after the canary rebellion

After cleaning up the few relics, there was a lipstick in Song Lin's pocket, which was taken from Lin Mei's suitcase before she left. It was colorless and transparent, but she was reluctant to put it on, and her lips were chapped and bleeding before she died.

Lipstick should be something that Song Lin used to wear when she was dancing in the theater when she was young. In many photos, she is wearing heavy makeup. Lin was not the turning point in her life, and her life has plummeted since then.

Lin didn't know that this was her own problem. After being abandoned, she went crazy like a dead end. She had already returned to her mother's house, but she was contaminated with drugs by a mistake, and was kicked out after being discovered.

Originally, the natal family thought that Lin was not that young, so no one would take care of him, so they wanted to keep him, but Song Lin was unwilling to live or die, and took the child out of her natal home, and lived in this alley for 20 years. for many years.

At noon, he went to the hospital in a daze to treat his wounds. There were many bruises on Lin Mei's body. The doctor asked what happened while bandaging his right hand.

Lin didn't just perfunctory the past, left the hospital and went straight to the building to buy a black dress, he was going to bury Song Lin.

Only Lin didn't send Song Lin off for the last time. The cypresses in the cemetery were verdant, and it wasn't Qingming Festival, so there were very few people.

In addition to him, there is another family that is having a funeral. The children and their wife are weeping and mourning, burning paper money in the bucket, and sprinkled rice wine in front of the monument. Compared with them, Lin Mo's place is too deserted.

He was dressed in black and stood there alone. The woman in the posthumous photo was very young. This was a photo of his mother before she gave birth to him. She was skinny when she died. No one would have guessed that she was beautiful and dignified in the past.

Lin didn't look like her, especially those eyes, the tip of the eyes was slightly raised, lively and affectionate, but there was a little more tear mole.

He didn't understand the rules of those funerals, so when he saw other people burning paper money, he folded it to the door and bought some. The shop owner told him, "Buy more, so that people in Hades can spend it more happily."

There were several zeros on the banknotes, which looked funny, but Lin didn't say: "My mother is very good at spending money, so I want to buy more."

After paying the bill, he clumsily carried a box of paper money. He couldn't use his right hand, so he had to stack the house made of paper on top of the box, and went to Song Lin's grave to burn the things for half an hour. On, it made his eyes hurt.

There was a red mark on Lin Mei's neck overlapping with cyan, and the handprints on it were terrifying, and it was firmly covered by the scarf.His mother left nothing behind, leaving him torn and beaten.

He got up and left, there was no notice to catch up with, he turned on his phone, and the latest one was a screenshot of Zhou Rang's game, with the accompanying text: Damn this game is so fun.

I thought yesterday that Song Lin could quit the drug for her, but Zhou Rang's smoothness and cooperation may have made him wishful thinking.

The difference from Zhou Rang is that Zhou Rang has someone to care about, and he himself has a dream that he wants to realize, while Song Lin has no spiritual sustenance, and only relies on being bound forcibly, and will relapse as soon as the rope is released.Lin didn't compete with Song Lin, and it was true that outsiders seemed to be looking for trouble, so why should it be so.

"How is the painting?" Lin didn't call to ask.

Zhou Rang said: "Sure, there are two corresponding versions of the painting you took a picture of. The red one is especially festive. The courier will arrive later! Come and get it."

"Be strict." Lin didn't tell him.

"Do I dare to tell you something! This painting is precious, but I found the artist's Weibo, and saw that he often posts selfies. The photos look cute, and they are destined to be with you." Zhou Rang muttered.

Lin didn't come out of the cemetery, probably because he was blown by the wind for too long, he was dizzy and swayed, and after standing still, he casually asked, "Where is the fate?"

"It's the same surname as yours, but the pronunciation is still the same. Hey, isn't it a coincidence!" Zhou Rang smiled hippie, "You are three points of water, and he is also three points of water, but it's just foam."

·

A woman answered Xie Zaiyuan's call to Lin Mei with a hoarse voice, claiming that it was Lin Mei's mother who wanted to borrow money. Originally, Xie Zaiyuan wanted to remit money, but after thinking about it, Lin Mei didn't lack that little money, so why did he need to borrow it?Called again later, never got through.

"I'm sorry, I can't go to the art exhibition, I have to go back to Yidu now." Xie Zaiyuan and Lin Mo said.

They were looking at the sofa in a creative studio. Halfway through the walk, they drank coffee. Lin Mo didn't know what he had said to Xie Zaiyuan in the previous phone call. Later, Xie Zaiyuan simply looked at the plane ticket.

During the Spring Festival, there are a lot of people returning to Yidu from Weidu. Xie Zaiyuan sighed. The plane ticket can only be bought tomorrow. He wants to drive back by himself. Going back, there will be traffic jams on the highway, so it’s better to buy a plane ticket.”

They set off in a hurry to go home. Xie Zaiyuan apologized to Lin Mo again. Lin Mo said, "Stop talking, it's fine. Seeing that you are so anxious, are you a very important person?"

"It's the one with the same pronunciation as your name." Xie Zaiyuan said, "I can't contact him now."

"Well, there are quite a lot of people with the same name as me. At that time, Xie You said that you were his father and that person was his mother. I was still thinking that you came out of the closet a few years ago? How did you fall in love with girls? "Lin Mo laughed.

"It's a man." Xie Zaiyuan explained.

Lin Mo pondered for a moment, and said to him: "This is a bit rare. The man I bumped into last time was the illegitimate brother who caused trouble for my father..."

