Haimer

Almost immediately, Jian Yang stood up and was about to go out. He went all the way to the door of the restaurant and was blown by the cold wind before turning back and putting on the heavy down jacket hung on the back of the chair.

There were several empty taxis waiting in line on the taxi lane at the entrance of the restaurant, Jian Yang chose one at random, opened the door and sat in, the driver was shivered by the cold wind wrapped in snowflakes, and greeted him.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"go to beach."

Jian Yang answered.

The middle-aged driver turned on the ignition, and after waiting for a long time, he didn't get Jian Yang's next words. He glanced at Jian Yang from the rearview mirror: "Sir, you have to be more specific. The three sides of S City are the sea. I can't do it if you say that." Walk."

Jian Yang was stunned for a while before replying slowly: "...Let me think about it..."

"Dong dong."

Someone tapped lightly on the window.

On the side of Jian Yang's head, he saw a familiar face with sharp edges and corners.He blinked, pushed the car door down, spoke in an uncertain tone, and called out to the man softly.

"... Mr. Fu?"

"Well, it's me."

Fu Zheng's chest heaved violently, and he let out a cloud of white gas as he spoke.The bangs that were combed back were all scattered and messy on his forehead, making him look a few years younger.He leaned in and said a few words to the driver, closed the door, and the taxi drove away immediately.

"Hey——" Jian Yang gave Fu Zheng a puzzled and dissatisfied look, and before he had time to ask, he was attracted by the little crystal reflection of Fu Zheng's forehead.He stretched out his finger and touched it tentatively, then looked at the fingertips.

"Mr. Fu, you're sweating...but it's very cold today."

"Ah, is that so?" Fu Zheng took a breath, forced a smile, but only squeezed out a trembling arc that couldn't be called a smile, "Maybe the heating in the restaurant is too hot. Don't worry, wait for me." Just a moment. I'll drive you to the beach."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to shake Jian Yang's wrist again.However, what puzzled Jian Yang was that the man's big and warm hands before were a bit colder than the bracelet on Jian Yang's wrist.

He followed behind Fu Zheng, and returned to the restaurant again under the vaguely prying eyes of the waiter.On the ground next to the two people's original seats, a kraft paper shopping bag was upside down, and a few sticks of OH paint rolled out.Fu Zheng leaned over to pick up the few paints, hugged the paper bag in his arms with one hand, and was about to pull Jian Yang away.

After walking a few steps, Jian Yang suddenly stopped and broke his wrist from Fu Zheng's palm.

"Wait a moment."

Without waiting for Fu Zheng's answer, Jian Yang walked towards the empty table next to him, bent down to pick up an empty mineral water bottle from under the stool, and handed it to Fu Zheng, "This should be yours too."

Fu Zheng opened his lips to say something, but in the end he just took the empty bottle silently and put it in the shopping bag.

"Sir, your dessert——" the waiter held the exquisite dessert just delivered, and asked Fu Zheng uncertainly: "Do you need to pack it for you?"

Fu Zheng looked sideways at Jian Yang, and Jian Yang focused on looking out of the window, as if all the conversations here had nothing to do with him.He stared at Piao Xue with a youthful air on his face, full of agility and elusiveness.

"No need." Fu Zheng shook his head, before Jian Yang turned around to urge him, he grabbed Jian Yang's wrist again.

"Let's go, to the beach."

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In December, the seaside was empty, and even the nearby shops selling souvenirs were not open, and a row of shops with rolling shutter doors all looked extremely depressed.

When Jian Yang ran down from the car holding the painting tools, there was already a thin layer of white on the beach.Thin snow and fine sand are mixed together, slightly reflecting the faint sunlight passing through the clouds, shining brightly, stretching the entire coastline.

Fu Zheng carried the easel and folding stool for sketching, followed along the footprints left by Jian Yang, and printed two parallel sets of footprints on the sand.

Jian Yang walked along the beach for a while, stopped beside a sand dune, looked around, waved to Fu Zheng, and took the easel.

He skillfully set up the easel, placed the tools by his feet, and couldn't help frowning—the scenery was just right, and the sea breeze wasn't too harsh, but snowflakes falling on the drawing paper became troublesome.But if it is said to stop and give up at this point, Jian Yan will inevitably feel a little unwilling.

Just when Jian Yang was caught in a dilemma, the top of his head suddenly went dark.He looked up in surprise, and saw a huge parasol propped dangling above him, with the trademark of a certain drink printed on the blue and white striped background.

Jian Yang couldn't help laughing, and helped Fu Zheng hold the umbrella handle, watching the man in a suit and leather shoes clumsily fix the base of the parasol, "Mr. Has it been dismantled?"

Fu Zheng's movements paused, and his embarrassment flashed away.

"...Borrow it, and I will return it before I leave."

"Thank you," while speaking, the smile on Jian Yang's face never faded, "It was a great help."

With the cooperation of the two, the big umbrella finally stood firmly on the beach.Jian Yang began to focus on the scenery and the canvas in front of him, while Fu Zheng sat on the sand dune beside him, his eyes fixed on Jian Yang.

