REMIX

When I was checking out at the front desk of the tea restaurant, I had counted all the money, and Li Qianlan grabbed my hand and pressed it back.

I was still holding the shrimp dumplings for Xia Jie in my left hand, and he hugged me and dragged me towards the door, so the person on top of me became Qiao Xinxin.She still had that delicate, flawless and expressionless face, and when the waiter waited for the money, she turned her head and made a "V" to me.

I can't laugh or cry.

Standing on the opposite side of the road with Li Qianlan and waiting, he bit a toothpick and put his hand on my shoulder, "It's time to treat guests."

I finally chose not to speak.

I know they are for me.

In late autumn, it was windy at night, and Qiao Xinxin's hair was blown out when she came out. She wrapped her coat and trot across the road, and walked with us towards the street of my family's grocery store.

Xia Jie and I can only temporarily live there tonight.There are two shady single rooms in the store, one is usually used for resting and the other is used for storing sundries. In the case of insufficient congenital conditions, they are finally in use now: an old sofa and a wire bed, enough to hold up A home that shelters from the elements.

Then tomorrow I have to go to school again, work part-time, have endless homework and earn not enough money.

I can't even think about tomorrow.

And the most frightening thing about life is that no matter whether you are divorced or completely defeated today, as long as you are still alive, as long as you have a humble life left, the days will continue endlessly.

It's like the wheels keep rolling over the bottom line you can bear until you stay in a certain day forever.

So I, who have lived in this kind of hidden worry for many years, am very sensitive to any happy moment.Like now.I always notice its existence for the first time, desperately extract a little bit of happiness from it, hide it well, and take it out to savor it when I can't hold it anymore.

As we walked, Li Qianlan suddenly said, the three of us haven't taken pictures yet.

Qiao Xinxin and I nodded.

He took out his mobile phone, and the three of us stopped on the sidewalk and adjusted our positions. Li Qianlan and I stood on both sides, and Qiao Xinxin in the center held the mobile phone and raised it up.

"Look at the camera, look at the camera."

The light of the street lamp came from obliquely in front, I squinted my eyes slightly, and saw the faces of the three of us framed into the lens.

"Crack."

——This is what I left for today.

The next evening I went home and changed my school uniform to go to the stall where I was going to work. I heard from Xia Ji that she had been running all day, and she fell in love with three houses that were suitable in terms of location and price.One of them is a rental loft, a single apartment, and an old-fashioned residence.The environment of the apartment is relatively comfortable, and it is not far from the school. It is currently the most worth considering, but the rent every three months is nearly 1000 yuan higher than the other two, which makes her a little undecided.

"It's better to transfer this store." She said when I was looking at my watch and stuffing instant noodles into my mouth, "I'll change to another job, and the money will at least save the emergency."

With such a bizarre relationship like the two of us, we have no relatives, and there is no one to help us when we encounter difficulties. We have to rely on ourselves for everything.

"Find a job first and then talk about it. If the job is not suitable, at least you can last for a few days." After I finished speaking, I took a mouthful of mouthwash and stood up with my backpack in my hand. Walking to the door, he waved at her when he couldn't speak.

"Go ahead," she said. "Be safe."

Fatty He knows a little about the situation in my family.

After hearing about this incident, he also wanted to lend me money, but because of my pride, I didn't want to owe him a favor, so I didn't.

He couldn't hold me back, seeing that I had been in a bad state for the past two days, I wasn't in the mood to talk to him about anything, and just after nine o'clock, he mercifully expressed that he would let me go. "Go back and rest."

The light under the bar was very bright, I rubbed my eyes and saw a person sitting not far away.

It may also be that I am really too tired, and the heavy exhaustion is unreservedly revealed on the face, which neutralizes the surprise and surprise that should have appeared.He met my eyes, perhaps because he didn't want to interrupt my conversation with Fatty He, he raised his index finger and touched his lips, signaling for me to keep silent.

Here why is he rubbing my head back and forth with his big palm-like hands.

"Still a kid," he said, "don't spoil yourself."

I think my expression at this time should not be very good-looking, even that person must have seen it.

I always thought I had grown up long ago.

When I was walking outside, I saw him following from the corner of my eye, and I didn't dare to look back, for fear of revealing my inner embarrassment.

Next to the bar is a clothing store that has long been closed. There are two long rows of steps at the door. I stop there uncontrollably, wondering if I have a chance to say a few words to him.

What do you say?I have no idea.

It seems that the person who was so tired and just wanted to go home and fell asleep was not me.

I don't understand the meaning of such behavior, but he came out.

"Hey," he raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled at me, "we meet again."

I also smiled silently.The grin is not too wide, and it seems to be full of pain.

He should have come out purely for recreation today, dressed very casually, a white T-shirt and a knitted suit, cigarettes in his hand, a silver iron box protruding from the pocket of his trousers.

I asked him, can I smoke a cigarette?

The noise from the bar next door made this corner extraordinarily quiet. In a state where I couldn't be distracted, I could detect every little movement on his body.

He knew I was just a wayward novice, but he still forgave me.

I took the cigarette from his hand and put it in my mouth, polished the lighter, and took a big puff the moment it was lit.

He stood on the steps and watched me cover my face in the sleeve of my left hand, tears streaming down my face quickly.