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Chapter 143 141. Bob Guitar Girl

"Sister, are you hungry? Are you going to have a midnight snack..."

"Hmm...no...don't eat...don't feed me anymore...ask my husband...the beach...it's fun..."

"..."

I don't know if I'm talking in my sleep or what I'm doing.

The girl in the dark started talking nonsense.

Xu Xin was a little funny, but he didn't bother, and walked into the bathroom quietly.

After washing my face, I felt refreshed. I checked the time...and found that it was past 12 o'clock.

He is very hungry.

However, he is not proficient in cooking.

After thinking about it, after brushing his teeth casually, he quietly walked out of the bedroom.

Originally wanted to ask Jay Chou... but just as he left the house, he heard a snoring sound.

Come out through the door.

That's right, he has a bad spine and snores normally.

have to.

go downstairs.

The bird quietly went downstairs, Sun Ting and Dani curled up on the long sofa, wrapped in blankets and sleeping soundly.

good guy...

Not to mention that he doesn't know how to cook, even if he could, it's impossible for him to go to the kitchen so unscrupulously at this time to disturb people's dreams.

OK, let's go out and eat.

When I went out today, I chatted with Jay Chou in the car, his house is very close to the MRT.

At first, Xu Xin didn't understand what the MRT is, but Jay Chou explained it before he understood... oh, it's the subway.

This is the terminus of the R Tamsui-Xinyi Line MRT, because the housing prices in Taipei are high, and the scenery here is very good, so many migrant workers, or renters, will come here to rent house to live in.

According to Jay Chou, there are many supper stalls at the entrance of the MRT at night.

It's not far anyway, so let's go there.

It just happened to be able to see the customs and customs of Wanwan Province at night.

Thinking of this, he took the camera at the door.

I want to observe the life of this place.

Quietly out the door, according to the memory of the day, he walked two...let's call it an alley road, except for the main road, the others are quite narrow, and then he saw the MRT subway station in the direction of the main road .

Not to mention, there are really many people.

There are still pedestrians walking in twos and threes head-on, all looking tired.

The MRT on the R Tamsui-Xinyi Line runs from 6:12 am to 12:40 pm, and the last bus from Taipei at [-]:[-] takes about [-] minutes.

Xu Xin began to calculate the commuting costs of these people as he walked near the temporary booth with a lot of fireworks at the entrance of the subway station.

80 minutes back and forth, including the time from home and commute from work.

According to the idealized 15 minutes each, that is 110 minutes.

This is still the most idealized state.

If it is the kind that needs to transfer to the subway halfway, or the home is far away, this time will have to be extended.

That is to say... those who commute in the big cities spend at least two hours a day on the road.

In the final analysis, it is the high rent and living costs in Taipei.

What about Yanjing?
Although the situation in Yanjing is not the same now, after all, there are many basements or urban villages.There is even an exaggeration, a two-bedroom apartment of seventy to eighty square meters can be modified, and six or seven people can live in it...

But he always felt that it should be similar to this side in the future.

So... it comes down to a house?

Or housing prices?

The cost of housing is so high that they have to spend two hours a day...and more commuting between the two places.But working time is dead, so what they sacrifice is actually personal time.

Sleep an hour less every day, go to bed an hour earlier...Reduce social interaction, reduce relaxation, and even reduce some trade-offs that are not necessities of life...

Save money, save money...

If things go on like this...

For some reason, a sentence came to his mind.

Inexplicable words.

"High house prices are killing young people's dreams."

And thinking of this, he suddenly felt a little ironic.

Because... the idea I gave to my family seemed to be following this path.

I don’t know if this counts as being right and standing again?
Huh?What is Dang and Li?
My mind was confused for a while, but people had already come to these stalls.

There are two stalls with the most people.

One oyster omelet and one grandpa noodle.

The two stalls should be put together, many people are sitting in front of the small table or eating the thin noodles, but if two people eat together, there will be a golden oyster omelet served on a stainless steel plate in the middle .

There were too many people, but few tables. Xu Xin even heard the people over there asking, "Is there anyone here?", as if they were going to share a table.

He temporarily put aside these too huge propositions, and walked to the booth:
"A bowl of noodles and an oyster omelette."

