lifetime

"Shao Kou, it's great that you live in my imagination."

On the other hand, people in reality have no color.

In the end, Shao Kou didn't know how he was lying on the sofa. He turned his head and looked at the boy who was breathing steadily on the hospital bed. He curled up and covered his heart and gasped for breath. He played back the clip just now in his mind repeatedly, because of him, the little painter It just became like this, then, what he did was right or wrong, and when he saved others, who would come to save his beloved? It's so ironic, all of this.

It is normal for the sun to rise in the morning as before. It holds a heart that warms the world and hangs high in the sky. Shao Kou used Bianmu’s mobile phone to inquire about the depression that had occurred all night, wiped his face irritably, and stood up to call his father. The old Bian on the other end always answered the phone very quickly. The two talked a lot until Bian Mu woke up in the afternoon and saw the men on the left and right of the bed. Well?"

Mr. Bian had already let go of his strictness at this time. The child really couldn't stand the torment. For the first time, he cared for him sincerely, "Let's go to see a psychiatrist, cooperate well, and everything will be fine."

What the hell?

Bian Mu jumped off the bed directly, looking at the hospital gown on his body and the pinholes in his hands, he was really unlucky, why did he go to the hospital again.

"No need, you are busy."

Whether he is sick or not, he knows it in his heart, but he is a little pessimistic about things, and there is nothing to be nervous about.

Lao Bian always gave the young man opposite him a look, which means that you are not ready to show your courtesy, and you are just standing there waiting for the meal.

"That's fine. Anyway, Shao Kou is back and can take good care of you. If you have any questions, please let me know. You two will go home for dinner when you are free."

Bian Mu looked back at the two in doubt, lowered his eyes and remained silent, his father could see him, so this is the original?

The little painter had to be discharged from the hospital. Shao Kou went through the formalities and drove to the villa. Bian Mu in the passenger seat grabbed the small thread on the seat cover and asked, "What have you been doing during this time?"

The man next to him was concentrating on driving, and the knot on his brow did not loosen. When he heard him ask, he explained, "I have gone abroad to investigate the case. Don't worry, I will not leave again. I have already sent a letter of resignation to the leader. I promise to be with you."

Is it serious?

"Are you an amiable and lovely people's policeman?"

No wonder he always has a ruffian in his body, an unyielding brilliance.

"I'm your amiable and lovely person. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before."

The advantage of a thorough confession is that there will be less disputes in the future, and Shao Kou doesn't want to be troubled by these things that have happened.

"Then why are you?"

Why did the police stay with him for so long, by the way, the casino?

He watched the news. Although he was shocked by the major incident a while ago, his mind was calm. The degree of crime was given a chance of probation because of donations and personal reputation. He also helped find a lawyer to apply for it. So it's easy to handle.

Bian Mu smiled indifferently, yes, there is no chance in the world, everything is man-made.

"Because you are my first suspect, I'm not afraid to tell you that I deliberately knocked on the door of your house and approached you on purpose, but it was really unexpected to fall in love with you."

It's really unexpected, think about the past, think about the present, it's like two worlds, "You are a serious dishonesty now, you know."

Taking advantage of the red light, Shao Kou turned his head and kissed him. This pretentious and mysterious look is so damn cute, "Whatever you want to pay, I'm willing."

The man pointed arrogantly, "Come with me."

The food stalls in winter are heated, and it’s noisy inside, a bunch of people are drinking and punching. This place is next to a construction site. After get off work, you have to go back to sleep at night when you come out at night. Men only drink.

Shao Kou moved a plastic stool for him, and ordered from the menu. There were more vegetables and less meat. His stomach was not good for this food, so he couldn't be more stubborn than him.

"A bottle of white wine and a case of beer."

Bian Mu personally asked for a draft beer mug, filled it up for him, tapped it, and said, "Drink."

If you don't forgive me, you can figure it out.

Fuck, white wine mixed with beer, it's spicy, bitter, hot, damn it, you have to drink it too, after a few mouthfuls of gurgling, I turned the bottom of the bottle and motioned for him to look, it's all gone, okay.

"Come on, to your double identity, cheers."

OK, you can say whatever you want.

"Get rid of the suspicion for me, let's do it."

OK, it works.

"It's because of you that you are very capable, so drink this cup to the full."

OK, drink.

……

"Just drink it, do you still have a reason?"

No need, Shao Kou picked it up and poured it into his throat. The spicy liquid flowed down his throat and flowed into his spleen and lungs. He couldn't tell what it felt like, but somehow he felt that he deserved it.

