SAYE

This room was the reception room of the former steel factory, with a toilet. Although it was abandoned, it still has an owner, and there is always water, so Li Yan was the first to snatch this room.

This place looks quite desolate, but except for the side near the factory which is very lively when the weather is warm, it is not that no one comes here at all. People who are looking for a place to hang around like them just don't come as often as they do.

Gu Fei didn't come here often, but today he wanted to treat Jiang Cheng to a meal, and he didn't want to be too far away from home, and there weren't any decent restaurants nearby, so he thought of this place when Jiang Cheng said it didn't matter.

"There's no heating here, right?" Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa and stomped his feet.

"Look for a fire yourself." Gu Fei took a lighter from the table and threw it over to him, "The bag next to the sofa is full of carbon, find some rags outside... Can you make a fire?"

"Yes." Jiang Cheng got up and went out, and two seconds later he slammed the door and came in again, holding a piece of rag in his hand, with a stiff expression on his face.

Gu Fei was holding a pack of disposable plates and was about to share the dishes first, but was startled by his movement: "What's wrong?"

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng pinched the piece of rag with his fingernails, "I just picked this thing up... There's actually a dead mouse underneath! I'm so scared!"

"Then you still hold it firmly?" Gu Fei didn't understand.

"I think it should be easy to use, so it's strong..." Jiang Cheng threw the rag into the brick stove, "It should be enough to start a fire with it."

"You can find something else to light the fire if you walk ten more steps, the kind that doesn't have dead rats down there." Gu Fei continued to put the dishes on the plate.

"It's so cold that I don't want to move," Jiang Cheng squatted in front of the stove, "I think I've already practiced it now, there are cockroaches in Li Baoguo's pot."

"He doesn't usually cook, he takes care of the poker games." Gu Fei said.

"It can be seen." Jiang Cheng lit the piece of cloth, "If you want to take care of the bed, I guess his house can be sold."

"I can't sell it." Gu Fei took the pot to the bathroom faucet to wash it, and took a pot of water out. "The houses are all from the original steel factory. Most people here are so poor that they only have themselves."

"...Oh." Jiang Cheng put two lumps of carbon into the fire, and stared at them as if in a daze.

After the charcoal was ready, Gu Fei put a pot of water on it, then smashed two pieces of ginger and threw it in, followed by a small packet of prepared goji berries and red dates.

"Do you cook soup?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Well," Gu Fei held the lid of the pot, "Do you like soup or meat?"

"...What do you mean?" Jiang Cheng looked at him with some confusion, "You cook a pot of chicken, and then you only let me choose between drinking the soup or eating the meat?"

Gu Fei sighed: "No, if you put the chicken in cold water, the soup will be thicker and more delicious. If you put the chicken in the water, it will be more flavorful."

"Oh," Jiang Cheng responded with some surprise, "Why?"

Gu Fei felt that Jiang Cheng's reaction perfectly reflected the quality of a true scholar, with no common sense and a thirst for knowledge, but he didn't want to explain to Jiang Cheng: "You just say which one you like."

"Soup." Jiang Cheng answered simply, and took out his phone.

"Well," Gu Fei put the chicken into the pot and covered it, "The chicken is already cooking, let's grill it first."

"Okay." Jiang Cheng stood up while looking at the phone, "What should I do?"

"Eat." Gu Fei replied.

Li Yan and the others like to barbecue here, so they have a lot of things. After Gu Fei set up the grill, he picked up some charcoal from the stove and bought some ready-made meat today. Just brush the ingredients and bake, it's very simple.

"Put chicken in cold water, and the flavor of the chicken will be completely released as the temperature rises a little bit, so the soup will be very thick." Jiang Cheng sat by the stove, looking at his phone while roasting the fire, "Put chicken in boiling water, chicken The outer skin is instantly cooked, and the flavor will be sealed inside, so that the chicken taste will be stronger... right?"

"...Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him, "Do you still want to make a note?"

"This kind of people usually don't ask to recite the original text, as long as they understand the meaning." Jiang Cheng also looked at him.

Gu Fei turned his head and began to brush the meat. When Jiang Cheng said this kind of words, he was very academic, and he belonged to the type that you can't keep up with him when he opens his mouth.

"Do you always get together here? There are so many things," Jiang Cheng stood next to the barbecue grill, "Even cumin?"

"Cumin pepper powder and chili powder are all available, but I don't know if they have expired or not, and I don't know when they bought them." Gu Fei said.

"...day," Jiang Cheng took the bottle, "Let me see... the shelf life is 36 months, so it shouldn't be a problem. You guys couldn't have eaten it more than 30 months ago, right?"

