low return

Luo Ying was woken up by the wind.

He struggled to poke his head out from under the quilt, only to find that the window was closed and the wind was blowing in through the door.This is the one-bedroom, one-living room rented by Yu Mingming, the eighth floor of an old building.At that time, Yu Mingming offered a friendly price of 500 yuan a month to invite him to move in. He slept in the bedroom and made a bed for Luo Ying in the fairly spacious living room.

At this time, Yu Mingming fell headfirst at the end of the bed in the living room, the door was open, and they just slept like this all night.

Luo Ying kicked him away, using a lot of strength, but still didn't wake him up.Luo Ying could only get out of bed from the other side, stepping barefoot on the floor, shivering from the cold.

While brushing his teeth, he pressed the tip of his nose to the mirror, carefully observing the red blood in his eyes.This is a habit of his. His eyes are big, with outer double, and they are a pair of unreserved eyes, so the bloodshot buried inside is particularly obvious.When you are tired, or when you are about to cry, your eyes are red from head to tail, as if they are burning.

When he came out after washing, he found the white coat he wore yesterday lying on the ground, with a footprint prominently printed on it.He sighed, took out a thin sweater from his bag and put it on over the bottoming shirt. The neckline of the sweater was very low, revealing half of his slender collarbone.

Luo Ying came out of the building, lit a cigarette, the wind mercilessly hit his face, he bowed his head and cursed inwardly, then fell into the wind.

Before walking to the car dealership, I heard the noise of the engine. Although the car dealership can be selected in a very hidden place, the roar is too heavy.

When Luo Ying walked in, he saw an unattractive Honda in front of Brother Yang, and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Although Luo Xiao has always referred to Luo Ying's job as repairing motorcycles, in fact the job here is more complicated, or more expensive.Brother Yang is the bass player that Luo Xiao met when he started the band. His family background is relatively well-to-do, and he has the right to make music as a hobby. After his enthusiasm passed, he started to help his friends make modifications. I opened a business, and usually the cars sent over are relatively confident cars. This is the first time I have seen this kind of Honda.

"The hobbies of the rich," Brother Yang explained to him with a cigarette in his mouth. "It's just like Bunyedi, experiencing folk customs."

After speaking, he started it again, and the voice of folk custom resounded through the sky in the enclosed space.

Luo Ying rubbed her ears.

"What you want is surprises. When you walk around the CBD at night, people who come out of Soho must be thinking about which luxury bike is on the road. Take a closer look at the local Honda, whether it is a surprise or a surprise."

Unexpectedly, Luo Ying thought to himself, his mind was full of the figure of Honda crossing mountains and mountains to save the protagonist from the fire and water in the gangster movie.

Luo Xiao didn't intend to introduce Luo Ying to Brother Yang at first, Luo Ying was thin and fair, with good-looking features, he wanted him to do things like online shooting.But Luo Ying refused, saying that he has scars on his body and he is not very good at looking for cameras.Later, Luo Xiao thought about it, the child couldn't speak a few words in a day, and he probably wouldn't be able to get along in that kind of industry, so he handed it over to Brother Yang.

In fact, the people in the studio even called Luo Ying, but Luo Ying didn't tell Luo Xiao.At that time, he had completed the suspension procedures and was on his way to the elderly care center when he received a call. The people there said that the scar is nothing to do now, and it can be processed later. Brother Xiao showed us your photo, we If you think it is very suitable, you can come and have a try.

Luo Ying said no, thank you, and hung up the phone without saying a reason.

Maybe it's time to try it, Luo Ying leaned on the chair at this time, thinking silently in his heart.Scars can be late, so can tattoos. There are too many models with tattoos now, and they don’t ask too many questions. It’s actually quite easy to explain.

His tattoo is on the spine, a long string of English, Silence of the lambs, silent lambs.Few people see it, and those who see it ask what it means, they usually only need to say the translated name, and they will suddenly realize, ah, I also like that movie very much.

In fact, he only watched the movie two or three times intermittently, but he read the novel dozens of times.He still remembered that when Zhou Zeyao lent him the book, he smiled and said to him, the title of this book suits you quite well, and he didn't seem to have heard anything from you this week.

He didn't return the book, and Zhou Zeyao probably didn't care.