Fu Zheng has always only had a rough understanding of art, Cubism and Expressionism, and only a few simple and crude classic labels in his mind for paintings - Impressionism, Fauvism, Cubism, and Expressionism.It was not until he got to know Jian Yang that Fu Zheng began to learn to read the content and emotions contained in those paintings.

He wasn't trying to read the paintings.

He just wanted to understand Jian Yang.

Later, Fu Zheng found that no matter how he studied these things, Jian Yang when he was painting was still very far away from him.Jian Yang is always very focused when painting, completely immersed in the spiritual world that Fu Zheng doesn't understand, and all Fu Zheng can do is just watch.

After that, he learned to wait.

Fu Zheng watched Jian Yang's paintbrush smearing one by one - the sea, the sky, the snow, the sand, and the wind.The world in front of me is spread out on the canvas, and it is more translucent and magnificent than reality.Slowly, the snow did not know when it stopped, the clouds dispersed, and the outline of the setting sun appeared.So a touch of warm orange red was added to the drawing paper.

Jian Yang put the brush aside, stretched his shoulders, and let out a sigh of relief.

"This paint dries slowly, so it needs to be left to dry for a while." Jian Yang stepped on the footprints left by Fu Zheng before, and sat down next to Fu Zheng, "Are you cold?"

He glanced at Fu Zheng's coat, thought for a while, and then took off his scarf and handed it over.The collar of Jian Yang's down jacket covers Jian Yang's nose, and with the big hat, the scarf is irrelevant.

"You're very patient. Before Xiaoyun accompanied me to paint from life, she couldn't sit still after a while."

Fu Zheng smiled, "She's quite impatient. I'm better at waiting."

"Are you good at waiting?" Jian Yang squinted his eyes, and the leisurely smile on his lips faded a bit. He turned away from looking at Fu Zheng, but turned his gaze to the sunset on the sea level ahead, for a long time.

"Mr. Fu, you are really strange."

"why?"

"Because, waiting for this kind of thing has never been good or bad. It's just to see who is more passive and more patient."

Fu Zheng's pupils shrank, and he turned his head to look straight at Jian Yang.He looked at Jian Yang deeply, trying to discern clues from that handsome face, and there seemed to be a faint flame ignited in the depths of the dark pupils.

Sensing the gaze beside him, Jian Yang turned his head and looked at Fu Zheng indifferently.The light in Fu Zheng's eyes flickered for a while and then sank slowly in this calm gaze.There was a slight tremor in the line of his jaw, and it returned to normal in an instant.

"...I don't know. Sorry."

Jian Yang rolled his eyes, as if he wanted to laugh: "Why do you have to apologize? Everyone has something they don't know about themselves. For example, I——

"I've heard a melody before, it's very familiar, but I can't remember the name," he casually grabbed a handful of fine sand, and absent-mindedly hummed a few soft notes, with a breathy sound overflowing from his nasal cavity, "But it's amazing, I remember you did tell me the name of the song. It was in the restaurant... no, no, it was at the movie, it was at the movie..."

Jian Yang's voice gradually weakened, and soon became clear again, "Look, I also have a lot of things I don't know about myself. I don't know where I heard this song, and I don't know whether I was in the restaurant or in the Movie theater, and I don’t know if I knew you before. You seem to know me very well, and I don’t even know who you are.”

"It suddenly became very chaotic here, I'm a little scared." Jian Yang smiled and pointed to his head, his volume suddenly increased: "Don't look at me! I said I don't know anything!"

His whole body trembled uncontrollably.

"I know."

Fu Zheng pressed Jian Yang's gradually tense shoulders, and repeated in a hoarse voice: "I know."

"The name of that song is 'Howlongwill I love you', and we were in the restaurant when I told you the name of the song."

He choked for a moment, then continued steadily:

"Before today, you didn't know me. I'm Fu Yun's brother. Just Fu Yun's brother. Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

He repeated these words over and over again until Jian Yang focused his distracted attention on what he said.

Jian Yang's chaotic pupils finally converged gradually.

"... Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you?"

He looked at Fu Zheng's hand on his shoulder in confusion, then turned his gaze to the place where the sea and the sky meet.The setting sun has begun to approach the sea level infinitely.

"gorgeous."

Fu Zheng weakened the strength in his hand, let go of Jian Yang's shoulder, and stared at him intently.Unexpectedly, at this moment, Jian Yang suddenly turned his gaze and met his gaze.

Jian Yang watched Fu Zheng's eyes very seriously.The man's deep and gentle eyes made him feel something.

"Mr. Fu, do you like me?"

Although it is a question, Jian Yang has an inexplicable intuition about the answer to the question.

Sure enough, Fu Zheng answered as he expected without much hesitation.

"Yes. I fell in love with you at first sight."

"It should be a very happy thing to watch the sunset with the one you love." Jian Yang smiled and patted the sand off his palms. "How precious is the time spent together by two people."

Fu Zheng tried his best to maintain a faint smile on his lips, nodded slightly, and agreed with Jian Yang: "You are right."

"Then," Jian Yang turned his head and looked at the sea level again, with a gentle and calm tone.

"Don't cry any more."