[Fu Ba] love poem

Paris is the best city for love.The banks of the Seine are the perfect place for reunions and encounters.Do you feel the same way?Munakata saw Zhou Fang by the romantic river where they met for the first time. The famous painting master was sitting on the side of the street with an unshaven beard, painting portraits for passers-by.The spring is gone, and the green belt of the Seine River is behind him, unfolding the last scroll of the Paris Spring.His red hair is so eye-catching in the green spring, it is impossible not to pay attention to it.He was smoking a cigarette with a smirk on his face.Looking at Munakata looking at him across the street.His face loomed among the flocks of startled white pigeons.Just like when they first met.Zhou Fang was doing what all wandering painters do, making sketches for passers-by.But he painted very casually, simply too capriciously.Each painting is of the same face.Both men and women.It is reasonable for the customer to be angry, but this face is so handsome, it is impossible to be angry at such a beautiful portrait.Many young girls surrounded him with smiles, asking him to draw one, and then another.Munakata felt ashamed when he saw the portraits they held in their hands when they left.All the paintings are of him.He looks indifferent, angry, asleep, shy in unknown scenes.Munakata couldn't stand it anymore, he felt that if he didn't stop Zhou Fang, Zhou Fang would probably paint his nude portrait, maybe he would have done it long ago. "I won't be painting today, let's call it a day." Munakata stood handsomely by the easel in the attitude of a manager.The Parisian girls blew kisses to him as they walked away laughing. "Ha. Is it time to call it a day?" "First of all, I'm just passing by. And I don't look like you at all with such a disrespectful attitude towards customers." This is a duplicity, but Zhou Fang is actually the one who is disrespectful and dishonest. he thinks.Munakata pushed his glasses.It is the feast season when the spring is coming to an end, and the beautiful time of blooming flowers is everywhere.It's as if everything is singing wildly for the end of this recovery season.This delicate and handsome face is the most attractive scenery in the spring scenery of Huadu. "I almost drew it to the point where you called my name." "Do you want to do it? It's so far away." Zhou Fang talked to him carelessly while packing up his painting tools. "Barbarian."——Tell the heartfelt heart to countless people with countless pictures in my heart, so as to ignite the romance of the whole street, who else but Zhou Fang?No one else can be as domineering and gentle as him.They make love repeatedly in the past room. "Why don't you go home?" Munakata asked with difficulty in the pillow.Zhou Fang pressed him on the bed and did not let go.When they lived together in Paris ten years ago, they bought this apartment together, and Suo Fang also had the key.Fortunately, he thought that Zhou Fang would definitely return to this past home when he came to France to relax, and he still kept it in Japan for half a year.As a result, I flew over and saw that there was a thick pile of complete ash inside the house.He asked someone to clean up the room and lived in Paris for a month without seeing Zhou Fang.In the days that followed, God knows how many times he flew from Tokyo to Paris.Just to find this wild barbarian. "A place without you is not a home." Zhou Fang didn't allow him to be distracted, he gnawed his kissed lips on the snow-white back of his upper body.Munakata cried out unbearably. "Did you sign that Fushimi kid away?" After the work was finally over, their bodies were extremely tired, but the joy of reuniting after a long absence made them chatter continuously.The style of conversation remains unfriendly.It was in stark contrast to the enthusiasm on the bed. "You know the trends in the Japanese literary world very well." "Ha, although I'm here, I still called Yun." Munakata suddenly turned over, and Zhou Fang felt that he was stabbed in the eye by him. There are holes all over. "Ah, do you even eat his jealousy? Your jealousy really grows every year." Zong Xiang kicked him off the bed. "Savages."