Eight wind does not move

Jiang Yu had been away for three days, and Zhou Hang booked a return ticket because he said he had to go back early after dealing with the affairs here.

Living alone has never felt like this before. Obviously Jiang Yu only stayed for less than a month, and after he left, Zhou Hang felt a terrible emptiness.

On Saturday, he took Zhou Xingxing's hand and sent him to the cram school, thinking that the children are really miserable now, and there are endless cram schools at a young age.

"Brother, you are really weird." Zhou Xingxing shook Zhou Hang's hand as he walked, bouncing all the way: "What's there to break up with?"

"We're not happy together, so we broke up." Zhou Hang didn't hide from the children, Zhou Xingxing asked Jiang Yu's brother where he was, and Zhou Hang said they broke up without even thinking about it.

Although Zhou Xingxing is young, he has already understood what breaking up means, but he is a child after all, and he doesn't understand the meaning behind breaking up.Now, staring at a pair of big eyes, he repeatedly pestered Zhou Hang and asked why he wanted to break up.

"But I see that you are even more unhappy after you clearly separated."

Zhou Hang paused imperceptibly, and continued to walk forward. He didn't know how to reply Zhou Xingxing.The two of them walked more than ten meters, Zhou Xingxing kept looking at him, Zhou Hang didn't answer him, but said softly: "Little Xing, listen to me, you are still young, when you meet a girl you like, uh, it's best It's a girl, you have to think about the possibility of your future, otherwise both parties will have to give affection blindly, which is irresponsible to both parties."

Zhou Xingxing drew a long tune, and Zhou Hang felt that Zhou Xingxing obviously didn't understand what he was talking about.

But he didn't seem to be saying these words to Zhou Xingxing.

The roses were still in full bloom, and Zhou Hang thought that this was the place where Jiang Yu was waiting for him after he got drunk not long ago.

Jiang Yu was wearing a hood, and he was smoking a cigarette in his impression. It seemed to be raining at that time. Zhou Hang couldn't remember whether the roses were blooming so well, because his eyes were all about Jiang Yu.

Why, even now, he felt that he was the only one in his eyes.

Zhou Xingxing was sent away, and the umbrella was also given to Zhou Xingxing. Zhou Hang trotted all the way back. There was a very sweet and fresh smell in the air, the kind of smell that is often found on the streets in spring.

Halfway through the run, Zhou Hang happened to see a tavern on the side of the road. During the day, there was no one in the tavern, and it looked very depressed. Zhou Hang pushed the door and went in. When he learned that he could order, he picked a corner seat and sat down.

The seat is facing a large window, and you can see the thin and dense rain covering the glass.After sitting for a while, a man came over and sat down beside him.

"Hello." The man greeted, "If you're alone, why don't you chat with me?"

Zhou Hang was not in the mood to chat with strangers, but he was too embarrassed to refuse abruptly, so he responded perfunctorily.

The man first put a professional-looking DSLR on the table, got up and ordered a glass of draft beer, and then sat down again, seeing Zhou Hang's gaze on his camera.

"As you can see, I'm a photographer."

"Hmm." As if feeling that his attitude was too cold, Zhou Hang squeezed out a smile in front of him: "Hello."

Only then did Zhou Hang look up at the photographer. He was tall and soft-looking with medium-length hair. It seemed that he really wanted to find someone to talk to, and talked to Zhou Hang about his own affairs. This man seemed to be broken in love too. , I really feel that I didn't cherish the object I used to have, and I don't know how sad it is until I lose it.

This was simply rubbing salt on Zhou Hang's wounds. He really didn't want to hear this person's unwillingness, so the reply became more and more perfunctory.

The other party didn't care whether Zhou Hang wanted to hear it or not, and just talked to himself. He kept talking until he wanted to show Zhou Hang the poem he wrote for his lover, and took out a notebook. Zhou Hang's eyes fell on him with the ticket in the notebook. , the word Qinghai is very eye-catching.

As if sensing Zhou Hang's gaze, the photographer explained with a smile, "I plan to take pictures in Hoh Xil."

"Is this the first time?" Zhou Hang asked, "It's a hard place there."

"It's the second time. I went there once a few years ago and stayed at the Suonan Protection Station for more than half a year." The photographer smiled slightly. It is really nonsensical to pull an unknown person to tell his love history, but it seems reasonable when it happened to this photographer. There is no embarrassment or embarrassment, just emotion.

Zhou Hang didn't know if he was overly sensitive. He suddenly remembered that a long time ago, Bai Guangpin joked with himself that Jiang Yu's ideal type was the calm type.

"Jiang Yu once had a boyfriend who was a photographer. He was really charismatic. If I hadn't had the same model as him, I would have gone for it too." At that time, Bai Guangpin even joked with himself: " That person really doesn't look like a subordinate, I thought at the time that only such a person can be a good match for each other."

"Baizi, what do you mean by that!"

"Oh, I've lost my love!" Bai Guangpin laughed, and hurriedly put his hands together to apologize, while Zhou Hang blew his beard and stared at the side: "My lord, don't remember the villain's life, our best little Zhou."

"Hypocritical and hypocritical!"

At that time, Zhou Hang didn't have any thoughts, so he snorted softly, thinking that he was doing well.

