Twilight

"It is true that we do this not because we desire to solve the mystery, but because we cannot go on living without knowing exactly what role and mission fate has assigned us. ①Why this sentence?"

Yan Duo moved the phone away from his ear, stared at the unfamiliar number on the screen for a while, and then put the phone back to his ear. The person on the other end of the phone was silent, waiting for his answer. After a long time, he I heard myself say in a rambling voice: "Do you believe in fate?"

Huang Wenxuan was stunned, "I don't know." He looked at the swaying green bamboo outside the window with some stubbornness, "For many years, we couldn't talk about other things. Daily behaviors dominated by linear habits suddenly revolved around the same A worrying thing is going into operation. ②" He paused, and then said: "Can you tell me, what happened?"

The cigarette at hand is burning little by little in the ashtray, and the red flame is faintly flickering in the twilight. Dusk is the best moment of the day, because it is the top floor, looking westward, there is no barrier to sight, the outskirts of the city It is an endless rice field, and the whirling branches are dotted in the sky dimly, and the setting sun is like an egg yolk, falling into the horizon a little bit.He didn't forget to open the window today, the grass plants beside him were blown by the breeze, the leaves rustled, and the surrounding was extremely quiet, if he could ignore the voice on the phone.

Huang Wenxuan couldn't wait for Yan Duo's answer, so he was quiet for a while, and then said: "Today is Saturday, and it has been more than two weeks since I got the book. You know that my Chinese is not good. Although there are rules in it, this game is very important to me. It’s still very difficult.”

His voice was a little aggrieved, he paused for a moment and then continued: "I tried my best, so, can I see you?"

The wind blew past, and the playing cards plastered on the entire wall rustled in the wind. The room was very dark, and Huang Wenxuan stood tall and straight in front of the window, with an indistinguishable expression on his face.

"Come to my house and I'll show you something."

Yan Duo didn't know why he suddenly didn't want to persist any longer. For a long time, he had built a barrier for himself by refusing to let go of enthusiasm, and now he destroyed that barrier with his own hands. It's the child's aggrieved nasal voice, or the simple beauty in him that makes him yearn for.After he put down his cell phone, he quietly smoked the last cigarette in the cigarette box, got up to tidy up the house, even though the cleaning aunt came in the morning, he still decided to do a little tidying up.

Just, give yourself a chance, he thought to himself.

Huang Wenxuan seldom goes out alone because the club is on the same line as his family, so he doesn’t know how to use car-hailing software. He waited a long time for the car when he went out, which delayed the time. It was nearly nine o’clock when he arrived.

When the doorbell rang, Yan Duo was busy in front of the sink. Because one hand was inconvenient and he didn't want to make people wait too long, he washed his hands in a hurry, put on his apron and went to open the door.

Seeing that he was wearing a small floral apron with ruffles, Huang Wenxuan couldn't help laughing, and then praised 'sincerely': "The apron is very good."

Tangtang also made complaints about the apron on Yan Duo, which was given to him by Xiao Yuan. Although he hated it when he received it, but based on the virtue of not wasting, and he rarely cooks on fire, this thing is eight hundred and ten I don't need it once a year, so I didn't lose it, so I had to explain: "My cousin's bad taste."

Huang Wenxuan smiled, "What delicious food are you doing?"

"The takeaway ordered is a little cold, I'll warm it up." Yan Duo bent down and found a pair of sandals from the shoe cabinet and put them at Huang Wenxuan's feet, "There is still something frying in the pot, go sit in the living room first, and it will be ready soon." alright."

After changing his shoes, Huang Wenxuan went directly to the kitchen and saw that Yan Duo was frying steak, and the kitchen app was running on the ipad next to the counter, and the opened page was just the steps of making steak. He was obviously learning what he had learned.

"Let me do it." Huang Wenxuan took the shovel from Yan Duo and saw the ingredients on the chopping board, "Onions, red peppers, and green peppers."

Yan Duo smiled, "I've seen your interview video."

It turns out that he still pays attention to me, Huang Wenxuan thought to himself, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, "Actually, I have reservations."

Yan Duo smiled and said, "Well, what did you keep?"

Huang Wenxuan smiled embarrassedly, "I also like sweets."

Yan Duo joked: "There is no rule that adult men can't eat sweets, and if you say it, you may gain a group of female fans."

"That's Zhou Xu's dream."

The guy who was sold by his teammates and was paralyzed on the sofa playing games, a certain number 6 sneezed without warning, then shook his fingers, and gave the other party a head. scold.

The two smiled at each other.

Huang Wenxuan met Yan Duo's eyes, and then moved away without a trace. He picked up the pan and shook it twice, and asked, "How is your arm?"

"I went for a re-examination. The doctor said that the recovery is quite good. I made an appointment in two days to remove the plaster cast." Yan Duo stepped aside, leaned on the dining table, and looked at Huang Wenxuan from this angle. He was wearing a white pinstriped shirt, dark He is wearing black trousers, and the rolled up cuffs reveal a wheat-colored arm. Unlike other athletes, he does not have those messy tattoos on his arms, and the soft fine hair sticks to his skin, probably because he sweated on the road just now. Under the light, there is a shining light, and there is a sense of power.

