On Jiangcheng East Street, the bell is ringing for food.
On the curb, green wine and red lights. In the deep bar, luxurious life. Dynamic jazz, men and women exchanging cups. Between the toasts and cups, the woman covered her mouth and smiled coquettishly, with big breasts and fat buttocks. In the corner of the shadow, a man sat on the sofa and smoked, a little carelessly.
"What are you thinking about?" Shi Jin asked.
Chi Zheng flicked the cigarette ash, "It's nothing."
"The man's bar is opening, and my buddy specially invited you over to support the show, don't be so mean?"
Chi Zheng smiled.
Shi Jin pointed to a woman in a short skirt with a hot front-bulge-back-up on the side of the bar, and said, "You used to like that type very much, but now you're really guarding yourself like a jade."
Chi Zheng didn't say a word.
"Damn." Shi Jin scolded with a smile.
Chi Zheng took a breath of his cigarette and paused for a while before making a sound.
"Lu Sibei knows, right?"
Shi Jin thought for a while, "Isn't it just your little boy?"
"Um."
"What, are you back?"
Chi Zheng laughed slovenly, squinting his eyes and looking somewhere ahead.
"That's his ex-girlfriend." His voice was very weak.
Shi Jin was taken aback.
"who?"
Chi Zheng pursed his thin lips into a line.
"You mean that girl?"
Chi Zheng straddled his legs and put his arms on his knees. With a cigarette in his hand, the dizzy mist slowly rises.
"My dear." Shi Jin was stunned.
Chi Zheng raised his eyes slowly and sneered.
"No." Shi Jin said again, "It doesn't matter if the ex-girlfriend is not now, what are you afraid of?"
Chi Zheng licked his front teeth and looked coldly.
"Who the hell is scared?"
Shi Jin laughed, "You used to be fast and ruthless in chasing women, but now you are too aggressive."
Chi Zheng put the cigarette into his mouth, tilted his head and smoked again.
"When did she and that surnamed Lu break up?" Shi Jin asked.
Chi Zheng stroked his chin and thought for a while.
"If you're right, it's been two years."
Shi Jinmo will ask: "You didn't have an interest in others before, did you?"
For a while, Chi Zheng remained silent.
He's not one for nostalgia, and he can't be bothered to think about it. It seems that the first time I had an impression of her was when I was a sophomore in Beijing International, Lu Sibei came to look for him. Both of them drank too much in his rented house, it was as if Lu Sibei was trapped by love.
That autumn morning, the sun fell on the ground.
Lu Sibei slept all night with his wallet in his arms, and he took it over while biting a cigarette to find out. As soon as I opened it, I saw the smiling photo lying inside. Later, while laughing at Lu Sibei's life and death for a woman, he also helped to make plans to chase her. When Lu Sibei brought her here at a friend's gathering, she was as gentle as a sheep and kept silent, it felt like that was the way it was, and she couldn't get over it.
The atmosphere in the bar was heated.
The man lowered his head and kept smoking a cigarette, frowning, and Shi Jin handed him a glass of spirits.
"Drink?"
Chi Zheng drank it all in one gulp.
"My buddy can't see you like this, just be quicker when you think about it."
Chi Zheng made a 'fuck' sound.
After a few more drinks, he got up and left. Before reaching the door of the bar, he was stopped by a woman. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he raised his eyes lightly. The woman has a hot body with a deep groove on her chest. Holding a wine glass, she smiled at him enchantingly, "Handsome guy, do you want to show me your face?"
"roll."
Chi Zheng's voice was cold, and the woman felt bored and turned away.
At that time, it was eleven or twelve o'clock at night, and he rode back to the store. He opened and closed the door, and took off his short sleeves. Then she was bare-chested, wearing a pair of black jeans underneath, and walked towards the bed. Fumbling in the dark to turn on the desk lamp, he washed his face indiscriminately and sat lazily on the chair.
The hair was still dripping, winding down the upper body.
