I don't know warm water

When he first arrived in Italy, Lu Yueping couldn't control Zou Yu, and Xu Jingqiang didn't want to control Zou Yu, so Zou Yu lost his mobile phone many times, and was cheated by his roommate for money.

Thanks to the fact that Zou Yan is not as reckless as other young students, many Italian students think that he is a handsome boy who is not enthusiastic and has a Chinese charm.Of course, there are also credits for his good looks and hard-working attitude. Compared with the Chinese students in the same school, his popularity is very high.He is also very popular when he works outside.

Zou Yan is not a student who often goes to discuss with his teacher, but every time he visits his teacher, he always has to go to some strange places, like the top floor of the school's laboratory building, the third men's room on the second floor of the library, There is also a small attic in the principal's office or something.In short, if you look for him at any time, he will be doing other things at any time and tell you "you can come here".

Zou Yan has not returned to China, not just because the travel expenses are not cheap, but more importantly because he wants to adapt to living alone in Italy.

He would make video calls to Xu Jingqiang and Lu Yueping from time to time.One and a half years after he arrived in Italy, on Easter, Zou Yan heard from Lu Yueping that his aunt had died of breast cancer half a month ago.

Suddenly, at least Zou Yan never expected it.And a few days ago Xu Jingqiang suddenly called Zou Wei, and it was rare that he didn't come to ask about his study progress or to tease him.After pondering for a long time, he asked him cryptically how the weather in Florence was, and warned him a few words: don't be too troublesome, it often rains in winter and you should bring an umbrella, don't catch a cold and get sick; no matter how busy you are, don't stay up late; eat on time.

Now that I think about it, this is probably Xu Jingqiang's effort to transfer his emotions that he had hoarded for many years to a subtle sustenance.

Although Zou Yan didn't know Xu Jingqiang's life, he never felt that Xu Jingqiang was an infatuated person.But he never married for life, and he never pursued his aunt again, but just accompanied his aunt all his life as a bosom friend.

Zou Yan suddenly felt uncomfortable for him, and couldn't help calling Xu Jingqiang, but his hands were itchy, and he didn't know what to say when he called.

"What are you doing, brat? I didn't tell you that I was in New Zealand? In the middle of the night, you want me to die suddenly?"

Zou Yan immediately hung up the phone.

From a young age, Zou Wei knew how much the environment affects people.Like in school, no one will talk about Van Gogh, Raphael and Michelangelo as gossip; in the studio, no one will tell you how to put the tofu nao peanuts so that they will not soften.Looking at the thesis he made now, Zou Yan actually has some illusions of "Is this considered to be progress by leaps and bounds?"

In fact, Zou Yan knows that his life is still monotonous.There are many classmates around him who may not be as good at painting as he is, but they can dance and play musical instruments, and they seem to be very fun at any party.There is also a boy who is tall and strong, but he especially likes to dance with Korean girl groups, and he dances very charmingly.

Under a half-sized lemon tree, when Zou Yan watched a boy play the guitar, he stared at his hands for a long time.Seeing him plucking the strings with slightly curved fingers, a beam of sunlight just shone on the place where the sound came out, on the boy's slender and well-articulated white fingers, the fine hairs on the back of his hands were also shining, and fine dust could be seen in the air Xu, □□ has a transparent visual effect.

The boy suddenly stopped playing and looked at the Chinese boy with his head tilted in front of him.He knew him, and he had sat behind him in a French class with the same teacher and whispered that his hair was so black and beautiful.

It's just that the Chinese boy's eyes are obviously on the guitar in his arms.

So he waved at him: "Come together?"

Zou Yan came back to his senses: "I won't."

Alfredo continued to call him with a smile: "Come and try, I will teach you for free." Then, he stood up and walked towards Zou Zou with the guitar in his arms.

Alfredo is tall and lean, with obvious muscles and slightly protruding blue veins on his short-sleeved arms.He has a clean shaved head, a light layer of golden stubble on his scalp, a round head, a thin and majestic face, thick eyebrows, deep eye sockets, narrow and long eyes, and crystal blue eyes.

He is very good-looking, and the sun falls on his face, which is very beautiful, but it is also very troublesome to draw.

Before he knew it, Zou Yan realized that this boy had been standing in front of him for a long time.He smiled and asked, "Can you?"

Alfredo nodded: "Of course." As he spoke, he directly held up one of his hands, "Your hands are beautiful."

Compared with Alfredo's well-articulated hands, Zou Yan's hands are more like catkins, slender, soft and small.

Zou Wei felt sweaty palms and forgot to take it back for a while. Alfredo pulled him back to sit under the tree.

It's the same as the hard truth that Zou Yan has experienced long ago, no one becomes a big fat man by one bite.He couldn't remember how long he played guitar with Alfredo, how many French lessons he took together, how many afternoons or evenings he spent together.It is now the summer of Zou Yan's third year in Italy.

"Do you want to eat plum cake? My mother is very good at making it. I can ask her and make it for you." Alfredo really tried his best to invite Zou to be a guest in his rented house.

"Next time, the professor said he has something to do today." Zou Zhe quickly replied to the message with his fingers.

Although Alfredo is used to Zou's refusal to invite him to play at home, he is still disappointed and always feels that it is not the right time.

