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Jiang Xi found that he could indeed face Pei Chongyuan calmly now, and that kind of calmness did not seem to be facing strangers, because they were indeed familiar with each other before, but there would be no special waves, there would be some Impatient emotions, but also some irritation.

no love.

When he found that he could coldly regard Pei Chongyuan as one of the countless customers who patronized the bar, he found that he really had no love for Pei Chongyuan anymore.

Good.

After Jiang Xi came home at night, he nestled on the sofa watching a movie with Tail, and inexplicably opened "Purple Rose of Cairo".

He has watched this movie no less than three times. At the end of the movie, on the black and white screen, the man sang "I seem to have found the happiness I was after".

I seem to have found the happiness I was looking for.

There is no such thing.

The happiness he once thought was just an illusion. He admitted that someone would always have it, but at least it didn't happen to him.

After eleven o'clock, the movie ended, and Jiang Xi thought about going to bed before the quarrel started upstairs.

He simply took a shower, and when he came out, Tail had already fallen asleep, lightly turned off the light in the living room, and went back to the bedroom.

The phone was plugged into the table next to the bed to charge. His hair hadn't even been dried yet. He leaned on the bed and took the phone to see if anyone had looked for him.

Over the past few years, Jiang Xi's social circle has become narrower and narrower. There is no number saved in the address book. Except for spam sales, there are only Qin Song and Tong Ye in the call records.

Oh yes, there was also a call from Pei Chongyuan last month.

There are not many friends on WeChat, and things like buying goods in the store are handed over to Qin Song, and he doesn't need to contact him for anything.

Jiang Xi sometimes felt that he was quite incompetent as the boss, but Qin Song said: "Brother Xi, don't say that, if it weren't for you, I might still be performing under the overpass."

It is a bit exaggerated to say that it is a show under the flyover.

The two of them met in the summer of 2012. Jiang Xi, who had just graduated from university, walked to the hospital to see Kong Xun, and saw Qin Song standing there playing guitar and singing in an underground passage of a certain road.

At that time, Qin Song sang Li Zongsheng's "Song for Myself".

Love is just a high fever, longing is the cough that will never get better.

Standing there, Jiang Xi was fascinated, not because Qin Song sang so well, but because every word and every sentence made him follow the song back to himself in the past few years.

When he returned from the hospital that day, he purposely turned back the same way. It was already dark, and Qin Song was still in the underground passage.

A light gray T-shirt and jeans with frayed cuffs.

It is hot, even at night the temperature is not low.

Qin Song sat on the ground with a newspaper, rolled up the sleeves of his short-sleeved T-shirt, and when he got closer, he could see the sweat on his body.

When Jiang Xi passed by, he was sitting there counting the change in the piano bag and eating bread.

A little downcast, and a little free and easy.

Qin Song saw Jiang Xi, raised his head and smiled at him.

The two sat side by side, Jiang Xi didn't speak, and Qin Song just ate bread.

Later, after Qin Song finished eating, he tilted his head and asked him, "Handsome guy, what's your request?"

Jiang Xi smiled, completely amused by his words.

Then the two met, and Jiang Xi knew that Qin Song was supposed to be his junior, a freshman student at the Conservatory of Music, but because he came out of the closet with his family recklessly, he immediately severed the relationship, both active and passive.

He severed ties with his family, and dropped out of school by the way.

When Qin Song said this, his tone was calm and breezy, exactly the same as when Jiang Xi later told Tong Ye that he had a time with Pei Chongyuan.

At that time, Jiang Xi had just agreed to Kong Xun to take over the bar, but he had no experience in these things, and he didn't want to master them at all, so he took a gamble with himself and asked this new acquaintance if he would come to help.

This help is several years.

Facts have proved that Jiang Xi once met people who were not good, and was not allowed to know people, but later, he developed a sharp eye.

Qin Song managed the bar quite well.

Sitting on the bed, Jiang Xi flipped through WeChat and confirmed that Qin Song hadn't sent any "instructions" or "requests" tonight, and was about to turn the volume down to sleep.

After all the software had been logged out, he glanced at the text message.

When we were in school, we used to send text messages on a monthly subscription basis, and we could send 200 text messages every month for how much we paid.

Probably from the third or fourth year of junior high school, WeChat was born, let alone text messages, and everyone didn't even use QQ very much.

Over the past few years, text messages seem to have become a trash can full of all kinds of useless information, and few people will click on him again.

Jiang Xi's finger hesitated for a while on the blue icon of the text message, and finally clicked on it.

I don't know how many unread messages there are, most of them are all kinds of innocuous notifications, but among these notifications, there is an 11-digit message hidden, which is obviously not a spam message.

[Xiaoxi, I dare not call you rashly, can we talk? 】

This message was sent this morning, around six o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Xi recalled that he should have been waiting for the coffee to be ready at that time.

Just when he was about to delete, another text message came in.

