With his body swaying from side to side with the inertia of the bus, Lu Chenfeng sat in the last row by the window, tilting his head to admire the scenery outside the window. Rows of eucalyptus leaves and plums lined the field of vision, scattered pink dotted the greenery behind the road, and the sky was like a piece of blue cloth, so clean that it was spotless.
Lu Chenfeng didn't listen to the tour guide's introduction, and kept thinking about Lin Chaosheng's words.
The scenery is beautiful, but it is different from every scene he saw when he was riding a bike yesterday, Lu Chenfeng thought, after all, looking out from a small window and being in it are completely two completely different feelings.
There was a lot of noise in Xizhou Town, and Lu Chenfeng acted as a photographer for others countless times at the entrance of the ancient town. His eyes wandered deeper into the scenic spot, and there were crowds of people in the dark. He had no intention of playing. For the sake of tranquility, he simply chose a nearby water bar with a better environment to pass the rest of the time.
The magazines on the shelf didn't read the content, and the bubble tea was tasteless and tasteless. Lu Chenfeng always made comparisons in his heart, the more he compared, the more he felt that it was better to study in Lin Chaosheng's inn.
There is a special wild mushroom in the lunch menu. Lu Chenfeng's chopsticks have always avoided this dish. Who knows that the restaurant booked by the tour group is irregular, and he only dares to eat Lin Chaosheng's cooking.
In the afternoon, the tour guide led a group of more than 20 people desperately to the narrow and deep street. Lu Chenfeng was smoking an unlit cigarette and silently commented a few words in his heart: There is no market full of fireworks, and there is no kindness under the golden and silver trees. The old man, the Bai youth who didn't kick the shuttlecock, was really boring.
The whole day's trip ended in boredom. The end station was a covered bridge for viewing the scenery. Lu Chenfeng stepped on it and faced the direction of Jiaxi Inn. Head down to unlock the phone.
Lu Chenfeng: Help me sign up.
Fang Yi seemed to have been waiting for news from Lu Chenfeng, and replied quickly: Take a picture of the ID card for me.
Lu Chenfeng clicked on the album to send the pictures stored earlier, and typed in four words: Deadline
Fang Yi: Mail the manuscripts and finished products to the competition organizing committee before July 4, and the winners will be announced at the end of September.
Lu Chenfeng didn't reply any more. A few minutes later, Fang Yi said again: Don't lose to me.
Lu Chenfeng typed the next word "OK" and sent it over. After a long pause, when the screen went out automatically, he put away his phone and stood up straight. There was finally a moment of relaxation in the day.
But then, a heavier pressure fell on his heart. Lu Chenfeng hadn't looked for design inspiration for a piece of work for a long time. There is no theme, no scope, and free play. The production process cannot widen the gap. The focus is on the intention of the work itself.
There was only blank space left in his mind. When Lu Chenfeng was anxious, he used to turn cigarettes with his fingertips, so he turned all the way back to Shuanglang.
After getting off the bus, he walked with his hands in his pockets and his eyes lowered. The green willows beside him, and the fine afterglow covered the flowers. He didn't pay attention to it. He raised his head when he approached the inn, and stopped slowly.
Lin Chaosheng, who was waiting at the gate of the courtyard, was very close to Lu Chenfeng at this time. When he saw his figure, he walked towards him, and then walked back with him.
This action instantly calmed Lu Chenfeng's complicated emotions, and his tense nerves gradually relaxed.
"How did you play today? Are you okay?" Lin Chaosheng asked with concern.
Lu Chenfeng answered with reservations, more because he didn't want to spoil Lin Chaosheng's happiness: "It's good."
"Are you hungry? I'll let you taste my specialty tonight." His fair skin was pale red, and Lin Chaosheng's cheeks were dyed the color of the sunset. He stretched out his hand and opened the door of the inn. He said, "Jian Yi favourite."
The temperature in the inn was warm and warm. Although Lu Chenfeng hadn't stayed for a few days, Lu Chenfeng had already developed a sense of familiarity with "Jiaxi" that was different from other places. He went back to his room to wash his hands and wash his face. He wore only a shirt and sat in the seat on the right side of the bookshelf in the front hall. He raised his head to browse the books in front of him, recalling where Lin Chaosheng had placed the guest book this morning, his searching eyes locked on a familiar deep. On the thick green book, the next second, he was attracted by the delicate cowhide book next to him.
The entire bookshelf was filled with famous works of different thicknesses, and the names of various books were clearly printed on the spine. Its existence was immediately eye-catching and abrupt, as if someone had deliberately arranged it here.
