Qiong Dafang relied on eating, drinking and pocket money at Zhen Xiaoqi's house, and finally survived this week.
Today is his salary day. He made an agreement with Zhen Xiaoqi early on to pick him up from get off work in the evening, and then go to the supermarket to buy some fruits and seafood and have a good meal together.
On the phone, Qiong's generous voice was full of joy: "I can get 10,000 pieces of basic salary and bonus this month. Don't you like to eat mangoes? I'll buy you a few large thin-skinned mangoes imported from Thailand at night."
Zhen Xiaoqi put down the ledger and took off the gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of eyes full of smiles: "No, it's so expensive, just buy a few apples."
"Just buy the big mango, and I'll buy it for you." Qiong lowered her voice generously, "Don't I still owe you the bill? I'll go to the ATM to take out the money during the lunch break, and I'll pay it back to you at night. You don't have to feel heartache now. right?"
"Alipay is enough to transfer money. What are you doing with cash? Isn't it troublesome?" Zhen Xiaoqi unconsciously folded the temples over and over with his fingers, and his voice was very gentle. The colleagues in the same office raised their heads and looked at him in surprise several times.
Zhen Xiaoqi was unaware, tilted his head slightly, and listened to the phone attentively with his ear sideways.
Over there, Qiong's generous voice rose slightly, with a hint of teasing him: "Don't you like the red ticket the most? Every time you get Grandpa Mao, you smile very sweetly!"
"Nonsense!" Zhen Xiaoqi blushed suddenly, scolded lowly, and hung up the phone in a panic.
After Zhen Xiaoqi got off work, he waited for a long time to call Qiong Dafang, saying that he had arrived downstairs in their company.
Zhen Xiaoqi picked up his bag and rushed down in three steps and two steps, all the way to the front of Qiong Da, and then stopped the car.
He was like a child, with palms up and arms stretched out long, looking at Qiong Dafang expectantly: "Do you want to give me a ticket?"
Qiong Dafang's expression was a bit strange, he said to Zhen Xiaoqi in a low voice, "Come up first."
Zhen Xiaoqi's smile froze for a while, and he went around behind Qiong Dafang, sat on the back seat of his electric car, and wrapped his arms around Qiong Dafang's waist.
Qiong Dafang drove slowly, Zhen Xiaoqi asked him behind him, "Are we going to the supermarket or the vegetable market now?"
Qiong Dafang was silent, just when Zhen Xiaoqi thought he didn't hear his words and wanted to ask again, Qiong Dafang shook the hand on his waist and said, "Let's go back first."
Zhen Xiaoqi felt that Qiong Dafang was a bit strange, and her voice was not the same as usual. He stopped talking, staring at the back of Qiong Dafang's head suspiciously.
Qiong generously took Zhen Xiaoqi back to his home in silence. When the two sat down on the sofa in his living room, he spoke to Zhen Xiaoqi with great difficulty: "Xiaoqi, don't be angry, that, I can't give you your red ticket for the time being."
He was nervous all the way and didn't know how to speak to Zhen Xiaoqi. Now that he said it, he felt that his heart was hanging in the air: "I lent the money to my colleague, and I can't pay you back for the time being."
Zhen Xiaoqi stayed for two seconds, a feeling of disappointment rose in his heart. He was immersed in the joy of getting the little money all day, and he even planned to spend some of it to buy delicious food and cook a sumptuous dinner for Qiong Dafang. Now Qiong Dafang suddenly told him that he His plans were interrupted, and the joy he had been looking forward to for a day was gone.
Zhen Xiaoqi said unhappily, "What's the matter with you, it's not worth talking about."
Qiong defended himself generously: "My colleague is in a hurry, I don't think I need it urgently, so I will borrow it first."
Zhen Xiaoqi muttered: "You don't need it urgently, you can't even eat."
He asked Qiong Dafang: "Why is your colleague urgently needed? When did you return it to you?"
Qiong Dafang stumbled with her tongue: "This, I didn't ask about this, they are all colleagues, there is no need."
At first, Zhen Xiaoqi was just a little disappointed, but now he is really starting to get angry: "Why is there no need for my colleague to ask? You usually buy things for this colleague and that colleague, do others give you money?"
"That's what I don't want."
"Yes, you are generous, and you are the one who wants face. If you don't say that you voluntarily pay for it, then when someone asks you to borrow money, has everyone paid it back?"
Zhen Xiaoqi became angrier the more she talked. Qiong Dafang was always like this. As long as she had it, she could take it casually, whether it was a colleague or a friend.
His income is not small, but he can only eat instant noodles at the end of the month. Fortunately, he is strong and strong. If he is not in good health, he may not have enough money to buy medicines if he has a cold or a fever!
The more Zhen Xiaoqi counted Luo Qiongfang, the angrier she became: "Can you have some idea in your own mind? How much have you saved after working for so long? Do you have 20 yuan?"