Ever since seeing Zhou Zeyao at the bar the night before yesterday, Luo Ying began to think of this person frequently.In fact, nothing happened that night, except for that seemingly invisible gaze.The account was made by Zhou Zeyao. Luo Ying didn't deliberately hide, but the light was too dark and no one could see him. Yu Mingming glanced at him thoughtfully when he handed Zhou Zeyao the QR code, so he probably didn't pay attention.

But after a person who shouldn't appear, after appearing, some thoughts will come out again and again, like a tide, rising and retreating.

will he show up again

did he see me

The rising tide beat the stones relentlessly.

So what to appear, so what to remember.

Do you dare to do now what you didn't dare to do at the beginning?

At noon, Yu Mingming had nothing to do, so he came to the car dealership with a bag of fried chestnuts.

"Hey," Brother Yang wiped the ashes with his head down, and greeted without raising his head, "Why are you here today when you're free?"

"I'm free every day to see the hobbies of the upper class." Yu Mingming said with a smile.The first half of the sentence is true. His third-rate drama school has no classes, and there are no performances recently. He has nothing to do all day long, and he will not be busy until the end of the year.

"The tyrannosaurus next to me will lend you a ride, and I will go to the Academy of Fine Arts to get acquainted at night."

Yu Mingming lowered his head and picked the chestnuts: "Forget it, those girls all know me."

"Hey," Brother Yang raised his head in surprise, and was interrupted by him before he could speak: "Everyone knows that if you don't want Luo Ying's WeChat, you must first ask for mine. Find another way to save the country with curves."

Luo Ying, who was sitting next to him, turned to stare at him and was fed a chestnut.

Brother Yang went out to answer the phone, and Yu Mingming poked Luo Ying's waist with his elbow.

"Hey, tell me."

say what.Luo Ying ate his chestnuts with his head down, and answered him with brainwaves.

Yu Mingming easily understood his radio waves: "Say Zhou Zeyao. What else can I say."

The airwaves fell silent.

"Did he come here by chance? This is a shitty place. You really haven't been in touch through the increasingly developed social network?"

Social network?

If he really had some contact information, he wouldn't be eyeing him like a criminal that day.

Wechat must not exist, Luo Ying only added two or three high school classmates.After graduation, Luo Ying tried to use Yu Mingming's Weibo account to search Zhou Zeyao's name, but found nothing, but forgot to delete the search records, and Yu Mingming rolled her eyes a hundred and eight times.

Thinking of this, Luo Ying couldn't help but feel a little funny, so funny that he finally said, "How can I contact him? I have nothing to do with him." His voice didn't match his gloomy temperament, it was soft and soft. On the contrary, it seems to be venting.

Yu Mingming really laughed out loud: "That sounds too sour..."

Before he finished speaking, Brother Yang came back and took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands.

"There is an Internet celebrity coming over early next Monday morning to change the skin of his Ducati so that he can take pictures later," Brother Yang said to Luo Ying, "Xiao Luo, come over earlier that day."

"Can I come over, Brother Yang," Yu Mingming said, "I haven't seen an internet celebrity yet."

"Male Internet celebrity, what are you looking for? Maybe it's not as good-looking as Luo Ying. Come if you want." Brother Yang smiled.

After picking the last chestnut, Yu Mingming stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly turned around and said to Luo Ying, "You come to the bar early tonight, there is a surprise."

The afternoon was slightly warmer than the morning, but the wind still maintained the same strength. When Luo Ying came out of the car dealership, he was wearing that thin sweater that was just for decoration, and the wind made it hard for him to keep his eyes open.

Brother Yang didn't keep him for dinner today, he wanted to go home and change his clothes, but after thinking about what Yu Mingming said at noon, he obediently walked to the bar.

Although Yu Mingming is very unreliable, he occasionally has moments of sudden brilliance.

This was the third time he said the word surprise to Luo Ying. The last time he took Luo Ying to visit the nursing center where his grandma was about to move into, and the first time was when Luo Ying was 18 years old.

Because of family reasons, Luo Ying stayed in the first grade of junior high school. He was 18 years old in the second year of high school.He didn't talk much at school, and he never mentioned his birthday, and his grandma never remembered such things as birthdays.Ever since he was a child, he never had the concept of a birthday.

