Strawberry West Toast

Wang Zhen rolled over slowly from the electric scooter. In order not to lose face, he let the injured leg land first, and then lowered his left leg.

Wang Zhen said to Pei Yiwei: "I'll go upstairs first."

He took two steps towards the door of the apartment building, the night wind blew his coat, he had been in Beijing for a year, but he still couldn't adapt to the climate here, his throat was dull, the air he inhaled was cold and dry, piercing his lungs Department, dense pain.

Pei Yiwei didn't say anything, stepped forward first, pushed open the door of the unit, let him in, then closed the door, and followed behind him.

There is heating in the building, and Wang Zhen felt it the moment he entered.He turned in one direction, facing Pei Yiwei, with confusion in his eyes.

Pei Yiwei said, "Just now, why did you look for me?"

Wang Zhen lowered his head and said, "That doesn't mean anything."

He swiped open the door and walked forward, Pei Yiwei reached out to stop him, pushed the door against him, and asked him: "Must it be like this?"

"Is it okay not to talk about this, I'm tired." Wang Zhen said.

Pei Yiwei hesitated for a few seconds, let go of his hand, and let Wang Zhen go in.

Wang Zhen walked up the first step and found Pei Yiwei still behind him.He pretended not to see and continued walking.Pei Yiwei's footsteps were as light as his breath, the corridor was very quiet, and the night wind slapped on the glass, making a loud bang.

"Who are those two people?" Pei Yiwei asked when they reached the third floor.

Wang Zhen didn't speak.

Not getting an answer, Pei Yiwei was not discouraged, kept a distance of more than two meters from Wang Zhen, and went all the way to the fifth floor.

Wang Zhen's hands were shaking when he took out the key, and he turned it twice, but the door failed to open.Leaning half of his body against the door, he looked over obliquely, and taunted Pei Yiwei in a very low voice: "We've followed here, and then what?"

He knew that Pei Yiwei would not answer, so he pushed open the door sideways, stepped in, and locked the door.

He scratched his hair, turned off the light, took off his windbreaker, and threw himself into the swivel chair.You can also smell the smell of medicinal oil, floating in the room vaguely.

He thought locking Pei Yiwei out was the end of the conflict, but he didn't expect it to be the beginning of anxiety.As time passed, he faced the blank desktop and finally realized that he hadn't made any progress in the past two years.

"Push," Wang Zhen said to the outsider, "open."

Pei Yiwei did not push the door to enter, but stood outside the door, waiting for Wang Zhen to open the door.

Wang Zhen didn't open the door, and let him stay in the aisle. After a while, he patted on the light in the dormitory, and only said one word: "Come in."

Pei Yiwei went in.

There was no one else in Wang Zhen's dormitory, Xu Zixian moved out, the other two tables were empty, the floor was cleaned very clean, and the air carried a faint fragrance of jasmine.

"Do you have a basin?" Pei Yiwei said, "Put it on your legs."

Wang Zhen got up and found him a water basin. Pei Yiwei carried the water basin and went to the public bathroom. When he came back, Wang Zhen leaned on the swivel chair with his trousers rolled up.

Such a tall boy is also humble when he squats down.Wang Zhen realized that he was weaker than he imagined. He had waited for seven hundred days and countless days and nights for this moment. Now that he finally climbed the snow mountain, he didn't know what to do with the top of the mountain.

Pei Yiwei put his calf on the plastic stool and covered the wound over and over again with a wet towel.Warm steam climbed up his ankles, the water in the basin was already cold, but his palms were warm.

"Can you?" Pei Yiwei said, "Go to bed by yourself."

Wang Zhen nodded.

Pei Yiwei packed up the basin and towels and walked to the door.With his back to him, Wang Zhen unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his white back. He saw Wang Zhen put the shirt on the back of the chair and changed into pajamas.

"Let's go," Pei Yiwei slowly closed the door, "Go to bed early."

"Well," Wang Zhen looked back at him, "You too."

Wang Zhen took the time to go to the police station and explained the situation of that night in detail. Because the injury was not serious and there was no definite evidence, Xu Zixian was only called to have a talk once, and then he was released.

After the mid-term, Wang Zhen went to other places to sketch, which was part of the course, and the location was chosen in a remote mountain village.

On the day of Wang Zhen's departure, Pei Yiwei had a professional class. Half an hour before departure, Wang Zhen told him that he was about to go to another place. He was already on the bus at that time. He was not sure whether Pei Yiwei would come. In order to avoid possible loss, he played with himself once. game.

When the bus drove six kilometers away, Pei Yiwei replied and asked if he had set off.

-Let's go, just passed Xizhimen.

After a few minutes, Pei Yiwei replied.

-Okay, be safe on the road.

Early the next morning, Wang Zhen and Chen Si went outside the village for a few laps.The village is built at the foot of the mountain, and there are few pedestrians along the way. It retains the temperament of the traditional northern countryside. It is bleak and deserted in winter, and it is full of dead trees and weeds.

