Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Love is the beauty that cannot be possessed

Fang Weizhi and Gao Yiya's wedding was very simple, just having a meal with their family members and close friends.I made Gao Yiya's white dress for her, and the style is very simple. "The dress on me is the work of Dragonfly." Gao Yiya announced to everyone. "In the future, you will also design a wedding dress for me." Liangmei said. When we parted, Gao Yiya hugged me and said, "I hope your works can be bought everywhere in the future." "Thank you." "I'm going to be on the plane the day after tomorrow." "So fast?"

I could see that she was reluctant.She held Fang Weizhi's hand tightly. I don't know if she is selfish or not. She is happy to have a man who is willing to wait for her for three years.In this fast-paced city, who is willing to wait for someone for three years like a jade? "Wen Zhi, you are responsible for sending Dragonfly home." The drunken Fang Weizhi told Wen Zhi. "No problem." Wen Zhi said. "Are you after Dragonfly?" Fang Weizhi asked him suddenly. Wen Zhi blushed with embarrassment, I didn't dare to look at him. "Brother, don't talk nonsense." Liangmei scolded him with a smile.

"The dress you designed for Yiya is very beautiful." On the way, Wenzhi spoke first. "thanks." Then, there was another silence. If Wenzhi really likes me, he should take this opportunity to tell me, right?But he didn't. "Is that special finished yet?" I asked him. "It's edited." "When will it air?" "Hurry up, I haven't decided on the name of this series of stories yet, names like 'immigrant dreams' are not attractive." The car arrived downstairs at my house. "Have you ever thought about calling it 'separation is for reunion'?" I suggested to him.

He stared at me blankly, as if moved. "Isn't that what the lady in the story said?" I rubbed my cold hands to keep warm. "Yes." His voice was a little trembling, maybe the wind was too cold. All of a sudden, I wanted to hug him. "I'm going up, it's cold here." I turned around and ran into the building, trying to put aside the desire to hug him. The immigrant story special was finally titled "Parting is for reunion". When it aired, I watched it at home.In the ice and snow, Wenzhi narrated a story of parting for reunion.The husband who came back to Hong Kong alone after visiting relatives was humming back and forth in the cabin a few lines from the Cantonese opera "Feng Ge's Enmity and Enmity": "Life is like morning dew, and there is no parting anywhere."

The previous parting was for the country.For the sake of the country, let go of your children's personal relationships. In today's parting, the first thing to sacrifice is the relationship between the children. The personal relationship between children has never been great, and it is no match for parting. I made a phone call to Wenzhi. "Are you watching?" I asked him. "Ok." "Very touched." "Yes." He said with a sigh. The screen faded and I didn't sleep well all night. Getting up in the middle of the night, I drew a lot of design sketches.

Yang Hongnian is our guest lecturer and a well-known fashion designer in Hong Kong. One day after class, he called me into his office and said: "I intend to recommend you to participate in the Young Fashion Design Competition to be held in Paris in July." "What?" I couldn't believe my ears. "This is a competition recommended by students from fashion design schools around the world." "Why did you choose me?" "Your previous designs didn't work at all." He said bluntly, "but these recent designs are very special and tasteful."

That series of sketches was drawn by me during that sleepless night. "There are only three months to prepare before July." I worry. "I can help you, how about it?" Of course I can't refuse. I immediately thought of telling Wenzhi the good news.I called him at school. "I have good news for you." "I have good news for you too," he said. "Shall we meet up tonight?" "Okay, where?" I made an appointment with Wenzhi to meet in Causeway Bay. "What's your good news?" I asked him. "The company has decided to send the 'Parting to Reunite' special to an international documentary competition in New York. What's the good news for you?"

"It's also a competition. The lecturer recommended me to participate in the International Young Talent Fashion Design Competition in Paris." "Really? Congratulations, it's not easy to go to the fashion capital to compete." "There are so many masters, I may not give opportunities." "Being able to participate has proved that you are very good." "But there are only three months before the competition. I have to get a batch of clothes for the competition within these three months. The time is very tight." "You can do it."

"I almost forgot to congratulate you." "thanks." "I can't go to the TV station to report the weather for these three months, because the work is too stressful, I have to concentrate on doing it, I have already asked Fang Weizhi for leave, and I am preparing for three months of dark days." "Then see you in three months, don't be lazy." During those three months, I worked every day in Yang Hongnian's exclusive garment factory, working with his tailor, revising sketches, choosing fabrics, and looking for models for fittings. In the dark days, I missed Wenzhi more and more, so I had to take advantage of the free time to call him in the garment factory.

