The temperature at night is below zero, and if the wind blows occasionally, a biting chill penetrates the down jacket and erodes deep into the body.
Yang Youming put on the mask, but Xia Xingcheng took out the mask from his pocket but did not rush to put it on his face, but just hung it on his ear and pulled it under his chin.
The gate of the community requires an access card to enter and exit, the guard room is tightly closed, and the security guards are heating the fire in the small room while watching the party on a TV.
Xia Xingcheng knocked on the glass of the window, and the security guard opened the window to see him with a look of surprise.
"Please open the door," Xia Xingcheng said to him with a smile.
The security clearly recognized Xia Xingcheng, and he said, "Why are you still going out so late?" His eyes fell on Yang Youming, who was behind Xia Xingcheng, and he was a little puzzled, but he still opened the door for them.
Xia Xingcheng said, "Thank you." Then he went out with Yang Youming.
They came out of the community is a wide street, along this side of the street are all the walls of the community.
Just after walking a few steps, Yang Youming said to Xia Xingcheng, "Put on your mask." The weather was so cold that Xia Xingcheng's face was already flushed by the cold wind.
When Xia Xingcheng pulled up the mask to cover half of his face, Yang Youming stretched out his hand to help him put the hat on his down jacket over his head, so he saw that Xia Xingcheng's entire face was shrouded in shadow, and his voice became unclear. .
They can only hear what the other is saying by walking close to each other.
Yang Youming asked him, "Where are we going?"
Xia Xingcheng stretched out his hand and pointed forward in a direction. He could see the sign of Carrefour in the distance. He said, "That's where I lived when I was a child. It took about half an hour to walk there." The whole street has never been so deserted, not to mention pedestrians, not even a car, he added: "There is no way to get a car, let's walk over."
Yang Youming answered him: "Okay."
Xia Xingcheng continued to walk forward, put his hands into his jacket pockets to absorb the temperature of his body, and said, "My family used to live in that area, and the old buildings are still not demolished. It's an old-fashioned unit building with two families on one floor. ."
Yang Youming made a soft "um" to indicate that he was listening to him.
Xia Xingcheng said: "My family lived there for more than 20 years. It was not until a few years ago that my brother and I pooled money to buy the current house, and then the family moved in together."
"It's amazing that you can buy such a big house in your early twenties," Yang Youming said.
Xia Xingcheng turned his head to look at him and smiled, but his expression was blocked by the mask and hat.
Because the weather is too cold, they unconsciously speed up.
Xia Xingcheng breathed hard through the mask, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke: "Everywhere I went when I was a child, people said I was cute. Later, when I was in middle school, girls said I was handsome. Although my academic performance is not very good, my teachers and classmates are very good at it. I liked me very much, and I was the student council president for two years."
There was a slight smile in Yang Youming's eyes.
Xia Xingcheng said: "I have tried to receive love letters for a week in a row, one every day, and they are all left to me by different girls."
Yang Youming said with a smile: "Really?"
Xia Xingcheng continued to say to him, "I'm still on the basketball school team. Every time there is a game, the average girls in the whole school will come to see me. Most of them come to see me."
"Well," Yang Youming said, "so what?"
Xia Xingcheng walked in front of him, stopped, and faced him, "So I like you so much, don't you think it's not easy?"
Yang Youming looked at him, nodded, and said, "It's my honor."
They walked under the Carrefour sign at the intersection. This is a bustling commercial plaza. Although all the surrounding shopping malls and shops are closed, the colorful lights still persistently illuminate the lonely street.
Xia Xingcheng and Yang Youming turned into a relatively narrow street. The buildings here became a lot lower and darker, and even the street lights became less bright.
There is a kindergarten on the side of the road, and the sign above is made up of colorful animal patterns.
Xia Xingcheng stopped, tucked his hand into his sleeve, touched the iron door through his sleeve, and said, "The door of the kindergarten I went to when I was a child has been changed."
Yang Youming looked into the iron gate.
Xia Xingcheng dragged him and continued to walk forward, "My grandma was still there at that time and often came to pick me up from the kindergarten."
They walked on for a few more minutes, meeting no one along the way.
There was a small alley on the side of the road extending into the depths. Xia Xingcheng stood at the alley and said, "Going in is my former house." After speaking, he looked inside and found the old building in the dark. Showing it to Yang Youming, and then following the lights of the building, he found the window of his previous room.
There was a cold wind blowing out of the alley all the time. After standing for a while, they felt unbearably cold, so they avoided the alley. There just happened to be no shops here, only a concrete wall was slightly sunken inward.
They hid in the shadows by the walls.
