Girls' apartment building No. 13.
Liu Yunwei sat at the desk and applied eye shadow in front of the mirror.
"Let me tell you, you must not wear bright-colored eye shadow on your swollen eyes, otherwise they will look ugly. I remember when I was in high school, there was a girl in our class who obviously had swollen eyelids, but she also wore bright-colored eye shadow. It’s so... ugly that I cried.”
Xue Shan sat in front of her desk and flipped through the gossip tabloids she bought from a roadside stall: "Why are you wearing makeup at night?"
Liu Yunwei said: "What's the name of the guy who doesn't care about things? He gave me a box of eye shadow in the evening and said it was imported from abroad. I shouldn't try it to see the effect."
Xue Shan said: "Are you talking about Turibaoli Dao? That Mongolian?"
"Yes, that's him."
"I heard that his family is quite wealthy. They have a pasture and a lot of cattle and sheep."
Opposite me, Li Qi, who was knitting sweaters according to Fang Hui's technique, said, "I think you can consider this."
Liu Yunwei looked disgusted: "I don't want to be with cattle and sheep every day in the future."
Fang Hui raised her head: "Then you still accept gifts from others?"
"I'm still not happy if I don't accept her, what can I do." Liu Yunwei put down her eyebrow brush, took out the lipstick and lightly applied it on her lips. She opened and closed her mouth a few times to make the color more even. After that, she picked up the mirror and took a photo on the left. Photo, photo on the right, it looks like I am quite satisfied with the eyeshadow effect.
"Hey, look, Zaizai and Big S are having a scene." Xue Shan shook the gossip tabloid in her hand excitedly: "I envy her so much. If I can spend a wonderful night with Zaizai, I would live ten years shorter."
Li Qi glanced at her through the gap between the mirror frame and her scalp: "Didn't you say a week ago that you wouldn't marry anyone but Yan Chengxu?"
"Isn't there a song that goes like this? Love comes too fast, like a tornado. It can't escape the storm circle."
"Do you still listen to R&B?"
"Me, I listen to whatever songs are popular."
Liu Yunwei, who had finished struggling over there, turned around and looked at the two people opposite who were knitting sweaters together: "By the way, didn't you go to Central America yesterday? Did you encounter anything interesting?"
Fang Hui remained silent.
Li Qi glanced at her and said, "Are you asking about people or paintings?"
Liu Yunwei was puzzled: "Didn't you say that the art museum there is very good?"
"The original plan was to go there under the guidance of Fang Hui's classmates, but a little accident happened along the way."
"What accident?" When Xue Shan heard about the gossip, she stopped reading the entertainment tabloids.
"A freshman and junior boy seems to be interested in Fang Hui's classmate. He insists on being a free tour guide for us. He keeps showing off his professional knowledge when introducing the paintings and sculptures. He also offends Qiao Ran many times. Maybe he feels that Qiao Ran treats him badly. It’s quite threatening.”
Xue Shan said: "He is indeed the man I like. He is handsome and reliable. He can also play the piano. He is the center of attention wherever he goes."
Liu Yunwei said: "Didn't you just say that as long as you can have sex with Zai Zai for a moment, you would live ten years shorter?"
"That's different."
"What's the difference?"
Li Qi interrupted their conversation: "I think the junior boy got the wrong person."
The two looked back at her: "What do you mean?"
She glanced at Fang Hui who was silent again: "The person He Sha likes may be Lin Yue."
"Li Yue?"
Liu Yunwei said: "We have eaten at the same dining table with him at least ten times, and you are still so unfamiliar with his name."
Xue Shan lay down on the table, looked at the water-cultivated lucky bamboo and said, "He doesn't talk much at all. He seems to have no interest in anything."
Li Qi said: "I think such a person is very reliable."
Xue Shan said: "Then don't you think such people are boring?"
Fang Hui, who had been quietly listening to them talking about men, said, "He's not boring."
Xue Shan smiled: "Because you are more boring than him, so I don't think he is boring."
Liu Yunwei also laughed.
Li Qi said: "I don't know if it's boring or not. Anyway, yesterday the junior boys at Central Academy of Fine Arts kicked off the iron board. Later, even the professors in the college who are good at impression painting were alarmed."
Liu Yunwei looked puzzled: "What happened?"
"That group of people are getting more and more outrageous. One moment they ask if you have seen this painting? Another moment they ask if you know who Monet is? Do you know how many paintings of his "Water Lilies" there are? Another moment they ask if you have been to Europe. , have you seen the Sistine Chapel Judgment... In the end, they got tired of Lin Yue."
"Then what?"