"Work hard." He always encourages me like this. "I miss you very much," I would have liked to tell him, but I couldn't muster up the courage to do it when I got back from Paris. Almost two days before leaving for Paris, I finally finished the fashion for the competition. I have told Wen Zhi long ago that I will leave on July 2nd, if he is also interested in me, he should give me a call. On July 1st, I stayed at home and waited for his call.He's in charge of the evening news coverage.After the news coverage ended, he didn't call me. Perhaps he simply forgot that I was leaving tomorrow.

At ten o'clock in the evening, just when I was desperate, he called. "Aren't you asleep yet?" "No." I said happily. "I just wanted to cover a breaking news, so I called so late, are you leaving tomorrow?" "Ok." "I'm free tomorrow morning, do you have a lot of luggage, do you want me to send you off?" "No, didn't I say I hate parting? The airport is the place with the most parting, don't come." "Oh." He was a little disappointed. "Where are you now?" I didn't want to let him down. "I'm at home, but I have to go back to the TV station to edit later." "Why don't you come and buy me a cup of coffee and see you off, okay?" "Okay, I'll come over now." I changed my clothes and waited for him downstairs, and he disappeared for three months.I have never looked forward to a person's appearance like this moment. Wenzhi came, but did not drive. "Where's your locomotive?" "It's being repaired," he said with a smile. I haven't seen him for three months. He stood in front of me, his appearance has not changed at all, but his eyes are different from before.The way he looked at me seemed more complicated than before. I lowered my head and found that he was stepping on his right foot with his left foot. Didn't he say that he would only do this when he was nervous? Is he in love with me too? Did you choose to walk because your feet trembled? "Where do you like to go?" He asked me, waiting for my answer with complicated eyes. "Go to the convenience store and buy a cup of coffee and drink while walking? The weather is fine tonight." We bought two cups of coffee and walked out of the convenience store. On Lockhart Road on Friday night, the lights are feasting, bar girls are ostentatious on the road, coquettish old women are attracting customers in front of the bar, and newspaper vendors selling pornographic magazines wantonly spread magazines on the floor.Although it looks decadent and corrupt, Wan Chai is a safe place for me. "Any results from the New York Journalism Awards?" I asked him. "It will be revealed this weekend." "I was in Paris at that time, can you call me and tell me the result?" I begged him. "What if we lose?" "No. That special episode was very touching. Parting is the common helplessness of all human beings." "What about you? Are you nervous?" "You are right. It is very rare to be able to go to Paris to participate in the competition. The victory or defeat is not important. Besides, it is great to be able to go to Paris for free. After the competition, I will take the night train to London and stay there for a few days. " "Didn't you say you like Italy very much? Why don't you go to Italy?" "That's right, because I like it so much, I can't just stay for a few days, at least a month. How can I have time? I have to come back and prepare my graduation project." "really weird." "What's strange?" "If you like a place very much, it's good to go and see it, even if it's for a day or two, what's the relationship?" "I like a place, so I want to stay and never leave. Is it the same for liking someone? If you can only live for a while, why don't you start?" "Yes." He bowed his head and said. The coffee was finished, and Wenzhi sent me home. "There you are," he said. I don't want to go back. "When are you going back to TV?" I asked him. "One o'clock." I looked at my watch. It was only eleven forty-five. "It's still early, how are you going to go back to the TV station?" "Subway." "May I take you to the subway station? I don't want to sleep yet." He didn't reject me. I walked with him outside the subway station. "It's still early." He said, "If you don't want to sleep, I'll walk around with you." "OK." As a result, we went back downstairs to my house. "I said I'd take you to the subway—" I said. "No, the subway station is very close." "It doesn't matter, I will walk with you for a while." We walked around Wanchai for an unknown number of times, and finally arrived at the entrance of the subway station. It was already 12:40, and neither of us had time to walk