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The strangers here are like a family behind closed doors. Si Fang cooked a special New Year’s Eve dinner for the occasion. He used the New Year’s goods that Bie Dong worked so hard to buy and made rice cakes. A few people who met every day, On New Year's Eve, holding a glass of wine, they thanked each other, "Thank you for being with me through this year."

Si Fang sighed, "Wine and meat friends can also be very good friends. Look at the friendship between the few of us, all of which were made during meals of drinking and eating meat."

The people here come from all over the world, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, some are innocent, and some don't mention the past, like shooting stars across the night sky, meeting here for a short time.

Bie Dong's alcohol capacity is actually not bad, it's a natural, but he will blush when drinking, but his eyes will only become clearer after drinking. When everyone is a little drunk, he still looks like a water orchid, Gu Er Zang was the first to get drunk, she stared blankly at Biedong for a long time, and said with emotion: "Xiaodong is so pretty, my fans are asking me where that pretty brother is all day now, and a live broadcast is all over the wall .”

Hammered Si Fang again: "Fortunately, you don't like men, otherwise..."

What he said when he was drunk unconsciously brought some offense, but fortunately Bie Dong didn't mind, but as soon as the words came out, Si Fang subconsciously looked at Leng Feng, and Leng Feng subconsciously looked at Bie Dong again, Bie Dong raised his eyes , just in time to meet Leng Feng's eyes, both of them have such subtleties in their hearts.

I can't tell the truth, I can't break it.

Tonight must be the New Year's Eve observance. The commotion of the whole city is isolated from the yard, and the sound of firecrackers comes in one after another from near or far. The house is still quiet, except for the crackling of the charcoal fire.

In two hours, Gu Erzang was already drunk on the sofa, and Si Fang took care of her, eating and drinking enough. Only a few people realized that the snow in the yard had fallen heavily at some point, and a thin layer of white was covered. like moonlight.

Si Fang continued to drink wine silently, Leng Feng touched Bie Dong's arm, and then probed his face: "It's so hot, if you're not in a hurry to go back to sleep, let's go for a walk together?"

Bie Dong nodded, he felt a little drunk in the hot room, got up and put on his coat, Leng Feng put his scarf on him, and then the two greeted Si Fang, and went out one after the other Door.

It’s rare to have a reason to justly indulge yourself. People who fight snowballs on Suiyuan Road never get tired of it. The entire ancient town is submerged in white foam. Real snow and fake snow are mixed together, and the world is harmonious.

Since there was no way to hide, Leng Feng and Bie Dong didn't hide at all. When encountering those who had no eyesight and directly pointed their snow guns at them, Leng Feng simply waved at them decisively, or directly blocked the gun mouth with his hand. , to protect Bie Dong's head and face, those people automatically moved away.

Leng Feng took him through a narrow street, avoided the most noisy place and went to another road. It was much cleaner. On the cold day, there were people dragging speakers and singing with guitars on the side of the road, and the surroundings were only focused on the madness. Not many people stopped to listen to him singing, but Bie Dong stood in front of him involuntarily.

Don't understand the song he sang, it was in English, but he thought it was very nice.

Leng Feng bent down, and said some vague words in Bie Dong's ear, I don't know if it was the translated lyrics, "I also hope that I am different, but I am just a coward, a weirdo, I don't know what I am doing What are you doing here, I don't fit in here, and you are so special..."

The deep and hoarse voice caressed Bie Dong's eardrums, mixed with the low and devoted music, Bie Dong seemed like someone was reading a love poem in his ear, but the love poem wasn't romantic enough, but it was sad.

He said to Leng Feng, "I am the weirdo."

Leng Feng smiled, put his arms around his shoulders and continued to walk forward: "Who isn't?"

Along the way, I passed a bar called Jiuyue, there was the sound of a band singing inside, there were quite a lot of lively people tonight, Leng Feng asked if he wanted to go in for a drink, Bie Dong stood at the door hesitantly, shook his head, today He didn't want to be busy at night, the more crowded the crowd, the more he wanted to stay in the only quiet snow field in the storm.

They continued to move forward, aimlessly and without purpose, passed through the lively crowd, gradually the surroundings became quieter, Leng Feng suddenly asked him: "Do you like this place?"

Bie Dong was a little dazed, he didn't know whether Leng Feng was asking about the present moment, or something broader, whether he likes Lijin, or the life here, but no matter which one, he didn't know how to answer, he didn't think Do you like this kind of thing, like it is a very luxurious mood, eat enough, wear warm clothes, and have nothing to worry about, so you have the leisure to think about whether I like it or not.

For a person like him who has no choice, it's up to him whether he likes it or not.

He stood still in a daze under the increasing snow, remembering that he left his hometown on a snowy day that was even bigger than tonight.

Leng Feng looked at him in a daze, and said, "I don't think you like it, you just think it's a place to go, don't you?"

Don't look at him, his lips are about to open and close, Leng Feng said flatly: "Me too, I have nowhere to go, so I stay here."

They unknowingly walked to the gate of the ancient town. Stalls are not allowed in the ancient city tonight. A few old people are here to sell some festive gadgets that fit the occasion. All the fireworks were bought.

