Cappuccino Rhapsody

The summer of 2011 was very long, the temperature in the air was much higher than the countless summers experienced before, and the air humidity was extremely low. The TV news said that global warming, ice and snow melting, sea level rise The possibility that the future may become more and more intense.

This was the tenth time Qi Xu had quarreled with his father this year—since he said he didn't want to study anymore.

Qi Roujun scolded him in a low voice: "Why are you as virtuous as your little uncle?"

"What uncle?" Qi Xu lay on the bed with Erlang's legs crossed, one hand beat the rhythm on his leg, and asked casually, "Do I have any other uncles who play music?"

"You haven't seen it." Qi Roujun said, "It's a distant relative, the kind who can't be reached at all. I also met once when I was a child. I heard my mother tell me that he dropped out of high school when he was in high school. In order to form a band, in the end, I didn’t honestly go back to repeat my third year of high school and passed the college entrance examination.”

Qi Xu said "Oh", and became a little interested: "What about now?"

"I don't know." Qi Roujun said, "It seems that I am studying in graduate school, and I am planning to take the doctoral exam."

"Tch." Qi Xu suddenly felt that it was meaningless, "I still chose the path of reading as a co-author - I really didn't figure out what is so good about reading? No matter how many books you read, you will use functions when you buy vegetables. Solve the problem?"

Qi Roujun scolded: "You are full of nonsense!"

"Then sister," Qi Xu sat up, "will you help me?"

"How can I help?" Mr. Qi Rou was hard-spoken and soft-hearted. He loved his younger brother the most since he was a child. Hearing this, even though he felt very upset, he still asked.

"Help me out." Qi Xu said, "I can't spend my entire life nestling in this small room."

Qi Roujun said: "You and Dad just give in."

"That won't work," Qi Xu said, "Then I will stay here for the rest of my life."

Qi Roujun: "..."

Qi Xu was released from the small room by Qi Roujun, like a wild horse that had run loose, riding his rotten motorcycle that was bought at a high price but was almost smashed into a pile of scrap metal by his father, the roar resounded everywhere— —That was his 17 years old, the most ignorant, fearless and fearless age.

It is also the best age.

Qi Xu drove several blocks, holding the only two coins left in his bag, and realized that he didn't even have a place to stay.

He searched all his pockets, only to find a small note left by Mr. Qi Rou, with an address written on it.

Qi Xu sighed: "Leave an address, why not leave me a card, old lady."

But he still followed the address on his rotten motorcycle.

There is not even an elevator in the residential area, and there is an old man dozing off in the so-called guard room, and Qi Xu rode a motorcycle roaring past him without being noticed.

Unit One, 702.

*, but also to climb the seventh floor.

Qi Xu climbed to the seventh floor desperately, and knocked on the door for a full 10 minutes, but no one answered. He pinched his temples, leaned against the door and simply sat on the floor. Not long after, he hugged his arms. Legs fell asleep.

This is what Ling Jiangyuan saw when he came back.

He also turned on his phone before going upstairs to see the text message Qi Roujun sent him last night, and ran to the top of the building in a hurry, and he saw this distant relative who was entrusted to him.

Ling Jiangyuan played the drum set all night, his arms were sore, he didn't intend to drag Qi Xu in, so he pinched his nose with his hands and called him to wake him up: "Qi Xu?"

Qi Xu was suffocated awake, shuddered, and raised his head.

Ling Jiangyuan had dark circles on his face, and there were red bloodshot eyes that hadn't slept all night. The smell on his body was very complicated, smell of smoke and sweat. Later, every time he thought of this first meeting, Qi Xu felt that he was really unlucky. It's the worst side of Ling Jiangyuan.

But men never mind these things, Qi Xu sniffed, sleepy, and said in a very aggressive tone: "Who are you?"

Ling Jiangyuan smiled and said, "I am your uncle."

"Ling Jiangyuan?" Qi Xu stood up, only to realize that this uncle who seemed to be smiling gently and softly was actually a head taller than him, and suddenly felt upset, "The one who dropped out of school to start a band?"

Ling Jiangyuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Yeah." He opened the door, "Come in. Your sister entrusted you to me."

It was only then that Qi Xu realized belatedly that his sister not only released him, but also arranged for him a good place where he could realize his dreams—not only that, but she was also considerate, preventing him from being wasted and losing a penny. None were given to him.

It's really a good plan.

Ling Jiangyuan's home is a one-bedroom, one-bedroom, one-living room, narrow and crowded, but everything is neatly arranged, which makes people feel a little warmth of home.When Ling Jiangyuan came back, he first watered the green plants on the tea table, and then gave Qi Xu a set of clean clothes: "It might be a little big."

Qi Xu pouted and was about to refute when he saw Ling Jiangyuan enter the kitchen.

After a while, a steaming bowl of tomato and egg noodles was brought out and placed on the tea table. Ling Jiangyuan said, "If you want to add any condiments, you can go to the kitchen and add them yourself. I have to go to bed for a while."

