Pavlov and the White Moonlight

When I woke up on the tatami the next day, I found that there was an extra quilt on my body. Lu Bowen did not know when he lit up the skill of covering me with a quilt. While snoring, I hugged his head and kissed him on the forehead several times. Lu Bowen collapsed into a puppy face and opened his eyes. He snorted twice, unwilling to talk to me.

Later that day, I made a document of the concept of the script and sent it to Wen Ruixiu. Wen Ruixiu pondered for a long time and said to me: "It's not the same as I thought, but your version is better... …Good. I'll look again, and I remembered something."

I didn't speak, and listened to him idling there. He mumbled for a long time and said: "Okay... I still have some questions. I will write them down for you before tomorrow. There are some specific stage practical questions. I will talk to you at that time." Let the actors get along, come and watch."

I say yes.Wen Ruixiu said again: "Speaking of actors, tonight's "Leaving Beijing", will you come? I left you a ticket."

I stood up and moved around a bit, feeling that the burning pain in my stomach from yesterday had eased a lot, so I said yes. "Leaving Beijing" is Wen Ruixiu's last play, and I should join in. I went to the first scene of "Leaving Beijing". At that time, the audience was in twos and threes. Sometimes there were more actors than audiences, and Wen Ruixiu didn't get angry.This time, the audience was so large that I was taken aback. An hour earlier, more than half of the seats in the small theater were filled. Wen Ruixiu directly pulled me to the backstage and sat with the actors. The leading actor was still putting on makeup, Seeing Wen Ruixiu pulling a person in, he raised his eyebrows and let out a "Yeah".

"Oh fart," Wen Ruixiu put his arm on my shoulder and said, "This is the screenwriter of my next play, Teacher Lu Huailu."

"Screenwriter teacher," the male protagonist smiled, "It's a pleasure to meet you, I thought it was the director Wen who finally found a new..."

"New fart." Wen Ruixiu said.

The fart actor laughed.

"It's no wonder that Brother Tian'er misunderstood," a well-made actor next to him said with a smile, "When we saw Mr. Lu, we all thought he was Director Wen's new actor."

The actor turned his head and began to relax his vocal cords and hang his throat. The actor who had put on makeup continued to chat with me: "What kind of book is Mr. Lu writing?"

"Let's talk about it after the notebook is finished." I said.

"Is it still the same team? Our group?" He didn't know whether he was asking me or Wen Ruixiu.

Wen Ruixiu was silent for a while, then said, "Let me discuss it with Teacher Lu."

The actor who put on makeup—that’s all I can call him now. His makeup is too thick. I talked with him for so long because I didn’t remember what he looked like. He smiled, looked down at his phone, and didn’t speak anymore , humming a song in a low voice, with Erlang's legs dangling back and forth.

Wen Ruixiu is really good at playing on stage. In the third act of "Leaving Beijing", a group of actors ran down and dragged an audience up. They were crazy and out of line. When they acted in the traffic jam on the fifth ring road, they simply distributed the actors' script as a flyer , scattered all over the floor, I and other audience members in the first row picked it up and looked at it. There were not even specific lines, but a few lines of dialogue were scribbled with a signature pen, and there were even graffiti.The moment the curtain lights came on, it was like a wild dream.

Wen Ruixiu jumped onto the stage and bowed deeply to the audience.

After "Leaving Beijing" ended, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.Wen Ruixiu pulled me around and invited everyone to drink. I thought that the actors must be tired after dancing for more than two hours. At most, they should go to a quiet place to eat something. Dee, I just had a stomach problem last night, and now I feel like I have a big stone in my stomach. I just want to go home and hug the dog, but I was dragged in by Wen Ruixiu and an actor. The sound should be It was the actor in stage makeup who spoke to me before the show.I was pushed to go inside, and I looked back and carefully identified the actor's face under the dim light of the bar - a very fair man with high browbones, he smiled at me and said, "Teacher Lu , buy you a drink later."

I hurriedly waved my hand and said no, but he just laughed and didn't speak, followed me into the bar, sat next to me when ordering wine, ordered a cup of Long Island iced tea, then turned to me and smiled: "What would Mr. Lu want to drink? "

I said, "Hot milk."

Him: "... what?"

I said, "Hot milk. Millet porridge is also fine."

he's gone.

Damn, look down on hot milk.

After a while, he came back with a cup of hot milk and a cup of Long Island Iced Tea, still flirting there: "Mr. Lu, do you know what the other name of Long Island Iced Tea is?"

"Broken wine," I was sipping milk there, "if you drink too much later, drink a glass of milk."

He smiled: "I'm afraid I'll drink too much, so I won't order some alcohol." He leaned closer and said, "Teacher Lu, my name is Xie Shui."

"...Is it because you lack water in your life?" I couldn't help asking.

He laughed: "You are so cute. It's rare to see you like this in the circle."

"Which circle?" I asked.

"It's the circle you think it is," he said.

I shook my head and said, "Don't waste your time on me."

"How can it be called a waste?" He stood up, swayed his body with the music like a wave, bent down, looked from bottom to top, and said close to my ear, "Mr. Lu, can I dance with you? "

I held the milk cup and silently tilted my head back. Just as I was about to refuse, someone suddenly jumped out from beside me. Because the music in the bar was too loud, that person amplified the volume: "He has an appointment."

I thought to myself, it seems that the screenwriter has a higher status than the writer, good guy is a small theater screenwriter and has become a favorite. I raised my head, the lights in the bar were too dim, and I could only distinguish the standing by the general shape. The one in front of me and the back of my head pointing at me was a man in a white shirt. I squinted my eyes and said to myself, this is the first time I have seen a man in a white shirt in a bar. Is this the man who came here just after work to catch up... …

I stood up and patted the man on the shoulder: "Okay, I don't have an appointment with anyone, I have to go home...fuck!"