He opened the drawer and looked at the stack of magazines. A few days ago, Jiang Jin asked someone to send it from his home in Beijing, a selection of all the stories before the style change period of the so-called pen name 'Shu Yuan'. He took out the bound volume of the 2007 preliminary competition, opened it with squinted eyes, and read the "Deep Sea Boy" again. There was a poem-like introduction in the middle, and his eyes were heavy.
He is 1.82 meters tall,
I like to smoke and hang out in Internet cafes.
He is good at playing games,
Girlfriends never lack a spare tire.
Many times by chance,
He is always so wild.
once,
Occasionally in the football field.
just see,
He put on his head and took off his short sleeves. The black tattoo on his back made all the girls scream and shout.
I do not quite understand,
Why is it the letter H.
If there is a chance, I would like to give him a book to read.
…
The light was dim, and Chi Zheng saw the last segment.
There is only one sentence written on it:
In this prime and prosperous day, I want him to know his way back.
He closed the book anxiously and threw it back into the drawer. Kicked off the chair and lay down on the bed. In the light, he closed his eyes and didn't know what to think. He suddenly buried his head on the bed sheet, took a deep breath, and the faint and fresh feminine scent permeated his nostrils.
After a while, the bottom is soaked.
"Hold."
He cursed secretly, frowned, and went to take a bath. Open the side door and turn on the aisle light. When he looked up, he saw clothes and pants hanging on the rope, and he was stunned. He seemed to have forgotten what he was here for, and just leaned against the wall to look at the clothes. Then he casually lit a cigarette, put his tongue against his cheek, and smiled lowly.
In the dim light, the savage fire never goes out between the fingers.
"Meng Shengnan."
He smoked a cigarette and whispered to himself.
The next day, the sun shines on the earth. It was rare for Meng Shengnan to sleep late, and when he woke up, Sheng Dian washed all the clothes in the yard. She was stretching, and Xiaohang was playing in the yard. Seeing her come out, I want to teach her to do eye exercises.
"Sister, hurry up and do it with me."
The little boy is full of energy. She smiled and followed his instructions.
"sister."
"Um?"
She is rubbing her temples.
"Our teacher said that myopia over 600 degrees is hereditary. You always look at the computer, you have to do it every day, you know?"
Meng Shengnan couldn't help laughing at what the little boy said.
"got it."
"That's good."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
She was doing health exercises, and her eyes fell on a row of clothes in the yard. With a sudden light in his head, he spread his legs and ran into the house. Little Menghang frowned, shouted 'Meng Shengnan' from behind, and stomped his feet angrily.
In the kitchen, Shengdian is making breakfast.
"mom."
She lay down by the door, laughing.
"Um."
The festival is washing the vegetables.
"I'll wash." She walked over.
Sheng Ceremony knocked her hand off.
"This is yam, be careful not to itch your hands."
She retracted, stood by and coughed.
"Ask you something."
Grand Ceremony: "Say."
"Well, I have a colleague. She happened to go to a friend's house to stay for a while, and the man went out halfway. She just helped out with a pile of clothes when she was free, and asked me for my opinion because she was afraid that people would think about it. From your perspective, who is as beautiful as a flower, will that man misunderstand?"
Shengdian washed the yam and scraped the skin.
"Didn't she think that the man would misunderstand when she was doing the laundry?"
Meng Shengnan shook his head helplessly.
"I didn't think that much."
Sheng Dian knowingly asked: "Then does she like that man?"
Meng Shengnan paused.
"Somewhat."
"Then it's hard to say."
Sheng Dian bent his lips indistinctly.
"How to say?"
Sheng Ceremony shook the water off his hands.
"Let me tell you, just take that guy home and let mom see if it's okay. You have to take a corner to test my IQ. You don't know that I tested 160 back then."
Meng Shengnan: "..."
Later, at the dinner table, Sheng Dian asked who the man was for the second time. Meng Jin also looked over to ask what was going on, Xiaohang sat on the sidelines and ate obediently, remembering her grudge.
"Mom, I know."
