Freedom

The fine pieces of snow stained the boy's black hair, and the mountain was covered with snow, which seemed to have washed away the dust from the boy's body.

Mu Zhou clenched the corners of his lips, and walked along the river bank step by step. The river was already flowing slowly, and a thin layer of ice had formed near the bank.

He didn't run anymore, the eagerness when he came and the panic when he discovered the truth had been quietly shed at some point.

He walked peacefully, like a silent shadow.

Mu Zhou didn't have any thoughts in his mind, but he unconsciously passed the shadows of countless people.

Bai Lu stroked his hair, the knuckles were still stained with bright yellow paint.

"This is for painting reflections on the sea."

He was still young at that time, and he didn't remember the appearance of that painting, but only remembered the smell of turpentine lingering in his nose, which was warm.

It tastes like the small paintings in Lu Qi's diary.

In the future, let's go to the sea with him. The two of you can watch the sunrise and sunset on the deck, the sparkling water on the sea, and the shadows of the stars at night.

The wind in the mountains is very cold and hard, mixed with snow particles flying.Mu Zhou couldn't see the way ahead, his skin was frozen in the cold wind and he lost all feeling. Strangely, he could still feel the coolness of the Haibo bracelet on his wrist against his skin.

Under the bracelet, there is a beautiful scar that was kissed by him.

Mu Zhou suddenly wanted to laugh, a kind of heartfelt, soft warmth climbed up like a vine, as if the past that he had been fearing and repelling for a long time had finally taken root in his life.

He is like a floating dust, lost in joy, in suffering, in the hearts of thousands of people, and now he has finally settled on that person's eyelashes.

Mu Zhou's footsteps became more and more brisk, and the camera that was always in sync with him captured every detail of his expression without missing a beat.

Wu Dao silently watched the picture uploaded on the screen, the tea was already cold, but the corners of the boy's mouth were slightly bent.

Seemingly elated and enthusiastic.

It turns out that when such a person looks back on the past, it is not only misery and desire to escape, but also calm and so vivid and beautiful.

Director Wu admitted that he had selfish motives in choosing Mu Zhou for this film. Although he didn't know the specifics, he knew a little about Mu Zhou's growth environment.Therefore, the tone of this play has been black from the beginning, and it is a heart-warming horror story.

But at this moment, Mu Zhou seems to have added a layer of soft light to this movie, no longer bloody, but telling him that time is not just the hand of murder, but also the hand of lovers.

It seems that no matter when you turn around, at the beginning and end of the river of life, there is someone waiting tenderly.

The snowflakes are all over the shoulders, and it is still intentional to brush them off.

There will still be things other than cruelty that fall into our eyes.

After filming this movie, Mu Zhou took a long vacation and planned to go to some places with Lu Qi.

They stopped in sunny Paris, went to Bailu's school, and found the tree that Bailu planted.

It was a white birch, tall, thin and straight. The sign on the tree said, the planter: LuBai, and the name of the tree: freedom.

The tree has grown very tall, the leaves are green and wide, the sun is lingering on it, and the wind blows it is golden, as if it does not know worries.

The school was next to the Seine River, and they sat in the open-air cafe on the bank all afternoon, the sun was lazily shining down, and the river surface was sparkling and dazzling.

After that they took a long cruise to Iceland.

On the way, I encountered a jelly-like sea, blue and green, the temperature on the sea was gentle, and occasionally I heard sharp whales.

Mu Zhou and Lu Qi stood on the deck, with the humid sea breeze blowing through their foreheads, a dolphin jumped into the sea in the distance.

"Now I know why my mother likes the sea." Mu Zhou said.

"why?"

"Because no one can find her here," Mu Zhou said, "at any time, they open their arms to her, but they don't force her, just wait for her quietly. Her soul can go to the ocean along the ocean current. Far away, that is her freedom."

Iceland, Myrdas Icefield.

The howling wind brushed past his ears sharply, scraping his exposed skin like a knife.

Frozen ravines criss-crossed in the distance, and the black soil was frozen in the solid blue ice, showing a solemn blue-gray color.The loud sound of the slow-moving glaciers mixed with the sound of the wind is awe-inspiring.

"Lu Qi, look at this." Mu Zhou picked up a large piece of ice and held it in front of his eyes.

"Where did you dig it out?" Lu Qi was a little dumbfounded.

"It was left on the side of the road, and I picked it up as soon as I picked it up, and it wasn't frozen at all." Mu Zhou wore thick gloves, but he didn't feel the ice was cold, "I want to take it back. "

"Okay, let me hold it for you." Lu Qi took it, "However, it's okay to be so cold now, but it will definitely melt when I go back to the hotel later."

"It's okay, maybe it will be cleaned up in the car." Mu Zhouman said indifferently.

"Then you still have to take it with you?"

"Well, take it." Mu Zhou affirmed.

Melting into your temperature is also his freedom.

The author has something to say: I have finally finished writing, and when I get older, there will be one more article in the column.

In fact, the original idea would be be, and the be version still has [-] words lying on my computer.But halfway through the writing, I felt that I was writing a novel because I wanted to write some luck and opportunities that might not be available in three times, and I didn’t want to write about the tragedies that are everywhere.

All in all, I'm glad it's finished.