eight dance partners with my boyfriend

The cruise ship stopped, and Jiao Cheng also got off.

Not far away is the Tate Modern Art Museum, located on the south bank of the River Thames. I heard that it used to be a power plant, which looks like a towering chimney from a distance.

He also heard that in 2018, artists placed 24 pieces of dry ice in front of TateModern, all of which were formed by the ice sheets on the southern fjords of Greenland. He only saw the video and felt lonely and shocked.

The crowd was like porridge, and Jiao Cheng was standing at the exit of the boat. Someone bumped him accidentally, and dropped the pen in his hand, so he leaned over to pick it up.

Bend over, bend your back, squat halfway, straighten up again, and stand firmly.Such a simple set of movements, but suddenly felt dizzy.

He obviously wanted to see Picasso, but now he seemed to have nothing but words in his mind.

"You yourself are an outsider to their story."

They had bid farewell 10 minutes ago, and Jiao Cheng insisted on not wanting the other party to follow him. He knew that he didn't care about Bai Chi anymore, but he didn't want others to see his weakness.

On a cruise ship, that's the limit.

At the same time, he subconsciously reminded himself countless times: Bai Chi still can't handle his own emotional life well, don't trust those so-called "psychological" amateur guidance, but...

He was right.

"outsider."

Jiao Cheng was bumped again, a British local boy turned his head and cursed a few words, he realized that he was blocking the exit for too long, it was very annoying, so he hurriedly stepped up a few steps, and hurriedly bought the ticket for the art museum, In the end, he just sat on the stone pier outside in a daze.

In front is an old man playing the accordion. He is wearing a gentleman's hat and playing the piano. This song is the one I heard on the cruise ship. It is a little sad and a little happy.

The old man looked at Jiao Cheng, and Jiao Cheng also stared at his Qin in a daze, then smiled kindly and avoided his sight.

He's always been a smart guy.

He knows that everyone's life trajectory is different. No matter what stage they are in, the most important thing is themselves. The so-called sex/relationship is nothing more than more concern and thoughts.

In the morning, when he talked to Sister Fu, he only talked about Li Feidan's retirement.

Now when he talks to Bai Chi, he only mentions the existence of Pu Xiuyun.

Obviously they all erased one petal quietly, but invisibly explained the same thing with him:

Don't take the liberty to secretly choose for another person.

Jiao Cheng understood a little.

He stood up and looked back at the Tate Modern behind him.

It stands on the ground and complements the Thames River. There are countless beautiful souls stored in it, and there will be countless beautiful souls who will come here admiringly. They will be moved, shed tears, and rejoice for it, but this feeling is foreign, absolutely cannot Equal to the person who created it, experienced it.

Jiao Cheng thought again, if it was night now, what a poetic picture it would be.

He rolled up the admission ticket in his hand, skillfully folded it into a fox, a fox without eyes, stuffed it into the box of the accordion old man, approached the riverside without hesitation, and returned to the voyage...

He heard the sound of "whoosh" on the cruise ship and saw the top of the Tate Modern Museum like a chimney.

Jiao Cheng knew.

In some places, he doesn't want to be alone.

He thought, come with Li Feidan.

Back in the Swan Poetry, it was no longer raining, and the rain seemed to have taken away the fog. At this time, the huge city of London was gradually recognizable.

Swan Poetry is open as usual, and the signboard is still unspeakably simple or exquisite.

The lights on the third floor were not on.

Jiao Cheng stood in place, leaning on the fence of the street and opened WeChat. The signal abroad was up and down. He pays attention to safety, such as telling him not to go out at night, and which restaurant's takeaway can be tried, the taste is not bad.

These messages were sent intermittently, every one or two hours, Jiao Cheng could feel that he was very busy.

After standing for a while, I made a phone call. The phone got through, but it rang for a long time but no one answered.

At this moment, the key sound of "jingle bell and palm nut" suddenly sounded behind him.