Hearing his accent, the boss who was cooking the noodles was a little surprised. After looking up, he asked:
"Handsome guy from mainland China, it's bonito head soup base, are you used to it?"

"...What kind of fish is bonito?"

Xu Xin was a little confused.

"Uh... that's... that's bonito... So, you have a taste, if you get used to it, I'm giving you hum."

As he said that, the boss used a disposable paper cup to scoop up a little soup in a bucket.

Xu Xin took it and took a sip...

Didn't think it was anything special.

Quite fresh.

Some don't understand why the boss asks himself this way?
What do you mean?Do you think people in mainland China have never had fish soup?

He was a little speechless... But it must be difficult to ask.If you ask, it may hurt the feelings of the people of the two places.

This proposition is even bigger, and he can't afford it.

After all, this thing is too sensitive...

So nodded:
"Yes, a bowl of noodles and an oyster omelette."

"Would you like sauce?"

"Sand... ketchup, right? No."

Looking at the Heinz ketchup the boss pointed at, Xu Xin shook his head.

"Okay, sit on the side."

"Ah."

Xu Xin responded, found a seat that was still vacant, and asked politely:
"Is anyone here?"

The three looked up at the same time, and one of them stared at the camera with the lens on his chest, and then said:

"No."

"it is good."

After taking his seat, Xu Xin suddenly realized that the camera hanging around his neck was a bit cumbersome.

It's not that he thinks there are leftovers left by guests on this table, but because the place is not that big.

Helpless, I can only hang it around my neck first.

Nikon's D3 camera is paired with the Zeiss owl dedicated for portraits, it is a bit heavy...

Simply put, Xu Xin was put on the ground.

However, this action made the corner of the mouth of the buddy who said "no one" just twitch...

After thinking about it, I suggested a sentence:
"Xiansen, it's better to pick up the owl lens~"

This owl lens is obviously known to people, and they also know that this lens costs more than 13 Taiwan dollars, which is very expensive.

Many young photographers are discouraged.

Xu Xin was stunned for a moment, thinking that this is a knowledgeable person, so he nodded with a smile:
"It's okay, just close the lid."

"..."

As soon as this buddy heard this, he immediately showed a speechless + violent expression.

But don't say much anymore, just concentrate on cooking.

People don't care about their things, so what do you say?
Soon, noodles and oyster omelets were brought over.

Xu Xin took a sip... Not to mention, it tasted really good.

It's a pity...you can't eat garlic.

When you are away from home, not at home, you must always pay attention to it.

And when he was eating noodles, the three of them finished eating one after another.

The buddy took one last look at the camera on the ground... shook his head, and left without saying a word.

Xu Xin continued to bury his head in eating noodles.

A bowl is eaten quickly...the result is not enough.

He shouted again:
"Boss, let's have another bowl, and add some oyster omelette."

Obviously, the accent from the mainland has attracted more people's attention.

But only for a glance.

At this time, the last MRT train should have arrived, and many people came out of the subway station and surrounded them.

Xu Xin has two more guests on this table.

He didn't care, and continued to work on his noodles.

Until I heard the sound of plastic rubbing next to me, followed by an exclamation:
"Ah, evil, evil! What evil..."

Turning his head subconsciously, he saw that the camera he had placed on the ground had deviated from its position and turned its direction.

And next to the camera, a pair of black and white canvas shoes appeared, with jeans on top, and a black sportswear on top... and a girl with a bob hair, a baby face, and a guitar on her back. face.

"fine."

Xu Xin waved his hand first, then picked up the camera.

Although the camera or lens worth mentioning, are precision instruments.

But it's not to the point where someone accidentally touches it, and it breaks after a little friction.

What's more, he put it here and got in the way of other people's business.

After picking up the camera, he continued:

"It's okay, sorry."

After speaking politely, he put the camera between his legs and stomach, and continued to eat in an awkward position.

And the girl also recognized this... The handsome guy who looks a little aloof doesn't seem to be a local, so he quickly switched to Mandarin:

"I'm really sorry, Xiansen, can you...do you want to check..."

"fine."

Xu Xin raised his head again:
"nothing."

