The wind blows
During the time he was filming in a foreign country, Lu Jinfeng found it difficult to adapt to the unpredictable weather. In the unfamiliar environment and climate, his knees always ached slightly at night, which was a mark left by the car accident.
He didn't know if his emotions were affected by this, they became a lot stranger. He would cry when he saw some ordinary and simple things, and as his tears grew more and more, he felt more and more that he was not crying for those things, but was using it as an outlet to shed some tears that could not be shed, and he couldn't stop crying once he thought about it too deeply. He probably felt that crying for those moments would not be a lasting burden in his heart, but crying for other things that he could not face would make him feel unstoppable.
Lu Jinfeng watched the actress playing the bride weeping so touchingly, and a wave of pity welled up in his heart. He couldn't tell whether it was for the "bride" in front of him or for himself. At this moment, he thought of Bai Shunan. He hadn't seen him for a long time, and Lu Jinfeng suddenly realized that he hadn't thought of him for a long time.
He used to think of those days when Bai Shunan was young. When he missed him too much, he would always quietly read his name, write his name, and pay attention to some coincidences of his name appearing in life. Sometimes, seeing any character in his name would catch his eyes, and occasionally he would write it down. Later, when he came across those records, he would deliberately and quietly delete them, as if doing so could eliminate those emotions that were not beneficial to him.
As many things happened naturally, the days passed, as if everything could be worn away by time. It was at this moment that he noticed a change in his emotions. At this moment, he looked back and everything seemed like a dream.
On an ordinary day in June, the sound of the door being pushed open was not loud, but it felt so heavy and ancient, and a sharp and crisp sound came from the rusty joints. It had been like this for a long time, and it interrupted his thoughts sharply as he shuttled through the ruthless years. A ray of morning light shone in the distance, and Lu Jinfeng felt displeased at being disturbed. He turned his head and glanced at the intruder behind him, and his eyes stopped there.
He had just unconsciously taken a step forward when the door in the distance closed. He watched the person standing there hastily retreat, shutting out a large area of light. The light that shone through the crack in the door was dazzling, giving rise to the possibility that someone would push the door open and come in at any time.
Everything happened so quickly, yet it seemed as if it had been paused. Lu Jinfeng listened to the sound of something almost being locked, and was locked in that moment.
Thinking about what it would be like if they had a wedding.
A simple wedding was held on a quiet afternoon.
He wanted to leave here and find him.
Lu Jinfeng was filled with anticipation, remembering the phrase "and then what?" He paused, unable to think of the rest of the story. He looked at the actors before him as filming began again. Just as he was about to smile, his old habit struck again, tears welling up in his eyes. He raised his hand to interrupt, unwilling to show any overreaction at this moment. "Excuse me, Director, I need a break."
I don't know who took the photo of Bai Shunan's visit, but it was dug up a few months later, and the media made it into a story of "bride robbery" and marriage.
"Bai Shunan steals the bride." He recited each word softly, the rise and fall of his voice conveying a clear sense of joy, and even the ending tone was tinged with a smile. He could still easily recall Bai Shunan's sudden appearance, and every time he relived it, his heart would be filled with a few extremely precious emotions.
After all, he had been disturbed by another thing before. That night, he was lying in the hotel and he forgot who he found a set of wedding photos from. At first, he had no interest in looking at them until he saw Bai Shunan, who appeared in another wedding that day.
Lu Jinfeng looked at the men and women standing next to Bai Shunan. They were all extremely annoying. Even the child in Bai Shunan's arms seemed unpleasant to him. After looking at them for a long time, he realized that he wanted to stand next to him to fill the gap of intimacy.
Thinking of this, he lowered his head and smiled, and then the smile became fainter and fainter.
He drank a bit that night, enough to get him drunk. When he woke up the next day, feeling groggy and forgetful, he rushed straight to the set and finished filming his scenes that afternoon. Afterward, he didn't rush back to the hotel.
After walking around for a long time, he sat down at a dining table and waited quietly there, watching the gorgeous sky come to an end. Lu Jinfeng knew the time very well. Looking at the horizon, he felt that the sky was about to brighten, and everything was thriving. The light clouds were slightly glowing, and they had countless lovely shapes in infinite changes. Looking at those, no matter how he thought about it, he could think of the people he wanted to think about.
Lu Jinfeng suppressed his smile, added a sugar cube to the coffee, and slowly stirred it. Looking at the swaying and spinning coffee, he recalled the past, and the memories of those disasters added a mood worth savoring.
On the way back to the hotel, a strong wind blew. Lu Jinfeng walked against the wind. A street band was singing love songs on the roadside. He walked briskly through each corner that was worth looking forward to. He did not return to the hotel until late at night when there were not many people on the street.
Just before falling asleep, Lu Jinfeng turned on his cell phone and was about to check the time when he noticed the missed call from Zhan Song. He clicked on it and was about to call back when he suddenly saw a familiar number under the red string.
Lu Jinfeng was stunned where he stood. He flipped through the records, not knowing what he was looking for. When he got to the end, he realized that he was trying to get rid of the fact that he seemed to have made hundreds of calls to Bai Shunan last night. Memories flashed through his mind like fragments, and he took a few unsteady steps forward, and finally fell onto the bed.
Lu Jinfeng stared blankly at the records that he had been flipping through for a long time, and couldn't help but wonder, how could he not answer a single call.
Tonight, Lu Jinfeng realized that Bai Shunan hated him and annoyed him even more than he had imagined. Why didn't he even call? Lu Jinfeng gripped his phone tightly, feeling completely sunk into bed. Many things he had taken for granted in his mind were doubted, overturned, and rebuilt again, over and over again. Was the love he had said before all fake? Did it not count? He almost felt... Lu Jinfeng couldn't control the tears in his eyes. As the tears continued to flow, the cursing began. To hide the almost desperate pain, he threw the phone far away, not wanting to see it again.
He lay in bed, his heart still restless, crying and cursing non-stop, thinking that Bai Shunan hated him, thinking of revenge, but he couldn't make up his mind. After he was really sure, he felt another torment. He found that he was afraid of his pain being discovered, but he vaguely believed that there was a slight possibility. So he didn't want him to be sad because of his pain, afraid that he really would be uncomfortable because of his pain. He even felt lucky that he didn't meet him today.
At this moment of anger, his stomach started to feel uncomfortable again. Lu Jinfeng now hated the cup of coffee he drank in the evening. The pain in his body made it difficult for him to tell why he felt so strangely uncomfortable. Was it because of deep resentment or longing? Was he "sighing" or "loving"? As he thought about it, he thought of the closed door.
The door closed quickly, but not instantly. The few seconds it took were prolonged enough for him to remember it.
When I looked back, my heart seemed to be saying, although I loved him, I fell in love with him again.
The door slowly closed and he stood there, his knees aching slightly.
…
He listened to him say "love," listened to him say words he couldn't believe: "I love you."
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