Nice to meet you

Nice to meet you

The orchestra stood in front of the shelf, reaching for a can of Coke.He was really sleepy, and the part of his right eye socket near the bridge of his nose was painful.Just now at the coffee shop, he almost fainted, and when he suddenly came back to his senses, his hands trembled and he almost smashed someone's cup.He has had the habit of taking naps since he was a child. Although the quality of the naps is not very good, he often just lies on empty with his eyes closed for an hour or two. Even if he barely falls asleep, the colorful dreams are more lively than the reality.But it is absolutely impossible not to sleep, the orchestra who does not take a nap is like an old coat that has been worn for more than ten years, and the whole person is dilapidated.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose hard, and bit the knuckle of his right index finger.But it stands to reason that even if he didn't take a nap, he should be over sleepy by this point.It was almost night after all.Although the sky outside is so bright, against which the fluorescent tubes overhead are so pale, no matter how busy the street is at six or seven o'clock, under the rare vast sky, it looks cheerful and open.But the orchestra was so trapped that it was like seeing a ghost, which was not a good omen.For such a dead house that can't easily see the light, there is a reason for running out from noon on purpose.He received a call from Zhang San last Tuesday night.It sounds like you're drinking too much.Zhang San said, "Guan'er, let me discuss something with you."

Orchestra pinched the handle with both hands, and said vaguely: "Speak."

"I found you a roommate."

The orchestra pressed the pause button, humming, haha, as soon as the fighting sound stopped, the room was very quiet, and the sound of the car horn outside squeezed in every now and then.After a second or two, he said, "I'll move out."

Zhang San yelled: "I knew you were going to say this!" The saliva seemed to splash out through the screen, and the orchestra was not good. "Thinking too much, don't you? I know you have to think too much! Think I'm going to drive you away, don't you? Little ancestor, let's put it bluntly, I'll take your money! The house is rented to you, how do you like it? How to make it. As long as you don’t step out of the gate, I’m afraid you will starve to death one day. No one will know. If there is an emergency, you can take care of it. How many houses you can live in, and the empty ones are piles of ashes. Find someone to watch over you, okay?"

The orchestra felt that he had to coax him first. "Ah San, you misunderstood. It's not that I can't live with others. I'm afraid that people can't live with me."

Zhang San smiled in his nose and eyes. "Don't. I don't know who you are. You are no longer able to trouble anyone, I hope you can still trouble. After all, your roommate will never trouble you. I guarantee you that it is very reliable. One person, if you want him to make a little noise to affect you, tell me I will tell him to get out."

The orchestra said, "Got it, let me think about it."

As soon as Zhang San lost his energy for wine, he suddenly spoke earnestly again. "Guan'er, you understand, I'm definitely not imposing on others. I'll discuss it with you and make a suggestion. If you really don't want to, and you feel that you should be alone, then just leave it like this, and don't talk about it outside. If you move it, act like I didn't mention it."

The orchestra said, "Got it, let me think about it."

In fact, he had nothing to think about.This house belonged to Zhang San, and the location of the decoration, there was nothing to choose. At the beginning, it was said that it was rented to him, and the price was pitifully low. It was basically tantamount to helping the poor. It was a waste to live in him alone.With Zhang San's wealth, he really doesn't care much about this small amount of money, but the orchestra still has self-knowledge. Zhang San can't do anything with this house. He can't make irresponsible remarks about what arrangements people have now. Anyway, in case he really can't Forbearance, just slap his ass and leave - at present, this possibility only exists in theory, you let him move a place, it is better to give him a knife.

What's more, the new roommate is not the same as Yi Dao.After all, Zhang San understands his temperament thoroughly, and the orchestra is not afraid of others.He is not afraid of returning home, nor does he feel disgusted, and is even a little curious, just like a freshman who has just stepped into college at the age of eighteen or nineteen.In a broad sense, he is mentally prepared in advance for every relationship that is about to be established, but in a narrow sense, he often finds it difficult to say a few more words with people.This brother who has never met before is naturally still in his vague concept, and has not been refined into a specific image.In fact, he himself knew that he was thinking a lot. For things like renting together, the doors of each room were closed. Most of them didn't remember the other person's appearance until they moved out.Anyway, he was really too sleepy now, so he had to go back.When he thought of this, it was almost time to tidy up.

