Tiandi Baiju

Zhou Luoyang adjusted his sitting posture in the car, flipped over the back of the light shield, and all the places he could see.Du Jing's car was very plainly decorated, not even a doll, it didn't look like his own car, maybe Yu Jianqiang drove it for him?

Yu Jianqiang is gay, will he fall in love with Du Jing to some extent?But according to his type of blind date, that is, his own inference, the real estate boss should not like Du Jing's type.

How did he get the job?Zhou Luoyang really couldn't imagine Du Jing being an assistant. From the impression he had formed all along, Zhou Luoyang always felt that he might have a different job.But what to do?He couldn't tell either.Du Jing is a person who cannot be trapped. Zhou Luoyang always feels that one day, he will leave the cage of steel and concrete and return to the world that belongs to him.

As for what this world is like, Zhou Luoyang himself can't tell.

He still remembers that it took a long, long time to get to know Du Jing, maybe it was because of the medicine Du Jing was taking that aroused his interest, maybe it was because he felt that this roommate was very lonely, so he somehow gave birth to a savior The sense of responsibility, hope to walk into his heart.

In the autumn five years ago, after the military training was over, Zhou Luoyang was shirtless and suggested to Du Jing after returning to the dormitory, should the dormitory have to be cleaned?

Du Jing didn't have any objection to Zhou Luoyang's proposal. He just nodded and got up with his earphones on. Zhou Luoyang said, "Go get a bucket of water."

Du Jing went to fetch the water. Zhou Luoyang was really conflicted when he returned to the dormitory. On the one hand, he hoped to make friends with Du Jing and say a few more words, otherwise there would always be something wrong with such a dead atmosphere in the dormitory.On the other hand, reason keeps telling him that everyone needs to respect each other, and that making friends by force is not acceptable.

Du Jing was tall, so he would do whatever Zhou Luoyang asked him to do, so he stood up and started cleaning the fan.Taking advantage of this moment, Zhou Luoyang took a look at the belongings that Du Jing brought to school - very few things, an e-book reader, and a Mac notebook.Three pairs of basketball shoes at a great price.

"Shall I hang up your clothes for you?" Zhou Luoyang raised his head and asked.

Du Jing glanced at Zhou Luoyang and nodded.

Zhou Luoyang opened Du Jing's closet openly, and there were two casual clothes and a few messy sportswear inside.

"I have this too." Zhou Luoyang glanced at one of the T-shirts and said.

Du Jing heard it, nodded, and remained silent.

Zhou Luoyang took out a Bluetooth speaker and said, "What are you listening to? Let's listen together?"

"Choose what you usually listen to." Du Jing finally said a word.

"I want to listen to you." Zhou Luoyang took the bluetooth speaker and went over to match Du Jing's computer. He was a little surprised when he heard the prelude.

"Stan." Zhou Luoyang said.

"You like it too?" Du Jing was also a little surprised.

"I like his chorus." Zhou Luoyang said with a smile, feeling that it might have opened up an opportunity for conversation.

After cleaning the electric fan, Du Jing jumped off the chair and said, "The first time I heard their song was in my mother and my stepdad's wedding car. It was very hot that day. I still remember that the wedding emcee was a very fat The man. They auditioned at the wedding, they played a vinyl, and I went over and asked whose song it was, and he said 'Eminem'."

Zhou Luoyang: "..."

Zhou Luoyang didn't expect that a singer could make Du Jing say so many things suddenly, so he could only nod his head and couldn't answer anything.

Du Jing looked at him from the reflection of the glass window and said: "The flowers bloomed very well that day, all red roses, but the weather was so hot that people were sweating profusely. I was six years old, and my mother asked me to wear a suit. Nasty, the shirt collar is too tight, it's strangling me..."

"Yes... yes." Zhou Luoyang suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his thinking speed, and said, "It should be specially made."

"Yes." Du Jing said, "After falling out with my dad, she married a rich Spaniard who was in the wine business in Madrid. That guy has two sons, and his IQ is not too high. I think It is because the couple both like to smoke marijuana, and the child born seems a little mentally retarded. Although they look at me, they should also think that I am mentally retarded."

