Lin Bin's uncle and second uncle told He Chen about Lin Bin's recent situation and status, hoping that he would help Lin Bin to retrieve his lost soul. Although the two of them stuttered during the process of the relay, and it was difficult to explain clearly in many places, He Chen still saw a warm care from their eager eyes. This care was completely overflowing from the bones, full of simple feelings and passionate desires, without any pretentiousness. After the relay was hurriedly, Lin Bin's uncle and second uncle left. Under the moonlight, the two hunched backs lingered in He Chen's pupils, making him feel indescribable. For a moment, this back actually had a sudden beauty in this noisy city.

Shortly after Lin Bin's uncle and second uncle left, Lin Bin appeared in He Chen's vision, which was different from his previous life. This time, Lin Bin quietly floated in front of He Chen like a ghost. If he hadn't heard some wind from Lin Bin's uncle and second uncle in advance, He Chen would inevitably be surprised.

Since seeing He Chen for the first time, Lin Bin has gradually developed an inexplicable favoritism towards this person who looks strange in behavior, or it can be described as a kind of dependence. Whether out of curiosity or loneliness, in Lin Bin's opinion, in such a big city, it is a fate to meet a literary and artistic young man like He Chen. Such a person is not only a bit like-minded with him, but also willing to listen to his strange thoughts that seem incredible to others.

He also understood and discussed and discussed these ideas in depth from time to time. Moreover, another reason why Lin Bin relies on He Chen is that every time he meets He Chen, the other party will give him some books that Lin Bin is very keen to be addicted to. If it weren't for He Chen's gift, Lin Bin would not be able to buy these books at present. Some of them are difficult to buy even if he is able to buy, because they are too niche. For example, the collection of poems by a non-famous poet that Lin Bin prefers is difficult to see in a bookstore.

"You are here," He Chen said.

Lin Bin nodded, then his expression changed, and the dimness gradually dissipated. He excitedly applied to his cheeks and said excitedly: "Do you know, I have realized a great wish recently."

"What wish?" He Chen asked pretended to be ignorant.

"I've seen Han Jiaren!"

When talking about Han Jiaren, Lin Bin became excited. He Chen remembered that when he met Lin Bin last time, Lin Bin talked about the name Han Jiaren many times, but he didn't pay much attention at that time. Now when he heard Han Jiaren from Lin Bin, the charm obviously changed, becoming rich and entangled.

Facts have proved that Lin Bin's nostalgia for Han Jiaren has indeed reached the point of being obsessed with it.

"Han Jiaren's surname is Liu, and my surname is Niu. Although it is not the same word, its pronunciation is the same, which shows that we are destined people." Lin Bin said. "Han Jiaren is not like to talk. When interviewing reporters, he always cherishes his words like gold. This is very similar to me, and I don't talk much in daily life." Lin Bin said again. "The first poem I published in this life is about Han Jiaren. We are destined people." Lin Bin continued.

When Lin Bin said these words, He Chen remained silent. Of course, the only thing that was silent was the appearance, but the heart was surging. He Chen couldn't help but feel that Lin Bin's association ability was so strong. Such far-fetched connections could be trapped by him and Han Jiaren, and it was explained from it that there were great fate between them. Although He Chen had seen many strange people and strange things, he was still shocked by Lin Bin's performance. As Lin Bin's eldest and second uncles said, He Chen felt that Lin Bin had indeed lost his soul at the moment. Invisibly, he was no longer the Lin Bin's former Lin Bin, or to be more precise, the former was being shaped into another strange Lin Bin by an invisible force.

While Lin Bin was using beer to moisten his mouth, He Chen suddenly remembered the editor-in-chief of the evening newspaper supplement. He still remembered that before this, he thought he was "unfair" and had a misunderstanding of Lin Bin's poems. But now, He Chen couldn't help but find that even though he had correctly explored and explored the poem, he still couldn't really figure it out. At least before this, He Chen didn't know at all that the poem was about Han Jiaren, and Lin Bin expressed all the nostalgia expressed in the poems, and to this female star who was really out of reach for him. In this way, Lin Bin's obsession with Han Jiaren is really the origin of

It's been a long time, and this indirectly proves that it is really not easy to revive Lin Bin. He Chen couldn't help but think of the hunched backs of Lin Bin's eldest and second uncles, and the sad stories and beautiful dreams that Lin Bin said, and finally decided to give up. He Chen didn't think he could revive Lin Bin, nor did he think that Lin Bin had to revive Lin Bin at all. He just felt that he was in a vortex of reality. In order to maintain balance and not be swallowed by the vortex, he had to do some actions that could provide enough centripetal force. Similar situations have occurred many times in He Chen's life experience.