Sure enough, the door was ajar.After he went in, he saw two cardboard boxes on the floor of the living room and the sound of water in the kitchen.As soon as the sound of the water stopped, a young man came out, pinching the glasses that had just been taken off the bridge of his nose with one hand, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.When he saw the orchestra, he wanted to reach out to hold it, but suddenly remembered that his hands were still wet, so he could only say, "Are you the orchestra? Nice to meet you. My name is Wang Lei."

The orchestra couldn't hold back the rant, and quickly explained: "I'm sorry, I just thought I heard someone say that a person has to know a few Wang Leis in his whole life."

Wang Lei: "...Then how many Wang Lei do you know?"

"First."

"That's okay." Wang Lei was relieved, said calmly, and resumed the beginning. "The orchestra is the same? I heard from Boss Zhang that he used to be a singer?"

The orchestrator felt that his smile was a bit stiff. "I haven't sung for a long time." He scolded Zhang San in his heart.

"I don't listen to music much either." Wang Lei said, changing the subject. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten outside." The conductor waved his hand, not sure if Coca-Cola, Coffee, and Fried Chicken Chop were worthy of a meal. "Go ahead and tidy it up." The door of the second bedroom was also open, and he glanced at it and saw that it was already tidy and the bed was made.All of a sudden, I lost interest, and I just wanted to go back to the house immediately and isolate myself from the world.It would be midnight when he went out again, and with his eyes closed, he leaned against the wall and touched the bathroom, completely forgetting that he had a roommate from today onwards.

For the next week, he hardly thought about it. The new roommate left early and returned late, and had a stable schedule. It was rare for him to run into each other.Orchestra used to play games on TV, and there was a host in the living room. Because he was afraid that the sound would be too loud and disturb people, he moved the machine to his own room and replaced it with a display screen. If this is considered a sacrifice; other than that , with no noteworthy changes.It's the same on weekends. Orchestra and Tong woke up to take a nap at almost six o'clock. When they heard someone knocking on the door, they thought it was a courier delivery. When they opened the door, they saw that it was a delivery man carrying a lunch box. "Is it the crayfish you ordered?"

The orchestra was unanimously surprised and said, "I didn't order anything."

"That's right, this house number." The delivery man lowered his head and flipped through his phone, and the orchestra reacted and said, "It's probably ordered by my roommate, you can put it here."

The delivery man nodded and left.Orchestra put the box in the refrigerator and wanted to ask Wang Lei about it, but picked up his phone and found that he didn't have an account number.What's worse is that in the blink of an eye, he suddenly couldn't remember whether his name was Wang Lei or Liu Qiang.Guan Xiantong could only smile wryly, and secretly scolded himself for dementia. At this time, footsteps came from the corridor again and stopped at the door. Guan Xiantong stood up and opened the door first, which surprised Wang Lei who was taking out the keys.

"The crayfish you ordered?"

"Already delivered? He didn't call me either." Wang Lei pushed his glasses. "Excuse me."

"What's the matter?" the orchestra said. "I happened to be at home and took it for you. The takeaway is always like this. Let me remember your number."

Wang Lei picked up the lunch box and walked to the kitchen, turned around and asked politely, "Do you use fire?"

The orchestra made a gesture of excuse.He returned to his room, and browsed the webpage blindly for a few minutes, when Wang Lei knocked on his door.Orchestra Concentric said that thanks to not wearing earphones, otherwise, most of them would not be able to hear it.As expected, Wang Lei was holding a large pot of lobsters in his hands, and there was half a pot in the kitchen, red and spicy soup, which looked very ferocious.

"I bought too much... I can't finish it." He said blankly.This was excessive tension, and the orchestra smelled it, so they had no intention of rejecting it at all, and said politely. "Why do you buy so many?"

"There is a discount."

