Chapter 8 Chapter.05 1998 Summer Solstice·Jibu·Sunny Sky

What does summer look like in your memory?The weak heat, the dense dusk, and the golden rays of the setting sun falling on Fu Xiaosi's eyelashes.And Lu Zhiang's smile. In the previous summers, his smile was like a loud singing voice full of appeal, which made people feel warm in the morning and evening.But in this winter, Lu Zhiang's smile still has gentle lines, but he no longer opens his mouth wide, making a laugh that can be heard even from far away.Now Lu Zhiang usually smiles quietly, his eyes are narrowed, when he laughs, spring is about to wake up. The current Lu Zhiang is no longer the Lu Zhiang of a year ago, he has become like a sensible big boy, wearing a school plus size black uniform, with short layered hair, thick black eyebrows, and occasionally wearing a dress to give speeches at school celebrations The appearance is more like a young corporate elite.It seems that it is difficult to describe him in terms of a boy.

Calm, calm, gentle, tolerant, these words that are difficult to match with eighteen years old can even be used on him. If he has a younger sister, that girl should be the happiest person in the world. And what about Fu Xiaosi?What should be used to describe him?Cat?winter?Snow on pines and cypresses?Unsolvable functional equation?An irreversible chemical reaction that cannot be heated or catalyzed?Anyway, a weirdo. When Lu Zhiang changes day by day, he seems to always walk through the four seasons with that calm side face, no matter when he is speaking, thinking, distracted, or angry, his face is always expressionless, only occasionally slightly wrinkled Frowning, like the deepest lake in spring is suddenly folded by the wind.But if you experience it carefully, you can still see his changes. If Lu Zhiang has undergone earth-shaking changes like the world from chaos to clarity and back to chaos, then Xiao Si is like the slow uplift of the earth's crust for thousands of years. People can't detect it, but when you look back one by one, the once vast tide has long been covered with green shallow grass, and the alternate seasons of dry and prosperous announce the four seasons.

Also met, I don't know if she is good or not. Many times I feel that the departure of Yu met is like a joke made by God with himself.I thought I had found the other half of my soul, but now it was torn from me in a bloody mess.Many nights I dreamed of meeting that stubborn face.She said: "I'm not lonely, I'm just alone, it's good that I'm alone in my world, it's already lively enough." That was the saddest thing she ever said to me. and I?What am I like after summer after summer in Asakawa?Sometimes thinking about how the days go by so quietly, but I don’t care about it, this should be the most frustrating thing, right?

Thinking about such a question, Li Xia walked back from the school's water room with the hot water bottle that had just been filled. On both sides are deep camphor.There are also sporadic sycamores and birches with only sharp branches left. The wind blows over and leaves a few yellow leaves, which dissolve in the thick night in a flash. It's already ten o'clock in the evening.The water room also closed the door after it was filled with boiling water in Lixia.So on the road leading to the dormitory, I was the only one. Slow uphill. The night weighed heavily on the tops of the trees and lamps.It was as if a big black quilt had come down from the sky without thinking.Li Xia walked slowly, his heart was full of sadness.

It seems that only at this age can we have such rich feelings, turbulence, and extravagance. Exams before the winter break are still extremely painful.Because of his good foundation in mathematics, Lixia scored much higher than other liberal arts students. But she still couldn't pass Fu Xiaosi's exam. Looking at Fu Xiaosi's report card, Li Xia would always sigh and say, "You are such a magical species." In fact, no matter in which aspect, as long as he thinks of him, the first word that pops up in Li Xia's mind is "miracle".And another miraculous species is Lu Zhiang, after Fu Xiaosi chose liberal arts, he became the number one science subject in the whole year as expected.Every time Li Xia saw the two of them, he wanted to reach out and pinch their necks.

Who said God made man fair?Meet his big head ghost. Last class before holiday. Time crawls slowly along the axis of coordinates, and the sunlight slackly draws its trajectory. The flashback image in my mind is still the phoenix flower festering in the abundant rain in August, turning into a brilliant red all over the place.But in front of me, it was so dry and cold that there was almost no moisture in the whole winter. Sometimes when I touched my face, I felt that I had touched a lime wall that had been in disrepair for a long time. In fact, it should have been a holiday a long time ago, and the school insisted on adding half a month of make-up time to the third year of high school.Although the Board of Education repeatedly ordered the prohibition of make-up classes, as long as the school requested, the parents would not even report to the school, and it was too late to respond enthusiastically. They also exchanged thoughts in private:

"Asakawa No. 1 Middle School is indeed a first-class school." "Yeah, look at the children from other schools, they go home to play so early on vacation, and their hearts are wild." "I heard that Lao Zhang's daughter in the mail room has been on vacation for a week, and she is out with a bunch of dubious bums every day." "Yeah, what a crime..." The "true perpetrators" should be the students of Asakawa No. 1 Middle School. Li Xia lay on the table, the focus of his eyes fell on the sky outside the window.The setting sun quickly sank towards the horizon, and while sinking, it scattered, like egg yolk being mixed and spread to the whole sky, and the whole sky was burning hazyly.

Some classes leave school early, Lixia saw Lu Zhiang walking towards Lixia's classroom with his schoolbag on his shoulders and his head bowed. All the students running in a hurry shook into blurred and elongated rays of light, but he was the only one who was so clear that nothing could be seen. The sunlight flowed slowly and evenly on his body, and then found various gaps to seep in, as if absorbed into the young man. body of. Fantastic species. Can absorb solar energy. No wonder the grades are so good. No wonder it's so tall. ... A series of funny thoughts appeared in every corner of the brain.Looking back at Fu Xiaosi, he still had a calm side face, staring at the blackboard intently, frowning slightly, and bit the pen in his hand.Li Xia spread out the note in his hand and read it again. It was passed by Xiao Si not long after class started, and on it was his clear handwriting: Wait for me after school.

Wait for me after school.Read it again, very simple sentence, can't read any fresh meaning.Looking back at the playground, Lu Zhiang's shadow was no longer visible, a large group of students after school swarmed out from the corridor to the playground.Lixia inexplicably thought of the drain of the sewer, what a strange idea. The teacher who taught history seemed to know that this was the last class before the winter vacation, so he desperately procrastinated.Seventeen minutes after the get out of class bell rang, the history teacher said, "Let's stop here for today."Li Xia couldn't help but muttered in his heart, "Then what do you want to talk about".

