Unspeakable

Chapter 10, Unspeakable

Zhang Yang waited for Mu Chen on the bicycle, and Mu Chen came down wearing a peaked cap and carrying a backpack, and said excitedly: "If you don't ride a bike, don't ride a bike, are you going to die of exhaustion? Take the bus!"

"Okay, let me see if I have any change..." Zhang Yang locked the car.

"No, I have a lot here."

After waiting for a bus for 10 minutes at the station, I finally waited for a bus with few people, but there was no vacancy.

Zhang Yang gave Mu Chen a hand and pushed him up.As soon as I got on the bus, the driver began to call out very diligently, and the voice of the female robot echoed in the compartment: "Hello passengers, please take the initiative to give up your seat for the elderly, young, sick, disabled, pregnant, and passengers with babies in the compartment. Thanks."

Zhang Yang clearly saw that Mu Chen's brows were wrinkled.

Walking to the back, a couple stood up immediately, and Zhang Yang quickly said, "No thanks, we'll get off right away."

The man smiled: "That's right, let's get off."

Zhang Yang thanked the two of them countless times in his heart, and sat down with Mu Chen.What did he think of: "Show me your DSLR?"

Mu Chen took the camera off his neck and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"Canon, it's quite luxurious, which one is this?"

"EOS6D, it's cheaper," Mu Chen leaned on the back of the chair comfortably, "I won't take out the lens, for fear of damaging it."

"Can you use it?"

"Of course," Mu Chen clicked his tongue, "Do you think I, Mu Chen, are a fool, after working on it for two days, I still can't figure it out?"

Zhang Yang returned the DSLR to Mu Chen, and whispered, "Hey, that little boy in the front row has been staring at you."

Mu Chen looked forward, and sure enough, there was a little boy over two years old sitting in the front row, kneeling on the seat, and secretly aiming at him through the gap in the handle of the seat.When the little boy saw Mu Chen looking at him, he immediately sat upright obediently.

Mu Chen smiled, looking at the rows of trees running backwards outside the car window.The little boy quietly turned his head back and looked at Mu Chen.

"This kid is really funny." Zhang Yang said.

The one sitting next to the little boy should be his mother. Seeing her son so focused, she looked back suspiciously. Unexpectedly, there were two normal and serious boys behind her. A little embarrassed, she grabbed her son's arm and said: "Do it well, brake for a while and don't fall."

The little boy put his thumb in his mouth and pointed at Mu Chen: "Brother—brother."

"Well, big brother," the young mother immediately became more kind, "The baby is ready soon, we are getting out of the car, be careful not to fall."

The little boy just sat upright.After a while, the young mother led her son out of the car.

Zhang Yang smiled and turned Mu Chen's head: "Come on, let me see how charming Mu Xiaochen is..."

"Fool," Mu Chen smiled, and patted Zhang Yang's hand away, "Let me tell you, how can one be heroic, suave, and graceful. No, why are there three..."

"I really don't understand why people keep staring at you."

"Don't understand?" Mu Chen asked.

"Ah."

"Look...look here." Mu Chen pointed at his face.

"What's the matter, there are no rice grains," Zhang Yang looked at Mu Chen's words, "Hey, you are kidding me!"

"Oh, so clever."

"Student Mu Xiaochen, I realize that you are so stupid sometimes," Zhang Yang slapped Mu Chen's face while laughing.

After getting out of the car, Zhang Yang knew where Mu Chen was talking about the "seaside". All the grasslands are ferocious, stubby, and green.

"Here?" Zhang Yang looked around for a week, "Is this a place with no village or shop behind?"

"Well, that's what I want," Mu Chen said calmly, "I want to hit the waves on the rocks."

Zhang Yang didn't understand: "Then you can take pictures downstairs."

"That's different. The background in the distance can't be too soft. Only here has the effect I want."

"Okay, then you shoot, I'll find a place to stay later."

Mu Chen carried the camera and walked towards the sea, he had a very clear and unusual picture in his mind.This picture has been in his mind for a long time.In his spare time, he would carefully repair the painting with a carving knife.

For some reason, he was a little excited, and his hand holding the crutch was sweating.

But this feeling is very happy, and it is happiness to put wishes into action.

Mu Chen stood on the gravel ground, observed for a long time, and finally found a strangely shaped reef, and walked over it.He kept comparing which reef the waves would hit higher.

