Kunming, who will you forget tonight

Chapter 15 Chen Chong's Birthday
After receiving the cigarette, Chen Chong said apologetically, "That bitch can't talk, so don't take it to heart."

"Go in and play." I said to Chen Chong: "I know it well, don't be unhappy about your birthday today because of this little thing."

Chen Chong opened his mouth, what else did he want to say, and came out of the private room with a slap, and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay." I said to Chen Chong again: "Go in quickly, today you are the protagonist, and my brothers have lived together for three years, what's the problem? Go in and accompany the others, I will go back first , I’ve been exhausted from work recently, so I won’t participate in the second half.”

"I'll go back too." Slapped Chen Chong and said, "Talk to Brother Hui for both of us, call if you need anything."

"That works." Chen Chong made a gesture to make a phone call, "Call me if something happens."

I walked out of the car cube with Slap, and he asked me where to play for a while?On a rare weekend, he couldn't believe that I left early because I was tired.I said I was really tired and tired.He slapped his eyes sharply, and asked if I still have some love for Xiyan?I blurted out and denied it. I haven't contacted Xiyan a few times in the past few months. What's the rest of the relationship?absurd.

He slapped his hands dryly, put his arms around my shoulders and said, "Any idiot can tell that Xiyan still cares about you so much, and even picked up her phone and smashed someone in a hurry. What else can you deny? You don't want to listen to my nonsense. Forget it, I want to take a taxi back, will you go with me?"

"Go by yourself, I want to take a walk by myself for a while."

"Pretentious." Slapping down two words, he waved his hand to stop a taxi and disappeared on Jinyuan Avenue.I smoked half a cigarette in my hand and squeezed onto the bus to go home. At the bus stop near Repulse Bay, I saw a lame beggar singing there. He held an acoustic guitar in his arms. There was nothing unusual about it. But the moment I passed by the sidewalk, what I heard was a kind of natural sound. The acoustic guitar he held in his arms was absolutely extraordinary. From time to time, passers-by dropped some small change in the dilapidated cardboard box, and a small number of people stopped to watch.

I even forgot to go home, just stood on the side of the road staring at his guitar, he limped over after singing a few songs to sort out the change, I also bent down to help him, he said politely Thanks.I took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to him, but he was not polite.After sorting out the change in the cardboard box, he and I went back to the flower bed by the side of the road to sit and rest, and the people watching the excitement gradually dispersed.He looked at the passing people with loose eyes, and I sat beside him and asked cautiously: "Can you show me the guitar?"

He froze for a moment, pointed to his guitar and asked, "You know this too?"

"I don't understand." I smiled awkwardly and said, "I just like it."

He was not stingy, he took the guitar off his shoulders and handed it to me. The moment I plucked the strings, he confirmed that it was a good guitar. Even more than that, I couldn't help but close my eyes and sang Xu Wei's "Blue Lotus". This is a perfect song that can be performed with an acoustic guitar. , this feeling is really great.

I don't understand this lame beggar even more. How can you buy such a good guitar even if you are poor?Out of curiosity, I hugged the guitar and asked, "Why do you..." I realized that I didn't want to describe him as a beggar, so I paused and asked, "Why are you willing to spend a lot of money on such a guitar? It's not cheap. Bar?"

"Twenty-eight thousand." He smiled proudly, "The high-priced wooden guitar, I'm glad I didn't miss it back then. I took this guitar all over the streets and alleys of Kunming, and only you saw its value. Isn't it a kind of fate?"

"Forget it." I said seriously: "It's my luck that I want to sing with such a piano."

"together."

""In the spring"."

Once again, I stood here with my guitar in my arms and hummed the song "In the Spring". I cooperated with a strange beggar without any rehearsal or rehearsal, but it turned out to be a perfect cooperation. In the end, we saw a bosom friend's excitement in each other's eyes.It was late at night, he put the guitar into his guitar bag, every movement was so gentle and careful, when he put the guitar away, he said to me, "In my life, this guitar is all I have, It is a kind of spiritual sustenance, how about you? What is your most important spiritual sustenance?"

"I..." I was speechless, I didn't know how to answer his question, what is the most important thing in my life?At this moment, I realized that I was living in such a daze, deep in a strange city, I didn’t know what I wanted to pursue, so I said in a low voice with shame, “I don’t know.”

He put the guitar behind his back, shook his head helplessly and said: "I feel sad for you, you are too poor, so poor that you don't even have dreams." After finishing speaking, he limped and walked into the distance, The figure gradually blurred in the night.That was the first time in my life that I felt sad. I actually lived without knowing what I wanted, not as good as a lame beggar.He is right, I am too poor, I am so poor that I have no spiritual sustenance, not even a dream.