The pond in the east of the village is covered with dried lotus flowers, which can be painted. Wang Zhen set up an easel in front of the pond.In order not to pollute the water source, Chen Si went to the small store in the village to buy two large bottles of mineral water and poured them into plastic buckets for easy washing of pens.

After finishing work in the afternoon, Wang Zhen brushed his pen briefly, Chen Si put the turpentine into the painting box, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Look at that kid, he has been staring at us for half an hour."

Wang Zhen looked at the place he said, a boy in his early ten years old, wearing a gray coat, sitting on a low wall made of loess, staring at them intently.

——The strange thing is that the boy's expression is dull. Such an expression may make sense on a five or six-year-old child, but on a ten-year-old child, it looks weird.

Wang Zhen turned to Chen Si and said, "Maybe I haven't seen a painter before, let's go."

After packing up the painting box, the two walked along the gravel road to the village.The boy followed them at a distance, hopping now and then, waving his arms up and down like a bird.

Chen Si was confused all the way, until the boy started to imitate the birdsong, and then suddenly realized, "Is this kid..."

Halfway through the conversation, three boys came head-on.Holding the branches in their hands, they were talking and laughing. When they came to the boy in gray clothes, the three of them suddenly fell silent, and then they started laughing and laughing at the boy.

One of the tall ears grabbed the boy's hair and fiddled with it. With a smile on his face, he patted the boy's cheek vigorously.

Chen Si couldn't stand it anymore, and was about to say a few words to them, when the tall boy suddenly screamed - the boy in gray bit his cheek.

The biting was fierce, the tall boy screamed desperately, and the two people beside him stepped forward to help, but the boy in gray refused to let go, clutching the tall boy's collar tightly, his face flushed red.

He was quickly pushed away by the two boys, but his upper and lower lips were already stained with bright red blood.

"Fuck. Your mother!" The tall one gave the boy a hard kick as soon as he broke free, and cursed quickly, "You fucking mad dog!"

The three children couldn't care about anything else, the tall one ran forward covering his face, and disappeared at the end of the path after a while.

Chen Si was taken aback, and said, "Is this kid so cruel?"

The boy in gray ate the blood from his mouth indifferently, glanced at Wang Zhen and Chen Si, and left with small steps.

Chen thought about it, had dinner at night, and said a few words to the teacher.The teacher came to sketch here every year, and was relatively familiar with the situation in the village. He said: "The child suffered from polio a few years ago and his brain was burnt out. Don't recruit him. In the previous sessions, some students teased him with food, and gave him fingers. Bitten, it took a long time to get to the hospital from here, everyone pay attention."

A girl next to him said, "Is it okay to leave him outside? Are you afraid of getting lost?"

Chen Si said: "It is estimated that no one at home has brought it."

Wang Zhen looked out the window. The boy was squatting on a dirt slope, fiddling with branches, and looked at them from time to time.

After returning home, Wang Zhen was about to fall asleep when his phone vibrated, and Pei Yiwei asked him what he was up to.

After typing "Getting ready for bed", Wang Zhen deleted them one by one, and sent Pei Yiwei a daytime photo, saying that the weather here is good.

Looking at the weather forecast, there has been smog in Beijing for the past two days. Wang Zhen said, "Remember to wear a mask when you go out tomorrow."

-Catch the picture, I won't reply tonight.

-Catch the picture and talk to me?

There was no reply for half a minute. Wang Zhen was teasing him, but Pei Yiwei replied, "Then I'll talk to you as soon as I finish it."

-I fell asleep after you finished, just concentrate on drawing, don't be distracted

Pei Yi came back a little late, Wang Zhen was about to turn off his phone and lay down on the bed when a WeChat call came in.

"Hello?" Wang Zhen said.

"About to sleep?"

Pei Yiwei's voice was very low, like catkins brushing against Wang Zhen's heart.

Wang Zhen said, "Not yet, are you in the studio?"

"Well," Pei Yiwei said, "I hear your voice is a little hoarse?"

Wang Zhen said: "I have a cold, I'm in the mountains, it's cold."

Wang Zhen seldom chatted with his friends on the phone, but the atmosphere was very good now, and he didn't want to interrupt.

"Is there any cold medicine?" Pei Yiwei said, "No, I'll send it to you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Wang Zhen smiled, "It will be fine in two days, and the class you sent is over."

Pei Yi was silent for a few seconds, and said, "Wear more during the day, you usually wear too little."

Wang Zhen felt that he was wearing too much, and he didn't know where Pei Yiwei came to his conclusion.

"Go to sleep now," Pei Yiwei said, "Hurry up when you get better from your cold."

"Well, good night then?" Wang Zhen lay down on the pillow.

"Good night." Pei Yiwei said.