The orchestra sat down on the sofa, simply thinking that having a roommate is not a bad thing.The two opened a can of beer and silently peeled the lobster relative to each other.Wang Lei said, "You don't seem to be firing too much."

The orchestra's face was a little hot. "It's not like once or twice to buy vegetables and let them go bad. After all, I'm lazy."

"Me too, I don't want to move when I came back from work last day." Wang Lei twisted the lobster's head and said slowly.His movements are very dexterous, and there is an indescribable meticulousness. In comparison, the orchestra feels like his hands and feet. "What is your job?"

"Design." Wang Lei said vaguely.

"It is said to be very busy?"

"Okay……"

The orchestra suddenly felt tired, and he really didn't want to admit that it was because he hadn't had such a normal conversation with anyone for a long time; Wang Lei continued to peel the shrimp, occasionally drinking a couple of beers.The orchestra thought that this person had nothing to do with the more common image of an ambitious and talkative young man at this age in his mind, or he might just be reserved.He was very dissatisfied with saying that there was nothing to be restrained in front of him.Wang Lei spoke again, but he had to. "I heard that you used to form a band with that so-and-so, Feng Ping."

Orchestra choked in his throat with a mouthful of spicy oil, what should come will still come.Regardless of whether he regrets it or not, he should have moved out. The reputation of his former partner, called nationality in today's words, is very objective.

"It happened in my last life." He tried hard to sound brisk. "You like his songs?"

"I don't listen to music." Wang Lei answered slowly.He took out a tissue and wiped his hands, then said, "Sorry, I was too abrupt. If you..."

The orchestra was burning with anger; of course, this anger was not aimed at Wang Lei, but at himself.Whether it will work or not is impossible to say!I can't mention it!To an ordinary public who knows nothing!Ordinary people can smell the abruptness, and he is destined not to be able to bear this false name in vain.After making up his mind, he waved his hand to show that those who don't know are not guilty.

"It was true that we played together for a while back then. It was pretty good. You can see it now. The people in our circle are good at counting people. ——But if you want an autograph or something, I can ask someone to ask. "

"What do I want that for?" Wang Lei said, quite pragmatically. "You're not fine now."

The orchestra looked at himself, he had food and lodging, he was drunk and dreaming, and it was really not bad to spend supper here in the middle of the night.Wang Lei didn't know his details, and his general comfort was exactly what he wanted.In fact, the orchestra has a job, and he hasn't left his old job. He works in a studio, goes there two or three times a week, does some chores and receives the subsistence allowance. Not the same.

"Yes." He drank the beer in one gulp, not noticing that Wang Lei seemed to want to toast him with the can. "It couldn't have been better."

The next day, when Orchestra woke up, he felt more and more boring after thinking about it. He wanted to knock on the door to explain, and he suspected that there was no silver 300 taels here.After all, Wang Lei is an outsider, just looking for topics out of politeness, and his efforts are obvious to all. Whoever really wants to learn about his nonsense, finally shook his head and downloaded two copies, and it was over.Wang Lei dared to feel that he had said the wrong thing, accidentally touched his thunder point, and spoke more and more carefully, if the two accidentally met at home, apart from whether it was hot or not outside, they would really be speechless.Fortunately, hot weather is the general trend. No matter how funny people are today, they become really hot repeaters, unable to make constructive conversations at all, and everyone without exception is very lacking.

There wasn't much work in the studio, and the orchestra only went out once a week, and he was as pale as a ghost.In fact, even if he doesn't go to work, he usually has to go out at least once every two days to clean up the accumulated takeaway boxes. But since he has a roommate, Wang Lei goes out every morning and takes away any garbage within his sight.The first time he found out about this situation, the orchestra's emotions fluctuated so much that Wang Lei had to say on the spot that no matter who his roommate was or whether he had a roommate, he had to do it.But in terms of the result, the advantages may not necessarily outweigh the disadvantages. His behavior of making things convenient for others can be said to make the orchestra's already unhealthy living habits worse.

