four year itch

Once upon a time slow has started to operate normally, and there are many young people chatting in the living room.When there are too many people, the whole hotel seems a bit crowded.The bassist and drummer had already arrived, and when they saw Fang Fangwen back, they immediately stood up and asked anxiously, "How is Xiaobai?"

After seeing Ye Jia behind the house tattoo, his eyes changed, probably because the blood on his body was really hideous.Fang Ziwen waved his hand and said, "It's not life-threatening, it's just that there is something wrong with my right hand."

He pointed to the restroom for Ye Jia: "The restroom is there, you go wash up first, I'll find you a set of clothes."

Bei Si asked Fang Fangwen silently with his eyes, who is this Omega.

Zi Ziwen said: "He is Xiao Bai's friend, Ah Cha."

"Ah Cha? Is that..." the drummer asked with his eyes wide open.

Fang Ziwen nodded.

Ye Jia didn't think about why these people all knew him, and all he knew was his screen name.He was fascinated by the paintings on the wall.

It was a whole wall of paintings, some with frames and some without, most of them were landscape paintings, occasionally sporadic still lifes, ranging in style from dark to bright, surrounded by all kinds of postcards.

As if being led by something, he walked straight to the wall.

All of them were written by Xu Ruibai.How beautiful, each picture is so beautiful.

Ye Jia watched and couldn't help feeling sad.Xu Ruibai may not be able to paint such a painting in the future.

Out of the corner of my eye, there is a simple easel, but only a turning distance away, there is half an unfinished painting on the easel.Ye Jia stretched out his hand and touched the paper above, as if he could imagine how Xu Ruibai usually draws here.

There were some non-painting tools on the easel, and he picked up one of the drill-bit-shaped ones, with some shiny crumbs on it.

Ye Jia squeezed the opal in his hand, and asked the house behind him in a low voice: "Xu Ruibai...does he live here?"

Fang Ziwen nodded, pointed to the room with the male Alpha sign and said, "His room is there, do you want to go and see it?"

"Ah."

Fang Ziwen opened the door for him and said, "Bed No. 8, the one on the back."

Some people in the room were packing suitcases, and some were making beds. They seemed to be used to the entry of strangers, and they just subconsciously glanced at him before going back to their own business.

The lighting in the room was dim, but only [-] square meters, with eight beds and a small table piled with instant noodles, mineral water, and sundries.Some crowded, only suitable for staying and not suitable for living.

Ye Jia couldn't see Xu Ruibai's bed clearly, but he stood at the door as if he didn't dare to enter.

Xu Ruibai, live here?

Finally, I mustered up the courage to go in.

It was a small bed measuring 1 meters, with a bottom bunk. The sheets were laid snugly and the quilts were neatly folded.

There are two books beside the bed, one of which is Yunhai's latest magazine, New Year's Special.

There are traces of Xu Ruibai everywhere, but there shouldn't be traces of Xu Ruibai everywhere.

"He usually goes to the square to draw pictures during the day, and comes back to sleep here at night." Fang Ziwen said after him.

Ye Jia turned her head in amazement: "Go to the square to draw? Why didn't he accept business drafts?"

According to Xu Ruibai's level, even without the title of Southwest Wind, he can definitely live well.

"He doesn't have an ID card, so he can't accept business drafts."

"No ID...what do you mean?" Ye Jia's tone became more and more unbelievable.

Fang Ziwen looked at him with complicated eyes, and it took him a while to explain: "His ID number has expired, which shows that there is no such person. But I don't know much about this matter, and he hasn't mentioned it to us himself. .”

Without an ID card and no money, Ye Jia couldn't imagine how Xu Ruibai survived this year.

Ye Jia felt his lips trembling, and he asked, "Then how does he live?"

"At the beginning, I went to the square to draw pictures, and later I followed the Jun Paopao band, and I could make a little money. However, recently, Jun gave him a guarantee and put his paintings on sale in the gallery. They were sold years ago. I’ve gone to a few pictures.” When Fang Ziwen said these words, there was regret in his tone, as if he was watching something become beautiful with his own eyes, and then he wanted to see it destroy with his own eyes.

"Actually, when he first arrived, Xiaobai only had 80 yuan left on him. Later, I found out with Jun that the 80 yuan was earned by Xiaobai helping people draw pictures on the side of the road. The only ten yuan he had on him was Take them all to buy flowers."

Fang Ziwen took a deep look at Ye Jia, as if deliberately trying to teach him, she said: "He didn't say who to give it to, but I think it should be a very important person."