with each other. "I'll go back by myself," I said. Wenzhi looked at me, hesitant to speak, and I found that he was stepping on his left foot with his right foot again. I really want to hug him, but I'm leaving tomorrow. "Hope you get the prize," he stammered. I have indescribable disappointment. "You too." I bless him. "Come back and see you." He moved his right foot from his left foot. "Take care." I said looking up. I turned and left without watching him walk into the subway station, I was reluctant.I keep going around in circles all night, my legs are circling, my heart is circling, how many more circles do I have to do? Yang Hongnian went to Paris with me.He has many friends in the Parisian fashion world.With him by my side, I feel much more at ease. There are many rumors about Yang Hongnian, for example, he has a strange temper and has many girlfriends.His name once walked with many popular models. He comes to give us two lessons every week.With his reputation, he doesn't need to teach students at the academy, I think he really likes fashion. "Are you reporting the weather on the TV station?" Yang Hongnian asked me in the cabin. "Did you see it?" "That job is not for you." "why?" "You will be a fashion designer in the future, and it's not elegant to be a weather report girl." I was a little angry and said to him: "I just know that I need to live, and fashion designers can't help but eat fireworks. I have no money." "No fashion designer ever became a weather girl before becoming famous," he said slowly. "I'm not necessarily going to be famous." "If you are not famous, why do you want to be a fashion designer? In this business, not being famous is failure. Don't tell me that you are going to Paris this time, and you don't want to win." The stewardess was delivering dinner to the passengers at this time, and Yang Hongnian and Shi Shiran took out a delicious roast goose from his handbag. "I always bring a roast goose on board," he said triumphantly. "Do you want to eat?" he asked me. "No, you can eat it yourself." I said angrily. "It's great, I'm not used to sharing it with people." He ate his roast goose with relish, and I ate the cardboard-like steak. "What did you do before you became famous?" I asked him. "Why do you want to know?" he asked me back. "I think you must have done some very elegant work before you became famous." I sarcastically said to him. "I study architecture and work in the architect's building." "Architecture? An architect turned fashion designer?" "Fashion is also a kind of architecture, the only difference is that fashion is a building that can move." "I'm just a dressmaker, I'm a tailor's daughter." "No wonder your basic skills are so good." I didn't expect him to praise me. "However, your realm is not enough." He had eaten roast goose and carefully wrapped the bones. "How can I improve my realm?" "Do you want to know?" I nod. He smiled a bit, then closed his eyes and went to sleep. Really pissed him off. Although it is a rookie competition in the design world, the designs of the opponents are very good.In that place, I suddenly felt very small. In the end, quite logically, I lost and got nothing.Although I don't admit that I want to win, I want to win. Back to the hotel with Yang Hongnian, I told him: "Sorry, I lost." "I knew you were going to lose." He said coldly, and left me alone in the lobby. I rushed to my room, held back my tears, and told myself not to cry, not to look down on Yang Hongnian. At this time, the phone rang, and I picked up the receiver: "Who?" "Is it Zhou Dragonfly?" "I am. Who are you?" "I'm Xu Wenzhi——" "It's you?" "I've got good news for you, that special won a gold medal." "Congratulations." "And you? How are you?" "I lost." I choked up holding the microphone. "Don't be like this, didn't you say that it's good to be able to compete in Paris?" He comforted me on the other side of the phone.The more he comforts, the more sad I am. "Listen, you haven't lost anything, you've gained more than you've lost," he said. "Thank you." "OK?" "I'm ok." "Then I hang up." "Yeah." I wiped away my tears. "Goodbye. May you never be sad." "Thank you." Although he lost, he could hear Wenzhi's comfort, but it seemed like he had won. The next night, I checked out of the room and prepared to take the night train to London. I don't know if I should tell Yang Hongnian, although he is so hateful, but he came with me after all, and I left without saying a word, it seems unreasonable. I went to Yang Hongnian's room and knocked on his door, and he came out sleepy and opened the door. "What's the matter?" He