In the darkness, Liang Sizhe reached out and tore off the two earphones, and sat up irritably.
The passionate singing downstairs had been roaring for almost an hour, but there was still no sign of stopping. The sound insulation of the room is too poor, and wearing headphones can't resist the magic sound. The sound didn't even come in from his ears, but more like it seeped in from all directions and penetrated into the crevices of the bones, making it unavoidable.
What time does this close? Won't sing till dawn...
Unable to bear, he threw the earphones aside, put on his clothes, got out of bed and put on his shoes, opened the door and walked out.
As he passed through the row of dark wooden doors, he couldn't help but wonder once again, is there anyone living in it? If someone lives, how on earth do they put up with the noise downstairs
The other shops in the alley were closed. The hustle and bustle of the fireworks at night disappeared like a low tide.
As soon as Liang Sizhe appeared at the door, several alcoholics smoking cigarettes turned to look at him.
The white light on the second floor flickered, reflecting on the road downstairs, complementing the thick layer of reflective oil that covered the ground.
He walked along the shoulder of the road and unconsciously came to the bar again.
The bar seemed to be closing, the music inside had disappeared, and someone came out with a large bag of garbage in one hand and a worn-out acoustic guitar in the other.
The man came out to throw garbage. When passing by Liang Sizhe, he saw him stopped by the road and looked in the direction of the bar. He glanced at him deliberately, and said lazily, "It's closed, come back tomorrow."
There are some special Beijing accents and smoky voices. Liang Sizhe plays elementary school music and is very sensitive to all sounds, so he immediately recognized that the song "A Piece of Red Cloth" he heard at the door a few hours ago should be sung by this person.
The man lifted the lid of the trash can, lifted the bag of garbage in his hand and threw it in. The trash can was full immediately, then he bent over and leaned the worn-out acoustic guitar against the side of the bucket, and walked back empty-handed.
Seeing that Liang Sizhe was still standing there, the man gave him another look, and this time he said, "Hey, what are you doing here?"
Liang Sizhe didn't answer the question, just looked at him and asked, "Is that guitar no longer needed?"
"yes."
"Then can I take it?" Liang Sizhe asked again, since it was garbage.
"Take it if you want," said the man with a nonchalant shrug, "but it's too broken to play, and the string is broken."
"It doesn't matter." Liang Sizhe said, walked over and picked up the acoustic guitar, looking at the body of the guitar in the dim light. The man was right, the acoustic guitar was so old, the paint on the body was mottled and mottled, making it impossible to recognize its original color, and the broken string curled up weakly in the air.
The man also followed, stopped beside him and asked, "Do you know how to play? Or do you want to learn?"
Liang Sizhe said vaguely: "I want to try."
"Oh, I don't seem to have seen you here before? This is the first time?"
Liang Sizhe said "um".
"No wonder... what are you doing here?"
Liang Sizhe doesn't seem to belong to this alley. If he insists on getting him involved here, then he can only come to this bar. Unexpectedly, Liang Sizhe's answer was unexpected: "He came to work," and turned his head to indicate to Lan Yan's extremely exaggerated flashing lights not far away, "It's there."
The man froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "What a joke..."
"Really." Liang Sizhe's tone was natural, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
"Okay... What you say is what you say," the man didn't take him seriously, "I'll help you find someone to repair this guitar, or it's really useless, I just cleaned it up from the backstage today, I don't know when I threw it away. It's there." The man took the guitar out of his hand, plucked the strings twice, and the out-of-tune sound was like one of those old-fashioned recorders that were about to run out of power.
Liang Sizhe thought about it and asked, "Is it troublesome?"
"Hey, what's so troublesome about this, my friend repairs this full-time, and I'll take it to you in a few days, and leave a phone call?"
Liang Sizhe reported his cell phone number to the person, who called back. When the bell did not ring, he explained, "I don't have my phone, it's turned off." He just lay on the bed two hours ago, and was so annoyed by the noise of the music downstairs. He called. After Liang Sizhe hung up the phone, the drowsiness that had finally come to him faded away, replaced by a burst of impatience—the joke came to him, is he familiar with Cao Ye
"Oh, I understand." The man put the phone back in his pocket, "Sure, I'll contact you later."
At two o'clock in the morning, Liang Sizhe came back from the adjacent street, and walked slowly back to Yin Fourth Street with his pocket in hand.