"Li Feizhang hasn't come back yet, he called He Zhang to show you around," the man behind him paused, and the sound of the keys stopped, "But I think it might be better for me to come. "

Jiao Cheng turned his head, and it really was Pu Xiuyun.

He didn't wear the clothes he practiced like yesterday. He was wearing a clean gray suit, which seemed to weaken the sharpness of his dancing, a little close, but a little far away.

"It's okay, I'll go to the side and wait for him." Jiao Cheng said.

Pu Xiuyun stuffed the car keys into his pocket, "It may take a long time."

The two sat in the coffee shop next door for a while, and it was really boring.

Jiao Cheng knew that Pu Xiuyun was not a calculating person, and he would never intentionally make things difficult for him because of yesterday's abrupt question.But this night he thought too much for no reason, and met unexpected people, so he suddenly lost his ability to communicate.

"Look, I said it was boring." Pu Xiuyun said with a smile.

Jiao Cheng: "It seems a bit."

"Are you afraid of heights?" Pu Xiuyun said suddenly after a long time.

Jiao Cheng didn't understand what he meant, so he reflexively said, "Afraid of heights?"

Pu Xiuyun nodded, then waved his hand to settle the coffee bill and tip, pulled off the hair tie, and fiddled with his index and middle fingers.

"Come with me somewhere."

Pu Xiuyun is so different.

Differently, Jiao Cheng never thought that he would take the initiative to say "go somewhere with me".

Just like what the other party has shown these days, there is no grudge against Jiao Cheng's existence, or those vague provocations, now it seems that it has become a strange ridicule.

Even a smart person like Jiao Cheng couldn't understand the behavior beyond ordinary people.

Without crowding the subway and crowds, Pu Xiuyun drove his car with Jiao Cheng all the way east.This person drives like he dances, free and easy, without fear of restraint, if this is in China, he may soon be able to catch up with Lu Luanqing's level.

Finally, they stopped on a desert.

There are water, mountains, long, long chains, and very high diving platforms.

Jiao Cheng understood what he meant by "fear of heights".

bungee jumping.

It's a sport he's never tried before.

"If you jump from there, you can see the surface of the water. When you bounce up, you will feel very close to the sky." Pu Xiu pulled out the car key and said, his eyes were smiling when he said this, but the smile was hidden His eyes were a little different from his usual ones.

Jiao Cheng can probably understand what he said. For many people who like extreme sports, this is not called a "challenge", but a kind of free release.

Jiao Cheng doesn't dislike extreme sports. In other words, in high school, in order to be able to select Air Force pilots through layers of screening, he has done a lot of training that is far more dangerous than bungee jumping, but this does not mean that he likes this extreme sport. , The feeling of being compressed may be liked by others, but he prefers to manipulate himself rather than be manipulated.

"You want me to bungee jump with you?"

This question is undoubtedly nonsense, because Pu Xiuyun has led him all the way to see the administrator here, and even unconsciously said some words that he didn't understand, and quietly arranged the process for the next two people.

Pu Xiuyun: "Although it's a bit abrupt, I think you should like it."

"Why do you think I would like it?" Jiao Cheng laughed suddenly, he suddenly found that the other party's observant eyes might sometimes be distracted, after all, bungee jumping is not one of his favorite sports.

Pu Xiuyun shook his head, didn't speak, he just propped his chin, and stared at the people in line ahead with his blue eyes.

I heard that there are many people who are desperate for foreigners, but if you look closely at the distribution of the crowd, there are actually all kinds of faces.

Jiao Cheng understands that most of the people who go bungee jumping are not fond of extreme sports, they may simply want to try, or they want to give a new breakthrough to the desperate life.

And here, bungee jumping is really suitable.

After waiting for about four or ten minutes, the manager called Pu Xiuyun's name. This was the first time Jiao Cheng heard a name other than "viole". Although he didn't remember the long list, he recognized that it was Pu Xiuyun's real name.