But even the orchestra is reaching its limit; if it's really too long to see a living person, he's going to get pissed off.When there is no shortage of daily necessities, sometimes I go out suddenly at 3 or [-] o'clock in the evening and go to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water. It is like completing a task. It is not a reward for doing it, but a must.Now there is no need to look far away, the knowledge that there is a living person next door, stabilize him for the time being, it can be said that the symptoms are not cured.However, as a fighter who has dealt with himself for many years and is already familiar with the road, the orchestrator only needs to turn off the air conditioner when he feels that he can't bear it, and he can correct his mentality in just [-] minutes.Wang Lei not only took away the garbage in the morning, but also brought back a watermelon at night.The orchestra is rewarded for nothing, and while ashamed, it also expresses this inner contradiction.Wang Lei loosened the collar of his soaked shirt and showed him the real-time temperature on the screen of his mobile phone.

"I don't think you should go out if there is nothing wrong with you."

He had to suffer.But he didn't seem to be envious or curious about why the orchestra was spared this crime.Guan Xiantong was very impressed, thinking that this friend will do great things in the future, maybe within three years, he can save half of the down payment and find a girlfriend who will work together to repay the loan.Probably not yet, because Wang Lei came back every day, although the orchestra had no opinion on the matter of his roommate bringing the girl home.Zhang San said: "Tell me ten thousand words. How about the person I introduced to you?"

The orchestra said, "It's very good. I want to live with him even if I give money."

Zhang San himself didn't expect the effect to be so outstanding, so he murmured, "Is it really that good? Where is it good?"

The orchestra said, "Isn't it good that you can bear me?"

Zhang San said: "That's the reason!" There were several people between them, each of them stretched their necks while speaking, the orchestra was fine, but Zhang San's waist was about to twist into twists. "Damn it, it's so hot, I'm going to the North Pole to escape the summer heat! You haven't moved your nest this week, have you? The last time Datou saw me, he said he wanted to record a few words with you, but he didn't dare to open his mouth to you. So what, next time There is an acquaintance who is going to record a song on Sunday, and he is not very good at singing, so please take care of him."

The orchestra laughed, he was actually there, and he was mostly used as the background board, and it was eye-catching when he was paid for nothing, but it was better for Zhang San to mention which pot was not opened in front of everyone, so as to maintain his tacit understanding .Zhang Sanxian was satisfied after showing off, and went back to continue chatting with the two cool little girls.

The orchestra turns the aching neck together.Good guy, there are people up and down, left and right, competing for splendor, some you know, some you don't.There are many who don't know, and few who know.He has already greeted everyone he knows, and no one specifically asked to know him. At this time, Wang Lei actually sent him a message, asking him very cautiously when he will come back, and if it is convenient, can he give it to him? Bring a pack of cigarettes.

The orchestra replied: "I'll be back in a while." Suddenly, the interest came, and he typed in another sentence: "Do you know who I'm having dinner with now? Your idol."

Wang Lei replied in seconds: "I don't have an idol."

Orchestra put down the phone, while eating skewers with fresh gossip in his ears, he glanced in Feng Ping's direction.Feng Ping was confiding in the VIPs sitting next to him, holding up the chicken wings, gnawing and gesticulating, with a serious expression on his face, he didn't know what he was discussing, and there were three or four people beside him who were eager to try.The orchestra wanted to say something before he left and he had to get a selfie, otherwise Wang Lei would say that he was pretending when he went back.

After ten shots of wine, everyone was getting better and better, and a few more pots of lobster were served, but no one moved.Orchestra Tong went to the bathroom just now, and almost couldn't find a seat when he came back. He accidentally caught his hand in the door, and he could only look at him and sigh.He was really bored, and when he started playing games, he became one with me very quickly. He was confused when someone called him a few times and didn't care. Finally, he was hit on the shoulder, and he turned his head in a jerk. Feng Ping sat on his right at some point. up.Said: "Don't eat shrimp?"

The orchestra showed him the middle finger blood. "No way."

"Okay, I'll peel it for you." Feng Ping actually peeled the shrimp for him, nagging while peeling. "You live by drinking wind now? You're skinny and out of shape. It's not like me, you have to think twice when you pick up a skewer! This stomach! If you don't pay attention for a day, it looks like you're blowing air! It's impossible to admit it when you are old."

