handshake on sunset boulevard

Lonely but mature children, life is still going on, no cracks can be seen in the sky.

Everyone is a piece of clay, just like Zhu Zhengting, when Bi Wenjun touched him, Bi Wenjun's handprint was left on his body.

He knew that Bi Wenjun was watching him quietly in a certain corner, but Bi Wenjun had already learned what happened from his mother.

"Mom, you... can you tell me if you have anything... don't go to him first..." Bi Wenjun couldn't blame her mother.

"Tell you that you are just hiding him, Junjun, you are a smart boy, you shouldn't touch such a boy. I asked him to leave you, but he didn't respond, he was very calm."

"He's just like that, he's already been wronged..." Bi Wenjun pinched her temples and rubbed them, her heart ached terribly.

"You are not suitable for him. You will find someone to marry sooner or later."

"Oh...it's not appropriate, I can protect him now."

"What do you mean? It will be suitable in the future? Forget it... Mom knows you will forget it after a while."

"Don't talk about that." He couldn't listen, he really didn't dare to bother Zhu Zhengting anymore, he was afraid that this piece of porcelain would be smashed into pieces, and there would be no room for change.He also knew that this piece of porcelain already had mottled cracks, and until he couldn't take him to the museum for collection, he could only protect him quietly, no matter how many desires he had, it was useless.

After several chance encounters on the basketball court, Bi Wenjun and Cai Xukun had more or less exchanges. Between the lines, Bi Wenjun could hear that Cai Xukun's obsession had turned into shame and concern.

"I would rather hope that I would go far away, and I would go far away when I found out that I fell in love with him." Cai Xukun said to Bi Wenjun next to him while sitting in the audience of the basketball court.

"Just don't hurt him in the future."

"What about you? Still love him?"

"Of course I love him...but now I will only hurt him more." Bi Wenjun sneered.

"Time is a terrible thing, it just changed everything..." Cai Xukun sighed.

"Regret at the beginning?" Bi Wenjun left behind a sentence, got up and left.

One month or two months, even though he was no longer afraid, Zhu Zhengting was still stubbornly paying the rent for the house. He always didn't want to recall everything about Bi Wenjun, but every time he stopped to rest after dancing, his mind The beauty of life is closely related to Bi Wenjun.

He still paradoxically washed that piece of Bi Wenjun's clothes and hung them by the window. Whenever the wind blows, the clothes seem to have a soul. The wide sleeves flutter with the wind, which is a vivid space in his heart. .

"Brother, you still keep his clothes," Fan Chengcheng said when he came to Zhu Zhengting's house as a guest.

"Just keep it, why hang it up..." Justin asked him.

"Probably I want to leave some sunshine in the past days." Zhu Zhengting looked at the dress with his cheeks on his hands and said, "The time that seemed meaningless was really happy, but now it's gone, I'm still the same as before, more than I didn't need love anymore..."

"That meaningless love...do you regret it?"

"I don't regret it. What's the meaning... When I'm with him, I even forget the meaning of life." Zhu Zhengting smiled sweetly.

Like last time, the night was very dark and there was no light. Justin came from the living room and squatted beside Zhu Zhengting's bed.

"...Sorry, I got angry at you last time." Zhu Zhengting stretched out a hand to rub his younger brother's head.

"It's okay, I hope you vent your grievances once in a while, you're never really angry, it'll be suffocating..."

"It's a pleasure to be with you, why should I lose my temper with you?"

"Brother, you will forget him..."

"I don't know...every time I meet a new person, every time a new person comes to strike up a conversation with me, I will think of him. Compared with him, others are nothing." Justin is listening to Zhu Zhengting's eloquence, "by the way It's natural, it's really ridiculous, this relationship came to an abrupt end, without even an ending..."

"We are graduating in half a year, leaving this place, you will have a brand new life."

Zhu Zhengting did not answer.

When he graduated, he, Bi Wenjun and Cai Xukun escaped from this net as if they were fleeing.

While packing her luggage, Bi Wenjun saw the spare keys in her trousers pocket, and it was time to say goodbye to him.

When he went to the familiar building, opened the familiar door, and saw Zhu Zhengting who was packing his luggage, that thin back whose soul seemed to be floating, he hugged him within a few steps.

Zhu Zhengting didn't even struggle, this posture, this smell, he knew who it was with his eyes closed.

Both of them closed their eyes, "How are you?" Bi Wenjun asked with a hoarse voice.

"It's okay...how about you?"

"We are all the same, so I'm fine." Bi Wenjun smelled the smell above his head, "That dress..." He saw the coat blowing in the wind from the corner of his eye.

"Even that dress bullies me..." Zhu Zhengting turned around and hugged Bi Wenjun, raised his head and put his chin on Bi Wenjun's shoulder, "That dress won't let me..."

"Then I'll take it away." Bi Wenjun said softly, her voice was a little choked, but she still held back.

"I don't want..." Zhu Zhengting held onto Bi Wenjun's clothes, "Then I will have nothing left."

"Believe me, I will come back with the fearless Bi Wenjun." Bi Wenjun's heartbeat was firm.

"I believe in you, but we are all just sand in the years. In five or six years, where will you flow, where will I flow, and when I see you again, will things be different? You are more mature than me. You understand these truths better than me..." Zhu Zhengting still cried, crying until Bi Wenjun's shoulders were soaked.

"I know......"

"You still have the key, give it back to me so I can check out the house."

"Even if you don't live here, keep it. I'll pay the rent."

"it is good……"

The two were lingering with their eyes closed, from dark to blue, on the sofa, in the bathroom, in the kitchen, on the dining table... Bi Wenjun and Zhu Zhengting fell asleep cuddling each other, woke up and kissed, Zhu Zhengting grabbed Bi Wenjun Bi Wenjun scratched Zhu Zhengting's leg, and Zhu Zhengting scratched Bi Wenjun's arm and chest for bleeding marks. They refused to let go. Passing each other, fearing that the other party would just disappear like this, they tossed and turned on the ground until Zhu Zhengting passed out from sleep with his legs full...

The two boys were panting heavily, spraying each other's faces, sweat, tears and saliva on the hair. Before Zhu Zhengting fell asleep completely, he put his arms around Bi Wenjun's neck and said in a fascinated voice, "I regret it..." He Swallowing, "I would rather you didn't see me today... would rather you resent me a little... so that I will be more deeply in my mind from now on...".

Sitting behind him, Bi Wenjun pinched his small, sweaty chin and faced herself, "We made each other suffer, and you suffered, Zhu Zhengting, you and I promise me that next time we meet again without fear, we will In any case, don't torture each other by being together and then leaving again." He pinched Zhu Zhengting's chin with blurred eyes and sweat on his eyelashes, and looked at Zhu Zhengting's swollen lips, "OK? You want good..."

The next day Zhu Zhengting woke up on the bed, wearing pajamas cleanly, and sat up rubbing his forehead. The room was empty.

If he hadn't seen the neat breakfast on the table, he would have suspected that all of this was just a shameful dream, so he sat on the round table with his waist leaning on the breakfast.

The iron spoon smacked against his teeth, and he began to bite the index finger of the spoon soullessly while eating. The index finger was bloody and bloody, and he went to grab the fried dough sticks again. The bloody fried dough sticks were a bit sweet and bitter, and he wanted to never eat them again. It's fried dough sticks. After thinking for a while, he changed his clothes and washed his face, and left the rental house with his luggage...

The author has something to say: the original work of Memoirs of a Geisha is very good-looking, and there is also a collection of essays "The Stars Are Already Already", which is a bit hypocritical and sour, but it is very good-looking.