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Has the plane taken off?

Mao Fei was sitting in the terminal building, with nothing but a guitar in his arms to rely on like a cabbage. He bit his lip tearfully, trying not to cry out in public.

His little brother Pei has vented and confided, and now to start a new life, the first stop is to fly to the Aegean Sea to enjoy the sea breeze.

Mao Fei knew that he should be happy for him, and he was indeed happy for him, but he really couldn't adjust his mood so quickly, and the depression surrounded him, making him still uneasy at this moment.

This is what you can't love.

Mao Fei sniffed, the guitar was not covered, his fingertips touched the strings, and the notes vibrated with a slight flick.

Mao Fei thought, no wonder there is the word "heartstring". A person's heart is like a string being touched by another person, and the vibration of the apex of the heart is controlled by another person.

Today, Zhuang Mu, who didn't know what he had lost, cut Little Brother Pei's heartstrings with his own hands. From now on, Little Brother Pei will never make a prison for him again.

Tears rolled down his face, Mao Fei was very sad.

The mobile phone in the trouser pocket vibrated once when I went to MOMO to find Pei Li in the afternoon. The camera at home reminded Zhuang Zhou of "abnormal sound", and let him see the picture of Mao Fei falling in the living room because he ran too fast .

Mao Fei reluctantly took out his mobile phone, and when he saw that the caller ID was Zhuang Zhou, he was full of grievances and went straight to the sky. The second he connected, he couldn't hold back his crying anymore, and "woo" attracted a lot of attention.

Zhuang Zhou asked anxiously, "Fei Fei?"

Mao Fei cried for half a minute before sobbing: "Your brother is a bastard! You are a blind bastard!!"

Zhuang Zhou knew it was not good when he heard it. He could patiently comfort him about many things on weekdays, but he couldn't do anything about it.

"Boss Pei, is he okay?"

"...It's not good at all...Little brother Pei left...He left without stopping for a moment, went home to pack his luggage, bought a plane ticket, and left..."

Zhuang Zhou sighed silently, and coaxed softly, "Have you said goodbye to him?"

Mao Fei rubbed his eyes, and said "Yeah": "Farewell, I followed him to the airport shamelessly, we hugged before he went in, I was so sad... I can't bear him, and I'm afraid he will cry alone. ..”

There was silence on the phone for a few seconds, and Zhuang Zhou was also feeling emotional for this love that ended without a cause.

"Zhuang, do you think Brother Pei will cry all the way to Greece?"

Zhuang Zhou had a flash of inspiration and thought of a way to appease his baby that he might try.

"Did you go to Greece?"

"Well, I went to the Aegean Sea. He said he hadn't seen the sea yet. Did you know that brother Pei's name is not Pei Li, but Pei Ou, the gull of the seagull. He wants to see the sea. After he opens the bar Black and white have been turned upside down, daydreaming during the day and cocktails at night, he wants to leave MOMO, he doesn’t want to be a frog in a well anymore, he wants to experience the vastness of the world.”

Zhuang Zhou sighed softly.

Mao Fei was a little embarrassed: "I... am I being hypocritical?"

"Don't be hypocritical. When people are sad, their hearts are more gentle than usual." Zhuang Zhou heard the sound of the flight announcement, so he put down his thoughts of asking for the coordinates, "Baby, little brother Pei may cry all the way If you go to the Aegean Sea, you may be frustrated with pillows on the big bed in a sea view room of a luxury hotel, or you may pack a whole hot air balloon and fly in the sky like a seagull to vent your depression.”

Mao Fei fell into the "trap" unknowingly: "Although, in this way, it's, it's kind of like that... If it were me, I would be hugging on the wooden bed in 214 Wring your nose with paper, and then sleep in the dark..."

Zhuang Zhou smiled slightly: "Love and money, Boss Pei has at least one of them, more than the first, more than the next. And he is only 25 years old...I met you when I was 27 years old, and you only had five years ago in high school." Met me, so Boss Pei still has many possibilities, and he will also meet someone who loves him."