He stepped onto the rough rock, put the crutches aside, and then propped his hands on the ground with great difficulty while kneeling down with the SLR on his shoulders, posing in a very stable triangle position.

He put his arms on his knees, held the camera in his hands, and immediately felt a dull pain in his knees.

Mu Chen smiled wryly, he was too thin, the bones of his elbows were growing out.

As soon as I turned on the camera and opened the lens cover, there was a rush of waves hitting the reef, and it exploded like a firework and then scattered all over the ground.

In just an instant, Mu Chen was mostly wet.

A gust of wind blew past, and Mu Chen shivered.Just now I thought the wind was very warm, but it was much colder when I was drowned.He took out his handkerchief, wiped the sea water on the SLR, and then continued to stabilize the camera.

I don't know how long I have been squatting, and I don't know how many waves have been photographed. Mu Chen has been squatting there steadily. As soon as the waves splash, he presses the continuous shooting button, for fear of missing any wonderful pictures and angles.

It hurts in the eyes - the sea water splashes in the face and slides down the hair on the forehead and into the eyes.Mu Chen tried his best to close his eyes, and then tried his best to open them wide. He finally felt better, but his eyes became dizzy.

He had to free up one hand and pressed hard on his eyes, but the sound of waves hitting his ears could be heard.

Listening to the sound is like a big wave, hold still and don't move.

Just as Mu Chen told himself this, his arm was pulled up and pulled aside.

Then he felt the warmth from his cold arms, it was Zhang Yang.Zhang Yang pulled him back forcefully, Mu Chen couldn't use the strength in his legs and almost fell to his knees, Zhang Yang hurriedly dragged Mu Chen, stretched his feet over and placed them under his knees.

The menacing waves crashed against the rocks, splashing countless white droplets, the sea water overflowed, just covering Mu Chen's shoes.

"Are you asleep?" Zhang Yang asked Mu Chen just as he pulled him to the gravel.

Mu Chen rubbed his eyes and replied simply: "No."

"It's been an hour and the tide has been rising, haven't you noticed?" Zhang Yang seemed a little annoyed.

"Oh...it seems to be." Mu Chen looked at the rock he was stepping on just now.A few big waves came, and the reef was actually pressed under the waves, and only a grayish dark blue could be faintly seen, which was the densely packed small snail shells attached to it.

Zhang Yang was still very angry: "If I hadn't pulled you - what happened to your eyes?"

"Killed by sea water," Mu Chen opened his eyes wide, and then closed them hard, only to feel better, "Is it very red?"

"It's very popular, I'm looking for paper..." Zhang Yang frantically flipped through the bag. From childhood to adulthood, Mu Chen has always easily aroused his sympathy and desire for protection. You will immediately soften your heart.

He found a pack of wet wipes, took out one and handed it to Mu Chen: "You are also dedicating yourself to art..."

Mu Chen put the wipes on his eyes, raised his head and grinned.Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, he had never seen such a pure and clean smile.

"The harvest is great, and the sacrifice is worth it."

Zhang Yang was a little helpless: "Devotion, who knows if people want your body for art - let's go eat, I found an open-air restaurant nearby just now."

"Ah."

The open-air restaurant Zhang Yang mentioned is near the seaside. Although Mu Chen didn't want it to be luxurious, its simplicity is beyond Mu Chen's imagination.The kitchen is a dilapidated "small house" that was remodeled from shipping containers. A hole was opened on one side of the "small house", and a circle of tables and chairs were placed outside, and there were two tables with people sitting around it.

Although it is very simple, you can see the elegant taste of the owner.

The tables and chairs outside the "Little House" are very delicate and elegant, and the owner has placed flowers on the tables. Although the sun umbrellas have been faded by the sun, they are also very beautiful, and the "Coca-Cola" logo is no longer printed on them.

There are two white bicycles next to the container, one upright and the other upside down. Although they are very old, they can be seen in their original state and are very delicate.A spider plant was planted in the basket with ulterior motives, and white buds were spitting out.

The shipping container was painted in a navy blue and white style, with a purple word painted on the side, as if a child had scribbled it on with a big brush.The dark green creepers are all over this "wall", and the stems of the creepers are exposed where there are no leaves, thin and persistent.Although dilapidated, it looks neither mainstream nor down-to-earth.

Mu Chen looked around, twirling a chopstick in his hand: "Look, do you know that word?"

Zhang Yang was busy ordering food, raised his head to take a look, and the long words aroused his troubles again.

