nostalgic

The sky was getting dark, the neon lights under the dark blue curtain exuded dizzying brilliance, and tiny raindrops fell in the air from time to time.

Tang Yun helped her senior Su Lan out of the restaurant, and her colleagues followed behind in twos and threes.

"Tang Yun, Sister Su is in your hands. Don't delay too long after seeing off Sister Su, go back early." Colleague Gu Fanchen instructed Tang Yun.

"Well, don't worry." Tang Yun nodded and closed the car door.

"Sister Su, are you okay?" Tang Yun leaned over to help Su Lan put on her seat belt.

"Hey, with this little wine, my brain hurts like hell, and my stomach also suffers." Su Lan rubbed her temples with her fingertips, closed her eyes and closed her coat tightly and muttered.

"Drink some hangover medicine, and you'll be fine in a while." Tang Yun took out a bottle of glass solution from the armrest box, inserted a straw, and handed it over, then grabbed a blanket and covered Su Lan's leg.

"You are a very heart-warming child, but you are too alienated from the opposite sex, you know? A while ago they were discussing in private that you have heterophobia." Su Lan slowly opened her eyes while holding the blanket and looked at Tang Yun's side Face.

"Let them talk about it, and forget about it after a while when there is a new topic." Tang Yun smiled faintly when she heard Su Lan's words.

"Listen to something." Su Lan stopped talking, leaned back as if tired, and turned on the music casually.

I don't know when Tang Yun became a worrying junior. In this society, it seems that without a boyfriend around a woman, others will think that you are limping through life. Before the performance in the afternoon, Tang Yun refused in front of Su Lan. Tang Wen's colleague, Aunt Tong, arranged a meeting. Aunt Tong looked at Tang Yun with pity and contempt like she was looking at cheap Chinese cabbage, as if a woman at the end of her 20s would be treated roughly like an expired rice ball in a supermarket.

"Yunyun, you look really good when you smoke, and you have a different style." Lin Ling, a friend from the bar on Chongyuan Road, came over and patted Tang Yun on the shoulder.

"Really? You said it as if it was the first time you met." Tang Yun froze for a moment when she heard Lin Ling's words, and then hung down her slender fingers holding the cigarette to flick the ashes.

"That old lady Tong with the rust on her head is mad at you, right?" Lin Ling raised his legs and played with the transparent glass in his hand.

"It's not that I'm angry, it's just that I'm a little concerned. It stands to reason that I should get used to this kind of thing. After all, I'm at such an embarrassing age." Tang Yun narrowed her eyes.

"The current society is inexplicably harsh on women!" Lin Ling flicked his long hair rashly and sighed, his eyes fell on the dazzling dance floor.

Those men and women in bright and fashionable clothes are provocative and teasing like estrous animals courting a mate, their eyes are rolling, and their deep-covered lust quietly climbs out of their restless bodies along the salty crack.

"Those animals struggling with desire!" Tang Yun followed Lin Ling's gaze, and suddenly Jane Lai's emotion when she was sitting on the stairs flashed in her mind.

That year at the Lucheng Theater, Tang Yun was fascinated by the chasing light on the stage. Jane Lai, who came with her, kept her eyes on the stage for a while and off the stage. She was always looking for the same person from the beginning to the end, and that person was from the Lucheng Theatre. Drama actor Jiangnan.

Jiangnan was 26 years old at the time, and he had been with the troupe for three years. Because he was born glamorous, he often played the same glamorous vase roles. Whenever Jiangnan starred in a play in the theater, the audience was bound to be full. The group of men usually stares wide-eyed and holds their breath. When Jiangnan's vermilion lips open slightly, the group of men howls, claps, and whistles like trapped animals released from an iron cage. Male animal hormone breath.

That night, Jian Huailin, who never liked to show up in the theater, made an exception to pick up the two children home. Qi Ming took the opportunity to introduce the actors of the troupe to Jian Huailin one by one.

"Mr. Jian, let me introduce to you, this is Jiang Lan, a young actor from our troupe." Qi Ming's wife pushed Jiang Nan to Jane Huailin to introduce him. The beautiful faces of the men in the theater are full of blood.

