Wildfire Mambo

Zhong Ci's mind was full of the song "Welcome To New York" that the car stereo just kept repeating. At that time, when he looked out from the car window covered with thin gray, only the sentence "So that's Manhattan" stuck in the center of his consciousness.

The smell of New York was mixed in the subway, and even a mouse the size of a cat jumped over his shoe. Zhong Ci was fascinated by the advertisement on the homeless man's head. The pop-style poster seemed to be A Hollywood movie or a Broadway opera.New York in the evening was brighter than Zhong Ci imagined, and he wondered if it was because the scale-like glass windows of the row upon row of buildings reflected golden light.

SW's show today is at terminal5, a livehouse in Manhattan's Hell's Kitchen area.

In the afternoon, just after Zhong Ci landed, he went to Flushing to put his luggage and ran over. It seemed that because he sat for too long, he felt that his body would make a clicking sound if he moved a little too much.

The admission time set in the notice is 07:30. Even if Zhong Ci arrived here almost an hour earlier, there was already a long line at the door, and the line was bent to one side. To his surprise, it was not just Asian or foreign students, at least half of the teenagers and girls of different skin colors.Whenever this happened, he would sincerely feel that Yu Jian was really amazing, although he could fully understand the significance of the platter show.

The chubby ticket inspector asked him to show his ID, and when he saw his age, he raised his head and exclaimed "wow" to him. Zhong Ci didn't understand what his words meant. He wore a bracelet of a different color from that of the big black brother who was wearing a bright yellow jacket next to him.

He asked in a daze what this meant, and the elder brother behind him shrugged and said that it was because he was under 21 years old, and he could not buy alcohol with this label.Zhong Ci felt that the eldest brother seemed to be a black Hispanic, and he spoke English with a familiar accent, and also included some vague words such as "amigo".

The line began to walk in, and before passing through the security check, he turned his eyes and looked back at the neon-flashing Manhattan. Under the melting of the water, the lights melted together, lighting up his entire field of vision.

The venue is very large, with three floors, bars and wildflowers bloom.Probably doing as the Romans do, SW's performance in the United States completely omits the greetings and hosts and other links, and starts singing on stage, the DJ is showing off his skills, and the people around Zhong Ci have already started to move, and there is a wave of * in the air. *Taste, seems to want to pile up all the happy elements at this moment.

The first person to appear on the stage was actually Yu Yan. He was wearing a blue tie-dye short-sleeved shirt today. The atmosphere was very good. Finding a stage to sing previous works, now that teenage Asian boy seems to be living in anger and shouting all the time.

Zhong Ci stood on the second floor, leaning on the cold fence, and soon heard Yu Jian calling the next singer, he just woke up from a dream, he even forgot to take out his mobile phone camera, his mind seemed to have been put aside The smell of smoke made me dizzy.Yu Jian's figure became smaller and smaller, and finally completely disappeared from his field of vision. Zhong Ci was not able to describe his current mood, and he listened to a few songs in confusion, but he didn't have to listen to the fare. thought, and swam out against the crowd in a dazed way, like a freak in a school of sardines.

There were many Ubers under the street lights, Zhong Ci wiped his eyes with his hand, trying to see which one was waiting for him.He took a few more steps to the left, got into the car, and was about to reach out to close the door, but felt that the door seemed to be stuck, and he couldn't pull it no matter how hard he tried.

Then the familiar blue tie-dye short sleeves appeared outside the car window, it was Yu Jian, it turned out to be Yu Jian, Yu Jian knocked on the glass, showed a joking smile, and sat in without any explanation.

Zhong Ci almost forgot how to breathe, staring blankly at the people around him.

Yu Jian blinked at him lightly, and smiled nicely, "Long time no see."

"62 days." Zhong Ci whispered.

Yu Jian raised his eyebrows in surprise, as if he had never met someone who counted days so rigidly and accurately.

"Where are you... going?" Zhong Ci thought that he had escaped from the show ahead of time and didn't call for a car. He hadn't driven far, and there was still time for Yu Jian to go somewhere else.

The car stereo seemed to be playing some kind of song. Yu Jian cursed in English, then suddenly took out a pair of airpods that were easy to carry from his pocket, leaned over and hung up one of the earphones. He put the other on his right ear, and put the other on his left ear, and his warm breath gently brushed the side of Zhongci's neck.

The moment the connection was successful, another song came out of the earphones. Zhong Ci looked down and met Yu Jian's serious eyes. Qing whispered in his ear, "The driver is playing Biggie, the song is as bad as a human, don't listen, listening to his song hurts your ears."

It seems that Yu Ji can’t hide his childishness in many aspects. He can also decide to irrationally resist all of his opponent Biggie because he regards 2pac as a hero, and even has the idea that “he must have murdered Tupac”. .

