At three or four in the morning, the streets were cold, the air was humid, filled with cold fog, and there were small shops open all night. I'm used to staying up late, but my mind begins to swell near five o'clock, and becomes numb and blind. At this time, Li Yaohui was knocking on the window of the cigarette shop. A similar scene once belonged to me. It was probably a train station in the early morning, with dark street lights, driving the road mechanically. The destination was not clear yet, but I couldn't restrain my dim desire to plunge into the overnight shop. He Baorong, when you were wandering, could you also mistake the occasional faint touch on the side of the road for a long-forgotten home?
The noisy tavern, the accordion, the tango, and the cigarettes lingered, the music became dazed in Li Yaohui’s widened eyes, the dancers were wild, the cheers were exaggerated and moderate, and in Ho Baorong’s casual kiss, who could Try to parry it. In the fading lens, only black and white remained, the colors that overflowed from the bottom of Li Yaohui's eyes.
The car moves forward slowly, and you who are sitting alone in the back row look cold. Light a cigarette, turn around and glance, the figure that is tightly wrapped in the windbreaker but unable to keep out the cold can't help shrinking and shrinking, and your tired eyes are empty. He Baorong, do you know that without you, the world of some people has lost its color from now on, and you, decorated by black and white, your face is motionless, and your body is like an empty shell filled with loneliness, far away, yet so flirtatious.
Black belongs to the despair of Lai Yaohui. Shaking the flat bottle in his hand, the residual wine was cold, and He Baorong's sobbing in his drunk eyes seemed to be an illusion. He asked for a kiss, he said lazily, "I just want you to accompany me", his arms covered his eyes. Li Yaohui will only become more angry, and will merge with despair into a first class, breaking through the imprisonment of forbearance.
White belongs to He Baorong's transparency. Like a beautiful and gloomy shadow, it seems to disappear under the sun. The moment they decided to flee to the back of the earth, his heart began to be lost, perhaps on the way to find the waterfall. So he could only plunge into the abyss of desire and involuntarily let go of Li Yaohui's hand.
【Orange and Yellow】
Li Yaohui's cabin was narrow and messy. Pushing the door out, it was a long old staircase. At the end of the staircase, there were noisy fat Argentine women. He Baorong still likes this place. "The ceiling is very high and the scenery is good." The most important thing is that someone is willing to take care of him and wash his body carefully. With a bruised face and bandaged hands, even the heartless people know the pain. When Li Yaohui agreed to take him in, there should be a slight heaviness in his chest.
"Li Yaohui, let's start over." This sentence will mean separation, and it will mean recombination. He Baorong would be the one who spoke about it, and Li Yaohui was always the one who couldn't refuse. This time he saw the colors again, and the shots were full of warm colors, which was the comfort that brought him closer and made him greedy and unable to extricate himself from it.
Yellow is the warmth in Li Yaohui's hut. Time passed briskly outside the window, the footsteps never stopped, the sound of siren came from the port, the night scene of Buenos Aires looked hurried, only in this small house, everything seemed to be still. He Baorong teaches Li Yaohui to dance tango. He Baorong seems to be impatient, while Li Yaohui is silly, burying his heads in practice dance steps alone, and then the music sounds and the two can embrace and dance. Hugs, kisses, the body desires each other so hard, and the heart stays in the small room so hard. When the dance step is no longer a dance step, time and space gradually freeze.
Orange is He Baorong's bright coat. He is so beautiful and irresponsible that he will disappear even at a glance, and it will make people fall into the obsession like moths and let him go. I can feel Li Yaohui’s gratitude. Even if the person facing him is so capricious, even if he is completely unreasonable, Li Yaohui willingly takes care of his all. Facing Ho Baorong’s repeated difficulties, Li Yaohui’s stinky face is in his heart again. How can we not cheer, just because he is willing to stay by his side, this is enough. Every time He Baorong returns, it is another rebirth of Li Yaohui.
[Blue and Green] In
the streets and alleys of Buenos Aires, young people are playing football. In the noisy small restaurant, Li Yaohui was very busy, made new friends, saved enough money, and returned to the hut where he was temporarily sheltering. He Baorong was waiting. What else was he dissatisfied with? Unless, He Baorong is no longer there.
He waited for him, instead he waited for him. In the middle of the night, He Baorong came back dressed well, his orange stinging Li Yaohui's eyes. He went to buy cigarettes, he went to supper, he was so bored, Li Yaohui finally knew that He Baorong's heart was still incomplete. Maybe he is used to preparing for the next "start from scratch", even if he never believed that He Baorong would be quiet once, even if only once, he hid He Baorong’s passport, and he bought a whole cabinet of cigarettes. It is not that he has not tried hard. . Only this time, he decided to walk away alone.
The green is Li Yaohui's return ticket. He took it away and disappeared into the crowd blankly. He was kayaking on the water, his expression was dim and lonely, with sad notes falling to his ears, he left his crying at the lighthouse at the end of the world, and then set off on his return journey. After all, green is the color of hope. When he resolutely withdrew away, the world suddenly opened up a lot. Li Yaohui also occasionally sought pleasure. When he finally said, "I always thought I was different from He Baorong. When I was lonely, everyone was the same." He Baorong was no longer his inner depression. Life is going to continue. He has condoned and heartbroken. He finally turned his head and left, no longer burdened.
Blue is He Baorong's revolving lantern. The two insisted on looking for the waterfall on the lamp together, and in the end they had to be alone in the blue water droplets splashing from it. Li Yaohui worshipped this relationship in front of the waterfall. He Baorong went back to the hut alone and was crying. He knew that this time it was Li Yaohui's turn to leave, and no one would ever hear him say "Let's start over." Blue is the color of loneliness. He Baorong's body filled with loneliness has made escapes time and time again. Because of the fear of harm, you must first say your refusal. When Li Yaohui finally gave up the kite string in his hand, He Baorong probably realized after all that his lost heart could never be retrieved anymore. The kite with the broken string, even though it was still beautiful, was left forever on the other side of the earth.
Buenos Aires, a tavern performing tango, a small rental house by the port, a convenience store open all night, a cold street in the early morning, a bus with few passengers, He Baorong, where would you let me find you? ? Let's finish this tango dance.
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