Yamaishi

Li Fangqian's mother is beautiful, this is Shen Zhuoqing's first impression.

The dormitory was almost cleaned up, Li Fangqian called Shen Zhuoqing to sit down, the tables, chairs, cabinets, and bed rails were all washed with water, the windows were bright and clean, even the dying pot of chrysanthemums was alive when he came last time.

Ruan Linlin was wearing a very fashionable coat, a pair of flared trousers almost mopping the floor, and her high-heeled shoes slapping her heels with the shaking of her right foot.Sitting on the small square stool, her back is straight, like a swan, and she can't tell her age at all.

Shen Zhuoqing said hello, then sat down by the bed, looked at Li Fangqian's luggage, and asked, "When are you leaving?"

"Leave after eating." Li Fangqian was taking the rope to pack, suddenly remembered that he hadn't brought the quilt yet, slapped his head in frustration, and walked to the place where he sat quietly.

"Oh, my memory! Zhuoqing, turn around a little, I forgot to take the quilt."

Shen Zhuoqing was about to get up, when Ruan Linlin suddenly stood up, took the luggage and counted it: "Go there and buy it, you won't need it with so much, don't you want to carry four or five bags to the United States - by the way , You must not share these things with those messy girls outside, I don’t want a foreign daughter-in-law, you can honestly find a domestic girl for me, do you hear me?”

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the bed, and said: "Pay attention to personal hygiene after you go there. Look at the mess in the dormitory before I came. How many times have I told you not to sit on the bed while wearing a coat, and the balcony is too messy. To be cleaned on time..."

When Shen Zhuoqing heard the words "coat", she stood up uncomfortably, and patted the dust on the bed sheet with her hands.

"Mom, I see." Li Fangqian still tied the quilt into a ball and put it together with the luggage, and smiled at the bed after finishing his work, "Zhuoqing, when are you leaving?"

"Go home and stay with my parents for a few weeks, and leave on the fifth of next month."

"Zhuoqing is going abroad too?" Ruan Linlin felt aggrieved when she heard this, "I keep hearing Fang Qian mentioning you. You are so sensible, and you know how to go home to spend time with your parents. The next home—"

Li Fangqian interrupted with a smile: "Mom, it seems that you are not in a hurry to hurry, why don't you keep talking and I'll go eat first?"

Ruan Linlin patted her son reproachfully.

"The majors are different." Shen Zhuoqing also stood up and walked the two of them to the door, "Then, see you next month."

During the few weeks at home, Shen Zhuoqing learned simple sewing. Scarves and sweaters are well knitted, and she can also help with small tasks.

After Wang Xia was laid off, she set up a small shop to sew clothes for others. Therefore, Shen Zhuoqing was finally able to get rid of some old clothes that were deformed by washing, and picked out some unsalable outdated styles from the overstocked warehouse and put them into boxes. .

There is no airport near my home, so I can only take a bus to the city first.In order to save the few dollars of travel expenses, Wang Xia tied the parcel tightly and let Shen Zhuoqing go on the road by herself.The road was pitch black except for the roar of the bus engine.

Shen Zhuoqing was carrying big and small bags, and he couldn't see the light in the road ahead, but he felt that he had grown a pair of wings, flew out of the window, and looked at the lights of Wanjia.He is about to fly for the first time in his life, and he is about to really overlook the whole city from the clouds.

Shen Zhuoqing stretched out his hand to hold his heart, and the sound of thumping passed through the palm of his hand to his ears.

The plane roared into the sky.It was night at this time, and there was no cloud at all, but Shen Zhuoqing touched the window with his hand, and it seemed as if balls of white cotton jumped out of his fingertips, wrapping him, supporting him, and leading him away from this world of fish and dragons.

The feeling of weightlessness can be so blissful.

At that time, it was catching up with the delay in foggy weather, landing, and it was late at night.Shen Zhuoqing was a little airsick, and when his feet were on the floor, he couldn't stand stably.

The people coming and going were no longer the familiar appearance, but they were not as blond and blue-eyed as they were in my impression.Shen Zhuoqing rubbed her legs, and found familiar eyes in the crowd.

Li Fangqian learned of the landing time from the letter, but failed to communicate the delay in time, and waited three hours at Auckland Airport before receiving someone.Seeing Shen Zhuoqing coming out, he hurried up to meet him.