Bian Mu on the opposite side didn't even take a sip of the food, drank two bottles of beer, his cheeks flushed a bit drunk, they just focused on drinking, the people next to them changed after wave, late at night, but there were more guests, Yelling and yelling, suddenly, the beer bottles on the table in the middle were overturned to the ground, and the man in the black windbreaker stood up and grabbed another man's collar. He must have drunk too much. A group of people waited Watching the fight, hey, what happened when they hugged and kissed suddenly?

Shao Kou knew that the tip of his tongue was bleeding from being bitten, but he still pressed against his teeth, little painter, I allow you to be me, but I don't allow you to be yourself.

Bian Mu also had a rusty taste in his mouth, and the iron stick that was drawn to his wrist fell loose on the concrete floor.

"I'm so fucking used to you, how many times have I said, I love you, don't you understand?"

Rough voices surrounded the two men, they forgot everything around them, and kissed eagerly and crazily only in each other's territory, really, there will be no day when the world will end.

The next day, the small video of a famous painter being kissed by force and the overbearing declaration of extreme possessiveness were blown up on Weibo, and a pair of the most overbearing couple appeared in people's vision, namely Bian Mu. and Shao Kou.

But they themselves went back to the village at the other end overnight, and they didn't feel cold in the cold winter. Bian Mu put his arms around the little bastard's neck and accused the old man of his crimes, "We will be in the same country from now on, and we will bully and teach him a lesson. Do you think it's okay?"

Of course, it's a shame to take away my handsome master while I was in the hospital with a cough for a few days.

The man in the driver's seat just yelled bark bark, scaring you to death, you despicable villain who stole my love.

It made Bian Mu laugh and roll over, "Look, it doesn't know you anymore, let you do business, okay."

Not good at all, Shao Kou answered silently.

The two of them entered the village in the middle of the night, the two-story building remained the same in the silence, Shao Kouzhi’s cauldron was still there, and the yard was withered and covered with a thin layer of silver snow. Turn on the air conditioner, afraid that the little painter would be cold, turn on the water heater, and dry the house. In the middle of the night, Shao Kou started to clean up. Bian Mu slept soundly on the freshly laid thick blanket, accompanied by a big golden retriever. Alas, this time It's really not as good as a dog.

Waiting for the small second floor to look brand new, Shao Kou lay down and slept for a while. Coincidentally, Bian Mu answered his phone call. After a brief moment of surprise, he shook his shoulder and told him with a bad complexion, "You Mother died."

whose mother?his?This is simply impossible, that woman, how could it be?

"Say it again, who?"

Knowing that this news is difficult for people to digest, Bian Mu still said it clearly and simply, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, "Just now someone called and said that your mother fell to her death from the roof of the hotel a few days ago, and now the body is still there. In the funeral home, I will accompany you there."

That, that woman, committed suicide by jumping off the building, because of what?because of him.

Maybe he had hoped that this person would die millions of times in his heart, but in reality, his heart was the softest, who could not love his mother, but it was really hard to accept being educated by her since he was a child , if it is for money, then, what should I say when I grow up, Shao Kou, who is immersed in his own thoughts, can't get out of it until he cremated the man, there is a will, all the property is left to him, and there is a letter, no A few words, just let him bury her ashes in the Shao family's ancestral grave, and leave him another sentence, you are not my son, so there is no need to pretend to be sad.

The ancestral cemetery in winter is cold and cold. Bian Mu wears a down jacket to keep warm in the cat car, leaving a black shadow standing on the mountain. Shao Kou stands up from his mother’s tombstone, turns around to his uncle’s grave, and kneels down in the same place Kowtowed three times, toasted a glass of water and wine, went down the mountain without any regrets, and went straight to the little painter.

After returning home, the two men took a hot bath and lay on the bed with their arms around each other. Shao Kou didn't want to talk, but Bian Mu kept talking, talking about his art exhibition, the Hope Primary School he donated, and the idea The future life of the two of them, talking about all kinds of embarrassing things when they were young...

This winter, the second floor is as warm as spring.

This year, Shao Kou is 36 and Bian Mu is 33. They have experienced their own life and calamity, and then passed it completely.

Over the years, the little bastard has become a ferocious watchdog, and no one is allowed to enter the yard. Shao Kou under the vine is pressing the back of the man lying down, complaining, "You can't go to bed early at night, draw A painting has to last for a few days and nights, I think you are relying on your youth to resist..."

