repeat students

When Jian Zixing found Zhong Chen, Zhong Chen was squatting on the steps of the convenience store.Hugging his head and knees, trying to curl up, weak and helpless and pitiful.

Without further ado, Jian Zixing took a deep breath to relieve his confusion.

"Hello." He walked over and kicked the shoe that belonged to him, "Why did you come to Xicheng District? Didn't you get the money tonight? Are you hungry after eating so much barbecue? Why do you dare to come to the convenience store if you don't have money? thing?"

Zhong Chen raised his head with an unbelievable expression on his face, "Are you a hundred thousand why?"

"I am. And you are the reward for human delusion." Jian Zixing said blankly, walked into the convenience store, and pointed out through the glass door, "Sorry, I'm here to redeem this mental illness."

The little girl behind the counter was silent for a while, "Eight yuan and five."

Jian Zixing showed the payment code, and couldn't help but look at him more when the other party scanned the code.

The height is no more than 1.6 meters, the weight is estimated to be no more than [-], and it is a little girl.

It's reasonable, after all, the set of fighting and binding can't be done to a little girl.

Jian Zixing sighed.

The phone in his trouser pocket vibrated.

-Pull: Boss, where are you?

"It's broken." Jian Zixing frowned, and typed a reply: Sorry, I left in a hurry.

- pull: . . .You can't play me like this, you can't stop treating people as people at [-] a night.

-Jian Zixing: I'm really sorry, why don't I give you an extra twenty today to round it up.

-Pull: No need.

"He still has a big temper."

Jian Zixing picked up his mobile phone and walked out of the convenience store. Zhong Chen just put away his mobile phone and sighed, "I'm out of ammunition and food."

"Why doesn't your mother give you money?" Jian Zixing asked.

"Competing with me." Zhong Chen said, "The hero is sad for his mother, don't mention it."

Right.

"Then go back." Jian Zixing said and walked to the side of the road.Just as he raised his hand to stop the car, Zhong Chen grabbed his elbow.

"Huh?" He looked up.

"It's so far away from the school, everyone is here." Zhong Chen blinked, "I'll take you to a fun place, and I will reward you for treating me to a barbecue today."

Jian Zixing was silent, "Didn't you come from another place to repeat the study?"

Zhong Chen: "Outsiders can't play? Discriminate against outsiders?"

"It doesn't mean that." Jian Zixing waved his hand, "I just think you are poor and a foreigner."

Zhong Chen: "..."

The old city is very quiet at night, every family is sleeping, and there are two slender shadows under the street lamps.

After walking for a while, Jian Zixing stopped and turned to look at one of the residential buildings.

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Chen looked over there.

Jian Zixing paused, and explained selectively: "I lived here when I was young."

"Really?" The eyes of the person on the opposite side lit up, and he was suddenly a little excited. He raised his hand to draw the building area, "Is this right here? Hongqi Community?"

"Hmm." Jian Zixing nodded.

Zhong Chen took off on the spot, raised his arms to make a dunk move, and landed gracefully.

"Then you might know where I'm going to lead you!" He jumped up excitedly, like a happy child, and got into the complex of buildings in two or three steps.

Jian Zixing had to quicken his pace to follow.

In fact, he is very familiar with everything in this community, seeing Zhong Chen go around his building, run two steps inside, and then turn to the front of an old building that is dusty during the day.

Jian Zixing suddenly felt a bad premonition.

——The first floor of the blockiest unit in the old building is a shop, the windows are nailed to the ground, and there are no signs for sale. His father told him since he was a child that people can eat people there, and those who go in there are not good things.

"Come on, Paige." Zhong Chen stopped at the door of the cannibal shop and waved at him.

Jian Zixing: "...Refused."

"What are you refusing?" Zhong Chen hooked the door of the unit open with his foot, and blew a whistle to turn on the corridor lights, "Come on, it's not dark."

"Again, I'm not afraid of the dark." Jian Zixing walked through the gap where he opened the door expressionlessly.

The store door is also made of wood, hiding under the stairs leading to the second floor. There is also a small wooden table in front of the door, with a plate of melon seed skins and a huge lollipop base filled with "true sticks".

