Aesthetics of Violence [Entertainment]

Ge Qiao's vacation has begun.

He could finally stop and do something else.Ge Qiao would occasionally go to play with the flowers and plants at home. Not long ago, Zhong Mingcan brought back a real "spine" pot for him. He bought it exactly like the original pot, but it looked even bigger than the simulated cactus. A hundred times brighter green.When he was free, he remembered that Zhu Zan had given himself an overseas variety show 800 years ago. Taking advantage of the holiday, he also found resources to watch the first episode. After watching it for less than half an hour, he collapsed on the sofa fell asleep.

In fact, the program was pretty good, with a good reputation and high ratings, but during the day, Zhong Mingcan went to work and was not at home. The room was deserted, and only Ge Qiao stared blankly at the beating heads on the TV. It was really meaningless .

Habits are really scary.Just a year ago, Ge Qiao was still an otaku who enjoyed solitude, but now, even if he was left alone for 10 minutes, he would immediately become distracted.He suddenly put down his work, and without Zhong Mingcan by his side all the time, he really had nothing to do.This kind of mood is a bit strange, the hair in his heart is stuffy, and his heartbeat is always accelerating for no reason. He is not sure if he has experienced similar situations before. He is usually too busy to take care of himself. .He suspected that it was because he had been bored at home for the past few days and was so bored that he was exhausted.But it didn't seem that he was bored at all, because he found that he didn't want to talk to someone, and he didn't want to move.

He checked the information, and it said that his behavior was the initial manifestation of anxiety.He quit the browser and locked the screen, but he didn't care at all.

The real anomaly came on a Wednesday night.

When Zhong Mingcan came back from get off work, he stopped by the supermarket and bought a plate of steak for Ge Qiao to fry.Of course Ge Qiao liked it very much, and volunteered to be the chef, happily took out the electric baking pan, plugged in the power and turned on the switch.This kind of quick-frozen steak is very simple to make, and it doesn't touch Ge Qiao's cooking shortcomings that he doesn't know how to control the amount.

When Zhong Mingcan changed his clothes and came out of the bedroom, Ge Qiao was still busy in the kitchen. He heard the rustling in the kitchen, and suddenly felt that the scene was very vivid, but before he had time to be moved, he just stepped into the kitchen As soon as he opened the door, he saw Ge Qiao's hand sticking to the bottom of the smoking pot. The outer packaging of the steak on the table had been removed, but the food inside was still there.

When Zhong Mingcan rushed in, Ge Qiao's index finger had already touched it, and there was a faint "Zi La" sound, which was hidden in the surrounding noise, and no one might have heard it.Ge Qiao's fingertips turned red in an instant, and against the background of the translucent white skin and the slightly dim kitchen ceiling light, the color was a bit scary.

But Ge Qiao didn't seem to feel it, and he didn't feel any pain. He hadn't come out of the fugue yet, with a dull expression, and let Zhong Mingcan suddenly hug himself into his arms from behind, pull his arm and let him go. Flush cold water under the tap.It was the sudden cold and strong impact on the back of his hand that finally brought him back to his senses.

"What's wrong?" Cold water hit the hot red spot, neutralizing the pain, and Ge Qiao didn't realize that it was his finger that was hurt.

"It's okay," Zhong Mingcan comforted softly, still staring intently at the place where the gray water column collided with the red fingertips, Ge Qiao's hand was unsteady from the collision, and sank, Zhong Mingcan quickly held it He took his hand, pinched that finger lightly, and aimed at the water column again.He wanted to reproach a few words, but he was reluctant to raise his voice, which sounded unintimidating, "What were you thinking just now? You put all your fingers on it, and you want to eat human steak for me?"

"I..." Ge Qiao stared dully at the noisy water flowing under the faucet, then at the splashing water droplets in the pool, and then turned his head to glance at the packaged steak in a mess. His eyes moved to the two hands between the faucet and the sink.Ge Qiao moved his finger suddenly, as if he had just regained consciousness.It turned out that the red thing under the cold water grew on my hand, "Ah, I didn't notice just now..."