The man turned his face away.

My head buzzed, "Why are you here?"

Tang Shuhe squinted his eyes and looked at me, apparently drunk, confused, stubborn and aggrieved, stuck his neck like a little psychopath and said, "Why can't I be here?"

"Damn it," I was about to go crazy, I didn't even know why I burst out with so much anger all of a sudden, my temples were throbbing with anger, "Come out!"

"I won't come out!" Tang Shuhe said loudly.

How much the fuck did you drink, fuck.My stomach hurt like a knife, I turned around and left.When I walked to the door of the bar, I looked back, and Tang Shuhe followed me, standing not far behind me, looking at me with a limp expression, when the night wind blew, it blew a few of his unruly hairs.

I clenched my fists tightly.

But he opened his mouth first, and actually asked me: "Is he the one who walked out of your house the day before yesterday?"

"Yesterday you said it was inconvenient...it was also because you were with him, right?"

I couldn't help getting angry, and quarreled with him when the wind was blowing on the main road: "You still ask me? I haven't seen you for eight years. You had a great time, Tang Shuhe. Lezi, how much did you fucking drink, who did you drink with, huh?"

He froze for a moment, then stammered again: "I, I didn't..."

"You didn't drink, or you didn't come to the bar?" My stomach hurt like hell.

"I didn't!" He became more excited, and said with gestures, "You, you didn't go home tonight. I saw you and wanted to look for you in the bar street. I searched for several places, and you are here!"

I was stunned: "You..."

"I, I've been watching you there for a long time!" His voice dropped, "What is the relationship between you two?"

I couldn't choose what to say: "What does it have to do with you?"

He froze there as if he had been stabbed, the scarlet color on his face quickly faded away.

Hold.It's too heavy to say.

I turned my head away, sighed, and said, "It's nothing to do with him. I have nothing to do with him."

He doesn't speak.When I looked back, he had slid down the wall and curled up on the ground.I walked over and said, "Did you drive?"

He snorted like a puppy whimpering and shook his head.

"You didn't drive, you just came here to drink." I reached out to grab his arm, and he shook for a moment when I touched it, but didn't move.

"Hey," I sighed tiredly, "get up, I didn't drink, I'll take you back."

He raised his head, glanced at me, then suddenly put his arms around my neck and threw himself into my arms.

I subconsciously put my arms around him.The hug feels eerily familiar.

He rubbed against my neck, whispered in a daze, "This is Lu Huai, this is Lu Huai."

"...It's me." I patted him.He was breathing quickly, I sighed, picked him up horizontally, and put him in the back seat of my car.Wen Ruixiu followed out a long time ago, and after witnessing all this quietly, he waved to me without saying anything, and went in with Xie Shui or Xie Miao in his arms.

I nodded and drove the car away.

When I was driving, I kept looking at him in the rearview mirror, fearing that he would fall off after he fell asleep too fast, and I wondered if I should find a place to park later and then help him up to put on his seat belt or something, but luckily he lay down Very honest, motionless.I'm so tired, I have mixed feelings, and it's all about it.

There was never any quarrel back then, but today there is such a quarrel in the street, it can be regarded as fulfilling Tang Shuhe's dream back then.

I finally drove downstairs to his house, and I woke him up: "Where's your key?"

He opened his eyes, looked at me blankly for a while, and said, "Take me home."

"... Where are your keys? In your bag?" I asked.

"You take me home, you said you would take me home." He repeated stubbornly.

"..." It was inconvenient for me to look through his bag, so I patted his trouser pocket to see if there was anything in it. He snorted in resistance and curled up into a ball.

There is simply no way.I couldn't leave him alone, so I had to carry him all the way back to my house like rice.Just as Lu Bowen was about to pounce on me to meet me, he saw that I was carrying a strange human being, and surrounded him suspiciously to sniff it. He dodged it dispiritedly, and lay back on his nest, looking at me with his small eyes.

The moment I put Tang Shuhe down, he clung to me and hugged me from behind.I broke his hand down: "Don't make trouble."

He didn't listen at all. After I broke his hands, he fell on his back on the sofa, stared at the ceiling absently, and shook his hands to unbutton his white shirt. I said, "What are you doing?!"

He turned a deaf ear and continued to unbutton the button. I saw him unbutton it to his chest, and pressed his hand on the sofa. He seemed to have misunderstood me. He shook violently, whimpered, and his face paled. He closed his eyes and begged, "Turn off the light...can you turn off the light?"

... so scared, why do you want to do this.I sighed, let go of him, wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, got up and went to the bedroom to get him a small blanket, and he wrapped himself in a ball with the small blanket, and after a while, said: " Don't you want me?"

I:"……"

He answered himself: "I did not behave well."

I can't answer.He added: "Then do you want someone else?"

"..."

"Can you not want someone else," he said.

"...you save me some snacks." I said.

He snorted and reached out a hand from under the blanket to take my right index finger.

"This is Lu Huai." He whispered.

"Let me ask you," I said, "what do you keep saying that for?"

"This is Lu Huai." He said.

"This is Lu Huai's finger." I said.

"Well," he said, "you take me home."

"..." I said, "Go to sleep, ah."

He nodded obediently.

He grabbed my index finger and didn't let go. When I moved, his eyes were red and he hummed. I could only sit next to him. I don't know when he fell asleep. He didn't sleep well, and he twitched from time to time. I When you pat him, his eyebrows stretch out and he becomes quiet.I looked at this man, this man who was obsessed with the fact that I said I would take him home, who was obsessed with whether I wanted someone else, and my stomach ached like I had swallowed a bag of broken glass.

The moon was shining, and I didn't know when I fell asleep snuggled up with him.