Meng Shengnan narrowed his eyes: "Meng-Hang?"
The little boy hummed.
"If you don't let it go, don't let it go."
Meng Shengnan smiled and patted his head, "Good boy."
"Who are you talking about, you three?" Meng Jin asked.
She smiled, "Just a friend, Dad. It's my mother who thinks too much."
Xiaohang curled his lips and whispered.
"certainly not."
Sheng Dian glanced at her, shook his head with a smile and looked at Meng Jin, and didn't ask any more questions. Meng Shengnan exhaled secretly, blaming himself for talking too much and finding the wrong person to question. After dinner, the whole family is idle. There was a new cartoon coming out that day, and Meng Hang wanted to watch it.
At noon, she and Shengdian went to the cinema with Xiaonian.
Maybe because of the weekend, it was full of parents and children. After entering the screening hall after ten o'clock, Meng Hang couldn't wait to find a seat. After watching it later, Sheng Dian sighed: "At this time, Chinese movies are not as good as they are year after year."
It was a foreign animation.
She took Xiaohang's hand and walked beside the ceremony. I suddenly remembered that when I was studying in college, Lu Wei, the screenwriter of Farewell My Concubine, once said: "I thought Farewell My Concubine was the starting point of Chinese movies, but I didn't expect it to become the swan song of Chinese movies." '
Sheng Dian sighed.
"So Chinese movies need to change, and so do you."
Meng Shengnan was taken aback for a moment, her mother had something to say. All these years, her daughter has followed the rules in a mediocre manner, how could Shengdian not understand. In a blink of an eye, it's the age of marriage, year after year. Before Meng Shengnan had time to think about it, Xiaohang beside her was shaking her hand, and she lowered her head.
"What's wrong?"
"I want to eat marshmallows."
Sheng Dian laughed, "If I don't buy it for you, I'll ask your sister if I don't?"
Xiao Hang pouted.
Meng Shengnan rubbed his hair, "Sister buys."
Xiaohang is happy.
Outside the theater, it was hot. Shengdian seldom came out to be with them like this, so he went shopping for a while. There are many floors on the streets of Jiangcheng, and the roadside billboards are always refreshed. On the 5○2 bus route, Chi Zheng was riding a motorcycle to his home.
Chen Si was sitting on the sofa thinking about cross-stitching, and turned to look at the sound of footsteps.
"came back?"
"Um."
Chi Zheng walked over and sat down, and glanced at the needlework in her hand.
"You bought it?"
Chen Si smiled, "Shi Jin came to bring it to me two days ago."
"He brought it?"
"ah."
Chi Zheng laughed.
"Just pass the time, don't overdo it."
"Mom knows."
Chen Si put down the cross-stitch, stood up while talking, and said: "Mama Yang should be cooking, let's go."
Before Chi Zheng could take a few steps behind, Chen Si turned his head again.
"Tomorrow is Sunday, give Sheng Nan a call and ask her to come over if there is nothing to do."
Chi Zheng touched his nose.
Chen Si patted him on the shoulder, "Did you hear that?"
"I heard."
Chi Zheng smiled.
He didn't go back to the store that afternoon, and stayed at home with Chen Si all the time. In the evening, Chen Si asked him if he had called. Chi Zheng was vague, but Chen Si urged him again. He smiled and took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and dialed a number in front of Chen Si.
There was a beep.
He shrugged, "No one answered."
Chen Si didn't believe it, so he took it to see.
Chi Zheng smiled, "I'll fight again later."
"That's about the same."
Later in the day, it was already dark, and every house in the streets and alleys was lit with lights. The whole family of Menghu is watching TV, which is the prime time of Central Eight. At half past nine, Meng Shengnan returned to his room. She lay on the bed and checked her phone, only to see that she missed it. It was a series of unfamiliar numbers that I dialed three or four times.
While wondering, that number called again.
"Hello." She picked it up.
There was a low smile.
"It's me, Meng Shengnan."
His voice shook her soul.