why are they still in love

Passengers in first class can get off the plane first, but Xiao Chining doesn't intend to take advantage of this money-bought right, because he doesn't really want to see Xiao Zhaoshan right away.

If Xiao Zhaoshan really did what he promised, he would drive to pick him up.

On the first night back to Beijing, Xiao Chining inevitably lay in bed with insomnia until four o'clock.It wasn't sudden. In fact, he had already taken precautions. It was only nine hours before take-off that he had to force himself to think about the meaning of "going home".

The capital is good and the capital is wonderful. There are so many students and young people with aspirations who sharpen their heads and want to get under the feet of the emperor. Even if they are trampled into the mud by this city, they will have no regrets.They come here to make friends and talk about their ideals, earn real money, spend real money, and look like dogs in suits, take off their clothes and roll together.

But what is Xiao Chining here for?

First, he doesn’t need friends, second, he doesn’t have lofty ideals, third, he doesn’t lack money, and fourth, he doesn’t want to indulge in money. In Hangzhou, he went to a bar with a few art students whom he met for half an hour to smoke hookah, and saw prostitutes with heavy make-up jumping and undressing with E-cup silicone. Dance, and before the prostitute took off the purple veil around his waist, he blocked those buddies who laughed so much that they hadn't smelled feminine in 800 years and never contacted them again.

This kind of art students, if they really want to learn it, they are fucking ruining beauty.If Xiao Zhaoshan also had this kind of aesthetics, he would definitely sever the father-son relationship with him immediately.

So, why did I come to Beijing?Standing at the exit of the airport, Xiao Chining asked himself again.

Xiao Zhaoshan would wish to have his son. If Qiu Yin hadn't emphasized to them three times that he had to go back to the place where he registered for the college entrance examination, probably Xiao Zhaoshan and Chi Yan would never have taken the initiative to mention it in their lifetime.

They really forgot.

It doesn't matter to Xiao Chining, if the mountain is not mine, I will go to the mountain.He struggled to stuff the 29-inch suitcase into the trunk, patted the ashes on his hands, and asked the driver to go to the west city.

In the past 16 years, the old man was always thinking about the doom hanging over his head, and he would not let him go far away. The farthest place he has been to is Suzhou. He took the high-speed train for an hour and a half, and went back and forth in the same day.

So when he found the home of Xiao Zhaoshan and Chi Yan according to the address given by Qiu Yin, and sat on the suitcase waiting for the two of them to come and lead him into the community at a certain moment, Xiao Chining had the illusion that he was actually here Tourists are not waiting for their parents, but the owner of the homestay with the key to the house. After staying for two or three days, they will go back to Hangzhou and continue to live under house arrest.

But the moment he saw Xiao Zhaoshan with his own eyes, Xiao Chining woke up.

Like the opening of a drama, the car window slowly lowered, revealing the delicate face of the actor, from forehead to eyes, from bridge of nose to lips, from chin to Adam's apple.Xiao Zhaoshan appeared on the stage wearing a white shirt with a wooden button sewn on the left chest, the cuffs were rolled up to the forearm, his elbow rested on the window side, and the other hand was still holding the steering wheel. The 41-year-old man was not even impatient. walk in the courtyard.

"Why did you come back without saying hello?"

Xiao Chining really woke up.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?"

Xiao Chining was drowsy again.

He was baked salty by the sunlight at two o'clock in the afternoon in July, and he couldn't tell if this was the continuation of that dream.

Did Xiao Zhaoshan go to the airport to wait for him?

If he had only heard the first sentence just now, he would have a lot to refute.For example, "Master Guanche said hello 17 years ago, you don't remember who to blame", or, "I can go wherever I want, come here if I want to, you can control me".

But Xiao Zhaoshan was waiting for him, and he didn't know how to answer this question.

"boarding."

Fortunately, Xiao Zhaoshan was not curious about his answer.

Xiao Chining carried the [-]kg suitcase into the trunk by himself, and subconsciously went around to the front row and sat in the co-pilot.After the car door was closed, Xiao Zhaoshan raised the window, and the smell of Xiao Zhaoshan in the car instantly became stronger.

It was a faint scent of sandalwood, which Xiao Chining discovered for the first time.There is no sense of smell in the dream, and he was so close to Xiao Zhaoshan only in that dream.

This guy is quite flamboyant.Xiao Chining was disdainful, and lowered the window on his side without saying a word.

