No matter how slow the pace is, it is still going.
Just when Liang Sizhe was hesitating whether he was going to see Cao Ye, or just take a taxi and go back to find a clean place, Cao Ye, who was standing outside the door of Studio No. 8, had already seen him sharply, raised his arms high and waved at him: " Liang Sizhe, come here!" He suppressed his voice when he spoke, probably because he was afraid that Zheng Yin and the others would hear him.
Liang Sizhe shuffled over, his hand was towards his pocket, and his body swayed slightly. When there were still a few steps to go, Cao Ye couldn't wait to run out of the studio, grabbed his arm and walked quickly into the studio: "You are too slow!"
"What's the matter?" Liang Sizhe was dragged in by him, thinking young master, you heard the conversation at the door just now, how could you be so heartless that you didn't react at all? Turning to think, the other party is the only son of director Cao Xiuyuan, and he probably didn't feel that other people would pose a threat to him from the beginning...
"Have you guessed what I was doing out?" Cao Ye pulled him into the room by the door, released him, stepped over to the edge of the sofa inside, and bent over to pick up something from the sofa Then, just like the host of the Spring Festival Gala revealed the Spring Festival couplets, he squeezed the waist of his trousers and shook out a pair of jeans. He held it in front of Liang Sizhe, with the words "please praise" written on his face: "I didn't expect it? I just went out and bought it for you. a pair of pants!"
Liang Sizhe stared at the brand-new pair of jeans in his hand for a while, the language system in his brain crashed for the first time, and he couldn't find the right words to say for a while.
"It looks pretty, right?" Seeing that Liang Sizhe didn't respond, Cao Ye grabbed the waist of his trousers and glanced sideways at the pair of jeans.
- It's pretty, the refreshing wash blue, the holes with a sense of design, and the logo on the waistband clearly shows that the jeans are of great value.
"Ah." Liang Sizhe responded briefly before the language system was completely repaired.
Seeing that Liang Sizhe still had no expression on his face, Cao Ye thought he didn't like it, and was a little discouraged: "Anyway, it's better than your dirty one, right?"
Only then did Liang Sizhe regain his senses, and forced a smile: "No, it's beautiful."
Cao Ye immediately regained his enthusiasm, clenched a fist with his left hand, and lightly tapped his right shoulder: "I just said, how could my vision be wrong?" He handed the jeans to Liang Sizhe and urged, "Hurry up. Yes, while there's no one here, you can change it." He walked to the door, looked outside, raised his hand and locked the door.
Liang Sizhe took the jeans, sat on the sofa, bent down and took off the pants soaked in sewage on his legs. The temperature outside was high. At that time, the trouser legs were almost naturally air-dried. The residual sewage stained the skin on the legs, leaving a dry mud mark. Liang Sizhe lowered his head and wiped the mark on his calf with his hand. Suddenly, I felt that it was unreasonable to take my anger on Cao Ye—in any case, this young master really doesn't make people hate him at all.
"Aren't you out of money?" He lowered his head and put his new pants on his lap, looking for something to say.
"Oh... I don't have any cash," Cao Ye stood by the window, turned his face to look out the window, and raised his hand to rub the bridge of his nose when he heard this, "I have a card, and I have been too lazy to withdraw money to eat with you. Cards are accepted at that store."
"How much did it cost?" Liang Sizhe asked casually. If you have a lot of money, it's really painful...
"You're not going to pay me back, are you?" Cao Ye guessed his intention to ask this, and waved his hand first, "That's fine, my dad always makes some unreasonable demands, if it weren't for him, yours The pants won't get dirty, just don't worry about it..."
Liang Sizhe stood up from the sofa, pulled up the waistband of his trousers, zipped up the zipper, then bent down and took off the belt from the original pair of trousers, looked up at him and smiled: "You still want to bribe your dad's heart?"
"That's not... I'm too lazy to care about him," Cao Ye pouted, "I don't care about others, but aren't we friends."
Liang Sizhe put the belt around his waist, and was stunned when he heard the words: "Well... my friend."
"Besides," Cao Ye's voice showed an irresistible interest, "We finally came out, we must seize the opportunity to have a good meal, right? You are definitely not willing to go out with me in this dress... Hey, I I know there is a Japanese food store nearby with great ingredients. How about we go to eat there tonight? I'll treat you…”
Halfway through speaking, he was interrupted by a rude knock on the door. An uncle's voice came from outside the door. It was quite fierce: "Who is inside?" The uncle shouted impatiently, "What are you doing in there? Come out!" Then he began to knock on the door vigorously.
"Someone is coming!" Cao Ye asked Liang Sizhe in a low voice, "Hey, are you ready?"