As he spoke, he looked down at his lower abdomen, feeling a little self-pitying.The orchestra thinks it is exaggerated, Feng Ping's physique is still not bad, there is no sign of collapse at all, and he can tell that he has worked hard.He said, "That's it, idol pie."

"Come on! Don't embarrass me." Feng Ping is addicted to peeling shrimp, his fingers are flying, and the orchestra is watching him peeling wholeheartedly. Suddenly, they sang loudly together in the box. Immediately, two people played the harmony for him, and one knocked on the plate. Knocking the bowl to beat the rhythm, the scene was frantic, Feng Ping took the opportunity to get close to his ear.

"Two days ago I was standing on the same stage, and I saw a group, two children." He whispered. "It's like the two of us."

The orchestra members smiled in sympathy. "Like shit."

Feng Ping squeezed his shoulder hard, and the orchestra felt the pain, so he opened his hand. "Don't make trouble."

"Who the hell is making trouble, you are the one making trouble." Feng Ping said through gritted teeth. "Did I owe you money or what? I'm so embarrassed by the gods. Lovers, you can't see me well."

"No, sometimes I can't fall asleep when I think of you doing so well," said the orchestra. "It's eleven o'clock. It's almost time for you. You have a family and a family. Who is looking after Xiaoxiao now, his mother?"

"Damn it!" Feng Ping snorted. "She doesn't bring it. She may not be able to go back even if I go back. The nanny brings it. How do you go?"

"Take a taxi and go—" Orchestra looked around the box, turned around and said, "You sign for me."

Feng Ping thought he was joking. "You sign it yourself!"

"Really,——I have an acquaintance who is your fan." The conductor said half-truth, his eyes rolled, and it didn't matter whether it was true or not.Feng Ping has no temper at all. "Take the paper!"

"No paper."

Feng Ping grabbed his right hand, turned it over and flattened it, and scribbled two words fiercely on his hand with the pencil used for ordering food.The orchestra laughed till his face was full of crow's feet, Feng Ping said, "Don't wash your hands when you go back."

Zhang Sanzheng was in the crowd, covering left and right, and by chance, he glanced at the two people chatting passionately, and he was naturally amazed in his heart.Looking up again, the orchestra is gone, only Feng Ping is left smoking leisurely there.Zhang San wanted to ask but didn't ask.It's not the first time that the orchestra has been like this; when people call, he also goes over happily.In the middle of it, the interest suddenly disappeared, and I ran away after a while.Those who knew him had already gotten used to him.People who don't know him don't care about him.The orchestra was walking unsteadily on the side of the street, with his clenched right hand in his trouser pocket.The heat surged up from the blood vessels in waves, every few seconds, it was so hot that I couldn't control it.He looked up at the pitch-black night that was so tight that no wind could escape.He didn't dare to say that he knew this city. At first they hid at the foot of it, surviving on an ignoble existence. They couldn't say that they wanted to escape, but they could only say that they didn't like it.Later, they stood on a high place and looked down at the ants-like flow of people in the street, but they still said they didn't like it.Feng Ping said: You are like this, you don’t like anything.

The orchestra sat down on the edge of the flower bed.In the flower beds there were lush plants, and in the dark they were sweating greasy and acrid.The cicada was high, the cricket was at the foot, and the orchestra was deaf. He thought about Feng Ping, what Feng Ping had gained, and what he had lost.That might not be the same thing.That day has finally arrived.He said: Let's break up.Feng Ping wouldn't be ashamed to say this first, he had to say it.It is said: different ways do not conspire with each other.In fact, there is no difference in the way, more than the same goal, it is only the difference between going and not going.He stopped halfway, and there was no chance to see the end point.But there are many people like this in the world, it is better to say that they are the vast majority. Without these people who give up halfway, the value of a brave man cannot be reflected; he is also worthy of being forgiven, or at least worth being forgotten, because of his weak heart, because he Strike left ear.However, only he himself knows: it's not because he can't hear in his left ear that he can't write, it's because he can't write in his left ear that he can't hear.He disappointed his left ear.Zuo Er abandoned him.Not in the right ear, maybe the right ear is lazy.never mind!A burst of warm wine rolled up his throat.The orchestra got up in time and vomited wildly at the flower root.

