summer passerby

It has just rained.It's not yet the nightclub's business hours, and there are only simple lights on above the bar. Chen Linxi changed into a tight leather skirt, tied four or five braids on both sides of her hair, and wore heavy makeup, but it was not gaudy. She was completely different from the fresh and clean dress she wore in school uniform two hours ago.

Hu Xiaowei was her colleague, and she asked her while finishing the wine, "I see you were wearing a school uniform when you came?"

Chen Linxi sat on the bar counter with both hands propped up, lit a cigarette with ease: "I borrowed it to chase someone."

Hu Xiaowei put two bottles of beer on the table: "Who is it? It can't be the high school student you mentioned, right?"

"Yes," Chen Linxi took a puff of cigarette and spit it out from her nose a few seconds later, "I have been chasing you for several months."

Hu Xiaowei dilated her pupils because of surprise: "As for it? This one can't be changed, if you want to fall in love, wouldn't a bunch of people line up if you waved?"

Chen Linxi chuckled: "That's different."

Hu Xiaomai disdains: "What's the difference? Men are rubbish. Now I only ask for one thing from my boyfriend: to be rich."

Chen Linxi smiled, paused for a moment, and said stubbornly, "He's different."

There are still 10 minutes before the start of the night show, and the loud music is already ringing in the ear, and the fast flashing neon lights are shining on the face, red, yellow, blue and green, and it is easy to get dizzy if you stare at it for a long time. Chen Linxi extinguished the scarlet Cigarette butts, remembering that night a few months ago.

The neon lights were flashing like this that day. She stood in the middle of the feasting crowd like an animal being watched, and several stacks of hundred-dollar bills were smashed on her face, making her shave painfully.

In fact, it's not a big deal when you look into it carefully, it's just that a man with a flushed face set out a row of wine on the booth, raised a few stacks of RMB and sprinkled it on her head, and said that as long as he finished drinking, he would give the money to her. your bullshit.

The man was in his early forties. He came in a neat suit, but after a few glasses of wine his jacket disappeared and his tie was torn in half.

Chen Linxi glanced at the wine on the table, four bottles of beer and one bottle of white.

She sneered, thinking that what a well-dressed beast, if he drank it, he might lose his liver.

But this kind of thing is not uncommon in nightclubs, and all kinds of ghosts and monsters will appear after drinking too much.Some people want to have fun, some people want to vent, as long as the money is enough, it will be considered a carnival if no lives are lost.

Anyway, in their eyes, probably the life of the wine girl is not fate.

A group of ghosts and monsters who had nothing to do with themselves and just watched the show began to push and instigate. Zhao Xu, Chen Linxi's boyfriend and manager, persuaded her to only drink half of the drink. She just felt bored and still stood stubbornly in the middle of the crowd.

I don't remember how long it took, but the people around suddenly became noisy, some were laughing, some were yelling, she raised her eyelids, and saw RMBs falling on the head of the drunken man.

A thin man walked out of the crowd, wearing the simplest white sweater and jeans, probably in his twenties.He was facing the light, and the mottled light occasionally swayed on his face, his facial features were clean and elegant.

Holding a few stacks of red renminbi, he walked to the drunk man with ease, and said with a casual smile, "Come on! I'll give you all the money after you drink up the row of wine on the table."

The good show was reversed, and the people around burst into cheers, and a few buddies who were too drunk pointed at the drunk man and shouted: "Drink! Drink!"

The drunken man couldn't hold back his face, he swung the cup in his hand and wanted to fight, but the young man didn't come alone, several boys of similar age stood up immediately.

After pushing and bumping several times, the drunk man restrained his arrogance, and hid back in his shell like a tortoise egg.

The sound of the music was deafening, and Chen Linxi was quickly squeezed out of the crowd. Crazy crowds were twisting on the stage, drinking and punching at the booth.

Except for the fish and the spectators, who only had a memory of seven seconds, no one remembered the farce just now.

That night Chen Linxi stood by the bar and thought for a long time, and finally did two things.

The first was to break up with Zhao Xu, and the second was to ask for the contact information of the young man.

It's a pity that the man was indifferent. He just tilted his head slightly, glanced at her in the shining light, and said, "Change to a normal job."

Chen Linxi thought it was funny, after staying in the mud for a long time, dragging a person with a stench all year round, how could he have many choices.

What else can she change to a normal job?After all, her life has never been normal since she was born.

It's all when the absurd drama came to an end, and the eyes opened and closed and they returned to the repetitive and boring daily torrent.

It's just that some things have changed subtly - she often thinks of the young man's indifferent eyebrows and eyes, and every time he dreams of the man looking back at her under the light, his thin lips are pursed into a line, and his heartbeat always accelerates violently.

Occasionally, when she was insensitively mixing drinks and throwing punches in the nightclub, she would think of what the man said, saying that she could change her life.

She asked around, and after a few weeks, she finally found out the man's name——He Ting.

He was actually a high school student, two years younger than her, but she seemed to have fallen in love with him somehow.

A few people stood sporadically on the dance floor swaying, Hu Xiaomao shook her hand, and pulled Chen Linxi back from her memories: "That man who always haunts your man, his name is Wang, he hasn't come for a long time."

"Wang Qi," when Chen Linxi heard this person, He Ting, who was lying on the ground bleeding from the corner of his mouth, frowned in disgust, "He was beaten into the hospital."

"More than that," Hu Xiaomai gossiped, "I heard that he was reported for drug trafficking when he was hospitalized and sentenced."