"Come on," Liang Sizhe stretched his hand behind his waist to put on the belt, "immediately."
The uncle outside the door urged again irritably: "Come out quickly, hurry up, don't wait for me to go in!"
"Uncle, we'll be ready in a while!" Cao Ye shouted towards the door, then walked over, took the belt in Liang Sizhe's hand and helped him put it into the trousers behind his waist.
There was a sound of the key being inserted into the keyhole from outside, and the door was pushed open the next second. A bald-headed uncle with a full face was standing at the door. He saw two teenagers in the room standing very close, and one of them was bowing his head to buckle. belt. The well-informed security uncle was stunned for a moment, then angrily squeezed the electric baton in his hand.
Cao Ye raised his head and showed a cowardly smile to his uncle: "Uncle, we just want to borrow it..."
Unexpectedly, the uncle didn't eat this set, so he looked at the room with a long face: "Get out of here, what are you doing in there!"
"What the hell..." Liang Sizhe frowned, and was interrupted by the uncle before he could finish a sentence.
"I've seen people like you a lot!" Uncle security didn't give them a chance to defend himself, he raised his electric baton at them and blasted them out, "Come on, I saw you sneaking away just a long way away. Come in, I'll say you won't do anything good." The uncle pointed at them with the electric baton in his hand, "What are you doing there, get out of here, do you want to be electrocuted?"
"Did you make it clear what we did?" Liang Sizhe stepped forward and stared at him.
"You know what you did!" The uncle also felt that he was quite reasonable, and his voice was loud.
Seeing that the fight was about to break out, Cao Ye suddenly felt that something was wrong. If the trouble broke out and Uncle Yin and the others were recruited, it would be difficult to get out after a while. He hurriedly followed to stop Liang Sizhe, raised his hand around his shoulder and took him outside the house: "Uncle, let's go now..."
When I walked out of the house, I found that the shooting venue was empty a few minutes ago. I don’t know when dozens of young group performers came in waiting to be filmed. At this time, all the men and women turned their faces, all opened their mouths slightly, watching the two The teenagers who "did misdeeds" inside were chased out by the fierce security uncle with an electric baton.
The uncle opened his mouth like a cannonball, and Jing came out bald in a string of scolding, blocking all the "no... no... you made a mistake" that Cao Ye was trying to defend, and indiscriminately kicked the two out of the studio. At the end, he stood at the door and yelled at them angrily: "I've seen people like you a lot, and you do this kind of stealing at a young age, hurry up!"
Standing outside the shooting studio, Liang Sizhe's anger remained undisturbed, and the fire in his heart couldn't be vented or swallowed, but Cao Ye just ran out to buy him a pair of trousers with huge sums of money, and he couldn't let this anger out. On the other side, there can only be a little bit of anger: "I said, young master, you are too big, so let him slander us like this?"
But Cao Ye also argued reasonably: "No... In case there is a big disturbance, and my dad and the others are recruited, can we still eat Japanese food at night?"
Liang Sizhe looked at him speechlessly: "Is it so important to eat Japanese food?"
"Ah," Cao Ye nodded, "that's really delicious... Besides, we went in without saying hello, and it was normal for the security guard to mistakenly think we were going to steal something..."
"What's stealing?" Liang Sizhe almost laughed angrily, "...Do you think he just mistakenly thought we were stealing?"
"Isn't it..." Cao Ye said inexplicably, "Stealing chickens and dogs, he just said, isn't it just stealing?"
Liang Sizhe glanced at him: "Chinese level 8?"
"Otherwise what does he think we are doing?" Cao Ye was a little puzzled.
Liang Sizhe didn't want to say anything, shook his head and said, "Forget it, you should be stealing."
Cao Ye quickly passed the previous incident in his mind, and suddenly opened his eyes after a while, raised his voice and suddenly realized: "Ah... so he thought we were just inside..."
"Yes," Liang Sizhe interrupted him before he could finish speaking, "that's what you understand now."
"Is that so..." Cao Ye raised his hand and slapped his forehead, "This misunderstanding is too big..."
The power of the setting sun is still there, and the long shadows of the two teenagers are reflected on the ground.
The atmosphere was a little embarrassing for a while, no one said a word, and walked forward with their heads sullen.
After a while, Cao Ye broke the silence: "Your original pants..."
After he finished speaking, Liang Sizhe connected: "Well, I forgot to bring it."
"Do you want to go back and get it..."
"No way."
It's embarrassing to go back and get it. I don't know what to think about the dozens of group performances just now... Cao Ye thought about it and said, "I'll buy another one for you later."
Liang Sizhe's anger has subsided at this moment, and he laughed when he said this: "Do you usually coax girls like this?"