If what Bai Guangpin said is true, maybe that photographer is such a person. He has the temperament and charm to match Jiang Yu, and the two of them are a good enough match when they stand together.

Jiang Yu is like a wild horse, but he is just a good horse. They don't feel it when they are galloping together in the wilderness, but wild horses cannot stand restraint.

Who is Jiang Yu's Mustang?

The photographer took out a cigarette, turned the lighter on his fingertips, and then slowly released the smoke. It seemed that Zhou Hang was sitting next to him and asked him, "Sorry, do you mind?"

"It's fine." Zhou Hang replied, wanting to change the subject: "Are you going to Hoh Xil to take a photo?"

"I am going this time mainly to prepare for the next exhibition. It is a cooperative project. On the other hand, there are some personal matters to be resolved." The other party's head drooped, and a few strands of hair fell on his face, as if Remembering something.

"My famous exhibition, I don't know if you have heard of it, it's called Life."

"I'm sorry, I don't pay much attention to the photography industry." Zhou Hang naturally didn't understand, shook his head and said, "Let's have a chance to find out."

"Hoh Xil is a magical place. Just standing there is a palace of art. You don't even need to think about giving it some meaning in life. Human thinking is superfluous there."

Zhou Hang didn't know how to respond, and he often felt this way, the complicated feeling of being small and great in the vastness, but he didn't know how to express it.Zhou Hang shook the beer glass in his hand, watching the ice cubes clink against the wall.

"Thank you for listening to me so much." Probably finally seeing that Zhou Hang has no desire to communicate, the photographer got up, put the chair back to its original place, and picked up the DSLR on the table: "Goodbye."

"It's hard to see you again." Zhou Hang smiled and said, "I wish you success in your creation."

"You too, I hope your troubles will be resolved as soon as possible."

The photographer left, leaving Zhou Hang staring at the hazy rain scene in a daze.

"Life..." Thinking Zhou Hang, he turned on his phone and clicked on the webpage to search. It was an exhibition five or six years ago, and the content was about the protection station.

Zhou Hang flipped through it in a hurry, but it was a pity that this exhibition was too long ago, and he could only see fragmentary pictures because the conditions were more difficult at that time, and they were basically faces he was not familiar with. It is a time to come to Hoh Xil.

It seems that most of Jiang Yu knows each other, and he and Bai Guangpin must also know each other.

Then it is really possible to meet again next month, Zhou Hang was immediately interested, and clicked on the photographer's blog, Fang Shunjie, who has a lot of fans, is considered a leading figure in the industry.

He kept scrolling down, flipping through Fang Shunjie's personal blog. This blog was created a long time ago, so he flipped through it for a long time in one breath, until six years ago, Zhou Hang's fingers stopped.

He saw a group photo of two people. The person on the left was actually Jiang Yu. The photo had been post-processed and adjusted to the texture of a movie in the 70s. Jiang Yu raised his head slightly. Fang Shunjie was as tall as him. The faces of the two are generally handsome, with an uninhibited expression. Behind them are the Tanggula Mountains and the source of the Yangtze River reflecting the sky and the earth.

The copywriting is, goodbye, my everything.

you are the wind

you are a mustang,

is poison,

You are the future without light.

At that time, Fang Shunjie probably wasn't popular yet, and the sporadic and later comments were all from recent years.Someone asked Brother Fang what this meant, and Fang Shunjie replied that it was all in the past, but he didn't want to delete it.

Fang Shunjie is gay, and he discovered this during the browsing process. Fang Shunjie generously admitted his sexual orientation, and said that as a homosexual, as the inferior of homosexuals, this is not shameful or proud at all, because It's normal.Zhou Hang also saw a lot of scandals about Fang Shunjie sporadically, including the supermodel-scale pictures he took with him. Fang Shunjie never seemed to deny these. He laughed and said that he was just a normal person with normal needs.

Zhou Hang was in a daze, and when he came to his senses, he rushed out of the tavern to stop the photographer, but the photographer had already gone far away, and he saw only a drizzle of rain and warm roses.

A hundred meters away from the tavern, Fang Shunjie's polite smile towards Zhou Hang just now gradually faded. He clicked on WeChat, opened the contacts, scrolled down the word J, and saw the word Jiang Yu.

It's been a long time since he clicked on this chat dialog box.

He also remembers when he was in his early 20s, stepping on broken ice, the people at the protection station walked in front with ease, and he stumbled and reluctantly followed. Jiang Yu turned around and stayed by his side, holding him up several times I saw myself who almost fell down, and asked myself if I could hold on.

At that time, he couldn't care about his physical condition at all. He just stared blankly at the scenery in front of him, and then asked Jiang Yu where this place was.

"Tang Gula." Jiang Yu turned around and said, "The end of our mountain tour."

"Then this..."

"This is the source of the Yangtze River." Jiang Yu was wearing a mask, but it was obvious that Jiang Yu was smiling: "Artist, don't you want to take pictures if you are so beautiful?"

He is obsessed with Jiang Yu's irresistible charm, and he believes that Jiang Yu can't refuse himself, but he and Jiang Yu are destined to be people on two lines, there is only intersection, there is no ending.

Jiang Yu, you are the wind, the wild horse, the poison, and the future that cannot see the light.

It's fine if you don't know each other.

But he is still willing to try again.