Haimer

"Farewell as early as possible" is the theme of Jian Yang's art exhibition.

When Fu Yun called Jian Yang this morning and told Jian Yang the topic, the first person that came to Jian Yang's mind was Fang Chen, so he naturally expressed his feelings.

Unexpectedly, just because of this sentence, he was taken onto the plane by Fu Yun early in the morning, before the sun had fully risen, and then three hours later, in the cold wind of S City He sneezed solidly.

In fact, speaking seriously, the story between Jian Yang and Fang Chen is like so many youth novels, becoming clichéd and plain.

The manager of the coffee shop with a deserted business and the rebellious boy who ran away from home.Two people meet unexpectedly on a rainy night, an invitation, a cup of cocoa, and a part-time job, all these are enough to form the beginning of two people's coexistence day and night.

A teenager is just the time when he is young and frivolous. He doesn't need any special reason to fall in love with someone. He can easily fall in love for a long time, and he is so reckless that he doesn't ask where he started.

But Jian Yang at that time couldn't do it.The criticisms faced by same-sex love, the instability of emotional changes, and the sadness and expectations of parents of teenagers all make Jian Yang waver and hesitate. The 22-year-old Jian Yang has more worries than the 17-year-old Fang Chen, and has less to bear than the 28-year-old Jian Yang.

The end of all this is that in the second week of Fang Chen's confession, Jian Yang took the opportunity of going abroad to participate in the painting competition, completely left City S, and never came back for the next six years.

Jian Yang originally thought that he thought of Fang Chen at that moment because he had nostalgia for Fang Chen.However, when he really faced Fang Chen and the young man's careful temptation and hesitation to speak, Jian Yang realized that he was probably just missing that ordinary and comfortable daily life.

The professor and his wife who come to drink coffee together after get off work every Friday evening, the Samoyed who is always obsessed with rice in the stationery store facing the street, the pager that fails every three to five times, the washing machine that needs to be manually drained...

He remembers it all.

"After this art exhibition is over, I probably won't come to City S again."

Jian Yang reached out and touched the cocoa cup on the table, the temperature of the ironing post had cooled down, just like the closeness and nostalgia he felt when he opened the door and entered.

A not-so-obtrusive silence fell between the two of them.

After a while, Fang Chen hummed lightly, "I'll go and see."

"Then, see you then." Jian Yang stretched out his hand to Fang Chen, "Goodbye, Fang Chen."

Fang Chen slowly stretched out his hand, and finally shook hands with Jian Yang.

"Goodbye...Jian Yang."

This time, he didn't call "the store manager".

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When he was about to leave the coffee shop, the chubby tabby cat was lying on the nest at the top of the cat climbing frame, purring happily. It was so cute that Jian Yang couldn't help but stop and wanted to take some photos of it. He stretched out his hand but was stunned.

He stood at the door, blankly opened a pair of clear and bright eyes, looked around aimlessly, and finally set his sights on the tall man who got off the commercial vehicle parked outside the coffee shop.

"... Mr. Fu?"

"Ah."

Fu Zheng took off the woolen coat outside his three-piece suit and put it on Jian Yang's body. The long hem directly covered Jian Yang's ankles.

"wait a second."

He shook Jian Yang's wrist, then walked past Jian Yang to the store.

Jian Yang couldn't help but raised his hand and shook his left wrist like a man, it was a completely different feeling.

The man's palm was big and warm.

After a while, the man returned the same way, with a khaki cashmere coat on one arm, and gently placed the SLR in Jian Yang's arms with the other hand.

"Here, do you want to photograph this cat?"

"Well," Jian Yang adjusted the focus, and pointed the lens at the napping tabby cat, "It looks very similar to the one I raised before."

"Is that so, I don't know, cats of the same breed all look alike."

"Of course it's different." Jian Yang put down the camera, pointed at the tabby cat's tail cautiously, and said in a low voice, "Look here, doesn't the fur color pattern at the base of its tail look like a heart? The one I raised before There is only a heart shape in this position, so when I named it, I wanted to call it 'heart', but it ignored me completely."

"Really, I think 'love' sounds good." Fu Zheng took the camera from Jian Yang and hung it on his forearm.

During the back and forth conversations, Jian Yang walked out of the coffee shop unconsciously, and followed Fu Zheng into the co-pilot.

After Fu Zheng fastened the co-pilot's seat belt, he raised his hand as if he wanted to touch Jian Yang's hair, but he stopped abruptly halfway, and helped Jian Yang take off his scarf, and put it away together with the camera and down jacket. to the back row.

"Where do you want to go next?"

After getting in the car, Fu Zheng glanced at the phone - there were several other places that Fu Yun sent over, probably because she was worried that Jian Yang would suddenly not adapt to the cold of S City, so the places she chose this time were all indoors.

Jian Yang went up to look at it for a while, then sat back in his seat, leaned his head against the car door and let out a long sigh.

"But, I don't want to go to these places."

Outside the car window, the bright sunshine just a moment ago was obscured by thick clouds at some point, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that it would rain in the next second.