After vomiting, he sat down on the same spot again, his throat was hot as if it had been washed with sulfuric acid, his eyes turned black, his heart beat like it was about to explode, and cold sweat continued to break out on his forehead.He covered his left ear with his hand.The surroundings suddenly fell into silence.

There was a sudden darkness in front of him, and someone patted him on the shoulder.The orchestra looked up and thought he saw a fairy.It was Wang Lei. Wang Lei held a bottle of mineral water in his hand, handed it to him and said, "Rinse your mouth first."

Guan Xiantong rinsed his mouth, drank some water, at least he couldn't smell the rancid smell from his nose, and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wang Lei said, "Boss Zhang called me and said you were too drunk."

The orchestra said, "Why did I call you when I was too drunk?"

Wang Lei said, "I don't know."

The orchestra said, "Actually, I didn't drink much, maybe I ate too much."

Wang Lei said, "What did you eat?"

Orchestra: "Lobster."

Wang Lei: "...Are you allergic to lobster? Why was it okay last time?"

Orchestra: "I don't know."

After a while, the orchestra got up and said, "Let's go back."

Wang Lei used Didi to hail a car. When he opened the door, the orchestra fell in like a puppet. The driver looked back at the swaying orchestra and said, "Don't spit on my car."

The orchestra said: "Don't vomit, I have already vomited."

The driver continued to drive very uneasy. Wang Lei, the co-pilot, didn't say a word, and lay down on the seat together, looking at his motionless profile through the safety rail.He felt that Wang Lei might regret this meeting, and it would be better to find a normal person to share the rent.Of course, he may have underestimated Wang Lei's psychological endurance, not to mention that drinking and throwing up happened at least tens of thousands of times a day, and those seemingly entangled undercurrents under the surface were of no value in analysis.

Everyone suffers.Orchestra turned over together, thinking indifferently.Even the driver in front of him is likely to hide ten times more pain than him.Where is Wang Lei?Will Wang Lei have ten times more pain than him?If so, why?Of course, there are chances: Wang Lei is the same, and he is not in pain.That's great, I wish him happiness.

The car stopped on the side of the road, Wang Lei paid the money quickly and got down, the orchestra propped up half of his body, suddenly realized that Wang Lei was going to open the door for him, jumped up in a hurry, and said in hindsight: "No! I can still walk straight. "He is indeed completely recovered, his stomach feels comfortable after vomiting, everything is very comfortable, he is almost buoyant, his thinking is still clear, and he really wants to do some mental work in science immediately, although at his current level he can only fill in the papers in the evening paper. Sudoku.

Wang Lei glanced at him, but didn't make another sound. The orchestra and his armpits and back were soaked, not necessarily sweat, but mostly water.When he was almost at the door, he suddenly remembered: "You smoke."

"In the middle of the night, what are you smoking?" Wang Lei said as he opened the door. "You wash first."

The orchestra took a shower, changed into a T-shirt, and came out while wiping his hair.There is still light in the living room.Wang Lei didn't go back to the room, and sat on the sofa for a rare occasion, with his hands clasped together, frowning and watching the TV, the green light on the screen reflected outside.The orchestra hadn't watched TV for so long that he couldn't even use the remote control anymore. Before he could tell what was going on, Wang Lei turned off the TV with a snap.The orchestra was startled: "Don't watch it?"

Wang Lei said, "Nothing interesting."

Guan Xiantong just thought that this person is a sports enthusiast. Although this attribute is too common, there is not much difference between knowing and not knowing. He also watches football, but he finally got a glimpse of a corner of his roommate's life. Wang Lei's words made him waver again.But in any case, this person watched the ball like thousands of others, so it was harmless.He turned around and took a glass of warm water and put it on the table.Wang Lei sat there, not intending to move his nest at all. He suddenly remembered something and looked down at the heart of his right hand.

