Window 2, Seventh Canteen

On the way back from the airport after sending Han Zilu away from Beijing, Jiang Wei suddenly felt that he was the only one left in the huge Beijing city.

He didn't want to be alone, so he didn't go home and went directly to the dormitory, but he forgot that everyone was scattered all over the place to finish the project, and the dormitory had been empty for several months, and there was no popularity at all.

Jiang Wei sat for a while, started to pack things, received half of them, and then sat in a daze. At this moment, Han Zilu was still on the plane, and he would arrive in Yunnan in an hour.

We are separated this time, and we don't know when we will meet next time.

Jiang Wei was feeling bored when the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Hey, who's back!" Zhao Siyuan smiled all over his face, poked his head halfway into the room, "Weiwei! Aren't you in Chaozhou?"

"Yuanzi, long time no see." Jiang Wei was somewhat embarrassed, no matter whether he came back or dropped out of school, he didn't mention a word to Zhao Siyuan.

"Fuck, you still know! Forget about buddies!" Zhao Siyuan patted Jiang Weiyi hard.

Jiang Wei felt a little more relieved, "Have you had dinner? Go out and have some food, I'll treat you."

"Yo, then I have to have a good meal, Dong Lai Shun'er?"

"If you eat mutton in summer, you won't be afraid of nosebleeds."

"Just say you want to please."

"Please! If you have the ability, you will eat me poorly!"

"Hahaha, don't worry, brother, I've been hungry for three days and I'm waiting for today's meal!"

The clear soup in the copper pot was boiling, and Zhao Siyuan put the cooked meat slices into Jiang Wei's bowl.

Jiang Wei: "I haven't seen you for two months, how come you have learned to take care of others?"

Zhao Siyuan: "I've been staying in the house by myself for two months. I must improve a little bit, right? Besides, I'm just like your brother. If I'm not good to you, who is good to you?"

"Come on." Jiang Wei returned Zhao Siyuan.

Zhao Siyuan scoured Jiang Wei again, "Look at you, are you interesting? I've only done the scorching well, so save yourself and eat mine."

Jiang Wei swallowed half a bowl of meat in one gulp, "Do you drink?"

Zhao Siyuan: "Come on! Is it white?"

Jiang Wei: "Have a few cups."

Zhao Siyuan: "Okay, yes, I haven't been taken away for two months in the south, and I'm still a man in the north." He waved, "Waiter, five cups!"

"Why five?"

"Two people, whoever drank slowly, who drank the rest of the glass, how about it?"

"It's a word."

Drinking wine and shabu-shabu, drinking it in one sip, rinsing slices of meat, can pass a lot of time.

But after a long time and talking too much, it is inevitable to get involved in topics that I don't want to talk about.

Zhao Siyuan asked: "Hey, where's the cook? What happened to the previous incident? He even asked me to make a special trip. What's wrong with him?"

"It's nothing, just changed jobs and didn't tell me."

"Why don't you say it? The new job is not good?"

"Maybe I wanted to give me a surprise or something, but I didn't like it, and I was scared."

Zhao Siyuan smiled, "Where did you change it?"

Jiang Wei: "You don't even know what you said, eat meat, you haven't blocked your mouth with all that meat."

"Okay, I won't talk about the cook. Look at your stinginess. I said Bi She is the head office, right? How is your tea set? I heard Mr. Wang mention it a while ago, and said that after seeing the progress photos, I think your Very good team."

"Well, is that so?" Jiang Wei drank the remaining half cup of Erguotou and went to open a new one.

"Are you embarrassed? It's been a few days since I haven't seen you, and your face is obviously thinner. Tell me, how is it? You're back now, shouldn't you finish it? It's still more than half a month, and I haven't burned it yet." So, are you done?"

"I..." Jiang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't do that for now, I'll do it next year."

"Huh? What are you thinking? Can you stay until next year? This will be...hey wait, what do you mean? You failed?"

Jiang Wei shook his head.

"Then why? The thesis is not good? Why can't you graduate or what? What did Lao Zheng tell you?"

Jiang Wei shook his head, "No, I'm dropping out of school."

"What!" Zhao Siyuan slapped the table and stood up, so startled that several waiters looked here, "Are you kidding me! What are you studying hard?"

"Sit down first, and I'll tell you slowly."

"Hurry up and say this is a joke."

"You sit down first."

"Are you serious?"

"Am I joking?"

"Fuck - your uncle's Jiang Wei! You don't tell me about such a big deal! Why do you still think of me as a buddy? Huh? Okay, if you don't tell me about such a big deal, let's not say anything in the future It's time to break up as soon as possible!"

Zhao Siyuan wanted to leave, but Jiang Wei stopped him. He couldn't think of an excuse for a while, so he could only hold up the wine glass, "At least finish your drink before leaving. We agreed to drink three glasses slowly. What are you doing?"

Zhao Siyuan was so angry that he didn't care whether it was slow or not, and directly stuffed the third cup in one gulp.

This gulp was so intense that he frowned and stuck out his tongue as soon as the cup was emptied, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Jiang Wei picked up some food for him, "Come here, have a bite, and listen to me slowly."

"Say a fart!" Although Zhao Siyuan said this, he was dizzy and still ate the meat that Jiang Wei handed over.

Jiang Wei apologized for a long time, and finally pressed Zhao Siyuan's twisting force, and the two finally talked normally again.

In fact, it's not so normal, Zhao Siyuan drank a drink, Jiang Wei punished himself with two drinks, both of them were a little tall, and their tongues drifted in their mouths when they spoke.

"You, you said, why did you suspend school? You will graduate soon. You said that your brain is flooded?"

