REMIX

I sat firmly in the co-pilot, and my whole body was tightly bound by the air conditioner in the car and the seat belt. It was midsummer evening outside, and the residual heat from the scorching sun of the day still adhered to the surface of the city. I went up a bit, then pulled up the seat belt on my other side and buckled it.

"I just sneaked out of the company. I envy you teenagers."

"Teenagers have homework, too," I muttered, "and growing pains."

He looked at me with his hands on the steering wheel, and he smiled before he let out a breath.

With great effort, I tore off his smiling gaze, pasted it on the car glass and looked out the window.

Sitting in the room for a long time and facing those petty prints, my eyes also feel tired.

"Are you a senior in high school?"

"It's the beginning of school."

I put my hands on my legs and rubbed them. I happened to be wearing a pair of gray trousers made of light material today. There was an ugly wrinkle at the knees, so I had to cover it with my hands.

"Have you figured out where to go?" He put one hand behind my car seat, turned his face to look at the back window of the car, and I could see a piece of thinned collarbone in his loosely opened collar. The raised shadow, the breath blows to my face. "Take art or culture class?"

When asked about these words, he was more like those adults of the same age around me. He would ask a child about his future from an adult perspective, or show kindness, or avoid the important, because the relationship between the two The only intersection between them, enough to open a topic for a little discussion, are these scarce and old-fashioned commonalities.

So I faced the heart that he often brought up and settled down with this pyrotechnic topic, and the answer became fluent, "For the time being, I plan to take the culture class, and I play music in a heretic way, unlike my friend. , they plan to enter the class."

I'm talking about Qiao Xinxin, Gong Junye will not have no impression of her, although I'm not sure if he remembers the girl I begged him to save back then.

I began to think slowly about our relationship with each other.It’s okay if you don’t think about it carefully, once you count with your fingers, you can find out the eight years of acquaintance between us, eight years?

We've known each other for so many years.But the real distance has been narrowed in the past two years.No wonder every time we meet, I feel that time flies. He is no longer the unidentified and aggressive teenager, and I am not the smelly and stubborn kid who defends himself with a knife. During this period, we have not seen each other for two or three years. According to the life trajectory of ordinary people, it should be what Lin Rui'an said, and he studied in the United States for several years.

But now going around, we not only re-established a vague friendship, we even sat in the same car and prepared to have a dinner that might not be a big one. I usually don’t care about these pretentious things, but now The unstinting praise played the magic of fate.

He drove according to my instructions, interspersed with a few homely words in the middle, and never let the cool air in the car experience an embarrassing break. Gives a more down-to-earth image.Xia Jie told me that this kind of person is called high emotional intelligence.

"I didn't bring a penny with me, let me tell you Xia Xi." When the traffic lights were on, he shook the wallet he took out of his trousers pocket at me, and I took it, pretending to be suspicious, and opened it to look inside. Take a look, "True or false——"

That word stuck in my teeth crisply.

Because I suddenly saw a black card symbolizing a private bank on the inside of the wallet, and a small plastic box symmetrically stuffed on the other side, with a majestic "Okamoto ultra-thin" on the package.

It's really not a penny.

I closed my wallet amidst his suppressed and mocking laughter, and stared at the front windshield without saying a word.

Fortunately, when we arrived at the dining place, I led the frank Mr. Gong Junye into the gate. Today he was wearing a black shirt with a small stand-up collar, less formal fine-grained suit trousers rolled up, and whistled when he walked. , It seems that he is really here to grab a meal.

I really don’t pay much attention to food, besides, whose puberty is not like a bucket, every day in the school cafeteria, it is very touching to see everyone gobble up a plate of food that is enough to make a mosaic, the quantity You can't have both quality and quality. In normal times, with friends like Li Qianlan and Hegu, I'd definitely drag them to sit in front of the food stall's never-cleaned table and slap Fang Qiu on a bunch of skewers.

But this is the first meal I invite my (suspected) crush to eat, so it can't be too unreasonable.

Although the person sitting across from him seemed completely indifferent and took everything he ordered, I wanted to take this opportunity to test his taste, but it seemed unnecessary—he even ordered the same milk tea as I did. .

The lights in the store are not too bright, to the extent that you don’t feel glaring when you look directly at it. It complements the iron-gray walls, and the atmosphere is very suitable for rest and chatting.When I scooped up a curry fish ball with a spoon, his chopsticks poked it up, and we both stopped for a moment. Finally, he withdrew his hand, not knowing what he was thinking, and suddenly pointed I opened my mouth slightly.

So I didn't know what to think, so I sent the spoon into his mouth.

He took a sip of the milk tea contentedly, while I took the spoon he had eaten, a lot of nasty thoughts arose in my mind, and I was a little at a loss for a while.

"Brother." I said sincerely, "You are sometimes naive."

"Is that so?" He leaned back in the chair, put up the scraggly legs under the table, tilted his head when speaking, and blinked slowly, like a pleasing rascal. "It makes you look younger with you."

"I'm not young anymore." I corrected him, "I turned eighteen last month."

"I'm almost ten years older than you." He said, "I once struggled for a while about whether you should call me Brother or Uncle, and I felt that neither would suffer."

"Come on," I said, "you call me husband when you're drunk."

He played with the lighter in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at me, "Call, I will give out red envelopes, starting from four digits."

I stood up with a toothpick in my mouth, walked across the aisle beside him to check out at the counter, and patted him on the shoulder as I passed him, "Don't make trouble, I will pay for the meal."

I couldn't hear whether my voice trembled when I said that joke, but I could hear whether my heart was beating so fast that a hole in my chest was almost exposed.