just in time

Yun Fang seemed to have had a very long dream.

The people in the dream were blurred, but the voice of the voice was very clear.

"What name should I give the child?" came a calm man's voice.

"Why don't we call it Tangtang." It was a gentle female voice.

"Tangtang? Okay, let's call him Tangtang. I hope that our son will be like Tang in the future, sweet and always happy."

"Really, Tangtang?"

"Tangtang, hello Tangtang, I'm daddy, my daddy's name is Yunheyu, you're Yuntangtang."

"This is my mother, named Tang Yi, who gave birth to you after a lot of hard work, call me mother."

"He didn't even open his eyes and called what mother, come, let me hug Tangtang."

"Oh, you should lie down and have a good rest, right, Tangtang?"

"Candy..."

"Candy?"

"Tangtang! Tangtang!"

Someone kept calling his name in his ear, from doubt to haste, and finally became heart-piercing.

He finally felt sad.

The sound of electric current buzzing in my ears, I suddenly felt a pain in my neck, I opened my eyes with difficulty, took a deep breath, and stared at the chandelier on the ceiling for a long time without regaining my senses.

The sound of the news broadcast on the TV reached his ears like this:

"Hello, audience friends, today is October 2, 10×××..."

Yun Fang frowned slowly, thinking that he was still dreaming.

I just don't understand why I dream of 20 years later.

"Boy, are you awake?" A rough voice suddenly sounded in his ears, with a hint of impoliteness.

Yun Fang frowned. The back of his neck and head hurt badly. He got up from the sofa and stared blankly at the strange man in front of him.

The person sitting on the sofa looked to be only 23 or [-] years old, with an overly beautiful face, a pair of sparkling peach blossom eyes slightly raised, slumped lazily on the sofa, with half-length hair hanging down, and a smirk in his mouth. With a cigarette in his mouth, the face that can be called a beauty is very inconsistent with his mouth, "Then I will fucking watch you gouging out your eyeballs to drink."

Yun Fang frowned, "Who are you?"

"You fucking came into my house in the middle of the night and still dare to ask who I am!?" The man looked at him in disbelief.

Yun Fang couldn't hear it, so he pinched his palm hard, it hurt.

Not dreaming.

Immediately afterwards, he discovered something was wrong. Although the hand looked about the same size as his now, it was obviously not his hand.

"You seem to be in high school, so why do you do all these sneaky things?" The man puffed out a cigarette, "For your young age, get out!"

Yun Fang opened his mouth, and an unfamiliar voice said, "Where is this?"

"My house." The other party stood up and stared at him condescendingly, "Either you leave now, or I will call the police."

Yun Fang was blasted out.

In the middle of the night, he was only wearing a thin half-sleeve. Before changing it, he was wearing a thick sweater this season.

He was so cold that he sneezed. He searched all over his pockets and found only ten yuan and an ID card.

Yun Fang looked at the strange face on the ID card in astonishment. Although it was an ID card, the face was still pretty good-looking, but the expression he looked at the camera was not very kind, and there was a hostility in his eyebrows and eyes.

The date on it shows that this person named Yang Luo is eighteen years old this year, and there is his household registration address on it.

It took Yun Fang a long time to digest the fact that he had become another person and came 20 years later, but what surprised him even more was that there is no Wucheng in the S province here.

"How could the map be wrong? I've been in Province S for almost 50 years, and I've never heard of Wucheng!" the uncle who was asked was very dissatisfied.

Yun Fang had no choice but to find Yang Luo's household registration address.

"The house was sold long ago. His father was addicted to gambling. He sold the house to pay off his gambling debts. As a result, his wife remarried and jumped to his death!" The neighbor looked at him suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Yun Fang frowned.

After a few days, he finally figured out his current identity. He was just an adult, his father jumped off a building, his mother married far away, no relatives, only a junior high school education, no place to live, no job, no savings, he probably found that person's house that day Got caught stealing.

Standing by the river in the park, he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or sigh.

Resurrection from the dead really challenged his cognition.

He found a bench and sat down, unwrapping the bag of bread in his hand.

In the past few days, he has found a day-end temporary worker, so he won't be hungry, so he goes to sleep in the small room of the bank's ATM at night.

He gnawed at the bread slowly, choking a little, thinking about what he should do next.

This is a completely different new world. Some parts are similar to his past world, but it is not the same after all.

He looked at the calm lake, lost in thought.

Maybe jumping off is a good choice.

"Hey! Boy! What are you doing?" A familiar voice came from behind him, and then he was pulled back by the collar.

He came back to his senses suddenly and found that he was only one step away from the lake.

He turned around and saw the overly handsome man that night.

His half-long hair was tied into a ball, and he was holding a paintbrush in the other hand. His face was full of impatience. His army green pants were stained with paint, and there was a drawing board not far away.

Looks like a painter.

My temper is still very bad.

Yun Fang stared at him blankly.

