embrace the moon

After Gu Yu communicated with the organizer, he came to the large conference room. There were artist portraits hanging on both sides of the long corridor. He looked all the way along the corridor, and finally stopped in front of an exhibition board.

There was no one around, and the voice of communication was lightly heard from outside the hall.He reached out and gently stroked the photo exhibition board.

The temples are cut like a knife, the eyebrows are like ink paintings, the eyes are light, gentle and silent.Her hair is smooth and her mouth is smiling. Even the white shirt with the collar looks like clouds floating in the sky. No matter how close they are, there is a sense of distance.

When he separated from Jian Qiao five years ago, he was still handsome and handsome, but unexpectedly, after five years, he had grown softer.

That talented artist back then, that generation of rookies who had high hopes, fell silent on the cusp of the storm, and this silence lasted for five years.

It's not that Gu Yu hasn't paid attention to these news in the art circle, it's just that he is usually too busy with work, and secondly, he has mixed feelings in his heart.The genius boy Mingyue has finally become a thing of the past. Perhaps when some seniors are chatting, they will still mention a few words of this extremely gentle name.

At the beginning of this year, Gu Yu remembered very clearly that on his birthday, a new work came out, the scroll was 712 cm long, and the mountains and rivers in the painting were beautiful, some seniors were amazed.And the author's name, he is all too familiar with it.

The media and the public basically know that Jianqiao is Mingyue, and there are a few reports, but more people keep silent about it, as if they are afraid of committing some big taboo, afraid that the voice will be too loud, and they will be asked to change their name and go back to The artist in front of everyone fell silent again.

For a moment, the name Jianqiao replaced the Mingyue of that year and floated again, floating in the sky of the art circle.After a period of sluggishness, this era has begun to look forward to again. Of course, this is not due to Jian Qiao alone.

Soon, Lao Chen, a major contemporary art benchmark, published a picture album titled "Old Memories of the South"; Leng Qing painted a huge ink painting "Autumn Colors", changing the world in black and white; Shu Mu's "Shang Shang" sold nearly The highest price for paintings by young juniors in the past 20 years... All the painters have rushed to promote the progress of art.

Jian Qiao is back, the era that belongs to him and theirs. After a period of depression and silence, he wakes up without warning and rushes forward.

There are various voices on the Internet one after another, and some people always say things like "this should be at the level of Mingyue", "a genius is a genius".

When Gu Yu sees such remarks, he often puts down his phone and recalls everything in the past.

He knew that Jian Qiao was not a genius.The alternation of day and night, the clear light of the sun and the moon, cannot be dismissed simply by boasting "genius".People can only see the works five years later, who cares about those unknown moments of Jianqiao during the five years?

He cares.

Although they have not been in touch for five years, he still cares about everything about Jianqiao, even if he is the only one in the world who cares about it.

He noticed that even though Jian Qiao was not here today, as long as he thought that they were in the same city now, he would be nervous and anxious, looking left and right, afraid and looking forward to whether he would meet him at a certain street corner.Although he knows very well that the vast and prosperous Moscow will only make them miss each other.

He loved Jian Qiao, and Jian Qiao left him.

He was drunk all night in July of that year.In the countless entertainments I participated in in the future, I was not as drunk as that day.He lay on his back on the roof looking at the stars, and the night sky was full of Jian Qiao's smiling faces.He thinks back to the times when they laughed and played and knew each other, and the evenings they spent talking and having fun.

Gu Yu doesn't blame Jian Qiao, it's just that this world is quite cruel.When he was first in Moscow, he still occasionally lost his way, and sometimes he still thought that it would be great if he was not alone, if only he could see him.

While he was in a trance, someone pulled him aside, Gu Yu suddenly came back to his senses, and immediately looked away.Guan Xiaoli pulled his side hard, "Let's go."

"Well," Gu Yu turned around, "Have you got the information?"

Guan Xiaoli nodded, and walked into the conference room side by side with him, pointing to the back, "I will send you and Lao Li for the simultaneous interpretation at the opening, this time the simultaneous interpretation box is quite high-end."

Gu Yu looked along his fingertips and responded.

"For the last free forum, I always bring the translator with me," Guan Xiaoli flipped through the itinerary, quietly raised her eyes to look at his expression, and then said, "How about...you bring Jian Qiao?"

Gu Yu's heart tightened, he paused for a moment, and said, "He can speak Russian, so there is no need for an interpreter."

Guan Xiaoli didn't take it seriously, "Xuan, I haven't learned this for many years."

"Chen Fangxu will follow him, and I will talk to the old professor," Gu Yu asked, "The old professor must be slow to speak, can we steal food then?"

"Eat your loneliness," Guan Xiaoli picked up a pen to make notes on the schedule, and then murmured, "A turtle with a shrinking head."

When they left, as soon as they got in the car, they heard a commotion outside. It seemed that a group of people had arrived at the scene.Gu Yusheng closed the car window and stared straight ahead, "Let's go."

