not sad planet

"You seem to have been hiding something in your heart since you came here." Yu Ling took a sip of wine slowly and looked at the dull-faced person opposite.

Liang Shu stared at him blankly.

No, very wrong, he murmured: "Why...is it the other way around?"

"What's reversed?" Yu Ling was puzzled.

That sentence should be right for me.

It should be me asking you if there is anything regrettable, sad, or something I can help you with.

Liang Shu's heart turned a thousand times, but he couldn't say a word.

"It's nothing."

"Brother Yu, I offer you a toast." He clinked glasses with Yu Ling, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

While drunk, the two chatted a lot about the past.

At first, Liang Shu just wanted to use Jiu Jin to talk, but later found that it was unnecessary, and Yu Ling took the initiative to tell him those things.

Chatting with Yu Ling is very easy, he will not give people a sense of alienation like when we first met, nor will he be overly enthusiastic like Bai Le'an.

Yu Ling told Liang Shu many things.

Tell him that I was digging a tunnel in Guizhou, and when I was bored, I liked to stand on the roof of a rural building and watch muck trucks and tank trucks racing on mountain roads.

Tell him about Tibet in September, when the rain falls on the umbrella, it freezes, and the ice balls hit the thick umbrella surface, crackling.

The dim light shone on Yu Ling's face, and the light in his eyes was like the moon hidden in the clouds, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

"It's very memorable." Liang Shu sighed.

Yu Ling's life is boring, but it is not static, and he can still find some fun in it.

"I can't even talk about nostalgia," Yu Ling smiled, "I just want to remember those things."

Liang Shu remembered some things that happened when he was with Yu Ling in the past, and wondered if there was anything Yu Ling wanted to remember.

The cell phone on the table was vibrating, it was Yu Ling's cell phone ringing, he got up and left to answer the call.

When he came back, he didn't pull away the chair, but picked up the lighter on the table.

Liang Shu was a little strange, and looked up at him: "Are you going?"

"Well," Yu Ling nodded, "It's okay, you continue to eat, Brother Chen is back, I'm going to collect supplies, and I just brought your marker back with me."

"I've finished eating," Liang Shu stood up quickly, "I'll go with you."

The purchased materials were still on the back compartment of the cargo truck. Brother Chen went to eat first, and they moved the things from the cargo truck together.

Yu Ling handed it down in the carriage, and Liang Shu stood under the carriage to pick it up.

"The markers you want." Yu Ling threw a box of 36-color markers to Liang Shu.

Liang Shu raised his arm to take it, "What did you buy?"

He watched helplessly as Yu Ling bent down and unloaded a large cardboard box from the car. The Chinese characters on the box were very eye-catching - massage foot bath bucket.

"this."

Liang Shu: ... quite enjoy it.

He found that no matter when, Yu Ling could take care of himself, at least not make himself look miserable.

But he is different, he can always mess things up and always meet Yu Ling at the worst time.

"Hi, Yu." A thick male voice interrupted Liang Shu's thoughts.

A burly, dark-skinned bearded man walked towards this side.

"Jason," Yu Ling straightened up, "are you here to get something?"

It's Deshan's father.

Liang Shu also looked at the Lankan man in front of him, and he grinned at Liang Shu.

"No," Jason pointed to the marker pen in Liang Shu's hand, and said in Chinese with a strange tone, "Full Moon Festival, Dishan, I want to draw, but I can't."

The two communicated briefly in English again.

Only then did Liang Shu understand that the day after tomorrow is the full moon festival in January. Dishan’s art teacher asked the students to draw a picture with the moon as the theme. Not coming out, Jason said a few words to her, and she was so angry that she cried at home.

Jason remembered that Yu Ling had taught Dishan for a while, and Dishan liked him and listened to him very much, so he had no choice but to ask him for help.

Jason's house was in a nearby village. Inside the fence was a low bungalow. The walls were painted with a layer of bright orange paint, which was very bright even at night.

The house is spacious and tidy, and the owner keeps the house in good order.

Jason walked to the innermost door, "Deshan, come out and see who's coming."

"Squeak-"

The door opened a crack, and a small head came out.

"Brother Yu Ling?"

"Di Shan." Yu Ling bent his eyes towards her.

Di Shan awkwardly opened the door and came out, with her hands behind her back, she could see that she was hiding something, "Are you here to teach me how to draw?"

She stared at Yu Ling without blinking, full of hope.

Liang Shu also stared at Yu Ling without blinking.

"This brother will teach you," Yu Ling pointed to Liang Shu, "he brought a paintbrush."

Liang Shu's eyes widened immediately: "I..."

Dishan looked at the marker pen in Liang Shu's hand, and pursed her lips, "I don't have a paintbrush, but all my classmates have it."

