The burden of true and false idols

Song Duan stared blankly at the person in front of him whose eyes were shining brightly. For some reason, he felt familiar.

"Liang." His voice was like a mosquito, his fingers trembling slightly, and he wanted to touch his eyes again.

The man grabbed his left wrist again, and this time he was in both hands.

The four eyes met, and the air was stagnant.After a full 3 minutes, the man said helplessly: "I don't know why I'm here."

Song An still didn't blink, just looked at him quietly and blankly.

The man sighed, let go of one of his wrists, and turned him around, pointing at the opposite wall.

Dim lighting was enough to brighten the room.Song Han opened his mouth wide.

On the opposite wall hung a picture, which was a decoration that his father, who was a teacher, bought back from the city many years ago.There is a man on the screen, sitting in front of an upright piano, his fingers are bloodshot, and he is pressing on the black and white keys.There was an older man on the right side of him, with a reprimanded expression, and a hand that ruthlessly pulled the young man's arm.

Song Han blinked his eyes in confusion, and in his memory, his father's indistinct voice came: "Struggle, struggle desperately."

He turned around slowly and looked at the face behind him.Pale and handsome, with a flush of anger on his cheeks, he was exactly the same as the young man in the painting.

Song Huan was not afraid, this fool, as if he had discovered something wonderful, quickly laughed out, raised his hand stubbornly, stroked around his eye sockets with his index finger, and approached the "bright eye" secretly and carefully. ".

The young man sighed again.He glanced at the painting from a distance, and saw the middle-aged man angrily grabbing a ball of air, also... a bit sad.

Song An couldn't understand his sadness, but he was very happy.He has a new "brightness".

A brilliance that was completely different from others shot out from the man's eyes, as if there was a smell of burning herbs.Sweeping will, piercing darkness.

When the eyelids are lowered or opened, there are still bright sparks shining.Softer than daylight, hotter than lamplight, this marvelous light.

A new life unfolds before the fool.This mysterious young man, with the most beautiful voice, is astonishingly beautiful in every move.Song An obsessively followed behind him, chasing after the "Liang" in the eyes.

Song An still got up early to herd the sheep.

When the daylight passed over the hills, the fool jumped up and shouted his oath: "Bright!" And he only needs to look back, and his heart will be filled with new things again.

The young man propped himself on the grass, half-closed his eyes, the sunlight reflected on the transparent brown sphere, creating a soft curtain of light.The gentleness to the extreme, the ethereal to the extreme.

Song An squatted down again, stepped on the fresh weeds, touched the light in the morning light, and repeated: "Bright."

He is obsessed with light.In his world, only its light can break through his chaotic thoughts and give him fluctuating emotions.

Apart from shouting "Liang", he has no other words.This trait makes him both numb and extraordinarily pious.

The arrival of a young man seems to have unconsciously changed this trait.

He would glance at Song Han with a smile, then jump off the field ridge nimbly, yelling softly, and drive the sheep to a place where the grass is more plump.

A few sheep surrounded him, and the sound of the bell was more and more moving. He beat the time with the sound of the bell, and softly hummed a song that Song Han had never heard before.

Song An no longer grazes the sheep sloppily, and no longer lazily nests in the haystack to bask in the sun, but instead of raising his spirits, he lives in a more dull way.

He obsessively pursues his newfound "Liang".

As the moonlight streamed in the forest, the young man picked up a leaf and blew it on his lips.

The crisp and sweet voice climbed over the treetops and drifted in the wind. Song Han squatted at his feet, looked at him, and murmured in a low voice over and over again: "Bright."

When in the house, the man stood in front of the old-fashioned washstand. He poured the hot water emitting white gas into the copper basin, his expression was focused and soft, and his movements were slow and fast, letting the water flow and slap The edge of the basin made a crisp sound.

This person has the ability to make all sounds pleasant.

Song Duan was used to hearing cocks crowing and dogs barking and neighbors bickering, but he had never heard of these things.

