After Tang Wenxi's repeated attempts to stay, Yi Hui decided to stay in the capital for one more day.
Yang Chengxuan came and went in a hurry. When he saw Tang Wenxi, he said hello and left. When he arrived at the door, he meaningfully told him to remember to lock the door, which made Tang Wenxi confused and asked Yi Hui what happened.
Yi Hui wanted to ask them directly about their relationship, but when he thought of his evasiveness when he mentioned Yang Chengxuan before, he gave up and said, "I'm wearing your clothes, and he treats me as you."
Tang Wenxi was shocked: "He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Yi Hui asked back, "What should he do to me?"
Tang Wenxi scratched his ears and cheeks, hesitating and unable to speak, but his face turned red little by little.
Yi Hui made a guess in his heart, not wanting to embarrass him, and pushed him into the room: "Didn't you say that Auntie cut the fruit? Come on, let's go in and eat."
The next day, the two went to the amusement park together.
Originally, Tang Wenxi first proposed to go, saying that the amusement park was recently renovated and a new park was opened. The online evaluation of the new project was very high, which made him have unprecedented expectations and enthusiasm.
I planned to go before, but I never found a partner. The classmates and friends around him either laughed at him for being naive or said that he was not free. He mentioned it at the dinner table that day, and his parents and mother persuaded him to do his homework at home. Yi Hui showed the same yearning look as him.
The two hit it off and got up early that day, each with a backpack and a sun hat, and took the first bus in the morning to the amusement park in the suburbs.
When we arrived at the place, it was just in time for the opening of the park. The carousel at the entrance had just started, and there were very few people. The two of them sat back and forth three times, happily holding their mobile phones to take pictures of each other.
"I think you like taking pictures, don't you?" At the end of the last lap, he climbed down from the wooden horse, and Tang Wenxi immediately began to look through the albums to select the better-looking ones, "Why did the Artists Association block her face that day and not let you take pictures? That's the award. , how rare it is."
Yi Hui was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's different, there are strangers there, and it's different if you take pictures for me."
Tang Wenxi was very satisfied with this answer, and excitedly pulled him to the roller coaster: "Let's go by the speeder, and the photographer for the royal family will go back and make an amusement park special for you!"
Of course, it was not filmed, and mobile phones are not allowed on the roller coaster.
It was really impossible to shoot, the two of them sat up happily and climbed down with a pale face. Yi Hui, who was in a better situation, supported Tang Wenxi and asked him how he was feeling. Tang Wenxi forced a smile, shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and turned his head to hold the trash can and vomit.
Five minutes later, Yi Hui handed Tang Wenxi a tissue dampened with water to wipe his mouth, and said worriedly, "Why don't we go back."
Tang Wenxi was still holding the trash can and waved his hand firmly to say no.
"Why do you have to be brave when you can't play exciting projects?" Yi Hui looked at his pitiful tearful expression and wondered if he should laugh, "Before going up, who said he was a roller coaster bully, and if the equipment is broken, it's okay to hang it upside down? "
Tang Wenxi waved his hands weakly: "When I'm old, if I push it forward ten years, I can sit back and forth for eight consecutive times without panting."
Yi Hui was deeply skeptical: "Eight round trips? It took us more than an hour just to line up."
"Anyway, there are not eight or five times." Tang Wenxi tried his best, wiped his mouth and straightened his waist, another hero, "Time waits for no one, go, hurry up to the next one, I have to treat your fear of flying today. be cured!"
In fact, the feeling of playing the exciting project is completely different from the feeling of flying. Yi Hui did not want to spoil him, so he arranged it.
After experiencing a series of adrenaline-rushing projects such as roller coasters, big pendulums, and jumping machines, Tang Wenxi finally regained the feeling of ten years ago. After eating something at the restaurant in the park at noon, he pulled Take Yi Hui to queue up over there.
The team lined up from the outdoors to the cave of the artificial rockery. Tang Wenxi pointed to the screaming people swooping down from a height outside: "That's it! I loved playing this when I was a kid, especially in summer, eh? , have you played this?"
Yi Hui looked in the direction he pointed: "No, I've only been here once."
"Once? Then you should have played it too, what about the classic project."
Yi Hui pursed his lips and smiled: "I came in a hurry that time, I only played one project and left."
Tang Wenxi immediately patted his chest and said that he wanted to let him feel the real charm of this project. Then, when all the staff bought disposable raincoats, the two of them sat up with their bare hands, and unsurprisingly experienced a speed and coolness, and got off the boat. The splashing water splashed all over his face.
When they got off the boat at the station, the two of them pointed to the embarrassed appearance of each other's body covered in water and laughed, and they couldn't stop when they walked outside the stadium.