Zhou Luoyang: "..."

"Do you think I'm retarded?" Du Jing said.

Zhou Luoyang: "........."

Zhou Luoyang laughed, Du Jing started talking to himself again, and said, "How do you speak English?"

"It's...not bad." Zhou Luoyang was a little at a loss.

"Can you speak Spanish?" Du Jing asked.

Zhou Luoyang replied, "No."

Du Jing said: "Spanish is easy to learn, even easier to learn than French. During the time I lived in their family, I learned it very quickly, but I pretended not to. It was very interesting to listen to them talking about me at the dinner table."

Zhou Luoyang finally found a moment to interrupt, and said, "So you decided to go back to China to study?"

"Not entirely, but also because of another thing." Du Jing thought for a while, and then said, "I want to learn something in science, and they want me to be a lawyer, finance, or a politician, which doesn't fit my personality. "

Zhou Luoyang hummed, and said, "You...doesn't it be time to wash the rag?"

Du Jing wiped a lot of things with a rag, and it was already dark. It could be seen that he never did housework. Hearing this, he thought for a while and nodded. Looking at Zhou Luoyang in his reflection.

"Can I borrow a book to read?" Du Jing looked at Zhou Luoyang's bookshelf.

"Of course." Zhou Luoyang said briskly, "What do you want to see?"

He took down a copy of Duras' "Lover" and handed it to him, Du Jing took it and flipped through it casually.

"Let's go eat?" Zhou Luoyang looked at the brand-new dormitory with satisfaction, and said, "Go out for a stroll? Anyway, it's going to be a holiday soon. I think we should buy a washing machine."

After the military training is over, the National Day holiday will follow, and there will be a long period of time for them to get to know each other slowly.

"Are you going home?" Zhou Luoyang asked again.

Du Jing said: "If you don't answer, did you forget something?"

Zhou Luoyang was startled for a moment, then looked around the dormitory, and said, "Is there any? What's the matter?"

Du Jing seemed to have regained his previous indifferent expression, opened the closet, changed his clothes, and signaled to go.

Zhou Luoyang said, "Did I forget something?"

"No." Du Jing said, "Where are you going? Let's go."

Suddenly Zhou Luoyang noticed, did Du Jing have a little mental disorder?Because after he asked "Did you forget something", he became silent.

It doesn't seem right to say that after opening the door, leaving the dormitory, and walking on the street, he will return to his unapproachable appearance.After all, the momentary transformation happened in the dormitory, before they had decided where to go.

But in short, Du Jing became silent. He didn't say a word throughout the evening. Zhou Luoyang tried to chat with him, and said during the meal, "Going out of school?"

Du Jing just nodded numbly, otherwise, most of the time he looked out of the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.

After leaving the campus, there is a botanical garden. After passing through the botanical garden, there is a huge West Lake. As the National Day approaches, tourists have gradually increased.

Zhou Luoyang said, "Is this your first time in Hangzhou?"

Du Jing hummed.

Zhou Luoyang said: "It's my first time here too, I..."

Zhou Luoyang originally wanted to ask him where his hometown was, but he clearly felt that he didn't want to talk, so he stopped asking further, and the two of them maintained a tacit understanding.

At the end of the meal, Du Jing took out his credit card to pay the bill, and then said "I'll do it".

Zhou Luoyang was not short of money, but he had roughly sensed Du Jing's temper, so he didn't compete with him for the order, and simply replied, "Okay."

After Du Jing paid the bill, Zhou Luoyang started shopping again. The two of them stopped in front of the window occasionally for a while until Zhou Luoyang entered the Apple store, and Du Jing suddenly said, "You want to buy?"

"Didn't I tell you to buy a new mobile phone with you?" Zhou Luoyang said, "Your phone is no longer usable, right?"

At that moment, he felt the low air pressure on Du Jing's body suddenly relax.

"You still remember." Du Jing said.

Zhou Luoyang was a little strange, even dumbfounded, and said, "Of course, wouldn't it be hard to not have a mobile phone? What do you think of the new one?"