asked me coldly. "Just to let you know, I'm leaving." "That's why you woke me up?" "I'm sorry." I walked out of the corridor in embarrassment. He slammed the door shut. The more I thought about it, the more unwilling I became, so I turned around and walked back, knocking on his door again. He opened the door and was a little surprised to see me again. "Is it because I lost that you treated me like this?" I asked him. "I hate failure, and I hate people who fail." "I'll show you the win." I said angrily, turned around and left, and heard the sound of him slamming the door shut. I was holding my breath, and when I was about to leave the hotel, the operator in the lobby stopped me: "Miss Zhou, I have a call for you, do you still want to listen?" I ran up to answer the phone, it was Wen Zhi. "Are you feeling better?" he asked me. I didn't expect it to be him, I thought it was Yang Hongnian who found out with conscience, and called to apologize to me in the lobby, I was so naive. I tried to hold back my tears. "I'm taking the night train to London now," I said. "Be careful on the road." He said with a smile. "Can you wait for me to come back? When I come back, I have something to tell you. " After I go back, I want to tell him that I like him. "Yeah." He replied, as if he had already guessed what I was going to say. "I'm leaving," I said. "goodbye." "thanks." On the night train from Paris to London, there are lonely travelers, but I am no longer alone. In London, I spent all the money I had on a small silver picture frame that held three photographs the size of postage stamps.In the upper left corner of the photo frame is a little fairy with wings. She is the main character of the flower fairy in a popular British cartoon.On the photo frame, there are two poems engraved. If translated into Chinese, it probably means this: Five days later, when I returned to my home in Hong Kong, I was about to call Wenzhi, but Liangmei's phone rang first. "When did you come back? I have looked for you many times." "Just arrived, what's the matter?" "Xu Wenzhi has entered the hospital." "Why?" I was taken aback. "When he was interviewing the news the day before yesterday, he fell from a high platform and hurt his head." "How is he now?" "He was in a coma all day and only woke up yesterday. The doctor did a computer scan for him. Fortunately, his brain was not injured." I breathed a sigh of relief and asked Liangmei, "Which hospital does he live in?" I took the photo frame I was going to give him and hurried to the hospital.But, I never thought that when I walked into the ward, I saw a young woman sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding him porridge. At that moment, I didn't know whether to leave immediately or stay, but the woman next to him just turned around and saw me. "Who are you looking for?" The woman stood up and asked me. Wen Zhi, whose head was bandaged, was stunned when he saw me. I stood there stuttering, at a loss. "Let me introduce—" Wenzhi supported his weak body and said, "This is my colleague Zhou Qingting, and this is Cao Xueli." "Are you reporting the news too?" Cao Xueli asked me. "I report the weather," I said. "Oh." She looked me up and down, as if she wanted to find out the relationship between me and Wen Zhi. "Please sit down." Wen Zhi stammered to me. "No, I still have things to do." I put the photo frame I wanted to give him behind me, "Liangmei said you were in the hospital, so let me take a look, are you okay?" "It's nothing, thank you for your concern." Cao Xueli answered instead of him. "That's good, I have something to do, I'll go first." I pretended that I really had something to do. "Goodbye." Cao Xueli said. Wen Zhi just stared at me. "Thank you." I hurried out of the ward. When going out, Fang Weizhi just came in. "Dragonfly—" he called me. I left the corridor without looking back. It was too late to say what I planned to say to Wen Zhi, maybe, I should be glad that I haven't spoken yet. I was waiting for the car outside the hospital, and Fang Weizhi came out from the hospital. "Brother." I called him, I'm used to calling him brother just like Liangmei. "When did you come back?" he asked me. "This afternoon." "How was the game in Paris?" "I lost." "Oh, there are still many opportunities. What are you holding?" I pointed to the photo frame in a gift box in my hand. "It's useless." I stuffed the photo frame into my purse. "Wenzhi's girlfriend has been living in San Francisco." "Really?" I pretended not to care at all. "They came and went for a while, and she immigrated there." "You already knew?" I