Attempted first love

The exhibition hall is an open standing layout. When the two walked in one after the other, the prelude film had already started playing, the light was dim and blurry, and there were many people in the hall.

After walking a few steps forward, Lu Zhouyu heard chaotic voices behind him, and Xia Yan's soft apology: "Sorry, sorry, I couldn't see the way clearly. Are you okay?"

Probably stepped on other people's feet, and the person who was stepped on said: "It's okay, it doesn't matter."

When he turned his head, Xia Yan just raised his face, his eyes were anxious and loose, as if he was extremely unaccustomed to the darkness, appearing helpless and hesitant.Lu Zhouyu knew that he was afraid of the dark environment, and there was still a distance from the best viewing area, so he pulled his cuff without thinking twice and said, "Go slowly."

Like a cat whose paws are suddenly stroked by a stranger, Xia Yan suddenly withdrew his hand, his eyelashes were plated with a layer of gold by the dim light, but they were not as soft as before, but instead had a kind of inseparable sharpness.

"Just stand here," he moved, walked to the wall on one side of the exhibition hall, and said in a low voice, "Going forward will block others."

"Okay." Lu Zhouyu also walked over.Although the position is a bit off, the two of them are tall enough to not be blocked from sight.

This is a curved wall. When facing the booth, half of Xia Yan's body is within Lu Zhouyu's line of sight.

The lead film is about the daily life of a mother and daughter. Fragmented materials are spliced ​​together. Most of the shots are in a ward. Sometimes the camera shakes, and sometimes there are large sections of the mother lying on the hospital bed, which seems to be still. .

Whenever he was still, Xia Yan would lean his head against the wall, and then make some small movements, rolling up his cuffs, turning his neck, and fiddled with his hair, looking quite absent-minded.

His hair seemed to be longer than when it was hung by the window buckle of the art gallery, almost reaching his shoulders, and a few strands slipped to the side of his face as he lowered his head, and he held it behind his ears with his fingers. Tilt a naughty arc.

It seemed that it was too soft and smooth, the hair fell off behind the ears again and again, blocking the view, Xia Yan wiped a thin rubber band from his wrist, and raised his arm to tie it up, a little impatiently, so the elbow Hit Lu Zhouyu's shoulder.

It didn't hurt, but there was a blunt sound of bones colliding, Xia Yan turned around quickly, but collided with Lu Zhouyu's arm that was going to support him, and fell backwards due to his unsteady center of gravity.

In the chaos, Lu Zhouyu felt that something had been brushed against his lips, and the soft and dry touch would leave as soon as he touched it.He clamped Xia Yan's waist and put him in a stable position.

"Thank you." Xia Yan said softly, and he stopped tying his hair, and tucked his sideburns behind his ears roughly, without any small movements during the whole process.

The pilot movie is still playing, and the scene is moved from the ward to the outside, where the daughter is pushing the young mother in a wheelchair, basking in the sun on the lawn.

The originally oppressive atmosphere in the hall was swept away, and even the light became warmer.

Perhaps because he had read it once, Lu Zhouyu found that he could not concentrate.

The plane ticket back to London has already been bought, and he originally planned to tell Xia Yan today, but since the meeting, he has never found the right time.

When Zhou Man passed away and Lu Zhouyu went to study and live in the UK alone, his grandparents and even Lu Wenyuan were very worried. They agreed that because of his mother's manipulation, he had a closed personality, could not make friends, and could not treat others sincerely.

Feeling angry, after entering the new environment, Lu Zhouyu quickly made friends with many new classmates. Instead of living in the expensive apartment that Zhou Man left him before his death, he chose to rent together with many foreign students.

The life of studying abroad is lacklustre, and the unfamiliar environment makes it easier for people to seek a sense of belonging.At that time, he spent almost all his spare time with his Chinese classmates, participating in club activities, learning how to cook Chinese food according to recipes, watching the Spring Festival Gala between exam weeks, and celebrating the New Year with tens of thousands of people crowded by the Thames River.

After Big Ben struck twelve, the sky was full of fireworks, and people from all over the world cheered Happy New Year in various languages. Under the beautiful sky, some hugged, some kissed, some held hands and danced in a circle, some Hold up the champagne and spray blessings.

Once, Lu Zhouyu and his friends were scattered by crowds. He was walking along the river by himself aimlessly, but he just wanted to stay away from the crowd, but was stopped by a white girl with long blond curly hair.

"Would you mind giving me a New Year's hug and kiss?" she asked in English, "You are the most handsome oriental boy I've seen today."

"Sorry." Lu Zhouyu shrugged and politely declined.

"It's okay, I thought you were alone." The fireworks and cheers were too loud, and the girl approached him and said, "If you have a girlfriend, you should kiss her at this time and celebrate the New Year instead of walking in the Thames alone. riverside."

"Please," she cried, "it's New Years, cheer up!"

In the end, Lu Zhouyu still gave her a New Year's hug, thanked her, and went back to the foreign student dormitory alone.

It was rare that there was no one in the dormitory, and it was very quiet. There was an illusion that Zhou Man and Zhou Man stayed in a family home when they were young.

After leaving Haicheng, Lu Zhouyu seldom recalled the people and things there. Only occasionally, he dreamed that he went to the airport to send Xia Yan home. In the dream, Xia Yan sent him to England. He didn't say anything, until the broadcast started urging Lu Zhouyu to board the plane, and he entered the security check without looking back, without saying goodbye.