Surrounded by the towering ancient city wall, it is a scenic spot, but at this time of night, the staff have already evacuated, and the normal passage to the city wall has been closed.

Leng Feng waved his hand: "Go, let's go up."

He found a wild road from nowhere, and led Bie Dong up to the ancient city wall. There was no one there, and the wind and snow mixed with whistling sounds pierced his ears, and Bie Dong felt a familiar feeling. , Biting pain.

On the top of the open city wall, facing the bright lights, the ancient city is doomed to be a sleepless night tonight, and facing the dark and quiet vastness of the surrounding fields, they all faced the darkness in a tacit understanding.

Heavy snow was blowing, rustling all over the person, Leng Feng took out a cigarette and lit it in the wind and snow, and asked Bie Dong as usual, Bie Dong shook his head as usual.

In such a night, the Mangmangli Mountain surrounding Lijin has been covered with a layer of white, and it can be seen at night, looking from a distance, it looks like frost.

Don't look at Leng Feng's proudly standing cropped head, think he must be cold, and make a gesture to untie the scarf and give it to him, Leng Feng raised his hand to stop him, now he doesn't even need to say anything, just handed him a look, Bie Dong just kept silent in his heart "Oh", don't be stubborn, it's true.

"Why?" Bie Dong asked him, "Why is there nowhere to go?"

Leng Feng said: "So far, all my so-called 'achievements' in art have come from the praise of my father, a great artist. My father Leng Shanhui, while privately and strongly criticizing what I do is unsightly and unsatisfactory. At the same time, I am looking for connections, curators, and collectors to praise me, and then tell me that all your achievements today are because of me, and without me, you are nothing.”

"The most regrettable thing is that he is right." Leng Feng smiled self-deprecatingly, but he didn't seem to really mind, but said calmly: "For the past twenty years, I have been an artificial human created by him."

“Only one daring critic debunked my father’s falsehood and said my work was unfeeling, empathetic, and not art.”

Tonight Lengfeng nakedly split the past to Biedong, that night in the pasture Biedong told his biggest and most despicable past, and tonight Lengfeng told him, we are the same, I am worse than you, At least you have been living frankly, and I, wearing such a glamorous skin for so many years, are all fake.

"That critic, does he mean what he says? It's not fair." Bie Dong complained plainly for Leng Feng.

Leng Feng smiled and rubbed his snow-covered head: "I also think he's right. In fact, everyone thinks he's right. A heartless artificial human can express any emotion."

"But," Bie Dong stubbornly raised his head and looked at those narrow and sharp eyebrows, and said, "I don't think you are heartless, nor do you think you have no heart."

He thought, Leng Feng treated him with so much heart, how could he be considered heartless?

Leng Feng was also silent, this is an evaluation that he cannot evaluate. In the past, he thought that these four words were very suitable for him, but now, he is not so sure.

At some moments, he felt that his lust was surging, like hot magma under a crater that had been covered in dust for a long time, churning and undercurrenting, an experience he had never experienced in his 28 years of life.

Leng Feng really wanted to ask Bie Dong, why did you say that, you feel my love and my desire?

He pursed his lips, almost breaking everything, and finally held back.

"Brother Feng, don't be a carpenter. My father is a carpenter. It's not easy to do, really." Bie Dong said childishly but firmly, Leng Feng laughed again for a moment, Bie Dong said: "You are an artist, No matter what others say, I think you are, even if you are not the top artist, you are still an artist, not everyone has to be the top, as long as you are yourself."

Before Leng Feng's smile burst out, he backed away again, Bie Dong spoke very seriously, Leng Feng pondered the last sentence, you just need to be yourself.

If you really want to be a carpenter, then be a carpenter. If you really want to be an artist, even if it is only second-rate, third-rate, or eighteenth-rate, then you are still an artist.

Leng Feng felt that Bie Dong could see through better than him.

I don't know how long time has passed. Suddenly, on the other side of the ancient city, there was an ancient and long bell from the temple at the foot of Lishan Mountain. The first sound, and then the whole city began to boil.

Leng Feng took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "It's midnight, it's counting down."

Keeping up with the old age is a kind of crazy blessing. The bells in the temple are recalled one after another, a total of ten, and the whole city is scattered in every corner to count down together, "Ten, nine, eight...five , four, three, two, one!"

The cheers went straight to the sky.

The two people on the city wall looked at each other, Leng Feng lit the box of simple wire fireworks that could be held in his hand with a cigarette butt, and gave Bie Dong a few, the two looked at each other in the thin fireworks.

Distant bells and cheers came across the air, and when the fireworks burned out, Leng Feng reached out and hugged Bie Dong, his lips fell on his icy hair, and the kiss melted a layer of frost, "Xiaodong, happy next year .”

The author says:

Several sources: 1. The song mentioned in it is "creep" by radiohead, which I like very much.

2. September is a bar on Renmin Road in Dali, which may be gone now.

3. "I just want to stay in the only quiet snow field in the storm", from Gu Cheng's poem: So many lights are shaking, Remy, I really want to go to the quiet snow field in the storm with you.

Continue tomorrow.