REMIX

There is a living room in the new home, which is sandwiched between two bedrooms. It is small in size. Two bookcases and a table can be used as a study, integrating rest and entertainment.It's a pity that Xia Jie and I basically didn't have afternoon tea at home during the holidays, so we couldn't make use of it.

But tonight we have to talk.When I got home, I took a shower. It was not time to go to bed when I came out of the bathroom. The living room was dark, so I ran to the upstairs room. I took it to the table, patted the straw cushion next to it, and motioned for me to sit down.

"Come and sit." She stroked her forehead hair back, lit a cigarette and took a puff, "Talk to me about your thoughts."

She hasn't smoked for a long time. Earlier, it was because she was poor. She saved a few dollars a day to buy me milk. After a long time, she couldn't remember it. same taste.

The night breeze was gradually tainted with the scent of burning mint grass, and my finger next to the teacup was only an inch away from the cigarette case, and I suddenly remembered the first cigarette I smoked.what color is it?what brand?What is the taste?I don't remember any of them.Only the pungent taste remained between my lips and teeth, and at the moment when tears welled up, I saw the blurred face of that person.

I retracted my fingers, holding the cup.

"I want to sing."

I thought about it and said, "Not being a star... just singing. You can make a living doing it, and stick to it for the rest of your life."

She was biting the cigarette butt, and a little red flame receded as she exhaled. I looked at her without feeling the slightest tension or oppression.It's not what I thought it would be.

"Well, so how much effort have you made towards this goal?"

I didn't expect the next question to be so objective, it was the reality right in front of me, it didn't have any elements against me personally, and it wasn't as sensible as those parents who were fighting wits and courage with them all day long in the words of my classmates.

But think about it from another angle, this is in line with her style.

So I confessed completely—the songs I hid in my earphones first sprouted in the fantasy of night and dreams, which sounded absurd and far away in the future.My friend, my teacher, my microphone.I longed for her to hear more than that.

Fortunately, it is still night.The night makes people dare to tell the truth.

"……I see."

After I finished speaking, she took another sip of water, and she changed her sitting position, with one leg resting on the other, her back leaning against the wall was straight like a mast, protruding the thin collarbone under her neck, she asked me with a smile, "You Tell me the truth, do you feel bitter all these years?"

I remembered the beginning of everything, she once told me that you still have to endure hardships if you follow me.

In the blink of an eye, for more than ten years, I actually forgot to taste this so-called life.

The past was like sea water washed up on the shore and then quickly pulled away. I didn't catch anything.I said, I don't know, I probably forgot to feel.

She put out the cigarette butt, and there was a little tranquility in her eyes.

"It's good to go on like this from now on."

"I didn't raise you so much to let you live in my way, nor to let you fulfill my wish for me, nor to meddle in your own life, so that you will hate me in the end." She said.

"why?"

"Stupid." She twisted my face before going to sleep, shaking her head with a smile, "I'm happy."

The day of the competition is getting closer and closer. It is impossible for me to pretend nothing happened and study in school with peace of mind. I am not Qiao Xinxin.

But I have verbally promised that Xia Jie will not delay her studies even if she plays music. I can’t break my promise to her, so I have been suppressing it with strong willpower. But come.

And the only thing that bothered me during this time was Le Xiaoya.

It may also be blamed for my lack of emotional cognition in my personality, and my intuition and understanding of some things are so dull that I often don't know how to analyze and deal with her behavior. Put soda water, chocolate, and all kinds of gadgets that girls like on it, such as carrying private goods when handing out homework in the group, and another example is an unprecedented interest in my after-school life.I was at a loss for receiving such attention. It was okay to say that I was not in the same class before, but this time I was under the same roof and forced me to avoid her.

This is the third time I've refused her to go to the bar with me after school.She seems to really want to join our three-person world, but the way we get along has reached a balance that is difficult for outsiders to intervene in the years of running-in, mainly because the three of us have our own things to do, not in the popular sense Just kidding, there's no way to bring her along.

In early summer, there was plenty of rain, and the night was rainy and the business was light. Qiao Xinxin and Li Qianlan left after eight o'clock, and Fatty He simply closed the shop directly, leaving room for me to rehearse inside.

After discussing and deciding, I chose a relatively unpopular song for the competition, but I can sing it fluently, and I am [-]% sure that there will be no mistakes on the scene.After all, for the selection of songs in regular competitions, it is important to be amazing, but safety must be the priority.

Fatty He and I had a serious debate on this issue during the discussion, because the underground rap here is almost all PopRap and DirtyTalk. If I sing a jazz that is absolutely minute-by-minute, who can guarantee that the audience will buy it?

Fatty He snorted contemptuously, and all his words showed his extraordinary wisdom in the beast world. He said, this way you have a chance to break out of the encirclement, you know?You are the only one fighting this time.Think about it, when everyone sings "Let us row our oars," you sing "Wait a thousand years." What does that mean?

I froze for a moment, and said, this means... This means that my brain is sick.

He raised his hand and smashed my forehead, like a ripe watermelon, scolding, Damn, how can you let the audience remember you if you are not recognizable?Why wasn't the unlucky kid so talkative when he came on stage? It's the first time I persuaded you...

The two of us were having a good chat, so we didn't notice a girl standing outside the door.

Reflecting the sky that was not completely dark, I squinted at the past with the light behind my back, and was taken aback.

"Le...Le Xiaoya?"