Only when I was 18 years old, I arrived at the classroom early in the morning and found a small gift bag on the desk, and there was a zippo with the Beatles in it.During the evening self-study, Yu Mingming called him to the empty laboratory building, and turned into a palm-sized mousse by accident.In Luo Ying's inexplicable eyes, he took out another pink scented candle, not much smaller than Namousse, and stood beside it, complementing each other.

"It's okay from the school committee, just let it go."

Yu Mingming lit the candle with the smoke from his mouth, but the pink candle smelled of lemon.

It was Luo Ying's first birthday in his life, and he was at a loss at that time.

"Make a wish, brother," Yu Mingming took a puff of cigarette, "Hey, you are inexperienced, why don't I help you make a wish. Close your eyes."

Luo Ying really closed it.

"There shouldn't be any rules for other people not to make a sound. Let me think about it. First, you must be in good health. Second, your grandma and your loving father and I must be healthy. Third, what else is there," Yu Mingming thought. After thinking about it, "Then I wish you this relationship, uh, a good result."

What is the result of a good result, Luo Ying thought to himself.

His relationship is darker than pursuing, and more idiotic than secret love.He didn't dare to do anything, nor did he have any thoughts.These emotions floated in a dark and damp corner, he hid in it ignorantly, and quietly opened a little gap to see the light that leaked in.

These feelings have no beginning and no end, and he doesn't know where they are derived from.

Zhou Zeyao was a high school classmate of Luo Ying's, and he was indeed like a light in that school, the kind of unruly but casual light that shines directly into people's hearts.Although it is reasonable to say that Luo Ying is not a person who follows the light.

When we first met, Luo Ying didn't feel any difference in him.He is indeed dazzling, and the stars hold the moon, but this is not his quality that affects Luo Ying.On the contrary, his inadvertent moments became the real hidden danger.

In Luo Ying's cognition, everything needs a reason, speaking needs a reason, and doing things needs a reason.But Zhou Zeyao didn't need it.He would inadvertently remain silent among the crowd, and would ask Luo Ying questions inappropriately, but he didn't need Luo Ying to answer.

He was sitting on the stairs on the fourth floor of the lab building the day he first realized something was wrong.The laboratory building of the school looks like a hollowed out rectangle when viewed from above, with an ecological garden planted with various textbook vegetation in the middle.The laboratory building at night should be empty, except for Luo Ying who sneaked in to smoke a cigarette during the evening self-study, but that day he saw Zhou Zeyao in the corner of the ecological garden and his girlfriend at the time from the stairs.

He should have left after smoking this cigarette, his footsteps have always been very light, so as not to disturb other people in the building.

But he didn't.

He watched them silently, as he had done many nights after that.

He couldn't hear what Zhou Zeyao was saying, he could only see some trivial movements.Touch, hug, rely on.He moved inside, making sure he was in total darkness, and lit a second cigarette.

He hid.It's what he does best.

But some things can't be hidden anymore.

There was no essential change in his life after that day, Luo Ying's silence seemed to be engraved in his bones.No matter how complicated the emotions in his heart are, there will always be only a few things seeped out, and in contrast, there are only a few things he wants.He didn't want a response, and he didn't want a beginning.

He just wanted to see Zhou Zeyao.

But the silent emotion is destined to be not very smooth.Later, Luo Ying thought countless times, if he hadn't been so obstinately guarding his emotions indifferently, at least he could have left some fragments to remember.But in fact, he skillfully dissolves those emotions into the waves of his heart, which rise and fall, echoing undercurrents that only he can see.

Just like the art performance on New Year's Day, the class planned a chorus followed by a solo, and Zhou Zeyao, as the face of the class, was assigned to complete the final solo. With a little guitar that Luo Xiao taught Luo Ying, Luo Ying was called to Accompany him.He practiced with brother Xiao for two weeks, but when it came time to practice together, Zhou Zeyao couldn't speak, and finally became his solo.Although the performance was good in the end, in Yu Mingming's words, Luo Ying has an absolute advantage in occasions where she doesn't need to speak, but Luo Ying always has a grudge.When Zhou Zeyao said he was not going, he couldn't even say "Go".The classmates in the class came up to ask Zhou Zeyao why, Zhou Zeyao smiled and shook his head without saying a word.And Luo Ying, who also said nothing, watched from the side, feeling like a lump in his throat.