When people read it, it is smooth and pleasant to listen to.

According to the procedure, they put on all the safety protective gear, were told a series of precautions, and signed a contract to avoid unacceptable hidden/accidents. Finally, he and Pu Xiuyun both stood behind the platform, waiting for the Japanese couple in front to finish dancing. .

It's an amazing feeling.

Double bungee jumping is usually done with a lover or an important person. There is never such a strange option as a rival in love, but Pu Xiuyun did it in a daze.

It's amazing...

They stood on the platform for 15 minutes. The young Japanese couple in front of them hesitated for a long time, and finally the two cried and jumped down, hugging and hugging like an idol drama Shanmeng, accompanied by screams and shouts, echoing throughout the wilderness ...

After a long time, he and Pu Xiuyun stood further in front.

Pu Xiuyun's hair was soft, blowing fiercely in the wind, he suddenly reached out and patted his shoulder, saying: "I think you need this, I don't know the future, but at this moment, you will definitely fall in love with it." Then He looked forward, stretched out his arms and closed his eyes, "After jumping off, I will tell you the story of me and Li Feidan."

Two men, don't need much wandering.

It wasn't even Jiao Cheng's turn to digest his meaning, the last syllable of the other party had already melted in the wind...

They soared into the air, and then fell down...

Speed, with scenery, with people, with everything seen and heard, is swallowed up in a short and long time at this moment, leaving the silhouette, the water under the feet, and the sky above the head.

Even breaking away from the chain that was attached to his body, Jiao Cheng, he, only himself was left...

Blood rushes.

At this moment, it has never been so clear, and I can clearly feel the rhythm of life.

All the sense of restraint, as well as the oppression he brought to himself, dissipated along with some unspeakable things...

Jiao Cheng suddenly wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh that Pu Xiuyun was too smart, he saw right through him.

Since his boyhood, he has not changed and has changed.

A lot of things that would be unscrupulous only in that era, and words that would be outspoken, are now being carried up by him invisibly.

He completely understood what Fu Min and Bai Chi said.

The stories that matter.

Including Anna, including Liu Weisi, including Joe, including all the girlfriends he doesn't know, including that unknown fall, including Pu Xiuyun, including love, and even the memory of the Royal Festival banquet hall in London more than ten years ago, these things...

Like every beautiful soul at Tate Modern.

All belong to Li Feidan alone.

Even though it may repeat itself countless times, Jiao Cheng is just a passer-by in his memory, admiring his past, feeling sad, jealous, and happy for him, instead of being unhappy, trying to tear it apart, mend it, and try to go in by himself. Attempts to dictate to the bearer of memory.

Even fear, inferiority, and escape.

Like his sixteen or seventeen-year-old plane.

There will never be Li Feidan, that belongs to Bai Chi and the young him.

A white switch has a position for a white switch.

Pu Xiuyun has Pu Xiuyun's position.

And he, Jiao Cheng, also has his place.

Two tigers at the Royal Festival banquet hall in London, the undercurrent of an ordinary couple, the wine of 14-year-old graceful girls, and Li Feidan who danced for him.

These memories are his.

On the day Li Feidan came to England, he said something wrong.

Jiao Cheng is not returning to this person's memory, but they are co-creating a new memory that belongs to them.

"The New Ball", "The New Old Brocks", "The New Swan Poetry", "The New..."

And "retirement" is related to which memory.

This choice should be left to Li Feidan to answer.

if it was me".

That should also be "we" choosing together.

Not "Anna", nor "Jiao Cheng" alone.

The wind in his ears stabilized, Jiao Cheng opened his eyes, suddenly became anxious, he wanted to return to Li Feidan's side quickly, ask him, tell him.

Instead of thinking wildly, crying silently in my heart, let the "outsider" eyes arrange for this man, and even berate myself and look down on myself.

he should have known

He was chosen.

Not Pu Xiuyun, not others.

Li Feidan chose Jiao Cheng.