Wildfire Mambo

The fast wind whistled in the ears, and turned into a muffled sound through the helmet. Mira reached out and grabbed the thin fabric of the sweater on the shoulders of the person in front of her, suddenly feeling very dazed.

"Jane Zhuo." She yelled, but Jian Zhuo in front seemed to be distracted to look at the map of Gaode carefully, and didn't hear it.

Mira wanted to say forget it, she didn't really want to go.Just now in SW, Jian Zhuo has been soft-spoken towards her for a while, as if it was his own business.In fact, it was like this at first, making it seem like how much she was afraid of the company's rules and regulations. After all, the person who hindered her from going to that invitation was herself.

"Sister!" Jian Zhuo turned her head slightly and called her, "Why is the road blocked ahead!"

Probably because he is focusing on repairing some public facilities, the map has not been updated in time, the road conditions are far from the map now, Jian Zhuo rode a motorcycle at the intersection of the road surrounded by gray wooden sheds, listening to the cold The girl said "You have arrived near the destination", only feeling confused.

Mira rolled over from the back seat at the intersection of the red light, and returned the helmet to Jian Zhuo. She didn't say a word, her eyes wandered, and she didn't know where to look.

"She said we're here?!" Jian Zhuo expressed confusion to Mira.

Mira said casually, the hotel is the hotel behind that building.

"The changes here are messy, how do you know?"

Mira thought to herself that this place was originally chosen by herself.

The surrounding traffic is sluggish, and it is probably one of the few places that can bear the title of "suburb". They stood under the blue and green flashing light sign of the convenience store, and when the signal light on the other side changed from red to green, Mira suddenly said: "Go back Bar."

Her expression became less comfortable than usual, and she repeated again: "Go back to Jian Zhuo."

Jian Zhuo took off his helmet, frowned and stared at her lightly, then locked the car at the door of the convenience store, grabbed Mira's arm, and said, sister, don't keep regretting things.

Mira slowly closed her eyes, like a kind of helpless acquiescence, walking diagonally behind the hot-tempered Jian Zhuo, as if it was Jian Zhuo who was rushing to bomb the scene and not her.

Bypassing the building made of blue-gray glass, you can see the beautifully decorated wedding venue in the distance, and the flower baskets decorated with pink and white flowers are lined up from the entrance of the hotel to the edge of the road.

She forcefully stopped Jian Zhuo's reckless behavior of going straight in without an invitation, and walked into the hotel alone.She also looked strange when she walked in, wearing the usual loose fluorescent color sweater and sweatpants, and her short black hair was not even covered by a hat.

Mira would think that she didn't plan to come, if she knew that Jian Zhuo was such a nosy, she should dress up before being dragged by Jian Zhuo.Entering this venue with an abrupt dress and a strange identity, she is the number one villain in the universe.

Jian Zhuo sat on the Yamaha with his helmet in his arms. He originally thought that he would have to wait for a long time, for example, until the wedding piano music with a little bit of religious seriousness from this hotel was played twice on No. 70.

But 10 minutes later Mira was already in front of him, no, maybe not even 10 minutes.

Surprisingly, Mira looked much more relaxed than before.It's not like Jian Zhuo thinks, tears streaming down his face or furious.It's like a string that has been stretched for a long time has finally broken, leaving behind endless ease and endless paleness.

On their way back, Jian Zhuo didn't ask anything, but Mira asked him, "Have you seen a movie with an actor named Cheng Qingzhong?"

"I don't like watching movies, so maybe I don't know." Jian Zhuo replied, "Who is that, is it famous?"

After that Mira didn't speak anymore, but her body was trembling slightly, Jian Zhuo knew that she was crying.

The sound of the wind was muffled and sharp, and was left behind by the speed of the motorcycle, like a cry that was infinitely elongated.

That day an actor named Cheng Qingzhong died.

But this news was seen by Jian Zhuo on the social media, and it was said that it was a wedding falling down a building.

He suddenly remembered what Mira asked him in the evening, and searched the Internet for this almost unfamiliar name.

Probably because the name is special and there is no news of the same name, so the accumulated content is less than one page.

It wasn't until seeing this name appearing in the activity content of the show that Jian Zhuo really understood that maybe that Cheng Qing was really an actor after all.

It was a self-made short story near the time of graduation. It’s been almost ten years. It seems to be a competition organized by the school. The short story is called "Winter". awards.

Cheng Qing finally looks very clean, which is a euphemism for "relatively ordinary", not tall, but with a good demeanor.Although cruelly speaking, there is probably no star appearance.Jian Zhuo saw this boy walking towards the camera in a snowless winter, smiling contagiously, sporadic smiles filled the corners of his eyes, and he didn't know who he was looking at.

Regarding that death, the wedding video ceremonially recorded everything. Those fearless marketing accounts on the Internet are spreading this bloody and sad video in private, and there are also many people who admire others with curiosity. of death.

The moment she saw the thumbnail, Jian Zhuo already realized that it was the hotel they went to in the evening.He felt his eyelids twitch, and he clicked on the video, and someone cut it off, leaving only the moment when Cheng Qing stood on the top floor and jumped down.Jian Zhuo was too dazed when faced with such a situation, so that in the end he only remembered the wedding piano music played behind his back.

Not when they go.Jian Zhuo noticed that the news broadcast was after the wedding, and what about Miss Mira...does she even know?

Jian Zhuo is a person with a strong empathy ability, at this moment he is even a little hard to breathe, the agitation caused by heart palpitations shakes in his ears.