Zhong Mingcan turned his head and touched his temples with his lips. He said, "It's okay, it's just that it's hot. I'll treat your wound in a while. I'll fry the rest of the steak, and I'll eat it soon."

Zhong Mingcan's professional ability once again played a role.During dinner, he always secretly looked at Ge Qiao, observing his expression and behavior.He eats a meal meaningfully.

Mental illness is always easily overlooked, and it is easy for patients to be ashamed to speak.This is the principle that Zhong Mingcan learned in class and confirmed it from Kong Qingshan, and now he is planning to use it on Ge Qiao.He didn't dare to directly mention the word "anxiety disorder" to Ge Qiao, fearing that he would become more resistant when he became angry, so he had no choice but to use side-firing methods to test it a few more times.

However, Ge Qiao is Ge Qiao, different from others, and even more different from Kong Qingshan.He was very calm, scooped up the last mouthful of porridge from the bottom of the bowl, and suddenly raised his eyes to meet Zhong Mingcan's fiery scrutiny, which he had no time to retract. Ge Qiao raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and asked him, "Is there something wrong with me?"

This made Zhong Mingcan even less aware of how to answer.

So Ge Qiao changed the way of asking: "It is said on the Internet that I am a little anxious in the early stage. You know this, what do you think?"

Zhong Mingcan hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth: "Maybe what is said on the Internet is correct." He paused, and his brows could not help but frown. He wanted to reorganize his words to answer Ge Qiao's question, and wanted to observe Ge Qiao for a while. Reaction.In fact, Zhong Mingcan felt more distressed than surprised.Obviously there were many things that could overwhelm Ge Qiao, but he held on to them all. On the contrary, after the shackles tied to him disappeared in an instant, he couldn't stand the relaxation anymore.Zhong Mingcan's eyes are full of worry, and he can't hide it.

"Don't just stare at me once you've been diagnosed," Ge Qiao raised his tired eyes slightly, and at this moment they were covered with a layer of moisture again, shining brightly.He was tidying up the bowls and chopsticks in front of him slowly, and the crisp sound of ping-pong-pong-pong-pong among the porcelain was repeated one after another. He said to Zhong Mingcan, "Come and help me."

Ge Qiao felt that he was suddenly idle and hadn't adapted to the state of doing nothing, so this happened.

Zhong Mingcan didn't take it seriously in his heart, but he didn't refute him aloud. Instead of acting as the kind of psychiatrist who prescribes the right medicine, he brings up the things that have been accumulated for a long time in the past one by one, and fights the poison with poison, so that Ge Qiao can face up to his emotions , might as well have done what he wanted.Time is also the antidote, which is also the truth learned in the classroom.

Zhong Mingcan still has to obediently go to work and clock in every day. Although he really wants to ask for leave now to go home to accompany Ge Qiao, they have already discussed that Zhong Mingcan's two-year annual leave should be combined with the Spring Festival, and then they will travel to Yundian to avoid the cold.

Fortunately, after several months of rigorous training, Zhou Yihang was finally able to edit and repair an audio track as required without making any mistakes. This made it much easier for Zhong Mingcan. Zhou Hang, then hid aside and tapped on his phone to send Ge Qiao a WeChat message.

Ge Qiao's cell phone rang more frequently than usual at work.

There were two buzzing sounds, and a voice came again.

Opening the chat box with Zhong Mingcan, it is full of texts and voices sent by Zhong Mingcan, most of which have no substantive meaning, just ordinary complaints or monologues, but to Ge Qiao, they are neither ordinary nor boring, they are Adding bricks and tiles to the heart that has been emptied.

Zhong Mingcan: [voice message]

Zhong Mingcan: Come and listen, this is the album we are working on recently, for the Haibei group. I found that the songs of the girl group are quite difficult to make, and this time the request is Latin style. Wow, there are a lot of new songs of this style recently. Ah, I will also recommend some good songs for you when I go back.