Guan Xiaoli put on her seat belt slowly and inserted the car keys, Gu Yu clicked her tongue, "Hurry up."

He had no choice but to start the car and drive away slowly, and at night he had to send Gu Yu to a social meeting.Sometimes Guan Xiaoli suddenly feels that she is not the manager of the team, but a handyman driver.

When socializing, Gu Yu always felt that he was absent-minded, and always thought of some irrelevant things inexplicably in his mind, and he didn't put aside those strange distracting thoughts until he was dizzy with alcohol for three rounds.

"Boss, thanks to you," the team member came out and gave him a strong rainbow fart, "If it weren't for your eloquence, the boss would not be happy just now."

Another group member said: "It's obvious that you are talking nonsense. I didn't see the expression on the boss' face at that time, it was unbelievable!"

...What's that weird expression?

The members of the group chattered in the back, but Gu Yu didn't bother to pay attention to them, and walked out of the hotel crookedly and got into the car.

"How much did you drink today?" Guan Xiaoli asked.

Holding the contract in his hand, Gu Yu looked up at him, with a playful blush on his face, and nodded obediently, "Yeah."

"Huh?" Guan Xiaoli was puzzled, "I asked how much you drank."

"You're right, I'm really good," Gu Yushi held on to the contract, and suddenly started singing, "Yang'er's intelligence is unimaginable..."

It's useless to ask, chicken and duck talk off the channel.Guan Xiaoli pulled the contract out of his arms, and managed to take it out until she almost hit the car door with all her strength.He threw the contract in the backseat and started the car.

in front of the house.

"Where's your key?" Guan Xiaoli asked.

Gu Yu raised his hand, "The contract is in the car, I'll get it." After speaking, he turned around and slipped away.Guan Xiaoli grabbed him with her backhand, "I asked you where the key is, it's usually in the briefcase, why isn't it there today?"

"Oh," Gu Yu nodded, thought for a while, opened his suit and shouted, "Magic pocket!"

Guan Xiaoli gritted her teeth and exhaled, pushed him against the door, and pointed at him in an unfriendly manner, "Gu Yu."

Gu Yu stepped forward and raised his arms to wrap his arms around him.

Guan Xiaoli was taken aback for a moment, then reflexively took a half step back, the temperature in her arms pressed against her chest.Gu Yu approached, almost hanging on him.

Guan Xiaoli: "I've only had about thirty girlfriends, so don't mess around."

Gu Yu said disappointedly: "You are going too far."

Guan Xiaoli was puzzled, "It's too much for me to find a key, and if I touch you, it's forced into prostitution?"

"Since you don't like me, why did you come to Moscow to find me?" Gu Yu asked.

"I..." Guan Xiaoli didn't know how to answer, "Quickly tell me where the key is, and don't gossip about it every time."

"This is not the worst," Gu Yu said seriously, "You have come to Moscow, and you still don't look for me?"

Guan Xiaoli pushed him away angrily, "You can fend for yourself."

Gu Yu slammed his back against the door and suddenly woke up, "Xiao Li."

Guan Xiaoli looked at him, Gu Yu reached into his coat pocket, took out a key, and grinned, "Go home."

Guan Xiaoli nodded angrily, "You put the key in my pocket, how could I guess it?"

After entering the room, he threw Gu Yu on the bed, poured a glass of water and put it on the bedside, and was about to leave when Gu Yu started mumbling again.

"It was you who said I liked you, it was you who said goodbye, and it was you who dangled in front of my eyes after saying goodbye," Gu Yu murmured while lying on the bed, "Bad boy Jianqiao, you must dream about it tonight." I will chase you with a knife."

Guan Xiaoli couldn't help laughing when she heard this, thought for a while, took out her phone, and left the apartment after a while.

The next morning, when Gu Yu woke up with a splitting headache, there was a glass of cold honey water by the bedside, he was wearing pajamas, and a coat was covered over the quilt.The suit has been washed and hung on the small balcony, and even the garbage in the room has been taken away.

Why did the little nephew suddenly become able to take care of others after his temperament changed so much? Gu Yu turned over and was about to go back to sleep when his cell phone rang suddenly, making him tremble in fright.

"How is it?" Guan Xiaoli asked on the other end of the phone.

"What about it?" Gu Yu was confused, "You bought the honey?"

Guan Xiaoli was silent for a moment, then changed the topic, "The computer collects the files."

Gu Yu responded, got up from the bed, and got back under the covers with the computer in his arms.

There was a sudden ding in the room.

Although this kind of integrated apartment saves space, it often has disadvantages. No matter where there is a sound, it can be heard clearly. He lives alone, and he always feels that there is a sound in other places.

Gu Yu got up from the bed again, wandered around the house, and finally found that the rice cooker in the kitchen was smoking.

"I'm going to die," Gu Yu turned on the rice cooker, and a smell of rice came to his face, "Yan Wangye invited me to drink porridge."

