Cao Ye returned to the room unhappily. Liang Sizhe was squatting on the ground, lying in the open suitcase for something.

"Which picture are you sleeping?" Seeing him come back, Liang Sizhe looked up and asked him.

"It doesn't matter," Cao Ye said indifferently, "You choose, I may not necessarily live here."

"I can do it too." Liang Sizhe said, taking the bath towel and changing clothes to the bathroom, "You choose it, I'll take a shower first."

Beijing is less than ten degrees taller than Yancheng. At that time, the air conditioner was not turned on downstairs. The air was very stuffy and he was sweating all over. He had to take a shower before changing clothes. This was a habit he taught by his mother since he was a child. Although no one has been talking about this in his ear for a long time, he still retained this habit intact.

The sound of water in the bathroom sounded loudly. Cao Ye stood in front of the bed by the window, pounced on the bed, lay down like a corpse for a few minutes, took out his cell phone in his pocket, and began to dial the phone to his friends in the address book.

Turn downwards according to the first letter, starting from the top b: "Hey Xiaobai, I, Cao Ye, where are you? Why are you doing with your dad? Your dad is not going to marry you a bad little stepmother...Ah? Uncle Bai, I'm sorry, I just joked with Xiaobai... Last week's group fight? I really didn't participate. I didn't return to China last week..."

After getting off the army, he was educated by his friend's father for no reason. Cao Ye hung up the phone and dialed the next one indifferently: "Hey Mingyao, where is it? Drawing? Which mountain to draw? Kilimanjaro? Have you gone to Africa?... Forget it, you draw, I have nothing serious, I'm hung up."

"Hey Brother Dai, are you at home...Wait, why are you breathing so hard? What are you doing...Fuck, then what phone call are you answering?! Hang up."

When Liang Sizhe finished taking a shower and came out of the bathroom, Cao Ye was calling Lin Yan. He was originally lying listlessly on the bed, but the moment Liang Sizhe came out, he immediately turned over and sat up: "Where is it? I'll go too! I'm not interested in men, but I really have no place to go... Let's talk about it when I meet, by the way, I don't have a penny on me, you'll come out to pay the car for me later." Cao Ye said, and he jumped down from the bed with radiant eyes. He was completely different from Liang Sizhe when he entered the bathroom, "Okay, wait for me!"

Before he finished speaking, the person had already opened the door and rushed out.

Liang Sizhe was naked and half-squatting beside his suitcase rummaging for his shirt—the shower in the bathroom was not easy to use, and the T-shirt he brought in just now was accidentally splashed.

He turned over another white T-shirt and stood up. He was about to put it on his head when the door opened again. Cao Ye broke in and did not treat himself as an outsider. He approached in two steps. His arm hooked on Liang Sizhe's shoulder and leaned closer to him and said, "Brother, look back, Uncle Yin or my dad is here, please help me with some."

Liang Sizhe reminded without looking back: "I have water on my body." He had just finished taking a shower, and just wiped it with a bath towel for a few times before leaving the bathroom. At this time, there were still water droplets that had not evaporated.

Cao Ye looked down at the white T-shirt on his body. The side close to Liang Sizhe's body was indeed wet, but he didn't care and didn't hide. He still put it on Liang Sizhe's shoulder like that: "It's okay, can you do it, brother?"

Now that I thought of calling me brother, I was quite good at pretending to be good. The boy's tone was a little pleasing, and it sounded a bit like acting cute.

Liang Sizhe glanced at him: "How can I help you with the care?"

Cao Ye’s plan was so loud that he made up a sudden attack: “If they were to attack suddenly, you would just make up a reason to deal with them, and just say I… Go to feed the dog nearby? It’s okay to feed the cats. Then you secretly call me and I will take a taxi immediately. Is it okay?”

Compared to Cao Ye's familiarity, Liang Sizhe's attitude seemed lukewarm and cold, and he only said two words coldly: "Yes."

"It's great," Cao Ye used his other empty hand to take out his cell phone from his pocket behind his butt, called out the address book interface, and handed it to Liang Sizhe, "What's your number? I'll lose it?"

Liang Sizhe lost his number, typed his name again, and handed him the phone.

Cao Ye took the phone and then let go of Liang Sizhe. While dialing the number, he repeated Liang Sizhe's name in a low voice. When the phone that Liang Sizhe threw on the table began to vibrate, he looked up and smiled brightly at Liang Sizhe: "I've dialed it for you, save it."

