Ruler Book

Watching the boy in black rush out the door, the person who stayed in the box stood alone, lowering his head wearily.

He instinctively raised his left hand, wanting to rub the temple on his forehead to relieve his tense emotions, but the sharp pain from the nerve endings diverted his attention to the original injured left hand.

Across the door, he could vaguely hear reprimands coming from the restaurant door.

If it was a normal time, he might have deliberately reminded a certain kid not to be so strict with his fans, even if there would inevitably be illegitimate children or scalpers with impure intentions mixed in, but he could still stick to the restaurant door in the middle of the night Yes, most of them are a group of pure and innocent little girls, holding each other sincerely in front of them, just to make their favorite idols look at them more.

The love is hot, even if the coolness of the early autumn evening wind in Hangzhou penetrates deep into the bone marrow, it cannot be stopped.

The grand opening of the 27-year-old birthday ended badly. Xiao Yun turned around and looked at the four fondant cakes neatly arranged on the table.Although the origins of the cakes are different and the colors and shapes are different, they all cue to his favorite fairy tale without exception. I wish him a little prince who is loved by thousands of people every year. The infatuated fox follows closely, and can also take the beloved rose into his arms.

The guests who came to celebrate the birthday have already left one by one. Thinking that there is still a plane to catch early in the morning, Xiao Yunjian quickly sorted out his emotions and was about to call the staff to come in to deal with the aftermath. Suddenly it flickered.

He thought it was another birthday greeting from his relatives and friends, so he glanced casually, but when he saw the name on the caller ID, he showed a surprised look, and hurriedly picked it up.

"Hello," Xiao Yun couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive the moment the phone was connected, "Mr. He?"

"Happy birthday, Sean," compared to the hesitation in his tone, the person on the other end of the phone just let out a helpless chuckle, "I've said it many times, don't call me Mr. He, you can just call me in my name."

"Evis," thinking of the other party's identity, Xiao Yunjian hesitated for a moment, and finally called out an English name after a compromise, which sounded neither so official nor too intimate.While speaking, he subconsciously looked at the pointer on the watch, and his brain quickly converted the time difference, "Have you returned to Paris yet?"

Or is it because of insomnia?After all, the quality of the other party's sleep has not been good. Anyway, he will never pretend to think that He Yi will be like the fans waiting outside the restaurant, staying up past midnight just to call himself this birthday celebration call.

Seeing Xiao Yun thinking so firmly, he was quickly slapped in the face in the next second, "No, I'm still in Hong Kong."

In the middle of the night, the two people separated by thousands of mountains and rivers actually chatted briefly on the same invisible radio wave, "The elders in the family are not in good health. I will stay in Hong Kong to take care of them recently, and I will not go back for the time being," He Yi Slowly explained to him, "Just in time, use this time to settle the divorce agreement with my wife."

When he heard the second half of the sentence, Xiao Yun saw that he lowered his head again, and curled up his fingers holding the phone tightly. He didn't know how to reply for a moment. After all, with his relationship with the other party, friends are not like friends, and lovers are not like lovers. Lovers, whether it is expressing joy or regret at this time, it seems to be too much.

Fortunately, this subtle entanglement didn't last long, and I heard He Yi continue to ask him on the other end of the phone, "Do you still have a vacation this year?"

"I will go back to Chongqing, and then I will be preparing to join the group. It is estimated that I will continue to shoot until next year." He honestly stated his next plan in the tone of reporting work to his boss.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I was the one who introduced you." Compared with the mixed feelings in Shou Xing's heart at the moment, the person on the other end of the phone line sounded very happy, and the effort in just a few words was unprecedented. Laughed a few times, and changed his usual seriousness, "I wanted to ask if you still have time to go skiing in Japan before the end of this year? But work is the most important thing, don't worry, the director of your next movie and our family are considered It’s an old friend, Wu Zhi is born, and the sword is not old, you should be able to learn something by following him, and you won’t waste your time in vain.”

