Can't fly

Only later did Fang Fei realize that the "old" in Yang Yuanyi's mouth was Schrödinger's "old".I want to stay in bed, but I am too old to be stimulated, and I want to take off his clothes——

"I never said I didn't have enough energy."

Just escaped from the embarrassment of the night before, and was not dressed for 2 minutes, Yang Yuanyi was pressed hard on the bed again and rubbed for several hours.Satisfaction and fatigue rolled them up and down together, and when it was finally over, Fang Fei was sore all over, and his fingers could not move. He hugged the pillow and did not resist the drowsiness. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep again.

But I dreamed repeatedly and couldn't sleep well.

He ran aimlessly all the way in the empty wilderness, with thick fog behind him and snow in front of him, Fang Fei's fear from nowhere occupied him, driving him to keep running, approaching the limit, and then fell to the ground .

The snow is hot and smelly.

He stopped breathing suddenly, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Then he was frightened for the second time, and Yang Yuanyi's gaze stuck to him almost at the distance of his face.The gray-blue eyes were already cold, and at such a close distance, it seemed as if the snowfield and fog in a nightmare mixed with his breath.

Fang Fei's heartbeat almost hit 150 on the spot, pushing Yang Yuanyi: "Why are you so close!..."

"Seeing that you are not sleeping well." Yang Yuanyi complied with his strength, and returned to the gesture of lying on his side and hugging him to comfort him, but his eyes were full of curiosity, "What's wrong, having a nightmare? What did you dream about?"

Fang Fei nodded, unable to understand why he was so excited: "...it's boring, so I just kept running."

Yang Yuanyi: "And then?"

"And then... just woke up, it's all like this."

"Will you remember when you wake up?"

"Yes, I can't remember some of them."

"Woke up suddenly?"

"Most of the time... and sometimes I force myself to wake up quickly." Fang Fei answered too many questions and couldn't help asking, "Mr. Yang, haven't you ever had a nightmare?"

The ordinary question made Yang Yuanyi stunned. He couldn't see any violent emotional ups and downs, but he was obviously a little hesitant.

Fang Fei didn't know if he noticed it, and hooked his finger on the stubble that just appeared on his chin: "Teacher Yang?"

The small movement caused a small piece of his heart to collapse suddenly, and Yang Yuanyi came back to his senses.

"Oh..." He nodded slowly, admitting a secret that was never known to outsiders, "I seldom dream, and even if I am conscious, I forget it when I open my eyes. Nightmare, I don't even remember whether I have ever had it or not." .”

Obviously it's a good thing, but Fang Fei inexplicably heard a trace of sadness and helplessness.He felt that Yang Yuanyi was a bit disappointed, so he posted it, wanting him to kiss him.

Yang Yuanyi held Fang Fei's face with one hand as he wished.

The two kissed in silence for a while, adding a tender ending to the frenzy of desire inflated on a cold day.His legs were folded and intertwined under the quilt, and Yang Yuanyi put his arm around his waist and rubbed absently.

"Do you want to go out today?" Yang Yuanyi asked.

Although Fang Fei really wanted to lie down with him all day, he still remembered that there was something serious to do: "You won't be filming the night scene?"

"It's a holiday." Yang Yuanyi lazily took out the phone that had been pressed under the pillow for a long time, swiped it a few times, and the screen moved in front of Fang Fei, "Min Hongmian went to Jincheng Xiaosha overnight yesterday, and probably came back very late .What else are you filming?"

Fang Fei was at a loss for words, and said "ah" stiffly.

Yang Yuanyi put his arms around him halfway, and turned his head: "Do you want to go out for a walk? Or continue to sleep?"

The words were joking, Fang Fei couldn't take it anymore, turned over with red ears, picked up the sweater on the ground and put it on indiscriminately.Static friction, the hair is blown up and fluffy against the light, it is a soft hedgehog.

"Then do you want to see the stone carvings today?" Fang Fei half turned his head, "I said I wanted to take you there."

The stone carvings in Yeyang were built along the river, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and they are all Buddha statues.The farthest time is in the Northern Song Dynasty, and there are also Ming and Qing Dynasties. The most famous ones are the Avalokitesvara statue in one cave and the reclining Buddha in one cave.