A row of stores on the adjacent street has been closed, and there are lonely street lamps standing on the street. The night was quiet, and the anxiety in my heart was gradually eased by the night wind.
When I returned to Yinsi, the neon lights of Lanyan were still flashing non-stop, but listening to it from a distance, the loud howls of ghosts and wolves seemed to be exhausted—the guests who had been venting all night were finally tired.
Liang Sizhe stopped and looked up at the dilapidated five-story low-rise building in Lanyan, which was dozens of meters away. It was an old-fashioned house design with extremely poor safety. It goes up thick and bulky. A gray-white and crude drainage pipe was erected against the wall at the edge of the building. It should have been designed too unscientifically at the beginning, and it always accumulated water on rainy days.
Maybe you can step on the edge of the cement window sill, grab the pipe next to the wall that is exposed to the wall, and climb to the upper floor. It should not be difficult... Liang Sizhe looked at the five-story low-rise building, and an idea came to his mind. This idea.
- The roof looks flat, maybe it will be quieter up there. He needs some quiet place.
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The next morning, Liang Sizhe slept until after nine o'clock and got up.
After washing up, he stood in front of the window and looked down. The breakfast stalls in the alley had begun to close, and the smell of deep-fried frying filled the air of the entire alley.
He walked downstairs. Compared with the noisy atmosphere a few hours ago, the first and second floors of Lanyan were as quiet as uninhabited, and the wooden furnishings even exuded a slightly stale smell.
The blue feasts of day and night are two completely different worlds. Lanyan at night is like a prostitute who tries her best to dress up but is ugly, while Lanyan during the day is like a girl in a deep house who lives in a humble alley for a long time and doesn't wear makeup.
The curtains on the first floor were tightly closed, and the room was the same as yesterday afternoon, with only a dimly lit dome light. The waiter in charge of cleaning was immersed in cleaning up the mess in the early morning. When he saw someone walking downstairs, he looked up in surprise. At a glance, seeing that it was the new boy who arrived yesterday, he lowered his head numbly and continued to clean.
There was a heavy chain lock on the door, Liang Sizhe asked the waiter to open the door for him, went out, found a breakfast shop that was not closed, ate a drawer of xiaolongbao, drank a bowl of pumpkin porridge, and talked to the shop owner. I found out the bus route to the film school, paid the money and went on the road.
Starting over has to be kind of like starting over.
He doesn't know anything about movies. In the past, he watched some old movies on CCTV-6 at most, and occasionally went to the cinema with his friends - not much, at most two or three times a year, and the rest of the time was spent practicing the violin.
To be honest, before yesterday, even if he borrowed his eight brains, he could not have imagined that he would have anything to do with the movie.
The film academy is approaching the graduation season, the students have no drama to film, and their future is bleak. They sit under the shade of a tree, playing cards and setting up a stall, selling all their belongings in the past four years.
Seeing a handsome young man coming to patronize the business, the senior sister who set up the stall swept away her bored look, got up and greeted Liang Sizhe warmly: "Where are you from? Are you from Nortel? I haven't seen you before, is it a Chinese opera? What?" Seeing Liang Sizhe shaking his head, he said, "That's because you want to go to our school in the future, right?" He didn't need to speak, and the senior sister squatted down and took a few books and stacked them together, "This book, this book, still There is this... It's a professional book recommended by our teachers in our usual class... ”
On the opposite side, there is a senior who stretched his neck and greeted the business here: "Hey, junior, come and take a look at us. It's useless for you to read so many books, watch more movies!"
Liang Sizhe's trip was fruitful. He took a bus back to Lanyan with a stack of books and DVDs, as well as a DVD player resold by his seniors at a low price.
Lan Yan was still in a state of deep sleep during the day, which was incompatible with the other shops in the alley. Liang Sizhe couldn't open his hands, opened the glass door with his body sideways, and walked in backwards.
He went back to his room and fiddled with the DVD player, and it was really able to connect to the TV on the wall. He took the top CD and put it in. The screen showed the title of the dragon, showing the black-and-white movie "Roman Holiday". He sat down on the edge of the bed, and was fascinated, when there was a knock on the door.
He got up and opened the door. The young waiter downstairs was carrying a kraft paper bag and asked in broken Mandarin with a slight accent, "Is Cao Ye here?"
"Not."
"Where's Liang Sizhe?"
"I am."
