Accelerated Escape on the Moon River

Dog's tooth flowers are in bloom in the bushes on the sunny side of the law school.

A few flowers are fried together, and the crescent white made of soaked fungus.

Quan Tang was watching the movie version of Crayon Shin-chan again, and he had just finished watching Steven Universe.

The phone vibrated, and he picked it up to look at it with bright eyes, then pouted his mouth high.It turned out that the owner of the homestay sent him a message.

There will be a time difference between him and Qu Chaoyuan, and his friends from all over the world will come the day after tomorrow.

A mobile holy day that belongs to them. *

Recently, he has long stopped discussing Scorsese’s lens and Quentin’s narrative with his friends. Last year, he tended to those veterans and experts who played with structure, and loved Rohmer’s dialogue and Grapes of Wrath. This year, these experiences are again changed.

It is because Quan Tang, who came to sophomore year, can see more and more the beauty of documentary-style narrative and dark use of lighting. He loves the person holding the camera so much, and loves the four springs so much. Can't wake up from the clever and clumsy straightforward narrative.

He saw a superbly restored Soviet documentary in the archives. The girl next to him was still reading a collection of poems by Mayakovsky before entering the venue. , the girl also pursed her lips and smiled to share with him, so far she has gained a friend.

Quan Tang dreamed in the daytime that he might be able to go with the teacher next time.

I want to give the teacher my collection of photos, Blu-rays and posters in duplicate. If there is no way to make a double copy, I will give the unique ones to the person he likes.The movie peripherals he collected, posters of the current season, precious movie tickets of the archives, posters that took him a year to buy in the last century, and limited gifts in the lottery, all should be given away at once.

Why hasn't his favorite person come back yet?

The phone vibrated again, it was still not Qu Chaoyuan, but the eldest brother in his group, who sent a message asking him where the place was.

The eldest brother he met in the most northwest corner of the country is the leader of the group, and the other party is a strong admirer of the second and third generations of directors. It seems that his father is a documentary filmmaker and has been with the eagle all his life.

The rest of the friends have their own hobbies, some love stream-of-consciousness extended shots; some especially like music biography and bright colors; some prefer regular composition and religious culture.

Their hobbies are difficult to comment on. Every year, they get together to exchange posters and Blu-rays, drink and eat together, travel in a city, and watch movies related to the city.

Quan Tang's favorite this year is probably a certain theater version of Chibi Maruko-chan.

No matter what others are like, he will hold everyone's head down and appreciate it together.

When I am in a relaxed mood, I just think of Qu Chaoyuan, think of Qu Chaoyuan, I don’t want to watch any movie that makes people frown, I just want to sing and laugh, and watch cartoons.

In the flashbacks, the woman's lazy and erotic red lips are no longer meaningful in his eyes, and the explosive emotional catharsis and drug-like color block rendering will make him happy.

It is his favorite that fits his emotional outburst towards the teacher for a moment.

So, when will the teacher come back?

Quan Tang didn't dare to call Qu Chaoyuan, for fear of affecting the other party's work, and he didn't have the key to the other party's house in his hand, only a tie that was handed out.

When the teacher comes back this time, will he give me the key to his house?Quan Tang thought sweetly.

It's such a joy, just thinking about the fact that I'm already with my teacher.

Quan Tang couldn't help it, and called Qu Chaoyuan when he was watering the vegetable field in the evening.

Qu Chaoyuan's voice could not hear any emotional changes, it was still soft and sweet.

"Teacher." As soon as Quan Tang heard his voice, he unconsciously began to act like a baby, kicking and stomping on the ground, smiling happily.

Qu Chaoyuan asked him: "What's wrong?"

"When will the teacher come back?" Quan Tang was anxious, "Why did it take so long to go?"

Qu Chaoyuan's light laughter was like clouds: "Didn't you just leave for two or three days?"

Quan Tang was distressed: "Yes, but it's been a long time. The teacher left and didn't come to my dream at night. Isn't this just four or five days away?"

Quan Tang let out a long sigh: "I miss you so much, if it weren't for your tie to accompany me these few days, I wouldn't be able to sleep at all."

Qu Chaoyuan was stunned by his words, and his tone became puzzled: "What tie?"

Quan Tang said sadly: "It's the one you wore in class at the end of February. When we met for the first time, the content of your class that day was about kissing each other. I thought why did the teacher come to kiss each other as soon as he came up?" Where did you go..."

Qu Chaoyuan's face must have turned red: "...Quan Tang! You little rascal!"

