Chapter 53 Melting
Feelings cannot be hidden and will be revealed invisibly in small details.
"This shows that I have achieved a phased victory." Zhang Mo took a screenshot of the chat record and set it as wallpaper.
He looked at it over and over again, grinning foolishly for a long time, "That's great."
People who fall in love are illogical, and people who are in unrequited love are even more foolish. Lin Yu just finds it ridiculous.
"So it was Ms. Zhou who spent the money on you?"
Zhang Mo gave him a blank look, "Vulgar, we are just normal colleagues."
“…”
After a moment, I don't know what he thought of. He squinted his eyes and smiled shyly, "If possible, of course I would like to be kept by her."
“…”
After the two of them joked around for a while, the food was served.
The wooden table was piled high with things. Zhang Mo said proudly, "My brother has been heartbroken, but I'm successful in love. I feel really guilty. I've prepared some light wine and snacks. Let's enjoy it and chat slowly."
Hearing the gloating and triumphant tone in his words, Lin Yu felt that he had made the wrong choice of friends.
So he turned his grief and anger into appetite, and ate most of the dishes on the table.
After three rounds of food, the two chatted idly.
Zhang Mo looked at the light lines surrounding the fence. His brown pupils were illuminated by the warm light, and their color was like amber.
"Would you like to have some wine? My uncle sent me a bottle of Birchwood from a Burgundy winery a few days ago. How about we have a drink?" he suggested casually.
Meeting Lin Yu's playful gaze, Zhang Mo tugged at his collar awkwardly and explained, "Ah, just be a good man in front of women, and if you're a brother, just shut up!"
Lin Yu did not comment on this. Because of his work, he usually does not drink much.
But the string in my heart has been stretched too long and too tight, and because of someone's departure, a gap suddenly appeared, and I felt empty.
So I want to rely on alcohol to make myself feel at ease and relax.
"I remember the last time I went to your house for a drink, that girl got drunk." Zhang Mo suddenly remembered this and took a sip of wine. "Come to think of it, I thought you two had a chance back then, but you were really good at dragging it out."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Lin Yu opposite him holding a bottle of wine and pouring half a glass, and he was shocked.
"You can't drink alcohol. This red wine has a strong aftertaste. Take it easy." Zhang Mo calmly moved the bottle towards himself.
The sweet and mellow aroma ferments in the mouth and then rolls down the throat.
Like a river, it flows deep into the heart, slowly giving rise to a strong sense of sourness.
It turned out that time, Chen Wan had been tasting this sweetness and sourness at an angle that he could not see, or at a time that he deliberately ignored.
He didn't want to cross the line, didn't want to completely open her defenses.
Because he was afraid that he could not give Chen Wan enough peace of mind and pure love.
So I kept a distance from her that was within reach but not too close.
He thought he was protecting Chen Wan and didn't want her to get hurt because of him, but in fact he was just deceiving himself. He was the only one who was afraid of getting hurt.
She is so brave, fearless, and full of youth and love.
But these are no longer available to him now, so he doesn't want to reveal his shortcomings.
At least I want to be in her heart and always be her tree, her dawn, and her harbor.
He is 26 years old this year. He has had a relationship that did not end well and has a very risky job. These have brought him not only experience but also wear and tear.
Chen Wan's life is still a brand new blank sheet of paper, but his life is already covered with scratches, and is just a piece of draft paper that is constantly being revised.
Seeing him like this, Zhang Mo felt uncomfortable and took a big gulp of wine.
"Oh, there's a song that goes like this..." He sighed softly, pinched his nose, and thought for a long time, "Oh, fuck love, why is it so hard to love someone?"
Souls meet, but cannot resonate with each other, even though there is a whole galaxy between them.
"But at least you two are in love. You both know each other's feelings. It's just a matter of time and a knot in your heart. Maybe it will pass if you take it easy." Zhang Mo patted Lin Yu's shoulder. "Brother, let me tell you, this woman is different from a girl. The one in your family can be solved by pampering him. My situation is really, it's too difficult for me."
When Lin Yu heard the word "time", he lowered his eyes and smiled softly.
