REMIX

I stood there motionless, and it took me a long time to think of what to say; the background music was still playing, and everything was going on, but the atmosphere suddenly became elusive.

"Beautiful girls all over the world I could be chasing but my time would be wasted They got nothing on you baby They got nothing on you baby Nothing on you baby Nothing on you baby

I said, brother, why... Long time no see.

These two sentences collided and bit into an unnatural sentence pattern. Once I got out of the state of concentration and ecstasy, I suddenly felt cold, and I put the clothes on my head indiscriminately, and covered my head with the neckline. I heard his voice, "I'm passing by."

The surface of his suit was dripping with rain, and the white shirt inside was even wet through the skin color. The hair hanging from his forehead was pulled up to the top of his head by him. You pour a glass of hot water."

I could smell the almost imperceptible smell of alcohol wafting from his body, but his behavior was not out of control, as if he was still within his control; except that the time his eyes lingered on me was longer than I would care about, He narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly, as if he could see it deeply, and he was very serious.

He said thank you behind me.

I took the cup from under the bar and ran backstage to boil water with the electric kettle. After the heating buzzed, I went back to the front hall and saw him facing a mirror on the left wall with his hand on his collar. fiddling with something.

I hesitated whether to approach, but he hooked me, "Little guy, come and help me."

It took me only half a minute to move in front of him. He pointed to a black tie in his hand and said, I accidentally tore it off on the way, can I tie it back?

I looked up at his raised neck, the flowing tendons and protruding Adam's apple, the chin was very clean-shaven, the eyelids were lowered, and the long and narrow gap hidden by the eyelashes seemed to just accommodate my figure.

I said yes.

He was standing face to face with me, and there was a significant height difference, which was a bit of a shock to me.I buttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, and the bowtie strap was looped around the nape of his neck—he bowed his head thoughtfully—and a delicate little pin went through the back of the tie, fastened to the other end of the strap together.

He suddenly stretched out his palm and gestured on top of my head, and raised the corner of his mouth slantingly, "I've grown taller."

I cleared my throat and said, okay.

He said thank you a second time, and sat down on the chair closest to him with one hand.He had very long legs and stretched them wantonly under the table. He didn't pay much attention to his sitting posture. He leaned heavily on the back of the chair and threw all the wet cigarettes, lighter, mobile phone and wallet on the table.

I went to the backstage to get the boiled water, but I couldn't adjust the temperature for immediate drinking, so I threw several pieces of crushed ice into it.

He brought the cup to his mouth, and the image of him just lifting his chin to tie the bow tie was still in my mind, and my brain seemed to be too laggy to keep up with my eyes.

He said, I need to know your name.It's not a question, it's an imperative sentence.

The sound was almost covered by my heartbeat, I reacted suddenly and said, Xiaxi.

He was noncommittal about the answer, and drank all the hot water in one go.

It took a long time before he continued with a hidden smile, my surname is Gong.

I hasten to say I know.

However, in the next sentence, he put his hands on the back of the chair behind me and said, you can call me Laogong.

I shut my mouth, stared at him for an unknown amount of time, and finally said firmly, brother, you are really drunk.

It’s already time for the bar to close in the past, but I’m still sitting with such an unknown person under the dim light, neither wanting to ask him why, nor wanting to drive him away, as if waiting for something to happen, and as if Just plain waste and procrastination.

I couldn't guess what he was thinking.

Of course, it's best not to let him guess what I'm thinking.

If he stood up and left now, I would definitely slap myself with a big mouth immediately, dozens of them would be easy.

But he still tilted his head and looked at me. I couldn't show any clues, and my back was straight.

"Can I hear you singing again next time?" He asked.

"I haven't performed in public yet..." I answered honestly, "This time, this time, I just sang for fun..."

He nodded, unconscious, as if acknowledging my remarks, and the earrings on his ears shone with light spots for this.

It was a black diamond.

Probably at the same time he noticed that the sound of the rain outside the house had become thinner, so he stood up before I broke the silence, "I'm leaving."

"I, I'll see you off." I still remembered that he helped me before, and he always wanted to give something back when he seized a chance, regardless of whether he needed it or not. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around, scared I took a step back, looking extremely guilty.

"Don't tell anyone I've been here."

It is estimated that he wanted to touch my head, but the position was not locked, and the back of his finger brushed behind my ear. I stood there at that time, stupid.

The back molars were clenched tightly, and he watched him go out from the door and turn to the road on the right.I packed up the desks, chairs and benches with a restless action different from the past, returned the microphone and electric kettle to their original places, turned off the lights and locked the door, and ran home in one breath.

When I squatted on the stairs panting for breath, I still had endless despair in my heart. It twisted my heart in a circle, as if something sweet and sour was squeezed out.

This is crazy.

I can't forget him.