Xia Chang

Liu Xiaobai talked with his mother on the phone, and he woke up in this strange rainy night, rubbing his hair that had not been blown dry for a while.

The light yellow halo of the desk lamp formed a ring, like a very thin moon. Liu Xiaobai was drowsily flipping through a completely incomprehensible clarinet textbook in front of the desk. Rubber bunny ears.

Zhang Nian was reading the "Plants vs. Zombies Illustrated Book" published five years ago. He was using a dark blue oil-based pen. There were three staves neatly arranged on the top of the piano. It was an English song with a strange name.

Liu Xiaobai didn't decide to discover Zhang Nian's secret, and even the second he saw the signature on the title page of the new book, he reconsidered what kind of person his classmate Teng Xi was.

The fact is that in the drawer of Zhang Nian's desk is a book signed by a girl named "Love in the Time of Cholera".

Liu Xiaobai turned it over, and then put it back in its original place. He was already on good terms with Zhang Nian, so at this time, he remembered that turning over the drawer was a bit offensive; the moment he turned his face, Liu Xiaobai saw a brand new one in the glass bookcase. The box for the new iPhone.

Zhang Nian's summer pajamas had a small doraemon printed on it, and Liu Xiaobai buried his head in the quilt. He finally turned off the light and went to bed, forcing himself to lie down in the dense darkness.

This is the number 17 call to Zhang Nian that no one answered.

Zhang Qi learned to smoke two years ago.

She was still wearing the black suspender skirt at the party, with two spots of red on her cheeks. When she smiled, her beauty was tinged with charming simplicity.

Director Zhao has a strong sense of ritual, so here is a group photo of everyone being too busy to take care of themselves after drinking. Zhang Qi is like a drunken snake, hugging Director Zhao's neck tightly. words swallowed.

Said: "I'll stay in a hotel at night and take my brother with me."

The cigarette butt was burning between her fingers, so it covered a stinging heat on the skin.

No one forgot Zhang Nian who was already drunk and sleeping in the corner of the sofa. He experienced a embarrassing moment in his life, and then he was helped up by a group of tall and elegant people; before he knew it, he had already Leaning on my sister's shoulder, I sat in the car of that strange man.

This is Zhang Qi's relapse day. Before that, she insisted on a kind of extreme self-esteem and independence, and never accepted other people's coats.

While waiting for the red light, Shen Chenyang replied to Chen Ninglu's message, his voice was softer than when he was on stage, and said: "I haven't drunk, I can't drink because I'm driving, now I'm taking a colleague back to the hotel, and I'll be home soon."

"Shen Chenyang," Zhang Qi suddenly opened her voice that had been silent for a long time, speaking like an aristocratic lady dubbed in a dubbed movie, she said slowly, "I'm quite sad."

"For what?" He smiled and asked.

The light spots outside the car window turned into semi-dark spots, covering Zhang Qi's heavily made-up eyes. She bears Zhang Nian's increasingly weak head on one shoulder, and suddenly, she also smiled.

Zhang Qi showed a smile with neat teeth, as if he didn't allow the slightest emotion. This was probably the first time that Shen Chenyang looked at her carefully from outside the scene. They exchanged peaceful gazes in the rearview mirror, like palms stroking water. .

They are unfamiliar, they have also hugged and kissed, they have experienced hearty stories, they are lovers separated from life for hours or minutes.

But none of this has anything to do with love.

"I think this scene is very flat...everything is as expected." Soon to the hotel, Zhang Qi continued to chat with him.

Shen Chenyang probably felt that this was a question that needed to be cautious, so he didn't respond immediately, he blinked his sour eyes in the middle of the night, took a deep breath, and then said: "Yes, the ending of the story is expected, but the emotions of the characters are not. "

"What kind of feelings?"

The car turned a very slow turn and drove into the street where the hotel is located. Many raindrops of different sizes stuck to the car window. Zhang Qi looked at the trees with huge dark green leaf crowns on the side of the street, and she suddenly felt cold. , tightly grasped Zhang Nian's hand.

The shaking windshield wipers looked like a drunk pedestrian, Shen Chenyang looked at the dark gray asphalt road in front of the car, and said two words in his low and deep voice: "Love."

Zhang Qi's bare arms and shoulders seemed to be engulfed by the central air-conditioning along with his face. She was carrying Shen Chenyang's dark blue denim jacket with holes and couldn't keep up with his pace.

"Thank you for your hard work." Dazed by the smell of alcohol, Zhang Qi blinked her red eyes and said.

Shen Chenyang is not a sociable and lively person, he suddenly seemed unable to bear this thank you, and said without raising his eyes, "You're welcome."

"How did you meet your girlfriend?"

"The crew knew each other."

"real or fake?"

Looking at his heavily made-up face in the mirror, Zhang Qi couldn't tell who it was for a split second; at this moment, she was like a cat that had gone crazy and was soaked in the rain, and behind her collapse was a defeated beauty.

Zhang Nian, who was sound asleep, was on Shen Chenyang's back.

Shen Chenyang seems to be experiencing an ordinary social interaction. He is not a man with any outstanding thoughts, and he is less than expressive.

At least in Zhang Qi's place.

In the early morning when the heavy rain stopped, Liu Xiaobai saw Zhang Chengwei in pajamas and shorts.

Zhang Qi, who had just entered the door, was wearing a thin sweater and a baseball cap, and was covering her swollen eyes with a pair of black frames. She sat down, her legs in jeans straightened, and then she fell down on the sofa.