When the schoolbags were packed, there was almost no one in the classroom. Lixia turned around and saw Fu Xiaosi was still packing the schoolbags, his expression unchanged for thousands of years. He always does things slowly, sometimes Li Xia feels that the world is running fast, while Fu Xiaosi lives in another world. Nervous, flustered, frightened, impatient, such words will not appear in his life script, he seems to be able to pack his schoolbag so expressionlessly until the end of the world.When he was putting the red English book into his schoolbag, Lu Zhiang, who had been sitting outside in the corridor listening to music with earphones, carried his schoolbag and swayed into the classroom, walked to the podium, jumped and then sat down on the podium.

"You are still so slow, you haven't changed for three years, and you still claim to like Sonic Boy." Lu Zhiang said. Li Xia wanted to laugh a little, not because he thought what Lu Zhiang said was funny, but because it was really surprising that people like Fu Xiaosi liked Sonic Boy, because a person with such a cold tone like him should like rock music like Van Gogh like Mo Nai is more normal. Fu Xiaosi likes Sonic Boy... This kind of thing is as shocking as hearing Bjork likes to go to karaoke to sing "Husband and Wife Return Home". But Fu Xiaosi didn't answer him, he still looked like he could pack his schoolbag until the end of the world. "The Opium War," Lu Zhiang changed the subject and looked at the remaining writing on the blackboard, pointing, "Is it 1940?" Li Xia was a little dumbfounded in his seat, "I beg you, it's 1840." Fu Xiaosi lowered his head and continued to pack his schoolbag, and said, "Don't pay attention to him, he scored 17 in the history test." Then Li Xia heard Lu Zhiang fall off the podium and fell to the ground with a "boom". Later, the three of them walked out of the classroom and were still arguing. Lu Zhiang crossed his hands on the back of his head and hung his schoolbag on his fingers. He said, "You two are boring. If you have the ability, write down the chemical structure of glucose now." Show me!" When he was about to walk out of the teaching building, Li Xia suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Xiao Si why he asked him to stay.So Li Xia stopped to ask Fu Xiaosi, and Fu Xiaosi patted his head in a sudden realization, saying that he almost forgot the serious things.Lixia couldn't laugh or cry again, shouldn't this kind of thing happen to Lu Zhiang, it's really funny to see someone like Fu Xiaosi who takes a cool line and make Lu Zhiang's expression. Fu Xiaosi said: "It's the thing I told you last Christmas. I've already booked the ticket for you to go to Shanghai, the day after tomorrow." Now it's Lixia's turn to be speechless. To Lixia, things like airplanes are no different from rockets. He has grown so big that he has hardly traveled far. The longest distance is from Muro County to Asakawa. "It's okay, I'll only be away for three days. I'll be back soon." Lu Zhiang spoke beside him. "...That's fine." Even if the air ticket is booked, it is impossible to say "not good". The arc of Fu Xiaosi's mouth was slightly raised, showing a nice and gentle smile, "Then I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow. You just need to bring one or two pieces of clothes, and you don't need to bring other things." As a result, the meaning of the phrase "I will pick you up the day after tomorrow" that Fu Xiaosi said was that he drove a private BMW car with a striking blue and white checkered logo on the front of the car the day after tomorrow and parked it under the school apartment to wait for Lixia.Fu Xiaosi and Lu Zhiang didn't feel much leaning on the car, chatting casually, but the moment Li Xia saw them from the upstairs balcony, she felt uneasy. Whispering each other, Li Xia thought to himself, why did this happen? It's too exaggerated, the car doesn't need to come here. The Hirano Airport in Asakawa was built just half a year ago. Before taking a plane, you had to take a car to another nearby city before taking a plane out. But these are what Li Xia heard.Not to mention taking a plane, I even rarely have the opportunity to take a long-distance bus.Although most of the time Lixia would keep his eyes on the geography magazines in the school library, the birds in Qinghai, the snow in Tibet, the endless reeds in Ningxia... especially those reeds, every time Lixia would think of Zixia in "A Chinese Journey to the West" The fairy came out of those feathery reeds by rowing a boat, cut through the water surface that had been dormant for thousands of years, and sailed towards the disaster-like happiness, so from that time on, every time Lixia saw the reeds, she felt inexplicably wanting to cry. And now, he was finally going to a place far away from home.Shanghai.No matter how it sounds, there is no sense of reality.It was a world completely out of tune with him.Filled with neon and flying skirt corners.I would like to take a look at those old alleys, the noon daylight cuts the light and shade of the world from all angles, the mottled and damp