Cao Ye returned to the room unhappy, Liang Sizhe was half-squatting on the ground, digging his head into the open suitcase to find something.
"Which one do you sleep in?" Seeing him coming back, Liang Sizhe raised his head and asked him.
"It doesn't matter," Cao Ye said cheerfully, "You can choose, I don't necessarily live here."
"I can do it, too." Liang Sizhe said, took the bath towel and a change of clothes to the bathroom, "You choose, I'll take a shower first."
Beijing is ten degrees higher than Yancheng. At that time, the air conditioner was not turned on downstairs, and the air was so oppressive that he was sweating profusely. Taking a shower before changing clean clothes is a habit taught by his mother since he was a child. Although no one has talked about this in his ear for a long time, this habit is still intact to this day.
The sound of water in the bathroom clattered, Cao Ye stood in front of the bed by the window, threw himself on the bed, lay on the ground like a corpse for a few minutes, took out the phone in his pocket, and began to send all the way to the address book. The fox friends in the house made calls.
Dial down according to the first letter, starting from the top B: "He Xiaobai, I am Cao Ye, where are you? What are you doing with your father? Your father is not going to marry you a bad boy. The stepmother is here... ah? Uncle Bai, I'm sorry, I was just joking with Xiaobai... Last week's group fight? It's none of my business, I really didn't participate, and I didn't go back to China last week... "
It was not good to be a teacher, and he was also educated by his friend's father for no reason. Cao Ye hung up the phone, and then hesitantly called the next one: "Hey Mingyao, where is it? Painting? On which mountain? Kilimaza? Luo? You went to Africa?… Forget about your painting, I have nothing serious to do, so I’m going to hang up.”
"Hey Dai brother, are you at home... Wait, why are you breathing so hard, what are you doing... Fuck, what call are you answering?! Hang up."
When Liang Sizhe came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Cao Ye was dialing the initial "L", which was for Lin Yan. He was lying on the bed listlessly, but the moment Liang Sizhe came out, he immediately rolled over and sat up: " Where is it? I'm going too! I'm not interested in men, but I really have nowhere to go... Let's meet again, by the way, I don't have a penny on me, you'll come out and pay for it later Car money." Cao Ye said, jumping off the bed with a radiant face, and he was completely different from Liang Sizhe before entering the bathroom, "Okay, wait for me!"
Before he finished speaking, the man had already opened the door and jumped out.
Liang Sizhe was topless, squatting by the side of the suitcase to rummage for his shirt—the shower in the bathroom was not easy to use, and the T-shirt he had just brought in was accidentally splashed.
He flipped over another white T-shirt and came out, took it and stood up, just as he was about to put it on his head, the door opened again, Cao Ye broke in, not treating himself as an outsider, and approached in two steps, his arm towards Liang Sizhe With a hook on his shoulder, he leaned closer to his ear and said, "Dude, if Uncle Yin or my dad is here, please help me."
Liang Sizhe reminded without turning his head, "I have water on my body." He had just finished taking a shower, and he just wiped the bath towel a few times before leaving the bathroom. At this time, there were still water droplets that had not evaporated on his body.
Cao Ye looked down at the white T-shirt on his body, the side close to Liang Sizhe's body was really wet, but he didn't care, didn't hide, and still put his arms on Liang Sizhe's shoulder like that: "It's alright, okay, brother? "
At this moment, I thought of calling him a brother, and he is quite good at pretending. The tone of the boy was a little flattering, and it sounded a bit like a spoiled child.
Liang Sizhe glanced at him sideways: "How can I help you?"
The abacus in Cao Ye's heart cracked: "If they do a surprise attack, just make up an excuse to deal with them, just say I... go to the neighborhood to feed the dogs? It's okay to feed the cats, and then you secretly call me to inform me, I'll take a taxi right now, okay?"
Compared with Cao Ye's familiarity, Liang Sizhe's attitude seemed lukewarm, and he only spit out two words coldly: "Yes."
"Interesting enough," Cao Ye took out his phone from the pocket behind his butt with his other free hand, called up the address book interface, and handed it to Liang Sizhe, "What's your number? Give me a input?"
Liang Sizhe lost his number, typed his name again, and handed him the phone.
Cao Ye picked up the phone, and then let go of Liang Sizhe, while dialing the number, he repeated Liang Sizhe's name in a low voice. When Liang Sizhe's cell phone on the table began to vibrate, he raised his head and smiled brightly at Liang Sizhe: "I dialed it for you, you can save it."
