After going downstairs and having dinner, the two walked to the corner of the street. Xiaobai looked a little listless recently. He didn't even like to eat ham, and always lay on the wall.
Cao Ye fed it with the spare ribs from the evening before it stood up and walked over slowly.
"Look at its belly..." Cao Ye squatted and observed Xiao Bai for a while, then raised his head to look at Liang Sizhe who was standing aside, "It won't be pregnant, will it?"
He didn't say that Liang Sizhe kept bowing and looking down. Xiaobai has been fed a lot by them in the past two months, so no one has noticed the changes in his body these days, but now his belly is obviously bulging, and he even walks a little swaying.
Cao Ye put his palm on its stomach and touched it twice. After a few seconds, he turned his head in surprise and joy and said to Liang Sizhe, "Touch it, there really seems to be a puppy inside!" Liang Sizhe's wrist.
Liang Sizhe squatted down, and he dragged himself to touch Xiaobai's stomach. There seems to be a little life hidden under the warm belly, and when you put your palm on it, you can even feel the shape of the cub.
"Well, it seems to be still moving." Liang Sizhe touched Xiaobai's belly lightly, feeling a little strange.
"Is there really going to be Xiaobai?" Cao Ye was a little excited, "I wonder if Xiaobai will be born when we leave."
"What do you do when you are born?" Liang Sizhe took his hand from Xiaobai's belly and touched its head, "Take it back to raise it?"
"Well, but I don't know if I can take it abroad..."
"Give it to me," Liang Sizhe withdrew his hand and looked down at Xiaobai, who was dazed, "Don't you have one?"
"Oh, okay," Cao Ye replied with a sigh, thought for a while and then said, "But after you become an actor, you may not have time to raise it."
"There will be." Liang Sizhe smiled and put his hand lightly on Xiaobai's stomach again, feeling the beating life inside. He thought that life was good for him, and that he could give him such a gift before he left. A living creature that should stay with him for a long time, there is no better parting gift than this.
When passing the barbecue stall, he met the resident singer of the bar that gave him the guitar. Liang Sizhe had always wanted to invite him to a meal to thank him, but he never met him again.
Zhu Sing also saw them and waved, "Come and sit for a while?"
Cao Ye leaned on Liang Sizhe's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Who is he?"
"The one who gave me the acoustic guitar," Liang Sizhe explained, pulling him over, "the resident singer at the bar on the corner."
"Oh..." Cao Ye responded and followed him.
The two walked to the singing table, and each pulled a chair and sat down opposite him.
"This is...?" Zhu Sing raised his chin towards Cao Ye, looked at Liang Sizhe and joked, "Isn't he also working with you?"
"Well, I clean the table, he is in charge of mopping the floor." Liang Sizhe glanced at Cao Ye sideways.
Cao Ye nodded, cooperating with his nonchalant joke: "Well."
"You two are quite interesting..." Zhu Sing said with a smile, "This is a busy time, are you skipping work?"
"We're not on duty today." Cao Ye said.
"Okay, the cooperation is quite tacit," the lead singer said with a smile, obviously not believing their rhetoric, "I heard that you are going to act in a movie?"
"Who said that?" Liang Sizhe looked at him and asked.
"It's all spread like this. You wander around this street every day, but you don't realize that everyone is talking about you?"
"Did not notice."
"Oh, there may be a lot of people who see you at ordinary times." The lead singer pushed over a can of cold beer, "Drink?"
Just as Cao Ye was about to reach out to take it, Liang Sizhe's fingers grabbed the can before him, held it in front of him and said, "You're underage, drink soda." After speaking, he got up and went to the freezer in the store to get soda.
When he came back, Cao Ye had already chatted with the singer. The singer said that his name was Qin Yizhuang. Cao Ye immediately answered with a smile: "Then do you have a younger brother named Qin Yixie?"
Liang Sizhe sat down and put the soda from the bottle cap in front of Cao Ye: "Drink this."
"How old are you?" Qin Yizhuang looked at them and asked.
"More than two years old." Liang Sizhe sat down, opened the can of beer in front of him, and took a sip.
"You're just over eighteen..." Cao Ye took the soda unwillingly and turned to look at him drinking beer, "Is it delicious?"
Liang Sizhe put the beer back on the table: "It's okay, it's not as good as the fruit wine you drank last time."
"I want to try it," Cao Ye said, looking at him eagerly, "Just one bite, why not Sizhe brother?"
He always looked like this when he was being good. Liang Sizhe had already figured out his routine, but he still couldn't refuse him bluntly, so he reluctantly replied, "Okay, I'll go get you a cup and pour some for you."
Before he got up, Cao Ye took the can of beer: "No, I'll just take a sip... You don't dislike me, do you?"
"Oh, it's okay," Liang Sizhe sat back and said, "You drink."
The beer was a bit choking and bitter, Cao Ye only took a sip and put it back in front of Liang Sizhe with a wrinkled face: "It's not good."
