This room was the reception room of the former steel mill. It had a toilet. Although it was abandoned, it still had the owner. The water was always there, so Li Yan was the first to grab this room.
This place looks quite desolate, but apart from the fact that it is very lively near the factory when the weather is warm, there are not people here at all. There are people who are looking for a place to stay just like them, but they are not as diligent as they are.
Gu Fei didn’t come here often, but today he wanted to invite Jiang Cheng to have a meal, but he didn’t want to be too far from home, and there weren’t any decent restaurants nearby. He thought of this when Jiang Cheng said it didn’t matter.
"Is there no heating here?" Jiang Cheng stomped his feet while sitting on the sofa.
"Let's make a fire yourself," Gu Fei took a lighter from the table and threw it at him. "There's carbon in the bag next to the sofa. Find some rags outside... Can you make a fire?"
"Yes." Jiang Cheng got up and went out. After two seconds, he slammed the door and came in again, holding a piece of rag in his hand, with a stiff expression on his face.
Gu Fei was holding a pack of disposable plates and was about to divide the dishes first, when he was taken aback by his movement: "What's wrong?"
"Fuck," Jiang Cheng pinched the piece of rag with his two fingernails, "I just picked this up... There's actually a dead rat underneath! It's scary enough for me!"
"Then you still hold it strong?" Gu Fei didn't understand.
"I think it should be easy to use, so I'm strong..." Jiang Cheng threw the rag into the brick stove, "It should be enough to set fire to it."
"You can find something else to ignite after walking ten more steps. There's no dead mouse down there." Gu Fei continued to put the dishes on the plate.
"I'm so cold that I don't want to move," Jiang Cheng crouched in front of the stove, "I think I've practiced it now. There are cockroaches in Li Baoguo's pot."
"He doesn't usually cook, but takes care of the food at the poker place." Gu Fei said.
"I see," Jiang Cheng lit the piece of cloth, "If he wants to manage the bed, it is estimated that his house can be sold."
"I can't sell it," Gu Fei took the pot to the toilet faucet to wash it, and then took a pot of water out, "The houses are all from the original steel mill, and most of the people here are so poor that they are the only ones left."
"...Oh." Jiang Cheng put two pieces of charcoal into the fire, staring at them seemed a little dazed.
After the carbon was all set, Gu Fei put a pot of water on it, smashed two pieces of ginger, and threw them in, followed by a small packet of prepared wolfberry and red dates.
"Are you making soup?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Well," Gu Fei held the lid of the pot, "do you like soup or meat?"
"... What do you mean?" Jiang Cheng looked at him in confusion, "You cook a pot of chicken, and then you just let me choose between drinking soup and eating meat?"
Gu Fei sighed: "No, put the chicken in cold water, the soup will be thicker and more delicious, if the water is boiled and then put the chicken, the chicken will have more flavor."
"Oh," Jiang Cheng replied in surprise, "Why?"
Gu Fei felt that Jiang Cheng’s reaction perfectly reflected the qualities of a true scholar, lacking common sense and having a thirst for knowledge, but he didn’t want to explain to Jiang Cheng, “Just say which one you like.”
"Tang." Jiang Cheng answered simply, and took out his phone.
"Well," Gu Fei put the chicken into the pot and closed the lid, "the chicken is already cooked, let's grill it first."
"Okay," Jiang Cheng stood up while looking at his phone, "What am I going to do?"
"Eat." Gu Fei replied.
Li Yan and his group especially like to barbecue here, so everything is quite complete. After Gu Fei set up the barbecue grill, he took a little carbon from the stove. Today, all the meat he bought was ready-made. Just brush the ingredients and bake it, it's very simple.
"Put the chicken in cold water, and the flavor of the chicken will be released little by little as the temperature rises, so the soup will be very thick," Jiang Cheng sat by the stove, looking at his phone while the fire was on fire, "Put the chicken in boiling water, the chicken The skin is instantly cooked, and it seals the flavor inside, so the chicken tastes stronger... right?"
"...Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Are you still going to make a note?"
"This kind of thing usually doesn't require memorizing the original text, just understand the meaning." Jiang Cheng also looked at him.
Gu Fei turned his head and started brushing the meat. When Jiang Cheng said something like this, he was very scholarly, and he was the type of person who couldn't keep up when he opened his mouth.
"Do you guys always get together here? There are so many things," Jiang Cheng stood by the barbecue grill, "Even cumin?"
"Cumin pepper powder and chili powder are all there, but I don't know if they have expired or not, and I don't know when they bought it." Gu Fei said.