Isn't it just a matter of time? The disparity in age and status leads to different lengths of distance between them.
At his age, it is always difficult to balance love and career, and he is pushed forward by reality.
It's not that he doesn't want to stay, but he has no choice.
He didn't want to use his feelings to bind Chen Wan, he wanted her to go further and better.
Lin Yu shook the glass carelessly. The golden light from the chandelier was diluted by the red wine, appearing turbid and blurry.
He pressed his knuckles against the glass, feeling the coolness, and the lines of his shoulders relaxed a little.
He half leaned on the bar, his elbows supporting him, his sharp bones pressing against the hard marble, creating both a balance point and a pain point.
If you have something on your mind, you will naturally get drunk quickly. Zhang Mo and he basically drank like water.
After a while, Lin Yu pushed away the wine glass, closed his eyes, pressed the bridge of his nose, and tried to sober up a little.
Zhang Mo held up the goblet and gazed at his reflection in the glass with deep affection. "Ah, why does a handsome guy like me have to suffer the pain of love?"
After saying that, he took another big sip, held the wine glass, stood up straighter, and began to howl like a ghost.
Lin Yu's mind was already feeling dizzy, especially his mouth and throat, which felt hot and burning.
The alcohol was running rampant inside his body, making him feel both uncomfortable and enjoyable.
He lay back, half sideways on the sofa, and watched Zhang Mo go crazy with his drunken eyes.
His shadow swayed in the light like a drama.
The more I watched, the funnier it became. He held a glass as a microphone and sang Karen Mok's song "Love" at the top of his lungs.
“Love is something that torments people, yet one cannot bear to give it up.”
Love is a tormenting thing.
Let him be a free man, willing to enter unfamiliar territory.
Either be a conqueror or be a slave.
In the past, Zhang Mo prided himself on being free and easy. Due to his family background and education, he seemed to live as he pleased, but in fact, he lived aimlessly.
He was like traveling through the vast universe, briefly meeting some brilliant stars, but they were all gone in a flash.
Until I saw those eyes with distinct black and white, and when they smiled, their long eyelashes drooped, casting an unknown shadow in their eyes.
Like a mysterious galaxy, he just wanted to travel around it, looking forward to becoming a star.
The last time he thought about it, Zhou Zhou was as clean as a dewy lily.
Now he thought that Zhou Zhou was the only white rose on his planet.
After Zhang Mo finished howling, he wiped his eyes and said, "I was so moved by the song that I sang it myself."
The drunkenness came like a wave, and Lin Yu actually didn't hear clearly what Zhang Mo sang.
I could only vaguely recognize it as Karen Mok's song.
As for whether it was "Love" or "Love", he couldn't tell.
I closed my eyes and subconsciously recited the lyrics of "Love".
"Flowers without fruits, unfinished concerns"
"We have learned many ways to cover up different scars"
“Because I will think of you”
“I’m afraid to face myself”
When I was on missions in the past, I didn’t feel afraid even when I was confronting people with a gun.
He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of love.
It is gentle cowardice.
Just as Zhang Mo was about to change the song, his cell phone rang. It was Eason Chan's White Rose.
He stood there with his mouth open, and asked Lin Yu, "I feel like my version of White Rose is exactly the same as the original."
Lin Yu rubbed his ears, frowned, listened for a while, and shook his head. "This seems to be the original singer. Someone called you."
"Oh, I thought I had mastered telepathy and could sing without opening my mouth."
Lin Yu rolled his eyes at him and said, "Answer the phone."
Zhang Mo took out his phone, tilted his head, and held it between his ear and shoulder. He asked vaguely, "Who is it?"
Lin Yu fell on the sofa, feeling hot and sleepy. Moists welled up in his eyes and his vision became increasingly blurred.
Then my hearing became sharper, and I heard a clear but indifferent voice on the other end of the line, "Producer Zhang, this is Zhou Zhou."
"Zhou Zhou, what do you want to talk to me about?" Zhang Mo, holding a goblet in his hand, walked to the sofa with one foot deep and one foot shallow, fell next to Lin Yu, and smiled. "Hey, look, it's Zhou Zhou calling me. Are you envious? Are you envious?"
