REMIX

I met him on that wonderful night six years ago. I was 14 years old. I was wearing a pair of washed white trousers and an old coat that didn’t fit. The heels of the trousers had been pulled down to the heels of the sneakers.

And he was riding a black heavy machine, with his long legs stepping on the curb, his eyebrows and eyes were seductive, with a frivolous and unknowing look, he fiddled with the lighter in his hand at me, and said, light a cigarette for my brother ?

——Six years later, I saw him take off his helmet, the broken hair on his forehead was lifted up, revealing the sharp-edged bridge of the nose, and the whole person smiled very brokenly, but with an unmistakable connivance, he said, " How do you say you came back..."

I held back all the way, and I didn't know which point of anger was poked by this sentence. My tone was as stiff as my actions, and my heart was sour. I tried to use my eyebrows to pretend to be a little moody smile, and said, "So?"

He must have never seen me like this before, and he could see that my pre-prepared speech was disturbed by my reaction, so he paused for a moment, reorganized his words, and moved two fingers around my ear while approaching my ear. Finger, hook.

"Baby is mad at me."

The feeling of overlapping his eyes and being touched almost overwhelmed me.

But his face is doomed that he can't be an excellent actor in bitter drama, winking with people is like flirting.I already had enough resistance to this, even if my heart was shaken, I still hooked his hand and shrank back in protest: "I'll go back with you after the explanation."

"But I think what you need now is not an explanation."

He pulled me back again, opened his other hand, took me into his arms, and patted my sweat-soaked vest. "You need a hug."

"..."

I remained silent, and subconsciously scanned the deserted street with my eyes at night, making sure that no passers-by were staring at me strangely, so I hugged him back with even more strength.

"Don't do this next time."

If I don't do this, it seems that the strength in my whole body that I want to shout out has no place to vent, and my face is pressed against his shoulder, and I don't know where to go.

But that's all I can do.

"It's my fault." He rubbed the back of my neck, "I'm sorry baby."

"I was wrong."

I heard myself sigh in relief, as if my body was thrown high and then caught by him, I was still trapped in panic with nowhere to go a second ago, but in the blink of an eye I was startled in his arms.I know that no one likes to see myself in a ridiculous state because of sinking emotions. It is irrational and not free and easy. I ran dozens of kilometers for non-existent worries, but I couldn’t get an answer. It seemed that I just wanted to see him with my own eyes. give him a hug.

Anything else is fine.

no matter what.

I asked him, is your matter resolved?What about the rest?

He rubbed his fingers, "You see, I came here very quickly. I was in the alley on the other side of Xinjie. When I walked deeper, there was a handicap. Two groups of people clashed and almost called the police... But in It was taken care of when I didn't answer the phone. Don't worry."

It was dark in front of his eyes, and he was separated from him by a layer of glass. He buckled the helmet on my head and tapped my forehead with his knuckles.

"Others are 'washing the floor,' and it will end in the middle of the night."

After I sat down in the back seat with my backpack stuffed in front of me, he took both of my hands and wrapped them around his waist like a seat belt.

Late at night.

He drove me through the burning night in July. The heat on my body had already dissipated, and I was a little drowsy from the wind. I passed a bridge, and the water on the river was shining brightly, vividly reflected under the bridge. Weave a broken web.With several street lamps as companions, the rays of light are like arms enclosing the most gentle piece in front of you.I didn't speak, just clung to his back, trying to hear if I could hear his heartbeat.

"Don't you, don't like me doing this?"

As soon as I opened my mouth, I thought about pulling up the transparent cover on the helmet, and the wind rushed in so violently that I couldn't keep my eyes open. "It doesn't matter if you like it or not."

"If I insist on forcing you to stop, it will be difficult for you to be caught in the middle."

There was a red light at the crossroads ahead, he slowed down, and his voice melted into the wind became clear: "Some things can't be put away just by saying stop."

He stopped and touched the back of my hand, "Baby is more mature than me."

"We have different positions."

I rubbed my chin on his shoulder and said, "If you have a sense of proportion, you won't gamble and squander your wealth and life. It's meaningless."

"It's important."

I shut my mouth for a moment, and then I said it again, and somehow lowered my tone. "You still have me."

"Ok?"

It's okay if he doesn't smile, but when he smiles I feel stupid.I'm afraid this problem can't be changed.

"Are you raising me?"

"Why can't it be done," I said in a heartbroken voice, "When I save a few years, I have the capital to open a studio, and if I don't have the capital to sell songs, I will find a way... As long as you don't be too prodigal, I can afford it."

He laughed, his shoulders trembled, and he relaxed, pretending he wasn't laughing at my unrealistic naivety.

"That's good." He turned and accelerated, "I'll give you all our house book, passbook, black account, and all our savings when I go back. From now on, I'll be a badass, eat yours and sleep with yours, and get to know my daughter-in-law when I go to the kang. shoe."

"Father, you can't be so shameless."

"Anyway, I'm almost thirty, and I can afford to lose this person. That's it."

"..."

So he went crazy after going back that night.

Because I ran back purely rashly, I would regret it when I calmed down, and it was not easy to go back to my home, so I just stayed in the recording studio and made my cover song.

And Gong Junye said that the limelight of the day before yesterday hadn't passed, he had to avoid suspicion at home, never see customers behind closed doors, or go for a walk to buy cat food, wearing short sleeves and shorts, sloppy at home, never buttoning his shirt (This is very inappropriate.) I don’t shave my beard for two or three days, and the range of activities is strictly divided within a radius of one kilometer. He is very obedient. I let him go home when he wants to go home, or he can stay in the room and listen to me sing , discussed the selection of songs with me in a serious manner.

With throat lozenges in my mouth, I gave him a screened playlist, sang all twenty songs in order, and asked him to pick out the right five songs, and I included them in this cover album.

He was sitting on the sofa with his arms spread flat, a ballpoint pen in his mouth, and my playlist in his hand, and his toes followed the rhythm. As soon as I asked him to express his feelings, he said confidently: "How can I understand you guys?" People's Artist. I sing out of tune."

I almost suffocated, "Gong Junye—"

"but I think."

He dusted the paper with his fingers, "Singing love songs is best when you are facing me."