The smell of pineapple rice brought back the scattered thoughts, and his stomach made two "grunts" in coordination. Lu Chenfeng thanked Jian Yi who served him the plate, picked up the bamboo chopsticks and glanced at it. Apart from the main dish, there was also a plate of mushroom sauce and a plate Pulp tofu.
After a few minutes, the plate was empty, and then Lin Chaosheng walked from the kitchen to the front hall, with a few undrained water droplets on the back of his hand. The eyes of the two met, and Lu Chenfeng nodded at him. Seeing that the other party suddenly remembered something, he walked towards him and turned back to the counter. He took out a medicine bottle from the drawer, and swallowed a few pills with the half cup of warm tea left over. , lightly press his chest twice.
Lu Chenfeng's expression was slightly condensed, and the traces between his eyebrows were deep.
"How does it taste?" Lin Chaosheng took a tissue and wiped his hands, his voice was gentle, "Is the taste okay?"
Lu Chenfeng nodded: "I don't eat hard green beans, the ones in pineapple rice are very soft."
"I've been soaking for more than an hour." Lin Chaosheng smiled contentedly and said frankly, "Jane Yi devoured three large bowls in the back kitchen."
"It's really delicious." Lu Chenfeng blurted out, "Now it's also my favorite dish."
He is not good at compliments, he just expresses his thoughts from his heart, so to avoid embarrassment after saying this, he quickly changed the subject: "I want to borrow some white paper and a pencil from you."
Lin Chaosheng responded, "No problem, I'll take it to your room later."
Pushing open the door connecting to the viewing platform to cut off the conversation of the passengers in the front hall, there was silence in his ears, Lu Chenfeng sat on the high stool, cigarette pack in his hand, and looked at the rolling peaks under the night, and stayed for an hour.
When you are in an overly quiet atmosphere and let your mind go, you can easily start to miss the past. Lu Chenfeng recalled that when he had just graduated, he could have had the most stable life, with a fairly generous salary, and became a member of the big city who followed the steps and made a living in an orderly manner.
But he refused the job of the jewelry magazine introduced by his mentor, and resolutely went abroad to find and discover business opportunities in the origin of gems. His family was not wealthy enough to give him any substantial support, so this desperate idea became precarious in the increasingly difficult years, and even so, he never thought of giving up.
Lu Chenfeng rubbed the cigarette pack to make a rustling sound, he smiled lightly, but in the end he did not lose to fate, but to humanity.
"Isn't it cold with so little clothes on?" Lin Chaosheng's voice came from behind him, Lu Chenfeng adjusted his expression and turned around to see that he was holding a stack of unopened matte printing paper in his arms.
Lu Chenfeng: "It's alright, I'm pretty forbidden to freeze."
Lin Chaosheng smiled and asked, "Is this okay?"
Lu Chenfeng took the pen and paper with satisfaction: "It feels a bit wasteful to use it for me, such high-grade paper can be used to print photos."
Lin Chaosheng stood beside him and looked at Lu Chenfeng's eyebrows. He seemed to have a feeling: "Have you decided to seize that opportunity?"
Lu Chenfeng said "um": "Anyway, I still want to give it a try."
The viewing platform faces south, with two pots of Chlorophytum hanging on the railings. There are distant and quiet mountains and seas in the night, as well as the lively fireworks world. Lin Chao breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly sighed in his heart: "About the words you confessed to me this morning..."
He paused and said: "Actually, many people's dreams are far from reality. The harder they work, the harder it will be. Therefore, 'giving up' becomes particularly important, but they often feel unwilling."
For a moment, it was as if Lin Chaosheng had seen it through. While Lu Chenfeng was surprised, he couldn't help but yearn to hear more words that resonated with him.
Lin Chaosheng raised his head as he spoke, and his eyes met the moonlight of Sushui. He continued, "But such people are always stronger and more determined than anyone else, because they know very well what they want."
"So the miracle happened among these people."
Lu Chenfeng's focus on looking at people is gentle and easy-going, which won't make Lin Chaosheng feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, it makes him want to stay in these eyes rubbing Fengyue for too long.
After a long while, Lu Chenfeng said, "...Thank you."
Lin Chaosheng rolled his eyes and pointed at the pen and paper in his hand with his index finger: "Seize the opportunity, you've already succeeded halfway through. Although I'm an outsider, my words may have little weight, but I still want to tell you that I believe in you."