"Do you know, when I met Han Jiaren at the concert, I felt that she was not just a goddess, but a beautiful sun, as dazzling as the sun." Lin Bin said excitedly.

He Chen's eyes were condensed on Lin Bin and said, "Don't forget that the sun is not only dazzling, but also unattainable and unattainable."

Lin Bin's expression became dim again when he heard this. He Chen paused, thought about something, and asked, "Have you written a new work recently?"

Lin Bin said truthfully: "No, the figure of Han Jiaren has been in my mind recently, so how can I have the heart to write something?"

He Chen said: "This is contrary to your previous thoughts. Didn't you say you would insist on writing every day?"

Lin Bin responded disapprovingly: "It goes against the other side? I don't think so. I am brewing. Most of the good works have a brewing process. To be honest, when I am brewing, I must write the best poems for Han Jiaren and the best essays for her. When I start writing novels in the future, I must write the best novels for her. I want to perfectly integrate Han Jiaren into my works. By the way, there are scripts, and I will also write the best scripts for her, and I will ask her to act at that time."

Just when He Chen was amazed by Lin Bin's fantasy, Lin Bin suddenly changed his tone and asked: "Have you published some works recently? Let's not talk about prose novel scripts, I mean poetry, you know that now I am most interested in poetry in the vast soil of literature."

He Chen smiled faintly and said, "I really published one."

"What poem?" Lin Bin asked hurriedly.

"Why do I recite it to you now?" He Chen asked.

"That can't be better," Lin Bin said, "But can you recite it?"

He Chen said: "Of course, some works that make you unforgettable will be unforgettable after writing them. I believe that the first poem you published will be particularly unforgettable to you."

Lin Bin nodded clearly and took a listening attitude.

You can't understand

Why does the body freeze quickly under the sun

In the cold wind that keeps whistling

You've become an iceberg

This city has become a turbulent sea

You were suddenly lifted and fell down

Don't know this cruel floating

How long does it last

Don't know whether to break or melt

Is it the only terrible result

"What is the title of this poem?" Lin Bin asked curiously.

""Walking," He Chen replied.

"Drift? Well, a very good question," said Lin Bin, "Wandering alone in the city is full of helplessness."

He Chen said: "It's not just helplessness, but more about the cold. Only you can feel the coldness of yourself, but unfortunately you can't understand why it's so cold. Now I want to give it a new topic called "Iceberg".

"Why?" Lin Bin asked.

He Chen said: "Because I feel that wandering is a bit weak, I use the iceberg that symbolizes myself as a clear topic, which hits the nail on the head."

Lin Bin was stunned for a moment and said, "Then you might as well just use the title "The Iceberg of Wandering".

He Chen paused when he heard this and thought to himself that the time was almost over and it was time to reveal his intentions. So he asked Lin Bin: "Don't you think you are like a wandering iceberg now?"

"Me?" Lin Bin couldn't help but be surprised.

"Yes, it's you." Since the topic has begun, He Chen felt that there was no need to continue to beat around the bush and said bluntly: "Your iceberg is different from the iceberg mentioned in my poem. You are the iceberg chasing the sun, and then Han Jiaren is the sun you are chasing. In the turbulent sea, you chased her at all costs, but you forgot the potential crisis."

In fact, this poem is not He Chen's recent work, but was published last year, but it is just applied by him now. Although Lin Bin is a migrant worker, he has been in high school and has read many books. Now, listening to He Chen's targeted words, he looked at He Chen's cautious expression. Although he didn't know that his eldest and second uncles had just met He Chen, and they didn't know that they had told He Chen about their own affairs, he could still understand the hidden warning in these words.