Qi Xu turned over the eggs in the bowl, let out an "ah", and said, "You don't want to eat?"

Ling Jiangyuan rubbed his nose and said, "I don't want to eat, I'm too sleepy..." After he finished speaking, he fell down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Qi Xu was dumbfounded: "Hello?"

Ling Jiangyuan groaned, and seeing that he was about to slide from the sofa to the floor, Qi Xu stretched out his hand to catch his waist.

Ling Jiangyuan looked quite thin, but Qi Xu didn't expect his muscles to be very strong - and really heavy.

It took Qi Xu a lot of effort to turn him onto the sofa and sleep peacefully. After eating two mouthfuls of noodles, after thinking about it, he went into the room and took the quilt out to cover him.

Qi Xu couldn't help but look at this uncle who came out of thin air.

His condition looked really bad, with dark circles under his eyes, dry and chapped lips, but even so, it couldn't stop his exquisite appearance.

The eyelashes are especially long.Thinking of this, Qi Xu couldn't help stretching out his hand to touch it, tsk, it's quite thorny.

After Qi Xu finished his meal, he put the empty bowl in the kitchen sink, and very consciously went to the bedroom to sleep.

From this day on, Qi Xu stayed at Ling Jiangyuan's house.

He came out without a mobile phone or money, thinking about finding a job to support himself, so he started his own way of applying.

But Qi Xu dropped out of school because of a perfect idea in his mind. He wanted to be a creator, but all the original works he sent were all lost.

A week passed, Qi Xu was very frustrated and found that it seemed that it was not so easy to support himself.

And in this week, Qi Xu saw Ling Jiangyuan only a handful of times.

On the night of the weekend, Qi Xu searched all the spaces in Ling Jiangyuan's house, and finally found a pack of instant noodles to cook, and he fried an egg extravagantly.

Ling Jiangyuan opened the door and came in, startled slightly when he smelled it: "Instant noodles?"

Qi Xu was quite aggrieved: "You don't have anything to eat anymore."

"Ah." Ling Jiangyuan came to his senses, "I'm sorry...I've been busy with my project research these days, and I completely forgot that there is still someone living at home. Shall I go to the supermarket?"

Qi Xu looked at him vigilantly: "Who will pay?"

Ling Jiangyuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, rubbed his head, and said, "How can the elders ask the younger generation to pay for it?"

"Don't touch my head!" Qi Xu said, "You can't touch a man's hair, don't you know?"

"Here." Ling Jiangyuan bent down, "You can touch mine as you like."

Qi Xu: "..." He always felt that Ling Jiangyuan was making fun of his height in different ways.

Someone pays, so Qi Xu naturally picks up delicious ones, the shopping cart is almost overflowing, Qi Xu puts in all the steaks, lamb chops and pork chops that he craved when he was hungry a few days ago, but ignores one The most important question -

"Will you do it?" Ling Jiangyuan asked.

"..." Qi Xu looked upright, "I can learn."

Ling Jiangyuan said: "I was too busy a few days ago, but now that it's over, I can stay at home. You can tell me what you want to eat, and I will make it for you."

"Really?" Qi Xu looked at him with bright eyes, "Steak tonight?"

"Okay." Ling Jiangyuan wanted to touch his head again, but Qi Xu dodged it directly, and he smiled, "You are still a boy, not a man."

Qi Xu rolled his eyes.

Qi Xu found out that Ling Jiangyuan really regarded himself as a junior. When he checked out, he found out that the other party bought a box of milk. The name is that children who are not yet adults still need to grow taller, so drink more milk. .

Qi Xu doesn't even know how to describe this person...

Although he is an uncle in terms of seniority, in fact Ling Jiangyuan is only less than ten years older than him.

Ling Jiangyuan's craftsmanship is very good. When he smelled the smell coming from the kitchen, Qi Xu's saliva began to spread uncontrollably. He put down the rough draft in his hand and wandered into the kitchen.

Ling Jiangyuan wore a Winnie the Pooh apron, covered his nose with one hand, and coughed softly from time to time.

Qi Xu also started to cough as soon as he entered.

Ling Jiangyuan said apologetically: "The range hood at home has been broken for a while, and I haven't had time to fix it. I'll find someone to come over tomorrow when I'm free."

"It looks pretty good." Qi Xu took a look around, swallowed secretly, and said, "I don't know how it tastes."

"Go out and wait." Ling Jiangyuan smiled, "Don't be choked."

After he finished speaking, he cut a small piece of pork chop that had been fried on the side, picked it up with chopsticks and handed it to Qi Xu: "Here, try it."

Qi Xu froze for a moment and looked at him.

"what happened?"

"No." Qi Xu quickly grabbed the pork chop, turned around and walked outside.

"It's really like a child." Ling Jiangyuan smiled, "Remember to wipe your mouth."

Qi Xu: "...I'm not stupid."

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