Purple Yawu

Lu Fengqian spent the afternoon like a wandering spirit until the sky closed his eyes and turned black.

When he returned to the dormitory, he looked listless, and his eyes, which seemed to be drunk but not drunk, were in a daze.

But He Ming is different.

—He looks much better than last night.

He Ming seemed to sense that the other party was in a bad mood, so he grabbed Lu Fengqian's hand and walked out, saying that he wanted to take him somewhere.

Before leaving, the roommate winked at Lu Fengqian and mouthed: "Manic period."

He Ming brought Lu Fengqian to a ladder.

The starting point of the ladder is not short, and small people generally cannot climb it, but with He Ming's stature of 1.8 meters, it is more than enough to climb up.

He stepped up the ladder neatly and skillfully knocked on the lock leading to the roof.

Seems to have been done many times.

"Come up."

Lu Fengqian felt that his whole body was limp and he didn't want to move at all.

But he didn't know how to refuse the other party, and he was even more afraid of seeing the disappointed expression of that person, so he bravely climbed up—even though his hands were still shaking.

Forget it, I'm so useless, so don't let others down.

The ground on the roof was a little hot, but they sat down casually.Lu Fengqian closed his eyes and curled his fingers.

He Ming unconsciously touched the back of Lu Fengqian's hand, then pointed to the sky.Suddenly, he remembered a sentence: When the blue night falls on the world, no one sees us holding hands.

Lu Fengqian looked up, and He Ming pointed to the constellation of poisonous scorpions in the distance.

He Ming's voice was a little excited: "That's Scorpio, look at the brightest one on its tail, it's the Ptolemaic star cluster, it's the largest and brightest star cluster."

As Burnham described it, "the cluster stands out against a backdrop of countless faint, distant stars in the Milky Way."

Lu Fengqian blinked.

He Ming continued to chatter: "Scorpio and Orion will never meet, just like us and those other ants."

Lu Fengqian felt that the other party was a bit strange. No matter how arrogant He Ming was on weekdays, he would not be so arrogant.

"It is said that Orion is a famous hunter in the God Realm. He is extremely arrogant and brags everywhere that he can frighten all animals, so he offended the Queen of Heaven, Hera."

"Hera sent a poisonous scorpion to punish the damned Orion. The poisonous scorpion lay in ambush on the road he would pass every day. When Orion found the poisonous scorpion, it was too late, and he died of poison soon after. At the same time as it fell, it crushed to death the poisonous scorpion that had no time to dodge."

Lu Fengqian: "So there is an enmity between them, Orion and Scorpio will never meet?"

"Yes. The arrogant people locked us in this iron cage, thinking they could control the order of society, but in fact, poisonous scorpions can kill Orion at any time, just like we can trample them to death at any time."

Lu Fengqian was silent for a long time without speaking.

"Guan Siyi?"

He Ming let out a cry.

Lu Fengqian turned back and looked at the other party in a daze, with panic in his eyes:

"...What did you call me just now?"

"Guan Siyi, what's the matter with you?" He Ming added as if he was afraid that the other party would not believe him, "I am Rong Ci."

……

Lu Fengqian got up and said only one sentence:

"It's too cold, let's go back."

The other party came over and twitched his lips: "It's hot now, okay?"

"Someone will come up to check in a while."

He Ming was discouraged: "I'm not afraid of those idiots, but if you want to go back, I'll accompany you."

Lu Fengqian gave a shallow "hmm", and the evening wind blew his dark and smooth hair.

Emotions are all written on the face:

bother.

The third day in Jingshan Nursing Home.

The female nurse discovered a new wound on Lu Fengqian's arm.

"Are you in a bad mood recently?"

Lu Fengqian perfunctory: "Well, some."

The female nurse tried to change the subject, as if she wanted Lu Fengqian to find a new point of interest:

"By the way, how is the art club performance that you and the other three prepared?"

Lu Fengqian: "What? Performance??"

Female nurse: "Yes, I informed you three days ago. It seems that you haven't rehearsed recently."

It turned out that the Jingshan Nursing Home held a performance by the art club once a week, and prepared the show in groups of four according to the admission number.

The literary and art club's performances are euphemistically called cultivating sentiments, but in the eyes of some people-it's just self-deception.

Lu Fengqian was one of the "some people", but by coincidence, it happened to be his turn this week.

He Ming, Feng Zhuo, and a young man he didn't know were rehearsing with him.

Several people discussed it, no, to be precise, it should be: except Lu Fengqian, others discussed it.

They decided to prepare a music program.

He Ming wrote a score by himself and played the piano.

Feng Zhuo sang, and the young man said he wanted to dance at the front.

The three looked at Lu Fengqian together: "What are you doing?"

Lu Fengqian: "I... put on a live performance to solve math problems?"

Crowd: ...

He Ming came to the rescue: "Well, Xiao Guan, turn over the score for me, I happen to be short of someone."

Lu Fengqian hurriedly said, "Oh, good."

The show started at four o'clock this afternoon, and the four procrastinators are only now getting ready.So I took a special leave from the rehabilitation class and went to the rehearsal hall to hold the Buddha's feet temporarily.

Fortunately, the cooperation of the few people is quite tacit. Although it is not outstanding, the performance is barely watchable.

After half a day of training, four o'clock was approaching, and some people came to the performance hall one after another, looking from a distance like black ants swarming in.

After a long absence, the few people felt a little nervous.

But Lu Fengqian was not nervous at all, he just wanted to go back quickly, take four boxes of sleeping pills, and then lie on the bed and sleep like a dead pig.

Thoughts that are not your own invade the brain:

Although impossible, it is better not to be sent to gastric lavage.Best best not to wake up again.

……

The props have already been prepared, the audience is full, and the first few programs will be played.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

After several people put on their costumes, they heard the high-pitched voice of the host announcing:

"Let's look forward to the next performance by Feng Zhuo, Lu Fengqian, He Ming, and Du Yisi: Spring."

The four entered the stage, and there was thunderous applause.

Feng Zhuo was wearing a pink tube top dress, the lace edge made her even more lovely, her almond eyes were like spring.

He Ming pressed the first note.

The show begins.

Lu Fengqian looked at He Ming intently, and his fingertips were light, like a butterfly fluttering over the keys.

His curly black hair framed his side face, and he looked intoxicated and graceful.

Lu Fengqian turned over a page of score.

Du Yisi in front of him danced mesmerizingly. Although he was a boy, his body was unbelievably soft, and he danced with charm - he performed better than in rehearsal.

"Spring, if you will listen"

"Spring, you can understand more"

Feng Zhuo's voice was cold and touching, he closed his eyes and extended the sentence.

Lu Fengqian turned to the last page of the score.

In an instant, applause came from all directions.

Some cheered, some burst into tears, and some were bored listening to it.

"Let us once again thank—"

The host's voice did not fall.

What happened in the next second made it too late for everyone to react.

Du Yisi stood on the high platform at the end and fell straight backwards.

Like a bird with its wings cut off.

"Boom."

His head landed hard on a corner of the piano stand.

Really, the calculation is foolproof.

The audience was in a mess, and the host and security personnel quickly called the doctor.

There are only two colors left in the show:

The red of blood, the white of uniform.