"What about you?" Liang Sizhe calmed down and looked up at Cao Ye, "I played so badly, but you knew it was "Devil's Trill" as soon as you heard it. You must be playing the violin well, right?"
"Me, it's a long way off," Cao Ye curled his lips, "I'm not blind and humble... I've been impatient since I was a child, so although my mother always wanted to train me to be a talented violinist, I couldn't. Obviously it's not that piece of material, it can only be regarded as... just make it and listen."
Cao Ye is telling the truth. He inherited his mother Li You's musical talent. He remembers the score quickly and grasps the rhythm very accurately, but he lacks patience. I can't help but lock him into a small dark room to practice. Cao Ye's interest in the violin was not so strong. Every time he was sent back to China, without Li You's supervision, once he played wild, he would usually stop practicing for a month or two. So far, Cao Ye's violin skills can only be considered to be incomparable to those of his peers.
While talking, the dishes were almost ready, and there was a table full of them, and seven drinks alone occupied most of the table. There were still a few plates that could not be placed, and the waiter dragged a small mobile table and put them together.
"...Can you finish it?" Liang Sizhe asked while looking at the table full of dishes. He really has no appetite at the moment, and there is no hunger in his stomach.
"Almost?" Cao Ye also felt that he had ordered a little too much, but he refused to admit it. He picked up his chopsticks, stuffed a piece of salmon into his mouth, swallowed it, and said, "Hurry up and eat it too."
Liang Sizhe also took a slice and chewed it slowly.
Cao Ye brought a glass of grapefruit and blackcurrant in front of him, bit the straw and drank half a glass.
"Would you like to try this?" He took a glass and pushed it to Liang Sizhe, "It's delicious."
"Thank you." Liang Sizhe took it, took out the straw and put it aside, held the cup and took a sip. There is a faint alcohol taste, but the sweet and sour taste of raspberries is very strong, covering the bitterness of alcohol.
Liang Sizhe thought of something and looked up at him: "Are you sixteen years old?" Just drinking
"It's not a bar, it doesn't smell like alcohol," Cao Ye squeezed the straw to stir the grapefruit particles at the bottom of the cup, "Besides, even if it's wine, it doesn't matter if you drink it? Do you really want to take care of me for Uncle Yin? ?" He smiled and looked at Liang Sizhe as he spoke, as if he was sure he was too lazy to care about himself.
This Japanese food store was the last time Zheng Yin took him to eat. At that time, he ordered a cup of grapefruit and blackcurrant. Zheng Yin specifically asked the waiter if it contained alcohol. After getting a positive answer, he only Cao Ye was allowed to drink half of it, then he brought the cup over without any explanation, and drank the rest himself.
Cao Ye liked the taste, so this time while Zheng Yin was away, he ordered all the drinks of the same series in one go.
"It's up to you," Liang Sizhe really didn't bother to care about him after he guessed, "Just don't get drunk and go crazy."
"How could this thing be drunk..." Cao Ye muttered.
The plates seem to be numerous, but the servings per plate are not large. Cao Ye might be really hungry, and he cleared several dishes in a while. But eating and eating, he noticed that Liang Sizhe seemed to be in a really bad mood at the moment.
Although Liang Sizhe's face was the same as usual, Cao Ye still noticed the subtle changes in him. Liang Sizhe's trembling hand holding his wrist, the two drooping eyelashes, and the last look he looked up at himself in the bathroom stall flashed in his mind.
Is it so sad not to be able to play the violin? He thought that if he couldn't play the violin, he would probably be sad for two days at most, and he might even feel relieved after that. Then he felt that the analogy to himself seemed unscientific, after all, he didn't like the violin that much...
What about the analogy to his mother Li You? Cao Ye thought, it seems really serious... His mother's hand is said to have tens of millions of insurance, and Li You, a violinist who can't play the violin, is really hard to imagine what it will be like...
"Actually, you could have rushed in and beat him up." Cao Ye suddenly said without end.
The words were incomprehensible, but Liang Sizhe understood that he was talking about the Beijing accent they overheard. "I was stunned at the time," Liang Sizhe laughed at himself. "Now that I think about hiding in a cubicle, it's useless."
"What does it have to do with being a fool..." Instead, Cao Ye excused him. "You don't want them to see you like that, do you?"
