Peacock

Before the phone call, I heard Chen Wumian talk a lot, and she seemed to have a hard time finding an outlet to pour out.

"Tangling was brought to Baima by me, but this place is too small, the people here are too pedantic, too outdated, and too caring about each other. I don't think Tangling is happy here. Maybe the city will be better than imagined, People in the city walk in a hurry, and most of them only care about themselves, so that there will be no extra eyes to stab him."

In the end, she said, it was time to get back on track once her limelight had faded.

I asked what it meant to be on track.

Chen Wumian just looked at me blankly: "Leave Baima and go back to where you should go."

The panic in my heart at that moment is hard to express in words.

When Tang Ling answered the phone, I heard the chaotic clinking of glasses on the other end.

"...Are you still eating?"

Tang Ling hummed in a low voice: "Chen Xing pours wine everywhere."

Feeling the burning sight next to me, I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles.I couldn't make sense of the words in my throat, and finally I had no choice but to say bluntly: "Can I go now? I want to see you."

Tang Ling was silent for a while, I thought he would refuse, but in the end he only asked where I was.

I didn't want to see the girl cry. After I hung up the phone, I didn't look at Chen Wumian. I set up Zhang Yong on the ground and walked out: "Remember to lock the door when you leave."

I don't know why Chen Wumian followed me a few steps, I was really depressed, so I said again: "Zhang Yong has always been very serious, don't keep doing your things to harm others."

I don't even know who this sentence was addressed to.

Drunk people are really terrible. Fortunately, Zhang Yong's house is upstairs from the canteen, otherwise I wouldn't be able to carry it.

His parents were silent when they opened the door. I think they must have lost interest in educating minors like Zhang Yong who repeatedly violated the ban.

His father never talked to me, and today he couldn't hold it anymore, and said to me: "I know that people like you who leave home early are usually not cared about, but Zhang Yong can't be the same as you, he still has to take the exam. University, don’t ask him to fool around next time.”

He thought that I was the one who took Zhang Yong to the nightclub all the time, and no one was more wronged than me.

On the way home, the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became. My heart felt like it was clogged with oil-soaked cotton.At first, I thought it was because Zhang Yong's father accused me of being a friend, but I didn't realize it until the end. I felt uncomfortable because I realized that desire is getting bigger and bigger.

This is not a good thing.

Tangling said that I like him so much, but after I thought about it carefully, I couldn't tell which side was dominant, the self-moving liking or the damp possessive desire.

I have to admit that all of this is driven by circumstances.I think, if I met him in the painful but glorious fifteenth and sixteenth, maybe I would just look at him a few more times... In short, it won't be like this, it won't be like this, I would rather be stabbed by him than have him go now Ask Chen Wumian to "speak up".

In Baima, Tang Ling is the only one I want.

There was a rusty taste on the tip of my tongue. I wiped it with my hands, and the red sporadically stained my fingertips.Then the half-frozen mottle was smashed open by something hot, and the light red spread on my skin, like raindrops, and then more dense drops of water fell down—I heard myself seem to be sobbing in a low voice.

Standing under the streetlight for a moment, I turned around and walked back.

In fact, there was nothing in my mind at that time, as if everything was just driven by instinct.

But I didn't expect that Tang Ling would appear in my field of vision at this very moment.

Standing on the bank of the river overgrown with weeds, he just looked up at me on the bridge indifferently.

The gloomy wall lamp on the bridge pedestal flickered, making Tang Ling's face pale.

I ran down the bridge in a hurry, grabbed his lapel and looked at him several times, but I still couldn't recover.

"...Where's Chen Wumian?"

Hearing the three words, Tang Ling frowned, and then, his anger seemed to flow from there, and even his neck faintly swelled with blue veins.

It is true that he is always in a bad mood, but I have never seen so much anger on his face.

Tangling threw me dazed to the bluestone slab in the bridge hole. I accidentally slipped and jumped forward again, sharp pain spread from both knees.

I subconsciously said: "Why are you crazy...!"

He squatted down slowly to look at me, and then pulled up my collar: "Yu Zhen, I hate people lying to me."

I was suddenly very wronged, obviously they were all the characters who were harmed by them, but now I feel that I am worse than Zhang Yong who knows nothing.

"She said you didn't answer his phone and ran to cry in front of other people, what can I do?" I said, "Chen Wumian messed with Zhang Yong and you fucked me, but we are not the only ones who are despicable in Baima. Yes, I am Willingly, but Zhang Yong doesn't know anything. His dad said he still has to go to college, can he stand up to you playing like this? It's none of my business, I just want you to get married in the future It’s okay not to use other people to convey your feelings.”

Although I don't know what happened between them, but I began to understand that the most special person might be Chen Wumian.After all, Tang Ling said that she can sleep with anyone but can't sleep with her. I think this is probably the second explanation for cherishing.

"Before Chen Wumian asked me 'who am I'." I pulled his hand away, "Actually, I thought about it for a long time, and what answer is accurate, but also makes me seem not to care so much, I think I should just say 'I am Tang Ling's airplane cup'."

I smiled and wrapped my hands around his neck, repeating: "I am brother Tangling's airplane cup."

Tangling's eyelashes trembled slightly, he looked at me, but I began to wonder who the person in his eyes was.

is so strange.

I kiss him, grind his jaw with the tips of my teeth, smell the alcohol on his skin.

"So it's not allowed to be used only once." For some reason, my voice seemed to be blocked by something.

