Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

Having made a decision, Tang Wuzhi was relieved a lot.He changed his shoes at the entrance, then moved to the study.

The slippers made a "click" sound when they touched the wooden floor.Entering the room, I saw a layer of green light reflected on the wall, with silhouettes of large and small potted plants superimposed on it, translucent and irregular in shape, and the color of the meridians was darker, as if someone used a charcoal pencil to draw on the wall. Draw a freehand sketch.Behind the dragon's blood tree with its leaves stretched out, there is a dark bookshelf, on which there are stacks of books, philosophy, literature, practical... There are both English and Chinese characters on the cover, and they don't look like new books. ——It means that every book of Song Yunshui has been read.

The second row is a collection of works by Osamu Dazai, such as "No Man in the World", "School Girl", "Beautiful Boys and Cigarettes" and so on.Looking at these books, Tang couldn't help thinking of his father.His father works in a publishing house and is 53 years old, but he still insists on writing articles with pen and paper.There are also Dazai Osamu's works beside his bed, probably because he likes this writer very much.

Since leaving home, Tang Zhi rarely had contact with his father.Unlike Qi Wei, he doesn't hate his father, but his father always stubbornly insists on his own opinion on one thing, and his personality is a bit domineering, so he was not very good at communicating with his father since he was a child.

In [-], my father took them to Beijing to proofread a book.During that time, the publishing house he belonged to was not doing well.Whether it is him or his colleagues, the clothes they are wearing are very old, with patches on the cuffs, like gray clouds.Still, even with a meager salary, my father intends to work hard.Probably in order to subsidize the family, my mother also went out to find a job after a while. She worked in a hypermarket in Hua'er City. It sounded like her income was good, but she was just looking after a poorly-operated clothing store for a friend. Not good, so she doesn't earn much, but she once secretly took clothes from the store to wear for her father... Not only did the friend not find out about this incident, even her father was kept in the dark.

If my father knew that the dark gray sweater was stolen, he would definitely scold my mother with a dark face.Don didn't know that he would do this, because his self-esteem was very strong, and it was unreasonable.Once, a guest came to visit my father and talked with him about Osamu Dazai's short story "Cricket".

"I have a friend who is also perfectionist just like the wife in "Cricket"! I really want to complain, what's wrong with ordinary people, what's wrong with caring about money, don't people just rely on material things to live, look around , Do people who really don’t care about material things exist? I think money is the basis of survival, but that doesn’t mean I’m mercenary, and I won’t do bad things for money. Why would someone laugh at us? I don’t understand. I Is it wrong to just rely on your own efforts to get paid? That wife, because her husband has become a realist whom she despises, chose to leave her husband. It is too heartless and cruel! She must not understand the pain of her husband And helpless, that's why he did that... Why did the originally noble husband become vulgar and mean? Isn't it because he couldn't trust others? That's why he did those things. And just when the husband fell into misery and despair When he was in such a difficult situation, his wife actually wrote a letter to condemn him, and even threatened to break up with him. When encountering such a thing, the husband must feel so sad. Can he still be kind to others? The wife is too noble. I don’t I don’t like this kind of role, but I sympathize with the flawed, somewhat selfish husband. Isn’t that how people are? Knowing that you have many shortcomings, you can understand the imperfections of others, and you don’t need strict benchmarks. Only by asking others can we get along easily and comfortably with each other. I believe that this is the only way..." The guest spoke with a distinct southern accent, and paused from time to time, as if thinking about how to describe what he wanted in his heart.

"According to your point of view, it is wrong for Qu Yuan to be outspoken to King Huai of Chu, and it is also wrong to advocate the promotion of talents and talents. He should not admire himself alone, nor should he show his ambition by death. Instead, he should learn from people like Qin Hui and He Kun, and accommodate him. Fallen kings, flattering, sycophants, right? Because everyone has reasons for their helplessness, so it’s better to be sympathetic and considerate of each other—haha, it makes sense, what you said really makes sense, but a dull person like me may I can't understand it in my whole life, let alone accept it."

My father was sitting on a chair, holding a suet jade white ceramic teacup, and the bitter black tea in it was steaming.His tone sounded a bit mocking, although his face was expressionless, his eyes were as sharp as the tip of a knife.

"Mr. Tang..." The guest froze for a moment, as if his father's words hit the nail on the head, leaving him speechless.

Tang didn't know that he felt a little sympathetic to this thin-figured guest with a three-seven hair comb, and felt that his father was too aggressive.

However, unlike Tang Wuzhi, the younger brother didn't really feel that he wanted to resist his father. On the contrary, he felt that his father was a wise man.