Quan Tang said vigorously, "This tie looks so good on the teacher! When I come back, I will tie the tie on for the teacher myself!"

He kissed the phone loudly twice, and Qu Chaoyuan blushed over there.

The little hooligan opened his mouth full of fiery words of love, no matter how he ignored them, he would also pour out hot words in the dog days.

Qu Chaoyuan couldn't imagine how this little rascal would tie him, whether he would pull the tie and kiss him in circles after finishing the tie.As long as he thinks about it, he can remember how this sweet-talking little hooligan really looks like a hooligan.

When lying under him, the lips and waist were as soft as they wanted, and they collapsed into a crescent moon, but the buttocks were raised high, and one of the two overripe peaches was narrow and sweet, and the teacher's turbid semen flowed out. , aggrieved and indulgently sucking and sucking him.Qu Chaoyuan held his waist with one hand, feeling the trembling of his body caused by the bursting of the dike.

Qu Chaoyuan's heart suffocated, and the heart and brain transported the sweet substance synchronously.

The special smell of Quan Tang's body, the smell of forest and wildfire, sea dew and broken jade, turned into a group of fluttering red butterflies, flying in his skull, flapping their wings triumphantly, subduing this helpless situation for themselves. man.

When Qu Chaoyuan stuck the tip of his nose into the warm depression of Quan Tang's spine, he almost drowned in the butterflies.

The smell diffused from Quan Tang's flesh and bone marrow, making him dizzy.

Even though he had to go to the forum with the dean to participate in the dialogue and research at night, Qu Chaoyuan had to admit that he missed Quan Tang.

He missed Quan Tang so much, he was hundreds of kilometers away, and his heart beat like never before because of the attraction of a word.

He really missed Quan Tang, the boy who was held in his arms and embraced him so closely.

The theory of minor competition, the theory of separation, the special relationship between the competition and cooperation of legal articles, Masahide Maeda, Feuerbach, the principle of merger... He forgot all of them.Scholars from the Fifth Academy and Four Departments, experts from the Public Prosecution and Judiciary, he didn't want to see anyone.He didn't even care how vicious eagle eyes those elderly forensic experts had, and he didn't care if they saw the shake in his heart.

When Qu Chaoyuan returned to school after this trip, he was already impatient.

He hastily finished his task, the final stage of sorting out materials and speeches, if the dean was still silently watching him from the sidelines, his mind would not know how far he would fly away.

This time he must have let the old professor down.

As the bus transferred to the plane, the mountains gradually disappeared, and Qu Chaoyuan's body gradually became lighter.

When Qu Chaoyuan was looking for Quan Tang in the school with his whole body exhausted, his heart was light and full.

Quan Tang did not contact him in advance, and the teacher looked for this child based on his own feelings.

In short, Quan Tang will only go to those few places.

After a small hill, he found Quan Tang.

The small hill is covered with thick brown shrubs, and behind it are several skewed vegetable fields in the school.

Quan Tang was squatting and singing to the palm-sized pumpkin.

His crouched body turned into jellybeans connected head to tail, still shaking.

Quan Tang's singing voice is very different from his speaking voice. He sings with a small sweet voice, undeveloped, crisp and fresh, with a cool and crystal clear honey feeling.

Those tunes and lyrics flowed from his parted lips without stagnation, turning into a Moon River.

The boy sang to the developing green pumpkins in August.

Qu Chaoyuan's heart softened into a puddle of mud.

He smiled lightly and said, "Quan Tang, you sing so beautifully."

Surprised and delighted, Quan Tang squatted on the ground and suddenly turned around, and staggered back when he couldn't stand still.

He stood up quickly, perhaps squatting for too long, and staggered again.

Qu Chaoyuan supported his forearm.

"teacher!"

Quan Tang was like a puppy, his tail frantically wagging behind him, turning into a propeller.

Qu Chaoyuan suddenly saw himself glowing in his eyes.

This terribly abundant love eroded him, and his surroundings were instantly filled with red butterflies buried deep under Tang's skin. The scent of cranberries and roses merged into a flowing river, and his eyes met his own. The splendor of chasing the stars and the moon blooms in an instant!

He loves me so much.Qu Chaoyuan made a pertinent and modest evaluation.

With Quan Tang until now, Qu Chaoyuan has always been able to skillfully use extreme words such as 'too', 'very', and 'extreme' in the relationship between Quan Tang and him, which should not appear in academic research. Sometimes Qu Chaoyuan felt that this omen was bad, and sometimes he felt complacent about floating on the waves.