Zhong Chen put his hand on the base of the lollipop, and when he broke it clockwise, the wooden door slowly slid open to the side.

"Open Sesame!" Zhong Chen said with a smile.

Jian Zixing was a little surprised.

It's a bit of a mystery, though.He carefully looked at the track exposed after the door was opened, and it turned out to be electrified.

At the moment of stepping into the threshold, all the messy thoughts are gone.

Residential houses of seventy to eighty square meters have all been opened except for the main load-bearing wall, and are filled with small square wooden tables, where people sit crowded together.

At one end of the house is a whole wall of wine cabinets, filled with beer and liquor.The floor in front is raised like a small stage, and there are still guitars and drum kits on it, but it seems that the dust has not been used for at least two months.

This turned out to be a bar hidden deep in a residential building in the old city. It doesn't sell foreign alcohol, and there are no bartenders. The people who come to patronize it are middle-aged people who live nearby. Empty face, hiding here at night to pant wildly.

Noisy, talking about the family's gossip.

"Chenchen is here, I haven't seen you for a long time." The boss said, picked up a bottle of beer and threw it at him. Zhongchen reached out to catch it, smiling: "I'll bring my classmates."

"What kind of bar do kids come to?" The aunt next to her turned her head and stared.

Jian Zixing suspected that he saw his childhood neighbor on the other side of the diagonal, so he quickly turned his back and sat down with Zhong Chen at a small round table next to the "stage".

Zhong Chen pushed open the cap of the beer bottle with his thumb, took two more bottles from the wine cabinet next to him, and handed the opened bottle to him, "Your."

"..." Jian Zixing paused, "Drinking here doesn't cost money?"

"Are you dreaming?" Zhong Chen looked at him, "Where does it say Charity Bar?"

Jian Zixing narrowed his eyes dangerously when he heard the words, "But you have no money."

"That's why I brought you here for consumption." Zhong Chen was shaking with joy, opened another bottle of beer, and poured it with his head raised.Adam's apple swam up and down, gurgling, as if a water pump was installed in his throat.

Jian Zixing gritted his teeth with hatred, picked up his own bottle and took a sip.

The room was full of voices, parents gossiping, children and old people, celebrities gossiping, like a huge gossip kaleidoscope.

Zhong Chen didn't say a word, he looked at the people in the room with a smile, and after drinking a bottle of beer, he said with a smile: "I don't want to drink you for nothing, I'll put on a show for you."

"Should I report the name of the dish?" Jian Zixing was unmoved.

Zhong Chen raised his eyebrows, and there was a youthful look between his eyebrows, "Look!"

He said, propping up the stool with his hands and jumping out with his long legs, rushed onto the stage in two steps, and picked up the ashes-eating guitar casually.

"Not plugged in!" The boss shouted back in his busy schedule.

Zhong Chen was very proficient. With his buttocks pouted, he poked a few times near the wiring near the corner, and then strummed the strings, and the melancholy sound of the electric guitar sounded immediately. The crowd cheered vigorously, and some people applauded.

"Hey, hello." Zhong Chen pulled the microphone over, hooked up a dusty high stool with his toes, sat on it, stepped on the stool scale with one foot, and the other foot wearing Jian Zixing's shoes hung on the ground.

"The handsome guy Chenchen decided to play and sing a song for his dear tablemate Page."

Someone looked this way, Jian Zixing was a little embarrassed, turned his back, and only faced the guy on the stage.

In Zhong Chen's hand was a brown electric guitar. Although it was plugged in, it exuded an antique charm.

He plucked a few chords to test the sound, and when he was done, he pulled the microphone to his mouth and said, "This is an old-fashioned song. I hope Page can be happy every day, and continue to roll his eyes."

Before Jian Zixing had time to roll his eyes at him, the guitar sound suddenly played, deep and high-pitched, like the first sip of liquor at a barbecue restaurant at night, mixed with numbness and strong.

