Bamboo horse and bamboo horse grow up together

Yu Wen helped his friend to go home. This was the first time Yu Wen went to his friend's house. His friend built a two-story building in the suburbs. The thicker saplings may not be able to gnaw their teeth when they are expected to bear fruit. There are desks in the yard and books are piled up in a mess. There is no sofa in the house. The folding bed, the rest of the room is empty, and the words seem to echo.

"It's strange that the door has to be locked, there is nothing valuable inside except this light bulb." Yu Wen said and turned on the lights in the yard.

"Nonsense, all the books on my table are worth a lot of money." My friend was drunk and swayed on the rocking chair in the yard.

"I'll keep it for you. If it rains tonight, you'll be drenched." Yu Wen said as he packed his books, but he didn't know that there was an inkstone under the books, and there was ink on the side that hadn't been screwed on tightly, and the table was instantly covered with ink. The books are full and the books are stained with ink.

"Don't do it, just leave it here, I'll do it tomorrow morning." My friend was lying on the rocking chair. It seemed that he had cleared his mind a lot during the journey. He put his legs on the ground and shook the rocking chair by himself. "Why don't you go back to be a reporter?" Yes, after returning from the battlefield, you can sell whatever you write.”

Yu Wen grabbed a piece of paper to wipe his hands, sat down on the stone platform beside him, and said, "I don't want to write, but I still remember that when I published that manuscript, it was the one who was so helpless to walk. The trembling old leader, since the day I entered the door, I have been hearing about him, but I have never seen him. As a result, as soon as I finished publishing the manuscript, I walked out of the bungalow of the editorial department at the back of the building on crutches. The elevator came to me and asked me what my intentions are, what are my intentions."

"Hahaha."

"Don't laugh, I was frightened to death at the time, and I felt that I was telling the truth. Damn, did you make such a big noise? It alarmed the old leader. The boss talked to me several times. It’s not that I didn’t have money at the time, so I quit my job a long time ago.”

"As long as you don't write, there will be no such thing. It's all your fault." Before the friend finished speaking, the lights in the yard went out.

"It's okay, this place consumes too much electricity at night, it's a common thing."

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't this going to be demolished? Houses are being built at night."

"Why is there no movement?"

"If you want any movement, you can get up a building in two nights."

"Then once your house is demolished, you'll be released."

"Hey," my friend said, rubbing his face, and said, "I made some money at that time, and I insisted on building a building for my mom and dad. This is the first building built here. Damn, I haven't lived yet. , people are gone, I moved back to live, except for the main room, I have never been to other rooms, and I want to cry when I stand there." Then he rubbed his face again.

"Then you'd better take care of it and put it in the sky to watch."

Yu Wen looked at his watch, it was early morning, he was half awake from the wine, it was the time when the night was sentimental, and his friend insisted on lying on the table dipped in ink and copying poems to Yu Wen, Yu Wen looked at the good calligraphy and praised : "It's really free, busy people have time to practice calligraphy here."

Yu Wen walked on the way home, looked up at the sky, there was no moon, no stars, nothing but black, Yu Wen went to the street on purpose, and only when he walked in could he hear the sound of bricks and tiles stacked together, the voices of the working people Wisdom is never exaggerated.

When Yu Wen came home, Yang Fan was already sleeping on the sofa. Yu Wen felt stuffy, so he reached out to turn on the air conditioner and found an air conditioner quilt to put on Yang Fan. Are you trying to suffocate me?"

"Come on, you scare me to death, don't turn on the air conditioner here."

"You are so enthusiastic outside, why don't you turn on the air conditioner to cool down when you go home."

"I'll go." Yu Wen looked at Yang Fan helplessly with a smile, thinking it was fun.

"You're still laughing, I walked in front of you, and you didn't even say hello, and you still held arms with him." Yang Fan showed disgust when he spoke, his face twisted like a bitter gourd.

"He's drunk, and if you run with your head down, you don't raise your head until I'm in front of you. Who can react."

"Then you have a guilty conscience, and you are afraid that I will find out, and then who is he?"

"My friend, I won't tell you this afternoon. A friend lives here. I'll go and see."

"What the hell." When Yu Wen sat down, the paper in his pocket fell out, and Yang Fan grabbed it.

"On the night of October [-]th in the sixth year of Yuanfeng, I undressed and wanted to sleep, my mother, undressed and wanted to sleep, what are you going to do, enter the house under the moonlight, and set off happily. Went to Chengtian Temple to look for Zhang Huaimin. Huaimin was not in bed either, and we walked together in the courtyard, where the courtyard was like stagnant water and the sky was bright, with algae and algae in the water."

"What does this word read?" Yang Fan put the paper in front of Yu Wen, Yu Wen glanced at it, couldn't help laughing, and said, "I don't know."

