After leaving the museum, the light has dimmed.

Tang Zhen saw that on the western horizon, a far-reaching cloud curtain swallowed the setting sun to the other side of the earth.

The sky is pink.

Min Xin had already used the excuse of finding a boyfriend to go back to school, and at the moment only Yin Mingzhu was waiting outside.

"Tang Zhen, what are you doing?"

Yin Mingzhu bent her knees, her face squeezed next to Tang Zhen, but she couldn't see a single cent in the camera.

Tang Zhen stroked the hair that blocked his vision in front of his forehead, raised his arm and pushed the person next to him to the side, "Let me let me, don't touch me, Lao Tzu can't focus on it." ”

"Didn't you study design, why did you still take pictures?"

"Hobbies, can't you?"

"Okay, I don't know what you do."

Yin Mingzhu has always felt that these people who are engaged in art are chattering, and each one is stranger than the other.

I remember that there was such an immortal in the senior year of high school, and now even Tang Zhen has become like this.

I don't understand, I don't understand.

"Is Min Xin gone?" Tang Zhen asked.

"It's long gone. I don't know why, but your new roommate doesn't like to see me. You saw that she just looked at me, and I was scared, and I pouted her lipstick as if ......"

Yin Mingzhu thought about it for a while, and couldn't help asking, "Do you know why she's so?" ”

Tang Zhen looked her up and down a few times, stared at her face for a long time, and licked the corners of his mouth, "Do you really want me to say?" ”

"Say."

"Don't hit me when you're done."

"I don't fight."

"Then I said it."

"Don't talk nonsense, say."

"Well, I put myself in my shoes. She graduated from the highest art university in China, and her heart is naturally relatively high. What does it mean not to enter the stream, just to put it bluntly-"

"Dirt."

“……”

Do you listen to what you're talking about?

Yin Mingzhu: "Okay, I see that you are the little hair that I grew up wearing open crotch pants since I was a child, and I don't care about you attacking me." ”

Tang Zhen: "...... Where did I attack you? ”

Yin Mingzhu stomped his feet, "You are scolding me for having a problem with aesthetics, aren't you still attacking!" …… You can't. ”

Tang Zhen: "......"

Yin Mingzhu stroked her colorful bangs, and then smiled, "Okay, really true, then can you tell me, how can I become an elegant and noble fashion woman without losing her knowledge?" ”

“……”

Tang Zhen's eyelids jumped.

She glanced at it lightly, and reached out to pinch the metal hanging on Yin Mingzhu's earlobe: "Pull you two Hot Wheels for me first." ”

"Dye me your rainbow hair to the normal point again."

“……”

"Yo, I didn't see it just now. Your hair was dyed against the macarons? It's quite advanced. ”

Yin Mingzhu pulled the corners of his mouth with a hellish face, rolled his eyes and broke the cheap hooves that Tang Zhen was pinching his hair, and stroked his head at a high price in distress: "Okay, okay, you can shut up." I haven't seen you in a few years, and your mouth still stinks as always. ”

Tang Zhen touched his lips, "It's okay, right?" ”

"You feel good about yourself."

“……”

Yin Mingzhu took a little effort to get her hair straight.

She stretched out her arm and hooked Tang Zhen's neck, and changed it to the title of her student days many years ago: "Brother Zhen, I haven't seen you for a few years, let's have a drink tonight and talk about it." ”

"Whatever you want." Tang Zhen flipped through the photos in the camera.

"Where, you say."

seemed to be called out a few times by that Ah Zhen, Tang Zhen's brain twitched, and he followed: "Old place." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yin Mingzhu seemed to be stunned for a moment.

The two of them looked sideways at the same time, and tacitly met their gaze

…

…

Bus No. 117 stumbled on the road.

There weren't a few people sitting in the car, and it was very quiet.

Only the sound of long crooked branches on both sides of the road knocking on the window glass of the car was crackling.

Tang Zhen stood facing west, staring at the sign dangling on the crossbar above his head, and two lines of paper were written on the paper stuffed inside:

Look at the andrology, to Tongji

In one word, steady.

Tang Zhen twitched the corners of his eyes slightly.

It's been so many years, and the advertising slogan hasn't changed.

Her eyelids drooped, and her gaze fell back to the two plastic chairs next to each other side by side, with the words "Maternity Seat" written on the back.

The silent picture plays frame by frame, like a silent movie.

A few years ago, there was a young man sitting in that position, with light hair, as if it had been permed, some long, slightly curly.

He was dressed in white short sleeves attached to the Academy of Fine Arts, with one leg bent, his ankle resting on the other, holding a sketchboard with his head down, and his eyes were lowering to draw something.

Directly in front of the two rows of empty seats, there was a girl.

The girl leaned crookedly, her body at a forty-five degree angle to the back of the chair, and she sat in a strange and awkward position.

She carried a small mirror in her hand, held it high in front of her face, and held a lipstick of dozens of dollars in a small gift shop.

But his eyes brushed the ends of his hair around his ears, and he secretly stared at the half of the little person in the mirror.

The moment he raised his eyes, the bus braked sharply and shook.

The girl's hand slid her lipstick directly down the corner of her mouth to her ear, and her head was still slammed on the back of the chair in the front seat, and a large piece of purple was purple.

When I looked back, the spot was empty.

She looked out the back door, desperately looking for the back figure among the students who got off one after another-

"The Academy of Fine Arts Affiliated High School, it's here, passengers who get off the bus please get off the bus through the back door."

The body shook, Tang Zhen dragged the pull ring on the top of his head to stabilize his foot, and his eyes subconsciously looked towards the back door.

However, there are only a few middle-aged and elderly people who go down slowly.

Oh yes, it's the weekend.

This is the old town on the outskirts of Beijing, which is more old than the urban area. There are only four lanes on the left and right sides of the road, and the university town is nearby, and there are no big cars on this street on weekdays, only bicycles and small electric donkeys, and buses.

The asphalt on the road surface is very yellow, and occasionally there are a few cyan ones, which are easy to identify as being filled in by the later construction.

"Tang Zhen, do you remember how to leave?"

Yin Mingzhu stepped on the road and walked leisurely, looking at the endless street in front of him, and his memory was a little vague.

Tang Zhen wore a pair of huge fat pants and walked up to fan the wind.

She put her hand in her trouser pocket, looked around, and nodded, "I still have a little impression, come with me." ”

The two walked along the avenue for about 100 meters, turning around from a small alley.

Next to the attached middle school is a residential area, and the houses are all five-story low-rise buildings left over from the eighties and nineties, with iron cages on the windows of every house, and occasionally a few pots of flowers on them.

The soundproofing of the building is not very good, and the sound of stir-frying can come out of the window.

Tang Zhen walked in front of a commissary and stopped. frowned, feeling that something was not right, but thinking that it was right to be in such a position, he turned back to Yin Mingzhu and confirmed,

"This is it."

“……”

Yin Mingzhu's lips moved, looked up at the building number posted upstairs, and picked the corners of his eyes: "What do I think, it's not quite right." ”