Manhattanhenge

When kissed by Ning Yixiao, Su Hui thought of what he said about life in New York, as well as the borderless sexual and sexual relationships and chaotic social networks in the art circle.

Inexplicably, he thought of a sculptor who believed in Dadaism that he had met at the exhibition—a white male who was dating two people at the same time, one of whom was even of the same sex, and the three of them still maintained a good social relationship.

Su Hui was puzzled at first, and wanted to explore, not out of conservative ideas, but curious about how they maintained the relationship between the three, because for Su Hui, love is extremely exclusive.

They say it's a typical western ideology, you can't get stuck in any form.

Su Hui doesn't think so, he can use everything he has encountered as an experiment, except love.

Because Ning Yixiao appeared and became the [only], in the following years Su Hui seemed to be lost in loss, constantly building a strong fortress for himself, rejecting anyone's intrusion, and throwing away all Ning Yixiao. The memories left behind are all hidden inside, living like a sober and lonely Puritan, incompatible with the chaotic land.

But the moment Ning Yixiao reappeared, these iron walls collapsed in an instant, as if he had found his belonging and surrendered automatically.

When the purity of their relationship is broken, the form collapses, and Su Hui feels bewildered, but unable to refuse.

He thought he would only be confused by this one person in his life.

Ning Yixiao pressed Su Hui's waist with his hand. His palm was warm and dry, but it brought him wet desire.

The kiss was long and intermittent, as if it was not easy for them who were sober to maintain a kiss, and they needed a lot of rest to prolong it. his cheeks.

It was so close, Su Hui could see the mark on the bridge of his nose that was pressed by the glasses, so he kissed him, and suddenly felt satisfied in his heart, a little greedy for this moment.

Because that's pretty close to [having], but not so close to losing.

Ning Yixiao stood up and carried him to the desk.Su Hui was terrified by this movement, subconsciously stopped her, "Your legs..."

"It's okay." Ning Yixiao stood by the table, leaned over to kiss his cheek and lips, and pressed against his forehead, "You are very light."

Su Hui didn't believe it, "No matter how light it is, it will still hurt."

"It doesn't hurt, I don't feel it when I kiss you."

He seemed determined to coax the end.

Su Hui didn't want to expose it either, he was even afraid that Ning Yixiao would say more at this moment, if he really touched the words of the past or love, he might really run away immediately.

The past was unbearable to look back on, but he was burdened with the shackles of guilt and illness, and he couldn't move forward frankly and start over.

Su Hui hates the feeling of hurting Ning Yixiao, it hurts more than hurting herself.

Ning Yixiao has become different from the past. Now he is keen to leave marks on Su Hui's body, especially the neck that can be seen at a glance.

But Su Hui is also afraid of being undressed, afraid of facing the tattoos and wounds that symbolize the past.

So when Ning Yixiao's hand was about to do this, Su Hui grabbed it, pulled it to his lips, looked into his eyes and kissed his finger.

"Can you help me wear the tongue stud?"

He was like a wicked kitten, who was brought home with good intentions, but made a mess of his master's tidy study.

"I can't put it on." Ning Yixiao said in a commanding tone, "stick out your tongue a bit more."

Su Hui followed his arrangement and got Ning Yixiao's hands and himself wet. When his fingers came in, Su Hui thought of the past, his wisdom teeth suddenly hurt, and his eyes immediately became moist.

It was snowing heavily outside the window, and after many, many gentle or rough kisses, Su Hui was held in Ning Yixiao's arms.

They tacitly agreed not to go to the last step, but they didn't stop the flow of desire, which was more like comfort than asking for each other's body.

Su Hui couldn't help but think of a book she had read, which said that sexual desire is essentially a desire for intimacy.

Then he thought of the closed gray time. They had to abide by the rules every day and read various chapters of the Bible. Among them, the book of Galatians equated lust with "fornication, filth, and debauchery."

Ning Yixiao pressed against him, panting slightly, even though he was full of lust, he was still so handsome.

Su Hui is a person without faith. No matter how hard he suffers, he firmly believes that there are no gods in the world, so he always rebelliously refuses to read, so he will always be punished by confinement.

Locked in a small black room, separated by a wall, he could hear everyone's reciting and praying. When everyone put their hopes on all kinds of false gods, Su Hui would miss Ning Yixiao, and miss him standing alone in the gray The sea, saying everything is meaningless.