blamed him for not telling me earlier.On the night when he invited Gao Yiya to a wedding banquet, he even made fun of Wen Zhi for pursuing me. "Cao Xueli seems to have joined English Channel as a reporter in early 1984. She graduated from Stanford with excellent grades. After emigrating a few years ago, she never came back. I thought they broke up." 1984?If in 1983, I had agreed to work as a weather girl on a TV station, I would have known Wenzhi one step earlier than her, and maybe everything would have been different; She compares? "They look fine," I said. "I don't know too well." He smiled wryly, "Wen Zhi is a responsible man. A responsible man is very painful." "Do you mean you or him?" "Both." "Don't you want to marry Yiya?" "I have to wait for her because I am responsible. Don't tell her, she will kill me." He smiled wryly. After that day, I didn't go to the hospital to visit Wenzhi again. I couldn't think of what capacity I could use to visit him. Knowing that he recovered and was discharged from the hospital, it was because he appeared in the live broadcast room to report the news again. I stood next to the camera and watched him, that Wenzhi who stepped on his left foot with his right foot, maybe it was just my hallucination. The news report ends and we inevitably face each other. "Are you okay?" I asked him casually. "It's all right, thank you for visiting me." "I'm going to get ready." I found an excuse to end this embarrassing moment. When reporting the weather, I said sadly: "Tomorrow will be sunny." So what if the sun shines? After reporting the weather, I left the studio and saw Wen Zhi wandering in the corridor. "Aren't you leaving yet?" I asked him.I knew in my heart that he was actually waiting for me. "I'm going home. Where are you going? Are you going home too?" "No." I said. He looked disappointed. "I'm going back to school, are you on my way?" "By the way." He breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting on his locomotive again, the feeling is different.I look at his back, and I want to hug it, but it doesn't belong to me. "Where's your girlfriend? Don't you need to accompany your girlfriend?" I asked him. "She's gone back to San Francisco." "Leave so soon?" "yes." "It's really rare to come back here to take care of you." "She didn't come back specifically to take care of me. She came back to pick up her grandmother, and it happened that I had an accident." "When will she come back? It stands to reason that she has taken citizenship, so she can come back with you." "She has already got it, but she doesn't like Hong Kong, she likes the life there very much. She has a good job there." Wenzhi didn't go on, and I couldn't pretend to talk about his daughter with him as if nothing had happened. friend.The more I talked, the more I seemed to care.However, the less the two of us talked, the more we seemed to care about each other.Silence is the most unconcealable loss. The car finally arrived at the school. "Thank you." I jumped out of the car. "There's one thing I've been wanting to tell you—" He turned off the engine of the locomotive. I stood there, waiting for him to speak. He looked at me, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "I'm sorry, I should tell you that I have a girlfriend. I didn't hide it on purpose, but I just don't know how to say it—" "You don't need to tell me," I said sadly. "It's your secret, and besides, nothing happened to us—" I took out the photo frame I was going to give him in my backpack, and I kept it by my side all the time. "I bought it in London and gave it to you. May you never be sad." He took the photo frame and looked at me helplessly. "This photo frame can hold three photos. In the future, you can put photos of you, your wife and children on it." "Thank you," he said sadly. "Didn't you tell me not to be sad?" He hesitated to speak. "Don't say goodbye to me." I stopped him first. He looked at me, not knowing what to say. "I'm going in." I finally mustered up the courage to say.If I don't go in again, I will throw myself into his arms and be willing to be the third party. I ran into the school, not daring to look back at him. He was originally mine, but the time was wrong, and he was in another woman's life, just like a piece of furniture bought by someone in a furniture store. He already had a sign that said 'SOLD' on his body, someone I wanted it earlier, but I came too late, no matter how much I like him, I can't take him away, I can only stand there and sigh. Is love really the beauty that cannot be possessed? The next day, I called Fang