The theater works very well, and the musical is impeccable, from the soundtrack to the actor's line skills are masters.
But Pei Zhuo didn't listen carefully, he was quietly looking at Lu Lin's hand.
The man looked engrossed, his left hand was resting on the back of the chair, his slender fingers were relaxed and spread out, and his joints were clearly defined.
Pei Zhuo suddenly remembered "Letter from a Strange Woman".
"When the overture began, the lights went out."
"I can't see your face anymore, I just feel that your breath is very close to me, just like that night that year."
"Your hand rests on the velvet railing. A desire keeps coming over me so strong that I even want to bend down and kiss it."
He could feel Lu Lin's breathing, and also felt that he was sinking a little bit.
When you really like someone, even if he sits there and does nothing, he can sink himself deeper and deeper.
Pei Zhuo stared at the man's hand in the darkness, the music in his ears gradually faded away, but he could hear every word written by Ritzweig in that book.
"The more the sound wave in my ear rises and falls, the more fanatical my desire becomes."
"As soon as the first act was over, I begged my friends to take me away."
"You're so foreign in the dark, yet so close to me. I can't take it anymore."
He sighed inaudibly, glanced sideways at Lu Lin, and continued the performance on the stage.
Absent the whole game.
After the date, they had a brief chat before parting in the parking lot. They were distracted as they drove home, regretting not touching each other's hands again.
Mingming had thought very carefully before setting off, and even rehearsed the first sentence of the meeting several times.
But it still didn't perform well, and I always felt that something was missing.
After Pei Zhuo returned home, he wanted to take the initiative to ask him out, but was dragged by his father to go to England.
The family went on a seven-and-a-half-day vacation abroad, and they just came back for a new year.
It was already the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month when they got off the plane, and even the airport was pasted with joyful decorations everywhere.
"This New Year's Eve, I'll eat at home," Aunt Huo let her husband push the box for her, straightened her silk scarf and said, "Xiaozhuo likes to eat dumplings, so I'll pack some more, as well as the sauced meat and braised chicken that Lulu likes." …”
Huo Lu interjected: "My dad has been muttering about wanting to eat fried noodles on the plane."
"I can't eat it." Aunt Huo shook her head: "The doctor said that he needs to control his carbohydrate intake, it can't be like this."
Pei Zhuo turned his phone on and off, wondering whether he should call him or not.
Lu Lin knew that he had gone to the UK, and had contact with him recently, but it was much weaker than when he was in school.
First, the relatives from the UK came over one after another to pay New Year's greetings, and when they came back, they had to help the family with big and small things, and there was no time to stick with him for a while.
Pei Zhuo was so preoccupied with thinking about something messy, he didn't care about the road, and almost fell with the box, but Huo Lu stretched out his arms and hugged him: "Brother, are you calcium deficient! Slow down!"
"...the pulleys of this box don't work." Pei Zhuo frowned: "I'll change it later."
"Look at the way, don't blame other people's boxes." Huo Lu saw his parents concentrating on talking, and whispered in his ear: "I haven't seen anyone for a few days, miss him?"
Pei Zhuo glanced at her, and said solemnly: "I'm not this kind of person."
Turning around, he continued to think about whether to take out his phone and send him a WeChat message.
I was thinking about you just now, and I almost fell down.
A few words ran through my mind, and they all carried a bit of coquettish meaning.
Pei Zhuo came back to his senses, and suddenly remembered the apple man who was blackmailed in the past.
Co-authoring is not because he is disgusting, but because I don't like him at all.
On New Year's Eve, the whole family got up early, went to visit the tomb of the deceased and offered incense, and talked with her in the snow for a while.
The cemetery was chosen in a very secluded place, and the family members of the nearby graves were well educated, so they would not spread ashes everywhere.
Looking at the photo of his deceased wife, Pei Hongchuan's eyes turned red, and he chanted the words he had talked to her for a long time. He reached out to wipe off the faded writing on the tombstone, and wiped away his tears before calling his relatives in the distance to come over.
Pei Zhuo would visit his mother once a month, and because it was New Year's Eve, he brought her a plate of dumplings made by himself, knelt down and said, mother, don't worry, happy new year.
The mother and daughter of the Huo family helped them clean the nearby steps with a rag and clean water, arranged the newly bought pots of magnolia flowers on both sides, and bowed three times together.
When we were driving home again, the sun gradually emerged from the clouds, and it was shining brightly in the sky, making people feel bright in their hearts.
The elders started to prepare the New Year's Eve dinner, and were busy preparing vegetables, chopping meat and making brine. Huo Lu turned on the stereo and pulled Pei Zhuo to clean up. The room was filled with the sound of the thirty-minute news broadcast.
There are children playing with fireworks sticks in the yard, all of them dressed like little cotton balls jumping around, their laughter is clear and lovely. The host in the news was also smiling, and began to talk about the customs of various provinces and places, occasionally interspersed with a few allegories to make fun of it.
After Pei Zhuo wiped the window and washed the gauze, he heard Huo Lu humming.
He wiped his hands and sent Lu Lin a happy new year.
The other party came back quickly, as if waiting for him.
Happy New Year, Teacher Pei.
I wish you a happy and safe year.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, the whole family nestled back on the sofa to watch the Spring Festival Gala, throwing all the dishes into the dishwasher and letting them take care of themselves.
"This year's Spring Festival Gala is not good," Dad Pei said every year: "This sketch is boring."
Both his and Aunt Huo's mobile phones were on and off, full of boring text messages that came to pay New Year's greetings.
Pei Zhuo leaned to the side to watch the dance party for a while, then turned and went to the study to make a phone call.
