Maybe in the dark

Lin Qiao was wearing a large turtleneck sweater, and since he hadn't washed his hair for a long time, his hair was greasy in strands. His bangs were piled up in a mess, revealing his acne-prone forehead, and a pair of puffy eyes under his thick black eyebrows. Eyes, lifeless, dark, he stretched out his hand and touched his round face innocently, the little monster in the mirror also touched his face, he always dare not look carefully in the mirror, and dare not take pictures, Once when going back to a scenic spot, Zhao Qianmin pointed the camera at him, and he was so frightened that he screamed in public.

"Let's go for a walk." Zhao Qianmin was washing the dishes. She repeated this sentence several times every day like a scripture. "Spring will come soon."

The little boy strolled back and forth along the wall alone, and recited to the green vines in the cracks in the cement wall, "It's painful to learn from the pain, what is the pain?" Whenever he rubbed shoulders with strangers, he would stare at his toes in fear. People of the same age in groups of twos and threes would have to avoid them even more.The two seeds of humbleness and sorrow germinated in his flesh and blood, and he savagely attacked the city and conquered the land, covering the sky with his teeth and claws, but the cowardly he didn't want to do anything.

The sky is about to end at the end of the long street, and the cool night breeze in the town is still somewhat cool. There is a delicate melody flowing in the wind. Someone is playing the piano. Lin Qiao thought, it’s really good. He came here along with the music. A piano shop, looking inside, the decoration is exquisite, there are guitars, ukuleles, and violins hanging on the walls, Ruan in the corner looks like a tangled face, Lin Qiao laughed amused by that expression, He smiled and saw his face through the glass door, and the smile disappeared suddenly.

There are many people in the piano store today. He wants to see what the person playing the piano looks like, but he is a little disappointed when he finds the source of the sound. He is wearing a peaked cap and a mask. , Pentium, contains the power of vigorous life.Lin Qiao suddenly realized that this was the first time he had concentrated his attention for such a long time. The smooth music washed over his heart gently like warm water, and all impetuous and violent things gradually subsided. It feels gentle and wonderful.

His tears slid down his cheeks, and the marks were a bit uncomfortable when they dried.

When he was in Hanxiao, young master Lin was proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and wanted to make jokes, but now he can't afford any piano, but he has developed a great interest in music.

When wrapped in the melody, he felt a quiet peace of mind.

There was a commotion in the piano store. The man playing the piano was standing and arguing with someone. He pointed at Lin Qiao, and the people next to him finally compromised. Seeing him walking towards the door, Lin Qiao turned around and ran away in fright.

"Hey! Little Fatty!"

call me?Lin Qiao felt a little angry and powerless, so he was already so fat, alas, if you are fat, you must be fat.He turned around sadly, and the man playing the piano had already taken off his mask, Lin Qiao stared at him, his face flushed a little, hot tears flowed down again, he shouted excitedly: "Gu Sheng! Fuck! You are Gu Sheng!"

The man pressed his shoulder: "Don't bark."

"Wow! It's really Gu Sheng! I, I bought all your books from 12 years ago! I bought booklets, collections, and comics! And magazines!" Lin Qiao was still muttering to himself, feeling great ecstasy Come to think of it, when he was a child, he fantasized about meeting with him a thousand times, signing parties, premieres, or other places, but he never thought that it would be so sudden, "I also collected your endorsement stationery and bookmarks!"

Gu Sheng is a brilliant writer of the new generation. He criticizes current abuses with harsh words but is also gentle and affectionate. In recent years, he has gradually focused on the development of film and television adaptations. This is the most brilliant chapter in Lin Xiaogong's flashy dream. He also participated in the show organized by Gu Sheng The Literary Rising Star Contest, but what followed was endless ups and downs.

Lin Qiao suddenly woke up, he couldn't help covering his face, and took two steps back, it shouldn't be like this, how could he let his idol see himself like this.

Gu Sheng pulled his hand away, looked at him suspiciously, and hesitated to speak: "How can you cry so much?"

"You just recognized me, so why did you cry when I played the piano?"

Lin Qiao lowered his head and said nothing, feeling sore and aching in his heart, he didn't want any autographs or group photos, he just wanted to run away immediately.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Gu Sheng had no choice but to find the steps by himself: "Could it be because I play too well?" In fact, he only knows a few piano pieces, and he has to force himself to play every time.

Lin Qiao could only nod his head.

"Aren't you supposed to be in Hanxiao? I know your company is in Hanxiao. What are you doing here?" This remote and backward town.

"There are no paparazzi here, I'm here to buy handicrafts." That's about the same, Lin Qiao thought, the handicrafts here are famous all over the country.

His companion began to hurry. "The assistant is always annoying, like a reminder." Lin Qiao laughed again.

Gu Sheng seemed to be puzzled by his moodiness, he reminded: "You can't tell others that I'm here, you know?" He originally thought he was just an ordinary fan, a little boy, fat and stupid, but he didn't understand Why did the expression on this kid's face shatter in an instant, and why did he always burst into tears.

So Gu Sheng waved to the urging assistant, bent down patiently and said to him: "You were standing at the door laughing, why did you suddenly, what did you think of?"

