After thinking for a moment, Liang Sizhe decided to call the waiter over to calculate the price, and then consider the next plan. He raised his hand and pressed the service bell at the corner of the table, and the waiter quickly came over.
"Hello, I want to pay the bill." Liang Sizhe said.
"Okay sir, I'll print the bill for you." The waiter turned and went to the front desk.
When he saw the waiter walking towards them with a long line of small tickets, Liang Sizhe groaned in his heart, and an extremely bad premonition welled up.
"Three thousand seven hundred and eighty-seven, sir, this is your bill." The waiter bowed politely to him and presented the bill with both hands.
"Cough." Liang Sizhe coughed instinctively, then stretched out his hand to take the bill, looked down at the bill, and said calmly, "I'll take a look, you can do it first, I'll go to the front desk to settle it myself later."
"Okay sir." The waiter gave him a gentle smile.
The result was even worse than expected. Liang Sizhe glanced at the dishes on the receipt, frowning, thinking that this is actually a black shop that specializes in robbing customers, right
The poor 300 yuan in his pocket couldn't even pay the fraction of the bill. Who would have thought that Cao Ye would suddenly propose to go out for a good meal and find such an expensive Japanese food store before he came here. , and clearly said that he wanted to treat guests but ended up drinking himself up
Liang Sizhe read the bill from beginning to end, and after making sure that the decimal point was correct, he got up from his seat, walked over to Cao Ye and sat next to him, put one arm on his back, and stared at him. After two seconds, he sighed, then leaned down close to his ear, and whispered helplessly: "Hey young master, what about your treat?"
It was probably because the air flow when he was speaking made Cao Ye feel a little itchy. He raised his hand and rubbed his ears. Finally, he opened his eyes and stared at Liang Sizhe in a daze. He was obviously drunk.
Liang Sizhe folded the bill, pinched a corner, and showed the final payment column in front of him.
Cao Ye squinted his eyes and watched for a while, before realizing the intention of Liang Sizhe's move with hindsight. Fortunately, he didn't want to default on his bill, and he didn't forget to treat a guest when he was drunk. He took out a card from his pocket, slapped it on the table, and said with a big tongue: "Dang, of course I invited..."
Liang Sizhe breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, the situation was not as bad as he imagined.
"The password is my birthday..." Cao Ye said vaguely, still lying on his arm, eyes closed again.
Liang Sizhe picked up the card: "What is your birthday?"
"September 27." Cao Ye said, turning his head and burying it in his arm.
If he is two years younger than himself... Liang Sizhe calculated his birth year, got up and went to the front desk to check out.
Two minutes later, the front desk clerk in charge of the checkout gently hinted to Liang Sizhe: "Sir, do you have any other cards?"
Liang Sizhe was stunned for a moment, and understood the hint: "No, just this one, is there any problem?"
The waitress put on a decent smile: "It seems that the balance is insufficient."
"Then... how about three thousand four?" Liang Sizhe asked. If it's only more than 300, then the rest can barely make up...
The waitress lowered her head and tried it, then raised her head and smiled at him: "No way."
"Try three thousand?"
"Still not."
"One thousand?" Liang Sizhe said a number ruthlessly. By this time, he was almost certain that he could only leave Cao Ye here first and go back to Lanyan to get the money. It's just that Cao Ye is really curious about how much money he has left in this card. He said in the afternoon that he would like to have a good meal, and brought him here with a lot of money. Bar
This time even the waiter was a little embarrassed, and the smile on his face was visibly stiff: "It's still not enough..."
Liang Sizhe put his two elbows on the marble countertop at the front desk, and raised one hand to support his forehead: "Please help me try one last time, is there a hundred?"
This time, even the waitress seemed to find it difficult to speak, shook her head, and gave him a polite smile of "Sir, are you kidding me?"
Only then did Liang Sizhe dare to be sure that the ripped jeans he was wearing on his legs almost blew up one of Cao Ye's cards - and this generous young master Cao didn't seem to realize until now that he Has become almost penniless because of these pants.