He sat on the bench next to the man, watching him throw a piece of wood into the firepit, and the crackle and sparks were so beautiful.

Day after day, he chased that light.At night, when he knelt by the bed, he couldn't help reaching out to touch the flowing light.

He was so bold that he obeyed his instinct and kissed the light with his lips.

The man turned on the light, and his pale face was clearly visible again, making his eyes shine even more.

The man held Song Han's chin, kissed him lightly on the lips, picked him up from the ground, and put him on the bed.

Song Han was even happier. He lay on the man's body and touched the light again.

"Bright."

"Bright."

"Bright."

He repeated the word tirelessly, exhausted his strength, and worshiped the thing that split the darkness time and time again in his youth.

"Song An," the man stroked his cool cheek, "Song An, your name."

Song looked at him in confusion.His reaction to the name was far less than that of Liang, he just wanted to hear the man's voice again.

"It's okay," the man laughed, and pressed his index finger heavily on his lips. When it turned red, he said slowly, "This name can't seal your voice."

Song An's lips were blocked, a thin layer of water mist accumulated in his eyes, and he let out a "woo".

It's just that the man's eyes are brighter, as if something is about to come out, as long as he blinks, stars will fall.

Song An licked his fingertips with the tip of his small tongue.

Everything is natural.Like the mountain wind blowing the mountains, layers of dark clouds linger, dragonflies fly low, drizzle and passion/desire exchange with each other.

There are slightly protruding bones on the bare back, one joint after another, lying down under the thin skin, like an endless mountain range, where the aura of a body flows.

The young man's fingers tapped lightly on it, like playing a piano, striking the soul on the bone keys, making the most beautiful music.

The boy's sobs and groans sounded quietly in the depths of the pitch-black mountain.He was picked up, and when the long white neck was bent over, he touched the eye sockets, and he was in a daze but spoke clearly: "Liang."

He knew nothing, yet fell in love with everything.He loves light more, loves sunlight, loves moonlight, loves starlight, loves eyes.

Dumb is silence, the inability to speak.

But when he was smashed to pieces and his eyes were distracted, he said the most beautiful words in the world.

The man's fingers were congested and swollen.He said with a smile that he loves the piano, even if he is tortured, he still wants to play the piano.

Song Han's voice was hoarse, and he said, "Go back."

Life was quiet again.When the smoke from the mountain village was rising, Song An went to herd the sheep.

The copper bells are melodious and the grass is fragrant.A ray of red light was born in the sky, covering his pupils.Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto No. [-] sounded slowly, and between leveling and swinging, a rising fireball was greeted.

Song An stood on a high field ridge.Looking at the sun, he smiled very lightly.

In the dimly lit wooden house, the man in the picture is playing the piano calmly, the music will never fade away and will flow forever.

Do you hear the voice of the flower?

It was Song Huan's voice.

"It's finished!"

At night, the whole crew held a bonfire party in the mountains. Everyone danced hand in hand.

No one knew how much Xiao Fu drank, but he looked drunk, he stumbled into the room after twelve o'clock, fell on the bed and fell into a drunken madness quietly, and he didn't know what to mutter.

When Xu Wang came in, he was not wearing any clothes on his upper body, and he was lying prone on the bed as if he was not afraid of catching a cold.

"Drunkard." Xu Wang smiled, and pulled up the quilt to cover him.

"Brother." Xiao Fu, who seemed to be drunk, grabbed his wrist.

His face was astonishingly red, and his eyes were even darker, looking straight at Xu Wang.

"Huh?" Xu Wang looked at him with a smile.

I saw Xiao Fu pulled the quilt away, slipped the hand holding his wrist, touched his palm, opened his fingers again, and dexterously slipped through his fingers.

His long eyelashes trembled, and his black and white eyes slowly revealed: "Do you want to, do you want to finish shooting what you didn't shoot?"

Xu Xuan's heart skipped a beat.