After the end, they hugged each other quietly on the sofa in the study room on the second floor, and Ning fell asleep all night, very deeply.

Su Hui finally had the opportunity to observe him unscrupulously, feeling the changes in Ning Yixiao in the past few years, not much can be seen with the naked eye, as if he was no different from the person who was with him in the rental house back then.

But Ning Yixiao's hidden heart was like the injury he had suffered alone, and he didn't show it to Su Hui.

Su Hui didn't want to force him, after all, he also had a lot of unspeakable pasts, and speaking out seemed to be begging for Ning Yixiao's mercy, so as to regain his favor, which seemed shameless.

Just cover up each other like this, pretending to be in peace, it seems safer.

He came out of Ning Yixiao's arms, covered him with a blanket, and gently pressed his palm on his injured knee.

How did you get hurt?

It must be very painful.

Su Hui glanced at him who was sleeping soundly, lowered her head, and kissed him quietly on his left knee.

It was difficult to control the excitement brought about by the manic period. Su Hui went downstairs alone and returned to the room to take medicine. After cleaning everything up, I cleaned out my closet again, and finished the unfinished books.

But he couldn't suppress his morbid desire to suddenly wander the streets, so he went out with the ice cream and walked from the park downstairs to the subway entrance, where he met a homeless man wearing a worn-out leather jacket. Jacket, sitting on a piece of felt.

The other party said that he could read palms, but Su Hui didn't believe it, after all, he was not a gypsy girl.

But the homeless man said his mother was, "If you think I'm wrong, you don't have to pay me anything."

Su Hui found it interesting again, so she stretched out her hand to show him.

The homeless man's eyes were very bright. He looked at the soft and gentle person in front of him, and said honestly: "Your life is crazy. You long for freedom, but when you get freedom, you lose everything."

"It's really accurate." Su Hui was amused by him.

The homeless man took one last look mysteriously, closed his eyes, and leaned against the pillar, "You will always get what you want, as long as you don't get lost."

Hearing these words, Su Hui's childish smile gradually faded.

A red-haired aunt who was watching laughed, "Don't be fooled by him, this is a common language in their profession!"

Su Hui felt that she might really want to be cheated by him a little bit, so she paid the reward.

"Thank you."

Passing by the ice cream shop, he suddenly missed Ning Yixiao very much, so he bought another ice cream and went home.

After two hours of meaningless wandering outside, the overly wandering thoughts finally got better. When I got home, there was still no one in the living room. Su Hui thought that Ning Yixiao was probably still resting, so she planned to devote herself to work, but suddenly found that the mailbox A new email appears in Sent, which I haven't sent before.

The content of the email is a mess of meaningless letters, addressed to [Sean], and sent two hours ago.

As soon as Su Hui looked up and saw the guilty ice cream, she stood aside and looked at him wagging her tail, and immediately understood.

He lowered his voice, "Xue Gao, did you climb up and step on the keyboard?"

The ice cream suddenly let out a loud "Wow".

"Hush—" Su Hui was afraid that he would wake Ning Yixiao up, so she knelt down and pressed her finger on his nose, "Don't scream."

Ice Cream shook her tail obediently, and rubbed her head against Su Hui's hand.

Su Hui sighed, and sat down at the table to write an email to explain. Although it had been so long, he had just typed two words when he suddenly received a reply from Sean.

[Sean: Is this the mystery of some puzzle game? ]

Su Hui laughed and replied him.

[Eddy: No (is it unromantic to answer this way?), actually because I turned on the computer, my friend’s dog (named Xuebing) knocked out a lot of letters with his paws, and sent them to you, Sorry... I will remember to turn off the computer next time! ]

[Sean: So cute, I like puppies too. ]

Ice Cream was much more excited than usual, wagging her tail and whimpering softly.

Su Hui even thought about whether he should give Sean a photo of the ice cream as a gift, but after thinking about it, he decided not to. After all, he was not his master, so he was not suitable to make decisions on his own.

In the midst of hesitation, Ice Cream's front paws climbed onto the table again, pushed him away, tapped the keyboard of the notebook, scored twice by accident, and replied to Sean with a few lines of strange characters.

"What are you doing?" Su Hui held his front paw helplessly, eager to bite him and teach him a lesson.

