【Peking Shuangmei】Shell

Fang Mengwei may be a sentimental person, but he is not a hesitant and indecisive person.He didn't hesitate when he took out his military officer's card at the entrance of the Yenching University library.

He didn't hesitate when he pointed his gun at the starting soldier during the student movement.Perhaps it is really the years that make people grow old, even if they are in high spirits.

Coming out of the hotel on Sunday, he walked uphill along the long and narrow street. Standing next to the market on George Street, he hesitated.The sun was just right in the early morning, sitting in the hotel, reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, watching the family go to the teahouse for morning tea.It seems that watching other people's family reunion makes me feel happy too.Joyful and a little sour.This is masochism.

So I got up and went to George Street, thinking about getting a haircut.This day is the Dragon Boat Festival, and there will be a party in the evening.

Standing in front of the barbershop, he hesitated again.

He wondered if the string of zongzi in the room would be ruined if he didn't eat it, he was lazy, after all, he didn't put the emerald green zongzi into the cold water, but casually threw it on the coffee table.

In such a hot day, I am afraid that it will be broken after leaving it overnight.There's no point in rushing back now.

If it is not broken, it may not be broken after a haircut.These few thoughts passed through my mind.

Finally, he went to the barber shop.

The boss, surnamed Jiang, is from Cantonese. He saw that the old customers left the shop and came over to say hello.Fang Mengwei just smiled at him.Mr. Fang, what happened today?Fang Mengwei didn't hear his accent at all, so he just nodded.

Apprentice Kam Tsai came up to meet him and muttered something to his master in Cantonese.

Boss Jiang kept his face straight at first, scolded me for being a dead boy, and then put on a smile on his face. Meng Wei told Meng Wei that Gan Zai asked me when I would be able to become a teacher.Fang Sheng, young people at IKEA are like this. They have to cut their own hair after a few years as an apprentice. When I was an apprentice in Guangzhou, I didn’t even touch scissors in the first three years.

Gan Zai lowered his head and moved his lips, as if cursing, but he didn't dare to make a sound, and walked behind the shop with a washbasin in his hand.Mr. Fang, I have another guest, please read the newspaper first, I will cut it with you right away.

Fang Mengwei looked at the daily newspaper on the coffee table. He had read it before and after in the hotel.I looked at Gan Zai who was mopping the floor with his head bowed, and suddenly said, ask him to come and cut it for me.

Boss Jiang was surprised, Fang Mengwei was his regular customer, but Fang Mengwei's appearance didn't seem like he was joking.I'm in a hurry, call him.If it's broken, I don't pay for it.

Gan Zai hurried over to put a towel on him, and led him to sit on the barber chair in the shop.

Boss Jiang glanced back at the guests who were still waiting inside, and told Fang Mengwei that it must be settled... If the cut is broken, you will come back to me in the future, he is him, I am me, I can’t It smashed the signboard of Jiang Ji Hairdressing.Also, when I finished the cut and went out to the public, I couldn't tell others that it was Jiang Ji's haircut.

Fang Mengwei couldn't help but find it a little funny seeing him tense up.He readily agreed.

Gan Zi was only in his early twenties, surrounded him back and forth, and it was obvious that he was very excited.However, the hand was still steady, and the metal side of the scissors moved behind Fang Mengwei's ear, a little cold.

The morning sun was warm and the sky was not too hot.

The hustle and bustle of the market outside was completely sealed off by the two glass doors of the barber shop.It was quiet inside.

Only the scissors clicked, and Boss Jiang and the guest behind him were muttering something.Fang Mengwei's eyes were empty, he just stared at the mirror in front of him, but he didn't pay attention to anything.

If you really cut your hair badly, you may be laughed at when you go to the party at night.But to be honest, Fang Mengwei doesn't care about this.

I have lived in the hotel for more than a month, and the details of all aspects of life have long been able to be saved and simplified.Just like now, you have to hesitate to cut your hair.

In Hong Kong, but have to live in a hotel.It's ridiculous.

A corner of the mirror reflects dazzlingly, refracting a ray of sunlight that entered the room through the glass door in the morning, hitting Fang Mengwei's face.He raised his hand to block it, but Gan Zai observed the details carefully, and quickly turned the seat to the left at an angle, the light

Barely dodged and hit a razor on a barber table, glistening.

Fang Mengwei closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were still red and green.After those lights and shadows settled down, inexplicably, they met a pair of eyes in the mirror.

He was almost shaken all over.

Sun Chaozhong's long and narrow phoenix eyes seemed to penetrate directly into his heart.Those eyes stared straight at Fang Mengwei without any hesitation.

Behind Fang Mengwei, the guest sitting with his back to him turned out to be Sun Chaozhong.At this moment, he was looking at the mirror in front of him, and Fang Mengwei was also looking at the mirror in front of him, their gazes finally collided after several refractions.

Fang Mengwei stayed in the hotel for more than a month.From the day he rushed out of the door, to now.

In the earliest days, Sun Chaozhong went to the newspaper office to pick him up from get off work almost every day, had dinner with him silently, and then sent him back downstairs to the hotel.

But Sun Chaozhong's company was too far away, and it was not acceptable to ask for leave every day and leave work early, so he brought some bricks and tiles in the house in disrepair, blocked water pipes and other things to him on the rest day, and said that it was not because the owner could not handle it.

Fang Mengwei didn't know who knocked off the bricks and tiles that were in disrepair, but he also felt that it would be boring to pursue the truth.

Just like yesterday in the office on the third floor, I saw Sun Chaozhong standing on the stone steps downstairs of the newspaper office looking at his watch from time to time with a hanging rice dumpling. Mr. Fang's.

He is entrusted by others, and he is loyal to others.

If Fang Mengwei is not easy to accept, it is not because of Sun Chaozhong, but because of Aunt Li who has been taking care of him next door.As for the glutinous rice and fillings, Sun Chaozhong bought them at the market and sent them to Li's family. He said they were from Mr. Fang, and the zongzi was just a return gift, so Fang Mengwei didn't need to know.

Fang Mengwei felt that he should not underestimate Sun Chaozhong too much.

Even if they were separated, it was like Sun Chaozhong who was still eating him to death step by step.

But Sun Chaozhong never came to the hotel room, and he didn't know if it was to give Fang Mengwei the illusion of his own safe space, or because he refused to admit that he had another place to live.He just sits on the sofa in the lobby of the hotel, and when he leaves, he always asks, Meng Wei, will you go home?not good.

Fang Mengwei's answer was always concise.

He couldn't forgive the person who had slept with him for more than a year but hid potassium cyanide and Browning in the dark compartment of the bedside table; he couldn't forget the heartache when thinking of his cousin.His lover, his love, his life seemed to be a betrayal of her.Her lover, her love, her life are all in vain.

Sun Chaozhong didn't force him either, and said in a flat tone that it would be better to stay here for a few more days.It seems that it's just a business trip.

Fang Mengwei hated Sun Chaozhong.

What he wanted was to never see Sun Chaozhong again, to make a clean break.

What Sun Chaozhong gave him was to lose his temper and go home when he had had enough trouble.

What Fang Mengwei hates the most is his indulgence to him; it is the private peace of mind brought to him by Sun Chaozhong's attitude.