casual and fun

Walk with backbone, pretend to be deadly.

At 10:30 in the evening, Yang Sile still chose to go back to school to pick up his schoolbag, otherwise he wouldn't be able to do his weekend homework.As soon as his weekend homework is finished, Chen Nan has to finish it too.

For the good brother, endure the calm for a while, and take a step back to broaden the sea and the sky.

At this point, the Qinfang Street outside the school is basically not popular, and the shops usually close at seven or eight o'clock.On a whim, Yang Sile left the school gate and turned right downhill, planning to cross Qinfang Street to the previous bus stop and take another detour back home.

The neon signboards on the dark Qinfang Street made people's eyes hurt. As Yang Sile walked, he suddenly had a whim.

Take out your phone, click on WeChat, and poke into the dialog box "Then think about the name of the band (4)"——

Drummer: Isn’t there a famous bar street near Linjiang Bridge? Let’s try to find a bar to sing in during the summer vacation?

Non-mainstream lead singer: Minors think too much.

Half-baked drummer: There is a chance to try, but not to lose a piece of meat.

Non-mainstream lead singer: The junior high school will have a holiday on July 7th.

Half-drummer: ...Almost forgot that you are a class above us.

Bess: The teacher asked me to participate in the final project presentation, and I was not free the first week.

It's the first time Yang Sile heard about it: Final works exhibition?

Non-mainstream lead singer: A shameless activity that forces you to realize how far you are from the previous few in your grade.

Chen Nan suddenly appeared.

Begging to bring a flying guitarist: a stinky brother activity that doesn't let you take a vacation immediately after the exam.

Yang Sile typed with one hand: What is the top grade?

Asking to bring a flying guitarist: It is said that all students are welcome to sign up, but in fact the awarding teachers are all watching from the audience, and those who dare to sign up are the few top students who are willing to be taught by a group of big bosses on the spot.

Begging to bring a flying guitarist: There is no connotation for what you mean, Captain.

Yang Sile doesn't care: What is the award?

Begging to bring Flying Guitarist: best performance, best track, a bunch of messy 8000 cash each.

Half-baked drummer: The school is rich.How to sign up?

Non-mainstream lead singer: ...Calm down.

Half-baked drummer: I'll just ask.

bass: [file]

Half-drummer: Got it, I'll fill it out and try it out.

Begging to bring flying guitarist: what did you eat tonight?

Half-baked drummer: After the final exam, there will be activities on the third day. What are we doing in school for the two days in between?

Non-mainstream lead singer: half an apple and a box of sugar-free yogurt.

Asking to bring a flying guitarist: As expected of a ballet dancer, awesome!

Half-baked drummer: If you win 8000, you can use it as a fund for the band's activities.

Begging to bring a flying guitarist: Haha, good night everyone!

Half-baked drummer: ...?

After 3 minutes of silence, Lin Li finally said something serious to him: "Yang Sile, ideals and ignorance are sometimes synonymous."

At eleven o'clock, after Shi Nian finished practicing the tune, he came down from the second floor sleepily. Before he opened the glass door of the piano room, he saw the back of Yang Sile who was sitting on the sill in a daze.

So I have already remembered, even his back clearly, Shi Nian thought.

"What are you looking at there?" The owner of the piano room shook the water from his hand after using the bathroom, and greeted him familiarly, "I practiced late enough today, so go home."

"Hmm." Shi Nian pointed to Yang Sile and asked the boss, "How long has that man been sitting there?"

The boss bent down and looked in the direction of his finger: "It's been at least a quarter of an hour, and it's still there."

He sat behind the counter and smoked a cigarette, but did not light it: "You guys know each other? Classmates?"

Shi Nian paused, shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Anyway, I'm an alumnus. It's so late, why don't you persuade me." The boss smiled vicissitudes, "It's almost the end of the term, and it's not easy. Yesterday a little brother came to my store and cried all afternoon, playing the violin while crying, getting more and more It's not good to cry more and more, alas, it's a sin."

Shi Nian felt a sense of inexplicable responsibility when he was told by the boss: "Really?"

"Yeah. I don't know if something bad happened."

Shi Nian hesitated to look out of the glass again, but within 2 minutes, Yang Sile was no longer under the street lamp.

As if he was still under Xie Chen's hypnosis, he felt a little annoyed that Yang Sile quietly left his sight again.

"...Uncle, I'm leaving first!" He pushed open the door of the piano room, looked around with the cello on his back.