I hugged him harder: "I don't care what you want to do with others, but you are not allowed to use it only once...don't be annoying to me, don't want me..."

"In the truth."

His voice was a little heavy, as if he was reprimanding.

I pretended I didn't hear it, and still wrapped around him and kissed him carelessly.

"In the truth!"

Being pulled away by his hair, I was terrified, afraid that he would let me go if he opened his mouth, and afraid that he would go away with Chen Wumian from now on, so I cried.

"Aren't you the only way to pester others and cry?" Tang Ling's tone slowed down a lot.

I wiped my tears into the dusty cuffs: "But it works for you, doesn't it?"

Although he didn't show his face, I think Tang Ling should be drunk, and his emotional ups and downs will not be so big.

Tang Ling's big hand pressed my entire jaw, and I hugged his arm tightly.He stared at me for a while, then whispered: "Don't lie to me in the future, you can do whatever you want."

"No lie." I promise.

He let go of me slowly, but I was still unwilling to let go of his hand, and even held it tighter: "Will you leave, Tang Ling, just like when you came here?"

All he said was, "It's like saying you'll stay here forever."

I looked at him: "Who knows what will happen in the future?"

He stopped talking.

Only then did I realize that the time was wrong, he must have walked this way after seeing Chen Wumian: "You won't leave Chen Wumian where he is again, right?"

I thought of Chen Wumian's tears again.

Tang Ling only slowly turned her head to look at me, her eyes were a little wandering: "Because you lied to me."

I didn't understand the connection between them, and I heard him say: "The person who said he wanted to see me is you, and the person I want to see is you."

In fact, I don't think he had any extra thoughts when he said this sentence. It was just a rare and detailed explanation, but it inevitably seemed charming to my ears.

He looked away slightly, and said, "I'll call her back."

"Yeah." I said, actually thinking that it would be fine if he didn't reply.

"I want to hear about your business."

Tang Ling was a little dazed: "Are you interested in her?"

"I am interested in you."

I don't know if it was my unilateral imagination or Tang Ling still said with reservations, but I couldn't hear any affection in his sentence, maybe that's his perspective of looking at things, I think.

He said that Chen Wumian left Baima before finishing high school, and was signed by a small subculture internet celebrity company in Beijing to be an idol trainer. One of their fans at dinner was Tang Ling's roommate at the time.

One good thing about underground idols is that private associations can become a reality. Tang Ling always listens to his roommate nagging before going to bed. He seems to like that idol too much.

It's just that Tang Ling didn't expect that he would be contacted privately by that underground idol just by looking at novelties in the antique shop next to the performance venue.

He gave the contact information casually, which made Chen Wumian still happy even now thinking of that autumn in Beijing, but the happiest thing for Tangling that day was buying a Walkman that was not very old.

Later, Chen Wumian often went to him, and at first he had to deal with it a few times, but in the end he simply treated her like air.Chen Wumian, who came and went back and forth, seemed to have figured it out, and only said that she was also bored, so why not make friends.

Naturally, Tang Ling would not refuse, he seldom refuses others.

I said blankly, "That's it?"

Tang Ling was a little puzzled: "What else can I do?"

"You still drove her to Shichahai."

"She said that if she didn't accompany her, she would talk nonsense in front of her roommates, and I agreed once. I don't want to move the dormitory."

Then Tangling didn't say any more, just stretched out her hand to pull me, and only then did she notice my blood-stained knee.

I saw him staring at my knee inexplicably and remained silent, so I said: "It's just a scratch. Fuck, I will never wear ripped pants again."

He looked up at me, his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, the deafening sound of gongs and drums sounded from the bank of the river, shaking the weird atmosphere between the two of us at once.

I have never seen such a battle, and I even squinted my eyes in fright at the first sound.

After walking up, I asked passers-by and I found out that it seemed that the bridge from Baima to the opposite bank was completely completed, and it must not be far from being officially put into use. When the time comes, there will be no need to wait for the slow ferry.

This made the people doing business on the island very happy, and spent money to do all the celebrations that could be done, such as gongs and drums, fireworks, and even an outdated lion dance; It's true angle again.

I have never experienced this kind of parade-like activity, and I am very curious. Fortunately, Tang Ling is not too noisy, so I accompanied me to have a look.

The festive and rustic gongs and drums marched through the streets, and Tangling and I followed the long line to the end.

Fireworks and firecrackers burned before our eyes, and the dark night sky began to become colorful.I think everyone on the island ran out to watch the excitement, and there was a lot of people talking for a while.

The white smoke is embedded between Tangling's slender index finger and middle finger. It is limited to seven stars in February. It was left on his bedside table by a female teacher who used to work with him. It is said that it is out of print.

Following behind the dangling lion's tail, he hugged me with a cigarette in his arms, and brought the cigarette to my mouth. I took a sip and spit the smoke into his face, saying that it was tasteless and boring.

He laughed at me for not understanding, how much he inhaled and how much he spit out, but his nose was not enough for his lungs.

We stopped at Huandao Road, standing behind the half-waisted fence.The sea breeze bit Tangling, raised his hair, his face was soft and indifferent.

The long bridge pierces Baima and the opposite bank, and is built on the heart holes on both sides. The bright lights on the bridge are shining, which reminds me of the Golden Gate Bridge.

I looked at the flying bridge, the bridge that broke the illusion of Taoyuan Township, and after the joy was burned, there was only inexplicable depression in my heart.