The Greatest

The taxi stopped at the corner of the street. After paying the bill with the driver, Eddie opened the door and got out of the car.But he took a long way to reach his destination.

The street is very wide, there are not many pedestrians on the road, and the only few shops are bars with neon lights.

Eddie was still wearing his 'work clothes' tonight - a black shirt and his old jeans.

He should have been wearing this set of clothes for more than ten years since he started wearing them.It's not that this dress has never been thrown away, but that he has always bought this style to use as work clothes.

Walking to the corner at the end of the street, he also arrived at his destination, the bar named 'NIGHT'.And this bar is a well-known 'gay bar' in this area.

Strangely, the gatekeeper at the door was nowhere to be seen tonight.Eddie was puzzled for a few seconds, so he had to open the door and walk in on his own.

He saw that there was still a bit of paint on his hands that hadn't been washed off, but he didn't bother to care about it.

As soon as he entered the door, the deafening music in the room began to brainwash him. Tonight seemed to be a night of heavy metal music. The hysterical and manic tune made people's skin crawl.

Even at one o'clock in the morning, this big bar is still full of people.The dance floor is full of dancing people, and there are not many seats in front of the bar.

Finding a remote empty seat, Eddie let out a long sigh of relief after sitting down.And before his butt was hot, someone grabbed his shoulders violently.

"Hey, brother, why did you come first, or alone?"

Eddie turned around and smiled helplessly.

This is his good friend, Oss, who he has only known for a few months, and also one of his 'fans'.

He took his paintings to an art exhibition a few months ago, and the two of them met there, and then they met again in this bar.After the two discovered the 'common ground' of each other, they directly upgraded to become friends who talked about everything.

Oss likes to curl the front of his hair on purpose. I don't know if it's because of too much exercise tonight, and the curled hair becomes wet and hangs down.

And Eddie also noticed that tonight Oss put on his favorite piece of 'attracting bees and attracting butterflies' clothes.

Eddie couldn't help showing a meaningful smile.

"I'm still thinking about what you are going to do tonight. It turns out that you are really here to have fun."

Hearing this, Oss patted him on the back violently.He protested angrily.

"Who told you to do it all, but I am alone."

Eddie smiled and said nothing, just took a sip from the glass handed by the bartender.

Oss chatted nonsense, talking about how the handsome boy who just danced with him suits him, and the pair of little laces he met just now are very interesting.

Then he asked suddenly.

"Where's Bout?"

The dripping glass stopped before his mouth, and Eddie, who had been silent all this time, put down the glass and rubbed his eyes wearily.

The music was at its climax, and someone on the dance floor could be heard shouting excitedly from the bar.

Oss has been waiting for a response, and he can see that his friend's status is not right now.

Bout is the lead singer of a rock band and Eddie's 'buddy'.But to put it bluntly, they are homosexuals.

The two were together nine years ago, and have maintained this relationship until now and have never been separated, so they were collectively called 'About' by people in the same circle.

The length of time they have been together, even if it is placed between ordinary lovers, it is time to consider whether to go on forever.

Get a certificate, and then circle each other with wedding rings.

But for nine years, the two never mentioned the matter, or even discussed it with anyone.

Eddie looked at Wuming, who was stained with red paint, and pointed out that the lively crowd didn't make him any interested, and the singer's hysterical high-pitched voice was extremely harsh to his ears.

Listening to this piece, he thought of another person.

The man also sang this song.At that time, he was able to stand at the front and listen to the end with great seriousness and intoxication.He stood under the stage and listened, while the other party sang selflessly on the stage.Any cheers and singing from the audience could not distract the singer.

But there will always be a moment when the eyes of the two of them will meet.After that, he smiled knowingly at the same time, and returned to the previous state again.

However, I don't know when it started, maybe this year, or maybe a few years ago.Because of work, he has to stay at home and in the studio all day, so the number of times he can listen to that person sing is getting less and less.

That person has just started working, and this year he even organized a small concert tour.

And the lead singer's busyness can be seen from his shorter and shorter call time.

Eddie smiled wryly, but responded softly.

"I don't know, where is he..."

In fact, not only now, but in the past nine years, even before the two of them got together, he always didn't know where that person was.

He and Bout had known each other in high school, and both had taken classes with a French teacher.

They were the only two boys in the French class, which was the most difficult to learn and the most difficult for the teacher to handle, and that bohemian But Fran skipped the first class.