"How long is 36 months?" Gu Fei took the bottle and began to sprinkle the powder without looking up.

"Three years." Jiang Cheng said.

"At least half a month ago," Gu Fei said, "You are really particular. I usually eat it when it smells good."

"You have no choice but to eat like this because you don't understand the expiration date." Jiang Cheng said.

"That's right," Gu Fei glanced at him, "It can't be compared with Xueba's meticulous life."

The meat kebabs were roasted for a short while before oil began to drip down, and the smoke that filled the room began to emit a strong fragrance.

Grilling skewers is not a technically difficult job, and Gu Fei seems to be very skilled, so Jiang Cheng didn't help, and sat back beside the chicken soup to cook on the fire.

There was silence outside the house, and the sky was completely dark. The open window was like a black cloth, which made people feel a little cold, but the stove and barbecue grill in front of them were brightly lit, and they were very solid.

This feeling is very strange, like sitting in a small cornmeal steamed bun that day, the street is cold outside, there is a cold wind, and the car is quiet.

Now outside the window is the black unknown and anxiety, but in front of my eyes is bright and warm.

Jiang Cheng quite liked this feeling.

After such a long time, he came here with depression and anger, confusion and confusion, and all kinds of discomfort. Until today, until now, he suddenly felt a feeling of stepping on the ground.

Although this feeling may be only temporary, perhaps just a sensory illusion, at this moment he still can't help but want to experience it quietly.

"Can you eat spicy food?" Gu Fei asked.

"A little bit is fine, not too much." Jiang Cheng said.

Gu Fei sprinkled some chili powder, put a few skewers of meat on the plate and handed it to him: "Try it, I like a little mushy, these skewers are not too mushy."

"I also like a bit burnt." Jiang Cheng took a bite out of a bunch, "It tastes pretty good."

"I thought you schoolmasters wouldn't eat burnt meat, it depends on the shelf life, so why don't you worry about the burnt meat causing cancer?" Gu Fei continued to grill the meat skewers on the rack.

"Are you annoyed?" Jiang Cheng said while eating, "How much resentment do you have for Xueba, it's so bitter."

"I've lived for almost 18 years. It's the first time I've seen Zhenxueba. I can't get over the ups and downs." Gu Fei put the remaining meat skewers on the plate, piled them up high, and then turned them upside down by the stove. Putting it on the wooden box that serves as a table, "Xueba has a really bad mouth."

Eating grilled skewers by the fire when it was cold was a very pleasant enjoyment. Jiang Cheng didn't want to quarrel with Gu Fei for the time being, so he didn't make a sound, but just buried his head in eating.

"Drink something?" Gu Fei was flipping through a cardboard box next to him, "I remember I didn't finish the wine I bought last time."

"White?" Jiang Cheng asked.

"Nonsense, do you drink beer in such a cold day?" Gu Fei took out a bottle of wine and put it on the wooden box. "At this time, a bottle of Niu Er will touch you and me."

Jiang Cheng looked at the bottle of wine, hesitated for a while and nodded: "All right, have some."

When Gu Fei was pouring the wine, Jiang Cheng was taken aback. The paper cup was filled to the brim. He had never drank liquor like this before, but considering the way he and Gu Fei might choke at any time, he didn't speak and remained silent. He watched Gu Fei put a full glass of wine in front of him.

"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say thank you," Gu Fei picked up the cup, "but you still have to say thank you formally."

"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say you're welcome..." Jiang Cheng also picked up the cup, "But I still have to say you don't have to be so polite."

Gu Fei smiled, knocked his cup on his cup, and took a sip of the wine.

Jiang Cheng glanced at his glass. This bastard drank a sip of baijiu like beer, so he had to drink a similar sip according to the specifications.

The wine burned all the way from the throat to the stomach, and then rose all the way from the stomach, igniting the neck and the roots of the ears.

Gu Fei glanced at him: "You don't usually drink bars?"

"Don't drink baijiu like beer." Jiang Cheng said, eating a mouthful of meat. In fact, in this kind of cold weather, it's quite enjoyable to take such a mouthful while guarding the fire.

"You can take a few sips casually," Gu Fei said, "Isn't there still an injury?"

"I don't feel anything today." Jiang Cheng pressed the wound, and he really didn't feel anything. He hesitated for a while and asked, "How is Gu Miao...?"

"Staying at home for the time being," Gu Fei took another sip of his wine, "Yesterday, that parent called the parents of the other two children to go to school together to make a fuss."

"Fuck!" Jiang Cheng frowned, "It must have been something they did that made Gu Miao react that way, usually she doesn't look at people right at all, okay?"

