Attempted first love

The wind and rain tonight are particularly majestic, and every grain of air is moist, as if a handful of water can be grasped casually.

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree at the entrance of the corridor is in full bloom, and I am afraid that the flowers will be gone overnight.Xia Yan couldn't help feeling a little pity, he should have stopped and smelled more when he went upstairs today.

The drowsiness dissipated, Xia Yan sat by the bed and thought for a while, and finally decided to use movies to pass the time.

Opening a movie list at random, he randomly generated a number in his mind, seventeen, and then scrolled to the No. 17 recommendation, which was a popcorn movie that had just been released.

During the fast-paced opening credits, he is distracted by reflecting on his career.At yesterday's dinner, I still thought that I still have a love for the art career, and I can fight for it all my life.

At this moment, I am seriously considering whether to stop for a while.

Because this profession has turned Xia Yan from a careless young man into a forced and delicate artist.

At No. 13 minutes at the beginning of the film, he still couldn't escape from the memories.

For a moment, he felt that the fibrous roots of those memories that were hidden and thought to be worthless turned into sensitive nerve endings, and with a slight tremor, the central nervous system of the whole body was awakened.

No. At 18 minutes, he turned off the incomprehensible movie and was forced to remember the whole story of that kiss.

If we treat that kiss as an accident, it happened ten years ago, on the penultimate day after the art training.

The reason for the accident was Lu Zhouyu's misjudgment of the weather.

At the end of August, at the end of the intensive training course, only landscape sketching remained.

Unfortunately, due to the continuous rain for a week, everyone had to be trapped in the studio building and was forbidden to go out.

On the penultimate day, the rain finally stopped, and the weather was gloomy, but everyone couldn't help but ran into the mountains with their drawing boards on their backs.

At that time, nearly a month had passed since the intensive training course, Xia Yan and Lu Zhouyu had advanced to a relationship where they could share a pair of earphones, and Lu Zhouyu would usually skip classes and take him along friendly.

Therefore, when Lu Zhouyu was about to go to the top of the deserted mountain regardless of the teacher's advice, Xia Yan followed him in time.

"Old Wang said that it will rain tonight, so I can only paint nearby. It's too dangerous to go up the mountain." Xia Yan said.

"It won't rain anymore, there's no smell of rain anymore." Lu Zhouyu said.

Xia Yan didn't know what the smell of rain was, but Lu Zhouyu did possess this skill. He had successfully predicted dozens of rains in the mountains.

His words convinced Xia Yan to follow him up the mountain.

The view from the top of the mountain is not good.

The mountains in the Central Plains are not as majestic and precipitous as the northern mountains, nor are they as lush and beautiful as the southern mountains.

Instead, it is flat and continuous, and the vegetation can't cover the exposed soil and stones, so it looks gray.

But the angle of view is good. It is facing a hawthorn grove in the back mountain. At a glance, it is full of hawthorn trees, and the red fruits are a little bit embellished, which looks a little bit alive.

Lu Zhouyu's only failed weather forecast happened that afternoon.

While I was painting, there was a sudden downpour of rain.

In order to avoid the rain, they sneaked into an abandoned house on the top of the mountain, and spent the night cuddling with each other.

That was the longest night Xia Yan felt in his life.

The heavy rain continued until the next afternoon, and the two walked back to the studio halfway up the mountain with help.

After returning to the dormitory, Xia Yan developed a low-grade fever. He insisted on not ending the training camp ahead of time. He only took some antipyretic medicine, and lay sleepily on the bed waiting for the fever to subside.

Because of his weakness, he was allowed by Lu Zhouyu to temporarily lie on the lower bunk to rest.

Lu Zhouyu was called to the office for training because he violated the teacher's rules.

This is not the first time Xia Yan slept in his bed.

In fact, he stayed in Lu Zhouyu's bed every night for the past two weeks.

Because Lu Zhouyu had an m4 full of movies, after they got acquainted with each other, Lu Zhouyu was willing to give him an earphone. Before going to bed, they huddled together on a bed less than one meter wide and watched movies together.