"The fog is too heavy, have you waited long?" Shen Zhuoqing was very sorry.

Li Fangqian checked the tram route in advance, and there was almost no delay from checking to transferring.After getting in the car, he supported the luggage with one hand to prevent it from slipping, and protected Shen Zhuoqing with the other: "Why are you polite, it's only been a month since we last met?"

Because the next day was Sunday, Shen Zhuoqing was able to take a breather before going to school.

The roommate went to the concert, Li Fangqian took Shen Zhuoqing directly to his dormitory, helped him check his luggage, and asked: "You can't go to the dormitory tomorrow, and you can't pack it up, why don't you go out for a stroll?"

Shen Zhuo nodded, but his eyes were on the globe on Li Fangqian's desk.It was twice as big as what he usually saw, and it was full of horizontal and vertical lines and symbols he couldn't understand.There was a Pulp Fiction poster on the desk.

"It belongs to my roommate." Li Fangqian thought he was looking at the poster, and explained, "A white man, a fanatic Quentin fan. Next time, I will ask him to invite you to go to the movies together."

As he said that, Li Fangqian helped him sort the daily necessities one by one, and put them in a stronger package; seeing that he didn't bring soap, he quietly went to the bathroom to get a new one and stuffed it into the bag.

Shen Zhuoqing saw all this from the corner of his eye, and suddenly the image of Li Fangqian handing over the towel at the beginning of freshman year appeared in his mind.

This is a man who can never take his eyes off him.

Sunlight passes through the hall, through the white curtains, and casts translucent projections.

At this moment, Shen Zhuoqing had an illusion that the little bit of confusion and fear before leaving home melted into the wind blowing the curtain.

Of course, illusions can only be illusions.The real life in a foreign country still gave Shen Zhuoqing a slap in the face.

Shen Zhuoqing thinks that her English is not bad, and her language performance is also at the top.But at this moment, Shen Zhuoqing stared blankly at the passionate theater history teacher on the stage. Countless syllables jumped into his right ear at a speed of 80 words per minute. It squeezed in from the left ear.

These words became a mess in my mind, but this Professor Ryan prefers a more dramatic way of interaction, and will have friendly eye contact or verbal communication with the audience every 10 minutes.

Shen Zhuoqing had no choice but to put on a knowing look, grasping a few turning words he could understand from time to time, and responding with a smile, a nod or a shake of his head.Sincerely, very curious.

I'm afraid this class is not "drama writing", but "basics of performing arts".

The chatting time after class is a test of acting skills.Shen Zhuoqing felt that his vocabulary seemed to go back ten years overnight, and he always kept a decent smile, and Pardon became the most frequently used word.

Shen Zhuoqing, exhausted physically and mentally, went to the Bay Area again - the bus line from Los Angeles to the Bay Area is probably the most familiar route recently.

Li Fangqian quietly listened to Shen Zhuoqing's complaint, with a faint smile, his expression was very strange.

"What are you laughing at?" Shen Zhuoqing wailed and laid down on the table, weakly turning the globe, "I've been thinking recently whether my language test is so high because I've passed it."

Li Fangqian laughed, took out a cassette player from the drawer, and handed it to Shen Zhuoqing: "Of course the exam is different from the daily communication. I was even more exaggerated than you when I first came——our professor is Irish, and the program The class is almost entirely terminology."

"..."

Hearing the words, Shen Zhuoqing instantly looked at him with sympathetic eyes, and patted his back seriously: "Then you have worked hard."

"So, I just recorded the content of the class. Concentrate on listening to the class, and skip to the next part if you don't understand. When you go back to the dormitory, go back and listen again and again." Li Fangqian pointed to the iron box and continued. :

"Actually, they chat casually after class. It's normal for us to have some slang that we haven't heard. You just need to tell them the truth that you're not quite used to the language environment here. Just ask them to slow down or explain the slang to you. "

"Some fashionable things may be our blind spots. This cassette player can also listen to the radio. I usually listen to the news for half an hour after sorting out the class notes for the day."

Li Fangqian said, putting the iron box into Shen Zhuoqing's bag.