Anyway, think about it carefully, and work harder on English recently...

"I don't know." Zhang Yang replied shortly, then lowered his head again.

"The attitude is so bad," Mu Chen smiled, "I'll read it to you——Unspeakable, meaning that can't be said."

Zhang Yang raised his head: "Remember. Uh--he's so mean."

"Oh, you're so annoying, what a spoiler," Mu Chen laughed out of breath, "Talk about yourself."

Zhang Yang also laughed, and snapped his fingers: "Boss, please order some food!"

To Zhang Yang's surprise, the boss is an old lady with a kind face.Such a non-mainstream decoration seems to be difficult to come from Yi Ren.Zhang Yang immediately thought of Feng Qiyun, the owner of "Good Restaurant" in Guatemala...

What came up were some simple side dishes, which couldn't be more homely.Mu Chen got excited chatting with this old lady, and found out that she is an art lover and likes to paint Chinese paintings. This small shop was opened by him and her husband, but her husband passed away two years ago.

"I've never seen a boy like you," the grandmother was very happy. "Children as old as you usually play games at home, and my grandson does. I really envy your parents. They are very relieved. With you so A good boy..."

"It's okay." Mu Chen smiled with some difficulty. If he had to find a "family member", was he Mu Shaonong?But he never cared about his own life, not even life and death.

The old lady got up very quickly: "Okay, you guys eat, I'll go and see that pot of beef..."

Mu Chen took the cup and drool, his eyes suddenly widened: "What are you doing?"

"Oh?" Zhang Yang, who had been silent all this time, raised his head, pointed at the peppercorns on the table with his chopsticks with a smile, "Aren't you unwilling to eat peppercorns? I can eat it with big mouthfuls."

Mu Chen looked at Zhang Yang who was still persistently pawing at the potato shreds, his nose suddenly felt a little sore, no one cared about him like this before.This small warmth is slowly melting away the ice in his heart.

Contempt for this world, hatred for some people, confusion for this world.All these imprisoned his heart, like a layer of ice, unbreakable.

Mu Chen once thought that he was very strong, and this layer of ice would never be broken.Although they are all negative things, after all, they are the motivation to support Mu Chen to live proudly.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang broke it easily.This sunny, innocent, careful, and occasionally childish boy turned out to be not simple.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Mu Chen stunned, Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes.

"Ah, it's okay."

Zhang Yang smiled and said: "I found that you are getting more and more beautiful, especially after wearing a hat..."

Mu Chen was quite surprised: "Delicate? How can I be so handsome?"

"Really, after wearing the hat, your face looks smaller and more delicate," Zhang Yang said, "Sometimes I want to go behind you to see if there is a ponytail behind the hat..."

"Fool." Mu Chen also smiled, and took off his peaked cap.

The grandmother brought two cups of coffee: "Drink some coffee, this is authentic, my husband brought it from abroad before."

Mu Chen said thank you and took it.He took a small spoon and stirred it gently in the coffee cup: "Do you know why that kid on the bus looked at me?"

"……do not know."

The corner of Mu Chen's mouth twitched, but he seemed a little helpless.As usual, he said slowly: "Have you ever heard that children and puppies can see everything that is not clean?"

"Oh?" Zhang Yang was a little surprised, "For example?"

"Ghost," Mu Chen said shortly, after thinking for a while, pointing to his chest, he added, "Including the filth of humans here."

Zhang Yang was really shocked this time: "Are you filthy? If you are filthy, who would be clean... Or - are you a ghost?"

Mu Chen's eyes were as calm as water: "Hatred. Hatred can turn an angel into a devil."

"Who do you hate?" Zhang Yang regretted it after finishing speaking, who else could he hate, Mu Shaonong.

"You know. But he's not the only one. I'll tell you slowly in the future."

"Well, I've grown up."

Mu Chen didn't answer this question, but went on: "Anyone or anything who has hatred is not a pure person. If hatred is added to freedom, it is not pure freedom."

Zhang Yang seems to understand but not understand.

Mu Chen went on to say: "Look at those humans who were captured in the war, they think the enemy is cruel and want to be free. But at the same time they hate the enemy. If possible, they will let the enemy suffer what they have suffered. Their freedom It’s not pure, because there is hatred in it. One day their purpose will be achieved, but at that time, they have become another batch of brutal people.”

Zhang Yang nodded: "I seem to understand..."

"So you are cleaner than me." Mu Chen said.

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