When I got home, I changed my QQ signature to: What is your dream?After staring at the screen for a few minutes, my eyes couldn't help falling on the word document. What is my dream?My dream is that one day my overly idealized words can be accepted by this society. This is my dream, but... will this day really happen?Under the influence of the Internet literature environment, I can't even see the future. This despair stems from being rejected again and again... Perhaps, my "dream" can only be regarded as a "dream"!
Lie on the bed and smoked a cigarette, my heart felt like grass growing, I couldn't calm down at all, so I posted another circle of friends: What kind of feeling does it feel to be ridiculed by beggars for being poor?
Soon, Su Yubing was the first to reply below: The beggar earns more than you, so he has the right to laugh at you.

I replied: You know what a fart!The people who eat melons stand aside.

Su Yubing: How dare you say that about me?I am your boss, if you come out of the bedroom, I promise not to kill you.

Then, I really went out. Su Yubing was lying on the sofa in the living room watching TV, holding a mobile phone in his hand, staring at me with big eyes and saying, "Are you really coming out?"

I came to the sofa, sat next to her and asked, "Why didn't I dare to come out? You are my boss and you are amazing? Do you want to make me unspoken?"

Speaking of this, Su Yubing's face turned dark instantly, I knew she might instinctively think of Wang Yong, the drunk Wang Yong almost raped her at home, she gave me a hard look, " What kind of beauty do you have? Why did you let me tell you the unspoken rules? This lady likes the kind of handsome man who dresses well and takes off his clothes. Muscular... Do you understand?"

I looked down at my stomach, and I decided to change the subject, I couldn't continue the conversation, "What is your dream?"

"What?" Su Yubing was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Are you talking about dreams with me?"

"Um, what kind of life do you want?"

Su Yubing put away her snarky look, and seriously thought for a while, "The pursuit of each stage is different. I remember at this time last year, I just wanted to find a job that suits me near the school. I can work every day. I lived in a dormitory, so I didn’t have to work hard. Later, I went to Pure Advertising Company, which was so far away from the school. I had to rent a house. I fantasized about having a cheap apartment. As a result, I moved several times before and after, and I was never satisfied. , and finally came to Repulse Bay Community, who knew that I would share the rent with you, the life I want most now is for you to get out and leave this house to me."

I raised a middle finger at Su Yubing in a very unfriendly manner, and the phone rang at this moment, only a series of numbers without a name, but the series of numbers were too familiar, it was Xiyan who called.I stared at the phone for a few seconds, and Su Yubing muttered, "Pick it up, why don't you dare to pick it up?" Then she leaned over on her own initiative and swiped on the phone screen.

Xi Yan's eager voice came from the phone, "Qiu Han, come over quickly, Chen Chong is drunk."

I was silent for a while, and said without any tone: "It's okay, I'm just drunk. We used to get drunk when we were in school. Just throw him on the bed and sleep."

"Where is there a bed! Chen Chong hugged a tree in the square outside Che Cube, and Radu couldn't pull it away. A few passers-by wanted to help, so they beat and scolded them when they approached him."

"What about the others? With so many people celebrating his birthday, there isn't even one who can send him to the hotel?"

"Those people are still singing in the KTV. They are all drunk. Some of them don't care when they see Chen Chong coming out. They just care about their own fun. Are you free? Send Chen Chong back for me, I will There's really no way...he vomited again."

What a hassle!I threw my phone on the sofa and got up and went back to the bedroom to change clothes. If possible, I really want to have nothing to do with them in this life, but there is no way, one is the brother who used to sleep under the same roof, and the other It's the ex-girlfriend who sleeps on the same bed... I can't hate Chen Chong, he has done too much for the brothers in our dormitory. It wasn't Chen Chong, maybe I had already dropped out of school and returned home. To put it another way, Chen Chong was also my benefactor.

Xiyan, the girl who was with me for two years, finally left so silently... because of that inexplicable quarrel.

I took a taxi to the Checube Square in Century City, and saw Chen Chong sitting on the ground hugging a tree and crying to death from a distance. Xiyan stood aside and looked very helpless. He muttered a lot of things that I couldn't understand.

Xi Yan stood in the cold wind with her hands folded in front of her chest. Her breasts are so big, is it comfortable to hold her hands crossed like this?

"What should I do?" Xiyan looked at me helplessly and said, "Whoever gets close to him will be hit."

I stood in place and looked around. The nearest hotel was just across the road. First, get Chen Chong to the hotel. At least there is a place where he can wash and sleep, so he won’t lie on the ground in the middle of the night and get drunk and send him to the hotel. Opened a room... Thinking that Xi Yan and Chen Chong are going to open a room in the hotel makes me panic, but I don't have to go, because this is the first way to solve the current problem.

I walked up to Chen Chong, grabbed his arm and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the room, don't sleep on the floor."

Chen Chong glanced at me in a daze, punched me in the face, and cursed vaguely: "Qiuhan, I'm going to fuck you...why Xiyan can't forget you...fuck me Where is it not as good as you..."

(End of this chapter)