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

The car drove to Wenxing Road and passed the mobile business hall with a green signboard. That was where Qi Wei went to work. Tang didn't know that Qi Wei was playing games on the computer at the front desk. He hoped that he would not be caught by the boss, otherwise he would face No. .17 job losses.

Because of the rain, there were few pedestrians on the street. Song Yunshui found a figure lying on the ground in front of him, and slammed on the brakes.The car stopped about four meters away from the figure.

"That person seems to have fallen." Tang didn't know what to say.

However, after waiting for a while, the figure still didn't stand up, so he%2F didn't have any accidents with her, right?Song Yunshui's face became serious, and he said I'd go down and have a look, and walked out holding a transparent umbrella.

Tang didn't know that he saw Song Yunshui squatting down beside the man... a silver nebula was formed on the top of the umbrella... Song Yunshui seemed to say something to the man, but he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the figure moved, both hands She propped herself up on the ground and sat down, she seemed to be a middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman wore a straight-sleeved woolen winter jacket, and tied a pink gauze scarf around her neck. The gauze scarf was wet from the rain, and her wet long black hair hung down on it.

Song Yunshui was shocked when he saw her, because she was somewhat similar to his mother.

From Song Yunshui's birth, only his mother took care of him.Send him to school, take him to the mall to buy clothes... His mother is shy by nature, not good at speaking, let alone love him, but Song Yunshui is still grateful to his mother because she is his only relative.

At night, my mother would come to Song Yunshui's room quietly, put the next day's breakfast money under Song Yunshui's pencil case, check whether Song Yunshui's quilt was covered, and then leave quietly.

Sometimes, Song Yunshui couldn't sleep, and would hear shallow breathing in the dark, with pauses, as if choking.Song Yunshui knew that it was his mother, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, let alone turn over, because he was afraid of seeing his mother crying... Whenever this happened, strong hatred would surge in his heart, and he wanted to kill the one who abandoned him and The mother's man... Song Yunshui will always remember the evening when he was six years old. He and his mother sat on the bench in the park. The autumn sunset dyed the horizon reddish orange. The surrounding trees were picturesque. pointing at the traffic light on the opposite street, and patiently explaining to him that you can’t cross the road at a red light... Song Yunshui held a black and white football in both hands, turned his head to look at his mother, and his mother smiled and asked him "Do you remember?" Song Yunshui Before she could nod her head, she saw her mother suddenly clutching her heart and arching her body in pain... She had a heart attack, and the last words she said before she died were: "...you...live well."...that was Song Yunshui faced the unbearable separation in his life for the first time, and he will never forget that evening, the earth was dyed red by the setting sun, his complexion was ashen, and he called "Mom, Mom..." helplessly, while she fell asleep again Did not wake up either.

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Looking at the woman in front of him, Song Yunshui fell into memories and couldn't help feeling sad.

Song Yunshui helped her up and handed her the umbrella in his hand.

The middle-aged woman thanked Song Yunshui, and then left holding an umbrella.

Song Yunshui turned around and returned to the car in the rain.

"Is that person all right?"

"It's okay." Song Yunshui shook his head.From the conversation just now, he learned that the middle-aged woman suffered from hypoglycemia and fainted accidentally when crossing the road more than ten minutes ago.But Tang didn't know and didn't ask, so he didn't explain much.

Tang Zhizhi picked up a light blue towel (originally placed in the groove under the car window) and handed it to Song Yunshui.

"Thank you." Song Yunshui wiped his rain-wet hair, took off the black coat that was also wet, and put it on the back seat.The white shirt pulled out a few rippling folds with the movement of turning around.He tilted his head and accidentally bumped into Tang Zhizhi's gaze.

"You took off your coat, isn't it cold?" Tang Bubu asked with concern.He saw that his wrists were red from the cold.What happened just now made Tang Wuzhi feel that Song Yunshui was very kind, so he couldn't help but develop a good impression of him.

Song Yunshui looked away nonchalantly, said "I'm not that afraid of the cold", sat up straight, and started the car.

Tang Zhizhi took off his coat and put it on Song Yunshui.

Song Yunshui was taken aback, and looked at Tang Zhizhi in surprise, "No, you can put it on, I'm really not cold." He didn't lie, he didn't feel cold.But Tang Zhizhi stubbornly refused to give up. In the end, Song Yunshui had no choice but to accept.Clothes smelled faintly of cigarettes.

The car continued to drive forward, and Tang didn't know that when he saw the familiar Y-shaped fork in the road, he said to Song Yunshui, "Here we are, my house is right in front."

Song Yunshui parked the car on the side of the road.Tang Zhizhi got out of the car, opened the black umbrella, and Song Yunshui came under the umbrella.

Tang Zhizhi took him towards the house.

Suddenly, there was a "crash" brake sound behind him.

"Song Yunshui." A strange voice shouted.

Tang Wuzhi turned around and saw an old man with gray hair coming out of a yellow taxi.

