Rain alley

Zhong Mu stood at the head of Xiqiao Town with his luggage, walked into this small town in the south of the Yangtze River, with white walls and black tiles, small bridges and flowing water, and a few boats shaking on the river, just like in the introduction, Zhong Mu rubbed himself waist, it was not in vain that I bumped for ten hours.

Ten hours ago, Zhong Mu was furious at home, tearing up drawing papers one after another, but he couldn’t draw anything. He happened to see fifty ancient towns recommended by a travel blogger. The recommendation language was extremely literary and artistic. , What self-cultivation, cultivating character, not regretting for a lifetime, Zhong Mu's mind became hot, and he couldn't draw anyway, so fuck off, stop painting and go to the ancient town to play.

Saying let's go, Zhong Mu picked Xiqiao Town, which was ranked last, packed his things and set off.

Zhong Mu didn't drive, he took the train all the way there, enjoying the scenery along the way made him feel very relaxed, and even drew a few pictures of mountains, but he regretted it when he arrived at the station, why did I choose the last one!Give me a car! !

There are very few cars going to the town, usually in the morning, and there are no people in the afternoon. The sun in the summer is so poisonous, Zhong Mu thought, if I knew it, I would have picked the first one. It must be convenient and there are many tourists. .

Fortunately, Zhong Mu was lucky, he ran into an old man pulling goods back to the town, and was willing to let him take a car, Zhong Mu thanked God, sat in the back compartment of the tricycle with a pile of goods dangling towards Xiqiao Town, and finally Arrived in the evening.

Zhong Mu rubbed his waist and got out of the car to thank the old man, and walked around the town with the suitcase, thinking about where to live.

His hair is naturally slightly curly, his skin is white, his eyes are quite big, and there is a small mole in the corner of the eye, his nose is straight and his lips are slightly pursed. Anyone who looks at him will call him a monster.He was tall and well-built, wearing simple short-sleeved and jeans, with a little sweat dripping down his neck.

The evildoer raised his hand and hung up the phone. After sending a message, he turned off the phone and put the phone in his pocket.

"Where's Mu? Are you not coming?"

"I don't know, I'll call him again."

The two people who spoke were easy to distinguish. The one who asked where Zhong Mu had gone was Ji Yan, who looked like a very handsome big boy, and the one who answered him was Shi Yan, who had very flirtatious pink hair.

Shi Yan frowned and made a call, but was hung up by Zhong Mu. Zhong Mu sent a message, and if he called again, he would be reminded that the phone had been turned off.

Shi Yan: "Fuck, you bastard."

Ji Yan: "What's wrong?"

Shi Yan handed him the phone, Zhong Mu's message: I went on a trip, I don't know the location, don't miss me too much!

Ji Yan: "Could something happen? He just left without saying a word, without saying where he was going."

Shi Yan: "Don't care about him, let him go wandering and eat ours."

The two of them just started to move their chopsticks. They had made an appointment to eat hot pot with the three of them at night, but they didn't want Zhong Mu to run away early in the morning.

The three of them have been friends since they were young. They grew up and went to school together, and they both learned to draw. Now Ji Yan is a famous cartoonist, Shi Yan is the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine, and Zhong Mu is the international celebrity who is now in the limelight. A well-known designer, except that the designer Zhong Da has run out of inspiration now, and ran to a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, leaving the two of them behind for no reason.

The earth that has absorbed the heat of the day, even in the evening is still so hot, sprinkled on the tiled houses with blue bricks and white walls, Zhong Mu looked at the side of the road while walking, looking for a place to stay.

The weather in the south of the Yangtze River is changeable, especially in summer. The sky is clear one second, and the next second is covered with dark clouds. Coincidentally, Zhong Mu stalled.

The rain was falling, and Zhong Mu cursed: "Damn it! What the hell is this weather, you can turn your face faster than turning a book!" After speaking, he hurriedly pulled his suitcase and ran to an ancient alley, sheltering from the rain under the eaves.