On this cold winter night, in such a messy alley, such a simple and deserted food stall, Lin Bin couldn't help but fall into a sudden meditation. He had to admit that He Chen's words were indeed very reasonable and vivid. If Han Jiaren was the sun in his mind, then he was really the iceberg chasing the sun. As for the potential crisis, it is not difficult to explain that the sun is unattainable and unattainable, but the light and heat of the sun are real, and these light and heat are not as simple as the warmth brought on the surface for the iceberg, because the iceberg will break or even melt completely when it is too warm when it is too warm.

. After thinking through this, Lin Bin was undoubtedly a little depressed. He Chen's words were like an invisible blade, quietly cutting open a lock deep in Lin Bin's heart, thus opening a door. As for what was inside the door, Lin Bin was not really unaware of it, but he had been deliberately ignored. Lin Bin had also thought that his obsession with Han Jiaren was ridiculous. The deeper the obsession, the deeper the sinking, and when he suddenly realized, he might be injured. But until He Chen pointed it out, these thoughts were regarded as a disaster and beast by Lin Bin, and left behind. In his opinion, even if it was sinking, it was a wonderful and endless sinking.

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Before the sky was completely dark, the street lights and neon lights on both sides of the street were all lit up. Under the colorful light, the crowds coming and going were like turbulent rivers. Many times, they crowded in such a stream of people alone, and felt empty, He Chen would feel like a small wave, so inconspicuous. Usually when he thought so, He Chen would comfort himself with his already stale theories. In his opinion, not only himself, but everyone is such a small wave. The world is so big and the population is so large. Even a great man is of great significance, what is it in the long river of history? But today, He Chen does not have such leisure because he has a precise direction and a clear purpose in his heart. Once a person has a direction and purpose, it will be difficult for him to pay attention to the common phenomena around him.

It was Monday evening, the evening of the second day after meeting Lin Bin. He Chen made an exception and walked out of his temporary residence in Jinxiu City. The reason for making him make an exception was naturally for Lin Bin. As for the person he was looking for, it was Yan'er. Lin Bin's uncle and second uncle didn't know where Yan'er was, but He Chen knew it. One Sunday night, when He Chen met Lin Bin, Lin Bin specially brought Yan'er. He Chen remembered this petite, delicate and pure and simple at first sight.

The girl, her watery appearance left a deep impression on He Chen. After talking and observing, He Chen found out that night about Yan'er's condition and clearly peeked out that Yan'er was very unusual when facing Lin Bin. She was silently concerned, and she was hiding a clear love like a clear spring. What made He Chen laugh and cry was that even he could see this kind of admiration complex, but Lin Bin did not know it. Of course, it was not ruled out that the possibility of knowing something but deliberately ignoring it.

Yan'er works in the foot washing room. When He Chen found the foot washing room based on the memory in his mind, he immediately noticed an ambiguous atmosphere. Although he had never been interested in foot washing room, he could not deny that the foot washing room, which seemed small, had a special attraction to men, especially when he just walked into the foot washing room and was surrounded by several charming women, this feeling became even stronger. He Chen habitually observed the women, even if they were dressed up.

The flowers were waving and the fragrance was everywhere, but they could not hide the traces they deliberately hid. These traces could vaguely prove that they were not from this city at all, or that they all came from the countryside. Several women dragged He Chen one after another, wanting him to accept their services. Unfortunately, He Chen disappointed them. When he said that he was here to find Yan'er, the women immediately showed a disappointed expression. After they dispersed, a middle-aged woman walked out, and it seemed that she was the boss lady here.

The boss's wife looked at He Chen carefully and asked, "Are you looking for Yan'er?"

He Chen nodded.

The boss lady said: "It's okay to find her, but you have to spend it on her. After all, it's working hours now, and our employees cannot leave their posts without authorization."

He Chen sighed secretly, nodded, and said nothing more nonsense.

In a private room with dirty air, He Chen was lying alone on the sofa on the backrest, waiting for Yan'er to arrive. At this moment, he was very confused, and it was hard for him to deny this. He really didn't want the innocent and exquisite girl to appear in front of him that night, like the women just now. If this is true, he could only doubt whether his trip was really meaningful. Fortunately, he didn't disappoint He Chen much. When Yan'er appeared, although she was dressed well, she revealed more of it, and she did not have the pungent fragrance on her body.