walls of the alleys, the tricycles passing by ringing bells, and the pigeons flying from the old roofs at dusk soar into the air.The sweet scent of worldly life emanating from all this once appeared in dreams, like slightly warmed candy just out of the oven. The lobby of Hirano Airport is bright and spacious, and there are not many passengers, so it doesn't look crowded or deserted.From time to time, outside the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, planes rush from the runway to the sky.Li Xia remembered that a writer he liked before also liked to watch the planes take off and land outside the barbed wire fence at the airport. Life, the writer said, seemed hollow in this moment. The left ear kept buzzing. It must be the tinnitus that often occurs in flight.I used to hear people talk about all kinds of things about flying, but now I am stuck at an altitude of 9,000 meters and am slightly dazed.He raised his hand and pressed his ears, then opened his chin, closed it and opened it again. These are all ways to relieve tinnitus that he had seen on TV before. Li Xia tried them one by one, and the only effect was that the tinnitus turned to the right. . hell. Turning his head, he saw the blue sky outside the window.Said it was a blue sky, but it was so foggy that I couldn't see anything.It must have entered the clouds.Surrounded by some faint flocculent off-white.Eyes get tired after looking at it for a long time.But looking back, it was Fu Xiaosi's sleeping face.A flight attendant had come over to cover him with a blanket a minute earlier, and now the blanket slid off after he rolled over occasionally.Li Xia couldn't help stretching out his hand to help him pull up the blanket, and then tucked it a little around his neck.My mother used to do this to herself before, but it was somewhat awkward to do this to a boy who was as old as me, and I accidentally touched the skin of Fu Xiaosi's exposed neck.Lixia withdrew his hand in a little panic, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Lu Zhiang next to Fu Xiaosi looking at him with a ghostly smile, but he was afraid that his laughter would disturb Xiao Si, so he could only hold back the "hmmmm" in his stomach. Laughter, like holding your breath. Lixia glared at him unhappily, and then made a gesture of "you continue to read", Lu Zhiang nodded with a smile and mouthed "Okay, okay, okay", then continued to sit on the seat of the plane with a grin Read books with the orange light of the reading lamp. It was only then that Li Xia noticed the thick "The Clockwork Bird Chronicle" in his hand.I hadn't noticed that Lu Zhiang would read this kind of literature books before, either he was reading some violent and mentally handicapped comics about fighting, or he was holding an alternative book like "Senior Senior Chemistry General Review Five-Star Question Bank".I used to think that he was illiterate, but now he is wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and watching "The Clockwork Bird Chronicle" on the plane... Wait, why does he have gold-rimmed glasses?Didn't you all wear those black-rimmed glasses before?So Li Xia leaned over slightly and said in a low voice: "Hey, when did you start wearing these new glasses? I don't even know." "Oh, last month. Did it look good?" "Oh, by the way, I never asked about your glasses. How nearsighted are you?" "Well... 150 degrees." "150 what are you wearing!" "It looks good, you idiot, how about it, don't you look like a scholar?" "...Go to hell, like a perverted doctor dissecting a corpse." Turning around, Fu Xiaosi's sleeping and quiet face appeared before his eyes again.Li Xia looked at him with interest, because he always felt that Xiao Si was too majestic, cold, and a cataract without focus, so he rarely had the opportunity to look at him so closely.The thicker and thicker eyebrows, black, like the deepest night, and then the eyelashes that cast shadows under the eyes, a little too long. Straight nose bridge, mouth as thin as a knife, the line of the chin softly continues to the neck, and then breaks off gently behind the ears.Lixia stretched out his hand and made various strange gestures on Fu Xiaosi's face, watching the various hand shadows cast by the reading light on his face, after a while he felt bored and fell asleep with his eyes closed. After Lixia closed his eyes and lay down for a few seconds, Fu Xiaosi opened his eyes, grinned and smiled at Lixia who had fallen asleep, looked back at Lu Zhiang, then lifted the blanket on his body, motioning for him to "" Do you want a blanket if it's cold?" Lu Zhiang shook his head and smiled, then patted Xiao Si on the head to signal him to go on sleeping.Then he tucked the blanket around his neck like Lixia did just now. Fu Xiaosi looked at Lu Zhiang wearing glasses under the weak light of the reading lamp, and there were many, many thoughts in his heart, as if they were dissolved in every part of the body, penetrated into every cell, every capillary, and every lymph flowed throughout the whole body , To really find it out, but there is no way to start.Just watching Lu Zhiang becoming