Wildfire Mambo

Zhong Ci didn't even know how he walked all the way back to school.

He skipped the audio-visual class in the afternoon, spent eight hours finishing a big picture of the back, and then helped Jian Zhuo fill in the color.When he left the studio, his eyes were so tired that he couldn't see clearly, his eyes were full of double images, and his neck was stiff.

120 yuan an hour is still too slow, Zhong Ci couldn't help but wonder whether he can complete the goal in the limited time.

Fortunately, Jian Zhuo is a very talkative person, otherwise Zhong Ci suspects that he will be completely defeated by sleepiness.

I heard Jian Zhuo yelling, "If someone comes to talk to me about signing a contract tomorrow, it's too bad to wear a flowery tattoo", and then talked a lot about music, and then mentioned Yu Addiction, but Zhong Ci didn't quite understand it. Can understand what he said, it can be said that he doesn't know anything about rap, he is the kind of fan that "likes him more than his music" that Yu Jian hates the most.

Then Zhongci heard Jian Zhuo say that Yuji likes people who can always make him feel fresh and interesting.

This frustrated Zhong Ci.

Stepping on the street lights all the way back to school, it was almost twelve o'clock at that time, so he had to sign the fourth letter of guarantee for the dormitory manager this month before he was released.

There were too few professional boys and the alphabetical order of their surnames finally became the reason for his ordering, so Zhong Ci was stuffed into the dormitory of the boys majoring in automation next door like a bonus that no one wanted.

Although he doesn't often go back to the dormitory.

There are many reasons, and the noise that cannot be communicated is one of them.

As soon as he walked to the door and took out the key, he heard the noisy sound of the game turning on the mic inside, but Zhong Ci was in no mood to toss, opened the door and went in directly.Too tired, he just wanted to sleep well.

"Hey, what about the three-person room that we agreed to, today we are going to wrong the three brothers again." The boy by the door saw Zhong Ci walk to his desk, took off his earphones and hung them on the edge of the table, raised his head and said awkwardly Pretending to complain.

"I'm going to take a shower." Another boy showed a very innocent look: "Remember to bring me clothes in later, I don't dare to come out without a shirt when others come back."

Then the three boys started laughing, rattling their chairs while explaining to their girlfriends on the video call.

Zhong Ci turned a deaf ear to it, after all, such things have long been common.His desk was in a mess, and it was full of takeaways eaten by other boys, and it was really used as a three-person room.

And his "sue?a" under the plastic box was mostly soaked in oil and water for an unknown period of time, and the pages of the book were arched, exuding a strange smell.

Zhong Ci cleaned up the rubbish on the table with a blank expression, and then made a piece of space for his own things. He took the earphones off his neck, but his arms were caught.

"Whose headphones are those?"

Zhong Ci was puzzled by the question, he raised his hand to open his roommate's arm: "What are you talking about?"

"Let me ask you, whose earphones belong to?" The boy's tone of words gradually became more serious.

Zhong Ci raised his eyebrows, held the earphones in his hand, turned around and looked up at him.

"I just arrived last week, but it's gone after two days." Another boy also rowed a stool to join in the fun, and the man said, "I don't think many people will buy this color scheme, except me in the whole school. I've never seen anyone use it."

The black, white and red beats wear bluetooth earphones, and I have worn them in selfies posted by Yu Jian on Instagram. In real life, I have not seen many people buying this, probably because the price/performance ratio is really not high.Zhong Ci was so angry that he laughed, "You want to say that the earphones are actually yours?"

"Are you mentally ill or am I mentally ill? I took something and brought it here for you to see?" Zhong Ci felt speechless, not to mention whether his roommate bought it or not is a question.

The boy didn't flinch at all, he stroked his palms: "What you say is your business, but don't you think that if I tell your counselor about this matter, you will not be able to take it up at all? You need Do you want to buy such a good earphone? If the ears have been turned into decorations, will you spend money to pretend to be strong?"

"You can say whatever you like."

Zhong Ci closed his eyes and didn't want to talk to him anymore. Without saying a word, he put all the things he took out just now, as well as the dirty "sue?a" textbook, back into his bag, turned around and left .

He knew that his bad relationship with his roommate was not a one-sided problem. It was originally because he himself was unwilling to hypocritically cater to each other blindly and did not give in to each other, which created the current situation.