Liang Sizhe said "um" and grabbed the edge of the T-shirt and shook it down. His arms passed through the cuffs and were about to put them on his head. Cao Ye raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "You have a good figure." After saying that, he raised his legs and walked towards the door, and pretended to be good and did not forget to pretend to be full. He walked to the door and turned to Liang Sizhe sweetly and said, "Then I'll withdraw, thank you, Brother Sizhe."

Liang Sizhe put on his clothes and began to organize his luggage. Since Cao Ye had just lying on the bed beside the window, he naturally chose another one.

Actually, there is nothing to clean up. I packed up the summer clothes in the suitcase, handed the bottom with both hands, and moved them to the wardrobe intact. That's almost done.

The sound of inferior sound came downstairs, playing the prelude to the saliva songs that could be heard everywhere in the streets and alleys. The floor under her feet seemed to be shaking together. The voices of ghosts and howling were also heard. Although there was no roar on the tune, the person holding the microphone sounded very intoxicated.

The sound insulation is really bad. If you sing it until midnight, you will not let people sleep? Liang Sizhe took out a pair of in-ear headphones from his suitcase, threw them onto the bed, then closed the box, put it in the corner of the wall, grabbed the key on the table, opened the door and walked out.

The corridor on the third floor still looked like when I first came in. The lights were dim and the two rows of old wooden doors were closed, making it impossible to tell if there were anyone inside.

The second floor, separated by one floor, was completely different: the cold white lights were dazzling, and flashed with the rhythm of the corridor dance music, illuminating the oil on the heads and faces of the guests.

The wooden staircase was a bit narrow, and the two of them walked up just in time, and the three of them were a little squeezed. When they went downstairs, Liang Sizhe ran into a pair of men and women who were both tired of each other. The man with a big belly hugged the woman's slender waist, and the woman's face was filled with a pleasing smile.

He turned sideways to make way for the two of them, but the stairs were really crowded and the man was really fat, so it was a bit difficult to avoid.

After finally squeezing out of the noisy environment, he stood by Lan Yan's door and took a deep breath.

As night falls, the night in the alley is lively and noisy, completely different from the boring and mediocre atmosphere an hour ago. Even the smell becomes vivid and rich. At that evening, the monotonous smell of oil smoke mixed with the burnt aroma of barbecue, the aroma of stewed sauce and the aroma of fried rice.

Liang Sizhe slowly walked out the alley. The further away from the Blue Banquet, the clearer the sound of frying and stir-frying.

Liang Sizhe felt that he was really hungry. When he stood at the door of Lanyan in the evening, he felt that he had no appetite for every greasy door. Now he passed by every stall and felt that he was very attractive.

It was quite hot. He found a restaurant with free space, pulled a bamboo chair and sat down, ordered a cold noodles, and added a boiled egg and half a portion of beef sauce.

The dishes were served very quickly. Liang Sizhe picked up chopsticks and tasted them. The taste was pretty good, much better than the takeaway order last night.

Thinking of this, I realized that I was sitting on the territory of Beijing at this moment. I also thought of the words Cao Xiuyuan said at home last night, and the meeting with Cao Xiuyuan's son today, I felt even more incredible.

OK, then use this as a way to start over. Liang Sizhe lowered his head and stuffed cold noodles into his mouth bit by bit.

If you can’t play the violin, you can do something else. Cao Xiuyuan is right. For an actor, it doesn’t matter at all.

The cold noodles entered his stomach one after another, filling his stomach bit by bit. Liang Sizhe held the porcelain bowl and drank the soup. The moment he put the bowl down, he felt that he was full. At the same time, some things that had been numb in his body for a long time seemed to wake up.

He paid the money and walked along the alley. At the corner closest to the road was a bar called the Meridian Bar. The door letters made of thin lights emitted a faint blue light. Compared to the blue feast's vulgar decoration style, there was a unique and deserted place, which was incompatible with the noisy atmosphere of the entire alley.

The music coming from inside was also very nice. The band lead singer was singing Cui Jian's "A Piece of Red Cloth". The smoke sounded quite touching, and the energy was well controlled.

After listening for a while, Liang Sizhe couldn't help but hum in a low voice:

“This feeling really makes me feel comfortable

It makes me forget that I have no place to live

You ask me where else I want to go

I said I want to go on your way.”

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Chapter completed!