silent day by day, becoming mature and gentle, Xiao Si always felt in his heart the slow flow of heat as thick as magma gushing out, bringing the warmth of youth on the surface of time Flow traces. In the past, Zhi Ang was always like a child. I don’t know when he started, but I got used to him being more mature than me, calmer than me, and even started to take care of me. If Zhiang used to be like an ignorant and self-willed child, a playmate, and a childhood memory to me, now he is more like an elder brother or a friend who is more mature than himself.It is really difficult for Xiao Si to admit this.He remembered that when he first had this idea, he subconsciously touched his forehead to see if he had a fever, because this kind of idea like "Lu Zhiang is quite mature and calm" is really very different to Fu Xiaosi . Xiao Si remembered that the first time he came up with such an idea was last summer, during swimming class, Xiao Si and Li Xia were sitting by the pool, while Lu Zhiang was swimming back and forth silently in the pool.At that time, Xiao Si felt for the first time that Lu Zhiang seemed to be a taciturn person.At that time, Xiao Si still made a fuss because of the marks left by Lu Zhiang's scalding with boiling water on his shoulders, but now, the marks on his shoulders have disappeared. Xiao Si subconsciously touched the scar on his shoulder that had long since ceased to exist, closed his eyes again, and a quiet blue appeared in front of his eyes.It's like standing in the deep valley of the sea, looking up, there is an unpredictable blue sky, and beams of white light shine from the distant sky to the deep sea. Li Xia turned his lower body and saw Xiao Si was staring blankly with his big eyes open, and Xiao Si turned his face to meet Li Xia's eyes. "Hey, can't sleep?" Xiao Si unplugged the left earphone and handed it over, "Listen to music?" "Yeah." Li Xia took the earphone and stuffed it into the right ear, just in time, the right ear was ringing, "I want to listen." Close your eyes and your hearing will be sensitive, because the vision is cut off. I don’t know when I saw the theory in a book, it was used to explain the reason why blind people have good hearing, and I remembered it when I read it at that time. There is indeed some reason. When I lean on the chair with my eyes closed, the sound in the earphone is still clear even though it is only half.It was a female voice, singing some slow but firm melodies vaguely and softly, among which Li Xia could clearly hear: "You lighted up a thousand and ten thousand roads with the lamp, and I chose one and followed you without hesitation, bowing my head and rushing towards happiness." happiness.What is happiness?Details. Those magnificent vows and thrilling love are actually empty shells, everything is revived in the details that can be picked up, it is like blood in a warm dinner, and bones are jointed in a pair of warm wool socks in winter , It took half a day to make a doll that looks like me on my birthday, and wings sprouted in the short message in the early morning. Or it could be even more trivial, for example, as soon as he entered the airport, Fu Xiaosi walked around carrying Li Xia's luggage to help her go through the check-in procedures. "What's wrong with you? How can a boy let a girl carry luggage?" Even if Fu Xiaosi lowered his head and whispered in his ear to remind him of the things that need attention on the plane, and even bent down to help him fasten his seat belt. Or now, even if you close your eyes, you know that Xiao Si gently pulled down the shade and turned off the reading light above his head. From the original position, anyone can see the word "happiness" written in a large scale. Or is it now.Listening to the same song, flying through the same gray sky. Thinking of these warm images, Li Xia piled up more and more rain in his heart. Those electric currents and electronic signals pass through the laser pointer of the CD player, pass through the silver-white body, pass through the slender white headphone cable, and pass through the earplugs into two different bodies synchronously, stirring up different ripples.These different ripples are mixed with the same melody wandering in the world, which is amplified clearly all over the world by the coming and going monsoons. The inner world began to crumble slowly, like a rain-soaked hillside in August when a tree suddenly sprouts new roots. The soil fell apart, gradually revealing the secrets deep in the earth's crust. And also soaked in rainwater is the chest cavity that breathes slowly and undulates, like a sponge that has absorbed water, and a large water stain will be pressed out with a hand. The fingers on the armrest were close to Fu Xiaosi's sweater, the warm, delicate woolen wool produced a dull and heavy touch on the skin.The neck began to be unable to support the head, and then fell to one side crookedly. Fall over. You can feel the boy's sharp shoulder line on your cheeks. Fall over. There is also the smell of a young boy who rushes into the nose instantly.Like green grass scorched by the scorching sun on