REMIX

Since then, Qiao Xinxin has become my colleague. Like me, she goes to work in the bar every Friday to Sunday. At the beginning, the response was mediocre, but after a month, she could find some familiar faces among the drinkers.Slowly, she accumulated her own regular audience.

I understand that the difference between her and me is that her ultimate goal is not money, but a stage, a microphone, and a shelter for dreams.

Although I want these too, I can't afford them now.

I settled my salary once before the midterm exam, not much, but not as stretched as it was when I didn't have it.Part of it will be used as my living expenses for the next month, and the other part will be stuffed under the pillow in Xiadu’s bedroom as usual, as a possible extra expenditure for the family, in case of emergency.

Sometimes my thoughts are also very contradictory. I obviously got the money by squeezing my own labor hard, but I hope from the bottom of my heart that Xia Jie can squander it with some willful and paranoid reasons like those ordinary women .I can buy anything and spend whatever I want. I often feel an unspeakable urgency. I want to say, Mom, maybe we are not that poor, and you can do what you want.

It's not that you can't do it, you don't have to chain yourself to that little grocery store.

We are all trying to sacrifice and get something for the other.

And adults are still struggling in the shackles of reality, what about me?

The exam room was set up the day before the exam, and I ran into that girl with bangs again at the door of the other class.

By chance, I learned that she and Qiao Xinxin were in the same class. They had exchanged two sentences in physical education class out of boredom. The first sentence was where did the badminton fly?The second sentence is here.

Her name is Le Xiaoya.With a cheerful personality and a pleasing appearance, she is active and enthusiastic about class affairs, and is very popular among boys—the above is an overview of Ms. Qiao Xinxin's strength.I laughed when I heard this, do you know what type boys like?

Qiao Xinxin glanced at Li Qianlan who was holding a notebook and writing lyrics next to her, and said, I don't know, just guess.

It's really objective and honest.

Because the exam needs to disrupt the numbers and seats of our whole grade, we will be mixed with people from different classes and assigned to the same exam room. The girl should be in the same classroom as me. I saw her moving the desk into the door and taking a step. Pause, it looks hard.

I was still hesitating whether to help, but a carefree girl next to her pushed me first and said, hey classmate, can you help me move the table?

I thought to myself that the five of you can lift a tree stump together, so it's my turn?

But men are animals who regard face as a virtue, and there is no need to expose such lame excuses, it's just a matter of little effort.I walked over and lifted the table from her hand, and at the same time said, let me come.

She said "Oh", as if sticking out her tongue, and stood aside with her hands free. I didn't look at her, and moved the desk to the vacant place in the classroom.

Before I walked out of the classroom, I saw them chatting excitedly together through the door, and they dispersed as soon as I stepped out.

At this time, even if I pretended to be nonchalant, I would inevitably feel a little embarrassed. I tried my best to walk without distractions, and covered my heart with an upright appearance, but the things I was worried about still happened.

I heard her calling me from behind, classmate... Is your name Xia Xi?

I turned around, took my hand out of my trouser pocket, hung it by my side, and said, it's me, what's wrong?

She shook her head apprehensively and said it was all right.The hair on the forehead swayed neatly.

But there was a girl on the other side who spoke for her, probably because she couldn't stand it anymore, and her companion covered her mouth after she said a few words, but it didn't prevent me from hearing clearly.

She said loudly, she likes you!

I reflected on it two or three times to make sure that I was not misleading, how could this girl approach me and fear me, but in fact I was like her-I was looking forward to but afraid of establishing a relationship with someone. Starting an emotional relationship, when I believe that I cannot be responsible for this relationship, I will first start to resist and refuse.

This sudden indirect confession made me a little dazed, and I fled the scene quickly. When I got home in the evening, I didn’t think of telling anyone. The girl didn’t talk to me until the exam was over. This is the end of the last confession.

I still don't quite understand, is it so easy to like someone?

I don't have any thoughts about it other than feeling that I'm more interested in boys than girls.

On the first day of vacation after the exam, the bar closed early because of the rain, why did this fat man go back to sleep long ago, Li Qianlan sent Qiao Xinxin home, and left me alone to lock the door of the bar.

Hang the closed sign on the door, I half-closed the door, trying to let in some refreshing wind after the rain, the alcohol and the crowd were gone, there was only one light left in the room, I stood on the stage, facing no one Under the stage of the audience, the height of the microphone was adjusted.

Worried about disturbing the store next door, I turned down the volume of the microphone and the background music, and I could beat the drums with my feet.

The empty environment allowed me to get into the mood quickly. After singing a song, I drank a glass of water, but what I stole was the glass that was placed on the bar counter. I must swipe it again before leaving.

The frequent ventilation made me feel a little hot. Anyway, no one around had any scruples, so I simply took off my coat and only wore a black T-shirt inside.There was no one to cooperate with the chorus part, so I tried to sing along with it myself, relying on the fact that no one heard it, I was very happy to entertain myself.

So when I saw someone standing at the door, I froze in embarrassment.

When was there someone there?

The accompaniment is still playing non-stop, but I have no time to sing.That person stood at the door for an unknown amount of time, as if he had just escaped from a grand banquet, he was wearing a well-styled black suit, the shirt, vest and silk scarf on his chest were all matched perfectly, except There is no tie; his hair is parted on both sides, one side is pinned behind his ear, and the other side is wet and messy on his forehead. He is leaning against the door, holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth, sandwiched between two pieces. His thin lips moved up and down, and I couldn't see his face clearly when I stood in a bright place.

But the next second I thought of that person.His temperament, or the indelible image he left me in the few years of intersection, I will definitely not mistake him.

He asked me, huh?Why don't you sing?