Luo Ying has learned to be silent since he was a child. He is very talented in this matter. Although many people feel sorry for him when he grows up, he doesn't feel that there is anything to regret.Only in the past few years, when thinking of Zhou Zeyao back then, he occasionally felt regretful.

Memories are like fish scales, rinsing in the water, ups and downs, and occasionally passing by in the eyes.At this time, there were too many fish scales in Luo Ying's eyes, making his mind dizzy.

He fumbled in his pocket and took out the lighter that was more than four years old.The cigarettes he smoked in the past few years kept changing. The wick of this lighter was changed twice, and there were countless scratches on the back, but they were still inseparable.Yu Mingming is also surprised that a person who claims to be Luo Ying's loving father every day has never shown off this one and only gift in front of Luo Ying since he was a child.

It's still my own problem, Luo Ying thought.

No matter how many turmoil the past has caused in my heart, the essence is nothing more than a secret love.How many people have had the experience, and how many people regard it as a talking point.

But there is no way, sometimes the word talent is like this, everyone understands that people are academically gifted, physically gifted, but few people understand emotionally gifted.Some people can always cherish when they should cherish, and give up when they should give up. The past is all life experience; but some people are destined to guard the thorn in their hearts, ups and downs, hard to let go and let go.

The 22-year-old Luo Ying already understood this principle very well.His emotions seem to always be in and out, accumulating, evolving, and slowly returning, causing his emotions to always be a little distorted.Fortunately, he has already adapted to these distortions, he just needs to hold his unforgettable emotions, and then act indifferently and calmly.

So Zhou Zeyao's inadvertent appearance the day before yesterday was actually nothing to talk about.

Just to remind Luo Ying that you are still a person who lacks emotional talent.Back then, you didn't dare to go up to persuade him during the theatrical performance, but now he comes in front of you, you don't dare to go up and ask him.But after several years, you still have to worry about the things you should worry about.

Luo Ying saw the neon signboard of the bar from a distance, Yu Mingming didn't go in, and was blowing the wind under the signboard.Seeing Luo Ying, he waved his hand excitedly.

Seeing his eager expression, Luo Ying suddenly had an intuition that the surprise this man mentioned must have something to do with Zhou Zeyao.

Although Yu Mingming is not very honest about other things about Luo Ying, he is always relaxed, especially when it comes to things about his family and his grandma, he can maintain a high standard of being an outsider who is not overstepping and caring.Only when it comes to Zhou Zeyao's matter, I don't know if Luo Ying's so-called silent and forbearing appearance is too cowardly, always urging him to do this or that.

Back then on the last Christmas in high school, he kept whispering in Luo Ying's ear for several days, fearing that the world would not be chaotic. After talking for so long, why did he still have to think about it? Zhou Zeyao bought a pure gray scarf, and put it in troubled waters among Zhou Zeyao's gifts from his third or fourth girlfriend.I never saw him wearing it the last time, so it must have been seen through, which made Luo Ying couldn't help but look at the school trash can a few weeks ago.

Luo Ying walked in front of Yu Mingming, and the more he looked at him, the more he felt that his eyebrows were mischievous.

"Why are you looking at your father with such eyes?" Yu Mingming was dissatisfied, "I said there will be surprises, so there must be surprises."

Yu Mingming opened the door, walked in with his arm around Luo Ying's shoulder.

"Actually, I should have told you the day before yesterday. I drank too much that night, and I also drank too much yesterday. I always feel that something is missing this morning."

Yu Mingming took out two glasses, poured himself a glass of wine, and handed some pieces of ice to Luo Ying in the other glass.

Luo Ying lowered his head and bit a piece of ice, looking at him expressionlessly.

Yu Mingming took a sip of wine and held his mobile phone: "Isn't it possible to scan the WeChat code in our store for the past two days? I originally told him to use Alipay, but suddenly I had an idea, so I asked casually, where is it?" If you know someone, you will agree."

He put the phone in front of Luo Ying: "Surprised or not, am I good or not?"

With ice in her mouth, Luo Ying lowered her head and saw a person's business card displayed on the screen.

The WeChat name is an English name, and the WeChat ID is zhouzeyao plus four numbers.Luo Ying remembered that it was his birthday.