Peacock

The penultimate time I saw Chen Wumian was late at night a week after the completion of the bridge. She was tearing up the small advertisements on the telephone poles at the corner behind the studio.

With fluffy curly hair and wearing a bad-quality bathrobe from the guest house, her expression and movements looked a bit hideous.

At that time, I just went out to buy condoms, and Tangling cooked noodles for me at home for supper, and had sex after eating. Recently, we have this kind of life pattern almost every day. I think the happiest moth in the world may be nothing more than this up.

Chen Wumian didn't see me from the beginning to the end. He just tore up the advertisement on the ground first, then turned back suddenly after leaving, stuffed the scraps of paper into his pocket with a look of panic, and then ran to tear up another wall Poster.

I thought it was an advertisement for a Hong Kong lady to ask for a child, but after she left, I saw the content clearly on another telephone pole.

It was written on the head that the slut's mistress seduced other people's husbands, and the slut killed the original spouse.

Then the following is the official photo of Chen Wumian when she was an idol, as well as her introduction. Of course, I picked up all the bad aspects.

I suddenly remembered what she said about "sheltered from the wind".

I thought about it for a long time that night, but in the end I didn’t say anything to Tang Ling. It turned out that the story had been spread for two or three days, and the advertisements were overwhelmingly plastered all over Baima, and the people on the island were almost the same. Got it, except for me who is a moth with peace of mind.

Chen Xing didn't show up in the studio for the past few days. Other teachers told me that he was actually hiding at home because he was afraid of being judged by people on the street.

It's hard for me to empathize with this, because I never care about other people's comments. Anyway, no matter how bizarre I do, it's just their after-dinner conversation. Why should I care about things that others forget the next day? superior.

So Tang Ling was so busy these days that he never touched the ground, it was only this time that we felt that the nagging Chen Xing actually took on so much work.

During the break, Pu Wei was drawing and painting, and asked me "Why didn't Teacher Chen come?"

I said there was something wrong with him.

Pu Wei said that he looks very healthy and very good.

Only when I face Pu Wei, I feel that I am a wise life mentor, and then I show off, life is so troublesome, everyone has to hold back some problems, but you have to learn to live in harmony with them, escape is useless of.

Pu Wei looked at me, suddenly took my hand and said seriously, truth, I think you are good everywhere, you are smart, good-looking and interesting, there is nothing wrong with you.

I found that there was something really wrong with Pu Wei.

"In the truth."

Tangling stood at the door of the classroom and waved to me.

I happily tossed the peeled and uneaten tangerines to Pu Wei, and hurried to Tang Ling.

Then Tangling handed over the work to the other teachers, and then led me out of the studio.

Seeing that he remained silent for no reason, I walked up from behind and asked, "Mr. Xiaotang, are you off work?"

Tang Ling didn't look at me, but just moved the pearl in her mouth.

"Where are you going?" I asked. "I'm hungry."

Surprisingly, Tangling asked me what I would like to eat.

Surprised because I think he rarely asks for advice before.

I just said casually, so he took me a few streets and sat under the eaves of a half-branched house.

The shirt he is wearing today is also the first time I have seen him wearing a shirt. The two buttons on the neckline are not buttoned up, making him look very thin. When the collarbone is flattened, he can hold four charcoal pencils.

Tang Ling leaned against the yellowed wall, looking down at the plastic-wrapped menu.

Our hands were all placed on the greasy wooden table, and the table began to vibrate procrastinatingly with the movements of the people around me lifting and placing the wine bottle, so when my elbow touched his, it was a kind of tactile palpability, In the end, my heart started to tremble slightly.

I can't understand what's wrong with me, because I have done most of the intimate things with him.

Then when he glanced over, he suddenly smiled, which actually deepened the magnitude of the earthquake.

I grabbed Tangling's hand and pressed it to my chest: "Damn it, Tangling, my heart is going to explode."

"Anyone you see will burst your heart." Tang Ling said freely.

I am honest: "You look good today, you are so handsome, like that, the choir is at the top."

Tangling supported her chopsticks and asked, "Apart from me, who else looks good to you?"

This is too difficult, I want to say who would look at other people with Tang Ling, after thinking about it, I can only squeeze out one sentence: "Chen Wumian is the most beautiful girl I have ever met in Baima... For a man, Pu Wei , it’s okay when you don’t talk.”

Tang Ling raised her eyebrows, and then stopped talking.

It's really awkward to stare at us because of the loud punching at the next table, so I casually said, "Tangling Tangling, you won't be jealous, will you?"

Unexpectedly, after hearing my words, Tang Ling was silent for a while, and after a while, she replied in a daze: "Is that so?"

He better not eat Chen Wumian's vinegar.

Soon, some snacks similar to guabao, Fuding meat slices, and small wontons were brought out. Five or six small bowls were crowded on half the table, and scattered oily flowers were lazily swimming on the surface.

I have been thinking about why he is so keen on feeding me like feeding a pig. Later I found out that it is because his stomach has always been bad, and he would feel nauseous after taking the medicine meal, so seeing other people eating well can improve his mood.

So I might as well spread it on the Youtube channel back then. Didn’t he fall into my network every minute?

"I'm going to the free country later, do you want to come?" Tang Ling asked.

I was confused, but still nodded my head.

After eating, we went to the former free country.Surprisingly, the passionate "May everyone find a free country here" in front of the door has disappeared, replaced by the neon flashing "Blue Paris", and there is a small bend between the blue and Paris. mermaid.

It's a pity that the soup is still changed, and the interior decoration has not changed. No matter whether it is the Free State or Paris, it is just a nightclub in Baima.

