Dense Fog

At six o'clock in the evening, the lights come on.

For the two people who are nocturnal, this full of vitality is the real beginning.

Lin Wu got off the bed, went to the bathroom to wash his face, refreshed, and asked Wang Ye, "What do you want to eat?"

After asking him, he found out that they seemed to have done nothing. They just ate, and had a meal before going to bed. They woke up and wanted to eat again when they were hungry.

Wang Ye, who was still lying on the bed lazily, didn't have as much worry as Lin Wu. He always acted by instinct. When he was hungry, he was hungry: "What do you have here?"

"Where am I?" Lin Wu originally wanted to go outside to solve the problem just like the morning. Hearing this, he looked at the refrigerator subconsciously: "Just two boxes of quick-frozen dumplings... and a few cans of drinks."

Wang Ye didn't pick: "Then cook dumplings."

"I'm cooking?" Lin Wu noticed that Classmate Wang was waiting for food for granted.

"I can cook," Wang Ye said with a face, but he didn't move his body.

"..." Yes, the visitor is a guest, "You always stay there on your stomach."

Taking out the quick-frozen dumplings from the refrigerator, Lin Wu smoothly turned on the TV.

The Spring Festival Gala is still being replayed, and a sketch is being performed at the moment, and the audience is happy.

The air in the apartment was immediately infected by the atmosphere of the party, and it became lively.

Lin Wu took the dumplings and walked into the kitchen.

Wang Ye stretched out a big lazy waist on the bed, just like a cat stretching his body, and then sat up slowly.

The gas stove in the kitchen was turned on, and even though the sound of the TV was concealed, he could still hear the cheerful slamming of the flames.

Wang Ye looked around.

The small apartment is clearly visible under the bright light.

White walls, wooden floors, small sofas and coffee tables, and blue curtains.

There is no decoration style here, but it satisfies the most basic simplicity and practicality. There are no decorations and ornaments in the room, just a small desk calendar on the coffee table, a pot of meat.

The entire apartment is about the same size as his bedroom.

The decoration is even more incomparable. His house was designed by a well-known designer. The layout of the house has basically been reworked, so that the partitions are more reasonable, the whole is open and more atmospheric, and the decoration is all modern and light luxury style, including a chair. All orders must be made from abroad.

His family will not watch the Spring Festival Gala.

Last New Year’s Eve dinner, except for his father’s teaching of life principles and success, the rest of the time was spent eating quietly.

The water boils and the dumplings are in the pot.

Wang Ye didn't need to look at the kitchen, he could hear the gurgling sound of boiling water, the splashes of dumplings falling, and Lin Wu's every move.

The place is too small, a little sound will be very lively, a little bit of heat will be very warm.

Wang Ye didn't feel much about the New Year event.

But if he had to choose one of the two, he would rather stay here and live like this.

Lin Wu was busy in the kitchen for a long time, and when he brought out the dumplings with the vinegar saucer, he saw Wang Ye had gotten off the bed and was standing in the hallway studying a red firecracker on the shoe cabinet.

"Does this thing have to be put before eating?" Wang Ye asked, turning his head.

"It's before the New Year's Eve dinner," Lin Wu put the dumplings on the coffee table, then turned back to the kitchen to fetch the dishes, "but I forgot yesterday."

Lin Wu bought the firecrackers on the twenty-ninth day of the twelfth lunar month. I was thinking about putting them on New Year’s Eve. But yesterday I watched the documentary. I forgot to put the firecrackers and eat dumplings.

"Are there any lighters?" Wang Ye picked up the firecrackers.

Lin Wu: "You want to release it now?"

"Otherwise, are you going to stay until next year?" Wang Ye said, already wearing shoes.

Lin Wu bought the lighter when he bought the firecrackers, but they didn't put them together for safety reasons. Seeing that Wang Ye had made up his mind, he immediately turned back to find the lighter in his down jacket and handed it over.

Two minutes later.

Crackling firecrackers sounded downstairs.

The floor was too high, Lin Wu couldn't see Wang Ye under the window even though he was pawing at the window.

But he knew that this crackle belonged to their family.

His New Year's Eve dinner was one day late, but fortunately, it came.

Soon, Wang Ye returned with a cold wind.

The two sat on the sofa to eat dumplings together. After eating, they continued to watch TV together. The party was replayed and replayed, as if it would never end.

Firecrackers and fireworks began to be set off outside the window again, and this joy probably lasted until the fifteenth of the first lunar month.

Today is the first day of the new year, but Lin Wu feels that this is his New Year's Eve.

At midnight, he reached out to look through the desk calendar on the coffee table.

When he touched the page with his fingertips, he realized that he forgot to turn it yesterday, and the date still stayed on the last day of the old calendar year.

Turn a page gently.

The new year has finally begun.

"Wang Ye." Lin Wu suddenly called the person next to him.

Wang Ye was seriously studying the magic of the family and genus in the party. Hearing his name, he turned his head in a conditioned reflex.

Then I saw Lin Wu smile at him, eyes curved like the moon: "Happy New Year."

Outside the window, another firework bloomed.

Mid-Autumn Festival and National Day, the first day of New Year's Eve, the two time and space seem to overlap at this moment.

Wang Ye never thought there was anything to be happy about the holidays, but Lin Wu smiled very well.

"Tong Le." That night, he wanted to say so.

A night passed like water, and the east was white.

The replay of the party finally ended, and the morning news was replaced.

Lin Wu touched Wang Ye, who had already begun to doze, with his arm: "Hey, should you go home now?"

Those in the first grade of junior high school ran out to play, and had a night of fun, and it was impossible not to go home to report.

Wang Ye looked indifferent: "No need."

Lin Wu wanted to say something, when the phone rang suddenly.