Zhou Luoyang used a new phone, and Du Jing's was already a year ago. He stood in front of the table and asked Du Jing to hold the phone, swipe his fingers across the screen, and said, "Your hands are big, It just happens to be held in one hand with the max version, do you want to consider this?"

Du Jing's fingers are slender, with well-defined knuckles, quite beautiful.

Du Jing nodded, without hesitation, he swiped his card to buy.

"I want to get a new card," Du Jing said again, "Is there a number that can be done without an ID card?"

Zhou Luoyang smiled and said, "Are you a spy for returnees?"

When Du Jing stepped out of the Apple store, his words changed again, and he said, "I don't want my stepfather to know my phone number, it's too annoying."

Zhou Luoyang thought for a while and said, "Use my ID card to create a new account for you."

So that night, Du Jing used Zhou Luoyang's ID card to set up a phone number that no one knew, and saved the contact information of the first person in the phone book: Luoyang.

But after returning to the dormitory, Du Jing sat at the desk, facing the mobile phone, lost in thought, frowning slightly, as if there was some trouble.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Luoyang said.

"I want to register a new Apple ID," Du Jing said, "but I have to download a VPN software before I can register a new email address."

"You can use mine first." Zhou Luoyang said, and wrote his Apple ID on a small note, and handed it to Du Jing.

Then, Du Jing re-applied for a WeChat account for contact.

At that time, Zhou Luoyang didn't know what this move meant. After a long time, when he recalled the past, he realized that that night, to Du Jing, should represent his new life.

In the parking lot, Du Jing opened the car door and sat in. Zhou Luoyang was covered with a sports coat, curled up on the passenger seat, and looked at him from the side. The corner of Du Jing's mouth was still slightly red and swollen from his punch. .

Du Jing handed one of the cups of coffee to Zhou Luoyang.

"You'd better explain it clearly to me." Zhou Luoyang said coldly.

Du Jing loosened the collar of his shirt and said, "It's so strangled, I'm almost out of breath."

As he spoke, he dug out the medicine box, poured out a few white and red pills, slapped them into his mouth without looking at them, and swallowed them with coffee.

"How long did you sleep last night?" Zhou Luoyang said.

"Didn't sleep." Du Jing replied.

"Then drink coffee?!" Zhou Luoyang said, "Damn it!"

Du Jing said, "Just take a sip."

Zhou Luoyang asked, "Is this Yu Jianqiang's company?"

Du Jing typed a line on his mobile phone to show Zhou Luoyang: [There is surveillance in the car].

Zhou Luoyang had no choice but to stop asking, and said, "Let's find a place to sleep for a while, has the insomnia eased over the years?"

"No," Du Jing said, "It's more serious than before."

Zhou Luoyang: "I also take more medicine than before."

Du Jing glanced at the phone and knew that Zhou Luoyang didn't look at his device. As long as he wasn't around, Zhou Luoyang never flipped through it. Just like before, when he wanted to flip it, he would do it in front of him.

Du Jing was also very frank, there was nothing he couldn't hide from others - at least for his relationship with Zhou Luoyang.

"The family didn't leave you any cash?" Du Jing asked.

"No." Zhou Luoyang replied, "I owed a lot of debts. Grandpa's will was made to me, and the debts were also inherited. The valuables were divided up by my aunt and uncle long before his death. Now There is only a little rags left in the warehouse where I went.”

Du Jing said again: "Where's your father? He doesn't care?"

"Dead." Zhou Luoyang replied, "At the end of the year before last, there was a car accident on the road at Haneda Airport, and it was because of this car accident that Le Yao became paralyzed."

"I'm sorry," Du Jing said, "I wanted to say that you have changed a lot."

"It doesn't matter, there will always be changes when encountering so many things." Zhou Luoyang said relaxedly, "No matter what happens, life will always go by. People come and go, and all living beings in the world don't stop, and everything flows in an endless stream."

Du Jing: "Heraclitus."

The car stopped in front of the Drum Tower Xiejie, which is the old town of Wan City. It was extremely difficult for Audi to turn around outside the narrow bungalow alley, like a shark swimming into a large amount of seaweed, and the roadside people kept pressing The bell of the old-fashioned bicycle jingled. Looking in from the window, he was curious about Du Jing and the scar on Du Jing's face.

