the other half of the orange

Except for the daily explanations, You Zhao didn't send small talk or text messages, and he didn't dare to make phone calls. He was afraid that the secret would be exposed, and he thought that he could hide for a while.In addition, he was short of time, in addition to following classes and attending lectures, he had to sketch everywhere.Foreign students pay attention to practice, not only have to take time to practice the basics, but also have to do a lot of sketching and idea homework, with little free time, and when they are free, they are too sleepy to move anymore.

Finally came the day of vacation, the students had three days of free activities, You Zhao finally found the opportunity to go to the city.

Barcelona, ​​a city of masters, is full of artistic atmosphere.There are not only Moorish-style complex vaults, but also colorful Spanish tiles, corners with colorful flowers, novel and forward-looking modern buildings, and the majestic and alternative Sagrada Familia.

You Zhao went to the art museum first, and happened to catch up with the exhibition of Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres.

Speaking of Ingres, as an art student, you must never forget his nude creations. The painting "The Bather in Wapinson" became famous all over the world and became his masterpiece.That's why You Zhao came here.

The exhibition hall is very large, full of Ingres's manuscripts, copies and collections. It took a lot of time to walk around, stop to appreciate, and adjust the angle to take pictures.

Mo En and He followed to see the exhibition, but they chose different directions after entering, and they didn't go shopping together. After turning around, they found You Zhao in front of a painting.

"So you're here." Mo Enhe patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice.

"What do you think of this painting? Isn't it beautiful?" You Zhao stared at the painting in front of him, his face full of fascination.

Mo Enhe moved closer: ""Spanish Woman"? This is not painted by Ingres."

"Look at her earrings. The painting is too detailed. The glossy surface of each bead is drawn out. There is also the texture of the skin, which is delicate and shiny, and the light and shade of the cheeks are well-proportioned." You Zhao praised.

"I think it's okay, the colors are too bright, not as good as Angel's own painting, and the author of this painting doesn't even know." Mo Enhe shrugged.

You Zhao shook his head, disapproving: "Since collections by famous teachers always have their advantages."

Half an hour later, the two walked out of the art museum. There were quite a few people on the weekend, and people queued up one after another to enter and exit.

The sky is clear, the sun shines, and the colored windows of the Mediterranean Sea reflect the ground, projecting colorful halos, surrounding the whole city, overflowing with fragrance, chirping birds, making people unconsciously empty their hearts and rest in peace.

You Zhao was sitting on a bench in the grass, opposite to the rippling blue waves, and the white geese were making noise on the surface of the lake, splashing water and splashing their wings.

Recently, I seldom have time to think about domestic affairs. Trivial matters occupy my mind, but now after my mind is emptied, it is filled with a figure in an instant, firmly occupying it without leaving a single gap.

It was the first time You Zhao knew what it was like to be lonely, he had endless desires, he knew the taste from the marrow, he was used to Tang Heqian's gentleness, now that he left him, his heart seemed to be missing a place, the emptiness was like overgrown weeds, the soul was stirring, but no one was there Can solve.

He was thinking about it, looking at the clouds above his head, fantasizing wildly: far away in the world, Tang Heqian was also restless like him, and there was no medicine for longing.

"Vanilla or chocolate, which one do you want?" Mo Enhe walked up to him holding two ice creams and asked.

"Thank you for the vanilla." You Zhao took it and licked it, but it was not as sweet as imagined, and the bitterness lingered on the tip of the tongue and spread to the heart.

Moen and doubts: "Isn't it delicious?"

You Zhao shook his head and said, "No, it's quite sweet."

"There is a market in front, let's go and have a look."

This is the busiest time for the market. Not far from the square, there happened to be a very famous market. As soon as You Zhao walked to the intersection, he was attracted by the dazzling array of colorful fruits.

Seasonal fresh fruits are all available, neatly stacked, like a sea of ​​fruits and vegetables, You Zhao was dumbfounded, and waved to Mo Enhe beside him: "I'm going to have a look over there."

As he spoke, You Zhao put oil on the soles of his feet and ran towards a golden orange.The uncle who sold the fruit happened to hold a signboard and put it in the middle of the orange. You Zhao managed to read it with his poor Spanish. It probably said that this is "Love Orange", which is sweet and delicious.