Tang Wenxi smiled and wiped Yi Hui's face with a paper to prevent him from catching a cold. Yi Hui took it over and wiped it himself, followed behind Tang Wenxi, and suddenly heard Tang Wenxi shout: "Wow, it's finally bright!"
At this time, it was already half dark, and the carousel in the distance was lit up with colorful lights. Yi Hui looked up, and the Ferris wheel that fell into view was also turning on the lighting equipment. The lights came on one by one along the huge inner circle, and then there were warm yellow lights on the top of each cockpit in the outer circle. Flickering one after another, the dreamy dazzling scene merges with the quiet evening glow in the distance.
"What are you dazed for?"
Yi Hui's wandering thoughts were recalled by Tang Wenxi, and he shook his head and said, "It's nothing."
Tang Wenxi was not tired at all after playing for a day: "Let's go, let's play the new project first, the Ferris wheel can sit anywhere."
Before leaving, Yi Hui turned his head and took another look at the huge disc bathed in the setting sun. Watching it slowly rotate, he wondered if the people sitting on it were the same as him at the time, with infinite longing for future life.
If you think about it, it's not that you didn't have a good time.
Back then, in preparation for the wedding, he frequently traveled back and forth between S City and the capital, and Yi Hui saw this Ferris wheel several times on his way to the airport.
He wanted to sit, and he asked his brother and sister-in-law to take him there. The sister-in-law was about to answer, but was dismissed by his brother's fluttering "let Zhou Jinheng take you there".
Yi Hui knew that his fiance was very busy, so he didn't dare to mention it in his heart. Unexpectedly, Zhou Jinheng suddenly took off his sunglasses after stepping out of the church that afternoon, looked at him and asked, "Want to ride the Ferris wheel?"
Yi Hui nodded dumbly.
Zhou Jinheng stepped forward to open the car door and motioned him to go up: "What are you waiting for? Let's go."
Even though he knew that it was his elder brother, Yi Hui was still very excited, and peeked at Zhou Jinheng's expression along the way, for fear that he would think that the journey was too far, and he couldn't say if he was unhappy.
It was not until he bought a ticket to enter the park and stood in the queue at the foot of the Ferris wheel that Yi Hui made up his mind and felt that Zhou Jinheng should not be able to escape.
It was the weekend, and there were a lot of people in line. When the lights came on, there was a commotion in the crowd. The people behind wanted to squeeze in to the front, and pushed Yi Hui, who was also looking up, to the front. Hold on to his waist so that he won't fall over.
"Look at your feet... how did you grow so big?"
Although Zhou Jinheng frowned and his tone was not good, Yi Hui still regarded these words as concern and blushed for a while.
Entering the cockpit, Yi Hui's heart jumped faster as the height gradually climbed. Zhou Jinheng lowered his eyes to see how nervous he was clutching the hem of his clothes, and said with a sneer, "I'm afraid of being too tall to sit here."
Yi Hui felt ashamed, lowered his head and didn't speak, and then heard a rustling sound, and the voice suddenly shifted to his ears: "Okay, don't be afraid, just close your eyes and count, count to one hundred, open your eyes. Open your eyes."
Zhou Jinheng actually moved to sit beside him from the opposite side.
Yi Hui closed his eyes obediently, not to count silently, but to hide the throbbing that had nowhere to go. He remembered that the book described that when love came, there would be "deer bumps", and he felt that what he had in his heart was not a deer, but a Doraemon rolling on the ground.
As a result, he arrived at the station before he counted ten. Zhou Jinheng went down first and strode ahead. Yi Hui used a little courage that had not dissipated to call him: "I-I made a wish for you just now."
Perhaps because of the successful completion of the task, Zhou Jinheng was in a good mood at the moment, slowed down and turned his head, and asked with great interest, "Oh? What do you wish?"
Yi Hui's face was burning when he looked at him like this: "I hope... I hope every wish of yours will come true."
Zhou Jinheng was stunned for a moment, but when Yi Hui thought that his wish was too stupid and would be laughed at, and he planned to withdraw this sentence in shame, Zhou Jinheng really laughed.
Laughing is laughing, but no contempt or joking can be seen.
He raised his hand to touch the top of Yi Hui's hair, and realized that Yi Hui was older than himself, so he retracted his hand embarrassingly, but the corners of his lips were always hooked upward: "Then... thank you."
On the way to the airport, passing the amusement park and looking at the Ferris wheel in the distance through the car window, Zhou Jinheng suddenly remembered that Yi Hui at that time still knew the grievances and still had some awkward little temper.
Later, I don't know when he started, he became taciturn and timid, and he dared not send more than two lines of text messages to himself, for fear that he would not be happy to read it, or would not answer his call after reading it.
Back at his home in S City, Zhou Jinheng first watered the flowers, and then went to the kitchen to grab something to eat for dinner.