Weizhi and resigned from my part-time TV job. "Why?" he asked me. "I want to prepare my graduation project." I said. I just can't see Wenzhi again. Wenzhi didn't look for me either, maybe Fang Weizhi was right, a responsible man is very painful. Liang Mei was doing an internship in a large law firm in Central, while Xiong Bi stayed at the university to study for a master's degree.That night, Liangmei came to my house to find me, and I was busy preparing for the graduation competition held in a week. "Are you really giving up like this?" Liangmei asked me. "What do you think I can do?" "Since he and his girlfriend have been separated for a long time, why don't they just break up?" "Maybe Wenzhi loves her very much and is willing to wait for her, just like your brother is willing to wait for Yiya." "It's different, my brother and Yi Ya are married and have been in love for many years." "Perhaps there is a covenant between Wenzhi and Cao Xueli. He will work hard for his ideals in Hong Kong, and she will take a foreign citizenship to protect him if necessary, so that he has no worries." "Do you really believe that?" Liangmei asked me back. "I can only believe in this way. Besides, if I don't believe it, I have to believe it. I can't compare with her." "You have no confidence." Liangmei scolded me. "It's only now that I understand how lucky it is to fall in love with a man who doesn't have a girlfriend." I said sadly. "Is this called the right person at the wrong time?" Liangmae asked me. "If it's the right person, there will always be another one at the right time." "Are these your graduation works?" Liangmei flipped through my design sketches on the bed, "It's very beautiful, and I want to wear it too." "I must win this time." "why?" "I can't lose to one person." "Is it Xu Wenzhi?" I shake my head. Yang Hongnian is one of the judges of the design competition for design graduates. On the day of the game, I saw him offstage. He was as proud as ever and ignored me. Liang Mei and Xiong Bi came to support my show together, and the TV station also sent an interview team to shoot the sideshow, but the reporter who came to interview was not Wen Zhi. I participated in the competition for the evening wear group, and my series of designs, the theme is flowers and leaves.The skirts were tied with irregular leaf edges, and the models appeared in romantic flower crowns, like flower fairies. What I want to tell is a story that I hope you will never be sad.The poem engraved on the photo frame I bought in London as a gift to Wenzhi is: The flowers will wither, the leaves will disperse, the flowers, sweet wine, and beautiful clothes are all mourning for a love that died young. I give my work to the man I once fell in love with deeply. The gentle exhortation and the sad parting of that night are still deeply burned on my heart, like wearing a thorny flower crown on my head. "It's beautiful, you will definitely win." Liangmei told me while waiting for the result to be announced in the audience. I wanted it too, but in the end, I only got one merit award, and I was so disappointed that I almost couldn't stand up. "Impossible, your design is the most beautiful." Liangmei apologized for me. "Winning the Merit Award is already very good," Xiong Bi said. Of course I know that if you only get one merit award, you lose. After the show, I stayed backstage to clean up. When I was squatting on the ground to remove the fake flowers from my clothes, a voice called me. I looked up, it was Yang Hongnian. "What's the matter?" I lowered my head and continued to do my work, ignoring him. "I heard you stopped reporting the weather on the TV station." "Yes, but not because I find the job unrefined." "Are you interested in being my assistant?" I almost thought I had heard wrong, and looked up at him, his expression was serious. "Didn't you say you hate losing people? I lost tonight, and you have no reason to hire me." I said coldly. "What you lose is not talent, but financial resources. The fabrics used by other winners are very expensive, and the effect is of course better." Suddenly, I was a little moved. "How? Many people also want to be my assistant." "I'm going to think about it," I said. He was a little surprised, probably no one had ever rejected him like this. "Well, think about it, I can only wait for you for three days, if I don't see you within three days, I won't wait for you anymore." "What else do you think about?" Liangmei asked me. "I don't like him, you haven't seen his ugly face." I said lying on Liangmei's bed. "This opportunity is rare, he just has