It's a pity that Xia Yan wasn't an artistically rich person at that time, and he couldn't appreciate those long and beautiful literary films that Lu Zhouyu liked, so he often fell asleep halfway through watching them, and then was kicked out of bed.

The few films that persisted until the end also ended in tragedy.

In the evening, Lu Zhouyu still hadn't come back, Xia Yan couldn't bear it and fell asleep for a while, and after an unknown amount of time, he heard the faint sound of running water.

He opened his eyes and found that it was already dark outside the window. When he got up, he just saw Lu Zhouyu push the door out of the toilet, with his upper body naked and drops of water hanging on his forehead.

As if he didn't expect him to wake up, Lu Zhouyu paused his hand holding the towel, and greeted him with concern: "Is it still burning?"

As he spoke, he walked to the closet, bowed his waist and rummaged through it.

Xia Yan was still in a half-dream and half-awake state, following his movements dully, until he saw his glistening, exposed quadratus muscles, his eyelids trembled, and he woke up completely.

"It's not burning anymore." He raised his hand and touched his forehead.

While distracted, Lu Zhouyu had already put on his T-shirt, went to the window and pushed it open, and the old window shaft let out a long sound.

As if he couldn't stand the sound, he only pushed halfway, stretched out his arms, grabbed a bunch of hawthorns from the tree outside the window, washed them, and ate them one by one.

Xia Yan felt a little confused, so he asked him to put one in his mouth to refresh himself.

The two were silent for a while, then Lu Zhouyu went to the table to put away the scattered painting utensils, and suddenly asked, "Did you eat?"

"Is there any food left?" Xia Yan glanced at the time.

"The cafeteria is gone." He bent down and took out two buckets of instant noodles from the locker under the table, "Do you want this?"

"eat."

Lu Zhouyu took two buckets of instant noodles to fetch hot water, put them on the table, and said to him, "I'll go out for a while."

When the noodles soaked for 5 minutes, Lu Zhouyu just opened the door and came in. Perhaps because it was too hot outside, he rolled up the sleeves of his T-shirt to his shoulders, revealing two complete arms that were undulating.

Holding two glass soda bottles with straws in one hand.

"The noodles are ready," Xia Yan said, "Which flavor do you eat?"

"It's all right."

Xia Yan pushed the braised beef noodles to him, and then the back of his hand was frozen by the glass bottle.

Looking at the bright red liquid that Lu Zhouyu handed over, without any trademark or words on the glass bottle, he asked, "What is this?"

"Hawthorn soda is a specialty here." Lu Zhouyu said, "It's delicious, try it."

Xia Yan held the mouth of the bottle and hesitated for a moment. He didn't like eating hawthorn very much. After eating that one, the sour taste in his mouth lingered for a long time, and when he thought about it, he felt refreshed all over his body.

But Lu Zhouyu specially bought two bottles back, although he bowed his head and ate the noodles after handing them over.

Looking up through the hot air, he was biting the straw and sipping, the Adam's apple and the skin around his neck were tense.

Xia Yan withdrew his gaze, pinched the straw and sucked lightly.

The liquid dripped into the mouth, sweet and sour, although not as refreshing as drinking iced cola that makes the scalp tingle instantly, but it is very refreshing.

So he took another sip before lowering his head to eat the noodles.

After a silent and sloppy dinner, Xia Yan felt that he should stand up and tidy up, but his body was heavy, and he leaned on the back of the chair and didn't want to move.

"I'll clean it up later, okay?"

"Ah."

Lu Zhouyu also leaned against the back of the chair, suddenly stretched one leg, and took out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his shorts.It should have been bought by the way when I went to buy soda.

"I have a cigarette, do you mind?"

Xia Yan shook his head: "I don't mind."

Lu Zhouyu tore off the plastic film on the outside of the cigarette box, got up and took out a small box of matches from the drawer.

With a sound of "stab", a cluster of flames ignited on the small wooden stick.

He bit the filter tip and approached, the tobacco shreds flickered one by one, and a wisp of smoke emerged from it.