Xia Xingcheng hugged Yang Youming, buried his head on his shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "I will accompany you home next year."
Yang Youming didn't answer, he just raised his hand to hug Xia Xingcheng and stroked his hair.
After a while, Xia Xingcheng raised his head and said to Yang Youming, "I'll go tell my parents."
Most of Yang Youming's face was covered by the mask, and the rest of his eyes were hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see his expression at all. He only said in a deep voice, "Don't go."
Xia Xingcheng asked him, "Why? We always have to talk about it."
Yang Youming put one hand on his back, while the other hand gently stroked his hair repeatedly, "Don't talk, be obedient."
Xia Xingcheng looked confused and uneasy: "They like you so much, they can accept it."
"They won't," Yang Youming said. "They like me because they don't know our relationship, and they will hate me when they know."
Xia Xingcheng said without thinking, "No." He left Yang Youming's arms, grabbed Yang Youming's arm and turned to go back, "Let's go back and talk now."
Yang Youming grabbed his hand with his backhand, "Xingcheng, please be awake. Do you know how uncomfortable I feel when I watch them these two days? I know that no matter how good I am to them, no matter how hard we try, it will be futile, as long as we confess our relationship, How much you like now and how much resentment will be in the future! Why bother?"
Xia Xingcheng was a little overwhelmed, "Then what should I do?"
Yang Youming grabbed his hand tightly, "There's nothing to do. In the end, it's nothing but the end of Yu Haiyang and Fang Jianyuan."
Hearing Yang Youming say these two names, Xia Xingcheng's eyes turned red all of a sudden. He tried his best to restrain the urge to cry, and said to Yang Youming, "You are not Yu Haiyang, you have already divorced Yuan Qian."
Yang Youming said, "What's the difference between me and Yu Haiyang in your family?" At the end of his words, his voice became cold, like a kind of helpless despair.
Xia Xingcheng raised his head slightly, his Adam's apple rolled down his throat, and his voice became a little ruthless, "Yang Youming, you keep saying that I didn't play, but it's actually you who didn't play?"
Yang Youming didn't answer.
Xia Xingcheng trembled uncontrollably: "You were the one who called me Xiaoyuan on the bed when you were drunk."
Yang Youming's voice was slightly hoarse, and he said, "I'm sorry, Xingcheng."
Xia Xingcheng said, "So you actually remember it."
Yang Youming's body was hidden in the darkness, and he did not speak.
Xia Xingcheng asked him: "Are you going to break up with me? Do you think you are Yu Haiyang, you are sorry for my family, and there will be no result between you and me?"
Yang Youming was silent for a while before answering him: "I won't break up with you, I hope you are happy."
Xia Xingcheng took a deep breath of the cold air. Because of the lack of oxygen, he pulled down the mask and hung it under his chin. His chest was heaving uncomfortably. He said, "Since we don't break up, let's go back. "
Yang Youming slowly emerged from the darkness, and he said, "Go back." His tone was sober and calm.
Xia Xingcheng turned around and walked back.
When they came, they walked very close side by side, but when they went back, they were one after the other, silent with each other.
With the cold wind blowing on his face, Xia Xingcheng could only pull up the mask after a while.
When passing the bus stop sign on the side of the road, a picture suddenly popped up in his head. In the last scene of "Jianyuan", Fang Jianyuan took the bus to leave, and Yu Haiyang bought roasted sweet potatoes and came back to find him but no one was found.
When filming, Xia Xingcheng was squatting and watching. He saw Yang Youming trotting over from across the street. He had a smile on his face, but when he saw that he was gone, he began to look around. The smile on his face gradually faded and became Panicked, with the roasted sweet potato still in his hand, he walked quickly along the street for a while, and at the end he stopped, his expression turning gray and bleak.
It was a kind of deep despair, the person who clearly loved was within reach, but there was no way to reach out.
At that time, Xia Xingcheng buried his face in his hands and cried.
He didn't dare to look at Yang Youming's expression, and he also felt the powerlessness of life.
People live a lifetime, and there are too many emotions around, not just thinking about love is enough. The more things you think about, the harder it becomes to hold on. The harm that may be inflicted on a loved one is even more distressing than the blow to a career.
After so long, Xia Xingcheng felt the pain again.
On his way back, Yang Youming followed him, and the two didn't speak again.
What he said on the way here was true. He was surrounded by so many people who loved him since he was a child. He had a successful career and a happy family. He thought he should live happily all his life, but he didn't expect to fall into In the quagmire of love, no matter how hard you try, you can't get out of it.
The picture in front of Xia Xingcheng's eyes was covered with a layer of water mist, but his tears did not fall after all, and were gradually dried by the cold wind.