It takes less than half an hour to drive from the city.It is a small well-known scenic spot in the local area, but it is not enough to look at the whole province or the whole country. In addition, the riverside is windy, and the outermost part of the scenic spot is empty. The parking lot has become a big sunbathing yard for the elderly nearby. chat.

Fang Fei didn't expect the weather to be so good. In the winter with a lot of rain, the sun was still shining brightly in the clear sky at almost five o'clock in the afternoon.

They parked the car and chose a trail near the mountain to cross the old street to see the reclining Buddha first.

The old street is also full of old people. Occasionally, a pastoral cat runs quickly. The sound of the TV broadcasting the news comes from the old house. The tiles are covered with sunlight. The tranquility of a small town.

Yang Yuanyi took a few photos and asked Fang Fei to walk in front to capture his back.

He walked a few steps quickly, and naturally grabbed Fang Fei's hand and put it in his coat pocket, intertwining his fingers. As he walked, he casually identified Fang Fei's fingerprints.

Probably because there are not many tourists who come here deliberately, the stone carvings have not undergone drastic and disfiguring repairs. Except for a few caves on the windward side of the cliff, most of them retain the style of hundreds of years ago.

The painted paintings have faded, only a small part of the blue and indigo remain, the ocher is covered with a layer of gray, and the gold has long since faded away.Although it is not as magnificent as when it was first completed, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, but as time goes by, the Buddha and the warriors stared at the flowing water day after day, and the withered vegetation of the four seasons, with indescribable compassion lingering in their eyes.

In front of the reclining Buddha Cave, people are only half as high as the Buddha's head.

Standing here, I feel more and more that life is small like a drop in the ocean, and will eventually dissipate in the wind.

Fang Fei used to come here often, but after high school he began to hate the whole of Puzhou and never came here again. The temples on the mountainside and the stone carvings he knew by heart have become things that hinder him—as long as he doesn’t want to, he doesn’t care .

But with Yang Yuanyi reappearing, he thought this place was a dream that was closest to his childhood.

"It's very beautiful. It was under renovation when I visited the scene before, and it wasn't open." Yang Yuanyi said, regretting that there was no in-depth development. "Actually, tourism can be done better. Like the few caves we passed just now, they are very weathered. .”

"Do you regret not coming to take pictures?"

He actually started to tease himself, Yang Yuanyi put one hand on Fang Fei's neck, didn't answer yes or no, just said: "Thank you Ah Fei for bringing me here, just look at it."

Beiwan is frozen in the camera, but Yang Yuanyi, a small corner of Yeyang, just wants to record with his eyes and heart for the time being.

The Song Dynasty wooden structure temples in the middle of the mountain are not open, so you can't feast your eyes.They went down the mountain road and passed a corner, facing a big change in the scenery, suddenly enlightened.

During the dry season, the flow of the river slows down, the reeds sway in the low-lying areas, and the water surface connecting the mountains on both sides is actually green.The sky is blue and light, and the remaining ancient inscriptions on the mountain wall are like a thousand weights. The ancient Buddha's eyes are only silent, and the sun in its heyday is slanting past.

In Fang Fei's memory, he forgot when he saw the same scene last time, and Yang Yuanyi didn't speak, and even forgot to take out his mobile phone to take a picture-this scene often happens to Tiandi, but it is fleeting to him.

There was a depression in the mountain wall less than five meters ahead, and the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara in that cave watched them quietly.

Unlike the reclining Buddha, there are many incense candles stuck in the ground under the Guanyin statue, and some of them have just been burned out in the outermost circle, smoking slightly with thin heat.

Yang Yuanyi half squatted with great interest, observing the thin layer of incense ash covering the ground.

"Is there anyone offering incense here? The temple is two steps away. Why do you have to burn it under the Buddha statue?" He asked, looking devoutly at the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara.

Fang Fei leaned a little farther away and said: "Some old people come to pray for blessings every five and ten days, and my grandmother used to make a special trip to come on the first day of the new year. The old people here believe in Guanyin more than Buddha, because there are countless kinds of Guanyin. Incarnation." When he said this, he took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, and smiled.

