Beautiful scenery of Luo Ji × Zhuang Yan (New Year's He Wen)

"This red wine was sent by Mr. Kantor two days ago. Because he was afraid of what someone was doing on the road, he personally went to France. I told him not to bother, there is already a lot of good wine in the wine cellar here. Guess what he said ... "

Luo Ji poured wine into the goblet and looked up at the girl sitting at the table from time to time. She also looked at herself with her chin propped up. The dining table has moved to the fireplace, and the flickering flames set off the delicacies, tableware, flowers and the girl's eyes. "He said, I heard that in your festival, old people will give young people red things, and he couldn't think of anything more suitable at the moment. You say, who is this nonsense to him ... "

"No one should play such a joke on others." The girl sighed gently. "It's too much trouble. I'll thank Mr. Kanter tomorrow. "

Luo Ji walked to the table with two glasses, handed one to each other, and sat down by himself. He leaned forward and looked at each other with aggrieved and pleading eyes: "Yan Yan, I am telling you a joke. Please cooperate. "

"ah ...? "ZhuangYan first is one leng, then sure enough gently" snow ". Luo Ji knew that it was not her previous jokes that amused her, but her poor appearance now. She felt helpless and sweet in her heart, and thought it was worthwhile to "give my life to please the beauty".

He sat up straight, picked up chopsticks and began to pick up food: "Yan Yan, you seem unhappy recently?"

"No, how?" Zhuang Yan also picked up chopsticks and reached for the cold dish, trying to pick up a small piece of crystal parfait. -How could she be unhappy? She is carefree here, like a princess in a castle and like Eve in the Garden of Eden. Beyond heaven, in the outside world separated by picturesque mountains, human society is gradually falling into unprecedented danger.

Who knows that the frozen cake is as smooth and tender as tofu, and it broke into several pieces from her chopsticks and fell down. Luo Ji also came to help, only to find another one broken. They stared at the last piece left, froze for two seconds, and suddenly burst out laughing at the same time. Luo Ji smiled and shook his head and put down his chopsticks.

"I have rarely seen you smile recently." He changed a spoon, scooped up that piece and sent it to the other bowl. "I remember when you first came, you liked to laugh."

Zhuang Yan looked down at the delicate cake. After a while, I looked up at each other again: "Do you like watching me smile?"

This is a question, and her eyes are really waiting for the answer. Luo Ji thought she must have misunderstood what she said just now. "No, no! That's not true ... like I said before, you just have to make yourself happy. In addition, staying happy and smiling often is also good for your health. "

Zhuang Yan nodded and shook his head: "But you don't laugh very often recently ... If Uncle Shi were here, he would tell jokes better than you." She said it casually, and Luo Ji trembled as she listened.

She kept thinking about him and even noticed that his smile became less and less. Nothing can make him more gratified and heartbroken. Sweet and sour feelings spread in the chest. He looked at her with tender eyes, and finally just smiled and sighed: "Yes ..."

His heart sank again at the thought of Shi Qiang. Leukemia. -In the last call, Shi Qiang's voice was still cheerful and open-minded. Who really knows what the future medical association will look like? Intellectually speaking, this has nothing to do with him, and his anxiety and worry are of no help; But emotionally, he always felt sorry for Shi Qiang. Why? Because he is addicted to his wayward nonsense? Many people tolerate themselves now, but Shi Qiang seems to be special. It seems that he has never been regarded as an ordinary official of the Earth's Department of Defense and Security. It seems that this man is worthy of trust and dependence. Although we don't spend much time together, we are already heart-to-heart brothers with him. Then he remembered his brother's entrustment on the phone: "Four hundred years later ... please."

But what can he do? He is just an ordinary man, with no strategic intelligence and political experience, no mysterious power, no divine revelation, and even no strong body. -it is not terrible to realize this. In fact, war and death are not the most terrible. He believes that even after 400 years, even if the world will be burned by war tomorrow, he can live a wonderful life today.

Or just let him devote himself to the times. Let him fill his body into the gradually forming war machine in today's world, just like the slogan "The earth needs you" seen in the news in the armies, factories, schools and more and more occasions, just like thousands of other ordinary people in Qian Qian. It doesn't matter, after all, the first 30 years of life were colorful and left him no regrets.

However, those people from the United Nations and PDC suddenly dragged him out of the crowd. They threw him on the altar and put on a cangue called "the one facing the wall". There he felt the sight of all mankind, the sight of all creatures on this planet, the sight of four light-years away. Those eyes are awe-inspiring, confused and silent smiles. No matter how he shouted, "I can't do it! Leave me alone ... I can't do it! " What can change is the depth of the smile on their faces. -that countless smiling faces swallowed him up instantly like the tide. He struggled and was suffocating. At this time, a piece of white ice floe floated in front of him, and he desperately reached out and held it tightly.

The sea under his feet is boiling hot and bottomless. Even if he doesn't think about it, he subconsciously knows that one day the ice floes will melt, and then he will go to rolling in the deep. It may also be that he was exhausted before that and let go, which makes no difference. Because of this, I am more willful, like an addict who knows that his time is running out.