"They were drawing in Er Miao's book." Gu Fei opened the lid of the soup pot, and the soup inside had boiled. He tasted it, added salt and monosodium glutamate, "Er Miao wants to handle it by himself, I will I didn't go to the school to ask, and I didn't expect her to deal with it like this."

Jiang Cheng could almost imagine what kind of paintings there would be in the notebook, such a big child, the one that adults say "he's just a child", is often the cruelest.

He still remembers that when he was in elementary school, there was a child with a slightly lower IQ in his class who was excluded and bullied by almost the whole class. He even participated in it, as if he was afraid that if he appeared different from most people, he would have the same treatment.

"Then the school will let Gu Miao go home?" Jiang Cheng said, "Regardless of the cause and effect? ​​Even if it's wrong to beat someone, it's not like they won't let you go to school!"

"The school originally refused to accept her. I begged the principal for a long time." Gu Fei paused for a while, then looked at him again, "Er Miao should go to a special school."

"...Is that so?" Jiang Cheng guessed that there must be something wrong with Gu Miao, but when he heard Gu Fei say the words "special school", he still didn't know how to proceed.

"She was born with... a problem," Gu Fei sprinkled some cumin on a bunch of meat, "I can't speak, I only speak when I'm two or three years old, and it's not easy to say two or three words like that." , I can’t learn things, and I don’t seem to be able to express them, and I scream when I’m hungry, thirsty or uncomfortable.”

"Then she..." After Jiang Cheng opened his mouth, he didn't continue. When Gu Fei said these words, he kept staring at the things in his hands. He didn't seem to care, but he could feel his depression.

Jiang Cheng didn't ask any further questions, and Gu Fei didn't go any further, what was wrong with Gu Miao, how did she get that scar on the back of her head, and was it true that she was thrown by Gu Fei's father like Li Baoguo said? .

And whether the rumors about Gu Fei are true or not.

He was curious about all these, but he didn't intend to ask any more.

The chicken soup is delicious, I don't know if it's because the hot chicken soup is so tempting in the cold weather, he felt dizzy due to the warmth after taking a sip.

"This chicken soup is top notch." Jiang Cheng sighed.

"You, a bully, bought it." Gu Fei took a sip of the wine, held the cup in front of his eyes and shook it, "it's the one on top."

"...Oh." Jiang Cheng paused, picked up the wine and took a sip, then nodded again, "Yes."

Although the alcohol content was high, Jiang Cheng usually didn't drink baijiu much, but now while eating and drinking, the paper cup of wine was about to run out.

I don't know if it's because of this reason, but he suddenly wanted to laugh, just like he was smirking when he talked about the fight in Gu Fei's shop that day, now he really wants to smirk.

"I..." He turned his head to look at Gu Fei.

Gu Fei was just taking a sip of the soup, and after looking at him, he turned his head away, and then spit out the whole soup.

With this spray, the switch of their smirks was turned on.

Jiang Cheng laughed so hard that he couldn't even hold his chopsticks, they fell to the table, he wanted to put them away, but the chopsticks rolled to the ground again, he stretched out his hand to pick them up while having fun, picked up a small wooden stick and put it on the side of the bowl.

Gu Fei held the bowl, looked at the small wooden stick, and laughed so hard that half of the soup in the bowl spilled out.

"I can't do it anymore," Jiang Cheng smiled while pressing the wound on his ribs with his hand, "I'm a wounded person, I can't laugh like that..."

Gu Fei didn't speak, leaning against the wall behind him, he continued to laugh for a while, and finally heaved a long sigh: "I almost lost my breath."

After laughing this whole thing, Jiang Cheng originally felt that his back would occasionally feel a little cold because of the wind blowing in through the open window, but now his back was sweating.

"Hey," Jiang Cheng dug into his pocket, trying to find some paper to wipe his mouth, but he couldn't find it after a long time. "I'm exhausted."

"Looking for paper?" Gu Fei pointed to the table behind him, "There are."

Jiang Cheng turned his head, and there were several rolls of paper on the broken table behind him.

He reached out and took a roll, and a piece of paper that was brought down from the table fell at his feet.

When he picked it up and wanted to put it back, he stopped again, staring at the things on the paper for a while.

This kraft paper with staves printed on it was torn from a stave book. He was very familiar with this paper, and his favorite was the stave book with the color of kraft paper.

There is nothing too strange about a piece of staff paper. A scumbag like Gu Fei might have bought it as an English book...

But what surprised him was that there was something written on the paper.

A half-page sheet music.

"Fuck," Jiang Cheng blinked, leaning his hand on the edge of the table, trying to align the double images in front of him, and then hummed a few words, "It's really nice, what song?"