Liang Sizhe almost wanted to take off the jeans to pay off the debt on the spot, but considering that this move would most likely be judged by passers-by as a vicious act of "eating a tyrant's meal is not a hooligan", this idea only flashed in his mind for a second and soon after. was abandoned.
Liang Sizhe sighed with a bit of a headache, and got up to discuss with the waitress: "I don't have enough money on me, can I go back and get it? My friend is there," he turned around and pointed to the table. Cao Ye, said, "It's too high, let's put him here for a while, okay?"
The waiter tilted his body to look in the direction he was pointing, and asked, "How long will it take?"
"Almost an hour?" Liang Sizhe estimated the time it would take Zheng Yin to drive them here.
"Yes." The waiter agreed understandingly.
Before leaving, Liang Sizhe turned his head and glanced at Cao Ye. The other party still maintained his posture on the table and didn't move for a while. You won't numb your arms again this time, will you? This idea flashed in his mind, then turned around and walked out of the Japanese food store.
The return trip took almost twice as long as estimated, and it took nearly 20 minutes to take a taxi alone. During the rush hour, almost every taxi was carrying passengers. Liang Sizhe was so impatient to wait that he finally took a black taxi with a high price and got in.
Haidian within the Fourth Ring Road was so blocked that it took almost three or four trains to break through a traffic light. The driver stepped on the brakes to stop and go, the car body shook endlessly, and the brake light on the buttocks of the car in front turned on and off. Shaking Liang Sizhe made his eyes dizzy, as if he was having an endless and repeated dream.
He turned his face to look at the street that was carrying countless vehicles and was about to overflow, thinking that if his fingers hadn't been broken, would he have become accustomed to this perennially congested city at this moment
The Yinsi Street Night Market, which was crawling on the edge of the city, was still bustling and bustling as usual. The stalls spread to the side of the alley, and the car could not squeeze in. Liang Sizhe paid to get off the bus, and according to the price agreed before getting on the bus, this trip cost him a fortune. One hundred and fifty dollars.
He walked quickly through the stall with the sound of sizzling oil and raised his legs to the steps in front of Lan Yan. Just like every night before, as soon as you enter the Lanyan Banquet, you will be greeted by loud saliva songs and flashing neon lights.
Stepping up two steps, Liang Sizhe pushed the door into his room, put down the suitcase standing by the wall, opened it, squatted down, took out three or four cards from the innermost pocket, read it one by one, and then I took out one of them and put it in my pocket, and put the others back in their original places.
If I remember correctly, there are about 5,000 yuan left in this card, which is enough to settle the bill. Liang Sizhe locked the suitcase and put it back in the corner.
It stands to reason that Lanyan is an old-fashioned building with extremely poor security. You should pay special attention to anti-theft when living in it. After all, even a little flexible young man like them can easily climb to the roof, let alone if a real thief wants to. It's really easy to touch a room.
However, the residents living in the guest house on the third floor are really poor, and most of them don't even bother to patronize the thieves, so the incidence of theft cases here is abnormally low.
When leaving Yinsi Street, Liang Sizhe suddenly felt some reluctance, and even he himself couldn't believe the sudden reluctance. After all, there is really nothing to be missed here - annoying noise, smoky smell of oily smoke, bad houses Conditions, as well as those middle-aged men with pot belly in and out of Lanyan.
The moment he turned his head, the owner of Lao Du Noodle House was walking out with the steaming beef noodles from the night. The heat that floated up covered his glasses with a thick layer of white mist. Liang Sizhe thought that he was probably facing this street. The fireworks above are reluctant.
—Look at these people who live here, living in dilapidated cul-de-sacs, facing demolition at any time, from the moment they open their eyes in the early morning to wait for business to come to the door, and wait until the whole city is quiet in the middle of the night, and it looks like the sun is shining. The boring life day after day, don't they still live happily and leisurely
Probably everyone has their own way of living. Is the happiness of a violinist more advanced and profound than the happiness of these people? It doesn't seem to be. Liang Sizhe thought a little bewildered, that said, but accepting that he can only live such a boring and unexpected life for the rest of his life, this process is really difficult.