Qiong Dafang originally had a guilty conscience and Zhen Xiaoqi scolded him, but he did not dare to retort. But Zhen Xiaoqi talked more and more. Not only did he criticize the SLRs and tablet computers that he had given away in the past few years, but he also started to talk about college days.
"You take heart and heart to everyone. Has anyone thanked you? The child in Qian Xixi's belly was not yours. You even lent her money to have an abortion. Did Qian Xixi say good things about you..."
Qiong Dafang was scolded anxiously, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he said: "That's my ex-girlfriend, I want it, can you control it?"
He scolded Zhen Xiaoqi, who was eloquent, and shut his mouth all of a sudden. There was an instant silence in the room.
Zhen Xiaoqi stared at Qiong Dafang blankly, as if he couldn't believe what he just said came out of his mouth. But he looked at Qiong Dafang who regretted his slip of the tongue and didn't know how to fix it, and slowly realized that he heard correctly, Qiong Dafang did say it, and he couldn't control it.
Zhen Xiaoqi, who understood, looked like his eyes and mouth were taken out of anger, and they all drooped down, which was a sad expression.
He stood up and said dryly, "I'm going home first."
Then he grabbed his bag and rushed out, running away quickly.
Zhen Xiaoqi carried his large schoolbag on his back, like a snail, slowly moving forward on the road a little bit.
There was no anger in his heart, he just felt empty.
He admitted that what Qiong Dafang said was the truth. What right did he have to judge him and criticize his way of life
Zhen Xiaoqi, you can't control it, you have crossed the line. He calmly told himself that friends shouldn't be like this, not even long-term friends.
He always interfered in Qiong Dafang's life unconsciously. As long as Qiong Dafang did not object, he pretended not to know his little thoughts.
But what is fake is fake after all. When the client reveals that he is not qualified at all, it is more embarrassing than any time, as if his unspeakable little thoughts were exposed to the sun.
He procrastinated across the street, entered the community habitually, and climbed up to the sixth floor. Climbing to the floor of my own house, I felt exhausted and sat down at the door, not even having the strength to open the door.
I don't usually think that the sixth floor is so high, the old community is not good. Zhen Xiaoqi thought blankly in his heart, and his thoughts went to the east and the west for a while.
He thought of Qiong Dafang again. He knew that he was annoying. He talked nonsense and criticized others endlessly. No one could stand him like this.
But is it really bullshitting? The name Qian Xixi appeared in Zhen Xiaoqi's mind again, why did he talk about Qian Xixi? It's been a long time since they graduated three or four years ago, but he didn't forget it at all.
He remembered Qian Xixi, one of their female classmates, Qiong Dafang's ex-girlfriend.
He still remembered that he used to be generous occasionally. At that time, he bought a movie ticket and wanted to ask Qiong to go to the movie generously. It was a literary romance.
When he held the movie ticket in his hand and made the greatest determination and courage in his life, he wanted to ask Qiong Dafang if he wanted to go with him—
Before he opened his mouth, Qiong Dafang had already asked him enthusiastically if he could help him to confess to Qian Xixi.
Like many blue-headed male college students, Qiong Dafang bought colored candles and placed a heart-shaped candle array under the girls' dormitory very creatively.
That night, Zhen Xiaoqi bent down and helped him light candles one by one, and lighted the candles that Qiong Dao confessed to others.
Time passed little by little, and the sky slowly darkened. Below the girls' dormitory gathered a group of people watching the fun.
It was a clear night, the breeze was blowing from the playground, gentle and soft, cool and comfortable, and the candles were not in danger of being blown out.
Zhen Xiaoqi counted one, two, three, one second, two seconds, three seconds...
The opening time of the movie passed minute by minute, and the audience that was supposed to come never came.
That was the biggest waste of Zhen Xiaoqi's life.
Qiong Dafang embraced the first love in his life in the flickering candlelight. The surrounding students gave kind applause and laughter. Everything was so beautiful.
Zhen Xiaoqi stood far outside the aperture, in the shadows that the candlelight couldn't reach, as if all the excitement had nothing to do with him.
Fifty dollars for two movie tickets. He, who has always been miserly, was about to die because of this heartache.
He will never pay that much for a movie again in his life.
Zhen Xiaoqi buried his head on his knees and wept silently in the stairwell in front of the house.
The extravagant thoughts that have spread from puberty to the present, the extravagant thoughts that have been pressed down and burned to ashes and crushed into mud, the extravagant thoughts that cannot be covered up by the other forty-two after trying their best, have been peeping in the dark, mocking his incompetence. relief.
I tried my best, really tried my best.
But what is the use of trying hard, even if the writing on the notebook is covered with ink, it will leave a dark mark.
The traces in my heart are covered by the high-rise buildings that are trivially built day after day, but once the high-rise building collapses and the masonry collapses, the foundation below will still clearly reveal its original face.
There are only three words engraved with time on it - Qiong Dafang.