Du Jing doesn't care much about other people's eyes now. When others see the scars on his face, he is open and upright for others to see. Only the indifferent expression on his handsome face is arrogant.

Zhou Luoyang took out the key, opened a dilapidated wooden door, and pushed it open with a "squeak".

This is a small one-story house owned by my grandfather during his lifetime. It is said that it was left by his ancestors. It is located at No. 73, Gulou Xie Street. No one lived in it 40 years ago. It's a mess that can't be repaired.

The one-story house was about sixty square meters, and there was an electric light hanging on the roof. Zhou Luoyang closed the door and pulled the light cord.Under the dim light, there are all cabinets and boxes, and there are a lot of old books and papers piled on the shelves against the wall, and a few scrolls of paintings that have been damaged by moths.There is a spring bed in the corner, the bed is covered with an air-conditioning quilt, and there are dusty thangkas hanging on the wall.

Du Jing walked to the back door, which was sealed with cement, and the windows were nailed with wooden boards, letting in the autumn light from the gap, and the dust rolled up was like a beam of light shining in from the gap of time in ancient civilization.

"Only these," Zhou Luoyang stood in the middle of the house, thought for a while, and said, "I can't estimate the price."

"Estimated?" Du Jing walked to an old-fashioned table and opened the drawer. Inside were several dials without straps, pressing "Reference News" from 20 years ago.

Zhou Luoyang: "I estimated it myself. I have been dealing with antiques since I was a child, so I know it well. The only thing that is worth anything is this apartment, maybe five or six million, but it still has to wait for compensation for demolition. The possibility of demolition is very low..."

Gulou Xiejie is an ancient building protection area, followed by a large lake, the side of the lake has been transformed into a commercial street, full of milk tea shops, specialty shops, cultural and creative shops, just like ancient towns all over the country culture.But if you walk three or four hundred meters inside, you will find dilapidated houses and alleys that no one cares about. They cannot be rented out, and the government dare not demolish them.

"...Besides, it involves the property of our ancestors," Zhou Luoyang said, "I don't want to sell it either."

Du Jing took out a dial and looked at the sky light coming in from the window.

This watch is very peculiar, it has no hour, minute, and second hands, and there are only three square metal sheets on the round dial, each staggered at [-] degrees and stacked together, interlaced with each other to form a thin twelve-pointed shape.The inner circle is the twelve-hour scale of a day, and the middle circle is the number of days corresponding to the lunar phase cycle.

The outermost periphery is the time ring scale of the perpetual calendar.

Du Jing took the high dial and looked at it for a while, obviously attracted by its complicated mechanical sense.

"How do you tell the time?" Du Jing asked.

"On one corner of the square, there is a teardrop-shaped sapphire," Zhou Luoyang said, "You can only see it if you look at it in the sun. The direction that the sapphire points to is the time scale. I tried to repair it with Swiss craftsmanship, but it didn't work. Walk."

Du Jing said: "This is the first time I have seen such a watch, it is very beautiful."

Zhou Luoyang said: "There is no name, and there is no batch. It should be a limited edition. It is a product from many years ago. If you like it, you can take it away. Or change it? Do you want a Daytona?"

Zhou Luoyang opened the small safe in the corner. There were two watches in it, and he threw one to Du Jing for him to try.

Du Jing tried to put it on his wrist, shook his head, and returned it to Zhou Luoyang.

"Can you repair safes?" Du Jing asked suddenly while sitting on the edge of the bed, trying to adjust the strange watch in his hand.

Zhou Luoyang: "?"

Zhou Luoyang didn't understand, and said after a while: "We need a design drawing."

Du Jing glanced at the safe at Zhou Luoyang's house, it looked a bit like the one in Yu Jianqiang's office, and pointed at it casually.Zhou Luoyang got up to look through things, and Du Jing said, "Old-fashioned Kubuni, produced in 1973."

Zhou Luoyang's safe is also the Kubuni turntable type, but the batch is different, and the design has also been changed.

"In 73?" Zhou Luoyang said, "Maybe you can see the real thing, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Luoyang looked at Du Jing suspiciously, full of doubts in his heart.

