jealous tail

I was forced to leave the hospital. In fact, I was recommended to go out in the fourth month, but I dare not go. I am afraid that I will get sick in the street. It is too embarrassing. , then I'm screwed.

The reason why I couldn't live was because I had no money, and I had very little money left, which was only enough to pay for one year's expenses. It was a very sad story, full of a strong sense of tragedy.

On the day I came out, I went to the hospital to return the beads. I sat in the park for a while and basked in the sun with Jin Yeyu. He hadn't seen the scenery outside for a long time.

I met a strange handsome guy and chatted with him for a while, somehow he looked familiar, and somehow felt that I had seen him before, he looked like Jin Yeyu, but also thought of Du Tingwei, but he didn't look like anyone, this feeling was very strange.

The golden leaf elm next to me had already lost its leaves, so I told him the story of the golden leaf elm on a whim, so that the golden leaf elm could also listen.

But as I was talking, I almost mentioned Du Tingwei, so I shut up and let the wind blow, and almost lost the beads with my head raised.

The doctor had given me the address before, and told me to go to him when I wanted to come. With the beads in my mouth, I felt like I was going to complete the solemn handover ceremony.

The doctor is still so young, wearing a white coat, sitting there quietly and gentle, the noon sun shines on his face, he closes his eyes to feel, in front of him is a small pot of golden leaf elm, beautifully pruned, with golden leaves Holding the light.

"The clothes are beautiful, and there is a sense of solemnity just coming out of them."

He said.

I looked at the black coat that was obviously too big, smiled, and said that it was my brother's clothes stolen.

I gave him the beads, and he quickly wrapped them in paper, then dug a small hole in the pot of flowers, and put the beads in.

I asked him, don't you look at him?How to put it in directly.

He said, he can't look at it, but put him in while he is not paying attention, otherwise he will be unhappy when he finds out that the owner has changed.

I came out of the hospital and looked back at the window of the office where the doctor was basking in the sun. He waved goodbye to me, and I waved back with a smile.

We are a bunch of weirdos, we are clearly a drama between Zhenggong and Xiaosan, but we are like friends for many years.

Jin Yeyu, maybe you have been stubborn to the wrong person from the beginning to the end, he seems to like you more than any of us.

As I walked, I arrived at Du Tingwei's gallery. It was still open, and it didn't fade away because of the boss's departure from the country and a broken relationship. It was due to sister Yu's hard work.

I pulled the turtleneck over my mouth and walked in covering my face, so it should be okay.

Entering the door is a long corridor, mainly decorated in white, and the walls are covered with paintings. I looked at the paintings a little childish, similar to my paintings, so I looked at the information of the works, and found that these are all children's works. Drawn by the students of the little sapling project I funded.

Obviously I dare not go to see them myself, because I feel that my hypocritical charity is not worthy of their thanks, but he noticed, my small thoughts, I still want to be a good person.

Du Tingwei is really a cunning person, he always has a way to make people's eyes sore.

I don't know how his head is so long, how he can think of everything for others, but he has this time and energy but never thinks for himself, what a fool.

I read all those paintings, and I take back my words, their paintings are not naive, they are from the bottom of their hearts, depicting the flowers of hope.

When you walk to the end of the corridor, you will enter the square hall. The second floor is a circular glass walkway, and there is a huge oil painting between the glass walkway and the ground.

I stood in front of it, so small.

There is a courtyard in the painting, and the courtyard is full of rhododendrons of various colors, pink, snow-green, white, luxuriant and gorgeous.

The blue cuckoo bird is pecking at the flower seeds on the ground, with its head down and carefree.

A candle was lit in the hut in the courtyard, and the candlelight elongated the figure on the window, and the two of them were head to head, swearing with fingers intertwined.

I approached it, stroking the birds, the flowers, the interlocking fingers.

The collar of the sweater fell off, and I bit my lip, looking at the information of the work in the lower right corner.

"Midsummer" by Du Tingwei.

"May your birthday be full of sunshine and never go out."

The collar of the sweater was wet, and I let it soak in the brackish water, not daring to say thank you to that name.

A paper airplane floated down from the second floor, circling in the air like a dead leaf, and finally landed at my feet. I looked up and saw a child holding a candied haws in his hand, pointing at the paper airplane and smiling at me. .

I took a deep breath to adjust my emotions, and joked to myself, even a child has more art appreciation than me even though I visited here at such a young age.

I bent down to pick up the paper plane, wiped away my tears, and felt pain in my heart. I finally received the paper plane, but it wasn't that person who flew it down for me, nor did it fly to me.

Picking up the paper airplane, I looked up but there was no sign of the child. I put it in the palm of my hand and looked at it carefully, and took it apart in disbelief.

Really, a movie ticket.

The movie ticket that I took from him and was taken back by him.

I pressed the pain in my heart and the throbbing spreading in the blood vessels, put it in the palm of my hand and slowly smoothed it until the creases were no longer so obvious, I put it back in my pocket, no, it was Du Tingwei's pocket , returning it to its original position and giving it a belated peace of mind.

I walked up the spiral wooden staircase to the second floor and saw more works there. I didn't know any of them, but this didn't stop me from praising them. Du Tingwei will hang them, it must be excellent.

I walked to the leisure area, and there was a white jade bottle with golden Lasfran on the white design round table, and a piece of paper was pressed under it.