a weird temper." "Do you think I should go too?" "He came to beg you, not you to beg him." "It would be nice if there was a man by my side." I smiled wryly, "You can ask him if you encounter such a problem." "You can ask Xu Wenzhi." Liangmei turned on the TV, and Wenzhi was reporting the news. I looked at the clock, wondering: "Why are there news reports at this time?" "I recorded it last night." Wenzhi is reporting on the fashion competition for design graduates held yesterday. "Although no one came to interview him, he reported this piece of gossip." Liangmei said, "Isn't it amazing?" I saw my design on the screen, the dress made of flowers and leaves, although it didn't win, it stayed in front of the camera the longest. Suddenly, I had a decision. "I'll go." I told Liangmae. "Have you decided?" "If one day I become famous, Wenzhi can often see my works or hear my name. Even after ten or twenty years, he will not forget me. If I am not famous, he may Will forget me. The only thing that can forcefully occupy a man's memories is to live better." "Then you must become famous, you must live in his mind forever, and make him regret not choosing you. You must be better than his girlfriend who studied at Stanford." In order to stay in the memory of Wenzhi forever, I let go of my dignity and came to Yang Hongnian's studio in Cheung Sha Wan on the third day. Yang Hongnian was watching models trying on his latest designs, and he was not surprised to see me. "You take photocopies for me." He threw me a stack of freshly drawn design sketches. "Photocopy?" I didn't expect to be in charge of photocopying on the first day of work. "Is it up to you to draw the picture?" He asked me back. I had to make a photocopy.This is the first time I have seen his sketches. His painting skills are superb. The models in the paintings all have a pair of indifferent eyes that seem to see through people's thoughts. Yang Hongnian also has a studio in his own home, where he creates.He lives in a 40-year-old bungalow in Happy Valley, with a studio on the ground floor and a bedroom on the first floor. He has a quirk, that is, he only likes to drink a peach wine called "Heavenly Peach". "Heavenly Peach" was prepared by a famous bar in Venice, Italy. Due to its popularity, the owner of the bar put it in a bottle and produced it by himself. "Heavenly Peach" is a mixture of fresh peach juice and champagne. The color is very beautiful, transparent pink with a bit of magical color.The bottle is only about the size of a palm. The body of the bottle is transparent and the lines are smooth. When you take a sip, you will feel ecstatic. There seems to be pink liquid flowing in your blood vessels. "Heavenly Peach" can only be bought in a supermarket specializing in foreign food in Central, and it is often out of stock. If Yang Hongnian can't drink it, he has no design inspiration, so one of my jobs is to buy "Heavenly Peach" for him. Peach". That day, he ran out of "Heavenly Peach" and I ran to the supermarket. The "Heavenly Peach" on the shelf was out of stock. Scalp back. "I don't care, you find it for me." He said arrogantly. I had no choice but to look for it in other supermarkets. There were no supermarkets. I went to the bars in Lan Kwai Fong and tried my luck one by one, but I still couldn’t find them. If I went back like this, I would definitely be scolded. I saw some fresh peaches in the fruit shop. I had an idea and bought some peaches and a bottle of champagne. I squeezed the peaches and mixed them with champagne. Although the color is a bit different from "Heavenly Peach", the taste It was very close, so I put it in a cup and took it out to Yang Hongnian. "What's this?" He asked me, holding a glass of wine. "'Heavenly Peach'." I said tremblingly. He took a sip and said, "It's terrible. What brand is it?" "I concocted it in the kitchen." "No wonder." He put down his wine glass, picked up his coat and went out, "Call me back when you find it." "You don't do things without 'Heavenly Peach'?" I asked him. He ignored me. I had to call the supermarket and tell them to notify me immediately if "Heavenly Peach" came. Fortunately, after waiting for a week, "Heavenly Peach" came, and Yang Hongnian was willing to go back to work and redesign his new summer clothes. "If there is no wine like 'Heavenly Peach' in the world, will you not work in the future?" I asked him. "It's no fun being human if you can only drink the nasty stuff you make." "I just thought it tasted good." I shot back at him. "So this is the difference between me and you, I only want the best." "How do you