REMIX

For the minute that seemed to disappear from my life, I was sluggish.

His hands, from fingertips to palms, supported my face. I couldn't feel anything. Desperation came, my consciousness was robbed, and he stopped me from pinching my neck with my hands. Shaking his head at him, a round tear hit his hand.

Both he and I were stunned.

Caught in his arms, I finally gave up struggling.

Probably neither of us has ever seen that expression on each other's faces. I used to think that injuries should be accompanied by screaming and moaning. It turns out that there is a kind of breakdown that is silent, and all talk about pain is forbidden, let alone luxury. empathy.

I couldn't even let him know the words I couldn't say out loud.

——I still want to sing.

If 10 minutes ago I accepted this day as an indelible blemish in my life, then this incident really made me feel that my future was destroyed.

Songs I haven't finished writing, manuscripts I've stuffed entire drawers, everything I've done so far...

If I can no longer sing...

What interrupted my thoughts was Gong Junye's hand holding my chin.

I have long been in a state of confusion, all reactions are obeying external instructions, my face is forced to lift up, and my gaze climbs up along his pursed lips, from the tight jaw to the emotionless pupils.He blinked slowly, there was nothing unusual about this movement, but I clearly smelled a terrible smell that was about to come.

Although my cognition does not have an absolutely objective reference value, after all, people will show different faces in front of different objects, but I, at least I, have never seen him angry.Even if it's getting angry at other people in front of me.He has the capacity to deal with people from all walks of life. He is a philistine and a philistine when he should be romantic, and his emotions and anger are invisible. I don't think I can reach this level after ten years of practice——

And the most frightening thing is that I can still understand the meaning of "terrible" in this case.

His eyebrows and eyes are announcing to me that what happened after he let me go is beyond my control.

Things got a little out of hand.

He pushed open the door of the bathroom, strode back to the center of the noisy crowd, and let me chase after the raised black hem, I couldn't see his face from the angle behind him, I didn't know what he wanted to do and couldn't ask, He raised his hand above his head and made a gesture to everyone in the corridor who listened to his order.

With the index finger and middle finger together, he pointed towards the closed door of the private room like a gun.

"Baby!" Xia Jie, who was standing with Zhou Jingyang over there, wanted to stop me, but was frightened by a loud knock on the door nearby and leaned against the wall.

"Fuck me!"

Blame me for hanging out with Gong Junye for a long time, forgetting that violence is their old profession.This group of people is obviously proficient in the standard steps of intimidation to take people. They have been skilled in the industry for many years, and they have no mercy in the face of the victim's screams and cries. The middle-aged man was severely restrained in the chair, and the middle-aged man was directly removed with two "clicks" and "clicks" because of his intention to resist. The young two were excluded, especially the timid girl, whose limbs were paralyzed from fright up.

My mother stayed outside the door and didn't dare to come in: "What... what is this for?"

I thought of a stupid way, took out the note paper and pen that I usually carry with me to write down the lyrics, and wrote down word by word with difficulty, trying to explain to Xia Jie my current situation and the reason for the escalation of the conflict, and kept writing in a hurry. Typos, painted and corrected, Gong Junye's voice came from the door: "Miss Xia, don't get excited when I say one thing."

He asked someone to stop the woman's screaming mouth, so that his ears were clean for a while, and then he turned his face to the door, "Xia Xi lost his voice."

"..."

I nodded in agreement to prove that what he said was true.

Sure enough, when she heard this sentence, she was silent for a second, her arms were stretched out in the air, and she suddenly wanted to rush in like crazy, but Zhou Jingyang grabbed her, and she was furious like being touched: "You Fucking hell!!"

"Do you know that my son is a singer!!" Xia Jun shouted with trembling hands, veins appeared on his pale neck, but there was a crying voice in his voice, "If he can't speak from now on, you don't want to talk about it for the rest of your life!" Think about it...!"

The woman's face was pressed against the table, twisting her body in an ugly way, but Gong Junye pressed the air with his hands, and advised her, "It hurts your health."

The guy on the side gave him a wink. He sat on the edge of the table with his legs up and looked down at the women and men in distress. I noticed that he was smiling. His expression seemed to be telling a joke that didn’t fit the occasion, but there was no smile in his eyes. Hot and fun.

"Let's go outside and wait. You'll be fine during the summer break. Let's go to the hospital to have a look. Although it's not moral to eavesdrop on other people's family affairs, there are still things that must be clarified..."

He pushed away the messy tea sets on the table, passed the ashtray that the waiter had placed there, and picked up a box of matches with the name of the teahouse printed on it.

"...the next scene is going to be a little uncomfortable, I think."

I tore off two pages of paper full of words, folded it up and down and stuffed it into her palm, pushed her and Zhou Jingyang out of the door, and let her punch the door panel several times.

——What I didn't let her see was that Gong Junye asked someone to pry open the woman's teeth, and in the midst of the tearful begging for mercy, he lit a match and threw it in, and firmly clasped her jaw. The fierce resistance almost broke his limbs, and the chair was kicked to pieces, but there was only a silent hissing from his nose.

"I really hope you take back what you said," he said, "but unfortunately you can't, so shut up."

"What kind of skill is it to bully a single woman with a child? You see, I am also a reasonable person, so I will leave the words here. This child does not belong to you. Don't even try to touch him in this life. Do you understand?"

"You'd better remember my face, as long as I'm still with him for a day, just try."

He slapped the man's face with the back of his hand, "No one is better than me."

In the afternoon we went to an eye, ear, nose and throat specialist hospital.

Xia Jie cried all the way, she always felt that she had done unnecessary things to bring disasters, which made me unable to speak now, I don't blame her, I was afraid that she would get pregnant if she was so sad, she didn't eat lunch, it would hurt the stomach Her child is not good, but there is no real way to comfort her.

Zhou Jingyang drove us to the hospital. Her tears stopped when the doctor told me that this was "functional loss of voice caused by psychological stimulation, which can be cured through acupuncture and suggestion therapy".

I was in a bad mood, and I sat there dumbfounded like a walking dead. I didn't listen to what the doctor said, implied any auxiliary treatment, anyway, I could recover automatically after a while, which was just what I wanted.

I can't sing, I don't want to work, I don't even want to go to school, I just want to find a place to live in seclusion for a few days.

Gong Junye did not follow us in, and stayed alone in the small park downstairs of the hospital, finding a bench to sit and smoke.

I lay on the window sill on the third floor, looking at his yellowed back in the twilight.