Before these emotions overflowed his eyes, he looked away from the intersection of himself and Zhuang Yan. He looked around the spacious living room and said thoughtfully, "It's a bit too deserted for such a big place where only the two of us spend the New Year." So invite the guards outside? But security is a problem, and Shi Qiang and Kantor won't agree. Besides, the guards may spend the holidays in their own way in their posts, and they may not be willing to be with this person who has never avoided them. So ... "Do you want to watch the evening broadcast?" His eyes rested on her shoulder again, and he asked softly, but his heart was uneasy-at ordinary times, they would choose some programs that had nothing to do with current affairs, but at the party, they would inevitably see overwhelming war mobilization. He made up his mind that if Yan Yan really wants to relieve boredom, then watch it.

Fortunately, Zhuang Yan was not interested in the broadcast of the party, and in turn comforted him softly: "No need. I'm already glad you prepared this surprise for me ... in fact, they are also very good. I didn't like New Year's Eve before, it was too noisy. "

He still nodded gently and followed her: "Besides, there was nothing to see at the previous party."

So they kept eating. During the dinner, he casually commented on how beautiful those tableware were in the light of the fire We can put the dining table next to the fireplace and eat here for the rest of the dinner. As a result, this sentence touched the inspiration of Zhuang Yan. She began to talk about the Dutch painting school, and she was best at depicting still life, especially exquisite tableware, and expressing the precious significance of the beauty of earthly life from the reflection on the porcelain plate in front of her, from the Dutch painting school to the Renaissance background. The atmosphere at the dinner table is also lively. Luo Ji was very happy to hear that. He has long found that when it comes to art, Zhuang becomes very active and cheerful. Now he likes this feeling. He is no longer the long-awaited savior, but an ignorant pupil, a passive receiver-someone holds a lamp to light the right way for him, without him groping alone in the dark.

Because I was relaxed and absorbed in the lecture, I accidentally drank two more glasses. Although he is a wine lover, he is not drunk and has no intention of getting drunk tonight, so enough is enough. After dinner, the two sat hand in hand on the sofa in the living room to continue chatting. Zhuang Yan once talked about flowers and birds in the Song Dynasty from Dutch tableware. Luo Ji planned in her mind that at zero o'clock, the guards and soldiers would set off fireworks by the lake, which was another surprise for her. But the excess alcohol gradually worked. After yawning twice in a row, he heard the other person ask softly, "How ... are you sleepy?"

"Not bad, a little ..." He leaned limply in her shoulder socket, and his warm tiredness poured down his blood vessels like the tide. And her gentle voice is like a clear spring: "Then go to bed early. Anyway, only we have holidays, and we don't have to be old. "

He leaned against her arms and shook his head: "But there will be fireworks on the lake at zero o'clock ..."

Only then did I know that I let go of the outdoor machine, and I could not help secretly regretting it. On the contrary, there seems to be a faint smile in the other person's voice: "Never mind, lie down for a while first, and I will wake you up at 0: 00."

"Then you won't be bored?"

"It won't. You go to sleep and I'll draw you. " She reached out and held his face. "You are beautiful when you are asleep. I've always wanted to paint it well, but you always wake up early and have never been idle before. "

Luo Ji raised his eyes in amazement for the first time. Seeing that her attitude was obviously serious, she smiled again: "Isn't it beautiful when I am awake?"

Zhuang Yan's cheeks seemed to glow slightly in the firelight. She let go: "Everything looks fine."

She covered him with a thick blanket and walked quickly to her studio and study. The studio is a little far from the living room. She wandered around various painting tools for several times, and finally decided to take out a big sketch book from the bookshelf and two small charcoal pens. Holding these things, when she hurried back to the living room, she saw that Luo Ji on the sofa had fallen asleep silently. She walked softly to the other end of the sofa and sat down, laying the sketch book flat on her lap.

But she didn't write it right away. From this perspective, the golden light and shadow outline his face, depicting the shapes of eyelashes, bridge of the nose and lips. What a young and beautiful face this is. Although he sometimes pretends to be mature or cynical, he is simple and lovely in his sleep, almost fragile and childish.

As he himself said, he is the most ordinary mortal.

-Then why you? Why were you chosen?

Naturally, she doesn't know, and neither does he. Ms. Sai, the top management of the United Nations and PDC, and even ETO knew nothing about this. Only "they" four light-years away knew about it, so they planned to kill him. However, if he is really outstanding, it may be that he is extremely calm about life and death, not with words, but with a background melody of a bright life. He seems to love all the good things in life and is willing to accompany the world to death at any time. This absolute calm sometimes infects people around you. Of course, if he or the world was really destroyed in front of him that day, she couldn't imagine herself who could keep calm.

The wood crackled in the fireplace, and she turned her eyes to the golden flames dancing in the fireplace. We first met in front of this fireplace. When the fire broke out and his figure appeared in the original cold and dark background, she suddenly realized that her imagination and preparation method for "work" might be completely wrong. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes and pretended as if nothing had happened. He just smoked his eyes. But the loneliness in her eyes was so obvious that it touched her heart.

He needs this place, just as lonely Luther II needs a castle. Those who may hurt him are far away from the sky and hidden in every corner of the world. In fact, computers, internet and satellite TV are all complete here, so it is very easy to understand the outside world. What she knows is that people facing the wall are gradually afraid of contacting the crowd, not only afraid of seeing doubt and accusation, but also afraid of seeing trust, reverence, fanaticism, or just smiling. The so-called "smile at people facing the wall." It is said that some people even become afraid of the sun.

-I hope he won't meet those, at least for a limited time. When she saw the soft golden light illuminating his wet eyes, she felt that some things didn't need to be disguised, whether it was melancholy or smiling.

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