a summer afternoon.Or the aroma of fresh earth washed out by a rainstorm. Afterwards, the consciousness began to become unclear, and those warm thoughts became blurred, like the glass separated by the rainy day, outside the glass window was Fu Xiaosi's face or Lu Zhiang's face passing by from time to time, and the rainwater outside the window was on the ground The low-lying areas piled up and became higher and higher. It was a summer rainstorm. The majestic rain dimmed the sky, splashed water on the ground, and some leaves were knocked down from the branches by the rain and floated on the water. Wearing a skirt, he quickly ran to the eaves to hide from the rain. There was a boy who loved to play cool and shot basketball alone in the heavy rain. His white T-shirt was wet and stuck to the butterfly bone on his back, and his long hair was tied behind his head wetly. In the rainy day, there was only dim light, and the plaster statues and various fruit models were scattered around quietly, but in the sound of the torrential rain that almost covered everything, there was the sound of strokes of carbon strips across the paper, which was as weak as a lost Years of legends can be heard effortlessly. In the repeated sound of "sand, sand", there is the black and white movie in 1995 in my mind, the pencil sharpener handed over by Fu Xiaosi with a cold face, and When I turned around, I saw Lu Zhiang's childish smile, Fu Xiaosi was still Fu Xiaosi in 1995, Lu Zhiang was still Lu Zhiang in 1995, and I was Lixia in 1998.In the dream, time unexpectedly extended to two left axes, and I stood on this line, looking at the clean and silent faces of the two little boys three years ago, and a quiet black cat on the window sill.Suddenly, the air fluctuated slightly, and the transparent ripples slowly dispersed in the air. The black cat on the windowsill disappeared, but there was an expressionless encounter. Crash somewhere outside the window.And the picture stopped abruptly at the moment Yu met appeared. In the dream, I felt that my throat was tight, as if someone was holding my throat tightly with my hands, covering my mouth and crying inexplicably. Outside the window, there was a massive torrential rain that flooded the entire city. Winter in Beijing is very cold and dry. The face is like a lime wall that has been baked by the scorching sun for a long time, and countless white chips can fall off when touched.Those who say "Beijing is actually not cold, it's quite warm" are all lying.I met countless times when I was too cold to speak and thought like this.Those who don't have to go out all day and go out once in a while, but have a car parked at the door, get off the car and go directly into the house, of course they don't feel cold.They live forever in a world of heating and air conditioning, like sickly growing plants. "It's better to be perverted than dead." Yu Yu thought resentfully. Every morning, before dawn or even music playing on the radio, Yu Yu needs to get up to deliver the newspaper. There are twenty-eight buildings in this community, and each building has four units. I don't know how many houses subscribe to newspapers, but I only know that there are 120 houses that she is responsible for delivering.It happened that one hundred and twenty copies of newspapers had to be stuffed into different mailboxes every morning, and even if I was a little late, I would be scolded. Swearers are very mean, not because they are rich, on the contrary, they are also poor people, with meager wages struggling to survive, but they still have to care about state affairs and trivial gossip every day, so as to show themselves in the after-dinner discussions They are full of money, so they are more likely to use their paltry "consumer rights" because they pay for the newspaper. If you are ten minutes late, you will be scolded.There are a few perverted middle-aged men who seem to be keen to wait at the door every day to calculate the time of being late. They stand behind the iron gate in pajamas with one eye exposed, and then stop talking when they hear the sound of a bicycle. Counting down.Bitter and mean, with the face of a petty citizen.They looked very much like the gray cotton coats and trousers they were wearing that looked like a thick layer of mildew. Most of them would say "I'm sorry" in a low voice, then stuff the newspaper into the mailbox or the iron gate, turn around and ride a few meters away, and curse loudly, "Go to hell". The wind in Beijing penetrates everything.No matter how thick the clothes and gloves you wear, the wind can always squeeze through the narrow gaps between the fibers, sticking to the skin like maggots on the tarsus, like thorn seeds It also takes cold roots deep in the bone marrow.Every morning when I meet, I always feel like a moving corpse covered with ice, with joints opening and closing stiffly, and blood flowing semi-solidified. On the first day when I took over the job of delivering newspapers, when I finished delivering the last newspaper, I met tears falling down the concrete wall of the buildings, and my throat was blown by the