nostalgic

Jiang Nan stepped on high heels and dragged his suitcase and stood outside the dilapidated courtyard wall of Jian's house, his pale fingertips pressed against the doorbell button with the remaining snow.

"Miss Tang, who is this?" He Rujing was waiting in the porch wearing a coat in the gloomy sky.

"Mrs. Jane." Jiang Nan walked slowly into the first floor of Jian's house, meeting He Rujing's puzzled eyes, and his high-heeled shoes tapped on the floor with a color that showed his obsession with cleanliness.

Jian Lai, the owner of the room, who was concentrating on carving the piano board under the orange working light, slowly put down the semicircular shovel in his hand, and the sawdust curled up on his sleeve fell softly to the soles of his feet with the movement.

"Luther maker, won't you catch the wind for me?" Jiang Nan held the long, wide and long wooden workbench with both hands and opened his red lips lightly.

"Rujing, make arrangements." Jian Lai whispered to He Rujing who was standing quietly by the side.

"Girlfriend?" Jiang Nan watched He Rujing's slender back when he left.

"Plaything." Jane Lai scanned Jiang Nan's face.

"A unique hobby." An incomprehensible smile appeared on Jiangnan's face.

Tang Yun's eyes wandered in surprise between the two people who had never communicated with each other before.

"The fuller the room is, the lonelier the heart will be. I didn't expect you, the violinist, to have a full heart." Jiang Nan looked around the empty surroundings and sighed.

"The more exaggerated the makeup, the more empty-headed the person is, and the more the decoration is, the more empty the mind is. Actor Jiang doesn't seem to be the latter." Jane Lai habitually rolled up the cuffs of her white shirt.

"Mrs. Jane and Ms. Tang can leave now." He Rujing, who disappeared for a few minutes, knocked on the door to remind.

Hearing the sound, Jane Lai turned around and took off the scarf and coat from the hanger. When she left, she scraped off a stack of dark blue cardboard cut into rectangles that was neatly placed on the edge of the workbench.

The 5-minute drive from Luther Hotel to Jane's house seemed particularly long because of the silence in the carriage.

Arriving at the destination, Tang Yun opened the car door and greedily breathed in the fresh and cool air outside the window.

He Rujing, who was dressed in white, walked ahead neatly, and Jiang Nan naturally took Tang Yun's arms and followed behind. Tang Yun subconsciously turned her head and glanced at Jian Lai. The man was staring at Jiang Nan through the half-open car window. His eyes fell down like chasing fireflies in the night.

"Mrs. Jane, the journey is exhausting." After Jiang Nan took his seat, He Rujing greeted him politely.

"Thank you, Rujing, can we call you like this in the future?" Jiangnan tentatively asked.

"Of course, Mrs. Jane." He Rujing replied generously.

"This address between people is really interesting. A person is followed by a long list of different titles. For example, you call me Mrs. Jane; Yunyun used to call me Teacher Jiang in the troupe; Jane Lai called me Actor Jiang." , It’s a hundred layers of identity.” Jiang Nan discussed with He Rujing with great interest.

"Compared with various titles, some names are actually more interesting. For example, the aunt of the Jian family mentioned an old acquaintance in Qingchuan. When the aunt was born, the father looked at the kidney bean rice in the bowl and had an idea, so he named his daughter Kidou." He Rujing stared at a plate of kidney beans on the dining table and preached.

"Kidney beans? The name is really random." Jiang Nan shook the water glass in his hand and smiled softly.

Snow fell outside the window again, and the neon lights reflected the snowflakes into colorful colors.

Jian Lai, who was opposite Tang Yun, looked out the window intently. The man's slender index finger tapped gently with the music, and the edges of the nails were slightly red due to excessive trimming.

"How long does Mrs. Jane plan to stay this time?" He Rujing pretended to mention it casually.

"Falling leaves return to their roots. Going home is not a trip. Why do we need a return date?" Jiang Nan cast his eyes on Jian Lai who seemed to be out of it.

"Jane Lai said earlier that you would come back and asked me to tidy up the old room on the first floor. At that time, I just took it as a joke." He Rujing was a little surprised when he heard the answer.

"Really? It turns out that a violin maker not only knows how to make violins, but also guesses people's hearts." Jiangnan thoughtfully lowered his head and fiddled with the transparent glass in his hand.

A cuckoo telling the time sprang out from the ancient clock on the corridor wall of the Luther Hotel, and the clear voice woke people up from the dull atmosphere.

"Jiangnan, Jane Lai, don't let people go round and round to guess again, can we give an answer to what happened back then?" Tang Yun held her trembling palms tightly and stared at the people who had lived together under the same roof. For the two of them, the clouds and mist in front of them gradually thickened.

Jane Lai's index finger tapping the beat stopped at the note at the end of Tang Yun's words.

"Yunyun, have you ever heard of people who have sex after drinking? To tell you the truth, I am officially one of these people." Jiangnan lit a cigarette and narrated slowly.

"I drank a few more glasses that night because I was in a bad mood. It may be because of the alcohol, and gradually I felt sore * itchy, and my patience * burned *. I went upstairs to rest. When the violinist opened the door and came in, I was pleasing myself, or to put it bluntly, I was pleasing myself." Jiangnan stopped and pursed his lips.

"Although my mind was very unclear at the time, my subconscious mind reminded the violinist that he had always admired me, so I seduced the violinist beyond the limit in order to meet the speed of the moment." Jiang Nan knocked off a small piece of soot.

Tang Yun held the water glass tightly in her hand and listened quietly.

"The truth is more shameful than people's word-of-mouth fabrications, isn't it? Because it is difficult to face this shame, I fled Lucheng non-stop after regaining my sanity." Jiangnan greedily took a deep breath of the cigarette between his fingers , The smoke ring spewed out made Tang Yun instantly trapped in a thin white mist.

Jane Lai rolled up her cuffs, took the wine bottle standing by the dining table, poured half a glass, and gulped it down like she was extremely thirsty.

"Those animals struggling with desire!" Tang Yun vaguely recalled the emotion Jane Lai said when she was sitting on the stairs when she was young.

With a thud, Tang Yin tore off the plastic wrapping from the cigarette case, fumbled and took out the lighter from her pocket and lit it.

Paganini No.13 Capriccio cut through the dull atmosphere like a soft sword.

Jane Lai coughed a few times in a low voice under the smog, and gently slid her thin fingers across the flickering phone screen.

"Lin Ling? Friend relationship." Jane Lai replied lightly.

"Hmm... okay... I'll be there in a quarter of an hour." Jane Lai's knuckles turned white due to excessive force, and her brows furrowed deeper and deeper.

"Dididi." Before Jian Lai hung up the phone, Tang Yun's bright and concise cell phone rang.

"Sister Yunyun, sister Yunyun, that Lin Ling who came to the hospital with you in the autumn is being rescued in our hospital, come and take a look." Distant brother Tang Jingyuan's anxious voice came from the microphone.

"Rujing, take good care of Actor Jiang, Yunyun, and go to Qiantang Hospital with me." Jian Lai stepped forward and took Tang Yun's weakly curled fingers, and hurriedly walked out of the Luther Hotel with windy steps.