Peacock

I dreamed of water ghosts again. I used to subconsciously equate them with the models made by Polish jackasses in The Witcher [-], but I just realized that they don't seem so disgusting.Although I still couldn't see their faces clearly in the thick fog, today I took a closer look at the hand covering my nose and mouth, and it wasn't an infiltrating gray-blue at all.

But this time it's a little different, that hand didn't seem to use any strength at all, as soon as I pulled him, he obediently stood up straight in front of me with his hand down.

I nonsensically asked him why he was doing this.

He said that the sun will be broken when it shines into the sea, so we came here to find all the places with sea.

The water ghost probably thought that I didn't understand him, and planned to help me remember another jump off the building, but he really kicked me down. I fell on the blue slide full of clouds and mist, and when I turned around, I saw Tangling.

It was a clear afternoon, and the sun was blue, but the light it emitted was dazzling white.This time our getting along with the water ghost was no longer as intense as usual. Tangling and I didn't escape together, we didn't torture each other, we just lay on the slide with our heads hanging upside down.His platinum-blonde hair has become so long and long, and it is much softer than in reality, entangled me like a vine without buoyancy.

Those water ghost angels are flying back and forth in the sea-colored sky with golden light, of course they are as fat as angels, but their plump bodies show a lot of lightness.Tang Ling closed her eyes lazily, and said next to me, this is what happens when people are laid off and have nothing to do at home.I laughed.

This weird dream caused me to touch his hair subconsciously when I woke up and saw Tang Ling next to me.

Tangling still hadn't woken up, subconsciously hugged me a little tighter, buried her head in my chest, her frizzy hair rubbed against my chin, like hugging an oversized doll.

Clothes were thrown all over the floor, I was naked under the thin quilt, while Tang Ling was only wearing a pair of trousers, and the exposed part was still entangled like this.

So when Uncle Tangling opened the door, he saw this kind of promiscuous scene.

Tang stayed in a hurry, from the time he opened the door to entering the guest room, he didn't give me any time to react.

I'm not too embarrassed, I'm just afraid that his uncle will be embarrassed, so I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep a second before I was about to meet Tang Liu's eyes.

The loud sound of opening the door woke Tang Ling up. He stood up while suppressing his hangover nerves, looked silently at me who quickly retracted his hands, and then pulled the quilt up to cover my chest. , turned and walked towards the door.

Tang Liu held the doorknob, panting heavily, and when he was about to speak, Tang Ling led him out: "Go out and talk."

"Where's the box?" He blocked Tang Ling's way and asked in a low voice.

Tang Ling didn't speak, he suddenly raised the volume: "Where's the box!?"

Tang Ling raised her bloodshot eyes and said calmly, "Throw it away."

Tangliu looked at him in disbelief, didn't speak for a while, and finally touched his face with his hands, and said with difficulty: "The cemetery has been contacted, and you told me that you threw away things? What do you mean now? revenge?"

Tang Ling silently leaned against the door to light a cigarette with one hand, and as soon as she bit the stick, Tang Liu took it off abruptly.

"Stop smoking." Tangliu said, "Yesterday you were like this too, smoking beside you without saying anything. Can I have some snacks? That's your mother."

Tang Ling didn't answer, just said: "Is there anything else?"

In fact, the anger on Tangliu's face didn't last long at all, instead, it was replaced by regret.He looked at Tang Ling deeply for a moment, then put his arms around his shoulders, and walked silently to the living room.

I stepped out of bed in a daze, my back really hurt, and my lips turned white as soon as I stepped forward.Then I started looking for clothes to wear, but my hoodie was used to wipe up various liquids, and it was not very elegant when I shook it open, so I hung up the empty gear and put on the flight jacket in Tangling's box.

Before going out, I sat on the luggage in the guest room, just in time to hear them talking.

"I shouldn't have asked her to come to Guangzhou for dinner." For some reason, Tangliu suddenly began to say, "At that time, the old city was going to be demolished, and the businessmen on our street quietly invited the construction committee to dinner. I don’t know how to drink, and I feel that everyone contributes money. I can’t pick myself up so clearly. Thinking of your mother and your father’s printing business, I asked her to help. So many years have passed , I still remember the expression on her face when she came home and talked to me. She kept talking about which wife was much uglier than her, and she could actually wear such an expensive watch. Know how decent it is."

Tangliu's voice choked up for a moment: "If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't know her at all..."

"What's the point of saying that now."

"Tang Mo cares so much about face. Yesterday, so many relatives were here. I can't tell. Tang Ling, I always dream of my mother and Tang Mo in my dreams these days. Uncle doesn't know how to atone for the sins of this life. It's gone." Tangliu said, "How about you move in with your uncle and aunt? Let us take good care of you. It's true that I didn't care enough for you before."

"Take care of yourself."

Tangliu paused for a moment: "Did your mother leave you anything?"

Tang Ling didn't speak.

"...Don't blame her, maybe she made this decision too suddenly."

"Mm." Tang Ling answered very simply.

"There may be some formalities to go through later, you stay for a few more days."