Girls are old at the flick of a finger, and the years are fleeting. In this circle, the youth of male artists is actually an equally precious thing. This is especially true for Xiao Yunjian, who debuted as an older amateur. In the past, there was nothing he could do without filming, but now things have changed. , it is natural to seize every opportunity, good or bad, to join the group seamlessly.

However, when the bargaining chip at the other end of the scale was weighed and given up, it was an opportunity to get along with Mr. He day and night, Xiao Yun still felt a little pity, "I'm sorry..."

"Obviously it was my whim, why did you say sorry to me?" He Yi laughed loudly, "Sean, don't forget that you are the birthday star today, don't apologize to anyone casually, and don't be unhappy."

Human beings are really amazing creatures. When I met He Yi in Kyoto last month, his whole body was still covered with frost and snow that seemed to last forever, but only a short month had passed. The snow had already melted and turned into bright moonlight on the horizon.

At this moment, Xiao Yun didn't know if it was a hallucination caused by being too tired. Xiao Yun was surprised to find that he could hear the softness buried deep in that lightly comforting words.

The last time Xiao Yun went to Japan was a month ago, in September in Kyoto, he walked through the atrium garden of the Oyamazaki Sanso Art Museum, the seasons change, the summer wind stops, the lotus in the pond has withered, only the red maples in the garden Falling down behind him, it was so glamorous.

Guided by the bodyguards, he stopped in front of a Japanese-style room, and at a glance he saw the familiar figure sitting behind the Liuyun screen, and saw that the other party was taking out a series of paintings from a silver suitcase at his hand. The scrolls were unfolded and flattened, and after looking at them for a while in the hands, they directed the staff to hang them one by one on the opposite white wall.

Plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum are a set of pictures of four gentlemen. Xiao Yun, who is not familiar with traditional Chinese painting, can only see the profound brushwork in the painting when he glances at it casually. Yes, there is a high probability that it is handmade by a famous artist.

Until he saw the name inscribed in the signature, "Dao, far away?"

He unconsciously muttered aloud, and was startled by his abruptness as soon as the words came out, "I'm sorry Mr. He, did I disturb you?"

However, He Yi waved his hand lightly, beckoning him to sit down casually, "It's not an interruption, I wasn't looking at the painting at all." While speaking, the man poured a cup of hot tea by himself and handed it to Xiao Yun, "This is all I didn’t expect the exercises I used to do when I was bored to practice pens, but I didn’t expect to look at them ten years later, and they would be quite bluffing.”

Ten years ago practice pen practice?Xiao Yun was really surprised when he heard this, and turned his gaze back to the paintings on the wall, and looked at them carefully.Even if he knew the origin of the family in front of him, but when he really saw it with his own eyes, he, who was a design major, still felt ashamed, "You draw very well."

"Really?" He Yi couldn't help laughing at his praise, "My sister probably thinks that my paintings are very good, so even after ten years, I still have to rummage through the boxes and cabinets to find these paintings from nowhere. , Urging me to send it away quickly."

After the words fell, there was a short period of silence in the Japanese room. He Yi refilled the tea in the cup, caressingly caressed the side of the cup boiled with clear water, maybe it was because the sadness flowing in his words was too clear, which attracted Xiao Yun's attention. Can't help but be affected by the thoughts, secretly repeating the inscription in the painting in the bottom of my heart.

It wasn't until the other party took the lead in sorting out his emotions that he suddenly got up and patted him on the shoulder.

In order to welcome the distinguished guests, the art museum was cleared and closed in advance, and the entire exhibition hall was empty, with only one guide leading two guests to browse around.

It's a pity that the two guests seemed to have their own concerns, and they showed a lack of interest along the way, which made the commentator murmur in his heart.

When they walked around the fair-faced concrete labyrinth and walked into the underground gem box specially designed by the architect, she finally raised the volume unconsciously as if waiting for a life-saving straw, "Mr. He, Mr. Xiao, these four pictures It is the treasure of our town hall, Oscar-Claude Monet's masterpiece, thewaterlilypond."

