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When Mao Nian was shopping for household items, he bought a small projector, milky white, which he said was used to improve the quality of life, but it had been dusty for half a month before he took it out.A green coral fleece blanket was spread on the floor, and a small cup of hockey pucks, water, and a plate of fruit were placed on the coffee table.

When Xin Wan walked out of the bedroom, Song Heng was sitting on the ground playing with the projector and asked him to pick out the discs.

"Anything is fine?" Xin Wan looked through the pile of boxed discs, "I just picked it."

Song Heng said casually, "It's all fine."

What Xin Wan saw was the white envelope, Xin Wan didn't have the guts to take it out, even though he knew that the red heart in the lower left corner of the envelope had not faded.Watching a movie is just an excuse, so Xin Wan randomly picked one, which was "Hiroshima Mon Love".

For an old film, the cover is a gaudy combination of pigeon blood red and milky white.When the surroundings became dark, the projector started to operate, and when the picture was projected on the wall, Xin Wan realized that it was a black and white film.

At the beginning of the film, the woman's slender fingers clasped the man's sweaty shoulders, full of tension and eroticism.

Xin Wan was a little embarrassed and asked, "What is the sand on their skin...?"

Song Heng is used to wearing glasses when watching movies, the lenses reflect the dark light, he said: "The dust from the atomic bomb."

"Have you seen it before?"

Song Heng scooped up the ice puck and put it into the water, and took a sip: "I've basically read all the discs in the drawer."

Xin Wan's Adam's apple twitched, and she tried secretly: "Then will you watch it many times?"

"Not really, waste of time."

Because of this sentence, Xin Wan was so despicable again that he felt a little happy. He felt that he was bad, but there was nothing he could do. Love does not cultivate saints, love only cultivates selfish desires.

Qiuqiu is still enthusiastic about the enlarged version of the TV, running happily in front of the big screen, barking several times, covering the French monologue, and getting too close, so that when the camera broadcasts to the radiation crowd, it scares it He jumped, and ran to the dog bowl with his tail between his legs to eat dog food, and refused to look at the camera.

That scene was indeed horrifying, and it also frightened Xin Wan. He subconsciously grabbed the wrist of the person beside him, and then let go like a fire.

"Afraid?" Song Heng looked sideways at him, "You can change it."

It was only a momentary skin contact, and Xin Wan clenched her hands tightly, "No, it's not very scary."

The movie played slowly at the original speed. Xin Wan watched the movie quietly with her knees hugged, and heard the Japanese man in the movie say: "I think you were so young at the time, so young that you didn't know exactly who you belonged to."

Xin Wan vaguely felt that the wine was getting stronger, soaking him softly, but it was not comfortable, a headache.

The man added, "You know what? People perceive what they want to perceive."

The French woman smiled: "I found you, that's all."

The movie was shot in a hazy, abstract, montage style, typical Duras-style dialogue, Xin Wan couldn't understand it, and it was difficult to concentrate on the movie, only the sound of breathing from the side could be heard, Song Heng added ice cubes to the water, Very slight crashing sound.

Xin Wan felt his throat was thirsty, and he said, "I can't understand this movie."

"Marguerite Duras's works are like this. Jumping, a lot of inner monologue, very dreamlike."

"Dreaming," Xin Wan repeated, "it's very similar."

After about ten minutes, he turned his head halfway to look at Song Heng, the light and shadow reflected on the red cheekbones from time to time, his eyes were a little scattered, he said: "Brother, do you know how I found you for the first time? "

He described it a little erratically, "In that hospital. I was dreaming, a horrible dream, but a hand reached out from the sky and said, 'Come, I'll fly you out', and then I woke up, and I watched it when I woke up. When it comes to you, it's like your hand."

"Really?" Song Heng bent one leg, put his wrist on his knee, and seemed to be smiling, "I can't fly."

"I won't either," Xin Wan felt dizzy and felt that he would fall down in the next second. He rested his chin on his knees and used a posture of hugging himself to maintain his balance. He said to himself, " When will you be able to fly?"

Song Heng didn't respond to him.