Du Jing shook his head and said, "It's nothing."

Zhou Luoyang said: "I remember that there is still a manual for it."

Russian safes were very popular decades ago, and the instructions included how to reset them if the password was forgotten, but it was quite complicated.Zhou Luoyang found a yellowed manual. The batches were different, but the principles should be similar.

"What do you want to do?" Zhou Luoyang asked doubtfully.

"I'm a little tired." Du Jing said suddenly.

"Go to sleep." Zhou Luoyang told Du Jing to go on the spring bed. Du Jing's leather shoes were still on, and he moved a little inside to leave an empty seat.Zhou Luoyang also stood side by side with him, lay down on the bed, and started flipping through the manual.

Du Jing was still looking at the watch in his hand and said, "What time is it?"

"Ten o'clock." Zhou Luoyang flipped through the manual and glanced at Du Jing, "Don't mess with it, it's completely broken, and it can't be repaired, so keep it as a souvenir."

Du Jing adjusted the dial and made a light sound, but it got stuck when setting the date. After turning it a few times, the watch was a bit jerky, so he didn't dare to twist it too hard for fear of breaking it.

The date on the dial stopped at yesterday: September [-]th.

It was also the day they reunited after nearly three years apart.

With a soft mechanical sound, Du Jing didn't know where he moved unintentionally, and the watch, which had been idle for many years, started to move again.

"It's fixed," Du Jing showed Zhou Luoyang, "How do you reward me?"

Zhou Luoyang: "..."

"You just pulled out the clockwork pin and inserted it back in again, repeated several times!" Zhou Luoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Zhou Luoyang glanced at Du Jing and saw that he was still playing with the watch persistently like a child, so he took it from his hand and said, "Stop playing, go to sleep."

"Call me in two hours," Du Jing said, "let's have lunch together."

Du Jing turned his body slightly, closed his eyes, and showed a tired expression.

Zhou Luoyang covered the two of them with a quilt, and continued to read the manual of the safe. The manual was in Russian again, which made him dizzy, so he threw the book under the bed and fell asleep.

Eleven fifty-five:

Du Jing suddenly opened his eyes, took out the vibrating mobile phone from the pocket of his trousers, answered the phone, and put it to his ear.

"Brother Jing," said a young man's voice over there, "where are you?"

Du Jing stood up gently, with the anxiety of just waking up between his brows, he whispered: "Say."

"Yu Jianqiang is dead." The voice over there was lowered.

"Last night in the middle of the night, he jumped off the construction site! Didn't you watch the news? It broke out half an hour ago!"

Du Jing's expression changed instantly, he took his suit jacket and pushed the door out.

At this time, Zhou Luoyang was still fast asleep.

After Du Jing went around the alley, he changed to a Bluetooth headset. The young man was still in the headset and said, "Where were you at that spot last night? Do you have an alibi?"

Du Jing didn't answer, just heard the person in the headset say quickly: "The police are looking for people everywhere, and all his assistants will be taken away to assist in the investigation. Find a place to hide for a while, don't be caught..."

When Du Jing came to the end of the alley not far from the car, he saw two policemen taking pictures of his license plate, stopped, turned around and went back the same way.

Eleven fifty-five:

When Du Jing was about to enter the commercial street, three criminal police came up to him one after the other.

"Comrade, please come with us." The leader showed his work card.

Du Jing slightly raised his hand, clutching his jacket, the criminal police took off his earphones for him, searched him briefly, did not handcuff him, and took him into the police car.

Eleven fifty-five:

In the warehouse, next to the sleeping Zhou Luoyang's pillow, the watch that Du Jing had touched, blue teardrops pointing to the Roman numeral "twelve".

59:59:[-]...

Twelve o'clock sharp.

The three square metal disks have gone through twelve hours of reincarnation, returning to their positions and overlapping.The hour hand, minute hand, and second hand are stacked together, making a very low, very low sound, like the continuous sound of water flowing as a clockwork unwinds.

The pointer stopped at twelve noon.

Zhou Luoyang's cell phone alarm clock rang, notes: At six o'clock in the afternoon, partner dinner, Yu Jianqiang.