"Maybe." Liang Sizhe whispered. Yes, I'm afraid that the fragility and useless self-esteem exposed at that moment will look like another joke that has nothing to do with me in the eyes of others.
"If you want, I can help you lead that person out. You beat him to get out of your anger." Cao Ye came up with bad ideas for him.
"Forget it, eavesdropping on other people's private conversations is inherently inappropriate." Liang Sizhe smiled and shook his head, "However, thanks anyway." Compared with Zheng Yin's apology, Cao Ye's proposal was obviously more suitable for him. Mind.
Cao Ye found out that Liang Sizhe was in a really bad mood at the moment.
For Cao Ye, the violin may only occupy a few tenths of his life. If he cannot play the violin, his life will not be affected much. However, for Liang Sizhe, the violin occupied a very important position in his previous life. It can even be said that the violin is his whole life, the most important part of his life. Suddenly, he couldn't play the violin anymore. It seemed like he was missing a big hole in his life. The cold wind was pouring into it. It was empty, cold and whizzing.
"Do you really want to be an actor?" Cao Ye asked curiously. He drank a glass of grapefruit blackcurrant, took another glass of sparkling cherry wine, picked the cherries at the bottom of the glass with a straw and put it in his mouth to eat.
"Not really." Liang Sizhe shook his head and said. He thinks that what makes him feel bad is probably not the fact that he can't be an actor, but that the road he thought he could start over was a dead end...
As for the idea of being an actor... Probably just because Cao Xiuyuan proposed that he should be an actor at the right time, filling the part of his life that was missing because he couldn't play the violin.
If someone came to the door at that time and asked him to be a singer, a painter, a cross talk talker, a cook, in short, he would be pulled, maybe he would follow.
"Whether you can talk about cross talk has nothing to do with whether you can play the violin or not." - If someone said that at the time, maybe he would have gone to talk about cross talk now. This self-deprecating thought appeared in Liang Sizhe's mind.
Forget it, since that's the case, the actor's path is not available, so let's do something else...
When his thoughts came to this point, Cao Ye also happened to ask: "Then if... I mean, if you can't be an actor, what are you going to do?"
Yeah, what to do? Liang Sizhe felt really confused. All these years were spent practicing the violin, and he never thought that one day he would never be able to play the violin again.
There are some retreats, such as going back to school to take the college entrance examination, but he has always been escorted by the identity of an art student during his school days, so it is a bit of a head-scratcher to mention the culture class. In the middle school entrance examination, he was called by the music school to leave, and as for the college entrance examination that he didn't have time to take, if it wasn't for his broken finger, he should have been recommended to the Conservatory of Music by now - he had already obtained the qualification before the incident happened.
Or accept Zheng Yin's kind proposal and ask him to help him introduce some acting opportunities? But according to what Zheng Yin said in the door just now, he doesn't seem to be a good acting material, and looking at Director Cao's reaction at that time... Liang Si Zhe's mind came to the expression of Cao Xiuyuan sitting behind the monitor - frowning and shaking his head gently , I should think that he was wrong when he picked him at that time.
Or just do some ordinary work? For example, moving bricks, selling insurance, and being a bodyguard? It can always be fucking done...
Liang Sizhe sighed and thought, he's such a fucking waste who can't play the violin...
"I didn't think about it, maybe go back to Yancheng." Facing Cao Ye, he suppressed the emotions in his heart and said lightly.
Cao Ye saw that Liang Sizhe's fingers holding the cup on the opposite side were tightly tightened, and blue blood vessels burst out on the back of his hand. He could see that he was holding the cup very hard, exactly the same as when he was holding his own wrist. It's just that Liang Sizhe looked more fragile at that time, but now he looks more decadent.
Just went back like this? He has never seen anything in Beijing... Cao Ye looked at Liang Sizhe and had this idea for no reason: he was thrown on that dilapidated narrow street as soon as he came, and what he saw was the most filthy and pickled in the city. one side. Are you going back like this
For a while, Cao Ye suddenly had an idea, he wanted to take Liang Sizhe out for a walk. Maybe he thinks it's very good here, so he stays or doesn't leave? I can't tell why, but he really doesn't seem to want Liang Sizhe to leave here.
"I'll take you out for a walk another day?" Cao Ye asked, thinking about it.
