REMIX

Xia Jie hadn't come back from the store when I got home.As usual, I went to the door and tore off the reminder note for utility bills that was pasted on the door. After entering the house, I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.After a head-to-toe shower of refreshing cold water, he went to the kitchen, turned on the radio on the table, and started cooking.

There was unfinished rice from the last meal in the refrigerator. I searched the upper and lower floors to find half a box of bean paste and a green onion in the corner. I mixed it with only a small bowl of meat sauce and made two unauthentic dishes. mapo tofu.One was left on the table and one was eaten by oneself.

When I eat by myself, I always eat too fast. It is supposed that no one is paying attention, no one is observing, and I don’t need to care about the appearance and etiquette of eating, but I still feel the emptiness in my stomach turning into a stagnation.

I pressed the reminder note torn from the door on the table with a water glass, and the number drawn with a red pen on it was soaked by the water. I thought about it, and I don’t know how the three or four digits in this area changed. Become an invisible rock, crushing our thin life for a lifetime.

Maybe I should plan how to spend a pleasant vacation scientifically, think about when to go to countless class reunions, whether to buy a mobile phone, change clothes, and worry about how to show my charm in front of beautiful girls .But I was thinking about money.

I am surrounded by a sense of crisis full of shadows. I always live against my will and shrink back. Every night when I close my eyes when I go to bed, I remember that the only thing I worry about is money.

Why can't I go out for a trip, why do I still have to think about working, why can't I shut myself in an air-conditioned room and play computer games at this time, why can't I snatch things that my mother likes but dare not buy and stuff them into her hands.

Why so poor.

The rice on the table was cold, so I covered it with a plastic wrap.I touched the legs of the table, and then I realized how quiet the room was, and the twilight was outside the window, and it was time to turn on the lights at home.

I thought about it and still didn't open it, so I put on my clothes and went out.

But I can no more feel sorry for myself than I can stand still.

At this time, the bar has not yet started to take seats. I opened the door and went in and saw few people. It was different from the warm and coquettish look I saw when I came in for the first time. On the contrary, the square space was softened by light coffee-colored lights. Shrouded, the layout is very grand, without deliberately exaggerating the artistic atmosphere. The whole floor in the center is different from the ordinary wooden floor, with graffiti similar to burn marks on it.The fat man played a disc, which was a rather rare vinyl record, with a dreamy jazz female voice.

The surface of the bar was matte with a metallic texture. He sat in it and flipped through magazines. The wine glasses in the cabinet next to him neatly reflected the light.Looking closer, I found that this person is not fat, but overly thick. This body type is still a little different from fat, and his back is like a wall.

He recognized me immediately and greeted me, "Here we go again."

I sat down on the high chair by the bar and got a glass of cold water with ice cubes before I could even open my mouth. I wanted to find a suitable entry point for the next conversation, but after much deliberation I finally said Doubts lingering in my mind. "Actually, I've been to one of your performances. I don't know whether you are singing or running a bar."

He closed the book calmly, and replied after a while, "It's just a bar now."

I blinked at him.

"That was my last show, and the band disbanded after that." He said lightly, walking past my eyes, aiming for a lonely cup at the end of the long bar.He weighed it in his hand and wiped it repeatedly with a cloth covered with a layer of fluff. He has big hands and is a rough northern man. The movements performed by him are indescribably delicate, which makes people feel I think what he said next should be euphemistic.

"If you keep singing, you won't be able to survive." He said with a smile.Put the cleaned cups in the empty space of the cabinet.

"why?"

"Hey! Why should I explain this to you?" He pretended to have a chin and pointed at me, "Do you want to come to work?"

"Yeah." I took a sip of ice water and nodded, "I'm short of money. Is it okay to pay weekly."

He looked at me suspiciously, "How poor are you? How old are you, you dare to work in a bar before you are eighteen?"

I said seriously, "Poor. If you don't tell me, no one will know that I'm not here."

"What kind of place do you think my place is?" He smirked, stretched out his hand across the bar to me, "My name is He Gu, the He Gu of 'what's the reason', everyone calls me Fatty He, you can..."

"Oh, Fatty He, my name is Xia——"

"You're going to call me Boss He!" He was very angry at my obedience.

Maybe it’s because of his good-looking and funny personality. I have a good impression of Boss He. Since I was a child, I’ve been used to dealing with people who are older than me. Most of them have a good temperament and mature , Generosity, righteousness, does not rule out the existence of social scum, I am still willing to learn something from them.

After negotiating the salary with Boss He, the two of us chatted about other things, such as about his band.He told me that he formed a band since college, from being unable to get on the stage to being a little famous, a group of old friends experienced all kinds of ups and downs, and finally became a regret.

"Is it because of poverty?" I asked him.

"So vulgar." He looked at me contemptuously, "Because dreams have to compromise with reality after all."

"...Isn't that because of poverty?"

"Is it only for one reason," he said, "You are a brat and you haven't reached my age, you can't do anything in your twenties, let alone a garage, you don't even have a date..."

I suppressed a smile, "No one forced you to compromise, you gave it up yourself."

"You know me." He refused to continue this topic with me, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, and suddenly asked me, do you smoke?

I hesitated and shook my head.