The painter of Bianmu is becoming more and more famous, and he often attends various associations to publicize the education of left-behind children and the treatment of AIDS for deaf-mute men. People know that he has an assistant, who is also his publicly acknowledged other half. They are always by their side, some people would blackmail them, put on a show, and be disgusting, but the two of them hid in the small second-floor building like gods and couples, a bit indifferent to world affairs, and they couldn't control so much, this is Shao Kou's voice, he can't control this one, how can he control others?

When plowing and farming in spring, Shao Kou took the little painter and forced him to come out to see the sun, or he would die at home. The land had to be plowed first to make it soft, and then sow seeds. The two fools went out without wearing a hat. Bian Mu first I can't stand it, and I can't stand on the summer mat if I say anything. Who knows who will suffer from heat stroke.

It’s still a life of mutual hatred. The scenery of rural life is peaceful. It’s been a few years. Shao Kou got up early today and specially made a birthday cake for the little painter. This year, he is 39 and he is 42. When a person reaches middle age, he becomes resistant to all kinds of romance. He has nothing to give away, so he just cooks for the table. When Bian Mu walks down the stairs, his face is still handsome and unrestrained, but, from the bottom of his heart to the outside Relatively speaking, Shao Kou has completely grown into a typical middle-aged greasy uncle. He has gained a lot of weight, but he has the feeling of cooking rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea all day long. Someone asked him casually, very sincerely, "What do you want to eat?"

Bian Mu kicked him nearby, he just ate and ate all day long, he was fat like a little bastard, and he was still thinking about eating.

"Accompany me on a vegetarian diet for a month."

Look at you, you are fat like a ball.

Speechless, it's your birthday, why do you have to spoil him, "Hey hey, goodbye, I belong to the one who doesn't like meat."

Avoiding meat is tantamount to killing his old life. He leaned close to bumping his shoulder, and said in a provocative tone, "Besides, if I don't eat meat, I won't have much energy. You can think about it."

Now he likes to watch the little artist throw down the Buddhist beads to play with him, but this person just can't do it, hey, sad.

Bian Mu sat in the tea room and chanted scriptures, while Shao Kou mopped the floor in the living room, then went out to feed the chickens and ducks, and came back from inspecting the crops with his hands behind his back. The two sat together to watch a movie or play a game of table tennis, and it was time for lunch I took a nap next to each other in the afternoon, woke up and went out for a walk, came back to have dinner, and then went to sleep. This is the truth. Pure sleep. In the first few years, there was a must-have or extra exercise every night. Now it has to be counted on a weekly basis, maybe twice a week, maybe as you get older, you are not very good at that aspect, ahem, to change the word, not too often.

The days when the two were as clear as water, in Bian Mu's 43 years, an accident happened. His mother, Ms. Yuan, because his son was not up to date, simply went to France as a resident, and performed with the song and dance troupe everywhere, never He didn't have any feelings for making a phone call or something. On the contrary, Mr. Bian would often drive over to have a meal when the seasonal fruits and vegetables came down, chat with them, and play chess by the way. After a few years, Bian Mu was asked to go back to the city to inherit the family business, but they were in love, so they were not happy. This time, there was no room for not being happy.

Calling in the middle of the night, the old man always had a cerebral infarction and had already entered the operating room, so he asked them to go there immediately.

Bian Mu was in a daze the whole time, until the people in the operating room did not push out, and the doctor in the white coat was stained with blood on his gloves, and explained to them, "The patient's situation is sudden, so I tried my best."

In the past, the old dog blood said in TV dramas that I tried my best, and the moment you really heard it, you knew what you lost, and you will never, never get it again.

Shao Kou has been busy with various follow-ups these days, but he still spends most of his time with the little painter. It has been a month since Mr. Bian passed away, and he picked up the depression medicine he had taken before. No, it didn't work when Jiang Feng came to solve it. When he went to see another psychiatrist, he didn't even say a word, and he became more and more closed to himself. Only when he was facing Shao Kou, he could cuddle up and talk, or just stay silent in a daze .

Mr. Bian made a will early on with his exclusive lawyer, and the company was inherited by Bian Mu. Only a few real estate properties were left to Ms. Yuan. When she came back from abroad in a ladylike manner, she yelled at them both, "Bian Mu, You can't even have a child, what are you doing with all that money?"

Ms. Yuan is almost [-] this year, and she is completely out of reason. She has united with several old antiques to remove Bianmu's chairmanship and let her nephew, Jiang Feng, take over. Is she sick?