cold wind that I could not breathe. When the voice came, there were only tears rolling down his face.Hot tears are the only part of the body that has warmth.In his throat was a "woo-woo" sound that he had never made before. But the tears stayed on the face for a while, then turned into ice balls, sticking to the face, opening and closing vertically and horizontally, solidifying from the surface to the inside, freezing, piercing into the skin and taking root. Rooting is the root that produces pain. However, since then, I have never cried again.At least I never cried because of delivering newspapers.At most, it's just cursing my mother secretly when I hear someone talking about "the winter in Beijing is actually not cold". real.Just never again, never cried. Because I can earn an extra two hundred and twenty yuan.You can save an extra two hundred and twenty yuan every month.This is the closer to happiness.The cold that was forcibly endured by a young body is not worthless. Their value is two hundred and twenty dollars. And after delivering the newspaper, I have to rush to work at a 24-hour convenience store not far from where I live but not close. He was still riding a bicycle, dressed in bulky clothes, and covered everything except his eyes.But the sharp cold seems to be able to dig a hole in the retina, and then pour into the body like mercury penetrates through every hole. Because it is a small convenience store, there are only two clerks, Meet, and a boy named Duan Qiao. The first time I heard a boy’s name, I laughed out loud. I was reading it right now, breaking the bridge, and reading it backwards. It’s so funny. The boy said politely, “Hello, my name is Duan. Bridge, please give me more advice." After meeting someone who raised the corners of his mouth in a lukewarm manner, he said, "The name is really funny", who didn't know whether it was a mockery or an intimacy.On Duan Qiao's face, there was an expression of swallowing a whole tea egg. Meet from 7:30 in the morning to 7:30 in the evening, then boys from 4:30 in the afternoon to 4:30 in the morning, and the convenience store closes for three hours from 4:30 in the morning to 7:30 in the morning.Therefore, it is said that a 24-hour convenience store is actually a 21-hour convenience store.However, Encounter and Duan Qiao worked at the same time for three hours a day. Because the location is not too prosperous, and it is not in a commercial area or a concentrated area on campus, there is very little customer traffic, and most of the time there is only one person in the store. There are white fluorescent lights on overhead, and the shelves are neatly arranged.Occasionally, when a customer pushes open the door, the wind chime hanging on the door will make a ding-dong sound.Then when you meet, you will raise your head and say welcome! Half an hour is spent arranging the shelves, half an hour closing accounts, and half an hour saying "welcome" and grinning with your teeth.The rest of the time is spent writing songs. Singing in bars is still a profession I met.Three occupations in 24 hours: delivering newspapers.Convenience store clerk.bar singer.Completely irrelevant.But down-to-earth existence. And the three overlapping hours are the most common three hours in the twenty-four hours.Because it is ordinary, it is warm. Just like we are used to our ordinary towels, toothbrushes, pillows, quilts, beds, desk lamps, notebooks, calendars, all the things we are used to are very ordinary.But it is precisely because of its ordinaryness that it gradually exudes a beautiful and warm touch, embedded in the annual rings of life, and whitewashing the pale years round by round. A day is three hours.Ten days is thirty hours.One hundred days is three hundred hours. Algorithms that elementary school students will know.No university knowledge is required.No calculus required.Time is cut into small slices and gradually accumulates on the plane of life.During these three hours after one, the topics that came up were: My hometown is in a place called Yongning in Fujian. It's a small place. I've met people you haven't heard of.But let me tell you, the sea there is very magnificent all year round, so blue that people can't open their eyes. You can compose music?Is it a monster... Tomorrow the school will have an exam, so this time is dead. I saw a girl who looked like you during school lunch today, but because I was rushing to the convenience store, I had to leave the cafeteria in a hurry, and I didn't have time to take a closer look, hey. Why do you say that the hare loses to the tortoise every time he runs a race?Logically speaking, it shouldn't be... ... boring.childish. This is the view of Duan Qiao. miss.sad. This is a memory of Qingtian. When I meet and see Duan Qiao, I sometimes think of Qing Tian, ​​but they are actually two completely different people.One is a taciturn rock musician, and the other is a well-behaved architecture student who just entered his freshman year with a scholarship.Just like potatoes and lychees, they look like they are not brothers. But often there is such an illusion.At a certain