This is the first time he took the initiative to call Lu Lin.
Teachers are actually very afraid of noise because of their work.
Usually, if the phone rings, 60% of it is because the parents of the two classes call to ask questions. If the grades are not good, you have to worry about when to go up, and if you get good grades, you have to worry about slipping down.
The other 30% are leaders and colleagues, either for changing classes or for all kinds of overtime and documents, even on holidays.
Pei Zhuo has been keeping in touch with Lu Lin through text, but today he really misses him.
He listened to the waiting tone on the phone, his heart pounding.
Someone was setting off fireworks outside, and there was one bang after another.
The phone beeped twice and was quickly connected.
"Teacher Pei?"
"It's me." Teacher Pei suddenly didn't know how to continue: "I..."
"I miss you." Lu Lin whispered.
"I haven't seen Teacher Pei for a long time, and I don't know if you miss me."
The other party is obviously a very introverted person, and today's straightforwardness is not like him.
"I..." Pei Zhuo held the phone, feeling his palms were burning: "Um..."
The man laughed, his voice was crisp.
"It turns out that Teacher Pei is thinking about me too."
Pei Zhuo felt that he was leading him away at the moment, so he changed the subject and said, "Has Teacher Lu had the New Year's Eve dinner?"
The other party paused: "I have eaten."
Pei Zhuo asked again: "What did you eat?"
"..."
"That's right." Pei Zhuo knew that he was not good at lying, so he raised his voice and said leisurely: "Do you want to try my black chicken soup?"
Lu Lin was taken aback for a moment: "Teacher Pei can still cook soup?"
"Actually, I still made dumplings, but the ones were ugly, and I have improved a little this year." Pei Zhuo held the phone and approached the window to see if it was snowing outside: "I'll fry a pot and bring it to you, okay? "
The other party was silent for a while.
"Actually, I should refuse." The man said softly: "On Chinese New Year's Eve, it's not good for you to come out for a run."
"But I want to see you, just for a while."
So Pei Zhuo happily went to fry the dumplings.
It was rare for him to cook, so first Huo Lupa was watching at the door, and then Dad Pei Huo and Aunt Huo came to watch.
"Hey, hey, put less water in the fried dumplings!"
"Put the green onions in later!"
Pei Zhuo couldn't help laughing the whole time, covered his mouth and stood on the fried dumplings, and started laughing again while frying.
"It looks like you're in a relationship." Dad Pei clicked his tongue: "I've met someone I like, and I'm still going out when it's Chinese New Year."
Aunt Huo pushed him, turned her head to help Pei Zhuo turn off the fire, and said in a gentle voice: "It's okay if you don't go home at night, you must pay attention to safety."
"I'm back." Pei Zhuo put the fried dumplings in a box and packed them up, "I'll be back later."
Huo Lu helped pass the bag and winked at him when the door was closed.
"When you see your peach blossom tree, help me say happy new year to him."
Pei Zhuo took the position and went to look for him with dumplings.
He is actually quite a measured person, but the temporary plan changed. He went to England with his family for a vacation. The relationship was forcibly cooled down for several days, and today it suddenly came to the fore.
Lu Lin stood guard at the gate of the community. Seeing him coming, he took the incubator cautiously, said thank you, and led him inside.
Obviously, the two of them were on the phone, but when they really met, they were so close to their homes, they were as speechless as they were at work.
After opening the door, Pei Zhuo poked his head in and took a look.
Sure enough, it was deserted, the dining table was piled with sundries, and there was only a can of Tsingtao Beer on the coffee table.
"Huh?" He turned to look at Lu Lin: "Where is Teacher Lu's New Year's Eve dinner?"
Lu Lin said truthfully: "I drank a glass of cold beer."
Pei Zhuo helped clear out the folders of teaching aids and miscellaneous books on the dining table, and took the thermos box to show him what he had brought.
The small warm yellow table lamp illuminated the food box, which also made the two of them very warm.
"This is dumplings stuffed with fennel, and this is black chicken soup."
Pei Zhuo took the things out in the same way, and told him softly: "You should eat something good during the Chinese New Year, and it will be better for yourself..."
Lu Lin suddenly leaned over and kissed his face.
Pei Zhuo stopped his movements, embarrassed to say anything, lowered his head and said slowly: "Today is Chinese New Year, you can kiss again."
Lu Lin obediently stood closer and kissed his face again.
Lips are warm, cheeks are soft.
"Teacher Lu, I have to go home later." Pei Zhuo looked at him, feeling unsatisfied in his heart: "Eat while it's hot."
The man sat down to eat dumplings very obediently, Pei Zhuo pushed a plate of vinegar over, and he dipped it in vinegar.
Pei Zhuo propped his chin to watch him eat, and his heart went back and forth several times.
He knew that if he went to kiss him, he would be happy tonight.
But Teacher Lu, what I want is not this night.
I want you to like me deeply, if you can't quit me.
After the dumplings were finished, Lu Lin went to the kitchen to wash and dry the insulated box, packed the bag and handed it back to Pei Zhuo.
The two walked out of the community, the street was empty, only the banner advertisements for New Year's greetings were changing.
Seeing Pei Zhuo sitting back in the car, Lu Lin remembered and said, "Mr. Pei, the dumplings are delicious, thank you. Be careful on the way back."
Saying one sentence after another, I just don't want him to go.
Pei Zhuo nodded: "Well, Happy New Year."
When the car disappeared at the end of the street, Lu Lin rubbed his hands, heaved a sigh of relief and turned to go home.
Happy like a child.