"You don't know, you don't know who knows, one cursive character and one line, what do you read?" Yang Fan anxiously held the paper and stood in front of Yu Wen, and just started to read it seriously, sonorous and forceful, and suddenly anxious when he encountered new words Everything has changed.

"Xiang."

"Algae and midges are intertwined in the water, covered with shadows of bamboo and cypresses. There is no moon on any night, and there are no bamboos and cypresses anywhere, but there are few idlers like the two of us."

"But there are few idlers like the two of us." Yang Fan read both sides of the last paragraph, looking at Yu Wen with a solemn expression, Yu Wen sat on the sofa, thought it was funny, lowered his head and laughed at himself.

"Can you still laugh? But there are few idlers like us, what do you mean, what do you mean?"

"I don't know what it means. You are good at Chinese, and you can translate for the translator."

"Do you know what it means? The moonlight is beautiful. I lack a confidant who can chat with me anytime and anywhere. How wonderful. Drink a little wine, lean on your shoulders, and look at the moon."

"Fuck you, there will be no moon tonight." Yu Wen said as he opened the curtains.

"Anyway, that's what it means. It's called artistic conception. Do you understand artistic conception?" Yang Fan held the rice paper in his hand and shook it in the air.

"What kind of artistic conception, Yang Fan, I didn't see that you are good at Chinese before going to school. Now, there is no moon, so you are talking about artistic conception with me."

"Okay, you call me by my name now." Yang Fan sat down aggrievedly, looked at the poem in his hand and read it again.

Yu Wen felt helpless and amused at the same time, turned his head and asked, "It's not your name that I usually call, and, tell me, I watched more moons with you, or with him. There is no moon."

"Don't tell me, I can't tell you." Yang Fan ran out of words, and sat cross-legged at the end of the sofa by himself.

"Come." Yu Wen reached out and turned the sofa, facing the night sky outside the window, sat beside Yang Fan, and said, "I'll accompany you to digest."

"what?"

"You've eaten too much and you're overwhelmed. I don't have the obligation to accompany you to digest and digest."

"Huh." Yang Fan sighed angrily, and said, "Can you be nice to me, I'm going to be filming in half a month, and it will take half a year."

"Why did I treat you badly? I care about you so much." Yu Wen leaned on Yang Fan's shoulder, smelling of alcohol, kissed her face, and said, "It's okay to care this time."

"No, you can only look to me to see the moon in the future, and what else is there, Ning, why look to him at night."

"Do you know what algae are? It's moss, I'm free, just stare at that."

"Then there's the moon, Chang'e, and the jade rabbit." Yang Fan grabbed the paper and threw it on Yu Wen.

"Okay, okay, don't say there is a moon, I have to watch it with you even if there is no moon." Yu Wen was half sober from drunk, and dragged Yang Fan to the yard, insisting on looking at the moon.

One fine day, the grandma who was sitting on the street chatting with Yang Fan passed away suddenly. Yu Wen heard the sound of the suona, put down his book and climbed to the roof. The woman behind her was supported by a child, crying in a drawn-out tone, always feeling that she would cry until she fainted in the next second.

Yang Fan also climbed to the bungalow and said, "I've seen that old lady, and her old man talked to me a few days ago when she went to the market."

"I also remembered, the last time I squatted on the wall to croak, it was a few cucumbers he gave me."

"Hey, why is it so sudden?"

"What God stipulates, who knows."

Yang Fan put his chin on Yu Wen's shoulder and said capriciously: "I don't care, you have to wait until I die before leaving."

"I'm not God, what if he takes me away tomorrow."

"Bah, bah, what are you talking about," Yang Fan said, and patted Yu Wen's head three times. This is a very old saying, as long as you say something unlucky, you can pat the head three times to drive away bad luck. transport. "I don't care. You'd better do what I say. If you dare to walk in front of me and let me send you away crying, you're dead."

"You are really capable, much more capricious than God."

The sound of the suona became louder and louder. Yu Wen pushed Yang Fan's shoulders and came down from the roof with him. The sound of crying drifted past the door of his house. Dressed in white, weeping and walking down the street.The old man who lost his wife cried like a child, his whole body was limp like a puddle of mud, and he was dragged around aimlessly.

How sad would I be if Yang Fan left? An inexplicable question suddenly popped up in Yu Wen's mind, which startled Yu Wen, and quickly shook his head to get the question out of his head.

While sleeping at night, Yu Wen thought of this question again, his powerful imagination made Yu Wen direct a big drama in his mind, Yu Wen felt his nose was sore, and tears burst out uncontrollably.

Yang Fan was sleeping quietly at the side, Yu Wen felt relieved, and made a wish to God, forget it, let me handle Yang Fan's funeral, don't leave him sad in the world alone, he will be old by then, and suffer After suffering so much, and going through parting from the world again, what are you doing suffering from that crime?

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