——It might be snow, too.

"Will it snow today?" Jian Yang asked.

"Well, it should be." Fu Zheng opened the weather software to confirm, "The weather forecast says it may snow in the afternoon."

"It would be great if it snowed, I haven't seen snow for many years." Jian Yang said in a low voice, and suddenly became excited again the next second, "If it snows, I will go to the beach to sketch."

Fu Zheng hesitated for a while, but was still defeated by Jian Yang's expectant eyes, "Yes, but you have to wear thicker clothes."

He shook his head helplessly, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the nearest shopping mall, and handed the phone to Jian Yang: "See what you want for lunch today."

As a result, Jian Yang struggled with the dazzling array of gourmet shops, and no longer had the mind to bother with the tabby cat who didn't know where it went.

"Is it okay to eat barbecue?"

"can."

"But I also kind of want to eat hot pot."

“The hot pot is also very good.”

"Forget it, let's go eat sushi."

"it is good."

Jian Yang probed to see the man's expression, then threw the phone aside: "Mr. Fu, you are very strange."

"what happened?"

While waiting for the signal light, Fu Zheng looked sideways at Jian Yang, without any expression of perfunctory impatience.

Jian Yang didn't answer.Soon, the signal light switched to green, Fu Zheng looked away from Jian Yang and continued driving.

Fu Yun said that this man was her cousin and Jian Yang's life assistant.But Jian Yang remains highly suspicious of this.

It's not that Jian Yang doesn't trust Fu Yun, it's just that the tough aura of this man is not so much that he is employed as a life assistant by a well-known painter, but more like the kind of chatting and laughing The villain of Liang Wang Po.Not to mention that based on Jian Yang's limited knowledge of the models, he probably needs to hold at least three art exhibitions before he can afford the high-end business car that Fu Zheng is driving.

After 10 minutes, the two arrived at their destination.

What made Jian Yang heave a sigh of relief was that when buying clothes, the man did not make him toss endlessly like trying on a model like the plots in some soap operas he had seen, but simply and rudely chose the clerk The recommended down jacket with the highest cold protection factor was given the size for him to try on briefly, picked out another pair of gloves, and finished shopping.

Of course, when the two of them sat at the dining table and started ordering, Jian Yang didn't intend to continue thinking about how much this down jacket suitable for minus [-] degrees and those thick and big ski gloves could be used later. use.

——Going to Antarctica?

A melody that Jian Yang was familiar with but couldn't name was played in the dining room. Jian Yang listened attentively, and unconsciously hummed along with it.

The brilliance from the high-hanging crystal chandelier illuminated Jian Yang's cheerful eyes, and the corners of Fu Zheng's lips were stained with a soft and relaxed smile.

"How long will I love you," Fu Zheng said with a deep and elegant voice like a cello, his eyes staring at Jian Yang were floated by the light, "the name of this song."

Jian Yang tilted his head, and met Fu Zheng's eyes, his eyes were so clear that they seemed to see through people's hearts, with a completely unconscious pressure.But Fu Zheng couldn't bear to look away, instead he smiled at Jian Yang with an easy-going demeanor.

Jian Yang's attention was completely focused on the man's brow.

The man's hair was originally scrupulously combed back, but when he bowed his head to eat, a strand of messy hair fell down accidentally, which happened to rest on the faint imprint of the word Sichuan on the man's brow.The air conditioner in the room was fully turned on, and the warm air was blowing the lock of hair up and down, making the man look subtly familiar.

"Mr. Fu," Jian Yang pursed his lips to avoid laughing impolitely, "Do you know Yingmuhuadao?"

Even though he asked this question, Jian Yang almost immediately denied in his heart the possibility that the man could understand the meaning.He paused for a moment, thinking about how to remind Fu Zheng in another way, when Fu Zheng raised his hand to touch his brow and smiled.

"I know."

"Ah, is it?"

Jian Yang smiled and praised, "Mr. Fu is a know-it-all", and then immediately called Fu Yun after Fu Zheng got up and left his seat.

"Fu Yun, I think your brother can read minds—hey, isn't the meeting over yet?" On the other end of the phone, some messy conversations could be heard as the background sound, which made Jian Yang close the point about Fu Zheng in an instant. Doubts were thrown to the back of my mind, "You have to eat on time."

"Don't worry, we've ordered a meal here, and we'll go eat it in a while. Now the time and place of the art exhibition have basically been contacted. If there is no accident, it will be set in the second floor exhibition hall of the S City Art Museum. There will be some left The details of the process need to be confirmed again..."

Jian Yang smiled helplessly, so he could only cheer up and listen to Fu Yun's eloquent arrangement on the phone.

In his memory, Fu Yun was still that clumsy girl who had just stepped into society.I don't know when she started to form this kind of strong woman mode that can't switch back once she starts working.

Jian Yang adjusted his posture, wanting to change his ear to listen to the phone, his eyes glanced at the French windows of the restaurant inadvertently, and he was startled.

——Several crystal flowers swirled and landed on the glass.

"Fu Yun, look out the window, it's snowing for the first time."