"Why are you here?" Yan'er came in with her foot washbasin, glanced at her slightly and asked in surprise.

He Chen smiled faintly: "I'll come to see you."

"You have a good memory," Yan'er said, "I just briefly said last time that you could find this place. By the way, is there anything you are asking me for? Is it about Lin Bin?" Yan'er thought that He Chen would come to find him, which is probably related to Lin Bin.

He Chen did not deny it, and after a huh, he asked Yan'er to put the foot wash basin aside.

Yan'er hesitated for a moment and said, "Since you have spent money, then wash one."

He Chen shook his head: "No, I'm not used to letting others wash my feet."

Yan'er said oh, put down the washbasin, found a stool to sit down. Seeing that He Chen was silent, she asked, "Lin Bin should be very happy recently, right?"

He Chen said in surprise: "Why do you ask that?"

Yan'er smiled and said, "Because he must have seen his dream lover."

"You mean Han Jiaren, right?" He Chen smiled, "It seems that you really care about Lin Bin."

When Yan'er heard this, her face suddenly turned rosy and she quietly played with her fingers. He Chen couldn't help but feel inexplicably moved when she saw her appearance. Because of this emotion, the originally depressing box, the atmosphere gradually improved. Yan'er's current appearance made He Chen confirm her opinion, that is, she did have a love complex for Lin Bin.

"Are you still used to working here?" He Chen asked deliberately changing the subject.

Yan'er nodded: "Fortunately, I'm here to help people wash their feet, and I don't do anything else for massage." After that, the rosy on Yan'er's face became more and more eye-catching.

He Chen was stunned and thought to himself that this girl said this as if she was to prove something. As for what she said, He Chen was unwilling to be serious. He only knew that the reason why she said this to him was not because she was close to Lin Bin, and the person she cared about was Lin Bin.

"The water is almost cold, are you really not washing it?" Perhaps conscious of his embarrassment, Yan'er glanced at the footbasin and said in a gentle tone.

Kaki shook his head firmly and said, "No." Then he remembered something and asked, "Can you massage?"

Yan'er hurriedly said, "I really never help others with massage."

He Chen smiled and said, "Don't panic, I'm just asking you if you can."

Yan'er lowered her head and said shyly: "I'm not very good at it. I just saw other sisters helping customers with massages several times, and I saw some tricks."

He Chen nodded and continued to ask, "If one day, Brother Lin Bin asks you to give him a massage, would you like?"

Yan'er was restless when she heard this. This question was too sudden for her. However, after thinking about it carefully, she realized that the man in front of her was mostly prepared. Yan'er was reluctant to lie and rarely lie. Even though she knew that her answer might reveal something, she would still speak out her true thoughts without hesitation.

"meeting."

This simple word made He Chen feel that this trip was not in vain, and he really needed to do something for Lin Bin and Yan'er.

In He Chen's opinion, if Han Jiaren is like the sun according to Lin Bin, then the girl Yan'er is like the moonlight, and the moonlight falling on the fields, with a simple and pure beauty. The two of them, one belongs to a prosperous city and a noisy crowd, and the other is destined to be a simple countryside. The meeting between He Chen and Yan'er made He Chen feel that a girl like Yan'er is really incompatible with the impetuous city. Perhaps only in a countryside closer to nature can the Yan'er bloom its own colors and brilliance.

One evening three days later, He Chen came to the construction site where Lin Bin’s uncle and his second uncle worked. The night fell, and the noises of noisy sounds, machines, knocking, scolding, and sighs from time to time were still boiling, creating a different world. It has to be said that this world made He Chen very uncomfortable. Although he is not unfamiliar with similar scenes, he really has a blank view of his personal experience. Looking at the figures selling blood and sweat forced by life, He Chen is not

Jin felt that he was a lucky person after all. God did not actually cause too much injustice to him. It should be a blessing to survive in the cruel real society without having to sweat and become sloppy like those migrant workers. Whenever he had such an idea, He Chen would unconsciously seize a large amount of creative desire. If he put it on weekdays, according to He Chen's personality, he would definitely release this desire as soon as possible. Unfortunately, today is different. He did not come to find creative motivation.
To be continued...