The match was still burning, Lu Zhouyu slid the cigarette box over from the table and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"

Xia Yan said no, he threw the match into the noodle soup to extinguish it, then sat back on the chair, hesitating slowly.

Xia Yan stretched his arms, took the cigarette case on the table and looked back and forth, he didn't smoke often, but one of his roommates in the high school dormitory was an old smoker, and I heard him talk about various cigarette brands.

This "Red Flag Canal" is very strange.

"The smoke here is locally produced," Lu Zhouyu said with a glance at him, "the mountain used to be dry and lacked water, and later a project was built on the mountainside to lead the Zhangzhou into the forest.

Hongqi Canal is the name of this irrigation canal. "

"It sounds good."

Lu Zhouyu exhaled a puff of smoke, his face suddenly became hazy, and he nodded: "Yes."

Xia Yan thought for a while: "Then I'd better give it a try, I won't have a chance when I leave."

When Xue Lu Zhouyu bit the cigarette holder and approached the match, Xia Yan felt that his eyelashes were going to be scalded, but he didn't dodge until the cigarette was lit.

After taking a sip, it seems to be no different from ordinary cigarettes. It is very bitter and ethereal, and I can't bite or hold it.

Xia Yan didn't understand why many people like to smoke. The old smoker who slept with him once made a statement for his question, "You are a young man who doesn't know how to feel sad."

So can they taste sorrow from the smoke, or is the smoke too bitter to overwhelm the sorrow?

The more he thought about it, the smoke became smoother and deeper, lingering in the mouth, passing through the throat, reaching the lungs, wrapping all the organs.

Finally, he coughed loudly.

Lu Zhouyu snatched half a cigarette butt from his hand, and threw it into the noodle soup together with his own.

"What's so strong about not being able to pull off?"

"I can."

"Will it still choke like this?"

"It's not choking, it's too bitter..."

Lu Zhouyu didn't speak, but paused, took out another bag from his pocket, and threw it on the table.

"There's no change in the supermarket, so I've sent you a bag of this, let me give it to you."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xia Yan's reaction, he picked up the instant noodle bucket on the table and went out.

Xia Yan coughed and his eyes were full of tears. He looked blankly at the center of the table. There was a bright square packaging bag, which looked familiar. He blinked, and his vision became clearer. It was a bag of orange-flavored QQ candies.

That night, Lu Zhouyu was preparing to watch a movie before going to bed as usual, so he casually asked Xia Yan to choose a number.

"Thirty? Today's No. 30." Thinking that the training camp will end the next day, Xia Yan suddenly felt a little reluctant.

"Yeah." Lu Zhouyu clicked on the No.30 movie.

Xia Yan went over to look at it, and it was the famous "Titanic" that he had heard of.

He tacitly agreed that tonight he would watch a movie with Lu Zhouyu as a matter of course, and after thinking for a while, he asked, "Can I watch a movie with a happy ending?"

Perhaps because of illness, this small proposal was adopted.

Lu Zhouyu quit "Titanic", slid his finger up, and picked No.17, "Pounding Heart".

Xia Yan raised his hand to take his pillow off the upper bunk, and pressed one knee on the bed first, and the iron frame bed let out a lingering sound in an instant.

He immediately retracted his legs and asked: "Can this bed bear two people, won't it collapse?"

Lu Zhouyu said: "It's okay for you to sleep on it every day. If it collapses, it will collapse sooner."

"Maybe it collapsed on the last day?"

Lu Zhouyu ignored his nonsense and directly handed over an earphone.

With the film's prelude together, Xia Yan can tell that this is a movie with a happy ending. He pulls himself together and makes up his mind that he must not fall asleep this time.

Slowly, he felt that his worries were unnecessary, because this youthful love story was surprisingly easy.

He even began to wonder how this movie got mixed into Lu Zhouyu's m4.

It's just that halfway through the film, the sound of the dormitory's air conditioner stopped abruptly, and the incandescent lamps that were not very bright also went out with a "buzz".

The surroundings were plunged into darkness, only the palm-sized screen was still on.