know I don't want the best?" I retorted him. "I hope." I thought that with "Heavenly Peach", he would concentrate on designing, but after two weeks, he stopped writing again. "What's the matter?" I asked him. "I'm out of pens." "I'll buy it for you." "I've searched many places, but I can't buy it," he said dejectedly. Every designer has a pen that he is used to. The pen used by Yang Hongnian is called PANTEL 1.8CM, with a relatively thick nib. "I'll look for it," I said. I found a lot of stationery stores that specialize in art tools, but they all said that there is no such pen, because too few people use it, so this kind of pen is not often in stock. I couldn't find that kind of pen for a day, and Yang Hongnian refused to draw for a day. At his home that day, I told him: "Everyone is waiting for your design, it's too late." "I can't draw anything without that pen," he said with his usual savagery. "What about the new summer clothes?" "Forget it! Let's go out to dinner." We took a taxi to Tsim Sha Tsui for dinner, but we didn't expect to meet Wenzhi on the way. The taxi stopped at the traffic light, and he was on his motorcycle, parked right next to me. He saw me first, and Yang Hongnian who was sitting next to me.He will definitely think that Yang Hongnian is my boyfriend. "Long time no see." I greeted him first. Yang Hongnian even waved to him. Wenzhi didn't know what to say, the traffic light turned green, and he said to me, "Goodbye." Another goodbye. "Thank you." I said. I haven't seen him for half a year. For half a year, I have been paying attention to every person who starts a car on the road, hoping to meet Wen Zhi. Today, I finally met him, but it happened to be the wrong time. "Why did you greet him just now?" I questioned Yang Hongnian. 他这样做，会令文治误会他是我男朋友。 “他是不是那个在电视台报告新闻的徐文治？” "So what?" “我是他影迷，跟他打招呼有什么不对？” 我给他气死。 “他是不是你以前的男朋友？” "no." “那你为什么害怕他误会我是你男朋友？” “谁说我误会？”我不承认。 “你的表情告诉了我。” "That's not the case." “他看来挺不错。” “你是不是同性恋的？” “为什么这样说？就因为我说他不错？” “半年来，我没见过有女人来找你。” “我不是说过，我只要最好的吗？” 接着的一个月，杨弘念天天也不肯工作，只是要我陪他吃饭。 “你什么时候才肯工作？”我问他。 “我没有笔。”他理直气壮地说。 “你怎可以这样任性？” “不是任性，是坚持。别唠叨，我们去吃饭。” “我不是来跟你吃饭的，我是来跟你学习的。” “那就学我的坚持。” 九个月过去了，找不到那款笔，杨弘念竟然真的什么也不做。除了陪他吃饭和替他买“天国蜜桃”，我什么也学不到，再这样下去，再熬不出头，文治把我忘了。 那天在杨弘念家里，我终于按捺不住问他： “是不是找不到那款笔，你就从此不干了？” “我每个月给你薪水，你不用理我做什么。” “我不能再等，我赶着要成名。”我冲口而出。 “赶着成名给谁看？”他反问我。 “你别理我。” 他沮丧地望着我说：“难道你不明白吗？” “我明白，但我不能再陪你等，我觉得很无聊。” “那你走吧。”他说，“以后不要再回来，我看见你就讨厌。” “是你要我走的……”我觉得丢下他好象很残忍。这一年来，我渐渐发现，他外表虽然装得那样高傲，内心却很孤独，除了创作，差不多凡事都要依赖我。 “你还不走？我现在开除你。”他拿起我的背包扔给我。 “我走了你不要后悔。” “荒谬！我为什么要后悔？快走！” 我立刻拿着背包离开他的家。 这个人为什么要这样对我？我对他仅余的一点好感都没有了。 从跑马地走出来，我意外地发现一间毫不起眼的文具店，为了可以找个地方抹干眼泪，我走进店里，随意看看货架上的东西，谁知道竟然让我发现这半年来我们天天在找的PANTEL 1.8CM。 “这种笔，你总共有多少？”我问店东。 “只来了三打。”店东说。 “请你统统给我包起来。” 我抱着那盒笔奔跑回去，兴奋地告诉杨弘念。 “我找到了！” 他立刻就拿了一支开始画草图。 我整夜站在他身边，看着他完成一张又一张的冬季新装草图。那些设计，美丽得令人心动，原来这半年来，他一直也在构思，只是没有画出来。 “很漂亮。”我说。 “你不是说过辞职的吗？”他突然跟我说。 为了自尊，我拿起背包。 “不要走，我很需要你。”他说。 “我不是最好的。”我回头说。 “你是最好的。”他拉着我的手，放在他脸上。 也许我跟他一样寂寞吧，那一剎，我爱上了他。 “竟然是杨弘念？”跟良湄在中环吃饭时，我把这个消息告诉她，她吓了一跳。 “是他。”我说。 “那徐文治呢？” “他已经有女朋友，不可能的了。” “你不是为了他才去当杨弘念的助手吗？怎么到头来却爱上了杨弘念？” 跟良湄分手之后，我独个儿走在路，上想起她说的话，是的，我为了一个男人而去跟着另一个男人工作，阴差阳错，却爱上了后来者；就好象一个每天守候情人的来信的女孩子，竟然爱上了天天送信来的邮差。是无奈，还是寂寞？生命，毕竟是在开我们的玩笑。 玩笑还不止这一个，那天在银行里，我碰到文治，他刚好就在我前面排队，我想逃也逃不了。 "Long time no see," he said. "yes." “工作顺利吗？”他问我。 “还不错，你呢？” “也是一样。那天跟你一起在出租车上的男人，就是那个著名的时装设计师吗？你就是当他的助手？” “都一年前的事了，你到现在还记得？” 他腼腆地垂下头。 原来他一直放在心里。 “先生，你要的美元。”柜台服务员把一叠美金交给他。 “你要去旧金山吗？” "yes." “去探望女朋友吗？”我装着很轻松的问他。 他尴尬地点头，剎那之间，我觉得心酸，我以为我已经不在意，我却仍然在意。 “我不等了，我赶时间。”我匆匆走出银行，害怕他看到我在意的神色。 外面正下着滂沱大雨，我只得站在一旁避雨。 文治走出来，站在我旁边。我们相识的那一天，不也正是下着这种雨吗？一切又彷佛回到以前。他，必然看到了我在意的神色。 “你很爱她吧？”我幽幽地说。 “三年前她决定去旧金山的时候，我答应过，我会等她。” "you did not answer my question." “没人知道将来的事，但是我既然答应过她，就无法反悔。” “即使你已经不爱她？” 他望着我，说不出话。 雨渐渐停了。我身边已经有另一个男人，我凭什么在意？ “雨停了。”我说。 "yes." “我走了。”我跟他道别。 他轻轻地点头，没有跟我说再见。 我跳上出租车，知道了文治只是为了一个诺言而苦苦等待一个女人。So what?她比我早一步霸占他，我来迟了，只好眼巴巴的看着他留在她身边。 我一直不认为他很爱她，也许每一个女人都会这样骗自己。这一天，他证实了我所想的，照理我应该觉得高兴，可是，我却觉得失落。也许，他不是离不开她，而是他不能爱我更多。比起他的诺言，我还是微不足道。 在杨弘念的床上，他诧异地问我： “你以前没有男朋友的吗？” 也许他觉得感动吧。 但是他会否理解，对一个人的悬念，不一定是曾经有欲。单单是爱，可以比欲去得更深更远。 “你不是曾说我的境界不够吗？”我问他。 “我有这样说过吗？”他用手指抚弄我的头发。 “在往巴黎的飞机上，你忘了吗？” “我没有忘记——” “你还没有告诉我怎样才可以把境界提高。” “我的境界也很低——”他把头埋在我胸口。 “不，你做出来的衣服，也许是我一辈子都做不到的。” “有一天，你一定会超越我。”他呷了一口“天国蜜桃”说。 "impossible." “你一点也不了解自己。我在你这个年纪，决做不出你在毕业礼上的那一系列晚装。那个时候，你是在爱着一个人吧？” “谁说的？”我否认。 “只有爱和悲伤可以令一个人去到那个境界。最好的作品总是用血和爱写成的。曾经，我最好的作品都是为了一个和我一起呷着'天国蜜桃'的女人而做的。” 他还是头一次向我提及他以前的女人。 “后来呢？”我问他。 “她不再爱我了。” “你不是说，悲伤也是一种动力吗？” “可是我连悲伤都不曾感觉到——” “你还爱她吗？” “我不知道——” 忽然，他问我： "Do you love me?" 我难以置信地看着他。 “为什么这样看着我？”他有点委屈。 “想不到像你这么高傲的人也会问这个问题。” “这个问题跟高傲无关，你怎么知道，我的高傲会不会是一件华丽的外衣？” I laughed. “你还没有回答我——”他说。 “我还没有去到可以答这个问题的境界。”我说。 我用一个自以为很精采的答案回避了他的问题。但是我爱他吗？也许我不过是他的“天国蜜桃”，我们彼此依赖。