He glanced at the girl again... he reckoned that the girl was only sixteen or seventeen at most.

Regardless of the right and wrong of this matter, when he comes out, he can't embarrass his "mother" by saying a word or a deed, right?
Especially in the face of this motherland flower.

Besides, it's not a big deal in itself.

So after waving his hands again, he continued to bow his head to eat.

And the girl seemed to be relieved, and the nervous look on her face faded away...

After hesitating for a moment, he took the noodle bowl and went to find the seat next to him.

Soon, Xu Xin finished his meal.

Two bowls of noodles are a comfort.

After paying the bill and paying the money, he turned to another milk tea stall and ordered an authentic pearl milk tea.

Take a sip... with a look of disgust.

This thing is too sweet after all.

After taking two sips, he threw it aside, then sat on the steps of the MRT and turned on the camera.

The camera is really fine, just a little scratch on the bottom.

He lit a cigarette, and then began to focus on the crowd at the booth, intending to take some pictures of fireworks in the world, and also to hone his photography skills.

First, I started to shoot at the crowd eating noodles at the booth.

In the camera, there are migrant workers eating noodles wearing glasses and suits that have not been ironed for a long time.

The glasses were full of fog, but he gorged himself without the slightest thought.

There are also middle-aged women wearing thick coats with sweat on their foreheads but satisfied faces.

There is also a bowl of noodles, a glass of wine, and a pack of cigarettes. The physical workers who sit at the table and enjoy the leisure of the night.

I even use spoons and chopsticks to eat noodles together, which looks quite cute with a bob...

And this bob-haired girl seemed to find that someone was patting herself, and subconsciously raised her head.

With a "click", Xu Xin fixed the puzzled and surprised eyes in the camera.

Then, after giving a friendly and polite gesture to the bob-haired girl just now, she got up and walked to these stalls, and began to talk to those women who were standing in front of the misty noodle stalls cooking noodles, or those who had just finished a busy day. Oyster fried in a pot, a lean man drinking oolong tea in a thermos cup with a cigarette in his mouth.

Or the owner of a milk tea stall who just made two cups of milk tea and found out that someone took a picture of him and smiled at the camera.

Or eating a bowl of warm noodles, taking off his coat, and leaving with a satisfied face...

Not to mention, Xu Xin really thinks it's very interesting to take pictures of these worldly scenes.

Especially under the intertwined lights of different colors, there are quite a few different poses and different forms in the world.

After taking a picture, he sat back on the steps, took a rest with a cigarette in his mouth, and planned to finish smoking a cigarette, pack some oysters and fry them back, and see who wakes up. If he is hungry, he can eat some.

But at this moment, the bob-haired girl suddenly walked over with a guitar on her back.

"First... first Sen~"

"...Hello, what's the matter?"

Xu Xin looked up, saw that it was her, nodded and asked back.

Then I saw the girl hesitated and said:
"You...were you taking pictures of me just now?"

"Uh...yes. Sorry, if you don't mind, I don't have to clean that one. It's nothing else, don't get me wrong."

"no no."

Hearing his words, the girl quickly shook her head:

"That's not it...it's...that's...uh...can I ask what you plan to use for the photos? Exhibition? Or send it to a magazine?"

"I filmed it myself."

"Oh, that's all right."

She suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Xu Xin's eyes became a little strange.

What does this mean?
And maybe there was something wrong with the way he looked at him, the girl said politely:

"It's like this, I have a brokerage contract. It's just...the company does not allow unauthorized or private photos to be published...I'm afraid that if you use it for other purposes, Xiansen, you will be in trouble."

"A brokerage contract?"

Xu Xin was a little taken aback, and asked subconsciously:

"Are you an artist?"

"Uh... yes..."

"..."

Xu Xin was speechless, and looked around the girl...

What kind of artist does this have to be to become such a virtue?
And she seemed to understand Xu Xin's meaning, shook her head and said:

"I haven't made my debut yet. I'm a singer. I'm currently working on an album... But because I've signed a contract, I can't spread the photos casually. This is a stipulation in the contract. There is no other meaning, Xiansen."

As she spoke, she seemed to become a little embarrassed.