After the movie played for another ten minutes, Xin Wan spoke again: "Marguerite Duras, I know her, the one who wrote "The Lover", I have seen "The Lover", but I didn't understand it, so I just Remember the last sentence."

Song Heng took a sip of ice water and said casually, "What?"

"I also want to drink ice water, I'm thirsty," Xin Wan changed the subject, rubbing her temples, "Brother, pour it for me, can you?"

Song Heng never seemed to refuse his willful and childish requests. He scooped up the ice puck. Xin Wan looked at his movements and found that his hands were very slender with well-defined joints. He must have learned to play the piano.

"I've learned a little bit." Song Heng said.

So he asked all the words in his head, Xin Wan thought angrily, how stupid.

A glass of water was handed to him, with a very shallow amount, and two pieces of ice were floating. Song Heng said: "If you have a bad stomach, you should drink less ice."

Xin Wan didn't reach out to take it, but leaned forward, biting the rim of the cup with her teeth, and looked up at him, her eyes were brighter than broken ice, as if they contained water, gently and unconsciously seduced.

Song Heng obviously paused, allowing him to drink the water with his own hands.The ice water that was too late to swallow flowed down the corner of Xin Wan's mouth, soaking the soda blue top.

There were still two pieces of ice left at the bottom of the glass, Xin Wan bit the ice, and saw the lower half of Song Heng's face, thin lips, and clear outlines through the hazy black and white light.

Still thirsty, Xin Wan raised her head and touched Song Heng's lips with that small piece of white ice.

Song Heng dodged it almost reflexively, and the piece of ice fell off and rolled onto the blanket without making a sound.

Xin Wan suddenly said: "'I said I will love you till you die*'."

Song Heng was stunned for a moment, Xin Wan's mouth was dripping with water, and her smile was rosy, "The last sentence of "Lover."

"Have you been drinking?" Song Heng smelled the faint smell of sweet wine on his body, and frowned at him.

"I drank a bottle of plum wine and beer I bought myself. I poured them together and drank them together. It didn't taste good." Xin Wan lowered her head, watching the piece of ice on the blanket melt, feeling like she had become ice too. , "But the degrees are very low, I'm not drunk, really."

"Watch the movie tomorrow, go to bed first." Song Heng was about to get up to turn off the projector, but Xin Wan subconsciously grabbed his right hand, as if about to cry, "I want to watch a movie, can you not turn it off? "

"You can watch it in a few days."

"But you won't watch it with me. I like to watch movies with you. I want to watch movies with you. Besides, if it snows today, it may melt tomorrow." With a coquettish tone, he looked into Song Heng's eyes pitifully, "Please, please?"

Song Heng asked: "Why drink?"

"I want to know how you feel when you're drunk. The wine I drank is only 13 degrees. Yours should be higher than mine, so you're so drunk." Xin Wan didn't want to let go of his hand, and recklessly inserted his fingers into it. The button was tight, and the alcohol made his words illogical, "It didn't snow on the day you were drunk, but we kissed, the brown sofa behind you, the leather of the sofa is very hard, I don't know how to kiss, I feel that my body is very Hot, like you pulled my bones out of my flesh. I feel scared, but I don't want to run away, you know that feeling?"

Song Heng's palms were hot, and Xin Wan's eye sockets were also hot, and she shed two tears for no reason—how strange.

"You are drunk," Song Heng said, "Xin Wan."

Xin Wan sobbed, and looked at him with red eyes, "Then, you said 'sorry' to me——you still said 'sorry' to me, if you said these three words, then I had to say 'it's okay'. Who wants to say it? Whoever wants to say it will do it, and I won’t say it.”

Song Heng seemed to sigh, and said softly, "Then what do you want to do?"

"You want me to kiss you too," Xin Wan sat up on her knees, her fingers were on both sides of his cheeks, and half-shed tears were streaming down her cheeks, as if he was fragile, "You still want me to give you back, That's only fair."

Don't mind, show him honesty, thin courage, tears and passionate love.

In the French dialogue of the film, Xin Wan moved closer, reached out to take off Song Heng's glasses, and then kissed his lips.

The author says:

*The last original sentence of "Lover" is actually "He said he loved her until he died", which has been changed here and replaced with the second person.

Continue tomorrow at 08:30.