Suddenly the wind picked up again, sandalwood drifted away, there was no music and no radio, the father and son were in the same space but no one spoke, the air was as humid as the night before the storm, apart from the sense of strangeness that was on the verge of a sword, there was inexplicable anger that was still brewing.

No one mentioned that he should call him "Dad", Xiao Chining thought, if Xiao Zhaoshan asked so, then he would be a scum to the letter.

He hoped that Xiao Zhaoshan would be a scumbag, so that his anger would find a reason to explode.

These days, where can he find such a good son who only makes trouble out of reason?

However, Xiao Zhaoshan didn't have any demands on him.

Without changing his shoes, Xiao Zhaoshan took him into the house, pointed out which bedroom it was, then turned and left, without asking what he was going to do later, what he was going to do tomorrow, or what he planned to do before school started. What, don't ask what he plans to do in the future.Ask nothing.

The suitcase was confiscated, and the water was not drunk, so Xiao Chining took a shower first.The bedroom Xiao Zhaoshan pointed out to him was the master bedroom on the first floor, with a quite spacious bathroom, but it was a pity that it didn't even have shampoo and body wash. It seemed that no one had ever lived in it, and the nanny didn't care.

He stood naked in front of the mirror and wiped his hair, and the mirror reflected a thin and fair body.Xiao Chining moved closer, turned slightly sideways, and routinely re-read the words above the right shoulder blade: "just forboring, just for fun".

This sentence was tattooed on the second day after he turned 17. At that time, the tattoo artist spread out the pattern booklet in front of him and asked him what style and font he wanted. He closed the booklet without even looking at it, and said directly: "It's enough to be alone."

The tattoo artist didn't understand: "Poison?" and sang, "'You are so poisonous, you are so poisonous, you are so poisonous, poisonous, poisonous'?"

Xiao Chining smiled: "That's okay."

So every vertical line of the last English sentence is painted as if it is about to melt, the tail is drawn very long, and the tattoo artist proudly boasts: "This is dripping venom."

Xiao Chining was so happy that he transferred an extra 1000 yuan to him when he checked out.

The old man doesn't know about this until now, and the day she knows about it is probably the third world war.After all, in her mind, a tattoo means that this person is rotten, hopeless, and destined to be a young and Dangerous boy for the rest of his life.He was too lazy to watch the old man go crazy.

Picking up a set of clean clothes from the suitcase, Xiao Chining put on his clothes and walked around the home of Xiao Zhaoshan and Chi Yan.

Just like the model room, the windows are bright and clean, flashy and unreal, cold and boring, and you can’t see some traces of life until you go up to the second floor: the ashtray that has been poured with ashes on the round table in the open-air garden but hasn’t had time to clean it, I don’t know if it’s Xiao Zhaoshan or Chi Yan cut it out and put it away A cluster of dying hydrangea next to it, a thin quilt in the master bedroom, a charger not removed from the socket in the study room, a computer on standby, and a wooden bookcase full of books.

Xiao Chining glanced at them, and recognized that these were basically Xiao Zhaoshan's collections, either thick collections of paintings, monographs on art theory, or English periodicals and literary works that he couldn't understand.

There was nothing he was looking for.

He walked back to the desk and picked up the only photo of Xiao Zhaoshan and Chi Yan that he found in this large duplex. Xiao Zhaoshan put his arms around Chi Yan's shoulders. The yellow rainy day made the two of them fine. smiling on London Bridge.

Xiao Chining was expressionless, turned the photo on the table, turned around and walked out of Xiao Zhaoshan's study, next to Chi Yan's study, but he had no interest in an entrepreneur's business, what he was looking for was Xiao Zhaoshan painting.

Five or six years ago, he saw a painting "Moon Night in the Forest" on the Internet. In the painting, there was a small pond reflecting the shadows of trees and the swaying moon. It was Xiao Zhaoshan's work when he was 24 years old.

For some reason, he couldn't forget it for a long time.

Maybe it was because Xiao Chining didn't exist in this world at that time.

He came to the door of the last room on the second floor and pressed the handle, but the door failed to open smoothly.Looks like it's here.

It is said that Xiao Zhaoshan has not published any paintings for 15 years, and his gallery is full of other people's paintings.They were really husband and wife, and the artist also fell into the rut and became a businessman.

Xiao Chining happened to read a review article he wrote for an authoritative official account. Apart from the piles of academic vocabulary, there was not a single bit of what the media was touting, the so-called "natural loneliness, insightful silence".

A businessman can be wise, but he is not worthy of being alone.That's how Xiao Chining believed with certainty.