The trace of the pencil was gone, only the lines that he was too familiar with and even hated.The orchestra took a second look, then suddenly climbed onto the sofa and began to pull the piano case behind.Wang Lei took a quicker step and stood up to stop him.The orchestra said, "What are you doing?"

Wang Lei said, "Brother, you know what time it is."

The orchestra guy almost fainted, it wasn't him playing, thinking back then, listening to him sing was really not a casual thing, now it's rare for me to sing, and my roommate is afraid of disturbing the people.He wondered if this affected him!Zhang San needs to know what expression it is!Instantly dissatisfied, he couldn't help digging his own grave: "You really haven't heard my song?"

Wang Lei responded calmly: "I have heard."

The orchestra members wanted to slap themselves. "You searched for me."

Wang Lei said: "Yes." Then said: "You sing very well.

Orchestra: "...You pretend I didn't say that."

Wang Lei seemed to realize that his evaluation just now was not sincere enough, so he repeated it again. "It's really good." In order to increase the credibility, he also added a reasonable question. "Why didn't you sing anymore?"

The orchestra sat down on the sofa, and the idea of ​​playing and singing disappeared without a trace.After a while he pointed to his left chest. "There's something wrong with it." He still wanted to point to his head and say that there was something wrong with this, too.

Wang Lei said, "Baidu said you had an operation."

"Well. I have no money at all, and now I have to rent a house."

Wang Lei said warmly: "There are a lot of people renting houses. Of course I can't compare with you."

Although he said this seriously, although it was a deliberate effect, the orchestra could not but be moved by it.He didn't know how to reciprocate, so he had to look at his bare right hand again.

"I met Feng Ping today and asked for your autograph," he said. "But I accidentally washed it off... To be honest, in our industry, there are many people like me. He is one in a million. We have known each other since we were very young. We lived in the basement together, ate instant noodles, went to bars to sing, and said He wants to do this and that in the future. He has achieved it. But I don’t envy him so much—” He felt something was wrong as he spoke. My friend, I've been with him so I'm awesome, or I still look down on him, so I'm better than him" It doesn't matter, the face is not good-looking.He sighed and gave up. It was not easy to mention Feng Ping to outsiders.

"I still envy him," he said at last. "He's pretty good." The latter sentence is actually aimed at some pornography that is not available on the Internet, but Wang Lei may not have read it, so he will not hear his hidden meaning.In the final analysis, it's just chicken and duck talking.The orchestra was suddenly startled to realize that he was still under the influence of alcohol, a little bit out of proportion.As soon as he made a wish, Wang Lei didn't listen to a word just now, and Wang Lei immediately asked a question that fully proved that he not only listened to it, but also made rich associations.

Wang Lei said, "Do you like him?"

Orchestra immediately realized that Wang Lei must have misunderstood.This can't be blamed on him, in the eyes of outsiders, people in their profession may always be a little bit more chaotic (the relative tolerance is also higher, he thinks it is wishful thinking).But he thought it was a little funny to be suspected of it.

He shrugged. "I had a girlfriend before." He said as lightly as possible.

For some reason, Wang Lei's expression was very moved.

"I'm sorry," he finally said. "I did not mean that."

The orchestra smiled tolerantly. "There are quite a lot of people who like Feng Ping." He said, of course, even in a narrow sense, there are men and women.But there really can't be him in there.There may be 10 men and women combined.There won't be him there either.If that's the answer you want to hear!But no one wants to know that at all.Suddenly there was an ominous sound from the kitchen.

"Damn it." The orchestra said. "what have you done!"

Wang Lei strode into the kitchen, and when he came out, his expression was still so indifferent. "The mung bean soup is burnt."

Orchestra: "... What kind of mung bean soup do you cook in the middle of the night? I remember there is still a green heart in the refrigerator."

Wang Lei: "Okay, I'll eat later. Go to bed first."

