mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

On the night I went to see the night view by the Jinjiang River, I drank wine, saw the Anshun Bridge, and told Qi Hao the story between me and Frank.

On the south bank of the Jinjiang River, the night breeze was blowing, passing by not too many people, and then, holding a beer, he randomly found a bench and sat down. Qi Hao was wearing a summer dk, his hair was cut short, but still Black, he rarely holds up his mobile phone to play games, but he doesn't play well at all.

I handed him the opened can and said, "Come on, cheers."

"Drink less," he said.

I raised my head and took a few sips. It was quite cold, and I said, "It's like water."

"I won't say that when I drink too much later." Qi Hao turned his face and focused his eyes on my face. He had seen me in a drunk situation, so he teased me very firmly.

I said, "Why do you even read my jokes?"

"Not without."

The sound of every word in his mouth is so tender and firm, perhaps, this is innate, if it were me, it would never be possible to speak to others with this tone.

Gusts of warm night wind blew over, Qi Hao and I just talked face to face, he didn't take a few sips, I had already finished a can of wine.

There was a convenience store bag next to it, which contained a few random wines. I opened a bottle of Jiangxiaobai made in Chongqing, swallowed it in one gulp, and said, "It's not as good as Niulan Mountain."

"You said you didn't like liquor."

"Originally, but it doesn't seem so annoying after drinking it last time." I said.

Qi Hao shook his head and said, "It's better to drink less, it's not good for your health."

I don't want to get drunk, but in this situation, it seems like you have to drink to have a good conversation.

But before I was ready to confide, Qi Hao asked, "Is there anything you can't let go of?"

I shake my head.

"Or someone who can't let go?"

I still shake my head, still shake my head.

Hot air rose from the eye sockets, baking the air hot. I looked at the lights on Jinjiang, blinked, and continued to be in a daze.

Qi Hao said slowly: "Yes, I've seen it for a long time."

"You can see a ghost."

"The one you called drunk last time?"

"That..." I took a deep breath and said, "I don't love you anymore."

The tone was too free and easy, I looked at Qi Hao's slightly narrowed eyes because of doubts, and repeated: "I don't like that one, I don't like it anymore."

"is it?"

"Correct."

I reacted for about three seconds, because the word "yes" was hoarse and unpleasant, Qi Hao handed me a clean log-colored tissue, and only then did I realize that tears were hanging on my chin.

Qi Hao didn't even say "don't cry". When I looked into the distance, he also looked into the distance.

I explained: "I can't control my emotions after drinking, so don't think too much about it."

"You are surrounded by a colorful world. I thought you didn't care about love at all. It seems that I was wrong." Qi Hao took another tissue. Wet marks, then, stuff the damp tissue into my hand.

I said, "You're right, I just don't care, I have so many exes, I don't care about them all, there are plenty of people with two legs."

"Okay," Qi Hao said, "You don't care about them, I understand."

But I don’t seem to care, even if I think I’m cured once, I will still be caught off guard. I sometimes feel that I hate Frank, and I am glad that I can finally hate him.

But at this time, I can't hate it anymore.

People are so strange, always changing, always changing.

Thinking about it later, the past between me and Frank is not really a story.

At most, it is the fragments of life dominated by various emotions. I talked a lot to Qi Hao that night, and he has been listening carefully. He said: "Forgetting is a very, very long process."

"But he likes someone else now, and I'm not that special, am I?"

"No," Qi Hao took a deep breath audibly, and said, "I can't figure it out, he doesn't even like you, who else can he like."

"Someone better than me."

After all, I didn't go to drink coffee with Qi Hao, but we went shopping together. From morning to night, we went shopping in the most prosperous places in Chengdu for a whole day.

I went to eat barbecue at noon, and there was an event in the store. The waitress sister came to me with a plate full of game props, and she smiled very enthusiastically. , are the two of you a couple? Would you like to challenge our couple game?"

I shook my head quickly and said, "No, thank you."

"Handsome guy, don't be embarrassed, you are wearing couple outfits, right?"

The waitress sister blinked expectantly at me, I pursed my lips and smiled bitterly, while Qi Hao looked at me expressionlessly, it seemed that there was almost no hope of negotiating with him, so I had to put on a false smile and said: "No Couple outfits, no, thank you, we won't be participating."

After the waiter walked away, I didn't know what to say for a while, Qi Hao was still like that, as if he would never understand what embarrassment was, I touched the tip of my nose and said: "You guys from Chengdu are indeed... well-deserved reputation .”

"Praise or scold?"

"Of course it's a boast." I gave a thumbs up.

I was a little carried away in Chengdu, and the date of returning to Beijing was postponed several times. Until the afternoon of the shopping day, Zhou Yiyi suddenly called me and said, "I will record a song the day after tomorrow. You can figure it out yourself. Go out for a walk and go for a walk." I haven't been recognized for a long time, think about it and feel a sense of crisis, right?"

"Understood," I lowered my voice, hid in a corner to answer the phone, and said, "I will definitely call back tomorrow, definitely, I am still outside, can I call you back tomorrow morning?"

"You should thank me for not giving up on you."

"Thank you, thank you." I am respectful and humble, I just want to hang up the phone quickly, and then end this long vacation with food, drink and merrymaking.

In the evening, I went to the Qing Bar with Qi Hao. The uncle on the stage sang folk songs with a guitar in his arms. My hands were itchy when I saw it, so I went up and sang an original song that I wrote recently.

There is a gloomy light above my head, but it seems to me to be earnest and solemn. When I hug someone else's guitar, listen to someone else's drum, close my eyes and immerse myself in the music, I miss my band very much, miss I used to spend my own money to perform with passion, and I miss the serious devotion when participating in the competition, I miss every song, and I miss every meeting.

miss everyone.

Early the next morning, I contacted Zhou Yiyi during working hours, and she said, "I saw a video of you singing on the Internet, and it seems that no one knows about it."

"I declare that it was taken by a passer-by, and I have no knowledge of it."

Then, Zhou Yiyi suddenly praised me, saying that the songwriting has improved a lot, and the singing has become more mature. I held up my phone and answered "Yeah", and said, "Don't praise me like that, I'm panicking."

"How is it? Are you ready to play?" Zhou Yiyi asked.

I said, "It's fine, everything is fine."

"Then come back?"

"Okay, come back."

This back is a pun. If you are going back to Beijing from Chengdu, you have to be ready to go back to work. I folded my clothes and put them in the suitcase. Then, Qi Hao who knocked on the door stuffed me with a big bag of Sichuan specialties. .

He said: "Take it, my dad bought it for you, and asked me to give it to you when I went to work in the morning."