Thinking of this, he suddenly understood where his reluctance came from. In fact, it didn't come from the so-called fireworks, but the false promises and expectations brought to him by this alley. It seemed that as long as he tried his best to adapt to this place, he would He doesn't have to be like those trapped in this kind of life, he can get out, he can escape.
In the end, I still have expectations for the big screen... Otherwise, I won't be so reluctant when my hope fails.
There were fewer vehicles on the way back, but it wasn't much better than when we came here, and the taxis still stopped and went. Liang Sizhe took out his mobile phone and checked the time. It had been an hour and a half since he left the grocery store. Shouldn't he be mistaken by the waiter as the kind of person who abandoned friends and ran away from orders
It took another half an hour for the taxi to reach its destination, and finally stopped at the street in front of the Japanese food store. Liang Sizhe got out of the car, closed the door, and strode into the store. When he pushed the door and entered, he turned his face to Cao Ye. s position.
Different from lying on the table before leaving, Cao Ye was facing the aisle at this time, sitting sideways on the leather chair, his elbows pressed against his thighs, his head bowed to the ground, and in front of him were two waiters. Bowing to clean the ground with a cleaning tool.
Vomited? Liang Sizhe felt that his head became bigger again, he walked over quickly, and when he got closer, he realized that the waiter was cleaning the broken glass slag on the ground. He immediately figured out what had happened—Cao Ye broke the cup, and inferring from the glass fragments in the dustpan, there might have been more than one broken.
Cao Ye kept his head down, keeping his original posture, and did not raise his head when he heard footsteps.
Liang Sizhe walked to his side and squatted down, lowered his voice: "Hey buddy, what's the situation?"
Cao Ye turned his neck sluggishly, turned his face to look at him, and was surprised in his drunken eyes: "You didn't leave?"
"Where am I going?" Liang Sizhe was a little amused, "Escape from the bill?"
"Yan... Cheng, you didn't mean to go back..." Cao Ye lowered his head again, put his hands on his face and rubbed slowly a few times, speaking very slowly, "I fell asleep, you didn't I thought you were just leaving."
Liang Sizhe was speechless. He thought that Cao Ye was really drunk and confused. He actually thought he was going back to Yancheng. Do you want to fly back in the middle of the night... He raised his hand and patted Cao Ye's shoulder without saying anything, and straightened up to go. Checkout at the front desk. At this moment, he felt that his heart was still in the water, and all the things that happened that day took him by surprise, which greatly increased his tolerance threshold for various emergencies.
So when the waitress at the front desk told him that the cups that Cao Ye had just broken were worth nearly 2,000 yuan, Liang Sizhe just stood there and took a deep breath, expressionlessly took the bank card from the bank. He took it out of his pocket and handed it to the waiter: "Let's see if it's enough."
The waitress still kept a decent smile: "The balance is still insufficient."
Fortunately, this time the card was only short of 100 yuan, Liang Sizhe lowered his head and took out the 150 yuan left over from the taxi he just took, and took out a 100 yuan cash to make up the money. Holding the only fifty-dollar bill left in his hand, he felt that this moment was really worth celebrating with a glass of wine, and there was still fifty-dollar taxi money left.
He walked to Cao Ye's table, picked up the small half cup of green plum wine that Cao Ye drank on the table, raised his head and drank it all, then reached out and patted the back of Cao Ye's head: "Can you stand up?"
Cao Ye flicked his hand away, like a feline resisting human touch, then staggered and stood upright on the table: "Can..." Before he finished speaking, his body was about to fall forward. Liang Sizhe quickly raised his hand to support him. for a moment, then crossed his arms and walked out.
The doorman standing at the door graciously followed and helped them, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, directed the car to turn from the ramp to the door, and assisted Liang Sizhe to stuff Cao Ye into the car.
Liang Sizhe thanked him, got into the car from the other side of the car, sat in the car and closed the door, he let out a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes and leaned his head on the backrest, thinking about this chaotic and bad day It was finally over, and after returning to Lanyan, he had to climb to the rooftop and clean it up for a while.