"Oh, this is the meal for you," the boy pointed downstairs. "Someone just brought it to you." As he spoke, he could not help but glanced inside the house curiously, as if he could sense that this room and the other rooms were all mixed up. different.
Liang Sizhe thanked him and closed the door with the boy and the curious eyes.
The meal was ordered by Zheng Yin.
Zheng Yin was really thoughtful, worried that Cao Ye would not be used to the food here, so he specially ordered the dishes from private kitchens, and asked them to deliver them every day from a distance of ten kilometers. Twice a day, in duplicate, the dishes are never the same.
It just didn't occur to him that Cao Ye didn't plan to live here at all, and Liang Sizhe was dazzled.
Liang Sizhe ate one and left one, and it was a pity to feed the dog with the rest, so every time the waiter came over, he only kept one and left the other to the waiter who brought the meal.
The little waiter, a boy about his age, looked timid, nodded and bowed to him happily after taking the meal.
Liang Sizhe adapted well here, and his biological clock quickly adjusted to be in line with Lan Yan.
I read a professional book for a while in the morning, took a nap in the afternoon and watched a movie. After dinner, I ran around the nearby path twice. My life was more regular than in Rock City.
One evening, after watching a movie, he slipped downstairs twice, and was about to push the door back to Lanyan when someone called him from behind: "Hey!"
He turned his head and the resident singer of the bar that night was standing under the steps, squinting his eyes and looking up at the door of Lan Yan, and then his eyes fell back to him: "Do you really live here?"
Liang Sizhe smiled: "Yes."
"Here, the guitar is repaired." The man raised the acoustic guitar he was holding at him, "I changed all the strings and tuned the tone. I tried it out, and the tone was okay."
Liang Sizhe walked down the steps, took the guitar, looked down, and said to the man, "Okay, thank you, how much is it?"
"I don't charge you, I'll give it to you," the man raised his chin toward him: "Why don't you try?"
Liang Sizhe didn't mean to play, he shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't play well, so don't show my cowardice."
"Okay," the man was quite casual, and looked up at Lan Yan's upstairs, "The third floor is a guest house? How much is it for a night?"
"I don't know." Liang Sizhe said.
"You don't live here?" The man raised his eyebrows and looked at him.
"I work part-time," Liang Sizhe said with a smile, saying something like that, "I'll cover room and board."
The man looked at him from head to toe: "It's rare. You remember my number. If you want to change jobs later, remember to contact me."
"Okay." Liang Sizhe said, and took out his phone from his pocket.
"Is it turned off today?" The man looked at his phone and smiled.
"No." Liang Sizhe said. In fact, he didn't turn off the phone for several days. The phone call from Cao Ye that night was an accident. Usually, no one called him at all, so it didn't matter whether he turned off the phone or not.
As soon as he opened the address book on his phone, Cao Ye's name popped up, and his surname took advantage of it and happened to be in the first place.
"What's the number?" Liang Sizhe asked. When he looked up, he saw a taxi driving in front of him and stopped at the entrance of Lanyan.
As soon as the car stopped, the door was pushed open immediately, and a young man got out of the car, and after closing the door, he hurriedly raised his legs and stepped up the stairs. His legs were quite long, and he took three steps in one step.
The driver was even more anxious than he was, pressing down the window and shouting excitedly at his back: "Money! The money hasn't been given yet!"
Cao Ye had just finished going up the steps, when he suddenly braked under his feet, turned around recklessly, and ran down again, stroking one hand in the pocket in front of him and behind him, and then realized that he didn't bring a bag at all. Qian, as soon as he looked up, he saw Liang Sizhe, as if he saw a rescuer, his eyes lit up instantly: "Hey buddy, have you brought any money?"
"Bring it." Liang Sizhe didn't wait for him to ask for a loan, and walked over to help him settle the money for the car. These days, he has eaten so many meals on Cao Ye's light, and has also given the waiter so many favors. He should help pay for the car.
"Thank you, I'll pay you back." Seeing that the money for the car was settled, Cao Ye took his arm and dragged him up the stairs, "My dad will come over immediately, go upstairs quickly."
His tone was so urgent that Liang Sizhe didn't react for a while, what does it have to do with Cao Xiuyuan's coming over and the matter of going upstairs quickly. He hurriedly said goodbye to the resident singer, and the next second he was dragged upstairs by Cao Ye's arm.