"Hello." You Zhao stepped forward.

"Would you like some oranges?" The uncle spoke English stumblingly with an accent, "Are you a foreigner? You should try our oranges. I guarantee your love will be smooth."

You Zhao picked up one and weighed it in his hand. It was plump and golden, with rough skin but not sticky. It was a good orange. He asked curiously, "Why do you say that?"

"In our country, one person and another person together form a perfect circle, just like this orange, the two halves fit together to be perfect. There is a saying called 'medianaranja', which refers to soul mates." Uncle Peel Open the orange peel and put it in his hand, "Try whether it's sweet or not, I tell you it's absolutely sweet, I guarantee you will find your destined other half after eating it!"

"Thank you!" You Zhao took it with a smile, took off one petal, put it in his mouth, licked the corner of his lips, and said with endless aftertaste: "It's really sweet! But boss, the person I like doesn't like me, so it's useless to eat it." .”

"Chasing love is difficult, but like this orange, the skin is bitter, but the inside is sweet, there will always be sweet moments. Besides, if you don't like it, just chase it, boy, hand her the orange and say 'Eresmimedianaranja' to her , make sure she is moved!"

You Zhao followed it up twice in a low voice, and was so dazed that he was very excited: "Boss! Please pick some super sweet ones for me!"

"Wait, I'll pick some big and sweet ones for you!" The boss narrowed his eyes with a smile, carefully picked out four or five for him and put them into a paper bag, "Hold it, I hope you can find your medianaranja. "

You Zhao hugged a bag of oranges tightly, imagining that Tang Heqian was standing in front of him, and he confessed emotionally, seeing the other party nodding slightly in his blurred vision.

Just as he was excited, the ear-piercing ringtone of the mobile phone interrupted his reverie, You Zhao blushed, recovered from his fantasy, and answered the phone.

According to the Chinese food order, it is time to have dinner, but now is the beginning of the sunset, most restaurants have not opened yet, and Moen and He managed to find an open restaurant with few customers.

The boss is a muscular man in bright clothes, with a golden collar pin pinned to his flowery neckline, exaggerating his abstinent temperament, but his mannerisms are unrestrained and unrestrained, quite like a peacock radiating charm everywhere.

Seeing the two handsome guys walk in and sit facing each other, I can't help thinking: "Are the two kids a couple?"

You Zhao choked on the water, coughed half to death, and shook his head violently.

Mo Enhe was also taken aback, and quickly explained: "No!"

The boss brought them seafood fried rice and smiled mysteriously: "Don't you guys know that this street is a famous gay neighborhood?"

"..."

"..." No, I don't know.

This small episode did not affect You Zhao's meal. After he was full, he called the boss who lived at the cashier and played with his mobile phone, his eyes lit up: "Boss, can you recommend a bar here?"

The boss rolled his eyes, leaned over and asked in a low voice, "So, are you gay?"

You Zhao nodded, then pointed to Mo Enhe who was wiping his mouth with a tablecloth: "I am, he is not."

"I can introduce it to you," the boss blinked. "The Melocotónverde over there is more suitable for you. The environment is not chaotic, but can you drink?"

You Zhao patted his chest, relying on the confidence of drinking all the food stalls, he stretched out his thumb: "I won't pour a thousand cups!"

After nine o'clock, You Zhao walked into the "Green Peach" bar with half a bag of oranges in hand, with the courage of a newborn calf. The rare Asian face immediately attracted everyone's attention.He kept looking at this bar, the venue was not small, decorated in dark red tones, many people gathered around the stage and twisted their bodies as the band played, the atmosphere was ambiguous enough.

When Mo Enhe heard that he was going to the bar on this street, he unconsciously cast complicated eyes, failed to persuade him left and right, and left angrily, leaving You Zhao with a puzzled face, feeling the atmosphere and then going back, there was no danger, using Do you have to be so serious?

However, he was too reserved and completely underestimated the enthusiasm of foreigners.

Five minutes after he sat down, people kept approaching him and offered him a drink, but he declined several times.There were a lot of people, and one after another they flirted in front of him without giving up. These people were good-looking, in good shape, and they were the center of attention wherever they walked, but none of them could compare to Tang Heqian.