Duan Feng snapped his fingers in front of him, and said bluntly: "Jump into the river for another one, I haven't finished drawing yet!"

Yun Fang: "..."

He sat on the bench behind Duan Feng's drawing board and continued to eat bread, watching him draw.

Yun Fang wondered at those messy lines and strange colors, which couldn't be said to be exactly the same as the river in front of him, but had nothing to do with it.

Duan Feng has been painting for a long time, as long as he has been painting, Yun Fang sat behind him and watched for a long time.

It was already dark, and Duan Feng began to pack his painting tools.

Yun Fang sat on the bench and ate the last bite of bread.

Duan Feng looked at him with the drawing board behind his back, "Boy, are you not going home?"

Yun Fang carefully folded the bread bag in his hand into a square, and said, "I don't have a home anymore."

Yun Heyu and Tang Yi are not in this world, because of his selfishness and willfulness, he is already homeless.

Duan Feng clicked his tongue, turned around mercilessly and left, turned around and pointed at him halfway, threatening: "You are not allowed to dance at night, I haven't finished drawing today, I don't want to see the cordon around here!"

Yun Fang couldn't help laughing, "Okay."

Duan Feng quickly disappeared from his field of vision.

Yun Fang thought back on Duan Feng's paintings, and felt that the paintings were actually the same wherever he went, after all, he couldn't even tell that it was a river.

But since he promised the other party, he won't break his promise.

Let him finish this painting.Yun Fang thought.

At noon the next day, Duan Feng appeared by the river again with his drawing board on his back.

Yun Fang changed to a different flavor of bread, and continued to eat slowly, watching Duan Feng's paintings while eating.

Duan Feng changed into a pair of ripped jeans today. The weather in late autumn and early winter exposed his knees, and Yunfang looked cold. With the money he saved for a few days, he could not only eat another flavor of bread, but also bought himself a warm The clothes, though dusty and ugly, were warm.

The next evening, Yun Fang asked him, "Have you finished painting yet?"

"No!" Duan Feng glared at him, "I want to sell this painting for money, cutting off a person's fortune is like killing a person's parents, you fucking be careful!"

On the third day, Yun Fang was not only eating bread, there was an extra bottle of milk on the chair.

Duan Feng said unhappily: "The milk at home is about to expire, so I have to throw it away anyway."

"Thank you." Yun Fang smiled at him.

Duan Feng snorted coldly, turned his head and continued painting.

He sat on the drawing bench, and occasionally raised his head to look at the calm lake and the distant woods. The hair tied behind his head was a bit messy, and his perfect side face was covered with a light golden halo in the sun. Just sitting here is as beautiful as a painting——

If he doesn't speak up.

This time, without waiting for Yun Fang to speak, he said directly, "I haven't finished the painting yet."

"Okay." Yun Fang thought, he can actually change a river.

"Do you like dried cranberries or raisins for egg tarts?" Duan Feng asked him.

"Cranberry." Yun Fang replied subconsciously.

"I'll bring it to you tomorrow." After Duan Feng finished speaking, without explaining to him, he walked away gracefully with the drawing board on his back.

Yun Fang folded the bread bag into a square, thinking, then I will wait another day.

On the fourth day, Duan Feng brought him four small egg tarts with dried cranberries and a bottle of milk. Without saying anything, he set up the drawing board and started drawing.

Yun Fang ate a slightly sweet egg tart and drank a whole bottle of milk.

And still didn't understand Duan Feng's painting.

"Is your painting really bought?" Yun Fang couldn't help asking him.

Duan Feng sneered: "A piece of my painting is worth 80 yuan, otherwise you could find it in my villa?"

Yun Fang choked, and when he looked at the weird and messy painting again, he suddenly felt full of noble artistic atmosphere.

On the fifth day, Yun Fang ate the steaming barbecue, drank the stale orange juice from Duan Feng, and watched him smear on the canvas.

"Boy, what's your name?" Duan Feng suddenly asked him while drawing.

"Yun Fang." Yun Fang said.

Duan Feng laughed, "It's quite tasty."

"The taste of barbecue." Yun Fang couldn't understand his artistic atmosphere, but thought that the barbecue tasted good.

"How many days will you have to paint this one?" Yun Fang asked him.

"You don't care if I have to draw for a few days!" Duan Feng stared at him unceremoniously, "Do you know how much this meat you ate? It was made by a five-star chef, if I dare to waste a mouthful, I will throw you into the river!"

Cannibals are short-tempered, so Yun Fang no longer asks this question.

Later, Duan Feng painted the painting that took the longest time in his life, and it was also the only painting he could not sell.

The painting was hung in the most conspicuous place in the living room.

Later, someone interviewed him and talked about his partner, who was said to be the youngest academician in the Academy of Sciences, and asked Duan Feng to talk about their love process.

Duan Feng pointed to the wall behind him.

"Because of him, I ruined a painting worth 80 yuan."