Gu Fei still leaned against the wall, stared at him for a while, and then said: "You still read music?"

"Nonsense," Jiang Cheng leaned back with the score, leaned against the leg of the table, and looked down, "We Xueba know everything... This, who wrote the music?"

Gu Fei didn't make a sound.

Jiang Cheng looked at it for a while, looked up at him, and pointed at him: "You wrote it?"

"Huh?" Gu Fei took a sip of his wine, "Why me, do you think I'm someone who can write music?"

"It's not like it, but..." Jiang Cheng flicked the paper, "But the key signature, look at the b, it's the same as what you wrote, and the lower part is longer, like one hand on the hip."

"What the hell." Gu Fei smiled.

"You wrote it? Or did you copy it for someone else?" Jiang Cheng held the paper and shook it at him, then hummed a few more words, "It's very nice."

"A top student is a top student. You must have learned the staff notation in junior high school. You can still remember this." Gu Fei didn't answer him.

"Damn, underestimate us." Jiang Cheng stood up and patted the paper on the table, thinking that he must have really enjoyed his drink right now. He was so excited that he spoke with wind, "I give Open your eyes."

"Do you want to sing?" Gu Fei was also quite interested, standing up and leaning against the wall to applaud him.

"Wait." Jiang Cheng went to the sofa and picked up his schoolbag, "I don't remember if I brought it or not... Usually I bring... oh, yes."

Gu Fei watched as Jiang Cheng rummaged through his schoolbag for a long time, and pulled out a translucent slender plastic box, flute?

Jiang Cheng knew the score, and he was able to hum it right away when facing the score, which surprised him. For a person like Jiang Cheng, even if Lao Xu said that he was a top student, not many people would believe him until the grades came out. Fighting and hurting people are all strengths. It is not surprising to be able to play, but it is really surprising to read music.

Just like myself, even if you write Gu Fei as the composer, people who are not familiar with it will think that he beat up the composition and snatched it.

Jiang Cheng must have been excited by drinking. A paper cup of wine is about two and a half, and Jiang Cheng's cup is already empty. For people who don't drink often, drinking two and a half at this speed almost requires this kind of virtue.

"The flute? It's so thin." Gu Fei looked at the slender black metal flute in his hand.

"Well, the whistle," Jiang Cheng cleared his throat, "I like the Irish whistle, but I don't usually play it very much, and I didn't play it at home before."

"Why?" Gu Fei asked.

"Because it doesn't look as good as the piano or something," Jiang Cheng smiled. "My mother... Anyway, she doesn't like the piano. She likes the piano because it's noisy."

"You know how to play the piano?" Gu Fei looked at Jiang Cheng's hands. He usually didn't pay attention to them. Now that Jiang Cheng's fingers were pressed on the air holes of the flute, they were still quite long. The knuckles on his thin and long fingers were clear but Not obtrusive.

"Yes, do you want to kneel down? I see there is a cushion on the sofa, you can bring it here." Jiang Cheng pointed at the ground in front of him with the whistle, "Just put it here and kneel."

Gu Fei laughed, touched a cigarette, lit it, and drank it.

He felt that he had never heard whistles before, but after Jiang Cheng blew for a while, he realized that Ding Zhuxin liked Celtic music very much and listened to it all day long. There should be whistles among all kinds of wooden flutes and bagpipes.

He didn't know what Jiang Cheng was blowing, but it sounded very familiar.

I just lamented that I didn’t expect Jiang Cheng to still play this, and he played it very well, his fingers danced nimbly on the air holes... Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped, turned his head and coughed twice: "Sorry, do it again."

Gu Fei had no choice but to applaud again.

Jiang Cheng glanced at him, put the flute back to his mouth, lowered his eyes, and the notes slid out again as his fingers twitched.

This was the first time Gu Fei heard someone play the flute in front of his eyes, and he had an indescribable feeling.

The unhappiness and irritability that Jiang Cheng usually wore on his face disappeared when the first note jumped out, and his slightly trembling eyelashes looked quiet and steady.

At this moment, Gu Fei suddenly and sincerely accepted the setting that Jiang Cheng is a true scholar.

The author has something to say:

It's time for talent show, Da Fei, please pay attention to Brother Cheng who is shining all over his body.The author who has been drinking hot coffee with heated coasters said that he is very happy.

I will share the song played by Brother Cheng today, so you can listen to it so that you can substitute it.The author, who felt that he was super caring, grabbed the black cashmere cushion out of the cabinet and said while patting Maomao.

Privacy and booze!This is the author's trick!The small black cashmere cushion lay on the ground and shouted loudly.