The professor came to him just for the graduation project, and said that he wanted to talk to him about his philosophy.

After Zou and the professor briefly explained why he had such an idea, his WeChat rang again.

There is a friend request, the profile picture is all black, and the nickname is also a simple period.

It happened that the tutor did not reply to the message, so Zou Yan passed the application smoothly and asked the other party: Who is it?

The person on the other end kept displaying "the other party is typing...", and Zou Yan just stared at it boredly.After nearly a minute, the other end gave him three words: Li Zhefei.

Zou Wei was a little dizzy. These three words gave him the illusion of "I haven't been back to China for a long time so I don't know Chinese characters". Son.There are sounds, but more of them are ordinary waves that are stirred up into ripples, and then unnaturally set off turbulent waves on the calm seabed.

But soon, the notification tone of the text message brought Zou Wei back in time.

"I'm a little surprised. Because I know you are a person who pursues meticulousness, but you want to focus on a big theme this time. Sunset. What kind of metaphor does the sunset have?" Even though it's past six o'clock in the afternoon, The professor's curiosity and appreciation for Zou Yan made him unwilling to just enjoy the rest time like this.

Zou Yan didn't know how to tell the professor, it was a feeling.

the phone is ringing.

It's Lu Yueping.Because of phone bills and wanting to see each other, Lu Yueping seldom called him directly, and the mother and son often made WeChat videos.So before Zou Yan picked up the phone, he vaguely had a bad feeling.

"Hey, hello, are you Lu Yueping's child?" The voice sounded like a middle-aged woman, a little anxious.

"Yes. May I know who you are?" Zou Wei stood up and walked around Alfredo to answer the question.

"Your mother suddenly lost a lot of blood today. We sent her to the hospital. But it's very late now, and we have to go home to take care of the family. Can you come and accompany her?"

Zou Yan panicked all of a sudden: "Where is it?"

"The First Hospital."

After thanking him again and again, Zou Yan almost immediately went to pack his things and buy a plane ticket. Fortunately, his passport and visa were still valid.While loading things, he contacted his aunt and asked her to take care of Lu Yueping.

Alfredo saw that Zou Zhe was so anxious that his brows couldn't wait, and he was also a little anxious. He drove a Ferrari to wait for Zou Zou downstairs, and said that he would take him to the airport.

Zou Yan sat in the car and looked anxiously at the sky outside the window.The sky without so much smog is really beautiful. Even if the sun is about to set and the ink color gradually rises, the aftertaste of the sunset is still beautiful.

Alfredo knew that Zou's mother had an accident, so he wanted to go back to China suddenly.But he still tried to explain: "This car was a birthday present from my dad. Of course I couldn't afford it myself."

Zou Yan didn't understand what he was saying all of a sudden, and ignored him.

Alfredo was a little disappointed, but understandable.Speed ​​up and send Zou Yan to the airport.

Just after getting off the plane, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening on the second day in China. Zou Yan was dragging his suitcase and felt his temples throbbing, as did his eyelids.

he knows.Of course he knew who Li Zhefei was, but now he didn't know what else the words "Li Zhefei" could mean.Apart from making himself more worried about Lu Yueping, he didn't know how else he could stop thinking about Li Zhefei.

After getting in the taxi, Zou Yan still called Lu Yueping regardless of the time being late: "Mom, are you still in the hospital? I'll come over now."

"Don't, don't come! No need, I'm fine, I've already gone home. When you come back, go home." Lu Yueping's breath was weak, but she spoke with great effort.

Knowing that she would not want to ask her to go back to the hospital now, Zou had no choice but to tell the driver a temporary change of destination, and was going to take Lu Yueping to the hospital after returning home.

Zou Yan even brought the house key with him.He opened the door of the house and saw that the headlights in the living room were on. Lu Yueping was still lying on the sofa, her eyes half closed, and a towel was draped over her body.

"Mom, why did you come back? What did the doctor say? Come with me again." Zou Yan only thought about Lu Yueping's poor health. When he walked to the sofa, he saw that Lu Yueping had aged a lot. She was less than 45 years old and had hair. Half white—it can be seen from the roots that she often dyes her hair black.Skinny, with a slack face.

"Mom... you are..." Zou Wei suddenly regretted that he refused to go home for his own ideals in the past two or three years.

Lu Yueping felt a bitterness of compromise. She said "um" and sat up: "I'm back, Bao. Have you eaten yet, are you hungry?"

Zou Yan forced himself to calm down, and he sat down: "Mom, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you listen to the doctor?"

Lu Yueping pointed to the coffee table, leaning on her son who had become a smart and healthy adult in the time when everyone didn't care much, looked at him greedily, smiled, and said in a trembling voice: "It's useless. Cervical cancer , for many years."

Zou Wei froze, his eyes followed the direction of Lu Yueping's fingers, and saw a few familiar red and white cartons that he had seen several times in the depths of the refrigerator at home, but never paid attention to.

Cervicitis tablets.

Zou Wei seemed to have been hit from the back with a hammer, and his whole body was numb from the spine to the cerebral cortex.When had he first seen such a thing?Seven or eight years ago?Seven or eight years ago, Lu Yueping suffered from cervicitis, and she had been relying on common medicines to reduce the inflammation.How can today's terminal illness be regarded as inflammation?