When we entered, Blue Paris was playing the reverberation full of Qie, and the female voice was too sweet, which didn't match Joey Yung's style.

After sitting at the bar, Tang Ling ordered a glass of beer casually, and talked with the bartender for a while, they seemed to know each other.

I was wondering why Tangling dragged me here, when suddenly, the lights in the blue Paris dimmed, and the music stopped abruptly.

When the soft music played, the lights above the small stage in front of the dance floor also lit up, and the rich blue splashed down.

I listened to the prelude, as if it was the first night when Tangling and I met, the haze let off in the studio next door to his house.

Surrounded by the halo is a woman, wearing a clean white dress, standing in the center of the stage.

Although it was difficult, I could vaguely see that it was Chen Wumian.

There are big silver sequins on Chen Wumian's eyelids, and she wears a bright golden long wig on her head, which is terribly poorly made, but it doesn't look so exaggerated in the blue Parisian light, as if she should have It belongs here, at least it should belong to this small stage.

I was suddenly a little dazed, it was not long, but I felt that I had experienced a lot in Baima during this period. The last time I watched Chen Wumian's performance was with Zhang Yong, and Zhang Yong's grandson didn't know where he went recently. up.

Tang Ling beside her was just looking numbly at the stage, at the woman in the white dress singing on that small stage.

"Chen Wumian...?" I looked at Tangling.

"She sang in Beijing like this four years ago, and they still called her Vivian at that time." Tang Ling said indifferently, "Xu Ruoxuan, that's what she said."

"She asked you to come tonight?"

Tang Ling looked at me: "She said it was the last time."

I didn't really understand the "last time" in Tangling's mouth until I left Blue Paris.

The image of Chen Wumian crying ran through my mind repeatedly, and I said indiscriminately, "Why doesn't she leave? Leave Baima now. Maybe you can help her."

"Chen Wumian will not want unrelated people to interfere in her life, it will make her feel ashamed."

"...I thought you were at least acquaintances, or friends."

"It's not a friend, maybe a companion. We've all seen each other's worst times, so we can't be honest with each other." Tang Ling said, "It's enough for a companion to walk a certain distance together."

"It's not a friend because she likes you!"

After a long while, Tang Ling only said indifferently: "She doesn't like me, but she just needs an outlet to vent her grief and anger. It is precisely because she knows that I will never respond, so she can use me to transform her emotions with peace of mind."

When Tangling said this, she kept looking at me, her amber eyes were stained colorfully by neon, but they revealed heavy emotions.

"...Why do you want to explain to me?" My mind was confused for a while, and I grasped Tangling's arm tightly, and the knuckles turned white with force, "Why did you tell me this? You think I am the same, don't you?"

Tang Ling didn't answer, just said that he went out to smoke a cigarette.

Gradually, I heard low voices of discussion from the dance floor, words like "That's that slut", mixed with some local obscenities, and the sharp ones jumped out of the singing.

Chen Wumian on the stage seemed to be unable to hear anything, she just stood there unsteadily after singing Yanxia, ​​and then she suddenly smiled, as sweetly as when she was an idol, and blew a few more kisses Actions, shining with brilliance, are the most beautiful flowers blooming on this stage.

Chen Wumian bowed: "Mianmian will repay you with better works in the future, thank you for your support for Mianmian!"

"Posturing bitch!"

"Get out! You bastard!"

"Go back to the other side, we men in Baima don't look down on a scum like you!"

There was a lot of cursing from the audience, and some even threw wine bottles on it, and the sound of breaking was scattered everywhere.I saw pieces of broken glass cut Chen Wumian's forehead, bleeding profusely in an instant, but she still bowed deeply, holding a microphone with infinite reverberation and repeating "Thank you for your support for Mianmian" over and over again, When it came to the end, it was already full of tears, which was ridiculous and pitiful.

I thought that no matter what she did, it would not be her turn to be punished by others. My heart was sore and uncomfortable. I went up and hugged Chen Wumian into my arms, blocking some broken wine bottles, and then I tried to lead her aside. escape.Countless hands stretched out to us, some were pulling her arms, some were pulling her hair, my eyes were shaking, everything was chaotic, I just hugged her tightly with all my strength.

"Yu Zhenzhen, what are you doing!" She yelled and shoved me, "Leave me alone!"

"Fuck! Who the hell wants to talk to you!" I yelled, "Being beaten by those idiots is worse than being beaten by me, thinking that you and Tang Ling knew me before, and you will be so fucking angry!"

Then Chen Wumian cried in my arms, she said she really didn't understand why she had to be a good person like Tang Ling.

The whole of Blue Paris was noisy, and my back was hurting from the impact. I was thinking that I was beaten to death right here, but I heard a very exaggerated intercom sound. Get everyone out of the way.

Seven or eight policemen ran in, and the onlookers scattered like birds and beasts. Seeing the situation, I let go of Chen Wumian. She thanked me, then staggered up from the ground, facing the policeman holding the Flashlight light go.

"Is it Chen Wumian? You reported the case?"

"Yes." Chen Wumian said calmly, the makeup on his face was completely washed away by tears, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Before I could regain my senses, I saw two policemen standing on Chen Wumian's side, one on the left and the other on the right, and walked out the door through the passage made by the spectators.

After being stunned for a while, I also came out from Blue Paris, and immediately heard the police reminding me, "Please cooperate with us in our work."

Only then did Chen Wumian slowly turn her eyes away from Tang Ling who was on the opposite side of the road, turned around and got into the police car, her white skirt fluttering in the night wind, like a white peacock spreading its feathers.