Zhong Mingcan: [voice message]

Zhong Mingcan: Let's listen to Xiao Zhou's hand speed.He has learned how to use shortcut keys, and he can help me a lot in the future, but he is still not skilled enough. My hand speed is much faster than his! !

Zhong Mingcan: [voice message]

Zhong Mingcan: Let’s listen. I secretly recorded a section. During a meeting, Luo Tiantian and Brother Jiang got into an argument. I remember Xiao Luo was usually very shy, or the people from your media department were born to be eloquent. I think Big Brother Jiang had to lose this battle badly.

Zhong Mingcan: [voice message]

Zhong Mingcan: Listen, I'm hungry, my stomach growls so loudly...

Zhong Mingcan: [Video]

Zhong Mingcan: Hey, I went to eat barbecue at noon, do you want to eat?I'll make it for you tonight~

Even though he was hundreds of miles away, and even if he was dizzy at the end of the year, Zhong Mingcan still insisted on sharing the details of his life with Ge Qiao, every detail, even when he went to the toilet, he recorded and added a text "Come and listen , Does this voice sound healthy? There is still an echo," sent it.However, if it weren't for the fact that he only had two hands, which were not enough, maybe he would really do this.

Ge Qiao finally has a new hobby.

He fell in love with curling himself up in the rattan swing chair newly installed on the terrace, squinting his eyes to feel the light and heat brought by the winter sun outside the window.The mobile phone rests on the belly, and the vibrations from time to time will make the body itch.

He always turned on the screen slowly after accumulating ten vibrations, and then turned on the voice one by one, carefully reading Zhong Mingchan's long-winded chatter.

Before accumulating ten vibrations, he usually holds a book, or opens the overseas variety show that Zhu Zan recommended to him, and watches it quietly, or laughs a few times along with the little people on the screen.

After 29 years, life is finally willing to slow down for him.

It was Friday, Zhong Mingcan came home early from get off work, the sky was still early, the sun was still lingering in the west, and the faint clouds were painted with a layer of red, and the places beyond the reach of pen and ink were dyed deep purple together with the night.

When he entered the door, Ge Qiao was curled up on the rattan chair on the swing, with his eyes closed, he didn't know how long he had been asleep, his whole body was shrouded in a layer of light golden light, and the sun also loved Sleeping Beauty, pampering him secretly.The books were spread out on the ground, and a paper bookmark fell out and scattered aside.

This is the picture that Zhong Mingcan has imagined countless times.

He couldn't bear to wake up, and was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he took out a thin blanket from the bedroom and covered Ge Qiao.Although the movements were gentle enough, Ge Qiao woke up.

Still sleepy, he opened his eyes in a daze, stared blankly at Zhong Mingcan who was so close in front of him, and blinked slowly.

The small wing-like eyelashes fluttered and flew into Zhong Mingcan's heart, drawing out his swollen affection, rolling and hitting every corner of his body, and what overflowed turned into sore nose.Zhong Mingcan squatted down and looked at him.

"Ge Qiao, the sunset is so beautiful today, let's take a photo."

Ge Qiao was still a little dazed, rubbed his eyes, put his head on Zhong Mingcan's shoulder and stretched his waist, and then regained most of his clarity, but his voice that had not yet recovered was still a little hoarse and nasal. Although he didn't understand Zhong Mingcan's He wanted to make a name for himself, but he had no intention of resisting, so he agreed docilely: "Okay, let's shoot."

"You have to choose a nice angle." Ge Qiao's cell phone slipped from his stomach onto the wicker chair at some point, and got stuck between the armrest and the cushion, precariously.Zhong Mingcan quickly picked it up, skillfully opened the camera function, and immediately pointed at Ge Qiao's face and clicked the shutter button.

Ge Qiao has never seen such a simple and rude way of taking pictures, the camera almost hit his eyelids, and the gentleness of this person's speech just now disappeared instantly.

"What are you shooting blindly?" Ge Qiao was trying to avoid leaving a strange black history in his phone, and asked while hiding.