"I'll just say it." Liang Sizhe smiled at his expression. When he picked up the bottle of beer again, he felt a little stunned. He had never shared a water glass so intimately with anyone before.
Even Qin Yizhuang looked at them and said with a smile, "You two have such a good relationship."
"We still have a bed." Cao Ye said.
Liang Sizhe picked up the can of beer and took a sip. The opening of the can of beer is very small, and it can only be in the same position when drinking. This thought appeared in his mind, and then a strange feeling filled his heart, which he couldn't tell clearly. Is it the effect of alcohol.
The warm night wind rushed to his face, with the smoke from the alley, the smell that floated into the nose was not very pleasant, but the atmosphere at the moment was very good.
The hustle and bustle in the ears, the sizzling sound of oil explosions mixed with the chatter of diners, is a market environment that has never been touched before.
Liang Sizhe thought that these three months were actually quite a long time. Looking back, a lot of things really happened.
Tired of the red oil cold noodles at Lao Du Noodle House.
You can climb to the rooftop of Lanyan with ease.
I watched dozens of movies.
Read several professional books.
Xiaobai meets Caesar and is pregnant with Xiaobai.
Summer is coming to an end from the beginning.
The boy who suddenly broke into his life became hard to let go.
There are obviously traces of the passage of time, but when I think about it, I still feel that it has passed in a blink of an eye. Suddenly, I stood at the door of Laodu Noodle Shop with Cao Ye behind my back. It happened just last night.
There seems to be no summer in my life that is so enjoyable. Watermelons, sodas, rooftops, and teenagers who are hard to say goodbye to. Thinking about the summers spent practicing the violin in the past, it seems that I suddenly feel boring and boring, not as good as this summer. interesting.
How will the next summer pass? Liang Sizhe drank beer sip by sip and looked at the bustling Yinsi Street. He was a little drunk and thought that maybe this summer is like strong wine, the entrance is warm, the aftertaste is sweet and bitter, and it is intoxicating.
After drinking a can of beer, he got up and settled the account at the table, and the favor of the acoustic guitar was paid off. He finally got over this matter before leaving Yinsi. He was not used to owe favors. He went for a walk around the bar a few times, but he didn't come across the resident singer. Fortunately, he finally ran into him before leaving. .
The week after that can only be described as time flies. Originally, Liang Sizhe planned to leave a week before the audition, but when he lay in bed and chatted with Cao Ye for a while, he couldn't help but persuade himself to stay for one more day before leaving. .
When he opened his eyes the next morning, he knew he had to leave. He had to give himself a buffer of one day. It would be too risky to leave the day before the audition. If Cao Ye dragged him to chat all night, he was not sure whether he would be able to leave.
Liang Sizhe knew that he had to go, and Cao Ye made up his mind to give him this opportunity. If they went to the audition together, Cao Ye would definitely release the water. He remembered how unsmiling Cao Xiuyuan was sitting behind the monitor during the audition, frowning at himself and shaking his head gently. If that expression was facing Cao Ye, it would be hard to imagine how sad Cao Ye would be.
Just tonight, Liang Sizhe planned in his mind when he was washing. According to their biological clock in Lanyan, four or five in the morning was the time when Cao Ye slept the most. Cao Ye should not notice when he quietly left.
It rained heavily that day, and it was dry all summer this year. Occasionally, they could switch channels by pressing the remote control at will, and they could see the news channel broadcasting the drought in various parts of the north.
But just in time for the end of the summer, suddenly there was a pouring downpour. There was no sun outside, and the house was dark and damp, so it didn't look so stuffy with the lights on. Lying on the window sill and looking downstairs, I could see the dense water splashes when the raindrops hit the ground.
It rained all day and didn't stop until early in the morning. The traffic in the city was almost paralyzed, so the business of Yin Si was not good that night.
The two finished discussing the last scene of the script - Xiaoman killed someone, holding the violin and shaking uncontrollably, the disheveled Peng Yan first looked at the scene in front of her in a panic, then she calmed down, straightened her hair, and calmed down. Breathing, she took the violin in Xiaoman's hand and looked at it carefully and dearly.
She asked Xiaoman to play a violin song for her, Xiaoman took it with shaking hands, put the violin on his shoulders, closed his eyes, held the bow and placed it on the strings. The violin had been deformed during the heavy blow, and the tones it had drawn were weird and distorted. Xiaoman had thought about the scene of playing the violin for Peng Yan countless times, but this time he played it in a ridiculous way. After the song was over, he was soaked in cold sweat.
"God, this is so depressing," Cao Ye said, throwing the script aside, lying on his back on the bed, "I'm almost out of breath... Has the rain stopped outside?"
"It's like, I'll go take a look." Liang Sizhe also felt a little depressed. He was stuck in the room all day, and he was discussing the part where the script returned to depression after the outbreak. If he didn't go out to breathe, he would be out of breath. , he walked to the window and looked outside: "The rain has stopped."
"Then let's go out for a walk." Cao Ye sat up from the bed, "It's so quiet downstairs today, what time is it?"
