Manhattanhenge

Ning Yixiao stood up, walked a few steps in the hotel room, returned to the table, and finally picked up the mobile phone and dialed Ai Weisi's number, asking about Liang Wen on the sidelines.

This is a warm-hearted and cheerful researcher, and he enthusiastically introduced his junior to him. A pile of beautiful adjectives such as smart, friendly and humorous piled up, unconsciously adding fuel to the fire.

"Shaw, you don't mean you want me to poach him, do you? Let me give you a vaccination first. I was born in a middle-class family as a younger brother. I have real estate in Seattle, New York, the Bay Area. I don't need money, and he likes to be a A clinician likes to serve exact cases one by one, and is not interested in theoretical research, so I’m afraid you won’t be able to invite him.”

Ning Yixiao smiled, as if he didn't care, "Then do you have his contact information?"

Elvis quickly sent him a text message, "Have you received it? But he rarely answers unfamiliar numbers on his personal phone, you can call his outpatient number."

After he finished speaking, he changed his words, "Oh no, I just remembered that he is not in the outpatient clinic recently. Coincidentally, he is also in Seattle these two days. It seems that he is going to participate in an exhibition in an art museum..."

As if an exquisite calculation system had captured the key words, Ning Yixiao immediately asked, "What show?"

What Su Hui said in the afternoon came to his mind. He said what he wanted to participate in, but then changed his words.

"Installation Art Exhibition." Elvis thought that he was eager for talents, so he told him this generously, and although he had no hope, he kindly wished him success.

After receiving the exhibition information, Ning Yixiao sat quietly for a minute, and finally called Carl, asking him to cancel the flight tomorrow morning, book another exhibition ticket for him, and postpone all the schedules that could be postponed tomorrow.

He could hear Carl's confusion and hesitation on the phone, which was no surprise, even he didn't know what he was doing.

Ning Yixiao found that he couldn't stop working.

As long as he stops, as long as there is a little gap in his brain, he can't help but think about what Su Hui is doing now, who he is talking to, who he is having dinner with, and who he is spending this wonderful time with. night.

Like an infinite loop of code, it keeps reporting errors, keeps running, and goes wrong all the way, endlessly.

He wished someone could stop the code for him, but no one seemed to be able to, not even himself in his sleep.

Ning Yixiao, who only slept for three hours, went to the art museum at eight o'clock the next morning and entered the exhibition hall.

This place was bigger than he had imagined. When he walked into the venue, he saw all kinds of visitors, and everyone was appreciative of the art exhibits, except himself, who was the most devout.Ning Yixiao suddenly felt a little ridiculous, that he was really trying his luck because of someone else's words.

The paradox is that, on the one hand, he hopes to meet him in a real way, but at the same time, he doesn't want to meet him in real life. He really wants to meet him through a third person.

This meant that there was indeed a connection between them, and he and Su Hui had nothing to do with each other.

This is not a solo exhibition. The two-story exhibition hall is filled with installation artworks by many creators, and the theme is "Your Birth".

Ning Yixiao spends all her time at work, and has hardly been to such a place since coming to the United States.He has no time to appreciate art and is afraid to appreciate it.

He can avoid anything that makes Ning Yixiao think of Su Hui.But even he himself didn't expect that as long as this person appeared, everything would be invalid, and he would even use these tricks to get close to him very ignorantly.

Comparing the photos sent by Elvis, Ning Yixiao looked around, looking for Liang Wen's trace. It seemed that it was a coincidence that he almost searched all the exhibition halls on the first floor, but he couldn't find any.

When he went up to the second floor, he was thinking about whether there was something wrong with his prediction, when Ning Yixiao saw Su Hui at a glance between the crowd of people and the artwork.

At this moment, he is happy for Su Hui, because Su Hui has indeed achieved what he wanted.

But he's not like he was yesterday.

Ning Yixiao stood there in a daze, not taking a step forward.

Su Hui is at a corner of the exhibition hall on the second floor. He has a small white space to display his artwork, which is soaked in blue light.

It was a lot of broken butterflies hanging by thin wires, folded from white paper, and there were faint words on the paper.

However, the title of the work has nothing to do with butterflies, it is called "Net".

Many installations focus on the objects being hung, so lights are often used to hide the thin threads used to hang them, but this work is different, even completely opposite, highlighting all the threads.

If you only look at the thousands of butterflies hanging, you will see butterflies. If you move your eyes to the wall, you will find the light and shadow of the "net" designed by thin lines. In the shadow on the wall, every butterfly is captured A complete thread shrouded, not free.

Ning Yixiao can understand, whether it is six years ago or six years later, he can understand Su Hui's works.