A man holding an umbrella came from the other side of the alley, with black hair scattered on his forehead and ears, wearing blue-gray Chinese clothes, walking leisurely, as if he had stepped out of a picture scroll of the Republic of China, Zhong Mu suddenly thought of it The poem by Xu Zhimo.

That man's appearance is comparable to Zhong Mu's, but his temperament is completely different. Zhong Mu is presumptuous and flamboyant, but this man is calm and restrained.Zhong Mu watched him walk to a door, the man seemed to have sensed that there was someone here, and looked this way, Zhong Mu saw his eyes, deep and bright.

The man turned his head after only one glance, put away the umbrella and shook the rain, pushed open the door and walked in, Zhong Mu froze on the spot, muttering softly: "What kind of extraterrestrial expert is this?"

He walked to the door and saw the plaque on the door read: Quiet and far away, three words.

Zhong Mu looked at his rain-wet hair and clothes, blinked, messed up his hair with his hands, and knocked on the door. After waiting for a while, Zhong Mu raised his hand and knocked again. With a little more strength, a voice came from the door: "Here we come."

The visitor opened the door and saw Zhong Mu who was hiding from the rain under the eaves next to him just now. His hair was messy and his clothes were soaked, but his face was not panicked at all, and he smiled at him while pulling the luggage outside the door.

Zhong Mu looked at him from a close distance, thinking he was really pretty.He said: "Mr., I came to this unfamiliar place in a hurry. It rained and I was caught upright. I haven't found a place to live yet. I don't know if you can take me in for a night?"

The man looked at him, and Zhong Mu smiled brighter. After a while, the man opened the door and said, "Please come in."

Zhong Mu muttered softly, the voice was really nice.

The man had already gone in, Zhong Mu hurriedly pulled the box into the courtyard, closed the gate and entered the courtyard, the Jiangnan ancient town retained its original features to the greatest extent, especially this quiet residence, it was completely as if it had been moved from ancient times, Antique, smelling as if there is still a smell of books.

Zhong Mu followed him in and kept talking, sir, your house is so beautiful, sir, can I stay here for a few more days?

The man waited for him to finish asking, and said in a deep voice, "My surname is Zhou."

Zhong Mu blinked and smiled: "Mr. Zhou, my name is Zhong, and my name is Zhong Mu."

Mr. Zhou looked at Zhong Mu's smiling eyes and said, "Zhou Yin."

Zhong Mu muttered softly, even the name is so nice!

Zhou Yin walked to a room, opened the door, and said to Zhong Mu, "You can live in this room."

Zhong Mu hurriedly pulled the suitcase in, and asked, "Mr. Zhou, can I stay for a few more days?"

Looking at his pitiful eyes, Zhou Yin said, "There are several homestays at the east end of the town."

"But I have no money!"

Zhou Yin knew without thinking that he was talking nonsense with his eyes open. Although Zhong Mu was dressed in simple clothes, but the aura exuding from his body showed that he was raised by pampering. money.

Zhong Mu hurriedly grabbed the door frame more pitifully and said: "Mr. Zhou, please, I will definitely repay you when I go back."

Zhou Yin watched him act, and he acted so fake that he would die, and said: "Please go ahead."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhou, you are so kind!" Zhong Mu hurriedly closed the door, as if afraid of Zhou Yin's repentance.He looked at the room and said to himself: "This person must have traveled through time!"

Zhou Yin's house is a brick and tile house unique to the south of the Yangtze River. The outside is blue brick and white wall, but the furniture inside is all made of wood. The wooden bed, wooden table, wooden stool, wooden cabinet, and even the floor are wooden. Slightly scented with sandalwood, Zhong Mu took out the luggage from his suitcase and packed it, and sat on the wooden bed dangling his legs, feeling a little uncomfortable being drenched in the rain.

Zhong Mu shouted loudly in the yard: "Mr. Zhou, where are you, Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou—"

A voice answered him: "This way."

