The third year of divergence

During a long narration, Ji Heyi closed his eyes and listened to the soundtrack.

Halfway through the film, we can already see its well-paced narrative and exquisite structure. As expected, it should be able to add luster to Chi Cong's resume in terms of artistry.

"Regret" should be the theme emotion that runs through the first nine and 10 minutes of this romance film.The protagonist seems to be born with misfortune, and always unconsciously makes decisions that hurt others and himself at the fork in the road.If the tragedy cannot be completely blamed on fate, the people in the wrong place will inevitably bear more regrets.

Life and death or farewell, foreshadowed by the substituting and ordinary daily life, rendering the atmosphere of the theater extraordinarily quiet.

Perhaps it is because he is familiar with the plot and ending, or because he lacks a certain ability to empathize with the emotion of regret. Compared with the narration of the story, Ji Heyi is more focused on the beauty of the picture and Chi Cong's acting skills.

Excellent actors are really incredible. He is familiar with Chi Cong Ruji and He Yi, and he has never acted in a play until now.

The mobile phone in his pocket vibrated for the third time, and he glanced at it, it was a matter of work.After the tense conflict on the screen came to an end, he left his seat with his mobile phone.

When going out, it is inevitable to disturb a whole row of spectators, including the most outlandish Chi Yan who sleeps peacefully on his head.

Ji Heyi paid attention to avoiding the stretched legs of the sleeping person, and his footsteps on the aisle were silent.The person propping his forehead wrinkled his nose, and was about to wake up, but until Ji Heyi brushed the armrest and left, he just tilted his head and changed his sleeping position.

The light of the safe passage behind was on, and the sound of opening and closing the door was barely audible.

In the dark, the eyes of the closed eyes opened, stared blankly at the movie screen for a while, and then slowly closed.

People who have been using the same cologne all year round may not know how silently the way of leaving is, but the familiar smell has domesticated the senses of those who were once close, wrists, necks, clothes corners, and even a colorless and odorless Eyes, no matter how short the fragrance stays, will be caught.Like tobacco that is clean before burning, it can cause addiction to itchy throat before it enters the nose.

Sleepy and drowsy, Chi Yan unconsciously touched his pocket, only touching the cool metal outer wall of the lighter.

On the big screen, the young protagonist walks alone on the campus boulevard with his head bowed. Against the background of the school uniform and the sunlight, Chi Cong's face looks young and rebellious.The amazing thing about the movie is that in just a few 10 minutes of the screen, many people can find an outlet for their long memories and closed emotions. The story sobbed softly.

The light from the screen shines on the eyelids of light sleepers, disturbing their dreams from time to time.

Is it a dream?Is it a memory?Who knows, anyway, it's a scene that you can't see when you open your eyes.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, the movie viewer, who was wandering outside the plot, seemed to see a tree-lined avenue that overlapped with the screen. He saw a teenager standing in front of the signpost of a strange school, quietly looking around and hesitating.

A large number of high school students rubbed shoulders with him without looking back, and some people looked sideways at the bruise on the forehead and mouth of the young man at the intersection.

The boy looked back impatiently, and saw a pair of lingering eyes.

"Pool feast?" the owner of the eyes asked him.

The high school student was carrying a black shoulder bag and was a head taller than the junior high school boys.

"You know me?" He raised his face and asked, "How do you know my name?"

"Chi Cong mentioned you to me, you look a lot like your brother." He should be the kind of person who is stingy with expression, his eyes linger for a long time, inexplicably giving people the illusion that he is being treated especially preferentially.

"Come with me? I'll take you to find Chi Cong. He's still in the Academic Affairs Office, and he won't be able to leave for a while."

follow him?Stay where you are and wait?Come on, his white shirt is about to disappear into the shadows of the trees.

He saw Chi Cong again, a face younger than the rough glance on the screen.

weekend?summer vacation?Or some ordinary after school, I don’t know, but there must be good sunshine outside the house.The seventeen or eighteen-year-old elder brother stepped on the lawn of the house and took a shortcut. While leaving quickly, he answered a friend's phone call: "Wait for me, about half an hour."

He lay on the window on the second floor and called brother.

"Why?" His elder brother, who was eager to keep the appointment, turned his head impatiently.

"Swimming, take me with you."

"Are you kidding me? Why are you joining in the fun, you landlubber?" He turned around and left.

He picked up a grape from the fruit plate, threw it out of the window, and hit the hurried back of the person who left.

"Fuck! My new clothes, do you want to get beaten up!"

"Take me with you." He shook another grape in his hand, and smiled at the jumping people, "The magazines you hid under the bed, and the game console under the TV cabinet in your living room, you took them from your uncle last month. The pocket money that was not handed in..."

"Okay, shut up!" A growl cut off his words, "Are you bored, are you bored! Don't you go to play with your own classmates when you're bored? Do you understand the three-year-old generation? You don't have much to say to us. It can be said that being a mascot thinks you are too noisy-you'd better give me a place, come down! I'll give you 1 minute."

He walked down the stairs three steps at a time.

Brother's friend, brother's friend.Have nothing to say, will you be considered noisy?Indeed, the three-year-old generation gap.

Chi Cong went out again, is he alone?with friends?Ah, I brought someone home this time.What to say?Will you be looked at with confused eyes when you have nothing to say?

He also saw his young self carrying a golden retriever puppy cheated by beef jerky, walking back and forth at the alley that he had already calculated.Sunshine covered the secluded road, and the puppy struggled again, and he held its mouth: "Shh, don't bark."

Finally the man hurriedly approached, his frown loosened: "Maomao, come here."