Zhong Mingcan is actually not good at taking pictures, but he is a freelancer, thinking that anyway, as long as one or two photos can be seen out of the random photos, he will be satisfied.

However, at least half of it was blurred after taking photos, and he was not satisfied with the other half no matter how he looked at it.In a few minutes, the sun will disappear, and once it gets dark, the colorful clouds will also disappear, and the pale golden light around Ge Qiao will also disappear, but he can't think of a better way to leave behind this A moment you can't help but want to treasure.

Ge Qiao looked at him frowning and staring at the phone screen, his mouth was getting higher and higher, with an aggrieved look, he couldn't help laughing softly, he took his phone back from Zhong Mingcan's hand, with a very doting tone : "Let me do it."

Zhong Mingcan has been experimenting for so long, it seems that selfies will definitely not produce good results.Ge Qiao looked around, got up and walked to the living room. There was only a transparent glass door separating the terrace from the living room. He pushed open the glass door, exposing most of the terrace space, opening up a new route for taking pictures.The mobile phone is placed on the coffee table, the angle is just right, but unfortunately the height is far from enough.

"There must be a solution..." Ge Qiao said to himself with his hands on his hips.

He suddenly got into the bedroom, twitched for a while, and walked out holding something after a few seconds.

Zhong Mingcan saw it and immediately grinned.Ge Qiao is very good at using resources, using the rain sounder as a tripod.

In the living room, Ge Qiao continued to arrange according to his own ideas, and he slipped into Zhong Mingcan's studio again, and took out the dusty metronome on the table.

Walking back to the coffee table, he stood the rain sounder vertically beside the coffee table, then placed the metronome horizontally on top of the rain sounder, and finally propped up the phone in a daze.

"It's done." Ge Qiao said happily when he was done.At this moment, he was proud of himself, raised his eyebrows at Zhong Mingcan, and said: "For taking pictures, a rookie like you can't use ordinary methods, understand? You can't take good-looking pictures of me if you shoot like that."

He adjusted the angle of the phone, turned on the front camera, and pressed the video button.Walking back to the wicker swing chair, he glanced out the window, the setting sun was getting thinner and the light was getting darker and darker.In this context, there is no point in smiling at the camera.Ge Qiao suddenly pulled Zhong Mingcan over to let him sit in the rattan chair, while he slowly squatted down facing him, supporting the back of the rattan chair with both hands, those rattans were polished so smooth that they felt cool to the touch Comfortable.He wrapped Zhong Mingchan in his arms.

Zhong Mingcan probably guessed Ge Qiao's next move, he remained motionless, staring quietly and affectionately at the pair of eyes that were beyond beautiful in front of him.Countless people once praised it as much as he did. Those people may have more flamboyant rhetoric than him, and they may not be less sincere than him, but from then on, he was the only person living in those eyes.

Ge Qiao smiled, and met Zhong Mingcan's gaze rightly, he suddenly knelt down on the ground, leaned forward and leaned over, in a pious gesture, in front of the camera, he kissed him very solemnly .

The street lights in the community outside the house were on.The lights in the windows of the next upstairs were also on.The sun disappeared with the clouds and light golden light.

There is always a video in Ge Qiao's cell phone.

A certain frame inside is a picture of two people embracing and kissing. It is just a black silhouette, the facial features cannot be seen clearly, and there is no emotion/desire.The sporadic lights behind them were embedded in the night, painting them a layer of flickering hazy light yellow.

The author has something to say: This is the end of the text! ! ! ! !

Fanwai and Chechehui on Weibo: Tampopo talks about mother-in-law, but there is nothing for now.

Thank you for your patience and company over the past three months~ Thank you! TAT loves muddy forever! !

Next: "Deep Water Area" (the title may still be revised, but I can't think of a better one), it is a story about an entertainment reporter and the second generation ancestor of a rich family, not cruel, 1vs1HE, more Emotional drama and daily life, less intrigue in the workplace~ It shares the world view with "Aesthetics of Violence", so some characters may make cameo appearances for two seconds~