"Coincidentally, today is the [-]th day of the twelfth lunar month."

"No wonder, the ash on the ground is very thick." Yang Yuanyi stood up again, patted the incense ash on his hands, and suddenly looked at Fang Fei whimsically, "A Fei, do you want to worship too?"

Fang Fei was stunned for a moment, and refused with a half-smile: "No..."

"Give me a bow." Yang Yuanyi said forcefully, dragging his hand to stand still in front of the Avalokitesvara statue, "I'll be with you, the Spring Festival hasn't come yet, but it should be useful."

Perhaps because of the warmth of the sun, the bones were crisp and I lost my judgment.Or maybe Yang Yuanyi's "Together" itself is so attractive that he can't walk when he hears it, and he has only one choice to follow.

Standing side by side with Yang Yuanyi in front of the stone carvings on the cliff, the mountain road is narrow, with dense banyan trees and weeds behind him, and the gurgling river in the distance.

Fang Fei has not believed in gods and Buddhas since he was a teenager, and karma never seemed to have any effect on him. He stumbled and struggled on the uphill walk, but he was hurt by the rapid fall downhill.

But originally this afternoon, he shouldn't have appeared here and now.

Is this another kind of "God's Blessing"?

Fang Fei clasped his palms together, slightly lower than his eyes, closed his eyes in silence for a long time, and bowed solemnly to the Thousand-Handed Avalokitesvara.

Then he opened his eyes and turned his head to see what the other person's expression was, but only picked up a mistake, and found that Yang Yuanyi was looking at the Guanyin statue with a tense expression, his hands were clasped together, but it seemed that there was not much change.

Sensing his gaze, Yang Yuanyi asked, "Have you made a wish?"

"Well, my family is in good health, work is going well, and the movie box office is selling well." Fang Fei didn't care about the rumors that it wouldn't work if he said it, and looked at Yang Yuanyi frankly.

Facing the direction of the light, Yang Yuanyi's blue eyes were almost transparent: "Oh... so greedy."

"There are more greedy ones."

"Ok?"

Fang Fei stared at him seriously: "Teacher Yang has always loved me."

The absurdity of the previous night hadn't completely dissipated, but Yang Yuanyi was stabbed by a certain word for no reason and was momentarily speechless.

He was able to flirt with Fang Fei when he didn't talk about it, and said some sweet words that seemed to be true and false. Less than 24 hours ago, Fei's confession made his back feel hot, so he impulsively agreed that their relationship had changed.

But for some reason, Yang Yuanyi was not as calm as Fang Fei.

Maybe it's not ready yet.

He hadn't really been in love for a long, long time.

Fortunately, Fang Fei quickly changed the subject: "Mr. Yang, have you made a wish?"

"...The time is too short, there is no time."

Fang Fei didn't ask him why he felt that the time was short, so he bent his eyes brightly and made a very excessive request to him: "Mr. Yang, everyone said that one should be afraid of faith, so do you dare to kiss me here?"

It seems to be revenge for avoiding to answer just now.

As the sun sets in the west, the river water refracts onto the dark red rock wall, forming swaying golden rays of light.

Just when Fang Fei thought he would be ignored by him again, his body lightened suddenly, and Yang Yuanyi hugged his thigh and lifted him up.Involuntarily holding his shoulder, Fang Fei had already sat on the stone guardrail by the river in the next second.

His waist was tightly bound, his heartbeat accelerated for a moment, and he suddenly calmed down.

On the slope by the river, a cluster of reeds grew across the river, Yang Yuanyi raised his head, and kissed Fangfei lightly.

At first he just wanted to touch him, but when he kissed him, his heart suddenly ignited. Yang Yuan couldn't help but hugged Fang Fei even tighter, his lips and tongue were intertwined, and his heavy breath conveyed a fierce heartbeat.

Hugging posture, Yang Yuanyi gradually calmed down before answering his question just now.

"But I dare not let the Bodhisattva see it."

I dare not let you know that I "didn't have time" just now because I was looking at you.