She was sleepy, her mouth tightly pressed with light-colored lipstick, and then sat up with a sigh of rebirth; when she opened her eyes again, Zhang Qi saw Liu Xiaobai standing in front of her holding a schoolbag.

"Sister, I came to find Zhang Nian. Aunt Xia said that he went to play with you."

People can match or not match, but Liu Xiaobai and Zhang Qi are neither. They are not familiar with each other, have not spoken a few words, are not attracted to each other, and have no desire to understand.

Zhang Qi rubbed her eyelids, and her hands were placed between her eyes and the lenses quietly and properly. She probably felt that it was not good to be too serious, so she smiled and said in a hoarse voice after drinking, "Zhang Nian drank too much, now Still sleeping."

Zhang Chengwei is 53 years old, but it doesn't look like he is 53 years old. He came from the kitchen, put a plate of sandwiches on the coffee table in the living room, and said, "After eating this, go to work. It's time to be late."

Zhang Qi was lying cross-legged on the sofa with great sincerity, still quietly rubbing his eyelids, she was still laughing, unwilling to speak.

"I'll go find him and see how he is doing," Liu Xiaobai said.

"Come on, kid, add a WeChat, and I'll send you the address."

Zhang Qi deliberately ignored the existence of his father. She was mature, but possessed the arrogance cultivated since childhood; she picked up Liu Xiaobai's cell phone and typed her WeChat ID into the search box.

Liu Xiaobai was afraid of the stagnant atmosphere in the room. He seemed to be put into a gorgeous and unfamiliar cage, facing two extremely powerful people who didn't feel familiar at all; Zhang Chengwei sent him to the door without smiling, and only said: " Be safe on the road and don't look at your phone."

The wide elevator descended, bringing too short a sense of weightlessness, Liu Xiaobai suddenly closed his eyes, and after only three hours of sleep, he was very anxious.

Sleepy.

Zhang Qi looks like Zhang Chengwei since he was a child. They have divine eyes, slightly protruding browbones, and western-like nose bridges; Zhang Qi looks like an elegant and dignified queen on stage and on screen.

She still crossed her legs, raised her chin to look at her father, and said, "You still know how to come back?"

"I'm on my way to meet with clients, and I don't have a second to spare... You ate your breakfast, and you tell me why your brother hasn't come back yet? Who gave him the wine?" Zhang Chengwei didn't sit down, he In front of Zhang Qi, standing at an oppressive distance.

There was no smile on his face, his black hair was combed back neatly, he took a deep breath, and said, "He's only in high school, do you understand?"

"I poured it." She stroked the loose hair on her forehead and took off her baseball cap.

Zhang Chengwei was shaking his head helplessly. He was not ready to fight, but his daughter's words and expressions gave him a shot first.

Zhang Qi stood up, wrapped her slender and soft waist in a wide sweater, and walked away holding the plate on the coffee table. She went to the kitchen to pour cold milk to drink, and stood at the dining table to finish the sandwich.

"You really... don't know what to do." Zhang Chengwei was about to get closer and yell loudly, but his words became a helpless reprimand. He saw Zhang Qi's cheeks were stuffed with food, and he was standing in front of him wearing glasses. far away.

The girl's tears came, suddenly like some heavy object, dripping without a trace, only a transparent water mark slid on the cheek; he looked at Zhang Chengwei, and suddenly asked him: "Do you think I am acting?"

He also said: "Everyone of you understands me, who can I chat with... What my mother has to do every day is to describe her three views to me, my brother keeps silent or tells jokes, you just tell me to eat and sleep , who should I tell what is on my mind?"

Zhang Chengwei couldn't figure out his daughter even more. He was angry and helpless, but this day he still sent her to the door with a package of fruit snacks. He was going to say nothing, but after a few seconds, he opened his mouth again: "Stop driving, I'll ask the driver to take you."

Zhang Qi has a beautiful personality, she is born not to worry about food and clothing, and she does not care about the many men who come to her door; she is doing the career she has longed for since she was a child, and she loves her relatives when she meets every lonely or beautiful person.

But relatives are not confidantes.

Zhang Nian was awakened by the sound of Liu Xiaobai's knocking on the door, like a sleeping lion being startled, he buried his head in a muffled "I'm so bored", and wrapped himself in the quilt to go back to sleep.

"Where's your phone? Where's your phone... Where's your phone!" Liu Xiaobai's mouth was about to stick to Zhang Nian's ear. He was too impatient and spoke in a very sharp voice. Then, frowning, he threw the white pillow beside Zhang Nian. superior.

Zhang Nian woke up again. Suddenly, he muttered like chanting sutras. After a few seconds, he got out of bed with messy hair. After digging through the box, he finally found the mobile phone in the gift suitcase that Zhang Qi didn’t take away. .

Liu Xiaobai knew it, it was still the half-old, stuck, outdated one.

"It's turned off, and the battery is out." Zhang Nian poked the black Home button with his thumb hard, trying to let Liu Xiaobai see that what he said was the truth; Zhang Nian frowned, his handsome boy's cheeks were a little pale.

Liu Xiaobai suddenly asked him: "You bought a new mobile phone? Why do you still use this?"

"How do you know about my new phone..."

"I went back with Aunt Xia last night. I lived in your room. What kind of perfume are you using? I didn't sleep all night, and I was about to choke to death."

"It's not perfume, it's the smell of softener my mother used to wash the sheets." Zhang Nian lay down, borrowed the charger that Zhang Qi had left on the bedside, turned on his phone, opened his eyes wide, raised his head and curled his mouth. , like a wronged dog, said, "Liu Xiaobai, I'm sorry for you."