Dawn is coming

"What should we talk about..." Jian Chengqi suddenly couldn't find a topic.He wanted to ask Gao Xinye how he had been in the past five years, but he didn't know where to start, and he didn't know in what capacity he was asking.

But after alpha and omega share the same room, language is not the only communication channel. They are embarrassed to speak, but they naturally lie face to face on the small bed together, with the treasure sandwiched between them, domineeringly occupying a large piece , before Gao Xinye spoke, he had been rubbing the lamb's hot ears.

"What's that?" Gao Xinye pointed to the wall behind him, and the corner next to him, and asked.He remembered that before he left, although the basement walls were dirty, there were no such traces.

"This is..." Jian Chengqi sat up on the bed, looking at the handwriting that he could hardly recognize that was scrawled on it.When he saw it for the first time, he had a strong sense of strangeness, but when he stumbled and read it in his heart, he seemed to have returned to that early morning.

At the same time, he heard the sound of paper being folded in half.He turned his head and saw that Gao Xinye had already walked to the table, picked up the manuscript paper and newspaper he had written to read, the writing on it was difficult to distinguish, but Gao Xinye pointed to each word with his fingers seriously, and then asked : "His name is Song Qu?"

"Yeah." Jian Chengqi also left the bed, and stood in front of the messy desk, which was also next to Gao Xinye.

"Why this name?" Gao Xinye asked.

"Is there a reason?" Jian Chengqi asked back, "Maybe I just thought of this surname suddenly, so I just wrote it down."

Of course, Gao Xinye also thought about this possibility, but he had heard too many short and long stories of Jian Chengqi, and most of the names in them had meanings, such as Zhang Shixi in "It's the Moonlight and the Rose".Jian Chengqi did not mention it in the published manuscript, but in the first draft he told Gao Xinye, he wrote that in the south of the mountains and rivers where Zhang Shixi was born, there is an art museum whose design concept is "wind, water Ah, a bridge."So when Jiang Chong returned to the south with Zhang Shixi for the first time, he looked down through the clouds from the plane, and he said to Zhang Shixi beside him-"Mountain, sea, Zhang Shixi".

"I thought it was your preference." Gao Xinye said, "You told me before that choosing a name that fits the theme will make your writing feel more comfortable."

Jian Chengqi raised his eyebrows, feeling like Gao Xinye was right, but he didn't know how to respond.His handwriting was really hard to distinguish, and Gao Xinye struggled to read it, so Jian Chengxi took out a laptop from the bottom of the closet.He has not used it for a long time, the computer is not only dusty, but the battery is too low to turn on the machine, Jian Chengqi plugged it in, and he was still standing next to Gao Xinye during the few minutes waiting for the boot, watching with him, Gao Xinye If his finger stays still on an indistinguishable character, he will read that character out.At the seventh and eighth line, Gao Xinye saw that Jian Chengxi compared the smell of unburned coal to the smell of paper and ink after opening a book, his hand stopped there, turned his head to look at Jian Chengqi, and asked him what is it? When was it written.

"Just a few days ago," Jian Chengqi said vaguely, not wanting to tell Gao Xinye what happened that night.He sat down in front of the booted computer and opened the document, and asked Gao Xinye if he still wanted to read it.

Of course Gao Xinye looked at it, and put all the papers by Jian Chengqi's hand.Jian Chengxi's typing speed is extremely fast, his eyes only look at the screen, but his fingers click and twist quickly on the keyboard, making "dong dong dong dong" sounds one after another.

"No wonder you bring printed A4 paper every time you come to the tree cave," Gao Xinye said, "It's really faster than handwriting."

"Well, when I was in college, whenever I needed a stenographer for any meeting, I would always come to me." Perhaps because of distraction, Jian Chengqi's fingers paused on the keyboard, and then continued to type, the speed was not as exaggerated as before.When he knocked, Gao Xinye, who was standing next to the chair, stood and watched silently, not knowing whether he was reading the document or the person who wrote it.Jian Chengxi didn't look up either, even though he was recording it again, he was soon immersed in that emotion. After writing down the part in the newspaper, he crouched in the corner next to him with the computer in his arms, and wrote down that part as well. There were only a few lines of writing on the other wall, and he knew what was written, so he didn't go there, but sat back at the desk and pushed the computer in front of Gao Xinye.

"So what did Song Qu see at the last time?" Gao Xinye asked, "Or did he not survive?"

Jian Chengqi raised his head and asked, "Do you want him to live?"

"Yes." Gao Xinye nodded again and again.

Jian Chengqi looked at him with a serious look, smiled and blinked his eyes several times.

Then he turned his head to face the computer and wrote down Lin Yuan's name.

They lay back together on the bed again, but this time on their backs.The living treasure was really a living treasure, it crawled on Jian Chengqi's lower abdomen all at once, and then went to nibble on Gao Xinye's clothes after a few minutes.They teased the live treasure, rubbed its hot underbelly and ears, and chatted.