Even if it is really the king of Hades, I will eat enough before going on the road.Gu Yu filled a large bowl for himself without even the bottom of the pot, bowed to the rice cooker and said, "Thank you, Lord Yan."

He moved the computer to the table and said while drinking the porridge: "You still cook, the child will be different when he grows up."

Guan Xiaoli on the other end of the phone raised her eyebrows and gave a perfunctory dry laugh.

The following days were the same as usual. A few days later, on Friday, the opening ceremony of the forum was ushered in.

This morning's itinerary was just the opening of the lecture, but many people came to the scene, seniors and juniors in the art circle, small painters and masters, lovers and media workers... Gu Yu sat in the car and waited until the start There was no action in the first 10 minutes.

"Hurry up, you still need to adjust the equipment." Guan Xiaoli turned her head to urge him.

"Didn't Lao Li go?" Gu Yu said, "I'm the boss, and it's only when I'm late that I seem to be busy."

Guan Xiaoli shrugged her shoulders, raised her legs almost to the car window.

"You won't meet him," Guan Xiaoli said casually holding the phone, "He is a super painter, and you are a super simultaneous interpreter. But is there any intersection between you?"

Gu Yu was silent.

Xiaoli is quite right.

He opened the car door and got out of the car, suddenly remembered something, turned around and knocked on the car window, waited until the car window came down and said to the inside: "Will you pick me up after the end?"

Guan Xiaoli raised her eyebrows, and asked meaningfully: "After today, do you still need me to pick it up?"

Gu Yu was puzzled.

Guan Xiaoli smiled, threw the phone aside and started the car, and raised the window after saying the last sentence, "Go in, I'm leaving."

Gu Yu approached the meeting hall, crowded with people, the scene was neat and tidy, and many people rushed in.He paused, lowered his head and sighed softly, the moment he raised his eyes, he stopped abruptly.

People come and go, the world is in a hurry, but the noise fades away at this moment, only the silence condensed at the intersection of eyes.

Jian Qiao stood beside the gate, wearing a shirt, trousers, and a light-colored overcoat. He was tall and thin, tall and elegant, as gentle as jade, clean and composed as usual.No matter how you look at those eyes, there is only gentleness and clarity left in those eyes. In the snowy winter day, it looks like autumn that has just condensed the morning dew.He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly.

Gu Yu stared at him intently, and among the crowd coming and going, the two stood motionless in place.

How could he smile at himself so frankly, as if the separation was only yesterday.

It was clearly five years, the five years I thought about day and night and never let go of it for a moment.

There were thousands of words, but none of them came out.The distance between them is a dream that no one wants to disturb but is out of reach.Gu Yu sometimes wonders if meeting Jian Qiao was a dream.After waking up from the dream, he became a scene that could not be waited for.

Now the scenery he is looking forward to is in front of him, as long as he takes a step forward, even just one step...

"Boss, I was just looking for you," another co-interpreter, Lao Li, ran out, "Mikhail's epilogue script has been changed, I'm afraid I'll make a mistake, can I change it to you?"

Gu Yu didn't answer, until he was dragged away by Lao Li, his eyes still stayed on Jian Qiao.

He walked into the meeting room, as if waking up from a dream, as if a lifetime had passed.

As the forum opened, Gu Yu turned on the microphone and began to translate.After the speech and the opening performance, the host began to introduce the guests one by one, one by one, until Jian Qiao stood up.

"Welcome the painter from China—Jian Qiao!"

Applause resounded in the meeting room, Gu Yu clenched the base of the microphone, staring straight at the figure in the front row.

Jian Qiao took the host's microphone, "Hi everyone, I'm Jian Qiao, from China, specializing in Chinese painting. It's a great honor to come here to communicate with Russian painters..."

Gu Yu began to translate into Russian, and the voices of the two intertwined, floating quietly in the huge conference hall.

Only their voices speak to each other and respond to each other.

After Jian Qiao finished speaking, he looked at the simultaneous interpretation box at the back of the meeting room and smiled slightly, "Thank you."

Gu Yu was a little lost in thought.

When it was time to watch the short video, Gu Yu turned off the microphone, and Lao Li beside him anxiously explained: "Boss, no! Why are you snatching my Jianqiao? It's the last Mikhail. He is the epilogue, so he must Very long..."

Gu Yu was taken aback, "Your Jianqiao? Who said it was yours?"

Lao Li pointed to the manuscript, "Don't we divide the work? You must help me later, I'm afraid I will mess up."

"You, you, you," Gu Yu pointed at him, "It's time to test you. Turn over and carry it by yourself. If you get stuck, I'll help you pick it up."

Lao Li wanted to cry, "Boss, you have changed! You have become ruthless!"

"There are no manuscripts for regular simultaneous interpretation. Today there are two manuscripts in total, one for the opening speech and one for the conclusion. I will give them to you," Gu Yu said, "Find out your own way."

As soon as the words fell, the glass in front of him was tapped lightly.

Gu Yu raised his head abruptly.