moment, he suddenly yelled the word "Qing" to Duan Qiao, and then he didn't continue, and was slightly frightened by his confused consciousness. But why?I always feel that this kind of feeling is familiar. In the past years, it must have happened. In the past faded to matte color, there must have been a glimmer of fireflies in the dark night and I remembered it. Maybe.Maybe it's because both of them have spent their lonely time with me. They were all the closest people in the world to themselves when they were the loneliest. At 7:20 in the evening, it was completely dark.When I met, I packed up my things and waited to leave as soon as 7:30 arrived.Because I have to rush home to make up and change clothes, and then go to the bar to sing.The sky is full of goose feather snow outside. Is this the first snow I have seen since arriving in Beijing?There will be no more than five games in total, but I can't remember it.do not know why. Because of the bad weather, the convenience store was hardly patronized.So both of them were in a daze together. Duan Qiao was lying on the cash register, pressing his face against the counter like a child, and the pencil was turned around by his slender fingers.Encounter looked at this picture and felt very familiar.Like the days of evening self-study in Asakawa No. 1 Middle School, in the spacious and bright classroom, there are eight fluorescent lamps above the head, which cast clear and delicate white light, and all shadows are very faintly illuminated. The teacher sits on the podium and reads the newspaper. On the blackboard is the review outline or materials written by the teacher during the day. The chalk handwriting is slightly blurred. Everyone around is writing hard. The sound of the pen rubbing against the calculation paper is like the sound of rain rustling outside the window, quiet and profound. These are the only few impressions that I have in my mind about evening self-study.Because most of the evening self-study encounters skipped class and went out to sing. In fact, it hasn't been long since I left, but in retrospect, it seems that it has been an unusually long time.When I recall those days of studying, I put the mark "once" on them all. I used to be a senior high school student who wasted his studies. I used to be a problem student at the famous Asakawa No. 1 Middle School in the country. It seems that there are many attributes that can be added.And now, those attributives have all disappeared.Now I am a very ordinary bottom-line poor who catches a lot in Beijing and runs around for a living.The dream I had when I first came to Beijing feels so far away and vague when I think about it now, so I deliberately don’t think about it when I meet it.Although I didn't want to, I never forgot that ideal—— 青田，总有一天，你会在CD架上看到我的CD出现在销量冠军的位置上。 这个理想依然很温柔地蜷缩在内心深处，它从来都没有离开过，并且一直顽固地停留在那里。那里，是哪里？ 胸腔最黑暗却是最温暖潮湿的地方。拥有庞大繁复的根系，难以拔除，日渐扎下遒劲的根，所有分岔的根系从那个角落蔓延，左心房，右心室，肺叶，腹腔膈肌，布满整个胸腔，所以才会每一次呼吸每一次心跳都牵扯出若有若无的痛。 “哎，遇见，”没来由地冒出一句话，段桥趴在台子上没有起来，“你以前的城市经常下雪么？” “下啊，浅川一到冬天就下非常多的雪。” “啊，怪不得，”段桥把椅子挪到落地玻璃边，脸贴着玻璃说，“像我的家乡永宁啊，冬天不会下雪，所以我刚来北京的时候看见下雪好开心哦，可是同学都笑话我，说我是个大惊小怪没见过世面的乡下人。” 段桥望着窗外的鹅毛大雪出神，玻璃上倒映出来的面容年轻而锐利，却有着呆呆的神色，仿佛灵魂从头顶脱离出来，游走在窗外密不透风的大雪里，平时很阳光的一个人在这一刻却微微地让人心疼。 应该是那种受伤的语气吧。遇见格外熟悉，因为自己从小到大都听着别人对自己说着类似的话—— 你这个乡下的小孩。 没人要的可怜鬼。 我叫我爸爸打你哦，我爸爸是最厉害的英雄！ 没有妈妈哦，遇见是个没有妈妈的怪物啊，我们每个人都有妈妈。 ... 这样的话语很多很多，散落在每一尺每一寸年华，然后吸取着年轻的养分长成了一棵枝叶繁茂的大树，在纯白的纸面投下巨大的阴影，吞噬着童年柔软的小心脏。 “可是呢，”突然变化的语气，玻璃上映出的面容泛着柔光，微微有些动容，是飞扬的神色，“我从来都没气馁过呢，总有一天，我会让自己设计的建筑物出现在北京最引人注目的地方，我会设计出地标性建筑，让每一个路过的人，都抬起头赞叹，他们会说，看啊，这个建筑的设计师是段桥，他真的是个很了不起的人呢！” 是什么，在瞬间从潮湿黑暗的内心破土。 ——青田，总有一天，你会在CD架上看到我的CD出现在销量冠军的位置上。 “时间到了，”遇见从墙上取下大衣，眼睛微微地刺痛，她把这解释为光线太强，可是她知道再不走的话那些流下来的眼泪就不是光线太强能够解释得过去的了，“我下班了，你加油吧，伟大的建筑师。” “每天都要上课啊，”段桥回过头来，笑眯眯地闭起眼睛，“每天教那些小孩不累么？” 遇见稍微愣了愣，才想起自己骗段桥说是每天在教小孩子弹钢琴。 “很厉害呢，这么年轻就能教别的小孩，”清秀的脸，像最清澈的水，“我天生就没艺术细胞，什么乐器都不会。” 也是自己骗段桥说自己是大三的学生，兼职教钢琴和做便利店职员。 “不会啊，我听过别人说的，建筑是凝固的音乐，有一天，当你成为了最好的建筑师，那你同时也就是最好的音乐家啊。我先走了，要迟到了。” 再讲下去眼泪就会流下来。 潮水在内心越积越高。警戒线。red light.长声汽笛。 WARNING！ WARNING！ 遇见手放在门的把手上，用力，拉开，在寒风夹着暴雪卷进的瞬间，身后有温柔但坚定的声音说：“等一等。” 遇见刚刚回了回头，肩膀上被披过一件温暖的大衣。 一直安慰自己不可以哭。就算为了不让泪水在脸上结冰时冷得刺骨也好，不能哭。并且一直在告诉自己，这些漫天的风雪，这些无法抵抗的寒冷，终将过去，前面是温暖的房间，虽然没有人在等自己，可是还有暖和的空气，以及窗台上那盆四季常青的盆栽。 遇见大步冲上楼梯，一步跨过两个三个台阶，一层一层，然后摸出钥匙，打开大门，一股冷风从屋子里倒卷出来。 阀门又堵了。 最近暖气阀门总是出问题，热水经常被堵得上不来。整个屋子像冰窖一样嗖嗖地吐着冷气。遇见脱掉大衣，从屋子角落积满灰尘的工具箱里拿出扳手钳子，跪在冰冷的水泥地上开始修管道阀门。前几天也坏过一次，在遇见的敲敲打打下已经可以用了，现在又堵了，遇见心里念着，他妈的见鬼。 沮丧和难过在心里像潮水一样堆积。像是学校夏天暴雨里的池塘，地理小组放下的浮标慢慢抬升。 弄了半天终于通畅了，遇见还没来得及把阀门关上，一股热水直喷出来，就算遇见躲得快，手上依然被烫红了一大块。 钻心地疼。 遇见拧开水龙头，冬天的自来水刺骨的冷。像是无数尖锐的芒刺扎在皮肤上，并且深深地扎进血肉里去。遇见在水龙头前发怔，任手放在冷水下一直冲，冲到麻木，冲到整只手全部变得通红，才回过神来。 关掉水龙头，两行眼泪刷地流下来。 缩在墙角的被子里发呆。屋子里的温度随着暖气恢复供热而一点点地升了上来。玻璃窗上因为温度变化太快迅速地凝结上了一层水汽，然后越结越多，有一两颗大水滴从玻璃窗上沿着紊乱的痕迹流下来。 这他妈的是什么日子啊。 喉咙发不出声音，像是被掐住了脖子。 遇见闭上眼睛觉得双眼发疼，手上被烫红的一块冒出水泡，一跳一跳地疼。胸腔里一阵一阵玻璃碎裂的声音，像是被巨大石块砸碎的落地窗，凌乱的碎片散落下来朝着心脏最柔软的地方深深浅浅地扎下去，血液汩汩地往外冒。 是什么样的日子呢？几乎完全丧失了离开浅川的意义。 来到北京之后，在那个老板的引荐之下认识了那家唱片公司的一个经纪人，其实那家唱片公司确实在中国大名鼎鼎。虽然遇见根本就没有名气，而且没有受过任何的声乐训练，但她还是被签下了。经纪人对她说，我之所以还是决定签下你，不是因为你唱歌的技巧好，而是你的感觉。 之后却没有想象中的顺利，公司并没有在遇见身上花太多的力气，而且她的经纪人手里有很多个艺人，遇见就在公司里不死不活地待着。一些大牌明星在演唱会中场换衣服的时候，遇见可以和其他的几个新人一起在台上唱唱歌，而且都是唱别人的歌。一些大型的活动如开业典礼或者小型时尚派对上，遇见也可以露面唱唱歌助兴。 经纪人后来帮遇见争取到一份在一家五星级酒店里唱歌的工作，但是遇见习惯了摇滚的嗓子在唱着那些金丝雀们的歌曲时，总是显得尴尬而别扭，在穿着晚礼服的时候她觉得浑身难受。