REMIX

At the beginning of August, I received the admission notice, and when I went to pick it up from school, I took Li Qianlan's back with me and sent it to his home.

The scorching sun of late summer scorched the ground, and I made soft marks on the thin paper in my hand. I avoided the sunlight passing through the shade of the trees, walked into the shady corridor with my head down, and greeted the woman who opened the door. "Hello, Auntie."

"Xiaoxi, come here."

Because it was the weekend, his parents were resting at home, and he was going to learn to play drums in the afternoon, and he was still on his way home after class.His mother asked me to sit down and wait for him for a while, and brought me iced sour plum soup and French fries while talking.

While handing her the admission notice, I sat down and said, Auntie, don't bother.

His father was sitting on the other side of the sofa watching the NBA, and he didn't even bother to look at me, he just waved his hand and said you're welcome.Be like your own home.

I stopped talking and looked out from where I was sitting, the sky outside the balcony was blue and blue.

At a parents' meeting in the second year of junior high school, I met Li Qianlan's mother.She is very thin, with a pale face, and when she accidentally coughs, she will smile shyly, full of a pure feminine gentleness, so I am deeply impressed.

——An ordinary working family, parents are harmonious, father watches football and mother cooks, the two chat or quarrel across the living room; economic conditions are average, not very short of money, but the whole family will sit down on some relatively large expenses Discuss together before making a decision. When traveling on holidays, my mother prepares food and my father is responsible for taking pictures. The days are long and simple, simple and plentiful.

I can't tell what it's like in my heart, blessings are greater than envy, a wonderful irony and peace.

I stumbled and chatted with his mother for a while, and Li Qianlan was slamming on the door outside. He was wearing a cool tank top and shorts, and his hands and feet were slender. Floating muscle contours, closing the door, taking off shoes and taking off a hat all in one go, walked to me and sat down, I pushed him aside, thinking that the place where he was next to me was too hot. "Here's your admission letter."

"Ah."

On the TV, the big dark man was running all over the field with a basketball, and he continued to drink from the cup I took a sip of, his neck was glistening with sweat, and his voice was sweet and greasy from the drink, "Stay for dinner. "

I looked up and met his mother's earnest and kind eyes, and said, "No, I have to work at night."

"Where is it?"

I'm not going to keep it a secret, "'Dawn'."

He said "oh" and touched my leg with his knee, "I'll go play with you next time."

"Fuck," I said, "I don't have time to play with you when I'm working, I really don't, but I have a fat guy over here who's funny, you can play with him."

Li Qianlan also smiled at me, "Okay."

His mother came over to refill the cup of sour plum soup, "I really don't want to stay here for dinner, Xiaoxi."

This unceremonious conversation ended with me taking a box of kimbap made by his mother to work as a part-time job.

Before I left, I checked the time, and I checked it again when I went out. On the way back with the bag in hand, I realized cautiously, clumsily, and dimly that I seemed to have looked at Li Qianlan a few more times today.

The boy's body is really beautiful.

Looks better than the girl in the short skirt by the side of the road.

When we arrived at the bar, Fatty He was not there, leaving only the bartender to watch the business.I greeted him, stuffed a few mouthfuls of food, and then went to clean up the backstage, wiping the wine cabinets, tables and chairs—this is a necessary job every day, and it will not be laborious after forming a fixed procedure. The first wave of guests came At that time, I went to the fruit distribution room to finish the rest of the meal, washed my hands and went to serve the plate.

Fatty He didn't come to the store until almost eight o'clock, and everyone present greeted him when they saw him. With a dusty appearance, he lifted up his clothes and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he didn't let go of the air conditioner. The big face with a vast expanse was blown into facial paralysis, and then I returned to the bar and talked to me, "Hey, did you follow the daily practice?"

I leaned against the bar, looking away at the crowd, and said, "Of course."

What was the first lesson Fatty He taught me?

"Jog for two hours every morning, and keep talking during this time."

I said, Mr. He, aren't you making things difficult for others?

He Gu ruthlessly stroked the slightly long hair at the back of my head, and answered plausibly, singing is not about howling, you know what, the basic skills are the most important, otherwise, what are the singing singers standing at the gate of the art school across the street doing? , I want to practice your lung capacity first, do you understand, you little bastard.

So I, an ignorant young man who blindly worships charlatans as his teacher, ran every day became a kind of practice against human nature under such urging, because I couldn’t breathe according to the usual rhythm in this situation, and I had to take a big breath. The breath is held in the lungs, and I squeeze it out bit by bit during the running process. Until the long series of breaths are not so fragmented, I try to speak at a normal speed. Dead, gradually, my speech became coherent. Sometimes I would sing a few lines along with the earphones, step on the drums with my feet, and learn some awkward lyrics repeatedly. This run lasted for half a month, and I was about to start school .

I'm 16 years and two months old and in high school.