"Why are you so excited? Did you eat indiscriminately?" He was really curious, and patted Ice Cream on the head with a punitive attitude. "Don't move around, you don't really want to chat with humans, do you?"

Do you want to apologize again?

Su Hui was a little confused, but Sean's email came faster than him.

[Sean: Ice Cream, good evening. ]

Seeing this reply, Su Hui's heart was moved, and she didn't know how to describe it.

The ice cream brought over a small toy and handed it to Su Hui. Su Hui threw it casually and was soon picked up by the ice cream. He seemed to dislike Su Hui for not throwing it far enough, so he yelled twice.

Su Hui had no choice but to stand up, hold the love plush doll to accumulate energy, and throw it far away, but unexpectedly, it just landed on Ning Yixiao who was going downstairs.

Ning Yixiao caught it, and looked at Su Hui across the living room.

"For me?" With a blank face, he raised the heart in his hand and asked intentionally.

"Of course it's for the ice cream." Su Hui glanced away, "You still have to compete with the puppy for toys."

Ning Yixiao took the small toy, threw it up and caught it, walked up to Su Hui, and said a childish sentence, "Everything in this house is mine."

Su Hui had nothing to refute, she just left with her notebook in her arms.

"where to?"

"I want to work." Su Hui slipped into the room.

"Would you like a burger tonight?"

Ning Yixiao stared at the door, sure enough, a small head appeared on the door frame after a while.

Su Hui's expression was a little shy as a child, "Yes, I also want to eat thick French fries dipped in ice cream."

Ning Yixiao had a hallucination at a certain moment, even if Su Hui didn't really love him, even if it was because of the appearance of love brought about by mania, as long as he was by her side like this, Ning Yixiao would never lose sight of him. I think it's enough.

The vacation was very short, and he had to fly back to California in the next few days, busy with meetings, work, and meeting all kinds of people. In the past, Ning Yixiao was used to such busy work, but now that Su Hui is here, he A part of my busy schedule will be set aside to miss him.

They don't call very often, and rely on chat software most of the time. Su Hui is still the same as before, sending him pictures of taking medicine every day, but now he cares more, and occasionally tells him about changes in the weather in San Francisco, reminding him not to Get ill.

Su Hui knows more about the weather in San Francisco than he himself, making Ning Yixiao misunderstand whether he added his own city to his weather software.

This is a very heartwarming behavior, Ning Yixiao intends to focus on his own imagination, not to seek proof, so as not to be disappointed if there is a discrepancy with the imagination.

In these short chats, he knew that Su Hui was also busy, not only teaching students, but also making and arranging the installation art made for Bella on site, waiting for Chloe's photography exhibition next month.

[Su Hui: I’m going to take them to the game this weekend. I’m in Los Angeles. I’ll be there on Friday. I guess I’ll go back to New York on Sunday night at the earliest. they come back? ]

In Southern California all weekend?

Ning Yixiao glanced at the schedule Karl sent him, and found that it was a coincidence that he had arranged roadshows and interviews this weekend, and his schedule was full.

[Ning Yixiao: It's okay, I'll send someone to take care of him. ]

[Ning Yixiao: They should have arranged a hotel for you?Just to be on the safe side, send me the address. ]

Su Hui was unprepared, and sent it quickly.

Ning Yixiao searched for the location of the hotel, sent it to Carl, dialed him on the intercom, and called him in.

It's the weekend in a flash.

Su Hui followed Professor White and traveled to California with the six participating students, picked up the materials for the work that had been shipped in advance, and assembled them in advance.

Under the arrangement of the staff of the exhibition hall, Su Hui entered the art gallery and personally arranged the light arrangement and on-site maintenance to ensure that their works were safe and restored as much as possible.

The competition consisted of two days. On the first day, all the contestants showed their prepared works, and on the second day, they tested their improvisation. Su Hui stood in the venue, together with Professor White, sweating for all the students.

Fortunately, Ryan performed exceptionally, completely combining the keywords given in the competition with his birth background, and showing an excellent sense of color, which won unanimous praise from the judges present.

Even Professor White couldn't help nodding his head in praise, "Ryan's sense of sex has indeed improved a lot after being taught by you."

Su Hui shook his head again and again, "It's because he is very smart."