"Then he explained several works in the exhibition hall from the creator's resume, personal characteristics, philosophical thoughts to the application of painting techniques, the highlights and shortcomings of the works, and the faces of those junior students turned green. He also pointed out the traditional Chinese painting There is a painting in the exhibition hall that is not the only one, but a framed painting after the framer cut the original painting into two and then remounted the upper layer of paper."
"How does he know so much?" Liu Yunwei glanced at Xue Shan, with curiosity on her face.
Fang Hui said: "Oh, he has read a lot of miscellaneous books, so his horizons are a little wider than the average person."
"Really?" Li Qi looked at her with confusion: "Why do I think he behaves like an insider? As the old saying goes, you can travel thousands of miles by reading thousands of books. If you just absorb knowledge from books, when you meet someone like Professor Wen The truth has been revealed a long time ago, but the two of them have been talking for almost an hour."
Xue Shan said: "As you said, his art skills are so good, why not take the art exam? CAFA is much more famous than our school."
Li Qi said: "Who knows."
…
In December, the wind blows and Lin Tao roars.
Lin Yue concealed his true colors and stood behind a cedar tree, looking at Wu Tingting who was squatting on the ground not far away, burning paper money for the person in the tomb.
Today is Bai Feng's death anniversary. Just like before, she brought two pieces of yellow paper, a bottle of Red Star 8 in a blue bottle, and an oil paper bag containing a roast duck that cost ten and a half yuan from Fuchengmen takeout.
The wind was a bit strong, so she lit the fire several times before lighting the yellow paper.
Watching the black smoke and ashes being blown up by the wind and then dispersed.
"When you were alive, you liked to drink this every time after a fight with someone. You said it tasted softer and was easier to drink than Niu Er. You didn't get a headache after drinking too much. And this roast duck, you are quite fair. Every time I buy one at a time and eat half of it, and keep the remaining half for me. I said I don’t like to eat it, but you have to say that I don’t want to eat it. Sometimes I really want to slap you to death with the sole of my shoe, so that I don’t get heartbroken after seeing it.”
"Then you really died, and I had no chance to think about it anymore. Sometimes I wonder, did I owe you in my previous life? What good things did you say you were, a little bastard with no knowledge or skills? I can’t forget it no matter what.”
"Later, I met a person who had completely different qualities from you. I remember I came over and told you about him last time. He loved learning, loved working, and was reliable. He would burst out with a little humor from time to time, and even saved your life. Grandpa’s life.”
"Later, I suddenly realized that I didn't miss you anymore. Well, it took me two full years to fall in love with that person. I know you won't blame me, but even so, I warned myself in my heart that I would I will give you back all the roast ducks I ate you. I will buy you half a duck at a time on Qingming Festival, Death Anniversary, and Hungry Ghost Festival. Sometimes I will viciously want to get tired of you just one more time. Who made you such a bastard in the first place? , even if you say you don’t like eating it, you still buy it for me.”
"Think about the fortune tellers who said I had a bumpy love life before, but now that I think about it, it's true. Men really don't have a good thing. You two bastards, one died and the other escaped, going around in circles, but you still left me alone. .”
Having said this, she unscrewed the bottle of Red Star Erguotou, took two sips, and poured the remaining wine onto Bai Feng's grave.
"Tell me, how much money did I owe you in my previous life?"
When there was less than half a pound of wine left in the bottle, she stopped, stood up and walked outside the cemetery, sipping the remaining wine in the bottle.
Wu Tingting did not go home after leaving the cemetery. She took a car to a remote alley near Changchun Street.
It was already dark, so she went straight to a roadside stall surrounded by oilcloth and ordered a few skewers of fried skewers, a grilled eggplant, and half a bundle of beer, eating and drinking alone.
She didn't know that Lin Yue kept following her because she was in bad condition. There was a burn scar on her forehead on the other side of the street, and the person wearing a mask was the person she couldn't forget.
Since the end of the summer vacation, Lin Yue has disappeared. It can be said that there has been no news for the past three or four months.
She drank a bottle of beer.
Another beer.
…
One person drank five or six bottles, then looked for the boss to pay the bill and left the food stall under the surprised eyes of the surrounding diners.
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening, and the cool breeze was blowing on my face, arousing the drunkenness in my body.
Walking on Chang'an Street in early winter, facing endless car lights and a sparse flow of bicycles, her speed became slower and slower, and her pace became messy.
At the entrance of Xidan subway station, she stopped, thought for a while and then turned in.
It was okay to go down the stairs. After walking forward for a while, I finally couldn't suppress the drunkenness in my body and sat down in the long connecting passage.
The first few guys who had just come out of the subway station, either with dyed yellow hair or disheveled hair, who looked like they were not good at walking, walked over "kindly".
"Hey, girl, girl, can you leave? Just tell me where to go. How about some of my brothers take you home?"