He took it over and saw the caller, his eyes lit up quickly, the sleepiness on his face disappeared, and the tone of the call was completely surprised: "Uncle, are you back?"

Uncle?

Wang Ye raised his eyes slightly.

That Lin Wu played with his grandma at his grandma's house, and then the brother-in-law who separated from junior high school and college?

"Hmm... I have time... No problem... OK..."

After a brief conversation, Lin Wu ended the call, with joy still on his face: "My brother-in-law is back, I will go to him at noon."

"Come back from the field?"

"Well, Beijing."

"Then you don't have to be so happy." Wang Ye hasn't seen Lin Wu because anyone is so happy, even the day he took him for a drive, he has never seen such a bright smile on Lin Wu's face.

Lin Wu didn't realize it at all: "Am I happy?"

Wang Ye: "My eyes are gone."

Lin Wu was a little embarrassed and calmed down a little bit before saying, "Did I not tell you about my brother-in-law."

Wang Ye's eyebrows moved slightly, even if he responded.

Just like in the car that day, if you say it, I will listen. It doesn't matter if you don't say it.

Lin Wu just liked this kind of non-enthusiastic audience, which was also strange. It seemed that it was easy to talk to Wang Ye about things that others never talked about.

"My uncle's name is Tao Qiran, six years older than me. When I first arrived at my grandma's house, he took me to play..."

Lin Wu looked up at the ceiling lamp in the house, in the light and shadow, as if he had seen that period of time again.

Far away, but happy as yesterday.

"There is delicious food, we eat together, there is fun, we play together, whoever wants to bully me, he can help me get revenge the next day..." Lin Wu sneered at what he thought of, "but he fights No, as long as the age difference with the opponent is less than three years old, he will come home eight times out of ten times."

"That's really bad." Wang Ye commented objectively.

"Because he is not for fighting," Lin Wu said with a smile, "His hand is for a paintbrush."

"Drawing?" Wang Ye's eyes flashed.

"Yes, he has been particularly talented in painting since he was a child," Lin Wu took pride in his unawareness. "Later, he was admitted to the oil painting department of the Central Academy of Fine Arts. Before he graduated, his works had been collected at high prices. A few years ago, I graduated and stayed directly at school, and now I rarely see him once a year..."

"I won't come back for winter and summer vacations?" Doesn't the teacher have holidays.

"Rarely," Lin Wu said, "he has to go to the mountains to create in winter and summer vacations."

Wang Ye: "On the mountain?"

Lin Wu: "Yes, a stay is a holiday. Only in this way can I calm down and create. Moreover, he himself likes painting landscapes and animals. He doesn't like painting people. The mountains are the most suitable."

After saying this, Lin Wu suddenly realized something and turned to look at Wang Ye with a subtle expression.

Wang Ye had a bad tone: "What are you looking at?"

Lin Wu smiled, he was not afraid of Wang Ye's fierceness now, and he even wanted to rub the tiger's head rustlingly: "Just think you two are a bit like, don't like people."

Wang Ye disagrees: "He doesn't like painting, I don't like it at all."

"I know, you said it on the day of the fog," Lin Wu finally got his hands on, but before daring to touch his head, he patted the tiger on the shoulder, "Let you auspicious words, now the whole world is not human."

Wang Ye: "..."

In a word, the pot of global wild awakening, classmate Wang is backed up.

It was still early, and Lin Wu wanted to sleep for two or three hours, so that he would not be afraid of being sleepy when he went to the appointment at noon. However, he was in such a good mood that he was not sleepy when he tossed about in bed.

It was Wang Ye, who made up for three hours of sleep in comfort, then put on his coat and stepped on his shoes: "Where is the appointment, I will send you."

His car was painted a few years ago. He drove over to find Lin Wu on the first day of the new year. The car has been parked in the underground parking lot of the Garden Apartment for the past two days.

"No," Lin Wu didn't want to bother him, "I'll just take a taxi."

Wang Ye slapped him on the head: "Which so many words."

After the filming, I took two more shots.

Lin Wu: "..."

Or he can cut a round inch.

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, people were walking around, and there was a traffic jam on the street.

Wang Ye drove for about forty minutes before reaching the street and the coffee shop Lin Wu was talking about.

Wang Ye parked the car on the side of the road and found that the coffee shop door was closed tightly and did not open.

Lin Wu also saw it, but it seemed that he had expected it a long time ago. He took out his mobile phone and voiced his uncle: "I'm here."

It didn't take long for the store door to open from the inside, and two men walked out. They were about the same age, six or seven years older than Lin Wu and Wang Ye. One is taller, wearing a work-wear coat, with tough features, and one is thinner, wearing a long down jacket, and his small face is almost blocked by the hood.

"Uncle!" Lin Wu opened the door and jumped out of the car, walked straight to the man in the long down jacket, stood still, looked at the man in overalls next to him, and yelled obediently, "Brother Zhao Li."

The man named Zhao Li nodded slightly.

The man in the long down jacket smiled softly, stretched out his hand to pinch Lin Wu's face, and then looked at Wang Ye in the off-road vehicle.

Only then did Wang Ye see Tao Qiran's appearance, white and pure, gentle and delicate, and there is a sense of peace between his brows, which is not like an oil painting, but like a Chinese painting, and has a little fairy air that does not eat the fireworks in the world.

"Your classmate?" Tao Qiran asked Lin Wu.

Lin Wu almost forgot Wang Ye, and said quickly: "Well, classmate..."

Oh, classmate.

Wang Ye retracted his gaze, looked ahead again, stepped on the clutch, and put into gear.

Lin Wu: "A classmate who has a very good relationship."

Classmate Wang Ye, who almost stepped on the accelerator and left, put his foot back if nothing had happened.