At that time, seeing the guest's embarrassment, the younger brother couldn't help but frowned, as if he thought it was funny.Like a drunk man, he leaned against the door with his arms crossed.The sleeves were rolled up to the crook of the arms, and the sun shone down, making the skin on the arms look golden, as if coated with honey oil.He was ten years old at the time, and when he encountered a problem he didn't understand, he would always ask his father for advice.Later, he also wrote in his composition:

"...Confucius once said: 'If you know what you know, if you don't know what you don't know, that's knowing." This sentence is usually used to criticize those who pretend to understand when they don't know, but my father said: "Actually, pretending to understand if you don't know Not understanding is the biggest common problem of Chinese people.' I think what Dad said is very reasonable...I like to discuss issues with Dad very much, because there is a feeling of 'I have grown up'. Dad has a kind of lonely strength ,I am impressed."

At the moment, the study is very quiet.Tang didn't know that those things had passed for a long time, and his parents who lived in another city were very far away from him now.So stop thinking about it.Sit down on the chair, open the script that Song Yunshui gave him, hold down the shiny white paper with your index finger and turn it back, planning to finish reading the script today.

The sun shone on the window frames.A gust of wind made the leaves of the palm trees in the yard sway slightly.Outside the walls, the gray streets smelled faintly of asphalt.A few gangster-looking youths came out from the door of Lili's barber shop, pushing and shoving each other, whistling out of tune.A stray cat watched them and fled to a ginkgo tree beside the road after they seemed to be flirting with it.

This is probably the place with the slowest pace in the whole city. A house is immersed in silence, and there are occasional vehicles passing by, and there will be no harsh horns.

It is easy to feel sleepy when the only sound a person can hear is his own breathing.

About an hour later, Tang Buzhi yawned, feeling his eyes were a little tired.I rubbed my eyes with my hands, but I was still sleepy, so I simply leaned my head on the crook of my arm, intending to take a rest, but fell asleep like this.

……

"Don't know, wake up..."

Hearing someone calling his name, Tang Zhizhi slowly opened his eyes.

Song Yunshui had just come back from get off work, and he asked, "Why did you fall asleep here, didn't you rest last night?" He walked to the balcony and closed the window with his hand.

Tang Zhi raised his head, looked at his back, and gave a low "hmm".

The sky outside the window was a little dark, it was already evening.

Song Yunshui usually arrives home after nine o'clock, I don't know why he came back earlier today.

Song Yunshui walked to the wall with potted plants and suddenly sighed.

"what happened?"

"This pot of spring feathers seems to be dying. The temperature of minus five degrees is really not suitable for raising this." He gently fiddled with the withered yellow leaves, and the regret in his eyes slowly turned into indifference.

Tang Wuzhi came to his side and saw above the soil, Chunyu's stems were all hanging down, as if they had been subjected to a huge gravitational force, and they looked dying.

"Fortunately, the root system hasn't rotted yet." Song Yunshui inspected it for a while, then turned his head and said to Tang Zhibu: "Can you pass me the scissors? It's in the cabinet next to the bookshelf."

"What do you need scissors for?"

"Cut off the rotting leaves, so that Chun Yu may come back to life."

Tang Buzhi raised his eyebrows in surprise, but still gave a "hmm", walked to the bookshelf, opened the dark red drawer, and handed the scissors to Song Yunshui.

"Thank you." Song Yunshui bent his arms and began to trim those dead leaves carefully.His clothes made a slight cloth rubbing sound as he moved, like fine sand flowing.

The off-white sap oozes from cuts in the plant's leaves and stems, smelling as subtle as the sky.

Tang didn't know that he had raised a potted plant before. It was a spring orchid given to him by a classmate in elementary school. Throw it in the trash can opposite his house.

After Song Yunshui finished listening, he narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at Tang Bubu, "You feel a little regretful, don't you? Including that pot of Chunlan, including that human beings can't be brought back to life like plants." His voice was calm and composed, bright The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected in the eyes.

Tang Bubu felt that those words hit his heart like lightning, which moved him a little.He smelled the faint bluegrass fragrance again, which was slightly different from before. This time, it smelled of blood, as if it wanted to penetrate the human skin and penetrate deeply into the flesh and blood.Tang Wuzhi stared at him, "...Song Yunshui, can you tell what other people are thinking at a glance?"

Song Yunshui shook his head and smiled wryly, "I can't even see myself clearly." His tone was somewhat helpless.He stood up and put the scissors back in place. "I can guess a little, though. You're keeping something from me. It's about me, isn't it?"