Zhong Mu followed the sound and walked out of the window, and saw Zhou Yin cooking. It would be time for dinner, he smiled and lay on the window sill: "Mr. Zhou, you can cook."

"Yeah." Zhou Yin didn't look at him, he was still stir frying in his hands, seeing Zhong Mu still lying there motionless, he said: "There is a lot of oily smoke here."

"Oh, Mr. Zhou, where is the bathroom? It's really uncomfortable when it's raining. I want to take a bath."

"That room." Zhou Yin pointed to the room around the corner.

"Thank you." Zhong Mu showed his signature smile again, went back to his room to get his clothes, went to the bathroom, passed the kitchen and shouted to the window: "Mr. Zhou, I'm going to take a shower."

"En." Zhou Yin responded, and put shredded shredded shiitake mushrooms on a plate.

Zhong Mu whistled and entered the bathroom, it was okay, the bathroom was not made of wood, he looked at himself in the mirror, and thought about Zhou Yin's face, it was really pretty, narcissistic like Zhong Mu felt for the first time that someone was better than him It's even better.

He turned on the shower to take a shower. Over there, Zhou Yin brought the prepared meals to the table and added another pair of bowls and chopsticks.

Zhong Mu came out of the shower and stood at the door with his hips akimbo and shouted, "Mr. Zhou——Mr. Zhou, where are you!"

"main hall."

Zhong Mu wiped his hair and came to the main hall, threw the towel over his shoulders and sat down. Two dishes and one soup were placed on the table, enough for two people to eat.

Zhong Mu stuffed a piece of meat into his mouth, "Yeah! It's delicious! Mr. Zhou, your cooking skills are really good!"

“It’s just home cooking.”

Zhong Mu chatted with Zhou Yin while eating: "Has Mr. Zhou always lived in the town?"

"Ah."

"Oh, I'm from S city."

"Why do you come here?" Zhou Yin asked him suspiciously, it's not that no one comes to the town, it's just that there are usually young people who like literature and art, like Zhong Mu, who grew up in the city, and his personality is so ostentatious, it's really not like coming here.

"I'm here for a trip. I want to relax. I think the scenery here is good, so I came here. But the transportation is not very convenient, and my waist still hurts from sitting in the car."

Zhou Yin smiled: "It's not very convenient."

Zhong Mu asked: "What does Mr. Zhou do?"

Zhou Yin pointed to the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, including regular script, running script, and many fonts that Zhong Mu couldn't understand. Zhong Mu was dumbfounded: "Book... a calligrapher?"

"It's not really, it's just that some people who like my calligraphy occasionally buy a few."

Zhong Mu asked in a low voice: "Then how much can you sell for a pair of words?"

Zhou Yin smiled and didn't answer him, but Zhong Mu looked at the furnishings of this quiet house, as well as Zhou Yin's attitude and quality of life, coupled with Zhou Yin's natural elegance and indifference, he should be quite rich .

Zhong Mu thought, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Zhou Yin is the book, he is the painting, it sounds like a pretty good match.

After dinner, Zhong Mu volunteered to do the dishes: "Mr. Zhou took me in, and I'm a poor man, so let me do the dishes and sweep the floor."

Zhou Yin was not polite to him either, and gave it to him.

The Zhong family is a family of artists. Zhong Mu grew up with rich clothes and good food. He has his own house in S City, but the kitchen is just a decoration and has never been turned on. It took him a long time to figure out the kitchen decoration of Zhou Yin's house , Wash the dishes and put them away, lamenting that life is really not easy!

He moved a rocking chair from the house, saw a cattail leaf fan on the table and brought it out, sitting in the courtyard, looking at Zhou Yin's house, and thinking about his own house, it was the first time that Designer Zhong felt that he was The European-style minimalist mansion, which I personally decorated and talked to my relatives and friends for more than half a month, is a bit... earthy.

Well, it must be dismantled and redecorated when I go back!

The author has something to say: a short story with tens of thousands of words, but probably no one will read it hahahahahaha, let me enjoy it~