Before he left last time, he hired an aunt for this house. The main task every day is to take care of the white snowflakes, clean up by the way, and leave some food in the refrigerator. Because he hasn't been back for so many days, the house is still the same.
He is about to join the group for filming, and Zhou Jinheng, who took the time to rush back today, has a task at hand.
First take a piece of paper and draw the plan of the two rooms in proportion. Use a tape measure to measure the length, width and height of the bookshelf and easel, and then determine the general placement position based on the orientation of the windows. After doing this, Zhou Jinheng rolled up his sleeves and started to move the things from the studio to the room upstairs with the sun rising.
Yi Hui didn't have many painting tools, and they were neatly organized, just put them in the order he left behind. A little more troublesome was the cabinet for storing the drawings. It was difficult for one person to move it. Zhou Jinheng wrapped the eight corners of the cabinet with anti-collision sponge, half-lifted and half-pushed it, and moved it outside.
The floor level in the corridor is relatively easy to move. When entering the door, the foot of the cabinet was tripped by the raised threshold, and the cabinet fell diagonally to the side. Zhou Jinheng didn't have time to reach out to support it. .
The cabinet had no door, and a stack of drawings slipped from the upper level.
After straightening the cabinet, Zhou Jinheng was free to pick up the sketches scattered all over the floor, only to find that all the paintings on it were of himself.
Sitting, standing, smiling, frowning, drinking coffee leisurely, sleeping with eyes closed, there are even sketches of him walking the red carpet and winning awards, as well as makeup photos of every role he has played. Hand Painted.
Zhou Jinheng knew that Yi Hui could draw, and occasionally called him a "painter", but it was only recently that he learned that he was so good at painting.
Smooth lines, bright and just right colors, because Fang Youqing, Yang Chengxuan, and Zhou Jinheng have a lot of dealings with paintings. He is as picky as he is. He has to admit that these works are excellent. affection.
There was a zipper bag with a Doraemon pattern in the middle of the drawing paper. When he held it in his hand, Zhou Jinheng remembered the sticker with the same pattern on the phone. Doraemon merchandise around the home.
Open the zipper, take out a plain handkerchief from the inside, spread it out, and see three small characters embroidered with a very thin thread in the lower right corner - thank you.
Zhou Jinheng couldn't really remember what he had done to be thankful. He looked at the handkerchief again, and rubbed it with his fingertips. When he finally touched the pattern on the edge, the memory that disappeared with the wind was sent back by the wind rising from the ground. came back.
The sunny studio in the afternoon, the windows that can be easily opened from the outside, the rustling sound of the nib rubbing on the drawing paper, and the people sitting in the corner of the back row painting the bright spring flowers outside the window with tears on their faces.
It turned out that the first meeting he thought was not the real first meeting. He forgot it completely, but Yi Hui remembered it unforgettable.
How could Yi Hui not feel wronged? He was feeling wronged and sad all the time. He was angry that Zhou Jinheng had forgotten their first meeting, that Zhou Jinheng had forgotten the agreement, that Zhou Jinheng took someone else's handkerchief and borrowed flowers to offer Buddha, and he turned his face and forgot that he had been so kind to him. , pulled him into the tenderness and joy woven with lies, and left him alone in the cold abyss.
Zhou Jinheng began to question himself uncontrollably—
Why never cared before
How can you turn a blind eye for three years
How can you be willing
In the past, Yi Hui had been lying beside the bed more than once, in a very small voice, said to him who was dozing off: "You have to think about it, think about where we first met. When you think about it, can you... Give Huihui a hug?"
Just over 20 years have passed in his life. Looking back, he went his own way and was arrogant and reckless. Even if everyone said that his choice was wrong, even if he knew he was going his own way, he never regretted it. Pass.
Zhou Jinheng slowly raised his arms, posing for a hug.
There was a silent air brushing his empty arms, bypassing his fingers that had lost their temperature, as if reminding him that no one would stand there waiting for him, and no one would rush into his arms.
Nothing is useless is love, and even more useless is belated love.
He regretted it, regretted not being nice to Yi Hui, regretted not hugging him before he was disheartened, regretting not holding his hand when he was lying beside the bed and whispering so many times, and promised him to be in his ear After reading all the little requests, when he opened his eyes in disbelief, he patiently repeated "I love you too".
For the first time in his life, Zhou Jinheng felt the feeling of being shrouded in despair, as if he was trapped in a winter with only dark nights, snow and wind, and darkness.
However, he opened the corner of his mouth to laugh under this harsh situation, stiff to the point of no pain, repeatedly chewing the word that was originally unfamiliar to him between his lips and teeth.
Regret... Regret.
But what's the use of regretting it now
The drawing board moved to the sun has no one to paint, and no one will respond to the lateness of the mind.
The author has something to say: Xiao Zhou, you finally admit it! Everyone applaud him! rest tomorrow. almost.