Almost instantly, Ye Jia thought of the rose of unknown origin, the rose that he easily said "throw away".

What kind of determination did Xu Ruibai hold to put that flower on Shen Qingchuan's door?Apologize?bid farewell?

Ye Jia couldn't figure it out.He couldn't imagine how a person who couldn't even guarantee his survival would want to buy a flower for himself.

He grabbed the ladder beside the bed, leaned against the edge of the bed, and closed his eyes forcefully.He was almost out of breath, so he could only hold his collar tightly with his right hand, in order to let himself breathe more smoothly in this way.

The house sighed without a trace: "The days are obviously getting better, alas..."

Xu Ruibai shouldn't be like this.

Xu Ruibai should live in a bright apartment, which has been cleaned spotlessly by housekeeping, listen to symphonies he doesn't understand, drink some red wine he doesn't know the year of, and entangle with Beta whose name he doesn't know.

Xu Ruibai should always be that lofty and unattainable look.Always stand in a brightly lit place and watch others struggle indifferently.

Rather than losing an arm like this, never being able to play the piano, never being able to paint again, living in a place where no one knows, with no identity, and then dying silently one morning.

It shouldn't be like this.

After a long time, Ye Jia's face calmed down a bit, he raised his head, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a stack of magazines on the window sill, from the sea of ​​clouds.

Ye Jia walked to the window and found that there was a whole stack of the same cover—the issue he first contributed to.

"Why are there so many of the same issue?" Ye Jia tried not to sound too excited.

Fang Fangwen glanced at the magazine in his hand, and said: "This is left over from giving away. Xiaobai must have bought thousands of copies. During that time, all the money he earned from painting was used to buy this." .Later, I even took the initiative to go out with Jun to perform. To make money."

In order to make money.These four words that sound like they have nothing to do with Xu Ruibai are actually used to describe him now.

"In the beginning, I was asked to put it on the counter and ask the guests to vote. Later, Jun took the band members to the road to post. It was the two people outside."

"Xiaobai... When chatting with you, I am very happy. I will look at the phone and laugh for a long time."

【I will always support Da Da. 】

So it is, so it is.

Ye Jia was holding the magazine, and suddenly laughed uncontrollably, causing everyone around him to look at him, but he didn't care, and continued to laugh to himself, laughing so hard that he couldn't straighten his back.Laughing and laughing, tears flowed all over his face.

"Xiaojia, are you okay?" Fang Fangwen patted his back lightly, with a distressed tone.

Ye Jia suddenly grabbed a magazine and ran out.

"Xiao Jia, where are you going?"

Fang Ziwen ran out after him, but only saw Ye Jia getting into a taxi.

Xu Ruibai, is it worth it?

Ye Jia stood at the door, and before he had time to knock on the door, he heard the voice from the ward, which was very clear in the quiet corridor.

Ye Jia knocked on the door vigorously. While waiting for the door to open, he heard the voice from the ward, which was very clear in the quiet corridor.

"Ruibai, living in such a ward. You can also draw and live normally. Isn't that good?"

It was Cheng Jun who came to open the door.

Bai Zhuyu and Xu Ruibai looked at him.

"Look, as long as you are willing to go back, Xiao Jia will definitely accompany you. Isn't that right, Xiao Jia?" Bai Zhuyu smiled gently at him.Her tone was as firm as if she already knew the answer.

Xu Ruibai looked weak, but he managed to force a smile, and then he turned his face away: "You let him go, I have nothing to do with him. Whether I go back or not is my own business."

Ye Jia looked at him, motionless.No one in the room spoke, and the air seemed to be condensed.

"Rui Bai, go back." Ye Jia said suddenly.

Xu Ruibai looked at him sadly.

Ye Jia laughed.

Xu Ruibai, I just found out now.We are too small, those combustions and explosions that we think are just a small firework in the whole universe.No one knows, not worth mentioning.

We are constantly pulling, suffering to the extreme, almost exhausted, thinking that we have finally defeated fate, but fate stands on a higher place, gently moves its fingers, and pushes us into the dark abyss again.

None of us can save anyone.

Ye Jia said, "I'll go back with you, okay?"

—You gave me the freedom to choose chaos and madness.I choose to be crazy and sink into this chaos with you.

Xu Ruibai stared at him for a long time, and also laughed.It's just that he may be in too much pain, so this smile looks uglier than crying.

"Zhu Yu." A thick voice came from behind, breaking the heaviness of the room.