REMIX

Until before the college entrance examination, Gong Junye and I kept talking on the phone every three days, like some kind of mutual agreement.We all have our own things to be busy with, and I also know that this is a special period for me, and I can't indulge in the love of my children by my temper.

But the closer we got to the college entrance examination, we settled down instead. Probably because of the second half of the sprint, everyone has evolved from the initial anxiety and nervousness to the numbness like a walking dead. We only want this to end sooner or later.

Talking to him on the phone is one of my rare moments of relaxation in the day.We would chat briefly about what happened that day, and sometimes inexplicably touched on deep topics such as life. He was unexpectedly serious when expressing his thoughts, but he never stood on the standpoint of someone who had experienced it, dictating and educating me.As he said, when you are with me, you will forget your age and become a teenager on par with me, as childish as ever.

This is so different from what I thought.Maybe I shouldn't judge people by their cover in the first place.

But what I can't deny is that I like him more and more.Every day I like it more than the day before, and each heartbeat is stronger than the last one.

In the phone call on the eve of the college entrance examination, I finally mustered up the courage to say to him, "I'll go find you after the exam, I have something to tell you."

He didn't ask curiously, but replied following my words: "Okay."

Maybe he guessed it, maybe he was waiting too.But my intuition tells me that the result will definitely not be too bad.

On the day of the college entrance examination, Xia Jie asked for leave from the coffee shop, and picked me up for two days regardless of the weather.

When I came out after the exam, I was very touched. I found that she was still standing where she came, and a sore and warm current surged in my heart. I just wanted to call her back, but I found that there were two young people standing beside her who seemed to be doing nothing at first glance. She was sneering and saying, "What? I'm waiting for my son's college entrance examination. Oh, boy, you are so funny. I just make coffee..."

Like when I was a child, I went shopping with her for dinner ingredients, helped her carry things, and let her hold my arm when crossing the street.

We have spent many summers like this together, but when we look back, it seems like yesterday.

The dusk dissipated like a flock of pigeons, I looked at her long shadow in the setting sun, and suddenly feared that time would fly by and she would grow old.

When I got home, I received a call from a classmate. The voice on the other end couldn't hide the excitement, saying that I was going to have a breakup meal in two days. I figured out that the time would not conflict, so I agreed.

"You are free from today, long-term worker." Xia Jie asked me while chopping vegetables, "What are your plans for this holiday?"

I stood by the sink and put the washed tomatoes into the small basket one by one, "It's nothing... let's go out and play for a while, and then continue to work." I added, "If you like, you can come to the bar to listen Your son sings. If you don't understand, look at your face."

She was teased by me, and she followed the music on the TV in the living room outside for a long time.

That night Gong Junye's call came earlier than usual, just after eight o'clock, when people usually have dinner and watch TV, he first said, "I don't ask how you did in the exam, it seems that I am like that kind of An old and long-winded relative."

I smiled into the phone, and he said, "Come tomorrow afternoon, some guests will come to my house to talk about something, it shouldn't be too long."

"Hey, why don't we see you another day." I said duplicity.

"No," he said, "I don't want to wait a minute a day."

——Actually, so do I.

The next afternoon, I headed out with the address he had given me.

Because it is not the rush hour, the taxi is easy to get. I showed the address on the text message to the taxi driver. The man in his 40s moved his lips and read it silently. He glanced at me several times and asked me several times on the way. , "Is this the place? Are you... visiting?"

My mind has long been beyond my eyes, I looked out of the car window and said casually: "Yeah."

"Oh, oh." He stared at the windshield and said nothing.

It was a midsummer afternoon, and the blue sky was mostly covered by green shades. The cicadas chirped one after another, which made people feel empty, quiet and comfortable.The thin layer of sweat on my forehead was dried by the hot wind, and I looked at my crossed fingers on my knees through the sun, feeling unexpectedly peaceful.

The car was about to drive out of the city center and stopped at the entrance of a villa area in the outer suburbs. The driver parked the car by the side of the road and kindly reminded me when I paid, "I'm sorry, young man, it's not easy to drive in ahead. sent you here."

"Never mind. Thanks."

Probably not an illusion.He looked at me with a kind of secret avoidance.

After the car made a U-shaped turn and drove away, I walked in along a low and gentle stone slope. Inside was a flat but slightly winding main road, with private houses of different styles lined up on both sides. Compared with the house number on the text message, I am afraid that if I find the wrong person in this kind of place, I will only be embarrassed.

Finally, I found the downstairs of an independent villa with scattered heights. There was an inconspicuous small door on the side. There were three or five people smoking and chatting at the door. The tattoo crawled all the way to the scalp, and the scarred eye corners slanted at me, asking, what are you doing?

I pulled out a hand from my pocket, raised the brim of my hat, and said, I'm looking for Gong Junye.

They were all stunned, the scarred face laughed and patted me on the shoulder - it made me stagger, with such strength, didn't his arm have a brake, I thought bitterly.

"I'll call you, brother."

He told me to wait on the porch, saying the sun outside was too harsh.

Not long after I stood in the pleasant shade, the door opened.

The person who opened the door was Gong Junye.

He wore a silky black shirt that hung close to the body, completely homely and slouchy, but that was not the whole reason for my straight eyes; because his shirt was unbuttoned, and even a shallow scar on his stomach Seeing everything, bare feet, trousers hanging loose on my hips, I gasped.

If I hadn't known in advance that he was entertaining guests, I would have thought he was having sex.

But he invited me into the room without knowing it, spread his hands like a stage actor, and bowed exaggeratedly but beautifully, "Welcome."

Super childish.

I smiled back and followed him up the spiral staircase leading to the second floor.When he took my shoulders, he liked to rub my cheeks with the back of his hands, like treating a loving child, or petting his own pet.I said, you are busy with your work, I will not make trouble.

As soon as the words came out, I was dumbfounded.The living room on the second floor was full of people, and all of them stared at me with different expressions in a uniform manner. I was not afraid of death and glanced at it. Aged, a fat man with a fat head and a cigar in his mouth, a young man in a fancy suit with an arrogant expression, his hand wearing a gold ring impatiently knocked on the armrest of the sofa, behind him stood a group of bodyguards with their hands behind their backs.

They just sat in a circle and a half, and the feeling of being paid attention to by the group for a moment was like a thousand arrows.

"Ah, my people." Gong Junye slightly tilted his head, pointed at me and signaled to the group of people, "Don't worry, you guys continue." After saying that, he turned around me, facing the stairs There is a small side door next to the handrail. When I first came up, I didn't realize that there was another way here.

"Go along this road, over there is where I live." He whispered in my ear, "There are drinks in the refrigerator in the kitchen, books, TV and computer in the bedroom, you can read as you like."

"The things here... I can't say for sure, I guarantee it will be over before dinner."

I shook my head quickly, sorry to delay his time, "It's okay, you can go."

Outside that door is an open-air promenade, which connects to another house at the other end. The hot sunlight casts shadows of white railings on the narrow aisle.

He turned around behind me, took a brown handmade cigarette from the nearest bodyguard, leaned his body to let the other party light it, and lazily continued: "You just said...kill who? "