Jiang Wei didn't want to hide it from him, but the reason for suspending school was related to Han Zilu, and it was inevitable to bring up things that couldn't be mentioned, so Jiang Wei had no choice but to make nonsense, "I just don't want to graduate. I've been a student all my life, and when I think about graduating, I feel a little nervous."憷."

"Who did you lie to? You, at the beginning, what, push for graduate school, you didn't even look at the three places in our class. If you were afraid of graduating, why didn't you go to graduate school?"

"I didn't think about it at the time."

"Fart, I left at that time, and now... it's only been two months, and you've become a living person in two months?"

"I didn't think much about it at the time. Now, I don't want to graduate anymore. Anyway, I just don't want to graduate. Let's talk about it next year. I'll play for a year first. Do you want to retire with me?"

"Come on, I'm going abroad."

"Ah? Fuck you didn't say it! When was it decided?"

"Just decided."

"Go away, just say what you say? You think it's that easy."

Zhao Siyuan suddenly became serious, "Speak out as soon as you say it, don't look down on people, I'll show it to you."

He spoke very close, and the smell of alcohol sprayed Jiang Wei all over his face, "All right, all right, if you want, I won't stop you, I'll come back and play with you."

"Come on, you still think of me."

"What do you say, I will definitely find you."

"Oh, come on, don't even mention the suspension of school."

"You have no energy, why are you coming back again, you..."

Zhao Siyuan turned his face away, Jiang Wei took his arm and went around to look at him, "You, why are you crying..."

"Crying for you, uncle! Why are you crying!" Zhao Siyuan rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, but the tears grew more and more.

At first Jiang Wei thought he was wrong, but now that the ironclad is not running away, Zhao Siyuan was indeed crying, and the crying was either sad or ugly.

Attracted more than a dozen tables of people to probe their brains.

Jiang Wei put Zhao Siyuan's arms around her neck and got him out of the restaurant.

After that, Jiang Wei couldn't remember how they went back to the dormitory all the way, but he clearly remembered Zhao Siyuan crying.

I also remember him grabbing his collar and asking: "Aren't you a good buddy? Then why alienate me! Why do you alienate me? Just because I like you? Then I don't like you, can't it! Can't I go away! You suspend my studies and I go abroad, so don't meet again in the future, are you satisfied!"

Zhao Siyuan's words almost yelled out. At that time, Jiang Wei's ears hurt, and the next day, he felt uncomfortable.

I used to think that Yuanzi was just a child with a temper, and I never really thought about it because I was a buddy with him, but after last night, he seemed to understand.

Those things that I couldn't understand before suddenly became clear, like the fog on the glass was wiped off, and the things outside the window could not be pretended to be invisible.

Zhao Siyuan likes him, but Zhao Siyuan is not gay, even without Han Zilu, this relationship can only stay a little more than a good buddy.

In this regard, Jiang Wei didn't say anything to Zhao Siyuan, because he felt that Zhao Siyuan must be clearer about the things he could figure out, and there was no need to do anything extra.

Some things may only be given to time.

Early the next morning, Jiang Wei packed his things and went home, bid farewell to the dormitory where he lived for three years, and ended his student life in stages.

He is just taking a break from school now, and it is difficult to find a job without a diploma. He can only send resumes to some part-time jobs and artist assistants. Not as expected.

Jiang Wei took over the tutoring job again, while continuing to look for a job, while relying on the tuition fees of a few students to maintain the rent and daily expenses, life is a bit tight.

He never had the habit of carefully checking the balance of his deposits before, but within a month after leaving school, checking the balance has almost become a daily compulsory course.

Also because of this, he discovered almost immediately that there was a large amount of money in his bank card.

Three starts, six figures, he was so surprised that he confirmed it several times in a row.

After confirming that Kali was indeed a windfall, Jiang Wei immediately called his father. Before he could speak, Jiang's father laughed first, "I found out so soon? Do you often check your balance recently?"

"Dad, do you dare not know me that well? If you don't know, you may think you tapped the camera." Jiang Wei was a little embarrassed.

Father Jiang still smiled, "What do you want to say when you call me?"

Jiang Wei: "This money?"

Father Jiang: "Do you think it was given to you for nothing?"

"Why not? Would you like me to help you buy some oil paintings? Or get some porcelain?"

"No need, part of the money is your own. When you were young, I bought you wealth management with the New Year's money, and the other part was lent to you. The [-] wealth management part was originally yours, and the rest is not much. How you want to use it is up to you, but you have to return it to me within ten years, with interest."

"Dad, are you kidding me?"

"Am I joking? If you don't have any ideas about the money, you can just pay it back to me later, but I hope you use it. There are many things you can try, such as building a studio or trying a small business. No matter what you want to do, it is always convenient to start with some money in hand. But the final decision is up to you, I still say that, remember to pay me back."

"Hahaha, Dad, you don't have an IOU. If I don't pay it back, what are you going to do?"

"If you don't return it, I'll ask Zilu to ask for it."

"Don't, don't dare not pay it back, don't complain to him."

"Okay, stop talking, I still have a meeting, take care of yourself."

Putting down the phone, Jiang Wei rubbed his eyes, took a deep breath, and walked out of the bank.

The crowds on the street are bustling with each other, everyone with different expressions and identities, running or leisurely, trying to find their place in this big city.

The road was somewhat blocked, and several taxis were honking their horns in unison, making a lot of noise.

A few old ladies in Beijing stopped, pointing at the taxi and yelling at them. There are so many Beijing movies without a word of swearing, but every sentence is worse than a sentence.

Jiang Wei bought herself an old popsicle, squatting on the side of the road and chewing on it.

The smell of rock sugar is like car exhaust, half refreshing and half dirty.

On the old locust tree above the head, the cicadas and insects sang heartlessly, knowing it.