"... day," Jiang Cheng took the bottle, "Let me see... the shelf life is 36 months, so it shouldn't be a problem, you guys wouldn't have eaten it more than 30 months ago, right?"
"How long is 36 months?" Gu Fei took the bottle without raising his head and began to sprinkle powder.
"Three years." Jiang Cheng said.
"At most half a month ago," Gu Fei said, "You are really particular about it, I usually eat it if it doesn't smell weird."
"You have no choice but to eat like this because you don't understand the expiration date." Jiang Cheng said.
"Yeah," Gu Fei glanced at him, "It can't be compared to the meticulous life of a scholar."
After the meat skewers were grilled for a while, they began to drip oil, and the smoke in the room began to emit a strong aroma.
Roasting skewers is not a technically difficult task, and Gu Fei seemed to be very skilled, so Jiang Cheng didn’t help, and sat back next to the chicken soup to cook it on fire.
It was silent outside the house, the sky was completely dark, the open window was like a black cloth, which made people feel a little cold, but the stove and barbecue in front of them were bright and steadfast.
This kind of feeling is very strange, just like sitting in a small steamed bun with cornmeal that day, there is a cold street outside, there is a cold wind, and the car is quiet.
Now outside the window is the black unknown and uneasy, while the eyes are bright and warm.
Jiang Cheng quite liked this feeling.
After such a long time, he came here with depression and anger, confusion and confusion, and various discomforts. Until today, until now, he suddenly has a feeling of stepping on the ground.
Although this feeling may only be temporary, or it may be just a sensory illusion, at this moment he can't help but want to experience it quietly.
"Can I eat spicy food?" Gu Fei asked.
"A little is fine, not too much." Jiang Cheng said.
Gu Fei sprinkled a little chili powder, put a few skewers of meat on a plate and handed it to him: "Try it, I like it a little mushy, these skewers aren't very mushy."
"I also like a bit burnt," Jiang Cheng took a bunch and took a bite, "It tastes good."
"I thought none of you Xueba would eat burnt ones. It depends on the expiration date. Why don't you worry about eating burnt ones and causing cancer?" Gu Fei continued to grill the meat skewers on the rack.
"Are you bothered?" Jiang Cheng said while eating, "How much resentment do you have for Xueba, you are so bitter."
"I've lived for almost 18 years, and it's the first time I see a real scholar, and I can't help but feel up and down." Gu Fei put the rest of the meat skewers on a plate, piled them high, and then turned them upside down by the stove. Putting it on the wooden box on the table, "Xuebazui still owes a lot."
It was a very pleasant enjoyment to eat skewers while guarding the fire when it was cold. Jiang Cheng didn’t want to quarrel with Gu Fei for the time being, he didn’t say a word, he just buried his head and ate.
"Drink something?" Gu Fei flipped through a cardboard box next to him, "I remember that I didn't finish the wine I bought last time."
"White?" Jiang Cheng asked.
"Nonsense, do you drink beer on such a cold day?" Gu Fei took out a bottle of wine and put it on top of the wooden box, "A bottle of Niu Er touched you and me at this time."
Jiang Cheng looked at the bottle of wine, hesitated for a while and nodded: "Okay, let's have some."
When Gu Fei poured out the wine, Jiang Cheng was taken aback, and the paper cup filled to the brim. He had never drank white wine like this before, but because of the way he and Gu Fei might choke at any time, he did not speak, and remained silent. He watched Gu Fei put a full glass of wine in front of him.
"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say thank you," Gu Fei picked up the cup, "but I still have to say thank you formally."
"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say you're welcome..." Jiang Cheng also picked up the cup, "But I still have to say that you don't have to be so polite."
Gu Fei smiled, took a cup and knocked on his cup, and took a sip of wine.
Jiang Cheng glanced at his glass, this bastard drank liquor like beer in one sip, so he had to take a similar sip according to the specification.
The wine burned all the way from the throat to the stomach, and then rose all the way up from the stomach, igniting the neck and the base of the ear.
Gu Fei glanced at him: "You don't usually drink bars?"
"It's not like drinking white wine like beer." Jiang Cheng said, taking a mouthful of meat at the bottom. In fact, in this cold weather, it was quite enjoyable to take such a mouthful while guarding the fire.
"You can just take two sips," Gu Fei said, "Isn't it still hurt?"
"I don't feel anything today," Jiang Cheng pressed the location of the wound, but he really didn't feel anything. He hesitated for a while and asked, "Gu Miao... how is it?"
"Staying at home for the time being," Gu Fei took another sip of wine, "Yesterday, the parent asked the parents of the other two children to go to school together to make trouble."