"You're just too modest." The professor smiled, "You haven't fully explored your talent yourself, and what you're showing now is much better than others. You're a gifted artist, that's why I only glanced at it at the beginning. I saw you."

These words moved Su Hui a little, "Thank you."

"Eddy, be more confident in yourself and everything will be fine."

At the end of the competition, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and just waited for the judges to score.

Su Hui glanced at the auditorium.

He sent Sean an e-invitation, but he politely declined, presumably by not coming.

In fact, he also secretly revealed the match to Ning Yixiao, and also sent the hotel address, even though he knew that he was worried about an accident and asked for a backup.

Ning Yixiao was so busy that he didn't even have enough time to sleep. Su Huisi thought about it, but didn't make an explicit invitation, fearing that it would disturb him.

But Su Hui finally made a trip to California. Even though it was more than 600 kilometers away from San Francisco, he couldn't help feeling a little regretful that he couldn't see Ning Yixiao.

But Su Hui soon adjusted, he shouldn't ask so much.

Three or ten minutes later, the judges' scores finally came out, and everyone was anxiously waiting for the host to announce the final result. Su Hui took several deep breaths, more nervous than herself participating in the exhibition.

No.3 and No.2 were announced one after another, but there were no students from them, Su Hui was a little disappointed.

But in the end, the host called out Lane's name.

"The champion is Ryan Forester!"

A group of six students screamed excitedly, and Professor White applauded again and again. Su Hui was a little slow and took a few seconds to react, and congratulated Ryan very excitedly.

Ryan ran up to the stage, got the trophy from the judges, and immediately ran off the stage after taking a group photo. To Su Hui's surprise, Ryan rushed over to hug him, and spun around in circles.

Su Hui was a little dizzy, "Put me down quickly, Ryan, stop making trouble."

The venue turned into a blur of light and shadow, and in the dizziness, Su Hui suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure at the gate, so his tone became a little serious, almost ordering Ryan to put him down.

"Okay, okay." Ryan also knew that he was getting carried away, and put Su Hui down.

But there was no one at the gate of the art gallery.

However, Su Hui felt that he could not be mistaken, because he sensed something in the dark.

"Eddy, let's take a photo together!" Another student grabbed his arm, "Hurry up and take a photo with the champion!"

Su Hui's heart beat a little faster, but after thinking about it, she still refused, "You guys take a photo first, I suddenly have something to do."

He freed his arms and walked towards the entrance of the art gallery, but he didn't find that familiar figure until he went outside.

Su Hui thought, maybe it was an illusion caused by a momentary dizziness, because he missed Ning Yixiao so much.

He thought about whether to call, but hesitated for a second, still afraid of disturbing Ning Yixiao's work. According to what he revealed before, he should be interviewed by a magazine in San Francisco now.

Su Hui was overwhelmed by great disappointment. In this gorgeous art museum, many people entered it with smiles on their faces. Every audience had a pious heart to appreciate art, but he was so easily distracted, and even So he came out and left without hesitation.

He began to suspect that it was really a hallucination, and with some anxiety, he walked to the open smoking area in a daze. It was a secluded high platform, where he could see the beautiful twilight of Los Angeles from a commanding height.

But Su Hui was not in the mood, found a cigarette, lit one, leaned on the railing of the high platform, and looked into the distance.

The wind was too strong, and the cigarette butt kept emitting red sparks.

"It's time to see a doctor again." Su Hui confirmed that she was sick, and she didn't realize that she was talking to herself.

But in the next second, the cigarette in his hand was taken away.

"See a doctor?"

When Ning Yixiao's voice appeared, Su Hui's first reaction was an auditory hallucination, but when he turned around, he actually saw him, wearing a gray cashmere coat, standing beside him, smoking the cigarette he had just smoked.

Su Hui is not sure, because every hallucination is actually very real, after all, he has spent his whole life with Ning Yixiao in the hallucination.

But he didn't dare to raise his hand to test it by touch, that would be too silly.

Ning Yixiao exhaled smoke, leaned over and gave him a real but brief kiss with a low voice.

"Ms. Su, why don't you accompany the award-winning student?"

Su Hui did not directly walk out of the boundary between illusion and reality.

"Could it be that you came to look for me?" Ning Yixiao's tone was very straightforward, but he showed no expression. He tilted his head and looked straight at him with a pair of deep eyes under the lens, "I'm not a champion, nor a doctor."