Liang Sizhe looked up at him, and said perfunctorily, "Well, let's go to another day." On the way to Beijing for more than half a month, he had thought about taking a good stroll, but when things developed to this point, he was really in no mood.
Oh, Liang Sizhe couldn't go out for a walk, and Cao Ye's interest that had just risen fell again. He had to stay in that dilapidated alley. Without Cao Xiuyuan to speak, he had to continue to stay there for the so-called experience life.
Cao Xiuyuan is really greedy. Cao Ye then came up with this idea, isn't Liang Sizhe better-looking and more impressive than Zhang Minghan? Why can Zhang Minghan be his protagonist but Liang Sizhe can't
He didn't know what to say to comfort Liang Sizhe - even the comfort seemed to have no position, so they could not die, how could they become a competitive relationship? And it's still the kind of life you die.
Why don't you give up this opportunity and give it to Liang Sizhe? This thought flashed through Cao Ye's mind, but he felt a bit of a headache again. Cao Xiuyuan had always felt that he was a Liu Adou who couldn't be helped. If he gave up the opportunity now, he might not even be Liu Adou in his heart. Now - it can only be Liu Tadpole, the kind of tadpole born by the frog at the bottom of the well. What's more, even if he quits, will this opportunity definitely belong to Liang Sizhe? Judging from the conversation in the door, it seems that more people think that Zhang Minghan is more suitable than Liang Sizhe - are they blind
For the first time in his life, Cao Ye has tasted entanglement. In the past, he didn't need to worry about it. He could become an actor if he couldn't play the violin well. If he couldn't, he went back to school. My studies are also a mess, and I can apply for a good university with my family background. No matter how bad it is, even if you are a dummy with nothing to do, you can still be happy in this life.
But Cao Ye, who has always been reluctant to make progress, has suddenly changed his mind since he was ruthlessly trained by Cao Xiuyuan that day. There is only one thought left in his mind, which is to convince Cao Xiuyuan and let him admit that day. What he said was that he had taken a wrong look, otherwise he would not have been obediently staying in Lanyan to read the script for the past two weeks. So now, he sighed his first dull breath since he was born: It's really tangled...
When Liang Sizhe was in a bad mood, he couldn't eat a single bite.
And when Cao Ye was in a bad mood, he just kept his head down to eat.
The sky outside the window gradually darkened, the night fell, and the street lights gradually turned on. The crowd coming home from get off work was in a hurry, Liang Sizhe looked out the window and thought, maybe in the near future, he will also be one of these inconspicuous people.
And about the violin, about being an actor, one day it will become one after another unrealistic dream that he has done.
Fate makes people, can't help themselves, it's really sad.
Liang Sizhe stared out the window for an unknown amount of time. The thoughts in his mind went back and forth in a big circle. When he came back to his senses, he realized that the opposite Cao Ye was lying on the table, and he had not moved for a while. .
No way? Eat yourself to sleep? … Well, after all, he is someone who can numb his body halfway when he is awake. Liang Sizhe looked at the plate on the table, the other party educated only half of each dish and kept the other half for him, but he still had no appetite.
Now that you're done eating, let's go. Liang Sizhe stretched out his arms and patted Cao Ye's arm across the dining table: "Let's go?" One arm shifted to the other—not awake, sound asleep.
"Hey, wake up." Liang Sizhe was a little helpless, and continued to pat his arm, and after two more pats, he felt that something was wrong - the small half of Cao Ye's face looked very red, which would appear on the face of a drunk person. That peculiar red.
… No way? Just drink yourself up so silently? Is that thing really intoxicating? Liang Sizhe's hand was removed from his arm and moved to the half glass of wine he was holding, wanting to take a look at it.
Just as he was about to take the wine glass out of his hand, Cao Ye seemed to have noticed it. He squeezed the glass tightly, but his eyes were still closed.
"Really drunk?" Liang Sizhe looked at him, "Cao Ye, wake up first."
Cao Ye didn't move, didn't open his eyes, and didn't speak.
Liang Sizhe withdrew his hand, clenched his fist to his lips, and looked at Cao Ye with a frown. He realized that things might be a little difficult—although he hadn't read the prices on the menu, he could judge from the decor and service in the store. , the money he brought is probably not enough to pay for the full table of dishes.
If Cao Ye hadn't just bought him a pair of trousers in the afternoon, Liang Sizhe would have almost doubted whether this was a skillful evasion operation.