I touched the petals, lifted the bottle, and saw the words on it.

It was a ticket to a concert.

Performer, Du Tingwei.

The time is exactly 5 minutes later.

I looked at the location on the ticket, and it was actually on the basement floor of the gallery. I didn't know that the gallery had a basement floor.

No wonder there was no one in the whole gallery, it turned out to be going to a concert.

Keep up, keep up!I took a few steps back, then turned and went downstairs, then walked quickly, then ran, using the speed and pace I was familiar with.

I ran to the silent lower floor, my forehead was covered with sweat, and I carefully pushed open the black wooden door of the concert, afraid of being discovered, and afraid of not being discovered.

But when I opened it, there was no auditorium, no audience.

In this empty place, there were no lights in the four corners, it was pitch black, like someone's wounded heart, only the stage was lit.

There was a black piano on it, and beside the piano sat a prince in a black tuxedo.

It's medicine for the heart.

The wall behind him is covered with golden sunflowers, they are all trying to grow towards the sun, I think of the flower language of sunflowers.

No one else in the eye, you are everywhere.

The prince pressed a key on the piano. He was more than ten meters away from me. I couldn’t see his hands, but I knew which key he was pressing because I had pressed that key many times. If you make trouble while playing, if you press too much, the key will collapse slightly.

But he stopped playing, and after pressing a key, he put his hands on his legs and waited.

I walked forward step by step, took a step, and shed tears. This long red carpet is like the way I greet my lover when I am newly married.

When I was only one step away from him, I finally stopped because he turned to look at me.

He was still so good-looking, with extra worry on his cold face, and unconcealable joy in his indifferent eyes.

In his eyes, the sadness finally disappeared, and the corners of my mouth raised to hold back a tear that I couldn't stop.

He is on the stage, I am off the stage, and we are separated by a scene.

"Why are you still crying? What I prepared is the little finger."

Memories come rushing in like a tide, and they are no longer obscure.

I pursed my lips, laughed and cried, "Then you, can't you change to a bigger one?" He got up, squatted on the stage, and stretched out his hand to me, sweeping the swallowtail on the ground, like a cuckoo pecking at flowers in the garden.

"Can you ask this audience to come to the stage to help?"

I didn't give him my hand, sniffed my nose, and muttered, "I didn't receive the money in pawn."

He laughed, giggled twice, and held back for fear of spoiling the atmosphere, "Then, can I forward you to WeChat after the end? Give that little candle."

I also laughed, and he stopped holding back, and the laughter of the two filled the entire concert hall, like the continuation of that sunny afternoon, we were never separated or panicked.

"But I don't have internet. Last time a fool used my mobile phone to watch movies and used up the data package. Now I only have 520kb."

The corner of his mouth was smiling, and the ten miles of scorching peach blossoms were no match for his fragrance.

He pretended to think, "Ah, then you can use my wifi, the password is 520."

I didn't collapse, I laughed again.

The lights of thousands of houses have been moored by my side as early as.

He stretched his hand closer, the fingerprints were the same as in memory, and the little finger was bent, showing that he was still nervous.

"Then, can you come up to co-act now?" I put my hand on it, he grabbed it, pulled me into his arms, and instantly healed all my heartaches.

"I'm sorry, listener, my foot slipped a bit."

I smiled in his ear and said, "It's okay, the money will be calculated separately."

He raised the corners of his eyes, smiled and pushed aside the stool, and pulled me to sit down in front of the piano.

"What do you want to play?" "What can you play?" "I can't do anything. I can press a button and step on the pedal. I'm good at scooter."

His eyes were shining brightly under the light, and he was smiling, and the sunflowers behind him seemed to grow on his eyelashes.

He put my hand on the keys gently, and my little finger pressed down on the black key mischievously, and he pampered me.

A beep sounded countless times, I stopped and told myself that in my lifetime, I love him countless times.

"This listener, please spread your fingers."

I did so, and as soon as we parted, he put his fingers between mine.

Layers of overlap, tight fit, our fingers intertwined.

He looked at me, the gloomy starlight in his eyes formed a Milky Way, we really haven't seen each other for a long time.

"Then, let's play "Canon"."

"The Tail of Jealousy" is finally over. I thought about a lot of testimonials, but I can't say anything here. Whether it's Jin Yeyu, Xia Zhushen and Du Tingwei, none of them is perfect, even very gentle. The well-behaved Du Tingwei is actually an out-and-out self. The rules and regulations of the world can't hold him back at all. His three views follow his preferences. He doesn't care about the world at all. Fundamentally speaking, he is actually the most Horrible and crazy, he watched Xia Zhushen and his father's life and death parting, and he was able to calmly draw a painting under the big tree not far away that he thought was the beauty of life and death. Needless to say, a murderer and a teaser are not good people, but at the same time, the three of them have something that makes people like it and makes people feel distressed. I think this is the most embarrassing part. Forget it, I will make up I can't go on, everyone, goodbye, I still want to do "A Quilted Friend"!Finally, I would like to say that countless regrets and misses will inevitably appear in a person's life. This is completely unavoidable, because none of us live with the skylight open. I only hope that these regrets and misses of you can be as warm and beautiful as possible. It's better, at least when I think about it, I won't run into tears until dawn, I love you, okay.