Zhou Zhou could tell that Zhang Mo's tone was different from usual. He liked to put on airs, and his tone was high when he spoke, with an extremely natural arrogance.
But this time, the tone was lost and it sounded soft, like she was acting coquettishly.
"Zhang Mo, have you been drinking?"
Hearing the word "wine", the three-good man Zhang Mo suddenly came to his senses. He suppressed a burp and said in a low voice, "No, no, it's just that this red date tea tastes like wine."
Zhou Zhou raised his delicate eyebrows and smiled when he heard this. "Since you've been drinking, let's discuss the issue of revising the character biographies in the script tomorrow."
Because Zhang Mo's ear was directly against the speaker hole, Zhou Zhou's low laugh was amplified, carrying a subtle electric noise, making it even more magnetic and charming.
He also felt like he was struck by an electric current, and a tingling sensation rose up. He smiled foolishly and said, "You laughed."
Zhou Zhou thought about it and realized that his smile just now seemed unconscious. "Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh at you."
"If I could be the butt of your jokes, I'd be very happy." Zhang Mo said this with a smile, his eyes curled up, making his features look particularly gentle and lively. "I want to see your smile all the time. I can be a crosstalk performer, a clown, as long as you can smile at me, everything is enough."
Whether what is said after drinking is true or false depends on whether the other person has ever hidden his true feelings from you.
His heart is as direct as his thoughts, and he never beats around the bush.
It was clearly a free and idle cloud, but because of her, it wanted to become a quiet river.
In this way, the woman with eyes and eyebrows curved like a fish tail when she smiles will stay for him.
"You're drunk. Let's talk about it tomorrow." After Zhou Zhou finished speaking, he was about to hang up the phone, but he heard a very light sigh from the other end.
Like feathers, and also like floating fluff.
So light, yet lingering.
But the feather left a mark on her heart.
Zhang Mo said with a smile.
"Zhou Zhou, whether I'm drunk or not, what I said is true. You said tomorrow, okay, we can have many tomorrows."
In other words, his love is like a match, which will burn to ashes if it is not controlled.
Use all your passion and sincerity to melt the glaciers.
Zhou Zhou closed his eyes, but couldn't say a word.
She had been refusing, locking him out, but she had also locked herself in.
A barrier clearly separates love from hate.
However, no one wants to be a prisoner, and everyone longs for redemption.
"Zhang Mo, see you tomorrow."
......
After the call ended, Zhang Mo was confused. He kept asking Lin Yu, "Did she just tell me that she would see me tomorrow?"
Lin Yu was annoyed and closed his eyes to perfunctorily answer him, "Yes, yes..."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Mo kissed the phone again and again, jumping up and down on the sofa. His posture reminded Lin Yu of a documentary he had watched before.
There was a line in it that left a deep impression on him and was very consistent with Zhang Mo's current state.
"The Chinese people have stood up!"
I just pray that tomorrow he won’t be back to the pre-liberation era overnight.
Zhang Mo was excited and sober, so he pulled Lin Yu to watch a movie.
"What movie do you want to watch?" Lin Yu couldn't sleep because of his noise, so he simply accepted his suggestion.
Zhang Mo's father is a documentary director, but he loves movies and has collected many classic films.
He went to search for it, found one, and handed it to Lin Yu. "I remember the female lead was pretty."
“…”
Lin Yu glanced at the title of the film, regained consciousness, and whispered, "I've seen this one."
Still as the Sea
Chen Wan's favorite French movie.
He watched the film with me once. The film was set during World War II, when Germany and France were at war. The male and female protagonists belonged to different countries and had different sides.
In such a vast and turbulent era, the two of them did not end up having a good ending.
He remembered that Chen Wan cried when he saw a certain scene.
On Christmas Eve, the heroine dressed up and played the piano, and the song she played was the hero's favorite.
But he couldn't cross that line and just stood behind her.
His eyes flickered, his hands were tightly clasped, he neither moved closer nor retreated, just remained silent.
"Love is like upside-down sea water, calm on the surface but turbulent within."
Love is a hand that wants to reach out but then pulls back.
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