atypical romanticism

The night split the city into two worlds, the bright lights in the city center replaced the daylight, and this huge machine was still running in an orderly manner.Compared with the modern and magnificent city center, the old city behind the bustling area respects the passage of time. There are no bright lights here, and the fly tavern and roadside stalls are the best human fireworks.

Zhou Yu looked at Xiang Sheng, who was eating happily, and couldn't laugh or cry in his heart, and came to an irrelevant conclusion: If we go back to ancient times, the woman in front of me is probably a wizard who is proficient in Gu.

She, a person who gets nauseated when she sees a barbecue, actually sits on the barbecue stall in a daze.

Naturally, Xiang Sheng couldn't guess that he had become a "feudal relic" in Zhou Yu's heart. Seeing that there was not a single skewer missing in Zhou Yu's plate, he couldn't help being a little surprised—don't you like it?Although I didn't eat much when I brought her here, I didn't say I didn't like it, did I?

"This one is delicious," Xiang Sheng picked out a bunch of sizzling roasted pork belly and put it on the plate in front of Zhou Yu, "Try it?"

Zhou Yu glanced at the bunch of roasted five flowers, frowned slightly, forced to suppress the retching, she looked away and took a sip of water, then changed the subject and said: "Aren't you from the imperial capital, don't tell me that you did it for a BBQ, and spent thousands of dollars to fly from Beijing to Shanghua by plane.”

Xiang Sheng glanced at her, sneered, and said, "Do I look so rich?"

Zhou Yu shook his head, and said frankly, "Not really, but you look like someone who can do such a thing."

"Well, I was misunderstood as a rich man." Xiang Sheng chuckled, took out a tissue to wipe his hands clean, and explained while tying his hair, "I studied in Shanghua University, and the medical department of B University is counted three In [-], it was near here, I remember it was merged back to the main campus two years ago."

Zhou Yu was startled, and looked at Xiang Sheng earnestly—this man seemed to be generous, but he would have graduated from a medical university.

I don't know if it's because of the prestige of the Medical Department of University B, but Xiang Sheng doesn't seem so deviant anymore.

But in the next second, Xiang Sheng broke her illusion with his strength: "But I didn't finish my studies, I dropped out of school, and studying medicine is too tiring, so I should change careers as soon as possible."

After finishing speaking, she took a hard bite of the chicken heart, but she didn't want to be choked up by the chili noodles, Zhou Yu shook her head helplessly, poured a glass of warm water, and handed it to her along with a tissue.

After Xiang Sheng finished coughing, she leaned against the back of the chair, her red eyes filled with steam, her chest heaved slightly, and the early autumn wind carried the warmth of the end of summer, blowing her shattered hair, half-opened. The white shirt danced with the fireworks on the street.It was only then that Zhou Yu noticed that there was a small cinnabar mole on Xiang Sheng's beautiful and delicate collarbone, like a red rose on the milky white silk satin.

"This pepper flavor is too strong, exactly the same as when I was in college!" After finishing speaking, she took a sip of the water that Zhou Yu handed her, with a gentle smile in her eyes. Zhou Yu looked at her, and suddenly felt that this person Quite well behaved.

"Ahem," Zhou Yu cleared his throat, pretending to be natural, "Talk about concepts?"

Xiang Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, threw the stick into the plate, looked at her with a pair of deer eyes sincerely, and asked, "Mr. Zhou, do you only have work in your life?"

Zhou Yu chuckled lightly: "Didn't you tell me to fool me again?"

Xiang Sheng: "...you tell me, I'll listen."

"Xiang Sheng, our theme is not a secondary creation of your work."

Xiang Sheng murmured, and the thumb of her right hand pressed the nail of the index finger of her left hand boredly - that's not what she cared about.

Zhou Yu quickly recalled the unpleasant conversation in the conference room—the disagreement, yes, the disagreement.

"About the PPT of this theme shooting, you saw it at the meeting," Zhou Yu changed his mind and said, "If it's because you don't want to create a similar concept, we can communicate and coordinate again..."

"The theme is the soul, and all the content must revolve around it. Now you tell me that the soul can be tampered with," Xiang Sheng said with a smile, "Zhou Yu, I mean you can fool me again, but you can't make me Are you a fool?"

Zhou Yu laughed softly, thought of something, and said, "I didn't treat you as a fool, how could you be a fool if you are so smart?"

After Xiang Sheng realized it, he laughed angrily: "Who do you think is very smart!"

Zhou Yu heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed his fingertips on the wall of the cup, and said unhurriedly: "In principle, of course the soul cannot be tampered with, but my principle is."