And Xu Xin understood as soon as he heard it, and nodded:
"Okay, don't worry, I'm just taking pictures casually, not a professional photographer...hobby, understand?"

"Oh, so that's how it is... Then... I'm sorry for causing trouble to Mr. Sen. Just now I bumped into your camera, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay... Which brokerage company do you belong to? Haoledi?"

With some curiosity, Xu Xin asked.

"Uh, it's not... I'm a contracted training trainee for the entertainment lab."

"Entertainment... what is it?"

The corner of Xu Xin's mouth twitched.

What's the name of this?
What a broken name?

This name...isn't it afraid of being punched?
"..."

It can be seen that this girl also knows why the other party's face is so strange.

After all, the name does have a bit of... that.

After Xu Xin was speechless about the name of the brokerage company, he looked curiously at the guitar on her back and asked:
"Looking at your age, it seems...you are not yet an adult, right?"

"I'm an adult, I was born in 86!"

For some reason, she seemed to resist others saying that she was young, so she directly reported her age to correct Xu Xin's statement.

Xu Xin was stunned...

86 years?
This face...the bob...the baby fat...

86 years?If you say it's 96, maybe I'll believe it...

Especially that guitar behind her.

Although it's a bit exaggerated... But Xu Xin really feels that her canvas shoes, jeans, cotton sweater and bob hair make people feel that she is not as tall as the guitar...

And maybe the contrast was too strong, or maybe he was really idle right now, suddenly, he became interested:
"You can play the guitar?"

"meeting."

"EMMMM...do you want to play a song? Let me try to take some photos?"

"Uh……"

The girl was obviously a little stunned, she didn't expect the other party to have such a request.

But after being stunned, he immediately showed the generosity a singer should have.

"Okay~ Then... after the photo is developed, can you send me a copy?"

"Well, no problem."

Seeing that the gentleman agreed, the girl immediately showed a smile, took off the guitar bag behind her back, and took out a guitar that looked mottled with time, especially the place where the arm was resting on the guitar. The paint is out of shape.

And Xu Xin had come to a position three or four steps away from her, squatted down, and began to look for an angle.

"Ding dong~"

Sitting on the steps of the subway with the guitar on your lap.

A sound of strumming caught the attention of the diners below.

The girl wasn't nervous, she just thought about it and asked:
"Mister is from the Mainland, isn't he?"

In fact, what she asked was nonsense.

Xu Xin's accent is here.

But the girl didn't want his response, but just talked to herself, saying:

"Recently, I often play a song I heard last year. I really like it. I will play it."

"Ah."

Xu Xin responded and focused on her.

"Ding Ding~"

There was another strumming, and then, a low but soft voice that perfectly matched the night wind sounded from the wind:

"Whenever night comes~"

"Lonely~Alone is always by my side~"

"Behind the heartbeat of every dusk~"

"Yes~you~infinite tenderness~"

Her voice is clean and clear, with a little girl's melancholy.

Even at the first glance, Xu Xin felt like a girl who was worried about writing new words and didn't know what it was like to be sad.

But, it is this kind of folk guitar with this little girl's melancholy that gives people a refreshing feeling.

Moreover, her voice is very recognizable. At first hearing...Xu Xin thought he was listening to Jin Haixin who sang "Wake Up Your Ears" singing in a low voice.

Very catchy.

After taking two pictures of "Kacha Kacha", Xu Xin was a little attracted by the singing.

"I want to go beyond this ordinary life~"

The girl squinted her eyes halfway, her head following the chords of the guitar to the beat.

"Destined to be wandering now~"

"I can't stop the frenzy in my heart ~ yes~~~"

"Persistence in the future~~~"

Gradually, the singing attracted everyone's attention.

Then, after a burst of unusually smooth guitar chords, a voice with a touch of blues and blues sounded:
"Hug you OH~~MY BABY~"

"I see you crying~"

"Whether you love me makes you sad ~ breaks your heart~~~~"

"Hug you OH MY BABY~~"

The two songs use completely different processing methods, matching the slightly narcissistic expression and adding the childish face under the bob head.