"No, I've never bought clothes for a girl," Cao Ye defended. "This is the first time I've bought clothes for others!"
"Yeah... the size is accurate."
"We're about the same height, so I'll take my own size..."
"Well, thank you," Liang Sizhe looked up and looked forward, "Where is that Japanese food store?"
"One kilometer ahead," Cao Ye raised his jaw in front of him, "It's not far, we'll be there in a while."
Liang Sizhe nodded, said nothing, and continued to walk forward.
The Japanese food store is elegantly decorated, and as soon as you walk in, the air-conditioning blows.
The waiter guided the two teenagers to sit by the window. Cao Ye took the menu and put it on the table in front of him to flip through the menu. After he ordered, he pushed the menu in front of Liang Sizhe across the table: "Let's see what to eat?"
Liang Sizhe had no appetite, and pushed his finger back against the edge of the menu: "You can just order it."
"Okay, then I'll have another serving of this," Cao Ye pointed at the menu, and the waiter said, "This... and this, let's serve these first."
"Do you need a drink?" the waiter asked after taking a note. "It's on the back of the menu."
Cao Ye flipped through the menu, glanced up and down, and his eyes stayed on the area in the lower right corner: "Have a cup of cherry, mulberry, raspberry... Forget it, have a cup of each flavor."
"Okay." The waiter replied.
Cao Ye reached out and knocked on the table in front of Liang Sizhe: "What about you? What would you like to drink?"
"Ice water is fine." Liang Sizhe said casually, turning his face to look at the vehicles passing by the window.
Cao Ye handed the menu back to the waiter and turned to look at Liang Sizhe.
Originally he wanted to say something, but the moment his eyes fell on Liang Sizhe's face, his mind went blank and he forgot what he wanted to say.
Eyelashes are so long. The only thought left in his head. Not very upturned, slightly drooping, moving up and down with the blink of an eye. There was a sound of cicadas on the tree outside the window, and the two eyelashes that moved up and down reminded him of thin cicada wings.
His eyes slipped from Liang Sizhe's eyelashes to the left hand he put on the table—the fingers were slender, with well-defined joints, and there was no sign of injury from the outside. So why is he unable to play the violin
Liang Sizhe looked away from the street outside the window, turned his face, and saw Cao Ye staring at his left hand, which was flat on the table.
Liang Sizhe looked at him for two seconds and said, "Just ask if you're curious."
Only then did Cao Ye come back to his senses. After reacting, he suddenly felt that it seemed a little rude to stare at the scar that the other party didn't want to mention. He looked away and scratched his forehead with his finger: "I don't have anything to ask..."
"Let's ask, what do you want to know?" Liang Sizhe's tone seemed to be indifferent. "What's wrong with the fingers? Is it really impossible to play the violin? How did it happen? Is it this?"
"You don't have to force yourself to say this," Cao Ye said softly, not wanting him to misunderstand that he was the same as those in the door, "If you want to ask, I asked two weeks ago..."
Now it was Liang Sizhe's turn to be startled: "Two weeks ago?... So you already knew that I played the violin before?"
"Well..." Cao Ye said.
"Did you ask... Uncle Yin?" The name "Uncle Yin" was too intimate, which made Liang Sizhe feel a little uncomfortable.
"That's not true," Cao Ye quickly explained, "I guessed..."
"Huh?" Liang Sizhe was slightly surprised, "How did you guess it?"
"That night I climbed up to the rooftop and guessed it when I saw you playing that acoustic guitar." Cao Ye confessed, "You played 'Devil's Trill,' you remember the score so clearly, and you even used your left hand to pluck it. Xian, I guess... People who have never learned the violin should not be so bored that they deliberately memorize that score..."
That's it... Liang Sizhe smiled bitterly, but he breathed a sigh of relief that night. It turned out that Cao Ye had guessed it so early. He asked again: "Then why didn't you ask me directly
Cao Ye put his arms flat on the table, his hands were folded together, and the fingers of one hand grabbed the back of the other hand uncomfortably, like a gesture that a erring elementary school student would do. He turned his face to look out of the window and said in a low voice, "You were like, 'Don't ask, just jump off the building when you ask', how could I not lift the pot without opening it..."
Did it look so bad at the time? Thankfully, he always thought he was doing a good job of disguising himself. Liang Sizhe thought.
"So I guessed that there was something wrong with my fingers that night, didn't I?" Liang Sizhe asked again.
"Yeah." Cao Ye replied, "However, I'm just guessing... You're so sad that you even climbed to the rooftop to practice violin music with an acoustic guitar. I think it has something to do with the violin."
Liang Sizhe lowered his head and smiled bitterly, and then sighed inaudibly for a moment: This young master sitting across from him... is really amazingly smart and amazingly kind.