"Annual is essentially a product. The soul of the product is to meet the needs of the public. The public needs beauty, so we create beauty, or in other words, present our beauty to the target audience and get their positive feedback. The soul of a product is complete."

"Based on this basis," Zhou Yu said, "it doesn't hurt to change the soul."

Xiang Sheng picked up the water glass and drank the water in small sips without saying a word, as if thinking about the rationale of her nonsense.Zhou Yu looked at her quietly, until Xiang Sheng drank the last sip of water, and then continued: "There are disagreements, we can seek common ground while reserving differences..."

Before the words finished, Xiang Sheng interrupted: "So, do you think my 'not cooperating' is just because of disagreement?"

Zhou Yu was a little helpless, it was the first time he truly understood what is meant by 'a woman's heart is a needle in the sea'.

"I never thought that I was an otherworldly artist. Photography was just a hobby at the beginning. I was able to make some achievements and even become a means of making a living. It was my luck. No one would have trouble with money, and I also Same," Xiang Sheng said, "If it's just a disagreement, I'll continue the conversation no matter what because of the price offered by your company. I don't want to shoot because I don't like this topic."

The truth was straightforward and biting, Zhou Yu unconsciously clenched the side edge of the chair.

Looking sideways at Sheng, she saw Zhou Yu's white knuckles, she paused, "Hold..."

"That's a pity," Zhou Yu interrupted before Xiang Sheng's "apology" could come out, "Let's cooperate if we are destined."

Just as Zhou Yu turned around, Xiang Sheng hurriedly called to her: "Zhou Yu!"

She turned her head and met Xiang Sheng's eyes - Xiang Sheng's eyes were originally light-colored, but at this moment, under the backdrop of the fireworks, they turned into a third stunning color.

Staring at her, Xiang Sheng said solemnly, "Sorry, I was a little emotional just now."

She looked at Zhou Yu and said word by word: "You have been close to death, do you really think death is magnificent?"

Xiang Sheng calmly told Zhou Yu's carefully hidden secret, and his tone was as natural as commenting on the saltiness of the dinner, so that Zhou Yu didn't realize that his weakness was exposed to the public by someone who only had a relationship with both sides.

Fortunately, the smell of grilled skewers is attractive enough, and no one cares about her secret and self-esteem.

"The medical definition of death is the irreversible permanent cessation of brain function," Xiang Sheng rubbed his fingertips on the rim of the cup, "it is divided into three stages, the near-death stage, the clinical death stage, and finally the biological stage." There are two stages in the death period, as long as they are rescued in time, life does not have to come to an end, what do you think are the two stages?"

"How would I know, I haven't learned it before." Zhou Yu snorted coldly, and sat back in his seat.

"It's the near-death period and the clinical death period. When life reaches the clinical death period, there are still 5 to 6 minutes to turn the world around. Life is such an extremely tenacious existence."

Zhou Yu was stunned. She had heard these "empty words" countless times, and every time she heard them, her heart was filled with sarcasm—what do they know?Simply standing and talking without back pain.

But when Xiang Sheng said these words, his eyes were full of piety.

"Even if you already want to give up on yourself, your body, the initial and final bearer of life, will send out a signal to survive, telling the world that you still have a chance."

Xiang Sheng's words were undoubtedly trying to explain her, but she thought inappropriately: Maybe now, in Xiang Sheng's heart, she is a hypocrite with extremely weak psychological defenses, who wants to commit suicide at every turn, a waste of social resources, and disappoints her parents' upbringing. "Scum".

Xiang Sheng looked at Zhou Yu who didn't speak, and shook his head helplessly—this magical little brain somehow diverged into that corner of his mind again.

She sighed and interrupted Zhou Yu's whimsical thoughts just in time: "Zhou Yu, we are all ordinary people, and our understanding of philosophy is only what we learned in high school politics. Woolen cloth?"

Zhou Yu's brain, which was down for a moment, quickly restarted: "You mean..."

"From the moment a person is born, with every passing minute of time, we are getting closer to death. Death itself has no such great meaning. It has those things that make countless philosophers and full-fledged people like to think about nothing. The "magic power" that ordinary people are fascinated by is not endowed by the moment when life ends, but what makes death meaningful is the joys, sorrows, sorrows, joys and times we have experienced while living in the world."

Xiang Sheng got up, walked behind Zhou Yu, and grabbed the armrest of the chair. The moment Zhou Yu's feet left the ground, his chaotic thoughts returned instantly, showing the most authentic human reaction when facing an emergency: "Ah! Xiang Sheng, you are fucking sick!"