于是她就放弃了。在她放弃这个工作的同时她的经纪人也放弃了她。 遇见记得经纪人对自己说：“没有新人可以挑三拣四，你自己选择放弃，不要怪我。” 遇见心里一直在想，真的是自己放弃的吗？坚持那么久的理想真的是被我自己放弃的吗？想了很久也想不明白，心里很多委屈，可是因为从小就好强的个性，依然没有任何的妥协。 从那个时候开始，遇见就没有工作，没有通告，没有任何露面的机会。这些她都忍气吞声地过来了。可是需要钱。好不容易找了家便利店的工作，薪水微薄，正好小区里有送报纸的工作，很累，遇见也接了下来。还在一个酒吧找了份晚上唱歌的工作。 然后开始在北京这个庞大的城市里生存。 活在石头森林的夹缝之间，蝇营狗苟。 遇见曾经以为从浅川出发来北京的路上，在火车上度过的那个平安夜是生命中最寂寞的时刻，到了北京之后，才发现每一天都比那个时刻还要孤独。 可是孤独，寂寞，这样的字眼是不会出现在遇见的字典里的。走在北京尘土飞扬的马路上的时候，遇见依然坚信，总有一天，自己会成为全中国最好的女歌手。天空尽管阴霾，终究还是会蔚蓝。云依旧会潇洒地来去。年华终将羽化为华丽的燕尾蝶，在世间撒下耀眼的鳞粉。 立夏他们住的旅馆是上海的一条老街上的一栋老洋房。正好靠近小司比赛的考场。整条街上都是异域风格的建筑，古老的别墅，有着铁栏杆的洋房。红色的墙壁上爬满了藤蔓，在冬天里大部分都枯萎成淡黄色，叶子的背面泛出更深的灰。 白色的窗户洞开在三角形的屋顶下面，那是标准的阁楼的窗。院落里有高大的法国梧桐，叶子落了一地，剩下光秃秃的枝丫挣扎着朝天空刺去。 The twilight is all in one.天空上有模糊不清的云飞速地移动，在地上投出更加模糊不堪的日影。 这就是上海么？这就是张爱玲笔下那个繁华的十里洋场么？立夏拍拍耳朵，似乎飞机上的耳鸣还没完，神志依然有点不太清楚，怎么就从浅川到了上海了呢，太夸张了吧。 把行李从计程车上搬下来，走进旅馆的大门。因为刚下过雨，地面湿漉漉地反着路灯的光。行李箱也不好放在地上拖着走。傅小司把立夏手里的箱子拿过来，立夏连忙说不用我自己可以，然后两人争来争去，最后立夏被傅小司一声“不要逞强！”给吓得缩了手，然后就看着傅小司和陆之昂朝前面走去了，两人低声说着话，也没理睬自己。 直到两人快要消失在远一点的暮色中时，傅小司才转过身来，“发什么傻，”暮色中傅小司的眼睛发出细小的光，“快跟上来啊。” 分开住两个房间。房间在三楼，要经过木质的楼梯，在上楼的时候会听到脚下咚咚的声音。木头的门，宽大的房间，白色的床单和很大很软的枕头。看起来很不错的样子，价格却格外的便宜，而且人又少。傅小司都有点怀疑是黑店了，陆之昂却一直拍着胸口说没问题，自己来的时候已经在网上查过了，是很好的一家小旅馆。 把行李放好后傅小司抬眼看了看窗外，天色已经完全黑了下来，借着路灯的光可以看到斜斜掠过的雨丝，泛着路灯银白色的光。“啊，又下雨了，”傅小司回过头来望着正在拿着暖水瓶往杯子里倒水的陆之昂，“那还要出去逛么？” “嗯，不了吧，”陆之昂把软木塞盖上，“今天早点休息，反正也累了，你明天还要比赛呢，比赛完了再去。” 傅小司点点头，然后说：“那我去和立夏说一声。” “冷死了，”傅小司坐在窗台上，面无表情地突然来了一句，“上海比北方还要冷，简直乱套了。”还是改不掉早就养成的喜欢坐窗台的习惯，这点倒是和遇见一模一样，总是喜欢盘腿坐在窗台上，然后面无表情地朝着窗外发呆。 陆之昂露出白牙齿，很好看也很安静的笑容，“因为上海不像我们北方都有暖气的啊。” 傅小司回过头看着正在微笑的陆之昂，歪了歪嘴角，嗤了一声，说：“干吗要学我笑的样子啊，有本事你像你以前那样咧着嘴巴露出牙床白痴一样地笑啊，你个半路转型的冷调帅哥。” 说完就被扔过来的枕头砸中脑袋。然后两个人开打。 打累了两个人各自坐在床上裹着被子聊天。 “哎，小司你还记得吗，有次我们出去旅游也是这个样子呢，裹着睡袋聊天，我记得你还说我们像两个成精的会聊天的粽子。” “嗯，记得啊，而且记得某个白痴选的睡觉的好地方，第二天起来周围都是大卡车开过去的车轮印子。不死真的是说不过去啊。” “……可它还不是过去了。哈……” “不要嘴硬！粽子！” "Hey……" "What for?" “你紧张么，对于明天的比赛？” “我们不聊这个。” “不要紧啊，我这个人别的本事没有，可是我很善于把一件很严肃很紧张的事情弄得很轻松。” “这个我知道啊，你高一的时候不是就上演过这种好戏么，校长在上面向我们讲述消防队员的英勇事迹，说某队员从三楼抱着婴儿跳下来，婴儿毫发无伤，可消防叔叔的胳膊摔成了好几截！校长的那句感叹句不是也被你听成了询问句，然后在下面瞎起劲地接话说'三截'，搞得全校笑翻掉。你本事大着呢……” “……你什么时候记性变这么好？” “一直如此。所以我历史从来不会考出17分。” “你！你去考化学看看！” 窗外是上海冬日里连绵不绝的雨。 带着突兀的寒冷。绵密地缠绕住所有的空气。 但在这栋古老的洋楼里，依然洋溢着温暖的热度。 像是传奇一般的少年。慢慢张开背后的翅膀。 “啊，”陆之昂突然从床上跳起来，“下雪啦！” 傅小司掀掉身上的被子爬起来，爬到窗台上贴着窗户往外看，“真的啊，南方也下雪么？” 陆之昂也跳起来坐在窗台上。 傅小司朝着浓重的夜色里望出去，尽管地面依然湿漉漉地反着路灯的白光，并没有像浅川一样的积雪，可是空中那些纷乱的雨丝中间，确实是夹杂着大片大片的雪花，虽然称不上鹅毛大雪，却的确是大雪。 “啊，难得啊，”陆之昂的手指搭在玻璃上，无规则地敲着，“上海都会下雪，我觉得这应该是吉兆吧，你明天肯定会拿第一名的。” “这哪儿跟哪儿啊，完全不搭界的呀。”尽管语气是不冷不热，但傅小司看着陆之昂的眼睛里却充满了感谢。 陆之昂很开心地笑了。正要说话，就听到立夏房间一声惨叫。 等到傅小司和陆之昂拧开立夏并没有锁的房门时，映入眼帘的却是立夏跳在电视柜上大呼小叫的样子，立夏听到门开的声音回过头来看到站在门口的两个大男生，自己正踮着脚尖站在电视柜上，动作就在瞬间定格。 傅小司张着嘴巴一副“搞什么飞机”的表情，而陆之昂已经靠在墙上捂着肚子笑得一副要撒手人寰的样子。 “你干吗啊，”傅小司伸手指了指立夏，“下来啊。站那么高干吗？” “而且……而且叫那么大声，”陆之昂一边笑一边搭腔，“一副少女被色狼强暴的样子。” “有蟑螂呀！”立夏看了看地上，确定没有了，才有点尴尬地下来。 傅小司指指陆之昂，说：“你怪他咯，他订的旅馆。他一直说这家旅馆很好很好，我都怀疑这家旅馆的人偷偷给了他中介费。” 陆之昂大小拇指扣在一起，伸出食指中指无名指朝上，做发誓状，说：“上天作证完全是因为这家旅馆离你比赛的地方近，我是好人。” 小司说：“要么我们陪你一会儿吧。” 陆之昂接过话，说：“我们在房间还发现了围棋，小司很会下啊，他从小学就开始学下围棋了，叫他教你也行。” 立夏张大嘴巴觉得吃惊，听着摇滚乐的人从小学围棋……这个是笑话么？不过看着傅小司认真询问的表情又觉得不太像是在说笑。 “没事了你们先回去呀。”立夏脸也有点红，不敢要求他们留下来，不然更加尴尬。 傅小司哦了一声，而陆之昂把手搭到傅小司肩膀上勾了一下，冲立夏坏笑说：“要么，小司陪你睡呀。” 门“砰”的一声关掉，差点撞到陆之昂鼻子上。 傅小司看着他说：“你的冷笑话可以再冷一点，没关系。” 陆之昂说：“我又没讲笑话咯，是她自己想到了一些令花季少女又梦幻又不敢开口的事情吧。” 刚说完门突然打开，一个枕头直接砸到陆之昂头上。 “陆之昂这里是三楼！再胡说八道我就把你扔下去！摔不死就冻死！”被狠劲关上的门里传出来立夏的吼叫。 陆之昂拿着枕头，嘿嘿地笑说：“她学我哦，哈，扔枕头。” 傅小司根本就没打算理他，穿着拖鞋回房间去了。 厚厚的被子。白色干净的床单。陶瓷的茶杯。有着宽阔的窗台可以坐在上面看外面深深的梧桐树影。木质的地板。木头的门和桌椅。大衣柜。大梳妆台。一切都好像老上海的片子里演的那些沪上人家。立夏窝在被子里的时候想，确实是像陆之昂说的那样是很好的一家小旅馆呢，而且价钱还很便宜。真不知道他是怎么找到的。想起来他已经不再是那个以前什么事情都要依靠小司的大男生了。相反，他却在帮着小司做很多的事情。想想这个世界真是神奇。 早就说了他们两个都是神奇的物种嘛。美貌，智慧，幽默，善良，才华。 “应该是冥王星的人。”立夏想。 然后睡了过去。梦中傅小司拿了第一名。半夜醒来的时候还因为以前听说过的“梦都是相反的”论调着实吓了一跳，连着“呸呸”好多声。 下午一点半到五点半，长达四个小时的比赛时间。因为是现场命题，所以每个考生都很紧张。小司倒是没什么，依然是一副以前在学校画画的样子，调着画架的高度，清理着颜料，装好清水等等。陆之昂和立夏站在旁边，也帮不上忙。不过周围的那些上海本地的参赛者都是有爸爸妈妈跟来的，一会儿帮他们披衣服，一会儿帮他们倒水，搞得一副皇帝出巡的样子。 "cut." "laugh." 陆之昂和立夏从鼻子里出气的声音被傅小司听到了，他回过头对嗤来切去的两个人哭笑不得，他说：“好啦，你们两个去外面逛街吧，我结束了出来就给你们打电话。” “好吧”，陆之昂点点头，走之前转身回过来望了望其他的考生，再一次，“切。” 考试的学校是一所全上海甚至全中国都有名的女子学校。学校外面的铁栏杆上是铁制的玫瑰，里面有大片的绿地，还有教堂，有穿着长袍的修女慢步行走在学校里，有鸽子成群结队地在上空盘旋。 “好漂亮啊，”立夏看着学校里的一切，“在这里上学一定很开心吧。” “我不觉得整天和一群尼姑在一起上课有什么开心，”陆之昂这会儿又变活泼起来，“浅川一中的MM们才更正点。”说完还自我肯定地点了点头，像是非常同意自己的看法。 两个人坐在学校外面的长椅上，面前就是一条四车道的马路，往来的车辆很多，行人也很多，骑自行车的人更多。有穿着西装的中年男子，也有提着菜篮子去买菜的妇女，还有很多穿着各种制服的学生骑车去上学。耳边是熙来攘往的各种声响，而庞大的背景声就是上海话软绵绵的腔调。 陆之昂起来去买了两瓶绿茶和几个饭团，然后两个人一边聊天一边吃东西，倒也不觉得时间难挨。 两点半。 太阳从云隙中直射下来。一束一束的强光穿透了昨晚蓄满雪的厚厚云层。 三点三刻。 路边有个清秀的男生骑着车载着一个可爱的女孩子哼着歌曲过去。 四点二十。 光线开始暗淡。黄昏扩散在微微潮湿的空气里。下班的人流纷乱地穿行在这个庞大而忙乱的城市里。空气里有很多白色的点，像胶片电影里那些陈旧的霉斑一样浮现，伸出手抓不住，却在视网膜上确凿地存在着。 half past five. 傅小司从那些神采飞扬的众多考生里走出来，面无表情，一双眼睛依然是大雾弥漫的样子。“肚子好饿，”他抱着美术用具站在校门口对两个人说，“我们去吃饭吧。” 叫了一碗牛肉面。厚厚的汤面上浮着大把的香菜。傅小司是不吃的，统统夹到陆之昂碗里。然后顺便抢回几块牛肉。从脸上看不出他的情绪，所以也无从得知比赛的情形。陆之昂两三次张了口，都被硬生生地堵在那里，最后把话重新咽回肚子里去。 “嗯，那个，”还是立夏开了口，“决赛画的什么？”不安的语气，怕触及到某些敏感的神经。 “哦，比赛啊，”因为埋头吃面，所以咬字含糊，“是命题的，叫《从未出现的风景》。”傅小司抬起头，脸上也看不出是喜是悲。 “哦？怪名字呢。”陆之昂拿着筷子敲着碗的边缘，叮叮当当的，“那你画的什么啊？外星人轰炸地球么？还是音速小子大战面包超人？” “那是你的领域，我高攀不起，”傅小司白了陆之昂一眼，“也没画什么，就是一男一女吧。”后面半句是说给立夏听的。 “一男一女……”立夏小声重复着，也想不出来到底是什么样子。不过看起来小司也不像心事重重的样子，所以稍微放了点心。 “本来是说素描速写或者色彩都可以的，没有硬性要求，”傅小司接着说，“不过我想反正我上色快嘛，就直接选了色彩。” 立夏和陆之昂只有吞口水的份儿，像这种“反正我上色快”的话也不是谁都轻易敢说的。 “哎，你知道么，”傅小司低着头吃面，间隙里突然说，“我今天和颜末在一个考场。” “啊……上一届画芦苇画出名的那个女孩子？”陆之昂笑眯眯的，“漂亮吗？” 傅小司抬起头翻了个白眼。 “呃……我的意思是，”陆之昂抓抓头发，“有……才华么？” 不过傅小司已经不准备再理他了。 第二天去颁奖典礼的现场，很多的参赛选手，很多的画坛前辈，周围很多的工作人员忙来忙去，忙着调音，忙着测试话筒，忙着布置嘉宾的位置和姓名牌。