Mao Fei was convinced. Everyone loves to hear beautiful thoughts. He pursed his lips and said "hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" to add another degree of bliss: "Whoever loves him is also loved by him. Both love each other."

The bright lights in the terminal turned the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows into floor-to-ceiling mirrors, and it was already dark outside the windows.

Mao Fei gathered his depressed mood, especially wanting to pester Zhuang Zhou: "Are you busy?"

Zhuang Zhou was busy, helping Zhuang Mu to confirm the matters of tomorrow's banquet, he put down the matter book: "Not busy, I will be busy tomorrow."

"Then can you stay with me for a while longer? Come home with me, okay? I miss you so much, and I want to hear you talk."

Zhuang Zhou was a little worried about Mao Fei's condition, and he could hear him crying heartbreakingly for a long time. He asked, "The airport is far away from home. May I ask Zhan Yao to pick you up? I'll accompany you when I get home." Video, okay?"

Mao Fei quit, and walked out with the guitar on his back: "It's late at night, don't bother people. And I'm so ugly, I'm just a bloated big peach now, my face is swollen, I don't want to see people."

Zhuang Zhou couldn't help but feel distressed when he heard this, and couldn't help laughing lowly, compromisingly following his right and wrong in everything.

The weather in the afternoon turned from sunny to cloudy, and the weather in the evening turned from cloudy to light rain.

The bus got off halfway, and Mao Fei sat by the window watching the lewd rain.

The neon lights flashed colorful halos in the rain, and for a while, he let his imagination run wild, and a new dessert design inspiration popped up.

On the mobile phone, Zhuang Zhou revealed his secrets 10 minutes ago. Mao Fei heard the person in charge of the banquet asking if he could do it, so Mao Fei urged him to go to work, but begged him to put on a Bluetooth headset to talk, even if he only listened to the sound of breathing. He didn't want to hang up the phone either.

The light rain was getting heavier and heavier, and pedestrians on the road were running around to hide from the rain.

It's not a good day.

The depression that Mao Fei had recovered with great difficulty had the tendency of sweeping again.

He thought of a line of poem---Boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, but he couldn't remember the previous line, which made him blame God even more, is it just for him to find happiness?

Mao Fei was a little annoyed by himself.

He whispered, "Brother."

Zhuang Zhou stopped talking immediately, and responded with a gentle voice: "En."

Mao Fei pouted aggrievedly, he really missed Zhuang Zhou, but he could only cover the microphone to prevent him from hearing the sound of the rain that was getting louder: "I'm getting off the car, I'll be there soon."

"Okay, go back and take a hot bath. If you don't want to cook, order takeaway."

"Didn't you wrap me wontons? I just eat wontons, and I want to eat all the crispy radishes."

Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "Be good, and beware of sore throat."

The bus station is still 10 minutes away from Xingzhui Amano. Mao Fei couldn't bear to put the guitar on his head, let alone his head, he wanted to tuck it into his clothes.

Trotting all the way home, Mao Fei was drenched, humming, humming, and pressing his fingerprint twice to open the door before he was successfully recognized. As soon as Didi entered the door, he was repeatedly criticized by two hairy children. For most of the day, no one was at home !

Mao Fei acted carefully, for fear that Zhuang Zhou would see him in such a mess if he didn't pay attention, so he chased Huadan Xiaosheng away: "Stop rubbing, wet, wet."

Tiptoeing into the bathroom with the guitar in his arms, Mao Fei wiped the guitar clean from top to bottom with an absorbent cloth after stripping himself naked.

This is a souvenir from brother Pei, with "MOMO" engraved inside the guitar.

Not only a guitar, but also a cell phone.

Mao Fei was shivering from the cold, Huadan and Xiaosheng screamed anxiously at the bathroom door, the bathroom was their hell, the fear of being dominated by the bath made them both never set foot here.

After wiping, put hot water in the bathtub, Mao Fei tapped his toes and took the guitar to the study to put it away, and then slapped the two clingy goblins from beginning to end several times.

"Hua---, Sheng---, do you miss me? Do you miss your father?"

Two cats snore.

Mao Fei pursed his lips: "I miss your dear father too."