Yan Duo forcibly diverted his attention, looked down and saw the apron on his waist, "Wait a minute, put the apron on, the oil will splash on the clothes." He went to wash his hands, and was about to take off the apron, but his hands were not yet stretched out. At the back, Huang Wenxuan had freed his hands to help him untie the knot.Yan Duo then took off the apron, and Huang Wenxuan stood opposite him with a smile on his arms, making it clear that he wanted Yan Duo to help him put it on. The two of them were about the same height, so even though Yan Duo could only use his left hand, putting on the apron was an easy move. Not too difficult to complete.After hesitating for a while, he took the apron and walked forward. After putting it on, he went around behind Huang Wenxuan to tie the belt. Huang Wenxuan suddenly folded his arms back. Before Yan Duo could withdraw his hand, he grabbed it.

Huang Wenxuan squeezed Yan Duo's hand, then slowly released it, and said in a low voice: "Let me come, I'm curious how you tied it for yourself just now."

Yan Duo was shaken for a moment, and he was dazed for a moment. After the daze, his mind was a little blank. It was not until the microwave oven next to him dinged that he found something to do, and he no longer felt so uncomfortable. This is really a subtle feeling. I feel, you have to know that when he stepped onto the podium for the first time, he was calm and unhurried in the face of a classroom of students and teachers in the back row.While putting the hot food on the table, he said: "I leaned against the cabinet over there, and clamped one side of the belt between the side of the cabinet and the back." He turned his back and gestured to Huang Wenxuan.It took him several minutes to fasten it. Although his right arm was injured recently, his left hand got more exercise, and his neck was sore from tying it. He also thought that the apron was not only malicious in appearance, but also in design. Very unreasonable, decided to put it on the shelf after today.

The steak was half-cooked. Huang Wenxuan turned off the heat and started the pot. He put the steak on a plate, picked up vegetables with chopsticks and decorated it on one side, and looked up at Yan Duo who was about to put a soup into the microwave. The soup pot was probably a bit heavy. Shaking it with one hand, he hurriedly said, "I'll do it."

Yan Duo obediently put down the soup cup, thinking silently in his heart that when his right arm was healed, he was going to do strength training, and he also lamented that it was not easy for him to suddenly realize this because he had always been inactive. "Want some wine?" He opened the wine cabinet and took out a bottle of red wine, "You're not driving, are you?"

"I took a taxi, where are the tableware?"

Yan Duo leaned over and took a look at where Huang Wenxuan was standing, "It's in the second drawer on your left."

The two of them put the dishes on the dining table and were just about to eat when they suddenly heard a voice from the entrance saying, "There are guests."

Both of them turned around, Yan Duo's eyelids twitched, he actually forgot that Zhao Jianfei had a spare key to his house.

Zhao Jianfei saw that the 'guest' who was serving red wine turned out to be Huang Wenxuan, the goalkeeper of the XX team, his jaw was about to drop, "Fuck, I'm not dreaming." A sentence came, "Your boy is a treasure in the golden house."

Yan Duo felt that he was grateful for the cultural difference for not being embarrassed to death by this scumbag classmate. Huang Wenxuan, who was sitting across from him, looked dazed, obviously not understanding the meaning of the word. He coughed and cursed in a deep voice; "Get out, What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhao Jianfei got excited, and jumped over and strangled Yan Duo's neck: "You kid is playing with me, isn't it? If you know you and don't tell me, I'll call you to watch the penalty like an idiot."

Yan Duo didn't need any strength on one arm, and he knew it was useless if he couldn't get it free. Fortunately, Zhao Jianfei was also concerned about his right arm, so he let it go after a strangle, and then laughed out eight white teeth. He seemed to lean in front of Huang Wenxuan and said, "I'm a fan of XX team. I like you very much. Can you sign me?" He actually took out a pen from his pocket.

It's okay to carry a pen with you, Yan Duo frowned speechlessly, really wanting to pretend that he doesn't know this bastard.

Huang Wenxuan took the pen very cooperatively, and asked very carefully, "Where do you want to sign?"

Yan Duo said coolly, "Sign his face."

Zhao Jianfei glared at him, then took out a palm-sized leather notebook from his pocket, opened a page, and handed it reverently, "Sign here."

After Huang Wenxuan finished signing and handing it back, Zhao Jianfei took out his phone and called up the camera, "Can I take a group photo?"

"Yes." Huang Wenxuan smiled.

"I didn't expect you to speak Chinese so well." Zhao Jianfei walked up to Huang Wenxuan, and handed the phone to Yan Duo by the way, "It's better to take pictures."

Teacher Yan took the phone coldly, "Get out after shooting." At the same time, he licked his back molars and threatened: "Don't send it out."

Zhao Jianfei had never held his mobile phone so precious before, and took it carefully, guessing something else from Yan Duo's 'stern' threat, and smiled obscenely, "Understood."

Looking at him, Yan Duo felt a toothache, and kicked him unbearably, "Go away if you have nothing else to do."

Holding the phone, Zhao Jianfei glanced at Yan Duo with complicated eyes mixed with relief and worry, and knelt down unwillingly.

Yan Duo felt that Zhao Jianfei's expression resembled that of an old father-in-law who saw his daughter and son-in-law, who had been single for 30 years, enter the church hand in hand.

Illusion, it must be an illusion, Yan Duo shook his head, turned to Huang Wenxuan and said, "Let's eat."

The author has something to say:

We do this, of course, not out of a desire to unravel mysteries, but because we cannot go on living without knowing exactly what role and mission destiny has assigned us. ①

For many years we were unable to talk about other things.Everyday behaviors governed by linear habits suddenly revolve around the same worrying thing. ②

————both from Marquez's "A Premeditated Murder"