I seemed to hear Tangliu whisper something back, but it was too vague due to the distance, so I tried my best to lean over to listen, but the door was only ajar. In the hallway.

After the violent collision, I got up and made my debut, and I greeted Tangliu very naturally by reflex, and I said, hi, uncle.

After I finished speaking, I realized that the affiliation relationship would become more subtle without adding an attributive affiliation in front of this title.

Tangliu was taken aback by me, and smiled awkwardly, probably because he was forced to defuse the atmosphere, he actually said to Tangling quite openly: "Your boy...boyfriend is so cheerful."

Maybe Tangling just didn't want to get entangled in this topic, and didn't refute aloud, but just said to send Tang away.

Originally, Tang had left one foot out of the door frame, and turned around on the way back to take the half-shrunken cigarette case from Tang Ling's trouser pocket like the police confiscating stolen goods. Zhi also picked it up, and before closing the door, he pointed and pointed in front of Tang Ling's nose with his thick and straight index finger, saying be careful of being a short-lived ghost.

Tang Ling shrank back slightly, smiled helplessly, and said she understood.

Standing at the end of the long porch, I couldn't face Tang Ling, and I didn't understand why the matter of facing parting happened to him again and again.

He must have been sad to drink so much yesterday because he told me before that he doesn't like to get drunk.

When Tang Ling met my eyes, he moved away unnaturally, and I didn't take the initiative to say anything, just walking behind his buttocks like a little follower, but he stopped suddenly when he reached the door of the guest room. Without daring to look up, the car didn't stop and hit his back.

With a cold face, Tang Ling turned around aggressively, and took a step between my legs. My legs were inexplicably weak, and I fell down and sat on the box that had just been thrown out.

He leaned down again, took my hand, and pressed it to his forehead.

"It's not burned."

My throat was blocked, and I suddenly understood what he didn't say.

My mind was in a mess, and I started to find all excuses: "I can't wear my clothes anymore, it's too dirty."

"Get up and get your clothes."

As soon as I pursed my lips, I became more paralyzed backwards, and my whole body was limp in the right angle formed by the suitcase and the wall.

A prevarication question is a question, and I didn't care about the conflict: "I just wear this."

"25 degrees outside."

I didn't speak, I just shrank most of my face into the coat, only showing a pair of eyes to look at him.

"Whatever you want." Tang Ling clasped my wrist, "I'll take my clothes."

I pointed to the bag I was leaning aside, and there was a coat in it that I couldn’t wear out at the end of October in Guangzhou, and I said intentionally, “Can’t I wear that one?”

Tangling followed my fingers to look at the starter's antique: "If it's given to you, it's yours."

I was annoyed by his always emphatic words: "I don't want it anymore!"

Without looking at Tangling, I lowered my eyes and choked up, "...that dress has been worn by me, and it's all my taste."

"Is it not good?"

"not good."

I still got angry with the young master: "...I like things that smell like you."

There was no confrontation with me anymore. In the end, Tangling went back to the bedroom and only found a T-shirt made in a studio activity in high school. It was a simple white T-shirt with a five-color simple BEBOP lettering on the left chest on the front, and a black and red acrylic painting on the back. The black-haired woman eating oranges, I later learned that Tang Ling's painting was the translation of Fei from Cowboy Bebop.

I sat on the suitcase and watched him wash and pack things in a daze, and then I saw him bring out a white square box from the master bedroom.

About 20 centimeters long, the texture is not heavy wood, painted a layer of white.When he got closer, I was a little slow to realize what it was.

"Why did you tell uncle that you threw the box away?"

He didn't intend to pay attention to me at first, and then I said that if you answer me, I will give you the box, so he stopped in front of me.

Tang Ling said, "She won't like this place."

I gave a vague "hmm": "Do you want to take it back to your hometown?"

Tang Ling's hand on my wrist exerted strength, and this time I followed my words and moved away, and said: "Then you can tell them directly."

"No need."

"Can I go with you?"

He was bending over to pick clothes, his hair hanging down so that I couldn't see his face.

I pursed my lips: "You still owe me one time to go home together, do you remember?"

Tang Ling's movements paused.

At that time, I asked him to take me home with Baima Yiyaya's stage troupe, and he lied to me that he was motion sick.In fact, it's not that he forgot, but that there was no such promise from the beginning to the end.

I don't know how I could be stubborn enough to look like this: "It's better to get together and break up. It's the first time in my life. If you leave me with such a big emotional trauma, wouldn't it be a disaster for others? If I'm lonely and Die, before I die, I must fly to tell you, Tang Ling, you have ruined my whole life."

"Being friends first, you have to give me some time to buffer." I went to grab his hand, but didn't hold it, and in the end, only one little finger dragged across his skin, and then grasped driftwood lightly. He gently hooked his little finger.

With red eyes, I circled him tightly with my little finger: "...we will break up completely when we come back."

*(That man is actually not hard-hearted at all!)

*About cultural shirts: I suddenly realized that the clothes of Xiaotang and Xiaoyu are two extremes, and Xiaotang is the most well-dressed of all my characters!Xiaoyu is the least able to wear clothes among all the characters (so he always wears his wife's clothes!)