Liang Shu was taken aback when he heard this.

The reason why Dishan cried may not only be because she couldn't draw, but also because she didn't have a brush.

"Dishan," Jason squatted down, and asked his daughter gently, "You want to buy a paintbrush, why didn't you tell me?"

Dishan bit her lip, looked at her father stubbornly, and said nothing.

Why does this scene feel familiar... Liang Shu thought about it, and suddenly turned to look at Yu Ling.

When he was a child, Yu Ling also wanted a paintbrush. He had saved money for a long time, and when he met Liang Shu who came from a flying house, he bought a bucket of instant noodles for Liang Shu.

"Did you save enough money later?" Knowing that Yu Ling didn't understand, he still couldn't help asking.

And Yu Ling frowned as expected: "What money are you saving?"

Liang Shu shook his head with a smile, and said, "My paintings are ugly, at the level of elementary school students."

Dishan took the drawing book out of her schoolbag and put it on the simple desk made of several wooden boards.

"What to draw? Let me think about it," Liang Shu said while thinking, "There is a festival in China that is very similar to the Full Moon Festival. It happens only once a year, and it's called the Mid-Autumn Festival. You can draw a moon, a rabbit, Draw mooncakes again."

"What is moon cake?" Dishan asked.

"It's just a kind of... food, as round as the moon on the full moon festival."

Liang Shu used a pencil to draw a moon on the top of the drawing paper, and then drew a crooked circle below, changed a black pen, and wrote two ugly characters vertically in the middle of the circle—moon cake.

He has tried his best, but with his lack of imagination and kindergarten-level stick figures, it is really impossible for Deshan to feel the charm of Chinese culture.

"Ugh."

Hearing Yu Ling's helpless sigh, Liang Shu turned his head and read Yu Ling's meaning in his eyes.

This level of painting is still said to be at the level of elementary school students, which is really an insult to elementary school students.

Yu Ling said: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is a festival that symbolizes reunion in China. People will reunite with their families, enjoy the full moon and eat moon cakes. Deshan, you can think about what you will do on the day of the full moon festival?"

"Yes..." Dishan thought hard, and after thinking about it, she smiled, "It's a holiday!"

"Well, is there any more?" Yu Ling tried to persuade.

"Holiday Parade!"

Liang Shu tentatively handed the paintbrush in his hand to Yu Ling, who took a look at him and took it.

Yu Ling quickly finished the line draft, and the coloring process was also very simple.

"Wow! So cute!" Dishan said in surprise.

A chubby rabbit was sitting on the attic holding a gnawed mooncake, looking up at the moon in the sky.Very cute painting style, with fresh colors, completely different from his previous underworld painting style.

Under Yu Ling's guidance, Dishan drew a picture of a parade of children dressed in festive costumes. After a long time of doodling and editing, the line draft was finally finished, and the only thing left was coloring.

"For you." Liang Shu handed the marker to Di Shan.

Dishan hesitated and didn't answer.

"No, no, no," Jason hastily waved his hand to reject his kindness, "I'll go to the city to buy it tomorrow morning, thank you."

Liang Shu had no choice but to go back with Yu Ling with the markers he hadn't given away, while Yu Ling carried the fresh fruit given to them by Dishan's mother in one hand and a flashlight in the other.

There are no street lights on the small road, only a small piece of road under the feet illuminated by the flashlight is bright.

This is a very common beam of light in Yu Ling's life. Maybe this night road will be remembered by him, and he will tell others about it at the wine table in the future.

He stays in the remote mountains all year round, wearing a few work clothes alternately, faded away his bright appearance, and only one face can be seen scribbled; without the blessing of a cartoonist, he draws the simplest Q version of elementary school students' drawings; day after day The boring life, smoking, drinking and playing cards, chatting with people at the wine table like all ordinary men, seems to be unable to find anything worthy of praise.

But even so, even if he couldn't foresee the future, Liang Shu still felt that Yu Ling was the most special person he had ever met.

It would be great if they met here at the beginning, accompanied each other, worked together, lived together, and gradually got to know each other.

For the first time, Liang Shu had the idea of ​​not wanting to leave this world.

If this is the real Yu Ling, it would be great if he could always live in this dream.

"What are you thinking about?" He heard Yu Ling's helpless and indulgent voice, "Don't look at the road and be careful of falling."

"I'm thinking..." Liang Shu came back to his senses, "I'm really bad at drawing. It's a waste to put the marker pen here. If I give it to you, how likely is it that you will want it?"

"How big do you think it is?" Yu Ling said with a smile in his voice.

Liang Shu thought the possibility was zero at first, but now he was a little uncertain, "0%?"

"Give it another half."