths of the alley that only regular customers are allowed to enter.

Xia Yan pushed the door open and went in, vaguely, saw a person in front of the bar with his back turned to him.

All of a sudden, the moving figures disappeared, leaving only the person in front of the bar—wearing a white T-shirt, the underdeveloped spine was faintly exposed under the fabric, and the hair was not bleached to the current light golden color, nor did it grow long enough Tied up, not even a good drinker, holding a bottle of iced Coke in his hand.

As he approached step by step, his heartbeat suddenly became very fast. When he walked behind the man, he patted him on the shoulder.

The person in the white T-shirt turned his head—it was himself from many years ago.

People always can't bear to look at their own heart carefully, cover and cover and hide, now there is no cover at all, the soul is merged into one at this moment, and those complicated emotions that have been hidden are revealed to the world.

Ten years ago, he was curious about Lu Zhouyu, envious, and adored, and these emotions brewed some unreal liking. He moved around with that mixed feeling, and ten years later, he was forced to wake up again. come over.

Or maybe it wasn't awakening, it was being brewed again.

Xia Yan sighed, and quickly exited while the cameraman was switching positions.

The last time before closing the door, Lu Zhouyu was still sitting on the high stool, looking somewhere, as if thinking about the question asked by the host, the warm yellow light shone on his expressionless face.

How could he be a sculpture made of snow, Xia Yan thought, the snow will melt one day, he is obviously made of the moon, far away and hard.

The warm light reflected on his face was like the evenings and sunsets they spent together. It couldn't melt the snow, and couldn't penetrate the moon. It had to be petrified under the action of time, forming a small irregular piece of amber. Wrapped in scraps of memories, good or bad.

Because it was not beautiful enough, worthless, and had nowhere to put it, the amber was finally ground into a handful of yellow sand, and when the wind blew up, it sighed eloquently on the ground.