The bathroom door was left open, so that Hua Dan and Xiaosheng could enjoy the pictures of beauties bathing.

Submerged in hot water, Mao Fei lay down and breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pity that the depressed mood also seemed to be softened, evaporated, and burst out again.

Mao Fei knew that he shouldn't take that phone, he knew that seeing it would only make his heart hurt unbearably, and it would only make him feel unworthy of Brother Pei even more.

But that's it, it's all clearly known, but if people can stop themselves from knowingly committing crimes, probably there won't be so many regrets.

Mao Fei took a deep breath and turned on the screen. There was no lock screen or other software on the phone, and only the camera and photo album were on the desktop.

Mao Fei clicked on the album, and it showed a total of 826 photos, and then clicked on all the photos, and the loaded pictures... Even if Mao Fei was mentally prepared, he still burst into tears.

Most of them are Zhuang Mu, wearing all kinds of clothes, cooking, joking, fixing water pipes, drying sheets...

There are also a variety of meals, pimple soup, hand-rolled noodles, steamed buns, layer cakes...

Mao Fei remembered that when he took Pei Li back to the dormitory to carry his luggage, Pei Li asked what was delicious in the school cafeteria, and he said he liked to eat pasta.

I cried so much today that I couldn't hold the tears in my eyes.

Mao Fei sobbed and cursed, and while cursing, he masochistically went to find the photo that Pei Lizeng had sent him on the day "Stupid Feifei, contented and happy".

Found it, the time watermark is still on it.

Each photo has a time watermark, which spans three or four years.

In addition to the watermark, Mao Fei saw that the name of the potato soup was edited as: a little salty, but he said that there was progress, and there was no leftover after drinking it.

Huadan and Xiaosheng were frightened by the sudden cry, turned their backs to the plane's ear and looked at their adjutant.

This is at home, in the bathroom, not afraid of being heard by others or by the camera.

Mao Fei had a angina pectoris, bent his knees and hugged himself into a ball, and threw the phone under the water as if to vent his anger or escape.

When Pei Li handed it over to him, he said, "I know throwing it away won't help, but time will help me. If I don't look at them anymore, I will gradually forget them."

Pei Li's tears fell on the phone screen: "But I still can't bear it now, Feifei, you can throw it for me."

Mao Fei looked at this non-waterproof electronic product from dying to completely black screen, and calculated in his heart, 826 photos, that is, one meeting, how many photos to take?

Mao Fei couldn't figure it out, so he buried his face in the water to find a sense of suffocation.

When the bathtub was gurgling and heating up, Mao Fei picked up his phone and got out of the bath.

He took out Zhuang Zhou's home clothes and put them on, it was loose, and the cuffs and trouser legs had to be pulled up a few times, and then he put the broken memory tool on the flower stand on the balcony.

Wanted to let it dry, wanted to throw it away, didn't want to throw it away.

Mao Fei didn't delve into his ambivalence. He rubbed his sore eyes, sat in front of the easel and began to mix paints. He wanted to paint the inspiration that suddenly appeared on the bus tonight.

Huadan and Xiaosheng are clingy, jump on the wicker chair and wait for Mao Fei to play with them.

But time passed bit by bit, the hairs had been licked each other, and the adjutant was still playing with that paintbrush.

In the whole house, only the balcony was lit. Outside the balcony, the wind and rain of the early summer night were raging.

Mao Fei was concentrating on writing, thinking of Gorky's "Petrel" --- let the storm come more violently!

He frowned, seagulls are not petrels, whether they are or not, he is greedy for comfort.

He also remembered Pei Li wearing a beautiful white shirt, and said to him: "I regret it, if I go back to the past, three or four years ago, I will still meet him, I will meet him."

Mao Fei shook his head lightly, he didn't want the white gull to experience any more storms at all.

What is the Aegean Sea like?

Clear blue, calm, beautiful.

Mao Fei recalled the Aegean Sea he saw in the movie, and wished that there would be a sunny and good weather on the other side at this time.

He put down his pen and wrote under the main color of sea blue: Flying Gull.