Bamboo horse and bamboo horse grow up together

In the evening, Yu Wen sat on the floor of the living room, recalling these years, recalling what Ding Sheng had said to him for drinking frequently in the past few days, looking out of the window in a daze, Yang Fan quietly came in from the door, thinking about scaring Yu Wen, Yu Wen was stunned Looking back blankly at Yang Fan who was approaching on tiptoe, he smiled softly in his eyes. Yang Fan stood behind Yu Wen, stroking Yu Wen's fluffy hair, tied a small knot, and played happily.

"What are you thinking?"

"When we were in school, we were taught to cherish the present, but after we really know this truth, we seem to lose more, don't we?"

Yang Fan didn't answer, put his hands on Yu Wen's neck, and sat down cross-legged against Yu Wen. The marks left by the fight in the past few days became more and more obvious. When Yang Fan sat cross-legged, one leg still hurt.Yu Wen held Yang Fan's thumb and rubbed it back and forth.

"We're all like this, we haven't lost each other yet, there's really nothing to lose." Yang Fan lay on Yu Wen's lap, looked up at Yu Wen, everyone became much gentler.

"Make a rule, no matter what happens in the future, you have to speak out, even if there is a fight, don't be so hypocritical, you can't talk if you don't see each other."

"Okay, as long as you know you're wrong." Yang Fan touched Yu Wen's face.

Yu Wen pulled his face away, "I'm talking about you, hypocritical."

"Yeah, it's you."

Ding Sheng's departure makes Yu Wen fall into contemplation of the existence of same-sex groups. Twenty years ago, in the noisy and chaotic lecture hall, Yang Fan moved back and forth restlessly, vowing to find the same kind, and the next second he turned around and met Ding Sheng's avoiding eyes. He glanced at Yang Fan from time to time, and Yang Fan stared at him boldly, wanting to get acquainted with this kind of person, but Ding Sheng didn't have this idea, what he wanted to be acquainted with was not a friend, but a lover.

But after more than 20 years, Ding Sheng has not found a lover. There are too many fetters behind him, parents, family, fame and fortune, and future. No one is willing to send their children to a homosexual home for classes. Children, after suffering too much, they don't need to expect Ding Sheng to become a well-known musician, but at least, they want to be a healthy person in their eyes.Ding Sheng complained about these things when he came to Yu Wen for a drink, but at that time, Yu Wen was worrying about his job and Yang Fan, so he never heard Ding Sheng's words at all.

Yu Wen recalled Ding Sheng's youthful appearance, stiff, dull, dull, occasionally mischievous, with a skinny body like a stick in a fat T-shirt.Ding Sheng's ideal is to go to Europe with his beloved at the age of 30 to see what musicians' hometowns look like.

Before the age of 30, Ding Sheng had been to Europe many times and was alone.

Yu Wen moved to Yang Fan's big house, it was empty inside, a living room was larger than the total area of ​​Yu Wen's house, Yang Fan bought Yu Wen a big bookcase, a big desk, and a big bed.Yang Fan sat on the big desk, looked at Yu Wen who was moving books back and forth, and asked, "Have you read all these books?"

"It's about the same. There are also unopened ones."

"Fantastic, I had a bout of insomnia before, and taking medicine didn't help. I just held my tablet to watch math classes, and sometimes I listened to physics classes. The symbols were spinning and spinning in front of my eyes, and I fell asleep after a while."

"Why did you suffer from insomnia and didn't go to see a doctor?"

"It's okay, I think what you think." Yang Fan jumped off the table and patted Yu Wen's shoulder.

"Huh." Yu Wen shook his shoulders disgustedly, "It's almost thirty, speak carefully."

"Just thinking about you, I*he thought you died outside, a shell passed through your body, and I was left to cry from there, I can sleep." Yang Fan exaggeratedly performed the scene of the shell attack, and sat down again. Going back to the table, looking at Yu Wen, "You're over 30, treat me better. When I was young, I ran away when I was angry, and I knew how to go home for dinner. How about you when you grow up? You don't even know home when you run away. where."

Yu Wen squatted on the ground wiping the book, dazed, with a sore nose, "I thought I'd just go out for two months, but who knew no one would go, and I won't be able to come back after I go."

"I didn't mention you, why are you wronged." Yang Fan reached out to help Yu Wen put the books on the table, and took out the stickers to help sort them. Yang Fan felt drowsy looking at the boxes of books, sticking to each other and getting confused.

"I said, let me give you a few books to read. In the end, actors are all about culture. You have to improve every day."

"Hey, it's okay if you don't say it. I get a headache when I say it. I knew a long time ago that I can't keep up. Acting is something that everyone can see. Every word denies the actor. I can’t play those teenagers anymore. If you really ask me to play a literati, I can also play it, but in the end I don’t believe it. My head hurts from those words. I don’t know what to play now, anyway No one urged me, just experience life slowly like this." Yang Fan sat lazily and opened the curtains to bask in the sun.

As early as a few years ago, Yang Fan clearly felt that he was not as comfortable as before. After the aura faded from his body, there was no shortcut to academic skills. Finally, the more you need the support of knowledge and life experience, sometimes your heart is filled with thousands of emotions, but when displayed on the big screen, you just twitch your lips or twitch your eyebrows slightly. Yang Fan is not a person who pursues fame and fortune. Simply stopped.

"You are really comfortable these days."

