Overtone

It was very cold in winter, and there was a gust of wind when the door was opened.

Qi Ye's head was dizzy, and when he sat in the co-pilot in a daze, he was dazzled by the setting sun in the distance.

"Kangaroo Bar?" Xiao Cheng turned on the turn signal to change lanes familiarly.

Qi Ye hummed: "The elevated highway may be blocked at this time, but there is a shortcut to take it."

Xiao Cheng nodded, and adjusted the phone navigation as Qi Ye said.

After the car passed two curves, it drove into the side road.

This is a quiet path. Compared with the monotonous scenery on the elevated road, there are more petty cafes and bars.The diners sat scattered on the open-air dining table by the plane tree, chatting happily.

"It feels really good here." Qi Ye said, "When I passed by for work before, I felt that the atmosphere was very good and lively."

Xiao Cheng took a look and said, "It's really good."

"That's not true. In the past, my roommates made an appointment to come here to pretend to be a petty bourgeoisie. Order a cup of coffee and then a book, and the mood will come out." Qi Ye said, "Zhou Qun also knows this place, and wants to grab a simple meal together and then I'm going to work, but unfortunately I don't have time afterwards, forget it."

Xiao Cheng listened and smiled: "You are very popular, there will always be opportunities in the future."

After finishing speaking, he paused for a moment, as if he had caught something, and suddenly asked, "Did you pass by here before going to work?"

"Yes. There was a car that could go directly to the bar before, but it was a detour." Qi Ye replied.

"now what?"

Qi Ye sighed, and said, "The route has been changed, I have to change two subways to get there."

It turned out that it was very convenient to go to work. I fell asleep when I got on the bus and slept all the way to the terminal.

It's a fairy way of attendance, and it's cheap.

"It started with road construction, but who knows that after the construction is completed, the route will not change, and the attendance time will increase in a straight line." Qi Ye's tone was also slightly complaining, as if he was poking at Qi Ye's sore spot, or for some other reason. Get up, "The boss is also picky, the car stickers are just so little, the two subways are much more expensive than the bus..."

Xiao Cheng just listened to him quietly.

At this moment, the car turned a corner and entered a quiet alley of Wutong.

"I can take you to work." Xiao Cheng said suddenly.

Qi Ye was taken aback when he heard that.

The car was silent for a few seconds.

"No kidding, drop by." Seeing that Qi Ye didn't answer, Xiao Cheng said it again, with a serious tone.Qi Ye turned his head to look at him, with the same expression as before, the ring shone slightly under the warm winter sun.

"Theatres and bars are not on the way." Qi Ye's eyes fell on his silver ring, and he said with a smile, "Besides, our time is not right. The bar has to go to work after six o'clock. Today is just a special rush."

"That's right."

"what?"

Xiao Cheng curled his lower lip, Qi Ye had never seen him smile so easily, he could even be said to be defenseless.

Well, he admits to misusing words again.

But it does feel like this. Before, it was herbal tea under the pine tree in winter to others, but now this smile seems to be hot tea, which warms even the heart.

"This week's performance is over." Xiao Cheng reminded.

It was only then that Qi Ye came to his senses.

How could he forget this.

Professor Xiao is not only the first violinist in the show, but also the teacher of the Conservatory of Music.

"I have classes at the Chengbei Campus, and get out of class ends at [-]:[-] p.m.." As if afraid that Qi Ye would not believe it, Xiao Cheng tapped the navigation a few more times with one hand, and turned his phone around, "Just on the way."

Qi Ye looked at the red and green road map.

From Chengbei Campus to his home, and then to the bar, it was indeed a smooth, almost straight line.

"No need, I'm so sorry," Qi Ye said.He turned his head to look at Xiao Cheng, and met his eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

Okay, my mind has been seen through.

"It's not free." Xiao Cheng said, "If you're really embarrassed, you can pay."

"What?" Qi Ye was startled, and then he squinted his eyes and smiled, "This is a bandit ship."

Xiao Cheng hooked his lower lip: "Then it's not bad to be a pirate."

Qi Ye could hear a smile in his tone.

Not to mention, Xiao Cheng is quite good at joking, usually he is cold and indifferent, he is gentle and polite to everyone, but he is not like this when we get to know each other well.

"On New Year's Day, the crew has a celebration, and they will stay in a suburban villa for two days." Xiao Cheng said, "Everyone in the crew will come."

Qi Ye understood immediately: "Shall I help you take pictures?"

"No." Xiao Cheng switched to driving with one hand, and said while driving the car music, "Come and play, relax."

Qi Ye was slightly taken aback, and after a few seconds, he stretched and leaned on the car seat: "This thief boat is pretty good, I don't even want to get off."

Xiao Cheng smiled: "Then don't go down."

"what?"

"Kidding."