"So omnipotent?" Shen Zhuoqing fiddled with it curiously, trying to press the keys one by one in the instruction manual, "But, you lent it to me, what do you use?"

"Your senior brother is very talented, and now all these troubles have been solved."

Where is what talent is good.Li Fangqian couldn't help shivering when he thought of the days when he only slept for three hours a day when he first came here.

With the help of technology, Shen Zhuo got up early and worked late at night, and finally managed to grasp the essence of the professor's speech. Recalling the wrong responses he gave in class before, he always wanted to bite his tongue off.

Of course, it is impossible to bite the tongue, and he has to work part-time to provide for his life.

The next few months can be described as dire straits. In addition to listening to recordings and practicing listening, the heavy task of writing scripts was also overwhelming.

It is not easy to write highly literary sentences in a non-native language. Shen Zhuoqing always writes them in Chinese first, and then compares them with the translation.

Perhaps it is because he is too proficient in using Chinese, and some artistic conceptions are difficult to translate, either there are grammatical problems, or the words do not convey the meaning.

Therefore, although there are still public phones available, Shen Zhuoqing's frequency of calling home has dropped to once a month, while the number of contacts with Li Fangqian has skyrocketed.

Because Li Fangqian has a mobile phone.The Nokia 6150 can store 8 Chinese text messages and can answer and call anytime and anywhere, which surprised Shen Zhuoqing for a long time.He can often hear the sound of the BP machine in the class. The first time he touched a mobile phone, he watched Li Fangqian call back.

Therefore, in addition to contacting his family, Li Fangqian added another task to the call: helping Shen Zhuoqing to read through his homework.Although Li Fangqian doesn't know much about lettering and elegance, he is very sensitive to grammar and vocabulary.In return, Shen Zhuoqing would often stay up late to help him look up the documents to be used the next day, marking out the terms and the meaning of long and difficult sentences.

Because of these miscellaneous things, plus the fact that Shen Zhuo had to work part-time when he was free, although the two corresponded frequently, it was already Christmas Eve when they met again.

Li Fangqian can often read about Christmas in foreign classics, such as snowy skies and gray buildings, usually accompanied by a series of romantic events such as revolution, marriage proposal, and elopement.

Special days come with violent conflicts.Just like in Chinese opera, countless families are separated on the Mid-Autumn Festival, and countless couples cry bitterly.

Li Fangqian thought that if people around him were to write, there would be no such cruel and bitter plots.

The street lights in Battery Park came on one after another, and there was no snow or buildings.

Since going abroad, this is Shen Zhuoqing's first visit to a place other than California, and it is also a place he wanted to set foot a long time ago.

Li Fangqian stood beside him.

A broad road runs north from the park, out from 41st Street.On this road, countless Hollywood superstars are rising, and playwrights and composers gather here to experiment with long-dialogue one-man shows or rock-and-roll fusion classical musicals.There will always be an audience to pay the bill, and there is no fear of being out of the ordinary and creative here.

Shen Zhuoqing trotted all the way, the street lights receded rapidly, and the "Silent Night" that could be heard everywhere was changed due to the wind speed.

The wind is cold, the blood is hot.

The bursts of applause from the theater were the encore that could not stop at the curtain call, the neighing of rock music, the resounding chanting, and the weeping aria.

Shen Zhuoqing ran to a theater and stopped, because of inertia, he staggered a few times, his chest heaved up and down with his panting, he didn't know if it was because of excitement or running.

"It's here!"

Shen Zhuoqing turned his head and shouted at Li Fangqian who was trotting after him.

In fact, Li Fangqian's speed is very fast, but Shen Zhuoqing seems to have seen a set of beautiful slow motion:

The visitor's padded jacket was open, revealing a shirt and black trousers.The bangs were blown to the top of the head by the wind, and Li Fangqian, who exposed his forehead, looked very young, but the thick black-rimmed glasses suppressed the frivolity.The most striking thing is the pair of eyes, hiding behind the lens, but absorbing the lights of the street.

The visitor had a smile on his brow, but Shen Zhuoqing could read emotions other than excitement and joy, which seemed to be a glimmer of expectation.

Yes, look forward to it.

Shen Zhuoqing stood in front of the theater where Wumei thought of clothes, and she could see her radiant self in the eyes of others.

And this gaze also became the most powerful force in his later half life.