"Then what can I do, you are not here, no one will play with me, I went out to play two years ago, until midnight, now I don't want to go anywhere, I just want to stay at home, nowhere is interesting."

"Reading, you can read any book in my room, study hard."

"I've studied. I applied for a psychology class last year. I'm stupid. I went there for two days and came back. I took the case analysis class. Those cases are too hard. I feel uncomfortable when I hear them. You said we When I was young, being poor was really poor, and suffering was really bitter, but it was so bitter, I was in a bad mood at the time, but after listening to two episodes, I felt so happy, so I came back.”

"It's not easy for people who can go to psychological cases."

"How about your journalism?"

"The news is cruel and sharp. Those of us are chasing the light in the dark tunnel. The further we go, the harder it is."

Hearing Yu Wen's words, Yang Fan turned Yu Wen's body, turned his back to the light, put his hands on Yu Wen's face in admiration and said, "Congratulations, you and the light behind you have merged into one."

"Get out." Yu Wen threw a rag on Yang Fan's body, "The literature is good, you can read more literature."

"Learn what?"

"I went to college as a minor. This major is very romantic. Our teacher said at the time that after finishing the study, we will have a spirit, nothing can hit us, and our blood will be hot."

"I want to learn this, can you tell me two literary stories every day before I go to bed? I can listen to more than 700 in a year, I think it's good."

"Hey, you are really my baby, I still tell you two or three every day, can't you?" Yu Wen stretched out his hand to cover Yang Fan's begging eyes.

Yang Fan sat under the table and wiped the books, and handed them to Yu Wen one by one. Drowsy, this calm leisure time, one person is too boring, two people are just right, say a few words from time to time, sit quietly, but it will not make people feel anxious because of the passage of time.

Yang Fan is going to live in the countryside □□for a while, and then joins a filming group. Yu Wen goes to the countryside with Yang Fan with the computer in his arms, and writes in another place.The crew found a room for Yang Fan in the urban-rural fringe area, and after a while the filming started on the spot. Yang Fan squatted on the roof of the bungalow to watch the sunset, and anxiously called Yu Wen to go up.

The west side of the sky is like a big dyeing plate, the top is the blue sky, and a little bit below, there are blue clouds. Someone dripped a few drops of water in the middle of the sun, and the red color slowly spread in the sky, dark red, orange , yellow, pink, layer by layer, dyeing half the sky.

"Hurry up, put my phone up a little bit." Yang Fan stood on the roof of the bungalow and yelled, as if he was going to pick up money, but he couldn't pick it up a second later, he jumped up anxiously.Yu Wen climbed halfway, turned back and went back to get Yang Fan's phone.

"Stand here, and I'll take a picture of you."

"My God, it's so beautiful." Yu Wen glanced at the beautiful scenery, turned his back to the setting sun, and compared scissorhands to the camera.

"Ah, you idiot." Yang Fan scolded anxiously, and sat on the ground helplessly, "Now who takes pictures is better than scissorhands, can you tuck your T-shirt into your jeans, turn around, face the sun, don't be so stiff, it's natural One point, stretch your right foot forward, and say it again, be natural." Yang Fan gave up struggling, and walked over to shake Yu Wen's stiff body, and put him in a good position.

"Okay, turn sideways, don't lean your neck forward, the corners of your mouth are slightly upward, slightly upward, not a grin, and close your eyes."

"Okay, the next one, sit down, don't move, your hands hang down naturally, oh, forget it, you can stretch out your hands with scissors, or you don't know where to put your hands." Yang Fan gave up struggling and agreed with Yu Wen photo pose.

Yang Fan stuffed the phone into Yu Wen's hand and asked him to take a picture of himself. The ones were blurry and out of focus, and the ones with short legs and fat faces were taken. The sun had already set. Yang Fan sat next to Yu Wen and kept "Brother, what, what, what did you shoot." Yang Fan looked at one and deleted one, not angry enough.

Looking at Yang Fan's photo for Yu Wen again, the tall back is standing in the setting sun, he is full of hesitation, and in the other photo, the side face is reflected in the setting sun, quiet and well-behaved, giving people a feeling of the tranquility of time, the only thing revealed Pointing the double chin also made Yang Fan lose his three smacks, five divisions and two Ps.

"Look at what you took, and look at what I took. Are you a reporter? You haven't learned how to take pictures." Yu Wen's roar could be heard within a radius of ten miles.

"What's the matter, young man?" The neighbor next door asked loudly from the yard, thinking something was wrong.

"It's okay, uncle." Yang Fan pinched his waist, stood up and stretched out his head to reply, wishing to kick Yu Wen off, what kind of elm bump, really angry.

"What are you going to do?" Yu Wen saw that Yang Fan was about to go out.

"Know the folk customs." Yang Fan came out of the house with a teacup in his hand, shaking his arms and walking out.

"Come back for dinner later."

"Okay." Yang Fan stood at the door with a tea mug and took a sip before walking to the street.

There are people playing a ditty on the street. I usually skip to the opera channel when I see it on TV, but it’s so comfortable to sit down and listen to it leisurely.The old man was wearing a white suspenders, half-lifted to his chest, shaking cattail fans, leaning against the wall one by one, occasionally hitting the mosquitoes at his feet, Yang Fan bought a bag of melon seeds, sat down and chatted with the old man, and changed the topic while chatting, God The Kan Mountains in the South China Sea and the North.

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