When I was lonely, I ordered several glasses of cocktails with nice names, based on whiskey, blended with liqueur and various drinks, there were bitter and sweet, sour and astringent. After drinking a small glass, I only felt my tongue numb.

Originally thought that the wine with a lot of punches and embroidered legs had such a high alcohol content.His brain was flooded when he boasted before, but now he was full of wine again. You Zhao squinted his eyes, his vision gradually blurred, and his face became hot and flushed.

Walking out of the bar gate, the night wind blows over the scalp, bringing a trace of sobriety and coldness, You Zhao rubbed his head, still conscious, thinking of finding a hotel to take a shower and sleep.

Behind him, the door was pushed open and creaked, and one hand supported him.

You Zhao was startled, quickly pushed away, frowned and said, "Go away!"

The man rolled his eyes, stuffed him with a crumpled paper bag, and cursed angrily in Spanish.

Lying on the bed in the hotel, You Zhao squinted his eyes for a while and opened them again. He poured the orange onto his cheek and poked it with his slender fingers: "You are so sweet..."

Illusion is the source of happiness, the more I think about it, the more intoxicated I become, the more intoxicated I am, the more I can't distinguish between reality and illusion, so when I connect the phone, I feel like I am in a dream, floating in the clouds.

"hola~~~~~" You Zhao dragged out a long ending, sticky.

"Where have you been?" A deep voice came from the phone, slightly angry.

You Zhao heard that it was Tang Heqian, and he was very turbulent, "I'm sleeping in the hotel~~"

Tang Heqian asked in a deep voice, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, yes." He chuckled twice, completely unable to hear the suppressed anger of the other party, "You, do you want to eat oranges? How about I share half with you?"

"..."

"Don't be angry... It's not sweet to be angry!" While speaking, he undid the buttons, staggered towards the bathroom, and vaguely called Tang Heqian's name.

Sitting in the bathtub with a flushed face, waiting for the hot water to slowly soak into his chest, You Zhao kept arguing with the phone: "Do you eat oranges? Do you eat oranges Tang Heqian?"

"Are you taking a bath?" Tang Heqian's face darkened when he heard the sound of running water, and he said sharply, "How dare you take a bath when you're drunk? Get out!"

"Ah?" You Zhao was taken aback by him. Before turning his head around, his body subconsciously stepped out of the bathtub. The hot mist gradually enveloped the bathroom. He was so hot that he wiped his face and escaped, " uncle?"

At this time, You Zhao gradually came to his senses and realized what he had done, and got into the bed with his wet body: "I, I, I didn't take a shower."

His eyes were extremely innocent, but he was so drunk that he opened his mouth to justify. He thought he was speaking so clearly, but to Tang Heqian's ears, he was vague and full of nonsense.

"..."

Tang Heqian hung up the phone, and then turned on the video call. As soon as he connected, he saw a big face appearing on the screen. You Zhao's eyes were blurred and out of focus, his cheeks were flushed, and his lips were glistening with water.

"Uncle?" You Zhao called tentatively after not hearing a response for a long time.

"Call me brother." In the video, Tang Heqian's expression is calm, showing no signs of happiness or anger. You Zhao's vision is blurry, thinking that the phone is broken, and shaking the phone from side to side, shaking his head from side to side, not knowing how gratifying this action is.

Tang Heqian was helpless, and didn't know why he wanted to mess around with a drunk. He stared at those drunken eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

You Zhao slammed twice, and yelled against the phone: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"I miss you so much..."

The hour hand was about to point to six. Tang Heqian didn't sleep all night. He didn't know how many times he called him.

I don't know if it's because the stamina of the wine is too strong, or because You Zhao deliberately played tricks, and kept pestering Tang Heqian to chat, chatting from the south of the sky to the north of the earth, until after midnight, the voice gradually died down.

You Zhao was a little sleepy, his eyes closed slowly, his mouth was still raving, soft and tender, as if he wanted to break the shackles that had been sealed: "Uncle...do you miss me?"

The pages that had been pretending to be forgotten all this time were opened again, and after a long silence, Tang Heqian sighed: "I am not your uncle."