Pilot

Shi Ye had noticed Sheng Xia's dress today.He was wearing a pair of white sneakers, but he was wearing a pair of red socks... Although the overall appearance was okay, Shi Ye would always look at the exposed red socks for no reason.

It's weird, but that kind of weird... subtly harmonious with the midsummer temperament.

After walking for a while, Shi Ye saw that he kept his head down and looked not in a good mood, so he asked casually: "You sang well last night, do you like singing?"

When mentioning this matter, Sheng Xia only felt embarrassed, and answered reluctantly: "I don't play the guitar well, so Teacher Shi Ye doesn't need to comfort me."

"I didn't comment on your guitar, I just said you sing well." Shi Ye's voice was flat, and he repeated again, "You sing well."

Sheng Xia didn't know that Shi Ye seldom praised others on a daily basis, nine out of ten words would hurt others, and saying "not bad" is already a fantasy.At the moment, Sheng Xia only feels that Shi Ye's words are comforting herself, not to mention that Sheng Xia has no confidence at all in front of this person, so she can only answer awkwardly: "No... I just sing casually, as a hobby, with Shi Ye Teachers can't compare."

"Sing casually?" Shi Ye smiled, "Well, your hobby is singing, and you have a lot of professional musical instruments at home, even a high-priced Steinway piano."

Sheng Xia was at a loss for words for a long time, knowing that Shi Ye probably saw that it was his room.He thought for a long time before deciding to confess: "I... like singing very much. I have loved singing since I was a child, and I have also played the piano since I was a child."

This sentence is still a lie. To be precise, I only started to like singing after I knew about the pilot and Shi Ye.

Sheng Xia thought Shi Ye would say something, but Shi Ye just smiled: "That's good, it's good as a hobby, and it's good to entertain yourself."

"It's not a pastime!" Sheng Xia blurted out this sentence, and when Shi Ye looked at Sheng Xia, he avoided his eyes and continued in a low voice, "That's... Teacher Shi Ye, when I was young, I learned to speak later than others, and my expressive ability seems to be poor. I'm weaker than others, I always feel that I can't express myself, and others don't always understand me... But until I started playing the piano and reading music..."

Sheng Xia was walking and phrasing. He felt that he couldn't speak clearly, and his face was a little red with anxiety: "How should I put it... just a few days ago, I read the travel notes of Haruki Murakami called "If Our Language Is Whiskey" , I had the same feeling at that time, I felt that expressing myself is more suitable to use music instead of words, maybe you think I am very strange... singing is not a pastime for me, it is... it represents my emotions and myself, It's also an outlet..."

Probably because he felt that what he said was a bit confusing and messy, so he gave up after talking about Midsummer, turned his head and sighed for himself.

After listening to this passage, Shi Ye turned his head and took a serious look at Sheng Xia.

There are many, many people of all kinds who have passed by Shi Ye's life, some have deep ties, some have shallow intersections, he can judge from the expressions on those faces, what kind of reaction the other party wants from him, or judge in his heart What kind of person the other party is is a necessary skill for Shi Ye.

But Shi Ye couldn't judge the nature of Midsummer from one or two times of getting along.Sometimes I feel that I can see through it at a glance, like spring water that can be seen at the bottom at a glance, and sometimes I feel that midsummer is like the sea and the sky... There seem to be some strange things in those eyes that are always out of focus, things that I can't grasp .

Logically speaking, this little friend in front of him, who is much younger than himself, is nothing more than a random encounter to Shi Ye. If he meets by chance, he may part ways tomorrow.Shi Ye has always been tired of understanding an insignificant person who won't stay in his life, that's a meaningless act.

But the strange thing is that he is actually very curious about Midsummer.

What's even more strange is that Shi Ye actually felt that he was faintly envious of this innocent-looking young man in front of him, although he couldn't tell what he was envious of.

Shi Ye thought for a while, and said in a comforting tone: "Actually, when I was young, I often felt like you...I felt that the world didn't understand me, and I didn't understand the world either. Competitive, very angry every day. But I think you are in a much healthier state than me at the moment, except for..." Shi Ye paused, meaning, "except for smoking."

It was another topic that Midsummer couldn't justify for herself.With an embarrassed expression on his face, he forced himself to make excuses: "This... In fact, it's okay for a man to smoke. I know a few classmates..."

"At what age are you a man? At your age, to put it mildly, you are a teenager, and to put it plainly, you are a half-grown child." Shi Ye really laughed out loud this time, "Xie Hong said you are not yet an adult, right?" Well, if you don’t smoke enough, you won’t grow taller in the future, little tour guide.”

Shi Ye's tone was casual, but every word was carried with strength, and it was sent to Sheng Xia's ears, which only made him feel embarrassed.

The pride of young people made Shengxia finally say: "...I'm going to be an adult, I'm not a child anymore."

"Okay, you're an adult." Shi Ye also knew that a boy of this age had to follow them, "But it's not good for adults to smoke. Smoking is harmful to your health, and it's not good for your voice. If you like to sing, you must protect your voice. .”