Liang Sizhe made a sound, grabbed the edge of his T-shirt and shook it down. He passed his arms through the cuffs and was about to put them over his head when Cao Ye raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "You're in good shape." Lifting his legs and walking towards the door, he pretended to be obedient and did not forget to put on a full set. He walked to the door and turned to Liang Sizhe sweetly and said, "Then I will withdraw, thank you, Brother Sizhe."
Liang Sizhe got dressed and started packing. Since Cao Ye was lying on the bed by the window just now, he naturally chose the other one.
In fact, there is nothing to pack, just move the whole stack of summer clothes in the suitcase, copy the bottom with both hands, and move them to the closet intact, and this is almost done.
The sound of inferior speakers came from downstairs, playing the prelude to the saliva song that could be heard everywhere in the streets, and the floor beneath my feet seemed to vibrate with it. The human voice of ghost crying and wolf howling also came up. Although not a word was roared in tune, the person holding the microphone sounded very intoxicated.
The soundproofing is really bad. If you sing until midnight, you won't be able to sleep? Liang Sizhe took out a pair of in-ear headphones from the suitcase, threw it on the bed, closed the suitcase, put it in the corner, grabbed the key on the table, opened the door and walked out.
The corridor on the third floor was still the same as when we first came in. The lights were dim, and the two rows of old wooden doors were closed, making it impossible to tell whether there was anyone living inside.
The second floor, which is separated from the first floor, is a completely different scene: the cold white lights are dazzlingly bright, flashing one after another with the rhythm of the dance music in the corridor, shining the oil on the heads and faces of the guests coming and going. Bright.
The wooden stairs are a little narrow, and it is just right for two people to walk up, but three people are a little crowded. When going downstairs, Liang Sizhe ran into a pair of men and women who were tired of being together. The man with a big belly put his arms around the slender waist of the woman, and the woman had a pleasing smile on her face.
He turned sideways to make way for the two, but the stairs were really crowded, and the man was really fat, so it was a little hard to avoid.
After finally getting out of the noisy environment, he stood by the door of Lan Yan and took a deep breath.
As night fell, the night in the alley was bustling and bustling, completely different from the dull and boring atmosphere of an hour ago. Even the smell becomes vivid and rich. In the evening, the monotonous smell of oil smoke blended into the burnt aroma of barbecued meat, the aroma of stewed sauce, and the aroma of fried rice.
Liang Sizhe walked slowly along the alley, and the farther he was from Lanyan, the more clearly he could hear the sizzling sound of frying.
Liang Sizhe felt that he was really hungry. When he stood at the door of Lanyan in the evening, he still felt that he had no appetite for every greasy door. Now passing by every stall, he found it quite tempting.
It was a hot day, so he found a restaurant with vacancies, pulled a bamboo chair and sat down, ordered a cold noodle, an extra boiled egg and half a portion of beef in sauce.
The food was served very quickly, Liang Sizhe picked out a chopstick and tasted the noodles. The taste was not bad, much better than the takeout order last night.
Thinking of this, I realized that I was sitting on the boundary of Beijing right now. Thinking of what Cao Xiuyuan said when he came to his house last night, and the meeting with Cao Xiuyuan's son today, he felt even more incredible.
Okay, let's start with that and start over. Liang Sizhe lowered his head and stuffed his mouth with cold thoughts one by one.
If you can't play the violin, you can do something else. Cao Xiuyuan is right. For an actor, it doesn't matter whether he can play the violin or not.
Mouth after mouthful of cold noodles entered his stomach, filling his stomach bit by bit. Liang Sizhe held the porcelain bowl and took a sip of soup. The moment he put down the bowl, he felt full, and at the same time , Some things in his body that have been numb for a long time seem to have come back to life.
He paid the money and walked along the alley. The corner closest to the road was a bar called Meridian Bar. The inscription on the door made of thin light tubes exuded a faint blue light. Compared with Lanyan's gaudy decoration style, There is actually a unique kind of desertedness here, which is incompatible with the noisy atmosphere of the entire lane.
The music coming from inside is also very nice. The lead singer of the band is singing Cui Jian's "A Piece of Red Cloth".
Liang Sizhe listened for a while, then involuntarily hummed in a low voice:
"It makes me feel comfortable
It makes me forget that I have nowhere to live
you ask me where to go
I said I'd go your way"
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