She thought that the authentic works of the masters exhibited here would be the first to attract the attention of the chairman of the Shiguang Art Foundation, but unexpectedly, after hearing her explanation, the first one who raised her head was the very tall one standing next to He Yi. Good looking young man.

"Mr. Xiao, do you like Monet's works very much?"

Xiao Yun coughed lightly and was about to express his thoughts, but He Yi turned around first and looked sideways, "I remember you said that the design drawings you and Nymphaea worked together in the past were based on Monet's water lilies."

Nymphaea, upon hearing a name deeply buried in memory, the young man exclaimed in surprise, "Do you still remember?"

It was probably because he was so shocked at that moment that the other party felt a little helpless, "Of course, the name is special and the meaning is unique, so it is naturally impressive."

The lighting in the exhibition hall is ambiguous, faintly playing on the masterpieces of the Impressionists, and people's hearts are infected with the dense water vapor by the water lily pond for no reason. In a clear voice, "Mianmian."

Thanks to the new drama that just wrapped up last month, Xiao Yunjian finally figured out the key point, and Fuzhi said inwardly, "Mianmian Siyuan, is she the one you didn't have time to send out the painting ten years ago? "

Unlike the little girl he casually molested in the new play, the Mianmian in the context of the dialogue is Mr. He's first love girlfriend. Although he doesn't know who it is, when he mentions it occasionally, he always hears her being called that.

This unexpected birthday celebration phone call didn't last long, so He Yi pushed Xiao Yunjian to go to rest early.After saying good night to each other, before cutting off the communication, he seemed to think of something again, and said suddenly, "By the way, I have sent someone to borrow a picture of the painting we saw in Kyoto last month for an exhibition, waiting for you Next time you go back to Beijing, you can visit the art gallery under my name when you have time.”

Xiao Yun wondered if he would have time to live up to the other party's kindness in the next busy schedule, but in the early morning of the next day, when he was surrounded by countless fans in the waiting hall of the airport, although he wanted to pinch his hand forcibly at one point It was only through the severe wound that he could stay awake for a moment, but that scene still involuntarily appeared in his mind.

Sitting among the red maple trees in the garden, He Yi plucked the strings on the piano and played a three-stringed lute in front of him.

After the guided tour of the art museum that afternoon, it was getting late, but He Yi did not leave in a hurry. Instead, he took Xiao Yunjian back to the open-air cafe on the second floor of the exhibition hall, and ordered an in-house coffee for the young man. The signature water lily cake, but I went downstairs and chose a place in the atrium to sit down at will, and then took a shamisen from the assistant.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, Xiao Yunjian never knew that He Yi could not only paint, but also play the piano.

In the year and a half of their acquaintance, no matter how close they were, they were still people from two worlds in essence. That little fetter was like the mist of the morning light, and if they were close, they would disappear without a trace after the sun came out.

"Green green riverside grass, lingering thinking about the distant road. The distant road is unimaginable, I dreamed of it in the past. I dreamed that I was beside me, and suddenly felt that I was in another country. Different counties in other countries, I never saw each other."

There is lovesickness in the wood, the strings have parting sounds, and the sound of the piano is lingling. Even if you are in a foreign country, the sanxian music performed by the noble son of the aristocratic family does not have the slightest harmony. Relatives.

"Before I came to Japan for vacation, I just received the divorce agreement from my wife." After the song was played, the person sitting under the maple tree did not get up immediately, but turned to the person who did not know when came to him. The young man talked about his nominal marriage without warning, "Whether it is her or my sister, it seems that everyone around me feels that even though it has been almost ten years, everything is not too late , do you feel the same way, Sean?"

Seeing Xiao Yun who was suddenly cueed, he pondered for a moment and replied cautiously, "Of course it's not too late, as long as Mr. He thinks there is still room for redemption."

"What if I feel that it's time to let go?"

"Then please go straight ahead,"

In the dusk and twilight, the young man who would show a pair of rabbit teeth from time to time when he smiled, looked extremely cute, but at this moment, he took off his gentle mask of indifference to the world, and replied firmly.

"Never look back."

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Timeline: April 17-July 4