The old man was wearing a shiny black jacket and brown leather gloves on his hand holding the umbrella. He had sparse hair on his forehead with a few wavy wrinkles crawling on it, and a strange thorn hanging around his short thick neck. The name plate necklace, the name plate turned back and forth with his walking posture, and the Chinese characters on it changed from "life" to "bitterness" and then from "bitterness" to "life".It was later that Tang didn't know that this person was Song Yunshui's father, Jiang Lang (Song Yunshui took his mother's surname).

Song Yunshui held Tang Zhizhi's free hand. Tang Zhizhi was a little puzzled, but he still let him hold it.

Tang didn't know that Song Yunshui's hands were as cold as ice sculptures.He tilted his head to glance at Song Yunshui, and found that the brows were slightly furrowed on the sharp-edged face, and the eyes were as cold as eagles, which made people feel a huge oppressive force for no reason.

"Yun Shui, where are you going?" It was a very abrupt question.It was as abrupt as Jiang Lang's appearance.Jiang Lang should have had a lot to say to his son whom he hadn't seen for more than [-] years, but when he actually faced Song Yunshui, every time, he felt like his tongue was tied, and he didn't know what to say. How to say, do not know what to say.

"It has nothing to do with you." Song Yunshui said expressionlessly.

"Yun Shui, how can you say that, I am your father—"

"You are not." Song Yunshui interrupted Jiang Lang before that word was uttered.

Tang didn't know what emotions were rolling in Song Yunshui's heart, anger?disgust?Disdain?No, like neither, a more complex emotion.unconfirmed.Song Yunshui's face was still indifferent, his eyes seemed to be looking at hundreds of kilometers from the atmosphere, and nothing could be seen from his eyes.

The air seemed to freeze, and Jiang Lang's smile froze on his face, like a scar between his upper and lower lips.

"It's okay, you will forgive me one day." He said with a bleak look.A man who is dying of thirst in the desert and reassures himself that it will rain soon would make that look, too.It's all about deceiving yourself, but if you don't deceive yourself, you will live a miserable life. "Forgive yourself, forgive your weakness." This is Jiang Lang's life creed.

"This one, is this your friend?" Jiang Lang looked at Tang I don't know, and asked very unnaturally.

"He is my lover." Song Yunshui shook Tang Zhizhi's hand, and Tang Zhizhi understood what he meant: it's time to start acting.

"What?" Jiang Lang showed an expression of disbelief, his eyes swept over Tang Zhizhi's face, and then he noticed the two hands clasped together.

Jiang Lang's eyes widened as if he had been struck by lightning, "You...but he's a man!"

"I don't care." Song Yunshui raised the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly.

"...I don't believe it!" Jiang Lang's voice trembled, he couldn't accept it: why, why is his son a homosexual?nausea!abnormal! ...

"Who is he?" Don didn't know to ask.

"The one who haunted me."

Tang Zhizhi stretched out his strong arms and hugged Song Yunshui's shoulders, like hugging a jade tree, "Leave him alone, let's go home."

"Ah."

Seeing that the two were about to leave, Jiang Lang was flustered and hurriedly shouted: "Wait!" He wanted to grab Song Yunshui's arm to prevent him from leaving, but a strong hand clasped his wrist.

Tang Buzhi looked at Jiang Lang quietly, said "Don't pester him anymore", and then slowly let go of his hand.

From Jiang Lang's perspective, he had to look up to see Tang Zhizhi's face.Above a pair of sword-like white-collar workers, there are straight nose bridges and deep black eyes. Jiang Lang's condescending gaze made Jiang Lang feel as if his heart was being oppressed and he was about to be out of breath. step back.

Anger, sadness, shame... A series of complex emotions made Jiang Lang tremble all over, disgusted... How could Song Yunshui be gay?His stomach hurts.No... Impossible... They are lying to me... Jiang Lang suddenly raised his bloodshot eyes, looked at Song Yunshui, then at Tang Zhizhi, and then returned to Song Yunshui, "...Song Yunshui, you really love him ?"

"I can die for him." The water-colored thin lips moved and said this sentence.

Jiang Lang showed a complicated expression, as if he had been slapped in the face, "If you are really gay, I will commit suicide."

"..."

The sun shines from the horizon, falls into the clear water, slides down from the roof, passes through the glass, and is reflected in Song Yunshui's eyes.Sunset, his mother died in the autumn sunset, he hated the bloody sunset... Song Yunshui glanced at Jiang Lang, turned and left without a word.

This behavior shows that Song Yunshui doesn't care about Jiang Lang's life—yes, Song Yunshui was very eager to kill that irresponsible father when he was a child, but after so many years, he has already seen it: even if he kills Jiang Lang, he will not What will change... Yes, nothing will change, his mother is dead, and when he was six years old, even if Jiang Lang died, his mother would not be resurrected. (Now Song Yunshui only cares about one thing, and that is where his mother is buried. Only Jiang Lang knows the answer, but Jiang Lang will not tell him easily.)

Jiang Lang stood in place like a statue, watching the two gradually walk away, the plaque on his chest trembled with his breathing, "Life" and "Bitter Short".