Those people didn't know him at all, that's why they grabbed some innocuous issues and repeatedly brought them up, such as his hearing, for example, he liked boys.

Zhong Ci opened a small number of single rooms in the hotel where young couples often go in front of the school. The front desk sat behind the table smoking and never raised his head to speak. Zhong Ci only saw a lot of smoke constantly floating up. .

The room was terribly small, with only room for a 1.2-meter bed and a washroom. There was also a musty smell in the air, and the white walls were mottled with gray mold spots splashed on them.

He didn't turn on the light, fell on the corner of the bed and turned on the phone, started to connect to the VPN as if forming muscle memory, and then went to the social account of addiction.

Cold beer, sand, aqua surfboards, and the scorching sun of San Diego mornings are all here in Southern California.

Zhong Ci knew that the girl who was holding Yu Jian's arms would often see their interaction. She was his Korean student classmate, very bright and beautiful, with dazzling red long wavy hair like a sunset.

In the short video, Yu Yan turned the camera, as if he wanted to store all the sunlight that is rarely seen in the ice and snow world, and then performed a one-handed dragon fruit piercing with his friends in front of the camera. The purple juice stained the entire forearm. Splashed on the red leaves on his arm, smiling like a bad little boy.

Zhong Ci was suddenly in a daze, when he realized that he was lying in such a damp and cold small hotel, like an old newspaper crumpled up in a garbage dump.Everything is too far away, New York and Quanzhou, snowy spring and snowless winter, Zhong Ci often feels like an astronaut participating in the Apollo program, knowing how difficult it is to go to the moon, but still willing to hit the south The wall is just for the small group of hopes in my heart.

He reached out and touched the small metal shell of his left ear, and remembered what Yu Yan said to him on WeChat, "Next time you come, just stand in the front staff area."

This is the first time that the left ear has brought him good things, Zhong Ci thought, probably Yu Jian is also a gentle person.

In a daze, he sent Yu Jian a sentence: "Will there be a tour during the summer vacation?"

Unexpectedly, Yu Yan responded quickly, probably because he was too lazy to type, Yu Yan said in a voice: "There are still two or three months left for the summer vacation."

Zhong Ci didn't know what to say, but when he heard Yu Jian's voice, his mind went blank.

"You are obviously very good. I asked Lao Feng, and he said that you learned from the best master in Xiamen, and now your level can be accepted as an apprentice." Yu Jian seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "So Did you write me wrong on purpose that day?"

"No... nothing." Zhong Ci sent out several words of denial in succession, seeming to be too urgent.

Yu Jian on the other side started laughing again, "Why are you so excited, I'm not here to settle accounts with you."

Zhong Ci heard the sound of the tide over there, and the conversation of young men and women, and then Yu Jian said to him softly: "I want to hear you speak Hokkien."

Zhong Ci was embarrassed by this sudden request. After all, he had never been back to Quanzhou since he came to university, and he had no chance to speak Hokkien again.So I wanted to prevaricate: "Every region has a different accent..."

"You're so boring." Yu Ji replied, complaining as if he had no intention of complaining.

He was most afraid of getting this word from Yu Jian's mouth. What Jian Zhuo said was still nailed in his mind like a commandment. Zhong Ci was so anxious that he wanted to cry, and the knuckles holding the phone were so hard that they turned white.

He thought about it for a while and didn't know which kind Yujiu wanted to listen to. His mind popped up like a conditioned reflex, which was "The Magical Calculation Liu Bowen" that he had watched with his grandpa and grandma for several years when he was a child, and then he used Wen Nuo to listen to it. In the Hokkien dialect, there is a sentence in which "it's still a person in the dream of a spring girl".

Yu Jian found it novel and said that he seemed to be singing.

Zhong Ci's face became hot for a while, and he sat up gently, and really sang a line, a short section of "Entering the Kiln" in Liyuan Opera, and said the line "It is our fate that leads and accompany us".

For the first time, he brought out the childhood time stored in the Liyuan Classical Theater and gave it to others to watch.

Yu Jian asked him what he meant again.

Zhong Ci closed his eyes and just said nonsense, which meant that the widow was very worried and remarried.

The act of singing to Rapper was too weird, Zhong Ci thought about it later and felt that there was something wrong with his brain in an emergency situation.But Yu Jian was stunned for a while, and finally said to him: "Zhong Ci, you sing very well. If you want, I want to sample it in the prelude of the next song."