"Oh?" Chen Linxi only thought that this person was stinky and shameless, but she didn't expect that he was also contaminated with drugs, so she answered coldly, "He deserves it".

Hu Xiaowei said: "There are also those gangsters who are often with him. Those who are in prison are in prison, and those who move house are not offended by anyone."

Chen Linxi turned her head and thought about it, but it was not surprising. Wang Qi's vengeful character, coupled with his not very bright mind, would provoke people sooner or later.

It's just that this person ate a little late in prison, otherwise maybe He Ting would have escaped.

"That's good, no one bothers you now, you can chase Xiao Xianrou with peace of mind." Hu Xiaomai said.

Chen Linxi looked at her phone. She sent a text message to Xiao Xianrou an hour ago, but she hasn't replied yet.It would be a lie to say that she is not disappointed at all, but the harder it is to get something, the more it can arouse her desire.

She came down from the bar and threw her long braids behind her, as if answering Hu Xiaomai or talking to herself: "Chasing slowly, there is always a chance."

Once integrated into the life of the third year of high school, the time is astonishingly fast. He Ting found out that it was already a month after Crush disbanded.

That day, he managed to free himself from the English homework that Jiang Xindong had left for him. He turned on his phone and scanned casually, noticing information related to a talent show.

He has an impression of this draft, because the champion will sign a contract directly with He Wenbin's company.On his birthday, he rarely had a peaceful phone conversation with his father, and recommended Crush by the way.

Of course, He Wenbin has a lot of people, so he probably forgot about it when he turned around. Jiang Xindong is also busy participating in math competitions recently, so he obviously can't compete with this talent show.

But He Ting saw Yi Fan in a participating band.

That band is also from A University, but its performance was mediocre, and it was almost eliminated in the first round of primaries due to a mistake.

The bullet screen said in a flash, "The ones with a major in A are indeed laymen, and they can't compare with those with professional backgrounds."

He Ting was not convinced, and was depressed when he suddenly caught a glimpse of "The highest level of A University is Crush, it's a pity that it was disbanded" among the many bullet screens.

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't heard Jiang Xindong talk about the rehearsal for a long time.

In the video, the lead singer is wearing a shining costume and singing with a microphone.At this time, He Ting thought of Jiang Xindong who was not tired from practicing with the piano all afternoon, and Jiang Xindong who said that he liked "music" more in "Music and Mathematics".

Obviously he sings better, so he should stand in the spotlight.

On the phone, Jiang Xindong explained calmly, saying that there is always a banquet in the world, and the band really disbanded. He will continue to play the piano and sing, but it will not be his main business.

He Ting lowered his eyes, not knowing how to answer.

Although Zhuang Gaoyang had analyzed the situation of the band for him before, he did not expect this day to come so soon.

Many people think that Jiang Xindong is elusive, he always behaves extraordinarily calm and calm, as if nothing can affect his emotions, but He Ting understands that in fact, he is just good at hiding.

For example, Chen Linxi, he acted nonchalantly, if it wasn't for that unexpected dinner, He Ting would not have noticed that he cared at all.

So what now?Did he really put down the band and look forward, or did he just pretend to calmly comfort He Ting and convince himself by the way?

Maybe people who are good at science are good at logical sophistry, but He Ting couldn't pry Jiang Xindong's mouth open, and finally failed to get the answer.

Later, he took the initiative to ask Zhuang Gaoyang about this matter. Zhuang Gaoyang sighed on the phone and said: "One time I went to Dong Ge's house to play, and the hospital called suddenly, saying that his father's blood pressure had soared and he needed to be rescued. I followed him When I went to the hospital, my auntie passed out from crying at the door of the emergency room, and Brother Dong struggled to run up and down, busy running around, and then my uncle and aunt got better, and he was sick."

"Uncle has a lot of medical expenses, and we usually don't make much money from performances. Fortunately, he has won a lot of awards in recent years, and he has some scholarships in his bank card, so he can survive."

"From that day on, I understood that Brother Dong is the backbone of their family. He can only choose the most stable path, because life doesn't give him a chance to try and make mistakes."

After hanging up the phone, He Ting went to the balcony to have a wind. The conversation just now made him feel powerless.

Although the money in his bank card was six figures, he knew that it was his father's money.

His own ability is meager, once he leaves the ATM machine of He Wenbin, he might not even be able to support himself.

And...the two of them have gone out together so many times, knowing that his family is good, but when did Jiang Xindong ask him to pay?

No, not once.

On the contrary, since they fell in love, Jiang Xindong praised him.He thought it was troublesome to sort out the wrong set of questions, so Jiang Xindong copied it for him himself. At night, he casually said that he wanted to eat Nancheng's baked noodles, and Jiang Xindong bought it for him the next day.

He Ting has no doubts that Jiang Xindong has a sense of pride and forbearance, even if he offers it with both hands, his boyfriend will not accept any financial gifts from him.

Zhuang Gaoyang is right, not everyone can make choices as they like, most people always have to make choices, and most people always have regrets in their lives.

He Ting was just glad that his and Jiang Xindong's regrets were not each other's. After thinking about it, he dialed the other party's number and asked in a low voice: "Can you write me a song? I'm afraid you will forget how to write it when you are too busy in the future." gone."

Jiang Xindong laughed on the phone and agreed very readily without a moment's hesitation.He paused, and said seriously: "If you want, I can write every year from now on."

It was very late in the evening, the sunlight refracted at a low angle, and the sky was dyed a light pink-purple by the setting sun. The place where the plane passed by dragged a long tail, romantic and comfortable, like the best ending in all fairy tales.

The author says:

happy New Year!