"Nothing, can, stop—"

Zhong Chen approached the microphone with his face sideways, his eyelashes drooping, and he sang while playing, "Your yearning for freedom—a life of unconstrained style and unconstrained style, your heart has no worries—"

"Through the dark years—I also felt lost—"

"The moment you lowered your head——then you realized the path under your feet—"

When he sang, the magnetism in his voice burst out completely, but it was more youthful than the hoarseness of the original singing, like white wine mixed with fruit juice, with a detached transparency.

There were cheers one after another from the crowd, but Jian Zixing didn't say anything, just sat in the dark and stared at the side face in a daze.

For some reason, the little crab in front of the ICU bed suddenly appeared in his mind, and the administrative building late at night, Zhong Chen was squatting next to the potted plant and his eyes were red while he was gobbling.

The two unconnected images suddenly intertwined, recurring in my mind.

"The free world in my heart - so clear and lofty..."

"Blooming and never fading—the blue lotus—"

Jian Zixing picked up the beer lightly, downed the remaining half bottle in one go, took a deep breath, and continued to stare at the people on the stage.

After Zhong Chen sang a few passages in a loop, his hand suddenly stopped.

The sound of the electric guitar disappeared unexpectedly, and the room was quiet for a moment. He held the microphone closer with his palm and said, "The following song has no words. Play it for fun, and give it to Page, who is not afraid of the dark."

After the words fell, he pressed the string again.This time it is a completely different melody. The boiling chords keep pushing the atmosphere up, and when it reaches the extreme, it suddenly loosens up. The afternoon nursery rhyme plucks the melody.

Very Zhongchen, it seems that this melody will be as lazy as that person.

Jian Zixing was stunned for a moment, feeling amazed, but also subtly familiar.

After thinking about it for a long time, I suddenly remembered the whistle played by someone in the dark corridor during the "ghost hunting" in the administrative building.

"Thank you, thank you everyone, thank you dear Paige for supporting the handsome Chenchen." After Zhongchen finished playing the guitar, he turned around and bowed very immodestly, then jumped down, and squeezed his buttocks to Jian Zixing's side.

"It sounds good, doesn't it?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at Jian Zixing, "Hey, don't be surprised, don't praise me, I'm used to it, really."

Jian Zixing didn't say a word, watched him open a bottle of beer, but stretched out his hand to hold the mouth of the bottle, leaned back in front of her and took a sip.

"You'll kill yourself." Zhong Chen had no choice but to open another bottle.

"you."

Jian Zixing grabbed the new bottle in his hand, stared at it with black eyes, and asked calmly, "You're not a foreigner, are you?"

Zhong Chen and him looked at each other quietly, and suddenly laughed after a while.

He stretched out his hand to snatch back the wine that Jian Zixing had snatched away, pushed open the bottle cap with his thumb, raised his head and took a sip, smiled and blinked, "Guess."

"Guess you are a local, grew up in this area, and moved to D city for some reason, but you must come back." Jian Zixing said calmly, "You passed the H city electrical engineering college this year, and you will continue to pass it next year. Because there are no other schools in H City."

"Wow." Zhong Chen rubbed the wine bottle with his hand, "The soul of Xueba is burning."

Jian Zixing paused, then lightly kicked his original shoe under the table.

"Unfortunately, I was punished financially by my mother." He curled his lips, "He was originally a young master."

Zhong Chen listened and laughed, and flicked a bottle cap casually, watched it spin a few times in the air, then reached out and snapped it on the table.

"Quan Zhong." Zhong Chen said.

The author has something to say: late at night

The person who was typing on the keyboard turned around a few times, and finally couldn't help but lifted the quilt and sat up

Running barefoot outside the egg nest, banging on the door

In the middle of the night!Stop singing!Roared at the keyboard.

The music in the egg nest stopped.

After a while, the door opened from the inside, and the two eggs came out one after the other.

Flash Dan holds the stolen beer from the refrigerator, and Yan Dan holds the speaker in one hand and popcorn in the other.

This is Egg Nest Late Night Radio.Flashegg spoke calmly, taking a sip of the stolen beer that was typing on the keyboard.

Typing on the keyboard: ...

Pulling the egg and shaking his head ecstatically, he sprinkled popcorn all over the floor while B-Box: Come and join us!verb!Hit times!verb!Hit times!