Pavlov and the White Moonlight

I didn’t wake up until it was bright the next day. I had a unique feeling after a hangover. Listening to things and seeing things always seemed to be separated by a layer of transparent glue, which made people not want to get up.I closed my eyes and reached for the phone, squinted and pressed it, and the screen turned on.

I stared at the call record on the screen for a while, then remembered last night, howled and covered my face.

It's too fucking outrageous, what kind of human suffering is this.

Wen Ruixiu, I, Tang Shuhe drank a Mobius relay wine, and then I confessed my home address without saying anything, and I tried to reveal that the property in this shabby neighborhood was extremely poor, and then I Then I began to scold Tang Shuhe, I said that I was still a virgin when we were together, and after eight years, I have become a mother without pain, idiot.

Good for you.Lu Huai.

I shook my brain and tried to think about it. After I finished saying that sentence... no, I didn't seem to give him a chance to speak completely. After I finished speaking, I missed him so much, my mouth twitched like a fucking tractor Chu Chu kept talking, I... I will think about it later, what did I say.

oh.I kept saying, Tang Shuhe, did you lower your head for me? I can't fucking control myself, why, why, why, why... I seemed to sing a few lines while talking.

I didn't even have the strength to swear, so I calmly and slowly pulled up the quilt, planning to bury myself on the spot.

I said Tang Shuhe, if you didn't come to me, I would never ask you in my life, but I have to ask you when you look back, why?Since you are willing to turn around now, I shouldn't have disgusted you to such an extent, you have to tell me why!I can't get another slap in the face so vaguely!I'm fucking scared!

I don't seem to have heard his answer.He only choked up and said that Lu Huai is sorry, I will be fine, and I will be fine soon.

I yelled back, Tang Shuhe, don't say sorry, what I fear most in my fucking life is that you say sorry.

A particularly frustrating thing.I sighed and swiped my phone. Sure enough, Tang Shuhe sent me a message at nine o'clock in the morning.

"are you awake?"

He said: "It doesn't count if you were drunk last night. Today I plan to start looking for a house. If you really don't want me to live in Boya Family, just send me a message."

With a splitting headache, I threw my phone on the bed.

Wen Ruixiu got drunk and contacted me again. He said, Mr. Lu, is your frame still undecided, or let's talk again.I said yes, but drinking is not about talking about things, and talking about things is not about drinking. He laughed and said what to drink, let's have coffee.

I remembered drinking coffee with Tang Shuhe yesterday, and my stomach was still bitter, so I said forget it, come to my house, and I will cook two dishes for you.

Wen Ruixiu is a simple person, especially in love with his head, dancing with his hands and feet whenever he talks about something, leaning against the kitchen door, gesticulating with me in the steaming mist of oil fumes: "I want to do that kind of immersive, from dancers to actors Both, I watched several venues a few days ago, you know that the lighting and sound are not placed behind the audience, and the stage is made transparent on all sides, that is, immersive..."

I said, "Well. It mainly depends on your scheduling."

He said: "You can also play in your notebook."

I said of course, then put the dishes on the plate, and said: "Single cooking skills, barely enough to eat, you try it."

Wen Ruixiu was not polite at all: "It's okay, if it tastes bad, I'll just eat the canned fruit I bought."

"Damn," I smiled, "you should have a taste."

He didn't answer, and said: "I saw Pu Songling a few days ago, and I felt something."

I said, "You used Pu Songling as the script? Can Ghost Fox do it now?"

He smiled: "It depends on how the screenwriter manages. Besides, I don't use that as a script. I just want to... present a meaning that tries to dispel people in the whole play, but it can't escape, between privacy and exposure. The feeling of tearing, so I don’t want to talk about people, let’s talk about ghosts, you understand what I mean?”

"...OK," I said, "but Director Wen, let's talk in human terms, okay."

Wen Ruixiu clicked his tongue, stirred back and forth in the canned fruit jar with a spoon, and asked abruptly, "Do you think... love can pierce fear?"

I was cleaning the pan, paused, and asked, "Why use 'puncture'?"

"Because it only needs to be 'punctured' and there is no need to overcome it. I think fear, like love, can never be overcome."

I didn't speak.

Wen Ruixiu leaned over and said, "I seem to have pierced the missing part of your eye now."

"I beg you," I said, "let's talk normal."

He said, "What are you sad about?"

I poured out the pan and said, "I don't think love can pierce fear."

He said why.

I do not speak.

He stopped asking, looked at me very seriously and said, "Then write it as you think. If I ask someone else to write a book, I might say a big box, but you can let it go. I just said, I want Talk about the soul, talk about fear, talk about love, and write the rest."

"Thank you," I wiped my hands. "You can eat it now. I just tasted the food. It's okay. Don't just stick to your canned fruit."