He let go, allowing the puppy to break free and jump into the owner's arms, watching the owner look up, "I've been looking for it for a long time—" he called his name, "Thank you, Chi Yan."

"You're welcome, Mao Ting took advantage of it, and I said why it looks so familiar, so it belongs to your family."

After walking a few steps and looking back, the alley in the dream was empty.

He saw quite a few images of many people, even the wet eyes of the golden retriever were bright, but the disorderly dream still refused to give that person a clear shot.

But memory is every detail.

What did he say, what did he do, what was he looking at?He cut his hair short, he seems to have grown taller again, Chi Cong will not grow taller, why is he still growing taller.He changed a watch, black.He glanced at him, what was he doing?He stopped him, and he asked Chi Cong if he was at home.The love letter he received was taken home by Chi Cong, who counted for a long time and said unwillingly that he lost.He went for a walk with the dog in Lakeside Park, and the golden retriever licked his chin.The T-shirt he is wearing today is white, and he has a girlfriend.

……what.

...Of course he will have a girlfriend.

The lighting of the theater gently paved the way for the upcoming plot. On the big screen, the protagonist accidentally knocked over a glass of wine.

It's a confession, a man to a male protagonist.

"I like you—surprised? I didn't intend to say it, but I thought that when you fell in love, you like to share with me in every detail. For my own feelings, let me say it again, I like you—not a friend The kind of liking for a friend is the kind of liking a boyfriend has for a girlfriend. Well, if you like it, you can say whatever you want for a girlfriend to a boyfriend. I don’t think this kind of liking needs to be clearly defined, it needs to be Asked one more question whether it is a man or a man."

... no, not right.

The words entered the ear, and the person in light sleep had not yet opened his eyes, and he had already refuted in his sleep.Not this voice, not this tone.

It should be a little deeper, a little more soothing.That was the voice and way of speaking that he was all too familiar with. He had heard how that voice stated business affairs, briefly described daily life, called him by name...and heard him talk about his deeply buried friendship calmly and softly.

"How long have we been with each other? In ten years, there are rarely two strangers like us who are lucky enough to spend so long confirming each other. I know everything about you, your strengths and weaknesses, the good and the bad. For example, you are holding back now. Stiffness doesn't interrupt my understanding, and it's another example of your poor acting skills when you wake up tomorrow and pretend to be drunk and didn't hear anything. Shhh - you don't need to say anything, I don't have any expectations for the answer you can give now.

I will wait for you—don’t be burdened, just wait, there are more important things than confession tomorrow, planting flowers and grass, busy with career, and maybe having a relationship or two after a long time.Your luck is indeed not very good, or your vision has not been very good. I will wait for you to finish hitting the south wall outside and take the classes you should take. I will wait for you to finish wondering how other men and women tell you about their love. I'm waiting for the day when you can't help but miss the glass of wine I poured for you today... At that time - how long will it take?Five years or ten years?At that time, if you say regret, I will forgive you for wasting so much of our time. "

The same chanting, reappeared in the night of the snowy mountain in a trance, and every piece of white that fell on the snowy night seemed to become words of love.He saw the young man with his back against the wall, listening to the confession across the door, staring unblinkingly at the warm wine cup in his hand.Outside the door was the elder brother's best friend who glanced over his elder brother's shoulder and gave him a slight nod after thinking about it for many years.

The grilled wooden door opened wide with a slight push, but his fingers paused for a moment in the cold wind blowing through the crack, and slowly returned to his pockets.

When the warm wine in his hand was completely cool, the door opened and closed, and several long corridors were passed through. He stood in front of an unknown corner, clutched the empty wine glass, and seemed to be squatting in a pool of burning wine. In front of the dry grass, a dying spark was twisted from a large piece of ashes. It was faint, but it was faintly hot, and the fire could be raging with a little warmth:

He likes Chi Cong, he likes a man—he can like a man.

He could have liked men too.

So—then, before Chi Cong "regrets", is there... someone else who can be that "one or two love affairs"?

At least "taking advantage of the gap" is an opening method that can't be met, at least "Chi Cong's younger brother" is also close to the water, at least... At least one person has said that the two brothers of the Chi family look alike.

Perhaps, when he looked over, his eyes might be confused by the similarity for a moment.

When I was young, my first judgment was accurate. He is really stingy with emotions and words. There is no other way. What should I do... What if I start with "my brother" when I quote him two more sentences? , How about trying Chi Cong's favorite and usual smile again.

Do first-time thieves feel uneasy about their stolen coins?Will do.

But people are always so greedy. Hungry people think hard about dripping rice, and finally become unsatisfied after being wrapped up. They are always a white steamed bun, delusion that there is fish and meat on the dinner plate.

After being handy, the thief will also be annoyed that he can only hide a coin in his pocket instead of a box of gold, so there will be countless times when he feels that the coin in his hand is so embarrassing and embarrassing.Countless times... when Chi Cong was responded to for the first time three days after the start of his new relationship, when the quiet gaze rested on his face for a long time, when the kiss fell on the tip of his eyes... when knowing that three years have passed, The owner was as stingy as ever, and when he wanted to return even this coin.

In the dark theater, only the sound of the big screen rises and falls, and the viewers may yawn or touch, or have a sweet dream or cry sadly, everything is silent.

Someone bent over and walked past the seat, and an unfamiliar voice whispered in his ear:

"Chi Cong?"

A vague "um" answered the call.

"Why are you sitting—" The movie screen turned, and half of the auditorium was lit up, "Ah... no, I'm sorry, I saw the wrong person."

The person in the dream woke up suddenly, opened his eyes, and bumped into the ending of the confession on the screen.