REMIX

Before Li Qianlan finished making a phone call, there was the sound of water splashing into boiling oil in the kitchen, and two rows of street lights downstairs were on. I walked around the balcony and sat at the top of the stairs, with the corridor and bedroom behind me, and another A half-open bay window.

I was a little timid, so I smiled for a while at the weird names in Fatty He's address book. Based on the principle of not prying into other people's privacy, I found Zhou Jingyang's phone number and dialed it—the busy tone screen was pure black, and I Unexpectedly, he saw his face on the screen, slipped his hand, and quickly brought the phone to his ear.

From the gap between the second floor and the stairs, Qiao Xinxin could be seen walking by with a pot of minced chicken and mushroom soup. It was so fragrant that I could smell it even sitting here.

The phone was connected, and I heard a male voice with a pure accent, which seemed to be an automatic answering machine, "Hello, hello."

I said, "Hi, Mr. Zhou, I'm Xia Xi, I don't know if you remember..."

"Oh, Xiao Xia, remember."

I was a little surprised by his blunt answer, I lowered my head and stared at my feet, "Please ask Mr. Gong to listen to the phone, thank you."

The other end was silent for a few seconds, "Okay."

From then on, my heartbeat changed from four to three beats to fast three beats, without any transition at all.

The phone was handed over to another guy who said, hello?

I took a deep breath, afraid that it would sound unnatural, "Mr. Gong, I am Xia Xi."

"It is you."

He laughed softly, and I closed my eyes following the voice magnetized by the signal, and counted the several meetings with him frame by frame in my mind. Some details were enlarged unconsciously. Counting, we haven't seen each other for half a month, but I feel that it's been so long that we have to see each other.

"Well." I said very briefly, "Are you busy now, have time..."

I heard him "shhh" on the microphone while I was talking, not to me, but to the commotion around him right now.

"Be quiet." He said slowly, "You're disturbing me."

I think the atmosphere is weird, and I can't tell where it is, but the unhurried, low and unrefined voice is a bit suffocating.

I changed my breath and finished the interrupted half sentence, "...Come here and sit down."

He seemed to approach the phone again and said, "Excuse me, I have guests here. How about another day."

I agreed, "Okay."

"I didn't expect you to remember what I said," he smiled, "You're so good."

I choked up in my throat, covered my mouth and didn't cough out any sound, my face was hot from holding back, "I'll call you next time."

"Well, can I leave you a call?"

"Okay, let me find a note." While talking, I stood up and ran to the bedroom. On the way from the corridor to the bedroom, neither of us spoke. I don't know what he is doing, but I am reluctant to take the phone from my ear open.

The bedroom was dark, I threw myself on the desk to touch the lamp with one hand, put the phone on the other shoulder, and tore off a post-it note with my right hand, "Okay, okay."

He reported a series of phone numbers, stopped every three numbers, and said, "Old rule, don't tell anyone."

I clipped the note in the lyrics book, closed it and put it back in place so that it didn't look like it had been flipped through.

I am very satisfied with it.

"it is good."

Going downstairs and back to the restaurant, a table of people sat there waiting for me. Fatty He held a beer bottle cap in his mouth and was prying another bottle with twisted eyebrows. Xia Jiegang came out of the kitchen. Some couldn't stand it, "Leave me alone."

As she spoke, she snatched the bottle, protected the top with one hand, pointed the mouth of the bottle at the edge of the table and buckled it down, and the bent bottle cap flew into her hand.This is her forte, "Here."

Li Qianlan has consciously taken the lead to stand up and applaud.

Fatty He immediately felt respectful, "Sister, I respect you for being a man."

Xia Jie held up his cup and fucked him, "I respect you for being a fat man."

"..."

Qiao Xinxin took the juice I handed over, poured it for Li Qianlan after pouring it herself, when her long hair slipped from the back of her neck, Li Qianlan clumsily flicked it for her.

Probably due to the sufficient heating in the room, her face was a little red, while Li Qianlan retracted her hand completely subconsciously. The sleeves of his thin sweater were rolled up to the elbow, revealing a large piece of white skin. Let’s just say that he is so white that it reflects light. In summer, there is light pollution. He also took the opportunity to spit on me, saying that my freckles disappeared because of my big face.

The house has never been so lively.

I sat at a corner of the table, listening to their chatter, nonsense, and jokes, my head spinning slowly, feeling indescribably comfortable.

I also poured myself a glass of wine, and tapped the bottom of the glass lightly on the table.

——Respect the people around me, the year that has passed away, the suffering and exhaustion, and the tomorrow that has not yet come, but will surely come.

The year passed quickly.

After the fifth day of the first lunar month, I went back to the bar to work. I heard from Li Qianlan that his DJ controller and earphones had arrived. He went straight to the bar with a notebook and a series of other items. When I arrived, a group of people were packed Look fresh.

Excluding the laptop he had before, the disc player controller and special headphones cost 3000 yuan, and it is said that it is only the basic equipment for entry. It's too high to climb.

He was lying on my shoulder, clutching the empty wallet in his hand. This young man who suffered from the ruthless destruction of the materialistic society cried unyieldingly, "When I have money, I have to buy two and throw them away."

I pushed him away, "Prodigal bastard."

Seeing that it was still a while before I was seated, Qiao Xinxin, who was preparing for the stage on the other side, suddenly called me over.

She threw her horn button coat on the sofa aside, pointed to a stack of lyrics in her hand and asked me, "There is a rap in the second half here, I think you should, do you want to sing it together?"

I leaned over and glanced at the title of the song, "Okay."