He would think about what Mira would be thinking at this moment, and what he should do if this happened to him.

In the next few days, Jian Zhuo failed to contact Mira successfully, she never answered her WeChat calls, and she never came to the company, so she was just doing what she wanted, how could she not be able to do something like skipping work.This made Jian Zhuo almost call the police, but Wen An assured him that he would be fine. Although he was still skeptical, after all, Wen An and Mira had worked together for a long time, so it was not up to him to say they knew each other.

It wasn't until he finished the feat lyrics for NANCI's new single, and on the night when he went to the SW recording studio to record, Mira unexpectedly came.Everything seems to be back on track, and Mira still looks like usual, she doesn't care about anything, but she also cares about everything.

At that time, Jian Zhuo had just quarreled with the sleepy producer, because he felt that he was out of breath just now and wanted to re-record, but the man insisted that he could not hear any difference twice, which made Jian Zhuo feel that he was being negative sabotage.

The producer called Wen An angrily, and the words in his mouth were ugly.Jian Zhuo calmed down and began to think about his own problems, and began to doubt whether it was because his flow did not follow the melody.He was lying on the railing anxiously, scratching his hair, holding the thin sheet of lyrics paper, turning his head slightly, and saw another person walking beside him.

"Sister Mira..." Jian Zhuo vaguely chewed those unpalatable throat lozenges between his teeth, and exclaimed.

"Not confident?" Mira looked at him, then asked.

"Why are you here?" Jian Zhuo frowned, and pressed his whole body against the railing: "It's just that you're fine."

"What can be the matter." Mira said lightly, and lit the cigarette as casually as they did when they first met.

"I thought……"

"What do you think I'm doing? Die for love?" She laughed, her eyebrows were flying, as if she really didn't care, "Sooner or later, sooner or later, he will definitely be like this, but no one knows where the predetermined ending is."

"It seems that he is really a person with a strong sense of ritual, and he has to choose a big day when he dies."

Jian Zhuo pursed her lips and asked why.

"It's a very common trouble, you have it, I have it, maybe everyone has it." Mira seemed to be able to understand: "He realized that he didn't have talent, and he didn't have enough ability to support his ambition, which made him feel painful. Maybe for For people in creative professions, this is enough to kill.”

Jian Zhuo is still puzzled: "I was admitted at the beginning, so I don't think I don't have enough ability."

"It's too difficult." Mira said, "There are so many students who plunge into this circle without hesitation every year. How many of them do you know in the end? Just like I asked you, many people, have you seen the movie about the end of life? They all just say, no, are you famous?"

"I thought maybe I was the only person in the world who had seen his movies." Mira said, "I realized later that it is really difficult to be remembered, and some people can't do it even if they try their best. And He can live in pain for many years for this matter, and finally choose to die unwillingly."

"Why do you want to separate again?" Jian Zhuo would think selfishly, if that Chengqing was really in such pain, then the lover who was with her at that time would also leave, and she would probably be really isolated and helpless.

"It's painful, it's too painful." Mira said, "When I first fell in love with him, I was 16 years old and ran from my hometown to Shanghai. He obviously couldn't support me but he didn't want me to go out and work hard... …But when I don’t quarrel because of life, that is the happiest time in my life. You may not understand, the rented house is terribly noisy, there are still gaps in the door, and there are many messy footsteps coming and going. We would sit on the balcony and finish the cigarettes separately, and at that time he would say that he must wait until he became famous before telling the fans all over the country about my identity, otherwise I would be afraid of making a mistake. Of course I said yes, Well, as long as you are happy, I don't care, you can be a big star's concubine."

"Then it's those vulgar plots. It's so frustrating to live together. I'm chained at home every day. I'm not a dog." Mira watched the soot falling into the wind, "...I can't bear him, But being together will only hurt each other, bit by bit obliterate the happiness and beauty that have been preserved through untold hardships... Sometimes I will wonder whether I love the days when I fell in love with him more than I love him. itself. Then I ran away, taking with me the eight years I actually lived.”

Jian Zhuo was stunned for a while, and only said softly: "Isn't it better not to be together at first?"

But Mira shook her head and smiled at him: "Didn't your teacher teach you that the process is more important than the result?"

"I think that many true loves in this world will probably never come together, but the process is not unnecessary. At least I left a winter, and that winter, he held my hand."

The cigarette holder was bitten into a flat line, and Mira's eyes were suddenly red, and the eyeliner was slightly blurred, looking very embarrassed: "Jian Zhuo, thank you, thank you for taking me to see him that day. Otherwise, I would really be like you As I said, I regretted it until the second before I died."

It was the first time for Jian Zhuo to see Mira like this. She was a little unbearable and confused. Such a familiar stranger in the city showed a defenseless and painful posture in front of him. She wiped her face, her movements were a little messy, and then Picking up the lyrics paper in Jian Zhuo's hand, as if thinking of something, he said seriously: "You must not be like that. I think you like to dig into corners when you do these things."

Jian Zhuo didn't answer, and didn't really listen to Mira's words.He was more immersed in the matter itself, and he didn't have the slightest thought to draw the branch towards himself.

He began to feel a little confused, which lasted the whole night when he returned to the hotel.Whenever this time, he would miss Zhou Shuchen very much, and he was very grateful for his presence.He knew that what Zhou Shuchen brought to him was far from repeated winters, spring, summer, autumn and winter, flowers, birds, romance, and more. The spring equinox was also sent into his palm.