"Fuck it!" Jiang Cheng frowned, "It must be what they did that Gu Miao reacted like that. She usually doesn't look at people directly, okay?"
"They are drawing on Ermiao's book," Gu Fei opened the lid of the soup pot, the soup inside was already boiling, he tasted it, and added salt and monosodium glutamate, "Ermiao wants to handle it herself, I will I didn't go to the school to ask, and I didn't expect her to handle it like this."
Jiang Cheng could almost imagine what kind of paintings would be on the book, such an old child, a child who said "he was just a child" in the mouth of an adult was often the most cruel.
He still remembers that when he was in elementary school, there was a child with a slightly lower IQ in his class who was ostracized and bullied by almost the whole class. He even participated in it, as if he was afraid that if he appeared different from most people, he would have the same treatment.
"Then the school will let Gu Miao go home?" Jiang Cheng said, "Regardless of the cause and effect? Even if it's wrong to beat someone, it's not like they won't be allowed to go to school!"
"The school didn't agree to accept her in the first place. I begged the principal for a long time," Gu Fei paused for a while, then looked at him again, "Er Miao should go to a special school."
"...Really." Jiang Cheng guessed that there was something wrong with Gu Miao, but when he heard Gu Fei say the words "special school", he still didn't know how to proceed.
"She was born... a little problem," Gu Fei sprinkled some cumin on a string of meat, "I can't speak, I didn't speak until I was two or three years old. I can’t learn things, and I don’t seem to be able to express myself. I scream when I’m hungry, thirsty, and uncomfortable.”
"Then she..." After Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, he didn't continue. When Gu Fei said these words, he kept staring at the things in his hands. He didn't seem to care, but he could sense his depression.
Jiang Cheng didn't ask any more questions, and Gu Fei didn't go on to say, what was the problem with Gu Miao, how did the scar on the back of her head come from, and was it really like what Li Baoguo said, she was thrown by Gu Fei's father. .
There are also rumors about Gu Fei that are true or false.
He was curious about these, but he didn't plan to ask any more.
The chicken soup is delicious. I don't know if it's because the hot chicken soup looks extra tempting in the cold weather. He felt a little dizzy when he took a sip.
"This chicken soup is on top." Jiang Cheng sighed.
"You bastard bought it," Gu Fei took a sip of wine, held the glass in front of him and shook it, "It's on top."
"...Oh," Jiang Cheng paused, picked up the wine and took a sip, then nodded again, "Yes."
Although the alcohol level was high, Jiang Cheng didn’t usually drink baijiu much, but now that he was eating and drinking, the wine in a paper cup was almost at the bottom.
I don't know if it was because of this reason, he suddenly wanted to laugh, just like he was smirking when he talked about the fight in Gu Fei's store that day, but now he really wants to giggle.
"I..." He turned his head to look at Gu Fei.
Gu Fei was taking a sip of the soup, looked at him, turned his head away, and then spit out the soup in one mouthful.
With this spray, their giggling switch was turned on.
Jiang Cheng laughed so much that he couldn't hold the chopsticks anymore. The chopsticks fell on the table. He wanted to put them away, but the chopsticks rolled to the ground again.
Gu Fei was holding the bowl, and when he saw the small wooden stick, he laughed so much that half of the soup in the bowl spilled out.
"I can't do it anymore," Jiang Cheng smiled while pressing his hand on the wound on his ribs, "I'm a wounded man, I can't smile like this..."
Gu Fei didn't speak, leaned against the wall behind him, continued to laugh for a while, and finally sighed: "I'm almost out of breath."
After laughing, Jiang Cheng originally felt that because the wind was blowing in from the open window, he would occasionally feel a little cold on his back, but now his back was sweating.
"Hey," Jiang Cheng took out his pocket, trying to find some paper to wipe his mouth, but he didn't touch it for a long time, "I'm exhausted."
"Looking for paper?" Gu Fei pointed to the table behind him, "There's it there."
Jiang Cheng turned his head, and there were a few rolls of paper on the broken table behind him.
He reached for it, took a roll, and a piece of paper that was taken off the table fell at his feet.
When he picked it up and wanted to put it back, he stopped again, staring at the things on the paper for a while.
The kraft paper with the staff printed on it was torn from the staff book. He was very familiar with this paper, and his favorite was the staff book in the color of the kraft paper.
There is nothing too strange about a sheet of staff. A scumbag like Gu Fei probably bought it as an English book...
But what surprised him was what was written on the paper.
Half a page of sheet music.
"Fuck," Jiang Cheng blinked, leaning on the edge of the table with his hands, trying to align the double images in front of him, and then hummed a few words, "It's really nice, what song?"