——What qualifications do people who kick people out of bed when they are unhappy with one sentence keep calling others barbaric?Zhou Fang was magnanimous and crawled back on the bed.Light a cigarette as usual. "The smell you like is still so vulgar and unpleasant." "Ha." Zhou Fang looked maliciously at the opposite bedside table, on which were Munakata's belt and cigarette case.Draw a card with him.Zongxiang stopped talking. "Hey, Lisi, don't you think those two boys are very similar to us in the past?" "Please don't compare me with you, I don't have the hobby of making random analogies like you." "The past is also for me, so I don't write Is it?" He is still like this, able to calmly speak words that make people's hearts turbulent.Smoking a bad-smelling cigarette, as if he didn't care about anything.Munakata breathed in the strong smell of tobacco silently.In the past, due to the entanglement of same-sex scandals, Zhou Fang's painting career was almost ruined.In this competitive art world, for young painters, any scandal is fatal.He has no other choice, sealing the pen is the best choice.He ran away because there was no need to discuss with Zhou Fang.A farewell is five years.Life in Tokyo was difficult at first, and Mr. Yu Zhang, the editor-in-chief of the S agency who was in charge of his publishing, helped him a lot. This discerning publisher ignored his willful closing of the pen and invited him to take up a job in the agency.Yu Zhang also mentioned to him that he would re-debut under a pseudonym, but he rejected it.This proposal is unfeasible, his writing style is too unique, and his readership is so small, once he comes out, it will be a matter of time before he is discovered.It’s okay not to write, there are only one or two things worth sacrificing in this world, and he has a lot of capital to sacrifice for.The haze of Zhou Fang's artistic career is gone, and everything is open.He resumed his ordinary life as a publisher.Reunited in Tokyo, he is the pride of heaven in the painting world, but he is just a novice on the road of publishing.Familiar and strange.When he saw the painting titled Sirius at a later art exhibition, his heart was no longer turbulent.That was his dead youth, left under Zhou Fang's brush.He has loved the right person at the right time.As long as he remembers, it's all worth it. "The matter of retiring was premeditated by you, right, Zhou Fangzun." Zhou Fang didn't speak, and gently rubbed his head with his hand. "Don't you think it's too much for those two young people?" "Ha, I didn't expect it to turn out like this." Zhou Fang really didn't expect things to turn into this step.He was originally a casual person, and when he signed a newcomer at the beginning, he just felt that the feeling of their co-authoring vaguely resembled the shadow of Munakata back then.He knew that they would be popular, but he didn't expect these two young people to be so outstanding.He had no choice but to bite the bullet and take one step at a time. Finally, he thought that he would stop painting if he was so great, and wander the world.Perfect ending.Retirement was as he wished, but it did irreparably damage a new generation of writers.Now Munakata is still cleaning up the mess for him, as if he owes his life to him.He thought that many people must have owed him debts in his previous life, that's why he was so willful and lucky in this life.What can be done?Life is unpredictable like the tide. "If you don't grind, you can't make gold. If you have the talent of pearls, you have to endure the pain of pearls." Just like them back then. "In addition to causing trouble, I really want to know what is in your rude mind." "What's the matter, I can only paint for you in the future."...Only paint for him?Still such an arrogant statement.Didn't even ask him if he wanted it. "Aren't you asking me what I've been up to lately, Reiji?" "I'm not interested in a rough and disorderly life at all. I'm going to sleep, and I'm going back to Tokyo tomorrow afternoon." Zhou Fang was a little surprised.The ash fell, and he caught it with his hands, gasping for air from the heat. "The agency has just signed a newcomer, and I have stayed in Paris for a month. I should go back when I see you." This is telling the truth, because the speaker fell into a deep sleep in less than a minute.His iceberg beauty is still like this, her life is full of order, and she is so rational that there is no room for error.Zhou Fang looked down at his lover's sleeping face from the moonlight leaking in from the curtain.Upright and beautiful, like a docile dove, even Time loves him so much that he is reluctant to leave any marks on his face.His decisions are correct and will always be correct.The beauty of reason and order is just like the world of words written by him back then.Met him, loved him, and left.Their relationship was like an ember, ticking away in a dark corner for years.Even though I don't know what I'm still afraid of.He also knew how hard Munakata had been in the past ten years.It is already the most painful Ling Chi to silence a genius writer for life.Munakata has paid enough for him.He had already ruined the most beautiful period of youth in the past, and there was no reason for him to ruin his present life for himself.There is no reason for him to pay everything for the rest of his life.Quite right.

tbc.