Lin Qiao saw the tall man standing in the evening wind and bowing his head patiently saying something to him. His handsome face had been seen countless times on posters and on TV.Behind him is a neat and low house. The last few orange rays of light before the sunset make him feel the beauty of the quiet time in a trance. This long-lost faint feeling lingers in his heart, as if many things in life are as light as paper Like a piece, it can be blown away with the wind, leaving only the illusion in front of me, which I never dared to dream of.

"Is this a dream?" he said.

"What?" Gu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then sighed, he looked at his watch and said to Lin Qiao, "I really have to go."

"Goodbye, kid."

Lin Qiao knew that there was never anything that truly belonged to him, and he was used to abandoning his thoughts to avoid suffering, but this time, even if it was a horrible and cruel ending, even if it was another broken body and heart, even if he lost his heart. His lifespan made him die immediately in his prime, and he also wanted to do his best to touch the blazing brilliance.

What he yearned for with all his heart, a long-buried longing.

Gu Sheng.

After that person died, Shen Tianchang went to Ye Zhou's tomb again, and placed a newly bought bouquet for him. The boy in the photo had a beautiful smile, just like in memory, with a pointed chin, red lips and white teeth, dancing Most of the boys here are in good shape.

This new tomb was bought by Shen Tianchang, and Ye Zhou's parents were in tears and regarded him as their second son.What happened back then was nothing at all, too many reasons were involved, and even the murderer couldn't be caught.

I don't know if he still loves dancing in his next life, but I hope he can be kind and happy.

Gu Sheng stood aside smoking a cigarette, looking at his face from time to time.

"I didn't cry." Shen Tianchang smiled helplessly.

"That's good, you cried when you were a child, and you cried for more than a week."

"You are enough." Shen Tianchang raised his hand to beat him.

After that person died, Shen Tian often received a blue box, which was originally mailed to the old store, and the addressee was Lin Qiao. Not knowing what the person next to him said, she blew out her cigarette butt and waved her hand, screaming: "What are you doing! My nephew is now a famous person! He is a top student at a key university! Your child has brain problems! Hurry up! Pay the money! Hurry up!" It was still the tune many years ago.

Lin Jing accompanied him squatting at the door of the store to tease the dog, Lin Jing teased, he watched, she beat her legs and stood up for a while: "By the way, brother, someone sent you something." She took out a boxy The box, "It's been here for a long time, it's too heavy, otherwise I'd take it all over for you, and it's not convenient to send a courier here."

Shen Tian often holds it in both hands, feeling dead.

After that person died, Shen Tian often received a blue box. After tearing open the black plastic packaging, Shen Tian often felt cold. The blue doraemon, that person likes blue the most. He tried his best not to think about it. Calmly open the box.

Inside the box were books, trinkets, pendants, necklaces, and four postcards.

Childish and neat notes, he stayed abroad for four years, struggled, and finally decided to forget Lin Qiao, and in the fourth year, he sent him a gift for the last time.

A four year birthday present.

You don't even need to look at him to know who it is.

After that person died...

Gu Sheng pushed the door in and wanted to hang up his suit jacket. After taking a look at Shen Tianchang, he threw the clothes on the sofa. He strode over and picked up Shen Tianchang: "What are you doing?"

Shen Tian often felt a little headache, he didn't want to talk, so he wanted to pull his hand away, his eyes were red.

"I asked you what's wrong?" Gu Sheng found the box on the table, picked up the postcard and looked at it, "Who sent this?"

Shen Tianchang said softly, "Jiang He."

Say the name, sticky, nauseous, dull pain.

Gu Sheng pierced him mercilessly, deep and ruthlessly, Shen Tianchang was amused by his childishness, pushed him while gasping lightly, frowning to endure the pain, trying to escape when the enemy was not prepared Open, but Gu Sheng won't let it go, he pressed his hands, squeezed his face and forced|forced him to look at each other: "You have a new life now, don't think about those things anymore, do you hear me? If you find out that you have made any dangerous moves," the man's eyes fixed on him, like a beast that is gnashing its teeth and sucking blood, trying to tear him apart, "you will die."

"Understood, it won't." "I'll throw that box away." "No need," Shen Tianchang looked at the chandelier on the ceiling, narrowed his eyes slightly under the dazzling light, and felt some sting|pain: "Let him go , it doesn't matter, the evil debt of the previous life."

"But you, can you take it easy?"

It was useless to protest, Shen Tianchang helplessly raised his face to accept his aggressive kiss, as well as the filling, bulging, but reassuring heat.

At the press conference, someone asked about Shen Tianchang's emotional status. The assistant said that the question was skipped, but he waved his hand to indicate that it was okay. Everyone looked at the young man smiling and approaching the microphone: "My love is God. Angel given."

The audience exploded. This was the first time he had disclosed his personal issues. Microphones of different lengths were stretched out in front of him: "Then how did you and your other half meet?"

"I got lost and he found me."

"Gu Sheng." "Huh?"

Shen Tianchang: "You are so kind, sometimes I am afraid that you are my imagination."

Gu Sheng touched his head, took a puff of smoke, his face was hidden in the smoke: "Fart." He said with a smile.