Gu Fei was still leaning against the wall, staring at him for a while before saying, "You still know music?"
"Nonsense," Jiang Cheng also leaned back while holding the score, leaned on the leg of the table, and looked down, "We Xueba, we can do anything... This, who wrote the song?"
Gu Fei didn't say anything.
Jiang Cheng looked at him for a while, then raised his eyes to look at him, and pointed at him with his finger: "What did you write?"
"Huh?" Gu Fei took a sip of wine, "Why me, do you think I look like someone who can write songs?"
"It's not like that, but..." Jiang Cheng flicked the paper, "But this key signature, look at this b, it's the same as what you wrote, with a long section at the bottom, like one hand akimbo."
"What the hell." Gu Fei smiled.
"You wrote it? Or did you copy it for someone else?" Jiang Cheng shook the paper at him, and snorted again, "It sounds very good."
"A Xueba is a Xueba, right from the middle and high school staff, I can still remember this." Gu Fei did not answer his words.
"Damn, underestimate our school tyrants," Jiang Cheng stood up, slapped the paper on the table, and felt that he was probably really enjoying himself at this moment, and he was in high spirits, and he spoke with wind, "I give Open your eyes."
"Are you going to sing?" Gu Fei was also very interested, standing up against the wall and applauding him.
"Wait," Jiang Cheng went to the sofa and picked up his schoolbag, "I don't remember if I brought it with me... Usually I bring it with me... Oh, yes."
Gu Fei watched Jiang Cheng rummage through his schoolbag for a long time, and then pulled out a translucent slender plastic box, a flute
Jiang Cheng knew the music, and he could hum the music immediately, which surprised him. For someone like Jiang Cheng, even if Lao Xu said he was a scholar, not many people would believe him if his grades were not released. Fighting and hurting people are all good things, so it's not surprising to be able to play, but reading music is the real surprise.
Just like myself, even if Gu Fei wrote the composition, people who didn't know him thought he was the one who beat the composition and grabbed it.
Jiang Cheng must have been excited to drink. A paper cup of wine was about two and a half, and Jiang Cheng’s cup was already empty. For people who don’t usually drink often, eating at a speed of two and a half is almost a virtue.
"The flute? It's so thin." Gu Fei looked at the slender black metal official in his hand.
"Well, whistle," Jiang Cheng cleared his throat, "I like the Irish whistle, but I don't usually play it, and I didn't play it at home before."
"Why?" Gu Fei asked.
"Because it's not as good as the piano," Jiang Cheng smiled, "My mother... Anyway, I don't like it, and I'm noisy, she likes the piano."
"Do you still know how to play the piano?" Gu Fei looked at Jiang Cheng's hand, but he didn't usually pay attention, but after Jiang Cheng's fingers were pressed against the air holes of the flute, they were quite long, and the knuckles on the slender fingers were clear, but Not abrupt.
"Yes, do you want to kneel? I see there is a cushion on the sofa, you can bring it here," Jiang Cheng pointed at the ground in front of him with his whistle, "Just put it here and kneel."
Gu Fei laughed, touched a cigarette and lit it.
He felt that he had never heard a whistle before, but after Jiang Cheng blew a short piece of it, he realized that Ding Zhuxin liked Celtic music for a while, and listened to it all day. There should be whistle flutes as well.
He didn't know what Jiang Cheng was talking about, but it sounded familiar.
I just sighed that I didn’t expect Jiang Cheng to still play this game, and it blows so well, with his fingers twitching on the air holes… Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped, turned his head and coughed twice, “I’m sorry, I’ll start again.”
Gu Fei had to applaud again.
Jiang Cheng glanced at him, put the flute back to his mouth, lowered his eyes, and between the beating of his fingers, the notes slipped out again.
This was the first time Gu Fei had heard someone play the flute in front of him, and he had an indescribable feeling.
Jiang Cheng's usual displeasure and irritability on his face disappeared when the first note jumped out, and the lightly trembling eyelashes looked quiet and steady.
At this moment, Gu Fei suddenly and sincerely accepted the setting that Jiang Cheng was a true scholar.
The author has something to say:
It's time for talent show, Da Fei, please be sure to stare at Brother Cheng who is shining all over his body. Says the author who has been enjoying hot coffee all the time with the heated coaster.
I will share the tune that Brother Cheng played today on the scarf, you can listen to it for easy substitution. The author, who felt that he was super caring, pulled out the small black cashmere pad from the cabinet and said while patting the fur.
Privacy and wine! That's the author's way! The small black cashmere pad lay on the ground and shouted loudly.