Talk about the story of Song Qu and Lin Yuan.

To be honest, when Jian Chengqi wrote Song Qu that night, he really felt that if he didn't commit suicide, he would have to commit suicide himself.To a certain extent, Song Qu died for him. Now Song Qu is still alive, living with Lin Yuan, so he created these two characters. Be responsible to Song Qu and Lin Yuan.

Once again he puts the context before the war.Jian Chengqi will write that the two protagonists are of the same sex, but he doesn't like the third sex characteristic of abo in his stories.He really yearns for the last century before the global war broke out. Those 100 years are like the second renaissance, except that it did not happen in Europe, but in this land where the sub-ethnic people have grown up for generations.

"We look at 100 years ago now, just like medieval Europeans looked at ancient Greece and ancient Rome. The Middle Ages were dark and ruled by the church. But ancient Greece and Rome hundreds of years ago were prosperous in literature and art, equal and democratic. So There is the Renaissance. People want to live with dignity, which requires technology, literature, and art..."

He paused, looked at the gray ceiling, as if he was looking at the sky full of stars, and said, "Freedom."

"And we also had it. Just over 100 years ago, we had a golden age like the Renaissance in this land."

He was so yearning at first, and his breathing gradually changed from shortness of breath to calmness.

"Then the war broke out." He said with only the dilapidated ceiling in his eyes, "And then it became like this."

"Then..." Gao Xinye asked, "Is Song Qu also living in the golden age?"

Jian Chengqi was silent at first.He didn't think about the specific year, and if it was really in the golden age, Song Qu would have no reason to commit suicide.

"So he must have lived before the golden age," Jian Chengqi cleared the clouds and found a time to convince himself, "In 2019, he is 21 years old."

"2019?" Gao Xinye also thought about this year, "Then he is healthy and alive all the time, maybe he can see the golden age coming at the end of the 21st century."

"Yeah." Jian Chengxi nodded, "If he didn't die in 2019."

Gao Xinye exhaled heavily. Seeing his chest rise and fall so obviously, Huobao put his front hoof on it curiously, and swung his small tail from side to side.It doesn't know whether it is dead or not, it is happy enough to be accompanied by someone, and the milky "baa" in the milk also makes the conversation between the two dignified, but the tone of the speech is relaxed.

"But he has Lin Yuan, so he will definitely survive 2019." Gao Xinye turned sideways and put the treasure in the middle, so that Jian Chengqi could also touch it.

"Then do you think Lin Yuan can save him this time, every time?"

Gao Xinye said without hesitation, "Yes."

"Then you write it." Jian Chengqi smiled, and went to touch the wool.

"That won't work, that's your character and your story," Gao Xinye also smiled, "But can we not write so harshly, you used to only write about their separation for three years."

Jian Chengxi didn't understand at first, but soon, he recalled Gao Xinye's teasing in the tree cave four years ago.In addition to setting the background before the war, he also particularly likes to write about two people who are in love separated for three years. Gao Xinye means that he used to only paint life and separation. When it is Song Qu and Lin Yuan's turn, they are facing a farewell.

"But a student with Song Qu's character may indeed commit suicide just like that. Yes, he should be a student. There are some problems that only haunt people in their student days. If Song Qu is 31 or 41 years old, he It may not be so serious, the family and the society must accept his sexual orientation, he is only 21 years old, suicide was the only way out for him at that time."

"But he can go abroad, go to another environment with more freedom, and be with Lin Yuan." Gao Xinye suggested, "I think other readers will definitely hope that they are all alive and have a good life after reading this story."

"Of course it can be written like this." Jian Chengqi said.His indifferent attitude did not relax Gao Xinye at all, but made him more nervous.

"But I don't have any other readers." Jian Chengqi said calmly.

Peacefully hopeless.

"Any story I write can't be published. Since the members of our discussion group were targeted by the secret police, each of our names has also been blacklisted." He hooked his mouth helplessly, "During the interrogation they That is to say, in that group, apart from ordinary students like me and Liu Jiaan, there are also quite a few second-generation elites like Zhang Cheng, so this should have no effect on them."

"I thought I had been in prison, and I had changed my mind. But the fact is, even if I get out of prison, no matter what I write or how I write, no publishing house in the United States of America dares to print a book. Not only that, I am in the capital When I was in Beijing, the network I was using was constantly monitored. Once I published a topic on a literature website, the page would be 404 in two days. At that time, Fedor was also in the capital, and we had contact for several months. They have been teaching me how to write, and they also said that they can help me contact overseas publishing houses, but I... I write in Chinese."

"I wrote it in Chinese, but I have no choice but to publish it in the United States of America because I have been in prison."

He hugged the lamb and closed his eyes hopelessly.

"They won," he said, "I'm going to spend my life in this prison