After a few seconds of being in a daze, I heard Xiao Cheng say: "It's almost here, put on your coat, don't catch a cold."

Qi Ye glanced at the time, it was indeed time to arrive.

He suddenly felt an indescribable sense of loss.

How should I put it, it seems to be a little more lost than the previous barbecue stall.

And this emotion didn't disappear with time, when Qi Ye got off work in the middle of the night, Qi Ye was still thinking about Xiao Cheng's words, so that Xiao Chen called out several times, threatening to lock him up in the store if he didn't leave. Just come back to God.

"I said you, what happened today?" Xiao Chen turned off the light at the bar, "It's like losing your soul."

Qi Ye smiled and didn't answer him.

It was past one o'clock in the morning when we got home. After finishing the last few pictures, Qi Ye leaned on the back of the chair covered with coats, casually lit a cigarette, thoughtful.

He glanced at the guitar resting on the wooden chair, then turned his eyes back to the screen.

After a few seconds, the printer starts up.

— “Confession Night” sheet music in black and white, guitar version.

These few days Qi Ye woke up early, I don't know why.

He glanced at the 09:30 displayed on his phone, struggled for a while, and got up anyway.

Today is the day when Xiao Cheng returns to the Conservatory of Music to attend classes, and it is also the first day to send him to work.

Usually at this time, he was still in the time zone of other countries and fell asleep.Occasionally, I get up early so many times now, and I don't know what to do.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered the lunch he had with Xiao Cheng in the theater last week, thought for a few seconds, and went to the supermarket.

To be honest, Qi Ye has lived for nearly 30 years, and he hasn't been in the kitchen much.

There are many ways for lazy people to survive, such as self-heating hot pot, instant noodles, quick-frozen food, anyway, they will not die of hunger.So during the days of Bei Piao, he also saved trouble and never entered the public kitchen.

"Young man, is this your first time in the kitchen?" The grandma on the side came over with a rice-washing utensil, and smiled helplessly when she saw the crookedly peeled kiwi fruit, "This belt carries too much pulp, it's wasted."

"No way, technology is limited." Qi Ye smiled and continued to lower his head and fight with Kiwi.

In fact, he doesn't know how to do it at all, but he wants to cook on the spur of the moment, and there is only a fruit knife left at hand, which is the kind that has not been touched in hundreds of years and is put in the bottom of the box.

Grandma stared at the washed vegetables and food boxes on the plate, and seeing Qi Ye like that, she seemed to understand something.She took out a planer from the cabinet beside her and stuffed it into Qi Ye's hand: "Don't use a fruit knife, it's more convenient to use this."

Qi Ye quickly thanked: "Thank you, grandma."

"Kiwi fruit should be softer and sweeter." Grandma continued to add.

Qi Ye said "Yes": "It's the first time I cook seriously, I have no experience."

"It's okay, young people should practice their cooking skills more, it won't do any harm to their future lives." Grandma babbled to put the rice washing water into the sink, and said to Qi Ye before leaving, "You don't need to return the planer knife, I'll give it to her later It is convenient to use this when cooking.”

Qi Ye was startled, and even the movements of his hands paused.

Until the dinner for Xiao Cheng was finished, he didn't figure out who that "she" was.

Put the last bit of soba noodles into the food box, then garnish with shredded cucumber and carrots, and you're done.

Qi Ye was actually too embarrassed to bring food to Xiao Cheng directly, and it was strange no matter how you thought about it, that an old man made a simple lunch for another.

So besides Xiao Cheng's portion, Qi Ye made fried noodles with the remaining ingredients.

——Heavy oil, heavy hemp, and a lot of oily peppers.

In the past two years, I have met many people, and Qi Ye's taste has gradually become more northern. On the basis of thick oily red sauce, it also adds spicy.

In fact, it's pretty good. Whoever stipulates that spicy soy sauce can't be added, as long as you live freely.

While Qi Ye was cleaning the public kitchen, the mobile phone placed aside vibrated.

Xiao Cheng sent a text message.

-Xiao Cheng: There are still 5 minutes to arrive.

-Qi Ye: Alright, I'll go downstairs now.

-Xiao Cheng: It's a bit cold outside, remember to add a coat.

-Qi Ye: Follow orders, Professor Xiao.

Hurriedly walking out with the food box and coat, Qi Ye saw a slender figure on the side of the street, leaning quietly beside the car.

So he quickly raised the box in his hand, and greeted Xiao Cheng, and saw the other party staring over the long street covered with green vines.

At this time, the season is at the end of autumn, the red leaves are all over the ground, and the years are quiet.

And those familiar dark eyes, under the warm and bright sunshine, are filled with the tenderness of the whole autumn.

The author says:

Sorry for the lateness~ I will be on the high-speed rail all day tomorrow, so I may not have time to write.

Strive for an early update on Thursday.