"Yeah, did you just find out?" Xiang Sheng smiled, "I thought you realized that I was out of my mind the day I knocked on your door. Speaking of which, do you live by drinking northwest wind? Why are you so light."

Zhou Yu turned around and snorted coldly: "I never thought that you have such a clear understanding of yourself."

"When you get to know me well, you will find that self-knowledge is just the most insignificant of all my good things." Xiang Sheng stretched out his hand and said softly, "Look."

Zhou Yu looked in the direction she pointed, it was the snack street.

The small stalls are full of flowers, the fragrance is overflowing, and there is an endless stream. There is a small white or beige light in front of each small stall. Half-grown children are sitting on the small bench behind the tricycle waiting for their parents to close the stall. , or in groups of three or five, walking through the hustle and bustle flexibly.

Among the people queuing up in front of the stall to buy things, there are students wearing blue and white school uniforms, who have the best years and the most lofty ideals; there are soldiers walking vigorously in the steel forest with high heels; Residents in the grid.

They are completely different people, but at this moment, because of such an unpretentious reason of being hungry, they have an intersection in front of this faded red tricycle-the high-heeled warrior and the resident resident in the grid are chatting and laughing, blue and white school uniform The young man looked at each other and smiled with his companions while listening.

It's quite leisurely to steal half a day's leisure.

"The students in school uniform over there may become the lady wearing high heels or the yawning gentleman in a few years. It is not impossible to become the owner of the tricycle stall. They seem to be people from the three worlds. , but in the flowing water like a white horse passing by, they will become them after all."

Xiang Sheng looked down at Zhou Yu, the dim light hid the emotions on Zhou Yu's face in the night, she rubbed Zhou Yu's shoulder, and asked softly: "Zhou Yu, as long as you are willing, you will actually find out, Life is still interesting, right?"

Zhou glumly hummed, agreeing.

"Is that how you react?" Xiang Sheng frowned slightly, and the disappointment in his tone was undisguised.

Zhou Yu glanced at her aggrieved face, and joked: "How about I make you a pennant again, thank you for having a pair of eyes that find beauty?"

Xiang Sheng: ...

Zhou Yu smiled slightly, and leaned back on the chair. Just when he wanted to put the broken hair in front of his eyes behind his ears, he couldn't lift his arms——Xiang Sheng's hand was on her empty sleeve, and Xiang Sheng was busy He moved his hand away and naturally helped her pin the broken hair behind her ears.

In an instant, Zhou Yu's mind buzzed, and his ears were filled with busy sounds.She pretended to be calm and looked around, and subconsciously rubbed towards the place Sheng touched: "What are you doing?"

Xiang Sheng was at a loss: "Didn't you just want to tuck your hair back?"

Zhou Yu suddenly regretted speaking.

It's very strange to say anything now, she simply gave up explaining, and said with a sincere expression: "Thank you, but you don't need it next time, I have hands."

"Huh?" Xiang Sheng laughed out of anger, and said, "If you don't like it, just say you don't like it. My heart only has four cavities in total. I don't have any extra eyes to remember your frankness." She squinted at Zhou Yu added, "My eyes are not small, and my eyesight is really good!"

Zhou Yu was amused by her childish words, "Xiang Sheng, how old are you?"

Xiang Sheng muttered something in a low voice, and before Zhou Yu could understand, Xiang Sheng patted Zhou Yu's arm and said, "You didn't eat a single bite just now, aren't you hungry? Are you really hanging on your immortal energy? "

Zhou Yu glanced at the grilled skewers on the table, and thought: It would be better to be hungry than to eat this.

"Well, it's hanging by the fairy spirit."

"If you don't like food, just say you don't like it. I've already said that I have a big heart." Xiang Sheng shook his head, "Being a fairy is really hard work, I'll pay the bill."

After a while, Xiang Sheng finished paying, and pushed a full 711 plastic bag into Zhou Yu's arms: "Fairy, do you know that not eating can hurt your liver?"

Zhou Yu glanced at the gun inside, before he could say "no need", he was preempted by Xiang Sheng: "I'm sorry, this morning and just now, no matter what, I was impulsive, these are some food If you don’t want to eat at night, just use it as a snack during the day to satisfy your cravings, don’t transfer money to me!”

Zhou Yu was blocked by Xiang Sheng's words, and it would appear that she was a bit contrived if she was refusing.

"Okay, thank you," Zhou Yu patted Xiang Sheng on the shoulder, "It's getting late, let's go back."

"Ah."

The two walked side by side on the not-so-flat concrete road, their shadows were gently elongated and overlapped by the street lamps, and the voices behind them were like a grand and enduring hymn.