He doesn't look like a New Yorker at all, and Zhong Ci would think that if he didn't study in SVA, he would definitely move to the West Coast.Zhong Ci remembered that Yu Jian said in an interview that he didn't like New York. In this city, when he exhausted his life as a person and experienced the ups and downs, he turned out to be nothing to this cold city. Ripples couldn't swing out, which made him feel extremely small.After saying that, he raised his eyebrows at the camera conceitedly, saying that he should be born great.

It took a long time for Zhong Ci to find out that the song that Yu Yan Wuxin generously gave him that night was DoForLove by 2pac.So no matter where he is, Chengdu that does not belong to him or Quanzhou that is unfamiliar to him, as long as he hears this song, he can always think of New York on July [-] this year, and this bright night of Manhattan that keeps weightlessness.

Yu Jian didn't answer Zhong Ci's question, where is he going?Who knows where he is going.He leaned against the window, not wanting to talk much.In fact, he has not been in a good mood these past few days, and there are too many bad things.To be precise, his mood has only eased a little since the past hour, probably because he sang previous works that were not well received in China in this performance, and also because he actually saw the singer in New York. Fantastic little tattoo artist.

Zhong Ci is very different.It turns out that Yu Yan thought that he just didn’t look good in the tattoo studio at that time, but he could still stand out when he was thrown into the crowd. It seemed that there was some inexplicable magnetic field that isolated him from everything around him. , so the moment Yu Jian ran out from the backstage, he saw Zhong Ci's slender figure fainted under the street lamp, and the red maple on the side of his face was very beautiful.

Unexpectedly, just because of Yu Jian's scolding when he got into the car, the passionate driver sitting in front jumped completely. , probably nervously going back and forth around some gangster festivals and the issues of the east and west coast label beef, and finally caused him and Zhong Ci to be thrown to a street corner by the driver.

Before driving away, the driver threw down a growl, which probably meant "If I had a gun, I would definitely kill you", but Yu Jian actually laughed, the kind of laugh, he told Zhong Ci that the old man was really good Do you think you're a gangster? The recoil of firing a gun can break his osteoporotic wrist.

It's so rare to see a New Yorker who isn't focused on making money.Yu Ji also said that God was with him with blood.

Zhong Ci wasn't angry at all, but thought it was quite interesting to have such an experience.He looked around blankly, only to feel that he was completely held hostage by the buildings on both sides of the strait.

Seeing his sporadic confused expression, Yu Jian said, "We're on Wall Street."

He stepped forward and pointed to the tallest building opposite, and the golden color came out faintly: "Trump Tower."

Zhong Ci seemed a little embarrassed, he nodded hastily, and walked quickly in front of him alone, his boots rattling on the floor tiles.

"Where do you want to take me?" Yu Yan asked behind him happily.

Zhong Ci's steps paused, but he didn't look back, and heard Yu Jian say again, in a very sweet tone: "You are walking so fast, do you want to snatch my earphones and run away?"

It was only after he said the bell that he realized that Yu Yan’s earphones were still hanging on his ears. He blushed and took off the earphones and handed them back to Yu Yan, but Yu Yan didn’t look at him, and his eyes were glued to his body. In the shop next to him, the white light quenched his eyes very brightly, making him more like a child.

Yu Jian seriously thought about how long it had been since he was here last time, and without much hesitation, he grabbed Zhong Ci's arm and walked into the shop.Zhong Ci looked up in a daze, and it turned out to be a Nintendo store.The color saturation is very high, making Zhong Ci feel dazzled when he steps into it.

Yu Jian casually took a Mario hat from the shelf and put it on Zhong Ci's head. On his own head was Luigi's green baseball cap with a big "L" written on it. Woke up and said something nice, I don't know if it was a joke or a sincere statement.

Seeing Yu Yan go to the back of the game shelf, Zhong Ci blushed, straightened the baseball cap that was casually buttoned on his head, and then bowed slightly to look at himself in the mirror, and was called out by Yu Yan The moment he was caught, his whole body trembled with fright.

"I remember there is Skin God on the second floor." Yu Jian said as he stretched out his hand to pull Zhong Ci's arm and walked upstairs.Just after passing the last step, I saw a Pikachu waving in the middle. Yu Jian also took a photo with a strong nature, and boasted that the few photos he took in a row all took him very handsomely.

There are many experience areas on it, where some white people have to force themselves to look away from the addiction of operating the game menu, otherwise he will not be able to restrain his desire to go up and grab the controller.There was a shelf full of Pokémon balls. Yu Yan grabbed a Pokémon ball and a Master ball. He was a little dazed and said that he seemed to be dreaming back to his childhood. He also said that he started playing Pokemon from Leaf Green, his favorite The Pokemon he practiced was Geng Gui, and he asked Zhong Ci seriously if he had watched the anime. After reading it, he would know that Geng Gui was really cute.

