Do you deserve to tease me?

The second match between me and Fu Yanxu was on a sunny day.

All the staff of the director team are gearing up, just to let the two gayest men in the whole show have an unforgettable reunion.

I can't forget it.

In particular, the director's gaze was more excited than the screenwriter's, which left a deep impression on me.

I found out later.

The relationship between these two men is so inextricably linked that it is hard to tell the truth, and more than half of the heart-wrenching plot was written by the director.

It wasn't easy for him either, just like Fu Yanxu, he was driving himself crazy with CP.

For mortals, the heavens are high and unreachable.

The only thing that can reflect the world is just a crescent moon and the sun at the beginning of a day.

Apart from that, mortals can only look up at the boundless sky, under the firmament, day after day, year after year, until the end of life.

In fact, the years have always been fickle and extremely affectionate.

If it stays for a moment, the order of the world will be reversed, if it stays for a year, the world will be chaotic like the end of the world.

Therefore, it is extremely affectionate, so affectionate that it cannot bear to stay even for a short moment.

It is also extremely ruthless, knowing that there will be countless life and death, until the beauty is dead, it has never looked back.

I can't remember when I had a memory.

I also don't know what kind of fairy I am.

I am also like ordinary people, admiring the moon and flowers, and traveling around the world.But he has never seen the "mortal world" as everyone calls it.

The world is like a dream to me.

But I don't have any expectations or extravagant hopes for this fantasy dream.

I believe in gratification in time, muddle along.

I am completely different from what they think I am, and I am also out of tune with this heaven.

I may be at ease.

Or maybe I'm in chains.

It was one night when I saw that person again.

He hurried past me.

At that moment, I smelled an extremely strong smell of alcohol, as if a jar of wine that had not been opened for a long time was unsealed in an instant.

I think he drank a lot.

There is a saying in the mortal world, that is to use wine to get rid of sorrows. I have heard the second half of the sentence.

He should have many things on his mind.

Just like his altar of unopened wine.

The longer the backlog, the more uncomfortable I feel. Perhaps after a while, simple things will become difficult.

When I reached out to hold him, I actually didn't think too much.

I just want to remind him.

There are tens of thousands of roads, and safety is the first. Drinking is not standardized, and relatives cry.

Of course, he didn't listen to me.

He took advantage of the opportunity to grab my arm, tilted his head slightly, looked at me with drunken eyes for a moment, and said a word full of alcohol from his lips: "Thank you."

Then he let go of his hand without hesitation, and walked forward step by step, but also staggered several times.

I watched his back silently.

Maybe there is God's will in the dark, or maybe God's will always likes to make harmless jokes with people like me.

After walking a short distance, he suddenly fell headfirst.

I have never had any tacit understanding with kindness.

But even I don't know why I didn't turn a blind eye.

I could have thought that jar of wine had never been opened, as if I had never met this person.

But in the principle of passing pleasure in time, the dense net is touched by the compassion that silently passed through the prison of thorns.

It's like a greedy spider.

Lying in the net in my heart, this heart that is almost like dead wood trembles faintly.

It seems to be playing a silent piece of music.

After he woke up, he only stayed in the room for a very short period of time.

He never exchanged names with me because we both agreed that it was just a chance encounter.

No need for more intersection, no need for acquaintance.

Even though it seems that between me and him, it is not as simple as meeting by chance.

Fate is such a thing, it doesn't count if it is shallow or deep.

No one can tell whether the fate is deep or shallow, good or bad, true fate, or a debt that cannot be cleared until the end of a matter.

But before he left, he finally thanked him softly.

It is completely different from the wine opened last night.

At that time.

He is like a clear spring.

When I met him again, I was tracking down the whereabouts of a private mortal fairy.

To my surprise, we met under a tree with flying peach blossoms.

I could look right into his eyes.

It is so clear that there is no concealment, so it completely reflects the shadow of the flower in the eyes.

He is very different from me.

But it always reminds me of the mellow and strong wine that night.

It seems that if you take a sip, you will never forget the spicy feeling that confuses your mind forever.

He stared at me for a long time.

Then he took the initiative to ask: "What a coincidence, are you here too?"

We didn't exchange names after all.

But he and I are well aware of the fact that we are destined for each other.

On the highest pavilion, we sat and drank many cups of tea.

Because I told him that too strong wine will be bad.

He didn't understand what I was talking about, and neither did I.

All my life, from waking up to waking up, I have never had any friendship at all.

Someone showed me a 3000-year-old bamboo forest, but I was neither moved nor responded.

Someone kissed me down to help me practice, and I didn't realize how much kindness this was.

Speaking of this, my life is ruthless and ungrateful.

But the spiders in the web at the bottom of my heart crawled meanderingly, as if they were pulling the internal organs and trembling endlessly.

Let me take a brief look at him.

It's like seeing huge waves and never having peace for the rest of your life.

The author says:

Mr. Shen has Wong Kar Wai on his mind.