The love of the students is the jet of water that rushes into the tin bucket. It is white, hard, and rushing. After receiving a bucket, he wiped his sweat and handed it over generously: "If you don't have enough, come again!"

Quan Tang sniffed his scent, and plunged into the teacher's chest, not caring whether anyone passed by the campus at dusk.He wrapped his two arms affectionately around Qu Chaoyuan's waist, wanting to bury him deeply in Qu Chaoyuan's body.

Qu Chaoyuan had never felt that a hug made of glue could arouse such a big reaction in him. The rational part of his mind completely disappeared, turning into a ball of marshmallows wanting more hugs.

"I miss teacher so much!! I miss teacher so much!"

Qu Chaoyuan felt a warm, steaming feeling that made him feel ashamed, so sweet that his throat itched.He even had some eye sockets burning.

The feeling of being loved and depended on made him more fulfilled than ever.

"You look up." Qu Chaoyuan said softly.

Quan Tang was obedient and raised his head high.

Qu Chaoyuan rubbed his back, lowered his head and kissed him.

This is a very long kiss, longer than Quan Tang's "Moon River".

After the kiss, Quan Tang still felt that it wasn't enough, so he pouted and wanted to kiss again, Xiaoyu kissed Qu Chaoyuan's side of the face like bubbling.

He twittered to Qu Chaoyuan about the little pumpkin in the vegetable field, and Qu Chaoyuan nodded and drove him home while listening.

Quan Tang sat in Qu Chaoyuan's co-pilot, playing with the gifts he brought back, and was overjoyed.

"What a coincidence, we were supposed to meet today, but we got delayed on the main road. They said there was a mudslide over there, so we said we would meet again tomorrow."

Qu Chaoyuan heard a little bit: "Your film team."

Quan Tang nodded.

Qu Chaoyuan asked: "Are there enough funds for the event?"

Quan Tang told him proudly: "Enough, enough, I accepted the draft last month, and I gave it one thousand and two."

Qu Chaoyuan glanced at him quickly: "Do you rely on this to make extra money?"

Quan Tang thought for a while, his proud expression gradually faded, and he pouted his lips, the boss was not happy: "Actually, I wrote one in fifty, and very few of them get in."

Qu Chaoyuan worried about him: "Your room is also arranged?"

Quan Tang's eyes lit up, he nodded and said: "Yes, I told them the password of the homestay, the first ones will go, and those who don't arrive will be together tomorrow."

Qu Chaoyuan skillfully turned the corner and turned into a straight Wutong Avenue.

"Why don't you go today?"

Quan Tang said: "I always feel that something unexpected is about to happen today, and I want to wait."

The car windows reflect the watery green branches, intertwined and intertwined, a dense scene.

The leaves of the sycamore tree are covered with a layer of sugar shell at dusk, and they make a sound of ding ding dong dong.

Green waves flooded.

With a smile, he leaned over and kissed the top of Qu Chaoyuan's head.

"It's great, something really good happened."

He returned to his seat obediently, touched the gray car window with his fingers, shook his feet, and began to sing after being quiet for a while.

Qu Chaoyuan has never heard of it, a flexible Russian song.

His hanging heart was slowly returned to its original place by the singing.

"I didn't know before that you sing so well."

Quan Tang smiled and said, "I learned from my father."

Qu Chaoyuan never had the idea of ​​inquiring into his family affairs, but now he wants to investigate: "Is your father a singer?"

"Probably." Quan Tang replied briskly, "He drives a bus, and a music bus, he sings wherever he goes."

Qu Chaoyuan understood, it turned out that only such a family could produce such a person as Quan Tang.

"Then your mother also made music?"

"No." Quan Tang said, "My grandfather's family is in politics."

Qu Chaoyuan let out a 'huh' and declined to comment.

Quan Tang was quiet for a while, and he raised his face to ask Qu Chaoyuan to praise him: "I will go to them tomorrow morning and report the itinerary to the teacher."

Qu Chaoyuan said lightly: "Good boy."

Quan Tang didn't speak, his body froze suddenly.

The shadow of the leaves is like a crackling meteor flying fire, hitting the car window and embedded in the glass to seal it.

Qu Chaoyuan looked to the side, wondering why the boy was silent all of a sudden, and found that his entire face was red, all the way to the scalp.

"what happened?"

Quan Tang was shy, his eyes gleaming.

"Teacher, drive faster." His voice was broken, and there was some panting, "I'm hard."

young people.

*Hemingway recalled his youth in Paris called