One second of a movie requires 24 frames of pictures, and the time they spent together was so short and barren. In more than 20 years of human growth, they couldn't even make up one second of coherent pictures.

Lu Zhouyu didn't feel that there was such a strong relationship and bond between them, and he always deliberately avoided the youthful heartbeat.

But that night, like a ghost, he did the most dishonorable thing in his life - searched for Xia Yan's account on a domestic niche art A.

He had seen the account number by accident, but he still remembered it for a long time in the past, just like the cheap cigarettes that were still in the drawer, he would not specifically remember it, but in the dead of night, thinking of it would inevitably dry up his mouth.

Lu Zhouyu didn't log in to that software very often, and only checked it once in half a year. Sometimes Xia Yan posted frequently, with more than ten posts in half a year, and sometimes only one or two.

Can't tell what this kind of behavior is, peeping?care?Can't let go?It seems to be both, and it seems to be neither.

In the past few years, he has changed several classmates and roommates, and each of them got along friendly. When parting, everyone clinked glasses and hugged, agreed to meet again, and then turned around and went their separate ways, scattered to every corner of the world. Not long after, even the name Can not remember.

Probably because he didn't want to forget this person and that precious memory lightly, so he browsed his social platforms over and over again, trying to find some familiar shadows.

The Xia Yan in my memory is always full of energy, he speaks with a high tone of voice, a bit sloppy, but he treats people very sincerely, often makes some inexplicable bets with Lu Zhouyu, if he wins, he will be happy all day.

There are very few activities in his account, almost all official exhibition information, and the punctuation marks are used neatly, which is quite different from the 21-year-old him in his memory.

The boy who once raised his chin to make an appointment with him, ran to open the door for him from the end of the corridor, went up the mountain and down the river together, and fell asleep on his shoulder while watching a movie became more and more blurred.

By accident, the instructor forwarded the exhibition information in the group. Lu Zhouyu happened to have seen it in Xia Yan's post, and also learned from the instructor that the finale exhibit was found to be plagiarized, and a new artist was urgently needed to save the scene.

Lu Zhouyu didn't remember what he was thinking when he went to sign up, but he only remembered that the instructor didn't seem to agree.

"Although Ji is my friend," the tutor is Chinese, and his Mandarin seems rusty, "but this project is of little value to you, I hope you can think it through."

"Think clearly," Lu Zhouyu pointed to another Chinese name in the curator column, and said, "He is my friend, and I am willing to help with this."

"The pilot film is over." Xia Yan turned his head, and lightly tugged on Lu Zhouyu's cuff, "Let's go ahead."

Lu Zhouyu withdrew from the memory and said, "Okay."

All the lights in the hall were turned on, and Xia Yan walked in front. Lu Zhouyu noticed that his right ear was red, and his thin skin seemed to be on fire. He subconsciously wanted to touch it with his knuckles, but when he was about to touch him, he stopped down action.

It's not hard to see Xia Yan's resistance to him today, from outside the exhibition hall, after he said "it's even, there will be no more comparisons in the future".

That sentence was very soft, like talking to himself, but Lu Zhouyu still heard it, and he subconsciously avoided thinking about the meaning of the words.

When he was about to withdraw his hand, Xia Yan suddenly stopped, tilted his head back, and asked: "Stand here, we will start right away..."

Before he finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something touching his ear, and he took a step back. When he saw Lu Zhouyu's hand, he stood there stiffly and did not speak.

"Your ears are very red." Lu Zhouyu withdrew his hand and said.

"Is that so?" Xia Yan raised his hand and rubbed his ears, explaining, "It's too hot."

"Really," Lu Zhouyu imitated him, smiled unconsciously, and exposed him: "Why isn't the left side red at all?"

Hearing this, Xia Yan raised his other hand, stroked his left ear, and at the same time blinked slowly, with no expression on his face.

Neither of them spoke anymore. After the lead film, a live-action VR exhibition will be staged soon.

"It's started." Lu Zhouyu pointed behind him and decided to skip this topic.

But Xia Yan asked seriously: "Do you really want to know?"

When Lu Zhouyu asked him, he didn't want to get an answer, but felt that the current atmosphere was too stiff, and wanted to relax the atmosphere by talking about it in his ear, so he nodded without hesitation, "I think."

"Then get closer." Xia Yan said.

Lu Zhouyu turned his head and put his ear close to him, "Speak."

"Because," I don't know whether it was intentional or not, Xia Yan's voice was very soft, almost all breathy, like the wind coming from the clouds, without ups and downs, without love or hate.

"You just kissed my ear."

After finishing speaking, he drew back and stood a step away, slightly raised his chin, as if provocative.

At that moment, it seemed to be back to the time when the two were painting under the hawthorn tree. Because Xia Yan was dissatisfied with Lu Zhouyu's teaching method to him, he raised his chin and shouted: "Come and fight."

Lu Zhouyu misses his fresh appearance, like a newly born branch with dew, or the purest and brightest highlight on a watercolor painting.

If possible, he hoped that Xia Yan would never become cautious and careful with his words because of love, and finally wither and wither.

It has been seven years since his mother passed away. Lu Zhouyu felt that he was far from avoiding illness and denying all love in the world, but the only thing that was certain was that Zhou Man was imprisoned because of his painting and was confined to the family courtyard for life. Lu Wenyuan was unable to make up his mind to marry Zhou Man. Divorced, missing true love for many years, grandparents still need to work and worry because of his age.

He is a stagnant water, a swamp.

Unable to provide sufficient nutrients for fresh life.

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