"..." Tang Zhizhi suddenly wanted to tell Song Yunshui the truth, but he was worried that Song Yunshui would choose to bear everything by himself after knowing about it.So he decided to rot the truth in his stomach, which is the safest way.

"That's right, but I can't tell you for now."

Tang Zhizhi smiled, but actually felt a little sad in his heart. "I am like this now, am I also committing suicide? Is my brother's fate ultimately also my fate?" He thought to himself.

Song Yunshui groaned, his face was expressionless, maybe he felt that he was not interested, so he didn't continue to ask.This made Tang Zhizhi heave a sigh of relief.

After a while, Tang Zhizhi suddenly said: "Song Yunshui, can you comfort me?"

Song Yunshui looked at Tang Zhibu suspiciously.I found that on the face with a high and straight nose bridge, emotions such as distress, sadness, sadness, perseverance, and determination were intertwined.Reminiscent of a doctor who healed the sick, only to infect himself with the plague.

Seeing Tang Wuzhi showing such an expression, Song Yunshui had a complicated feeling in his heart.However, Song Yunshui's thoughts were never exposed.So Tang didn't know and couldn't see what he was thinking.

There was a brief silence in the room.

Tang didn't know that he was a little embarrassed, and he didn't understand why he said that. Maybe he felt that since he had made a sacrifice, he hoped to get something from the other party.But what do you get?comfort?It doesn't make sense at all.Tang didn't know that he was stupid and inexplicable, and regret welled up in his chest.

Tang Zhizhi wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, and fooled the words with "I'm joking", but saw Song Yunshui walking towards him.

"It's the first time someone made such a request to me." Song Yunshui put his right hand on Tang Zhizhi's shoulder, and patted it twice in relief. "I did as you said, do you feel better now?" The tone was gentle.

Perhaps Song Yunshui has the keen intuition of flames and winds. His eyes look at it, and it burns directly to the bottom of your heart, and one person sees through the other.One heart reads another heart.Those cold, hard, and heavy barriers were all wiped out in an instant.

Tang didn't know that Song Yunshui knew what he was thinking, and he didn't find it annoying. On the contrary, in a sense, it was an understanding.He was very grateful that Song Yunshui didn't ask him "Why do you want me to comfort you", otherwise he would feel very ashamed.

The maturity shown by Song Yunshui made Tang Zhizhi feel relieved.The emotions that were pressing down on Tang Wuzhi's heart like a boulder before gradually disappeared.

Tang didn't know that he saw Song Yunshui smiling. He couldn't understand that smile, but it still made him relax.

Don didn't know what to do.A voice condemned him: "This is not good", but he couldn't hear it.After all, human thinking and actions may not always be rational.His heart was agitated, he could feel that every second the cells were dying, and the next second they were splitting and being reborn, that abnormal feeling, like the blood in the whole body was flowing backwards, breaking the boundary between what should and should not be .

Tang didn't understand this, so he did that thing, "No, it's too indifferent."

"What?" Song Yunshui didn't know why.

"It should be like this when comforting someone." Tang Zhizhi put his arms around the waist of the person in front of him. "Don't hug him too tightly, and don't let him loose. Then, like putting a child to sleep, gently stroke the other person's back with your hands... When the time is right, touch his head and let him rest on your shoulder .In this way he can feel your concern, and he will feel much more at ease."

Song Yunshui was stunned for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he subconsciously wanted to back away.

"Don't be afraid, I won't eat you again." Tang smiled helplessly.

I felt that Tang Zhizhi's palm was slowly moving upwards and stopped on the back of his head.The body became a little stiff, as if petrified.Except when filming, no one has ever been so close to him.

Tang Zhizhi exerted a little force with his fingers, trying to make Song Yunshui rest his head on his shoulder.

However, he felt that Song Yunshui was resisting.

Tang did not know how to relax the strength in his hands.

After a while, however, there was a slight heaviness in his shoulders.

Tang didn't understand that Song Yunshui finally leaned over.His fingers touched Song Yunshui's black hair, and there was a slight coolness between his fingers. Song Yunshui's hair was as soft as reeds on the shore, with a touch of coolness.

Probably because of the close proximity, the vague orchid fragrance suddenly became stronger at this moment, making people feel in a trance, as if... they were about to drown in this fragrance.

"This smell, even if I die, I won't forget it." Tang Zhi couldn't help thinking.

After a moment of silence, Song Yunshui sighed, his face darkened as if angry.

Song Yunshui broke free from his arms, "Don't know, even if you are in a bad mood, you can't make fun of me."