"One forty." Liang Sizhe looked at the time. According to the usual blue banquet's custom of closing at three in the morning, this time is not too late, but today the business downstairs was deserted and the atmosphere was lonely, which made the night extremely dark.
The two went downstairs together. The atmosphere lights on the second floor were turned off, leaving only a few dim chandeliers for lighting.
Pushing the door out, the street was silent. The heavy rain washed Yin Si's alleys clean and disturbed Yin Si's biological clock. People trapped in the house turned off the lights early and went to sleep.
In the past, the thick layer of grease that covered the cement road was washed by rainwater, and there was no greasy smell of oil smoke in the air.
They were walking in the late summer night, smelling the evaporating rain, and there were only two of them in the whole alley. Even Xiaobai found a place under the eaves and fell asleep in the corner.
Cao Ye was still holding the handheld camera, and while walking backwards, he pointed the camera at Liang Sizhe to record. He asked while filming, are you still afraid of the camera
Don't be afraid anymore. Liang Sizhe said. He has adapted to the camera to shoot at himself anytime, anywhere, and he will not feel uncomfortable, nor will he act very deliberately. The camera is filled with a completely relaxed Liang Sizhe.
Don't be afraid, Cao Ye said, it's me who you want to take the camera to photograph you.
"Well," Liang Sizhe smiled, "this method is very good." But he felt that there might not be a camera facing him for such a long time in the future.
Tired of walking, they walked back to the door of Lanyan, moved out two wooden stools from the house, and sat on the steps to chat.
After a rain, the thick clouds above my head dissipated at some point. When I looked up, the night sky looked very high, deep and empty, and now there was a crescent moon hanging diagonally.
The silver-white moonlight sprinkled all over the ground, and the wet pavement of Yinsi Street reflected the moonlight, and at first glance it even seemed to be covered with a thin layer of snow.
"What do you think Yin Si looks like in winter?" Cao Ye looked at the alley and asked, "If it snows, it will be more beautiful than it is now, right?"
"It should be." Liang Sizhe said. He imagined Yinsi's winter. At that time, not only would there be snow on the road, but snow would also hang on the trees. The silver-clad Yinsi should be very different from summer.
"I really want to take a look..." Cao Ye said, "Let's come over in winter in the future?"
"Okay." Liang Sizhe smiled. These words came from the heart, and he thought he would come to the appointment in the future.
They all know that they are about to leave here. The things discussed these days are all about the future. Yin Si is an invisible separation, separating this alley and the two worlds with clear barriers outside the alley, but it is magical Bring their lives together.
They were silent for a moment, Cao Ye looked up at the sky, pointed to the distance and said, "There is still a cloud there."
Liang Sizhe raised his head and looked in the direction he pointed.
"Did you see it? It seems to be floating over the neon lights."
"I see," Liang Sizhe said, looking at the cloud, "I don't know if it's a cumulonimbus cloud." As soon as he lowered his head, the young man in front of him was still looking at the cloud intently, the shadow of the cloud reflected in his clear pupils , that cloud rippling slightly in his eyes.
"Cumulonimbus..." Cao Ye looked at the cloud and said, "Will it still rain in that moment?"
"Maybe." Liang Sizhe felt that he could smell the cloud, which was wet, slightly cool, and lighter than the rain.
"Guess when it will float over?"
"The wind has stopped, and it shouldn't be too soon."
Cao Ye took his eyes back, looked back at the alley and said, "It's so quiet, it seems that only the two of us are still awake on this street. Hey, let's sing," he suddenly turned his head and looked at him in a whim. Liang Sizhe suggested, "Brother Sizhe, please sing to me, I think you sing very well."
"Is it disturbing the people?" Liang Sizhe smiled.
"You sing softly," Cao Ye pulled the wooden stool towards him, "just treat it as a present for me, we are all leaving here soon."
He took the leave to talk about things. For this reason, Liang Sizhe couldn't refuse. He followed him and said, "What do you sing?"
"Whatever, sing something I haven't heard before."
What I haven't heard before... Liang Sizhe lowered his eyes and thought for a while. He really hasn't heard much pop music. Cao Ye probably has heard the few songs he can sing. He frowned and thought for a while, and suddenly a very distant melody appeared in his mind, and then this melody reminded him that many years ago, when he was very young, the power suddenly went out at home, the street lights on the street went out, and the house It was pitch black. The family of three sat bored in the living room, when the mother suddenly took the violin, played a long minor key in the dark, then held Liang Sizhe's fingers and taught him the notes one by one.
How long ago was that, like it happened ten years ago? But I still remember the melody very clearly, and I still remember the feeling of groping and pressing the strings in the dark. As soon as the memory was aroused, Liang Sizhe felt that he missed his mother.
He wanted to play the tune in his memory again, but he knew that he could no longer play the violin.
"Will I whistle for you?" Liang Sizhe looked at Cao Ye.
"Okay." Cao Ye nodded expectantly.