"But I've been looking forward to smoking..." Sheng Xia seemed a little embarrassed, "And for a while, watching Cobain's scene, he smoked during halftime, and I thought it was very cool."

Shi Ye thought he was really a child: "I don't comment on Cobain, let's just talk about smoking and discuss the facts. I personally think that smoking is not cool, it is not good for your health, and it is not good for you. Look... When people mention rock and roll, they always think of sex, violence, tobacco and alcohol... How should I put it, probably because I personally don’t like this stereotype. In my heart, it’s not that smoking, drinking, and ear piercing can rock and roll, but making music is In order to convey and narrate, rock does not have to be decadent or dark, rock can also be very healthy, it is gentle in my heart, it is a kind of strength..."

Sheng Xia listened very carefully. As Shi Ye was talking, he saw those eyes looking at him with expectation and admiration. He couldn't continue for a moment, and he didn't understand why he started teaching this child for no reason. up.

"I understand, Teacher Shi Ye." Sheng Xia lowered her head and looked at the red socks she was showing, "No one understands better than me."

What tenderness?

Is it the wind in front of you, the sun, or this moment.

Is it rock, music, or Shi Ye.

Sheng Xia spoke in a low voice, Shi Ye didn't hear his last few words clearly, so he asked, "What did you just say?"

"It's nothing." Sheng Xia raised his head and pointed to the store in front of him, "We're here, Teacher Shi Ye."

Later, when Shi Ye was cutting his hair in the shop, Sheng Xia quietly went to a corner where no one was around and smoked two cigarettes.

When did he start learning to smoke?It seems to be 13 years old.Sheng Xia's adolescence was not going well, because she was thin and weak, and she was not good at speaking, and she was always bullied by her classmates.Sheng Xia couldn't remember those unpleasant memories, but it was at that time that he learned to smoke.

At that time, Zhao Jie was very busy with business, so she couldn't take care of him well.He goes home alone after school every day, listens to Shi Ye singing in his ears in a deserted place 100 meters outside the community, smokes a few more cigarettes, and returns home after the smell of the smoke dissipates, playing the role of a Obedient son.

Maybe Zhao Jie knew it, maybe she didn't know it, gradually Sheng Xia began to feel that it was not important.At the beginning, I didn’t have any addiction to smoking. I just wanted to smoke at those fixed points, such as when I came home from school, when I listened to the pilot, when I woke up in the middle of the night, and when I saw the stars in the attic, for example, when Zhao Jie said, be good, mom When I love you so much.

Strange proclivities.It's not necessary to smoke, but it seems that an act opposite to "obedience" is needed to prove that I seem to be fighting against something, rebelling against something?Sheng Xia couldn't describe it clearly, but in his mind, when he was smoking, he was gray.

There is a little flickering red in the middle of the gray, which is the flickering cigarette butt when breathing in and out, exhale, inhale, exhale, inhale, Sheng Xia once described it in his diary, and felt that the rhythm of smoking was the heartbeat.

The one who cut Shi Ye's hair was a boy with dyed yellow hair, who looked to be in his early twenties.Inside the store are pop songs that Shi Ye has never heard, and they are also types that he can't appreciate.Halfway through the cut, the barber talked to him: "I look familiar to you, which celebrity you look like..."

Shi Ye looked at himself in the mirror, and answered calmly: "Oh? Who do you look like?"

"It seems to be a singer. My buddy still likes to listen to it. I forgot what it's called." The barber smiled, "It's pretty good, star face."

Shi Ye didn't speak any more, just smiled.

This trip alone gave him a feeling, in fact, he is not very special.Even though he has held so many tours, released many best-selling records, and there are so many videos, photos and discussions of himself on the Internet, after he really puts himself into real life, the frequency of being called by his name on the road is not high. so high.

Sometimes when Shi Ye looks at himself in the camera, he also feels strange, as if something is distorted, it is indeed his face, but there is something different.

It's normal not to know him.It is impossible that everyone has heard his songs and everyone likes him.After leaving the circle in which he was at ease, Shi Ye was nothing more than a small existence.

When Sheng Xia walked in the door, Shi Ye had already finished the cut, looked refreshed, and was taking out his wallet to pay.When Sheng Xia heard Shi Ye said with a smile: "Why is it more expensive to have a haircut than Beijing in a small city like yours?"

The older cashier rested his head and yawned lazily, and didn't recognize Shi Ye, so he replied, "The price of pork has increased recently."

Shi Ye: "? What is the relationship between the increase in the price of haircuts and the increase in the price of pork?"

The cashier finally raised his head and took a serious look at Shi Ye, and said in Mandarin with a slight accent: "Because the barber wants to eat pork, the price of haircuts in the barbershop has increased. Do you understand?"

Shi Ye: "..."

midsummer:"……"

The author has something to say: Pork is a real thing that happened that day. Although it feels a bit rotten, I wrote it because it was really funny.