Because of this incident, Bian Mu finally cheered up, confronted the familiarity of the company's business, and made corresponding improvements. After all, the old Bian's thinking is old, so it is better for him to innovate. Shao Kou stood behind him and did a lot of work. The company Gradually getting on track and hiring a special operator to take charge, Shao Kou took Bianmu to Amsterdam, which is an open country where same-sex marriage is normal, and they spent the last happy time.

At the end of the same year, Bian Mu suddenly fainted in the courtyard. After being sent to the hospital, he was diagnosed with kidney cancer, which was still in its early stage. This year, Bian Mu was 45 and Shao Kou was 48. The life of treatment was difficult, and Bian Mu’s kidney failure quickly , his complexion changed from the initial paleness to charcoal, and the same was true on his body. He drew a self-portrait for himself, jokingly said, "Use this as my portrait."

Shao Kou heard that his whole body felt as if he had been bitten by ants, and turned his back to retort, "Don't make arrangements, maybe I will die earlier than you."

Hearing him coughing twice, he smiled softly, "Shao Kou, you finally have to know what it was like when you abandoned me. The difference is that I won't come back, and you will suffer more than me."

This sentence was fulfilled on Bian Mu’s 49th birthday. In the morning, he said he wanted to eat longevity noodles, and he was sent to the emergency room at noon. Then, ten hours later, Shao Kou heard that sentence again. I tried my best. However, this time it was in English.

Recently, an elegant event has become popular in China. It is the exhibition of the late painter Bian Mu. There are ten exhibitions in total. Today is the finale. The paintings are all about a man, and there are even naked pictures. This person is his lover, Shao Kou.

The theme of the exhibition is two words, life, followed by a small word, I will believe in the light all my life, and walk with you.

What kind of agitation has been caused, the parties don’t know anymore, Shao Kou donated all the assets of the two of them, including his paintings, in the dimension of this world, there is nothing to worry about, so it’s pretty good, at least, what He couldn't hear anything, he couldn't see anything, he was a fool at ease, enjoying the sunshine and grass, he knew that the little painter liked it very much.

I always say that I met you in my best time and lost you in my worst reality. If I could do it all over again, I would run to you without hesitation when I received this task. I drove an old tractor to break through your door, and won your trust with clumsy technology, but the only thing that changed is that I will learn to cherish and cherish every day with you, because after all, there are too many hidden memories False, I don't want to be vain with it, I'd better accept the reality happily, Bian Mu, I'll be with you, just wait for me, okay?

In an English-style house not far away, there is a young boy who is worried about the male teacher he likes to go to school. He throws the newspaper at the door into the trash can, throws the door with his schoolbag on his back, and is buried in darkness. The next page reported a missing persons notice. On a certain day in a certain month, a man committed suicide by taking sleeping pills in front of the cemetery. He was wearing black half-sleeved sleeves and had Chinese sandalwood beads on his wrists. Come claim it.

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The author has something to say: Shao Kou leaned on the armrest of the sofa and sighed: life is very short.

The border shepherd laughed: So, have fun in time.

Shao Kou glanced at him: no, I am too old to do anything.

Bian Mu picked up the Buddhist beads and threw them at his face: De Xing, I think you are too fat to hold up, and I am afraid that you will crush me into a mince pie.

Shao Kou jumped on the floor, doing ten push-ups, and gestured provocatively: "Why, say it again, who can't do it?"

Bian Mu rolled his eyes at him: "Okay, get up, it's just the Chinese New Year, so there's no need to make such a grand ceremony."

Shao Kou was speechless, patted his buttocks, stood up and walked around the room, boring: Shall we take a picture?

The sun shines brightly into the second floor. There is a big photo on the wall. Two men wearing red Tang suits are sitting side by side with an Eight Immortals table in between. The man on the left holds a folding fan. The man on the right has a lollipop in his hand, sucking it in his mouth, and he is addicted to it. He is very careful at the person opposite, love you, my little painter.

ps: I didn’t write a hundred chapters, and the sugar in the back didn’t come out. Sigh, well, this ending feels a bit sad, so I won’t scold me, hehehe, but I personally like it very much. There is no sub-cp to write, so thank you for being with me all the time, the next book is the old saying poisonous woman, if you are interested, you can bookmark it, I will write about Danmei in the future, I will go back and forth between these two channels.

ps: Oh, by the way, thank you for the landmine thrown by a big rowing baby, thank you very much, sincerely, tweet tweet...

ps: Oh, and, those who post comments will get a red envelope, thank you for reading to the end.