Naturally, when shooting, they borrowed seats and took some partial close-ups. Naturally, it was impossible for the two of them to communicate with each other so deeply.that now...

Xu Wang felt that his throat was a little dry, and after a long while, he said dryly, "Little fool, you're so drunk this time."

He smiled again: "I'll think about how to tease you."

But Xiao Fu pulled him violently, dragged him onto the bed, and directly bit his palm.

Before Xu Wang could react, he lightly and quickly pressed a kiss on that soft palm.

"I'm not drunk, listen to me." He put that hand on his heart again.

"Xu Wang," Xiao Fu looked at him very seriously, "Did you hear the sound of flowers?"

His heart beats. "It's the voice of love."

Xu Wang looked at him for a long, long time.The time he waited was far longer than this.

Xu Wang raised his hand to caress the back of Xiao Fu's neck, and pressed his head to himself, touching his forehead.

His voice was extremely sweet, but there was a trembling that couldn't be hidden: "Xiao Fu, my baby Xiao Fu is saying, do you love me?"

Xiao Fu's eyes were like a torch: "I used to be very afraid that I would not be firm, and that my love would not last long. But now, brother Xu Huang," he suddenly felt a sore nose, "I am sure that it is impossible for me to fall in love with someone else."

"The world is frivolous and impetuous, not even as pure as the copper bell of a sheep on the mountain."

"But it's worth loving."

"I love this world because of you in the world. I don't like this sentence. I don't love the world because of you. I love the world, and you love it, so I often feel happy."

"I'm young and I'm going through a lot, but I know I can't love the world with someone else."

Xiao Fu looked at Xu Wang, and his eyes flickered with light: "When I finally stood on the ridge and watched the sunrise, I felt that I was Song An, and Song An was me. But when the first ray of light fell on me, I felt Miss you terribly."

"In that country, Song An sent you away. But I don't want to be separated from you. I want to be with you, hand in hand to welcome the light. I once felt that if someone pointed a gun at you, I would definitely take it away." Take a shot to protect you. But now, I understand, I am not that heroic, and at that moment I can only push you away."

A tear dripped from the corner of Xiao Fu's eyes, the tip of his nose was red, and his voice trembled slightly: "When I think of that, I feel extremely scared, and I am very afraid of losing you." He tightened his sleeves and asked him, "Are you honest? Tell me, you are not from the painting, right, you really exist, right?"

Tears had already covered his cheeks unknowingly, Xiao Fu raised his head, sobbing: "Hug me. Answer me."

Xu Wang hugged him, then groped for his hand, held it and kissed his ring finger.He solemnly promises:

"Don't be afraid. I'm really here, always."

"Xu Huang." Xiao Fu lowered his head and called out to him in a muffled voice, the red roots were abnormally red.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I drank a glass of rice wine, but I wasn't drunk." He buried his head in Xu Wang's arms, and whispered, "I don't drink for courage. I'm sober and courageous. I drink to make my face look good."

Xu Wang couldn't help chuckling, stroked his hair, and coaxed him: "Okay, I see, you are very beautiful."

"So," Xiao Fu took a bite on his collarbone, then looked up at him again, "I want to tell you, I love you, I love you very much."

Xu Wang gently wiped away his tears, and smiled confidently: "Little silly, I already knew."

You don't have to repeat it over and over again, your heart will say, you love me.And I will always love you too.

The author has something to say: To be honest, this movie does not have much content, but I like it very much, I think it is beautiful, and I feel very peaceful when I think about it.

That's the end of this article, I wish baby Xiao Fu and baby Xu Wang happiness.To be honest, it’s really not good to run around naked without an outline, and write wherever you think of.But this article is mainly for decompression, and it is written for fun.Although there are many shortcomings, I am very happy to write it down, and it relieves the pressure to a large extent.

In fact, it was finished last night. I just looked at the last few paragraphs and was a little dissatisfied, so I revised it again.

I hope readers like it~ If you are interested in stupid authors, you can bookmark the column~