The orchestra went back to the room without knowing what was going on. The nausea that had been uprooted just now felt a little resurgent. He rolled onto the bed, pressed a pillow against his stomach, and swiped his phone to divert his attention.Feng Ping sent him a message, he clicked on a photo, there were two kids on it, wishing there were makeup under their fingernails, probably the combination he said was "like the two of us", the orchestra laughed and scolded this guy is over!A dull head fell asleep.

Wang Lei cleaned up the mess until two o'clock, went back to the room and played mobile games for a while. He didn't know the exact time when he fell asleep. When he opened his eyes, he vaguely heard voices outside.He opened the door, thinking that the sun was coming out from the west.On the dining table was a plate of fried pork with wild rice stems, a bowl of steamed pork ribs with rice noodles, a plate of dry-roasted shiitake mushrooms, and a pot of sliced ​​watermelon.The orchestra was still in the kitchen, wearing a plaid apron, humming and busy. When he heard him come out, he said, "Are you awake? Have breakfast. Let's have brunch."

When the two sat down at the table, Wang Lei said frankly, "I thought you couldn't cook."

"No way, I really think I can't take care of myself. Those who can't starve to death are lazy." Orchestra said. "You don't work overtime today."

"The project was finished yesterday, so we can rest for a while." Wang Lei said, holding a piece of food with chopsticks, it seemed that he was distracted, and it took a long time to swallow it, and the orchestra was anxious. "Don't, it's not that bad."

"Better than me." Wang Lei said, and said again after a while. "What are you doing?"

The orchestra laughed. "It's nothing, it's my apology. I troubled you last night. It's too bad."

Wang Lei said: "It's nothing. No one has any problems."

The orchestral acclaimed: "Brother, can you speak?"

Wang Lei said: "I have always been bad at Chinese. The physical education teacher didn't want to admit it. I was bad at school. The glasses were read by flashlights and novels in bed."

The orchestra turned his head to observe him curiously. Wang Lei was not wearing glasses, his eyes were not cloudy under the soft eyebrows, and his eyes showed no sign of sunkenness. "You are a few hundred degrees."

"Two hundred and five."

"That's okay." Orchestra bit his chopsticks together. "Most of my friends are blind without being invisible."

"I'm blind too." Wang Lei said. "You will know later."

When sitting in the box and receiving Wang Lei's WeChat message reporting that it was raining outside, the orchestrator occasionally thought of this sentence.He wondered if Wang Lei had been emotionally hurt, but he was in his twenties, and he had the nerve to go out without a story.It was raining outside, he really didn't know it, it was still windy when he came out, the curtains were drawn tightly, there was nothing left to take advantage of the heat and humidity, and the phone still had [-]% of its battery left.He is waiting for Feng Ping.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he and Feng Ping had dinner alone; he expected that this guy wouldn't be playing big games with him, and it was just hard to fly with his wings on the impenetrable second ring road.He struggled with the shocking feeling of [-]% falling to [-]%, and wanted to tell Wang Lei that there was no umbrella or get off and it would be cool (he didn't believe it himself). After hesitating for about five seconds, Wang Lei sent another message: Stop

The orchestra stared at the screen, and suddenly started laughing wildly, startled Feng Ping who opened the door and came in, and walked over to pat him on the back. "What are you looking at, Le Cheng is so stupid."

"Look at your latest gossip." The orchestra said. "It's not like I said, if you have the ability to go out and wander, don't be photographed if you have the ability."

"No! That's hype." Feng Ping sat down heavily. "Recording the program until four o'clock in a row for a week, I'm powerless, I just landed in the morning, I just went home to see the child, come and meet my son Jiugongge. Don't say that his eyeballs really follow me Turn! You really don't know how fun children are!"

What he said did not mean what he said, but the listener meant it. The orchestra has been urged for too many years, so he can't complain that all the pores of his body are on guard. "Your husband took time out of his busy schedule, didn't you come to introduce me to someone?"

"No. After the last meeting, there is always something I want to ask you." Feng Ping said, he was also straightforward, slapped his head and remembered, and he had to solve it as soon as possible. "I heard from San'er that you were going to write a song at the end of last year."

The orchestra raises its legs together,