Goldberg Variations

The bridge is not wide, with two-way lanes in the middle and sidewalks more than one meter wide on both sides.

Different from Jiangzhou City, which has begun to sleep in the rest of the city, this bridge is still awake.

There is a constant flow of vehicles on the driveway, and there are countless pedestrians on the sidewalks on both sides, including local citizens and tourists from other places, walking in twos and threes.

The two walked and ate with finger cakes.

The river was so bright that the starry sky darkened against it.

But the bright moon in the mid-air, which is about to be round but not yet round, is still bright, reflected in the distant river, but it is not with the competing lanterns, it is lonely and cold.

"Is the Mid-Autumn Festival coming soon?" Looking at the bright moon, Gu Kai suddenly remembered this.

"It seems to be..." Pei Wen said, "The Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, right?"

"What are your plans for Mid-Autumn Festival?" Gu Kai asked.

Pei Wen smiled when he heard the words: "What plans can I have, other than rehearsals and performances."

"Just like this, don't you plan to take a rest, or go out with friends?"

Pei Wen shook his head: "I've only had the Mid-Autumn Festival for many years."

"Huh? Why?"

Pei Wen stopped, leaned on the railing and looked towards the river, and said with a smile, "My parents got divorced on the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Gu Kai was slightly startled: "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Pei Wen said, "That happened more than ten years ago, but I don't really care about it anymore."

"It's just a habit of not celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival."

After Pei Wen finished speaking, he turned his head and smiled at Gu Kai, only to see the river wind howling on the bridge blowing towards his face with a fishy smell, shaking Gu Kai's carefully groomed hair to and fro.

To be honest, Gu Kai always dresses very delicately in front of Pei Wen. Pei Wen has never seen him like this before, so he couldn't help laughing out loud.

"What?" Gu Kai stroked his hair inexplicably, "Is there something on my head?"

"No." Pei Wen clasped his right hand to his lips, lowered his head to cover up his smile, "It's just that your hairstyle is a little... rare."

"Rare?" Gu Kai took a picture with his mobile phone as a mirror, realized what happened, and said indifferently, "No way, no matter how good the pomade is, it can't stop such a strong wind."

Because Pei Wen poured a bucket of cold water during the performance, his hair was not styled at all, and he simply dried it after the performance.

The hair is fluffy and soft, and it stretches its teeth and claws in the river wind.

Gu Kai scratched his hair: "Laugh, you're pretty much the same anyway."

Pei Wen didn't have time to dodge, and frowned: "Don't touch my hair with the hand you took the pancake."

Gu Kai stretched out his hand to touch again: "Dislike?"

"Disgusting!" Pei Wen backed away this time, and ran away quickly.

Gu Kai caught up with him, grabbed his wrist to prevent him from running, lowered his head and pointed at himself: "You are allowed to touch it back."

Pei Wen gave him a white look with a smile, and took out his hand: "Whoever wants to touch it, you can touch it yourself."

Gu Kai regretted: "Don't touch it, few people have this opportunity."

"No." Pei Wen expressed that he was not interested in Gu Kai's head, and asked as he slowed down, "Then according to what you mean, has anyone touched your head before?"

"That's for sure," Gu Kai said, "My father, my mother, my grandpa, my grandma, grandparents, uncles, aunts, aunts, aunts..."

"So many relatives in your family?" Pei Wen frowned.

Gu Kai laughed out loud: "Just kidding, there are not so many seven aunts and eight aunts."

Pei Wen pouted lightly: "Then what else?"

"Ok?"

"I mean except the elders." Pei Wen didn't look at Gu Kai, but looked sideways at the colorful lanterns reflected in the river.

"Except for the elders...then I can't remember clearly, exes?"

"Exes?"

"Have you had many exes?"

Gu Kai counted on his fingers in a serious manner: "One, two, three, four... Well, I can't count with two hands anyway."

Hearing this, Pei Wen glanced at Gu Kai, ignored him, turned around and left.

The author has something to say: I ran out of manuscripts, so... cough, slip away