"Your name is Jiang Lan?" Jian Lai subconsciously frowned as she recalled Qi Ming's wife's introduction with a foreign accent.

"It's not Jiang Lan, it's Jiangnan." Jiangnan corrected Jian Lai with a smile on the corner of his mouth, smoothing out the enchanting long hair next to his ear.

A group of people surrounded each other for a while, and Jane Huailin glanced at the watch on her wrist and said goodbye to everyone politely.

Jian Lai staggered as she turned around while holding Jian Huailin's hand, her thin body almost fell down, Tang Yun felt something was wrong, her eyes swept across the red mark under Jian Lai's white pants, Jiang Nan seemed to see it at the same time, Tang Yun was When he was about to take off his coat and hand it to Jane Lai, Jiang Nan stepped on his high-heeled shoes a few steps behind Jane Lai, quickly took off his shirt and tied it around Jane Lai's waist.

"Does it hurt a lot?" On the way back, Tang Yun looked worriedly at Jian Lai's pale face, which was wet from fine sweat.

"It's okay, it's just that the teacher didn't tell me that it would hurt so much." Jane Lai felt a little embarrassed by her messy expression while pressing her fingers on her lower abdomen.

That night was the first time Tang Yun went to the top floor after she came to Jane's house for several months. The front wall of Jane Lai's room was covered with books, and the bed was fixed in the air more than one meter above the floor, as thin and narrow as if embedded in a cliff. river mussel shells.

"Here, this is for you." Tang Yun remembered the feeling of fear and helplessness when she had menarche three years ago, stepping on the ladder supporting the bed to deliver the hot water bottle to Jane Lai to the pillow.

"Thank you." Jane Lai bowed her waist and stretched out her hand from under the quilt to grab the hot water bag. Tang Yin looked at Jane Lai's long and slender fingers holding the hot water bag. Her ten nails were manicured so that there were no fine white edges. , the left ring finger is a little red at the joint due to over-trimming.

"With your long fingers, you shouldn't be a luthier, but you should play the piano." Tang Yun stretched out her hand to touch Jane Lai's thin fingers and said.

After being touched, Jane Lai obviously dodged back, and Tang Yun stopped what she was doing and stood there in a daze.

"You hate me that much?" Tang Yun adjusted her expression and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"That's not what it means." Jane Lai stretched out her hands and scratched the thin quilt covering her body as if she didn't know where to put them.

"Really? What does that mean? Since I entered the house, you have been avoiding me and ignoring me. You said you don't hate me? Is it possible? Good! I want to see how you can prove this kind of lie? " Tang Yun looked at Jian Lai with a serious expression as if she had been greatly wronged, and she confessed all the neglect she had received in the past few weeks with a trembling voice.

Jane Lai poked her head out from the bed like a nest of migratory birds, staring blankly at Tang Yun who was still standing on the ladder with red eyes and tears that were about to burst out of her eyes.

That long kiss fell with Jane Lai's messy long hair, as natural as fallen leaves falling and flowing water.

That kiss was warm and clean, without the slightest desire to express it. It made people feel that they were being held in the palm of their hands and cherished. It made people feel that they had been deeply understood, and the sense of security permeated every inch of their body, so that Tang Yun I still miss it so many years later.

"Can friends kiss?" Tang Yun lit a cigarette and asked Lin Ling beside her.

"Huh?" Lin Ling looked at Tang Yun with wide eyes and raised eyebrows in surprise.

"Would you just kiss me because you didn't bother to explain some misunderstandings? In order to resolve the embarrassment and avoid rebuttals, you simply give a kiss directly... That kiss has nothing to do with lust... It seems to be a helpless comfort." Tang Yun asked Slowly remembering in the smell of tobacco with a straight face.

"I don't know, let's try." Lin Ling leaned over with a smile.

Tang Yun didn't expect Lin Ling to be so unrestrained and hastily leaned back to avoid it.

"You, coward, talk about everything." Lin Ling patted the table as expected, shook his head and laughed.

Tang Yun blushed and lowered her head to touch her lips, as if feeling the warm and clean taste again.