Because of childhood shadows, Xia Yan was afraid of the dark, so he put a small desk lamp on the upper bunk, and would secretly turn it on when he slept at night.

He began to be distracted by the screen, reluctant to tell the story out of his youthful self-esteem, and at the same time anxious because he couldn't concentrate on watching the movie.

Suddenly, Lu Zhouyu pressed the pause button.

"It's too hot," he said. "Would you like to go outside?"

"Ah?" Xia Yan couldn't understand his intention.

Lu Zhouyu got up straight away, stepped over him and got out of bed, went to the window and opened the curtains, and the moonlight suddenly flooded the floor.

Xia Yan hurriedly got out of bed and followed, only to see that he had already opened the window.

The window of their dormitory is facing a dense hawthorn tree.

It was not difficult to climb the window. Soon, the two passed the window and sat nimbly on the thickest branch. The evening wind blows away the heat.

Xia Yan shook his legs, watched the movie for a while, then looked up at the moon.

For some unknown reason, he finally turned his head to look at Lu Zhouyu and asked, "Tell me, what does it feel like to be in love?"

Lu Zhouyu stared at the screen intently, as if he didn't hear his words.

So he moved a little further in Lu Zhouyu's direction, and the tree branch made a "creak" sound, and the whole tree began to tremble.Fortunately, the hawthorn tree is not high, so it is easy to jump off.

After jumping down, they lay side by side under the tree, crushing many hawthorns that had been shaken off just now, and their breath was full of the strong smell of hawthorn.

The film is coming to an end, Xia Yan is immersed in it again, looking forward to the ending of the story intently.

Lu Zhouyu was lying on his left, holding m4 with his right hand all the time, suddenly, he lowered his arm, and the round and big moon was directly exposed.

Xia Yan's eyes were dazzled by the light, and he was in a daze for a moment. How did the moon become the sun?

He closed his eyes, and felt the unrestrained and gentle wind in the Central Plains, engulfed in heat waves, and raised the hair on his forehead.

With each breath, the wind turned into a fluid, mixed with the smell of hawthorn, like drinking a mouthful of hawthorn-flavored soda, sour and sweet.

Xia Yan still had an earphone plugged into one ear, playing the movie theme song slowly: "Sayyouwillalways, Letitbeme..."

The other ear was filled with the wind, and what was brought by the wind, Lu Zhouyu's words.

He said: "Love is very troublesome, but kissing is very simple, do you want to try?"

Xia Yan felt that the hawthorn soda was turned into wine by the moonlight.

He drank it, became dizzy, without even hesitation, turned over and kissed it, and the m4 fell to the ground.

Afterwards, Xia Yan thought about it again and again, and for the moment attributed the decisive behavior that he hadn't thought about at the time to being competitive.

Adolescent boys love to compare each other, and they can't stand any provocations such as "are you okay", "try it", "bet or not".

Therefore, the pleasure of "getting the upper hand" completely overshadowed the feeling of kissing itself.

It wasn't until the years when he was in college that he happened to stand in front of Klimt's "The Kiss" in an art gallery in Vienna, and he remembered the feeling of that unexpected kiss with a lag.

The sky is black, the moon is white, the trunk is brown, and the hawthorn is red.

When he turned over and kissed, all the colors turned into dazzling gold, and flowed into a river.

To this day, it is still difficult for Xia Yan to describe that feeling.

After reminiscing, he opened the video software and searched for the ending credits of "Pounding Heartbeat".After reading it, I let out a sigh of relief slowly, my whole body relaxed a lot, and my sleepiness gradually gathered.

As expected ten years ago, the film had a happy ending. In the end, they planted a phoenix tree that symbolizes love together.

The artistic cells that have been inculcated for many years began to make trouble at this time.

Xia Yan couldn't help thinking that if the story between him and Lu Zhouyu had to have a happy ending, it probably couldn't escape the vulgar ending of the two planting a hawthorn tree together.

Immediately, he retched violently because of his own thoughts.At the same time, he felt horrified that he needed to resign immediately in order to maintain his sanity.