Wen Ruixiu didn't leave when he was full. He slumped on the sofa and licked the dog. I sighed in the kitchen. This guy really didn't touch his fingers. When he ate at someone's house, he didn't even help wash the dishes after eating.Wen Ruixiu shook Lu Bowen's two paws and said to it, "Which cute little pig farm are you, ah, why did your father make you so fat..."

My cell phone rings.I glanced at the caller ID and walked out to the balcony with my phone in hand.

"That... I found a house." Tang Shuhe said.

"...um." I said.

Tang Shuhe said: "I...I also raised a puppy."

I paused and said, "What kind?"

He said, "Corky."

I smiled: "Oh."

He also smiled: "You...do you want to come and see?"

I glanced at Wen Ruixiu and said, "I have something to do now, let's wait another day."

"...Oh. I won't bother you then." He said softly, "Go ahead."

Wen Ruixiu petted the dog at my house for a while, ate fruit for a while, and read my book for a while. When it was dusk, he said he had something to do at night and left first. Only then did we find out that it was raining outside.Wen Ruixiu didn't bring an umbrella, so I took two umbrellas to send him off.When I walked to the security booth, the security guard greeted me: "Let's go?"

"Send it to a friend," I said, "Master, are there any new residents these days?"

"A young man just moved in today, very polite." Uncle Security said while gesticulating, "Just carrying such a big small bag."

That luggage is really not much.I nod.Uncle Security said, "You know him?"

I thought about it and said, "Yeah."

Wen Ruixiu and I stood side by side with an umbrella and waited for his taxi. After a while, the car that picked him up arrived. He sat in the car, suddenly smiled, and said, "Although I said I was joking to make you an experienced person, But there's nothing wrong with meeting love."

I froze for a moment, he laughed, waved his hand, and left.

I shuffled back.It's getting dark, and the air is cool when the lights are on. If it's not raining, it's actually quite suitable for walking blog posts. I thought aimlessly. Speaking of dogs, Tang Shuhe actually likes big-ass puppies like corgis. I thought He will have a border collie Great Dane or a fine dog if he wants to...

I was in a trance for a moment, suspecting that I was wrong.

Standing alone in the dark, wearing a long windbreaker coat, his arms are bulging, he should be holding something, standing in the rain like a water ghost, without an umbrella.

I was puzzled, and whispered: "...Tang Shuhe?"

He moved, walked slowly in response, smiled stiffly, wiped the rain from his face, and said softly: "You, you are at home."

... I didn't know what to say, and only then did I realize that what he was holding in his arms was the Corgi he was talking about today. The dog was nestled in his arms, wrapped in his long coat, and saw a stranger Getting closer, he timidly burrowed under his arm, revealing half of his buttocks.

When he saw me looking at his dog, he explained eagerly: "I packed up my things and saw that it wanted to go out to play all the time, so I wanted to take it for a walk. It rained halfway..."

"Why stand there, the rain won't pour you over there?" I said.

He was silent for a while, then said, "I saw you."

His expression was dark and silent in the evening rain, and his amber eyes seemed to be wet by the rain, drooping heavily.I knew he was mistaken.I know that he saw me who clearly claimed that I had something to do but walked out of my home with a person. That person may be a friend or not. He didn't ask, and he couldn't ask.

I felt very, very tired at the moment, tired and overwhelmed.I handed him my umbrella and said, "Hurry up and go home."

He froze for a moment, then pushed back the umbrella: "I have a coat..." He stopped pushing halfway, and held the handle of the umbrella as if he suddenly remembered something, and said, "Why don't you take me home ?”

I:"……"

He tightened his coat again, stuffed Corgi's butt in, and said, "It's a bit cold."

"Hurry up and go home when you're cold," I stuffed the umbrella into his hand, "If you don't catch a cold, the dog will catch a cold."

He grabbed my cuff and in a hurry, called my name: "Lu Huai!"

The clean and fluffy hair on his forehead was stuck to his sideburns by the rain, and he looked a little pitiful. He said: "You said it on the phone yesterday, you said it all..."

"I mean, I remember it all, so I'll give you the umbrella now, let me go," I felt like the rain was about to wash me off, and I said, "You just let me go, really."

He froze, wanted to say something, and opened his mouth in a daze.I couldn't stand it any longer, so I turned around and left.I was very, very annoyed, I touched his fingertips just now when I was tugging, annoyed why his fingertips were so cold, I was so annoyed that I cared so much whether his fingertips were cold or not.

After I got home, I saw Tang Shuhe's message: "Are you home? Change your wet clothes quickly and drink something warm."

In fact, after we separated from him, it was my house just around the corner. My clothes didn’t get much wet. I was drying my hair when he sent another message.

He sent me a photo of Corgi eating the kennel, with the caption: "The puppy doesn't have a cold."

He added: "Because someone sent the puppy home."

Depend on.I was so angry and wanted to laugh, I deleted the halfway through "You also change into dry clothes" and said, "Who did you learn this from!"

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