"Don't look at my parents for the past few years. Before my mother was pregnant with me, it was said that the relationship between them was not good. My father said that the marriage was arranged by a feudal family, and he refused to be with my mother. It got better later on."

Lin Mo said: "He lied to a lady who was dancing in the theater. That person's family was also very good. The family didn't approve of her being with my dad, so they kicked her out. She was pregnant only to find out that my dad had a wife." Husband, go to the company every day to make trouble."

Xie Zaiyuan didn't intend to care about the Lin family's housework, so he responded perfunctorily a few times.

Seeing Xie Zaiyuan's reaction, Lin Mo said again: "I think my father is very bad, and my mother is very sensitive. She didn't want to come back after going abroad. But that brother was very kind to me. Although he only met once, at that time He said he couldn't even get an ID card."

"He and I have the same name and different surnames, but the pronunciation is the same. His mother was fooled by my father. The fortune teller said that his son was going to be named Mo, Bubble Mo. He didn't dare to offend my mother in order to coax her. I mean..." Lin Mo murmured, "There is a 殳 next to the water at three o'clock. It's a polyphonic character that doesn't exist. If you think about it, you will know that this word is strange. His mother actually chose this name."

"What?" Xie Zaiyuan snapped back to God.

"It's all because my dad drank too much, and I have explained everything. He also said that if I don't study hard and fall in love with men every day, he will go to that Lin Bu who gave birth to his grandson." Lin Mo laughed, " Tsk, maybe Lin is also gay."

"Three o'clock of water, not submerged, probably written in traditional characters." Lin Mo slowly recalled, "I heard that he is a first-line star in China. I have seen posters, and he is very beautiful."

·

"Why are you dressed as if you were going to a funeral today? By the way, I realized that you and Boss Xie had a seven-year itch." Zhou Rang led Lin without entering the door, and Song Heyan was also there.

The package was too tight, and the four corners were nailed up with wooden strips, and it had to be removed with a hammer. Song Heyan struggled for a long time before he could remove one corner.

Song Heyan said: "Should I put this painting here first? Wait for Lu Qianjiang to come back the day after tomorrow to help dismantle it."

"Why is your boyfriend so busy?"

"If the idol is not busy during the Chinese New Year, then it's okay to be confused."

The taste of the year has not yet dissipated. Lin Wu was dressed in black and wrapped in a scarf when he entered the house. The two watched him sit on the sofa wearily and took out his mobile phone with his left hand, only to find that the nails on his right hand were full of blood. The white gauze was removed, and it seemed to be seriously injured.

The room was silent, everyone was frightened by him.

Lin didn't ask: "What's his Weibo name?"

Listening to Zhou Rang giving him a string of IDs, he looked down at the other party's homepage. The latest Weibo was from a few days ago: bless me and him to see the art exhibition on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year without curly hair and no traffic jams on the road. There is no one in the exhibition. After reading the appointment I have dinner!

Someone joked with him in the comments below, asking: Who is "he"?

Lin Mo replied: It's a neighbor I've known since I was a child. When I was called Xiao Mo, I was super su! ! !Didn't I just come back after going abroad for seven years? Recently I saw him and still wanted to chase after him. He bought furniture with me today!

Then someone jumped in: You have to protect yourself, did the other party have a boyfriend?Are you out?I'm afraid you will be embarrassed by his family.

Lin Mo: Don't worry about it. Not long after I left the country, he suddenly came out hahahaha. Now his family accepts it by default. I really don't know if he has a boyfriend or not. According to my observation, he doesn't have a boyfriend now.

Immediately afterwards, there were some cheers for him, and some people said, "Maybe the brother next door came out to pave the way for you."

"Hey, what's wrong with Lin without you? What's the matter with your hand?" Song Heyan asked.

"It's okay." Lin did not shake his head, exited the comment page, and then opened the photo album, which contained some sharing of eating, drinking and having fun. There was a photo that caught Lin's attention, which was Lin Mo's back in a windbreaker.

It's so similar, if Lin didn't make sure that he hadn't been to this place, he would take it as a photo of himself.

At this time, the memory became clear. Xie Zaiyuan rescued him in the clubhouse, and it was he who turned his back to Xie Zaiyuan. According to the intersection of the two at that time, Xie Zaiyuan could not recognize him at a glance from the back, and Xie Zaiyuan didn't like to be nosy.

The first time I called him Xiaomei was because I hugged him from behind after drinking some wine.

People who usually don't show interest in famous paintings at auctions are staring at an unattractive painting.

I have no interest in shopping and I haven't seen any new properties purchased, but I go out at night to shop for furniture.

He was clutching the scarf like he was holding on to the rope that bound him to death, and the horrific scars on his neck were so bruised that it hurt to breathe now.

The back photo was published on October 17 last year. Lin Mo and him were born one after the other. Xie Zaiyuan's access code happened to be the day after his birthday. birthday day.

I would rather be pinched by the throat than say 19921017, so that stubbornness became full of stupidity.

When Song Lin yelled at him, he still didn't believe it, even felt resentful, thinking that she had been deceived so badly by hypocrisy, why did he think he couldn't get love?

Tears flowed from the smoked eyes at this moment, he stood up, suddenly picked up the hammer on the coffee table, and slammed it heavily on the red canvas.

The painting was smashed into big holes, and the unscarred wound on his right hand was also shocked and bled, soaking the white gauze all at once.

But at this moment, he couldn't feel the pain in his hand, as if his right hand wasn't bleeding, it was his heart that was festering.