Butterflies are not butterflies, but freedom.

Under the theme of "Your Birth", Su Hui's answer is: freedom born in prison.

Under the huge and wonderful installation art, he was wearing a fluffy gray cardigan long sweater and a very long and large colorful plaid scarf. His face was small and his chin was completely sunk in the scarf. He still looked like a student. But it's so beautiful.

Unlike other creators, he would enthusiastically explain the core of his works, but stood quietly aside, with his hands down, looking at those who came to see his works.

At this moment, Ning Yixiao's normal eyesight suddenly became very good. He could clearly see the small expression on Su Hui's face, his uneasiness and worry, and the little bit of satisfaction he felt when he was affirmed. The gray-green pen in his hand, as well as the number "21" posted on the wall behind him, are clearly not obvious.

But he just saw it clearly.

Ning Yixiao stifled his inner thoughts, but couldn't help but take another step forward, so as to see his exhibits more clearly.

Suddenly, he saw Su Hui turn his head and take half a step back like a frightened animal. After seeing the person coming, he showed an indistinct smile.

That is Liang Wen.

When seeing his information, Ning Yixiao also took chances, maybe the other party is just Su Hui's attending doctor.But this young and promising doctor with a smooth life in front of him even accompanied the patient in his personal work, brought hot tea and gloves, and even helped Su Hui tidy his scarf.Maybe he will drive him home, or take him to a hotel, or even take Su Hui in his own apartment.

He wondered if doctors needed to do this.

Ning Yixiao's legs seemed to be frozen in place, as if they had suddenly turned into an exhibit here, waiting for people to watch.If so, he is not qualified and does not really deserve to be placed here, it will only make people weird and laughable.

Realizing this, Ning Yixiao turned around and went downstairs without any hesitation.

During the process, he ran into a boy who was dressed in a very Christmas style. The red and green checked shirt on his body reminded Ning Yixiao that tonight was Christmas Eve.

December 12th is my birthday.

Ning Yixiao, who discovered this, was stunned on the steps, and then he slowed down and went downstairs, passing through many exhibits on the first floor. His calm and stability were gradually restored from the depths of his heart until he walked out of this art gallery. museum.

After getting in the car, Carl, who had been waiting in the co-pilot, turned his head and told him that the flower arrangement company had asked if he had any favorite flowers, or if he was allergic to any flowers, so that they could make adjustments according to the customer's requirements.

Ning Yixiao's expression was very cold, and he didn't say a word, which scared Karl so much that he didn't dare to continue.

After a while, Carl tried to suggest, "White roses would be fine...or narcissus, what do you think?"

Ning Yixiao felt breathless, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and lowered the car window.

"Anything is fine, as long as it's not peony."

Carl breathed a sigh of relief, the flowers that his boss hated were not considered at all, so he happily said OK, and reminded: "Shaw, it's not the season of peonies anymore."

Ning Yixiao looked at the white snow outside the window.

That's right, it's not summer anymore.

"Let's go."

In the afternoon of that day, Ning Yixiao waited at the VIP booth for the flight back to the Bay Area. At the same time, he made a call according to the information provided by the website.

"Hello, are you the person in charge of the 'Your Birth' installation art exhibition?"

"Yes, what help do you need?"

Ning Yixiao looked at the passenger plane waiting outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and calmly said: "I want to collect an exhibit, No. 21, auction or direct purchase is no problem."

"Oh really? This one doesn't need to go through the auction process, are you a collector or..."

"Personally, I just saw it by chance and liked it very much."

"Okay, I will communicate with you about the specific process. This is the first work to be collected in this exhibition." The other party said with a smile, "If the creator knows that someone likes his work so much, he must be very happy. "

Ning Yixiao didn't smile.

"I want to be anonymous."

"Anonymous?" This kind of request is not so rare, and the other party quickly accepted, "Okay, it's all right, we will keep your private information for you, and look forward to receiving your favorite works."

"Thank you."

On the plane back to the bay area, Ning Yixiao thought, because he will soon pass his 27th birthday, so buying a birthday present for himself is not too much.

This gift was made by Su Hui, it reminded him of Su Hui's smile just now, no different from the summer when he met him.

Therefore, at an altitude of [-] feet, Ning Yixiao dreamed of Su Hui from six years ago, which is not considered stupid.

The author has something to say:

The next chapter starts to recall the part (not the kind that recalls all, it is fragmented, such as more than ten chapters recalling more than ten chapters in reality) Thank you for your support and comments~!

Then the reason why the angle of view is not clear is that the angle of view in this article is switched, the front is more attacking, and the latter is more receiving. In fact, the weight is about the same, so the marking is unclear