Not to mention, Xu Xin was really moved by the contrast between the strong contrasting folk song girl and the mismatched style, as well as the unique and light singing voice.

this girl...

sure.

When he came back to his senses, he changed the angle again, brought the lights of the MRT into the shot, adjusted the exposure, and then clicked again...

Finally, the song comes to an end:
"Even though I am pale and haggard~~scarred~~~tired~"

After a burst of guitar strumming, the singing stopped.

The girl immersed in the world of music opened her eyes again.

No applause.

People who are busy filling their stomachs after get off work don't seem to put their hands off their chopsticks, giving the song the excitement it brings.

but……

unimportant.

After taking the photos, Xu Xin suddenly asked:
"what's your name?"

"Uh……"

The girl holding the guitar froze for a moment, then suddenly showed a cute smile:
"My name is Guo Caijie."

"...?"

The moment Xu Xin heard the name, he was puzzled for a while.

He always felt that he had heard this name somewhere before.

And following this familiar feeling, he suddenly thought of something... a little stunned expression appeared on his face.

Then, slowly, a... looking up and down eyes fell on this girl named Guo Caijie.

Looked very carefully.

Especially the shape of the opponent's bob head.

An inexplicable hair style slowly appeared in my mind.

Guo Caijie seemed a little uncomfortable being looked at by him, subconsciously looked at her clothes, and had the urge to hide her head behind the guitar:

"First... Xiansen, is there something wrong?"

"Well……"

Xu Xin thought for a while and said:

"I have a question, and a suggestion. How about I exchange this suggestion for an answer to your question?"

"...?"

Guo Caijie looked puzzled.

And Xu Xin said directly:

"Shorter hair is suitable for you. The approximate length only needs to be here."

He gestured to the position of his earlobe.

"You are not suitable for this kind of bob curly hair, but for the kind of short hair that looks very delicate and capable, so here it is. Just right, you can find a hair stylist to help you design it, which will make your facial features look better. It is more refined and attractive. Instead of being like now, anyone who sees you at first glance will think that you are underage and a schoolgirl."

"..."

Guo Caijie was a little confused.

But Xu Xin didn't wait for her to respond, but continued:

"I want to ask, I have a friend who is engaged in music, right here. Would you like to meet him with me now. I think he should like your style very much."

"..."

It could be seen that the girl was even more confused.

After being speechless, the "ignorance" on his face turned into a kind of doubt.

Incomparable doubts.

As if to say: what on earth are you doing...

Seeing her doubts, Xu Xin suddenly smiled:
"How? Can you answer my question?"

As soon as the voice fell, the phone rang suddenly.

He took out his mobile phone, glanced at it, and connected directly:
"Hello, sister."

"Brother... why did you go?"

Yang Mi made some hoarse noises.

"I'm out to eat, why are you awake? The noodles and oyster omelets here are delicious, can I bring you some back?"

"Well... okay, I just want to tell you, I'm so hungry... Jay is also hungry, you bring some more."

Xu Xin's eyes lit up:
"He's awake?"

"That's right... I was woken up by his knock on the door. It's almost 1 o'clock..."

"You give him the phone."

"Uh... well."

After waiting for a while, Jay Chou's exhausted voice sounded:
"Hey, I want to eat two oyster omelets, are you on the MRT? That oyster omelette tastes delicious."

"Let me tell you something."

His eyes fell on the girl with a dazed face, Xu Xin ignored what he was eating, but said in a very interested tone:
"Hey, I seem to have found a pretty good seedling."

"What is a seedling?"

"It's the seedlings of music."

"..."

Jay Chou was taken aback...

Subconsciously came the sentence:
"what?"

"I'm sending out an invitation to her, and I plan to ask you to go back and see her. Don't you want to sign someone?"

"...Excellent?...Please, why do I not believe your music appreciation?"

Jay Chou is still skinny.

But Xu Xin no longer paid attention to him, but asked the bob-haired girl Guo Caijie again:
"So, why don't you go over with me to have a look...Although it's late at the moment...but there may be surprises."

He didn't know why he was laughing, and it seemed a bit wicked.

　The short-haired girl in my heart has a hairstyle and a ceiling appearance...

　
(End of this chapter)