[Small interest, I heard that Kong Xun passed away. 】

Jiang Xi looked out the window.

He forgot to close the curtains just now, and now from this angle, the road outside is pitifully empty.

I don't know who the rows of orange street lights are illuminating the way forward.

Those lonely ghosts?

Pei Chongyuan's text message reminded him of Kong Xun again.

Indeed, some people suddenly left at a certain point in time, but nothing can deny that he has lived.

From the last winter to this winter, for nearly a year, Kong Xun lay there, he was used to being lively, and he probably also felt lonely for a long time.

Jiang Xi didn't reply to Pei Chongyuan immediately, but put down his phone and got off the bed again.

He went to the study and found a dusty box from the depths of the cabinet.

This box was found in the store after he formally took over Subway the year he graduated from university, and it contained Kong Xun's "collection".

Photographs, guitar picks, broken strings.

a lot of things.

He once took him to the hospital to Kong Xun, Kong Xun said with a smile: "It's useless, throw it away."

He said: "I'm already like this, what's the use of these memories? I just want to look forward and write some new stories and new memories."

But Jiang Xi didn't throw it away, but took it back and put it away. He originally planned to wait for Kong Xun to be discharged from the hospital before returning it to him.

As a result, I didn't wait until that day.

This box has been kept here for a long time, and Jiang Xi would have forgotten it—if Pei Chongyuan hadn't contacted him suddenly.

There was only one photo in the box, some faded.

The photos showed Kong Xun and Pei Chongyuan, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old.

At that time, they stood on the green lawn, put their school uniforms on their shoulders in an unruly manner, and smiled proudly and arrogantly.

Those were people Jiang Xi had never seen before.

It turned out that they were also sunny and innocent.

Jiang Xi walked out of the study with this photo, went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, then returned to the bedroom, and sent a text message to Pei Chongyuan.

[Ten o'clock tomorrow morning. 】

Jiang Xi made an appointment with Pei Chongyuan in a coffee shop not too far from his bar. He didn't want Pei Chongyuan to go to his shop, as if deliberately drawing a line.

When Jiang Xi opened the door and entered, Pei Chongyuan had been waiting there for a long time, whenever someone entered the door, he would raise his head nervously to see if it was Jiang Xi.

"morning."

After Jiang Xi arrived, Pei Chongyuan got up and said this to him.

Jiang Xi sneered: "It's quite early."

He sat down and ordered a cup of coffee.

Pei Chongyuan looked at him carefully, from head to toe.

Since he came back, he has approached Jiang Xi several times, but not every time he formally met with him. There were a few times when he stood looking at him from a distance like a voyeur.

He is more upright, fiercer, and more like a mature and responsible man.

Pei Chongyuan finally admitted that during these days of his absence, his long-legged boy no longer needed him.

I don't need him, I don't need his love, I don't need his sweet words to make sure that I am really loved and needed.

It is no exaggeration to call this feeling "heartbroken". Sometimes Pei Chongyuan even dared not step forward, feeling that he would have no face to stand in front of Jiang Xi.

In the past, he always took the lead in the relationship between the two of them, but now the feng shui has finally turned.

He began to feel ashamed in front of Jiang Xi.

Jiang Xi knew that Pei Chongyuan was looking at him.

If it was three years ago, when he was struggling with life, he would definitely not be able to bear such stares, and would become angry and fight with Pei Chongyuan.

But not now.

Look, no matter how you look at it, Lao Tzu is alive and well, without flaws.

Jiang Xi looked directly at him calmly, just like looking directly at every unimportant person in his life.

"One of Kong Xun's relics." Jiang Xi put the photo on the table and pushed it in front of Pei Chongyuan. "There are other relics, but they have nothing to do with you."

Pei Chongyuan looked down at the photo and frowned.

"We did it in high school."

"I'm not interested." Jiang Xi said, "I just give you this photo, and more."

He took out the pad on the table and wrote an address on it: "Kong Xun's cemetery, you can visit him."

Pei Chongyuan looked at the row of words, was in a daze for a moment, covered his eyes, and clenched his teeth.

"Kong Xun said that those who do evil will be punished." Jiang Xi looked at Pei Chongyuan and took a sip of coffee, "But I don't think he will."

Pei Chongyuan didn't speak, but held the note tightly.

"He didn't have a suicide note or a last wish. Maybe he didn't expect that he would really die like that in the end." Jiang Xi put down his glass and said to Pei Chongyuan, "Probably he left with full of regrets."

"Small interest..."

"Brother Pei." Jiang Xi smiled, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, but indifferent eyes, "I still call you Brother Pei to save face. It's been another three years, no matter what the story is It's time to turn the page, I don't have you in my heart."

Jiang Xi stood up, took out 100 yuan from his wallet, and pressed it under the cup: "I'll buy coffee, you can sit as long as you like, when you go to see your elder brother, remember to buy him a bouquet of flowers, Don't let him think that your brother is really heartless."