The teacher always had a straight face when he spoke, and he had a particularly strong southern accent.The teacher looked at him with the list, thinking that he knew But Fran, and directly gave him the task of notifying the other party to come to class.

At that time, he was busy preparing to participate in a modernist painting competition, and he had to go to the studio in the school every day besides class, so he finally forgot about it.

In the second class, both he and the professor found that the number was wrong.But when he was asked by the professor again, he was embarrassed to say that he forgot to find someone.

At that time, he simply dumped the blame, stating that he had already found someone.But it is clear that Bout skipped class on purpose.

And that day, when he left the studio, he was blocked at the door.

The person blocking him was none other than that But Fran.But at the time he didn't know who it was.

The man was standing in front of the studio door, with a guitar bag at his feet. It was clearly a non-smoking area, but he arrogantly smoked one cigarette after another.

Fortunately, the man didn't throw cigarette butts.

Originally, Eddie wanted to dissuade him, after all, he must pay attention to the surroundings of the studio.But as soon as he opened the door and was about to say, 'Sorry brother, this is a no-smoking area', he was robbed by the other party first.

"You're that Eddie?"

Not knowing where he offended someone, he was really at a loss and at a loss afterwards.Until the other party came over, he unzipped his schoolbag, took out a book to read, and finally took out his French notebook and put it in his trouser pocket.

"Huh?! Hey, you—"

"Dude, remember not to talk nonsense next time, not everyone is as good-tempered as I am. Also, lend me the notes first. I will return them to you."

The robber took his notebook with confidence, picked up his guitar and lit a cigarette again.

"I'm asking for leave for the next class, not skipping it."

At this point, Eddie knew exactly who the robber was.

Maybe it was because of the other party's strange personality and behavior, or maybe it was because of the 'guilty' of dumping the blame before, but he didn't say much or refuse.After that, his notes will always be snatched at the studio door.

Bout would come to the French class, but he always asked for leave every now and then, even after the art exhibition was over, he was still the same.

Therefore, the robbery at the door of the studio eventually turned into a robbery in front of the locker.

Bout Fran leaned against Eddie's cabinet door to smoke, but this time, many girls passing by greeted him with smiles.He just pursed his lips and smiled, occasionally nodding his head, but he didn't warmly greet her.

Eddie hesitated and passed. He took out his notebook ahead of time.Seeing him, the smoking man took a step back.

"Your grades are pretty good." Bout said so.

Eddie, who is self-aware, is even more confused, because his grades in school are not good.

The person who confused him suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, his eyes stared straight at him.

"I'm referring to your paintings. Didn't you go to the art exhibition?"

How could this person know?

Eddie didn't speak, just handed the notes to the other party.

The robber took the notebook and counted the pages like a school bully collecting protection money.Added at the end.

"Why are there so many this time? I'm tired of copying."

Now I just learned grammar, and I also assigned a bunch of reading assignments.Will it be easy?

Thinking of this, Eddie opened his locker, and he prepared to leave school after tidying up.He walked a few steps, but turned around to find that the robber was still following him.

Looking at each other, the person behind him shook his head and sighed again.

"Has no one told you that all your mental activities are written on your face?"

Hearing that the other party was making fun of him, Eddie couldn't be happier.He just replied.

"Yes, it's not you."

The people behind him laughed out loud, and both of them had already reached the school gate.Boot threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, walked quickly to him, and spoke to him in a strange low voice.

"The location of your painting competition is just next to the place where I performed. I took a look at it."

"No. 1, and you are given a special comment? I don't usually see that you are so capable in school."

You're seeing too much at this glance.Eddie was so slanderous that he didn't intend to speak.

The people around him had no intention of leaving or changing paths, as if they were following him.And there are still chatters.

"By the way, what is your work called Mous? Mobius?"

At this point Eddie finally couldn't hold back his mouth.

"It's Mobius."

But what he didn't expect was that the other party actually chuckled immediately.

"I know, I know it's Mobius. I just want to hear it from you."

baffling.

Eddie was going home at the next corner, and the people who were with him finally parted from him at the corner.

"Hey, I know there is a quiz tomorrow, you should review it. I will return the notes to you at night if I can, can you come and get them?"

Beside the red telephone booth, Eddie turned his head with his drawing board in his hands.He was wearing the black shirt and the most common pair of jeans on his lower body.

"You want me to get it? Why?"

The man with the guitar took out the notes in his pocket and shook his hand at him.

"In the evening, where you competed, there is a bar at the corner of the opposite block. I performed there. I saw you at the last art exhibition. Then, this time, come and see me."