Yang Sile was more than ten meters away, kicking a small stone while walking towards the road.Shi Nian struggled for a few seconds, but decided to follow.

Follow along, oh well, there is a big problem.

I don't know if Yang Sile's anti-reconnaissance consciousness is too strong, or he is just so boring.Along the short 500-meter street, he stopped at the door of a piano room one after another, studied the charging standard for 5 minutes, and miraculously took out a corn sausage from his schoolbag, fed two wild cats, and knocked on them again. Section air drum kit.

In the end, probably because of his interest, he also opened the bamboo flute box, and used the bamboo flute to play a bad song "Learning to Meow" to the two orange cats.

It was probably a freshly compiled score, but the beginning stuttered. The two cats were startled, and hurriedly gnawed on the corn sausage like pigs.

Shi Nian had to hug his cello temporarily, and hid bitterly behind the light sign of another store, listening to him "meow meow meow meow together" while holding back a smile.

Yang Sile was blowing vigorously when the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated suddenly.

When Cen Wanping came home from overtime work, she didn't see anyone, so she asked him if he was staying overnight at a classmate's house.

Yang Sile held the bamboo flute and deliberately teased her: "Yes, I'm at Niannian's house."

Shi Nian was startled: My family?I do not know how? !

Yang Sile replied to Cen Wanping's words: "I have grown taller every year, but now I am a little shorter than me, let's go to my ears."

Shi Nian: ...you wait, I will grow again.

Yang Sile put the flute back into the protective box: "Well, it's still so white, as white as the little snowman I made in Harbin last year."

Shi Nian looked down at his arm: ah, it's just normal white, it's not that bad.

Yang Sile: "The cello he learns is not in the same building as me, so we can't usually see it."

Shi Nian's slander: Mingming sees her two or three times a week recently.

Yang Sile reached out and rubbed the top of the cat's head, and said with a smile, "I lied to you just now, I'm at the school gate, I'll be right back."

"What a joke. There is no Shi Nian. I can't speak a word to him now. I went to his house to spend the night when I was crazy."

Cen Wanping complained: "It's nothing, why are you joking with me like this, I thought you two got back together."

Yang Sile quickly changed the subject, hung up the phone after a few vague words.The moment the signal was cut off, the smile on his face also disappeared.

He stood still for a while, then took out his water glass from his schoolbag with his backhand, poured some pure water into the bag of corn sausage, and pinched it with his fingertips to signal the two cats to drink.The cats are very affectionate, rolling up their little pink tongues and licking them quickly.

Yang Sile rested his chin on his knees, quietly watching them put their ears together at their feet, just like him and Shi Nian who used to take a nap head-to-head.

"Lin Li was wrong."

"Ideals and ignorance are still different. The former makes people live in pain, while the latter makes people live in pain without knowing it."

When Shi Nian was about to squat until his legs became numb, he suddenly heard Yang Sile say something inexplicable to the wild cat.

"If my dad was by my side, he would explain it like this, right? I made it up."

Yang Sile zipped up his schoolbag, stood up on his knees, and waved to the two cats: "Thank you two for comforting me, I'll bring something delicious next time, bye."

The buses after eleven o'clock came quite on time. When he got on the bus that had to make a few more detours, the number on the lock screen of his phone jumped to 23:15.

He found a seat by the window, put on his earphones, and the music player happened to be playing Purple Ring's "A Hundred Years of Love" - ​​"Your smile is blooming like a rose/Your eyes are like a beautiful sea".

"Your love is like a fiery being/Your heart is as white as a flower".

The few passengers who had just waited for the bus all got on the bus, and there was only one boy who had just arrived on the platform standing alone in front of the advertising light board, waiting without a trace of waiting.

Yang Sile seemed to have sensed it, and turned to look at the platform through the closed car window.With the cello on his back, Shi Nian looked back at him heavily against the light.

"I endure".

"The Rose Blooms / The Rose Falls Again".

"I endure the beautiful sea swallowing my love".

The two of them stared quietly, and at this moment, they both felt the unique, untraceable, and unremarkable melancholy that is unique to teenagers.

But that's still melancholy.

Yang Sile cut the song, and the bus drove out of the platform.

Shi Nian looked down at the shadow in front of him, and thought a little dejectedly: They might have been more than just classmates before.

It is a very good friend, a completely different friend, a friend who runs counter to each other.