Zhong Ci asked him if he would buy a doll or something to go back. Yu Jun replied rationally that Nintendo only deserves to make money on games, then picked up a Haoli doll, shook the label in front of Zhong Ci, and said, "What do you think?" Does he deserve this price? Anyway, it's either madeinChina or madeinBangladesh.

He listened to Yu Yan talking about Pokemon, Zelda, Kirby, the first NDS that was stored ashes under the bed, and the latest Switch that was in the bag yesterday.He couldn't answer, he just listened, and at times like this he was sad as hell, wondering why he didn't know anything about these things.Speaking of which, his life is really very dull. He hasn't played games much, and he doesn't have any special talents. It seems to be boring to a certain extent.Sure enough, he has always been an equal person, with neither bad grades nor bad personality. Except for his homosexuality, hearing impairment and weird birthmark, he has no special memories.

Zhong Ci in front of him showed the expression when he first met again, anxious, wet, and inexplicably sad, like a completely lost puppy, Yu Jian looked down at him a little helplessly, and stretched out his hand to stroke the back of his neck , I was still thinking about whether it was really inappropriate for me to hold Zhong Ci hostage like this, and I didn't expect Zhong Ci to be so afraid of him.After a pause for a while, Yu Jian said without thinking, "Thank you for coming with me."

Zhong Ci was completely flattered, and heard Yu Jian sincerely said: "I've been in a bad mood recently, but now I'm very happy. Fortunately, I got into your car at that time."

He walked out of the store again with Zhongci, and said that he had to order an Uber again, and he couldn’t let Zhongci experience the subway in New York, even if the night was gone. .

Zhong Ci didn't respond to the topic of the return journey, but just let Yu Jian wait at the door, and ran back to the store. When he came out again, he was carrying a big bag with the Nintendo logo printed on it, and it was full of dolls. Pokeballs and Gengars of various sizes.He hugged the bag into Yu Ji's arms again, and many soft things hit Yu Ji's body, even giving Yu Ji the illusion of being buried by a doll.

Zhong Ci showed an unusually sincere expression, and said, "Don't be unhappy."

Yu Jian suddenly felt as if his heart had been scratched by the fluffy feathers of some bird, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, he just stood there blankly on the crowded New York street.He had heard Lao Feng say that Zhong Ci seemed to be very short of money more than once, and even his own life was relatively poor, so when he met Zhong Ci in New York, he was shocked when he received a big bag of obviously not worthwhile gifts. It was the first budding emotion, and he even wondered which exact sector Zhong Ci's love should be divided into, whether it could be comparable to crazy groupies.

With so much investment, he is afraid that Zhong Ci will regret it in the future because of the act of "like Yu Dian".Inexplicably, Yu Jian didn't want to see such a situation happen.

With the idea of ​​reciprocating, Yu Jian asked Zhong Ci to drink something. Zhong Ci seemed to be no stranger to alcohol. He probably knew what ingredients were in the cocktails on the menu by looking at the names, which made Yu Jian judge Zhong Ci. Most likely, Ci also worked in a bar, but he probably wasn't a bartender, and his slender arms shouldn't be like making shakes often.

Zhong Ci held the cup and asked him why he was unhappy, and Yu Jian explained bluntly that it was his girlfriend who quarreled with him.The girl said that Yu Jian didn't care about her at all, of course Yu Jian couldn't empathize with the girl's fragility, but he liked her very much.In the 20 years of his life, he has never liked a girl so much.

I met her in MoMA, and behind her was The Starry Night, the only painting by Van Gogh in MoMA. The muse who was so addicted to the painting came out.

Zhong Ci lowered his eyes in a little confusion, and saw that the slice of lemon embedded in the rim of the glass of cocktail in his hand was drowned and fell blankly into the blue coke.

"I see, she will be happy now." Yu Jian laughed as if thinking of something, and reached out to catch Zhong Ci's wrist, "Do me a favor, Zhong Ci."

Zhong Ci looked up at Yu Ji, only to see Yu Ji raised his neck towards him, pointing to the blank skin on his left neck: "Help me write The Starry Night and her name."

Zhong Ci would feel that his hearing aid was malfunctioning, his throat seemed to be completely blocked by something, and the words he squeezed out were extremely dry: "...I thought you were not the type to tattoo your girlfriend's name on your body."

Yu Jian smiled shyly at him, unexpectedly innocent to the point of being like a teenager in love.He wrapped Zhongci's ice-cold hands again with his hands, "Trouble is troublesome, but there is no one in this world who understands me better than her."

There is not even any extra hesitation.good.He heard himself speak subconsciously.How could he refuse to be addicted?

The girl standing in front of the starry night will feel very beautiful just thinking about it.

MaL'amoreNo was playing in the store, singing the tough love of a beautiful girl on vinyl, Zhong Ci was about to cry, Zhong Ci didn't understand why he traveled half the world to come here, and in front of Yu Jian, it turned out that the only The role of this book is to help Yu addicted to engrave the frantic love that was like a climax when he first came.