In the darkness, Liang Sizhe reached out to pull off his two headphones and sat up irritably.

The passionate singing downstairs roared for almost an hour, but there was still no sign of silence. The room was so soundproofed that it could not resist the magic sound when wearing headphones. The sound did not even seem to enter from his ears, but more like it seeped in from all directions and invaded into the cracks of the bones, making people unable to avoid it.

When will the business be closed? I won’t sing until dawn...

He couldn't bear it anymore and threw his headphones aside, changed into clothes, got out of bed and put on his shoes, opened the door and walked out.

When passing the row of black wooden doors, he couldn't help but wonder again, is there anyone living here? If someone is living, how did they endure the noise downstairs?

The other shops in the alley were closed. The bustling and lively fireworks at night disappeared without a trace like a tide.

As soon as Liang Sizhe appeared at the door, several alcoholics smoking turned their heads to look at him.

The white light on the second floor was flashing, reflecting on the road downstairs, reflecting the thick layer of reflecting oil stains covering the ground.

He walked along the shoulder of the road and unconsciously came to the bar again.

The bar seemed to be closing, and the music inside had disappeared. Someone walked out, carrying a large bag of garbage in one hand and a worn-out acoustic guitar in the other.

The man came out to throw garbage. When he passed by Liang Sizhe, he saw him stopping by the road and looking towards the bar. He glanced at him specifically and said lazily: "It's closed, come again tomorrow."

There were some special Beijing accents and smoke voices. Liang Sizhe played elementary school music and was very sensitive to all sounds. So he immediately identified the song "A Piece of Red Cloth" he heard at the door a few hours ago, which should have been sung by this person.

The man lifted the lid of the trash can, picked up the bag of garbage in his hand and threw it in. The trash can was filled immediately. Then he bent down and leaned against the worn-out guitar against the side of the bucket, and walked back empty-handed.

Seeing Liang Sizhe standing there, the man looked at him again and spoke this time: "Hey, what are you doing here?"

Liang Sizhe didn't answer this question, but just looked at him and asked, "Do you want that guitar?"

"yes."

"Then can I take it?" Liang Sizhe asked again, since it was trash.

"If you want it, take it away," the man shrugged indifferently, "but it was too broken and the string was broken."

"It's okay." Liang Sizhe said, walked over and picked up the acoustic guitar, and looked at the body of the piano under the dim light. The man was right. The acoustic guitar was too old, and the paint on the body fell off, making people unable to recognize its original color. The broken string curled up weakly in the air.

The man also walked over and stopped beside him and asked, "You can play? Or do you want to learn?"

Liang Sizhe said it vaguely: "I want to give it a try."

"Oh, I don't seem to have seen you here before? This is the first time I've come back?"

Liang Sizhe said "yes".

"No wonder...what are you here to do?"

Liang Sizhe does not seem to belong to this alley. If he insists on getting involved with this place, he may only be here at this bar. Unexpectedly, Liang Sizhe gave an unexpected answer: "Here I come to work," he also turned around and signaled the extremely flashing lights of Lan Yan not far away, "It's there."

The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What a joke..."

"Really." Liang Sizhe's tone was natural, making it difficult to tell the truth.

"Okay... whatever you say is what you want," the man didn't argue with him. "I'll help you find someone to repair this guitar, otherwise it's really useless. I just packed it out of the background today. I don't know when I threw it there." The man took the guitar out of his hand and plucked the strings twice. The sound of the piano changed like an old-fashioned recorder that was about to run out of power.

Liang Sizhe thought for a while and asked, "Is it troublesome?"

"Hi, what's the point of trouble with this? My friend has a full-time job repair. I'll give it to you after repairing it in a few days. I'll leave a phone number?"

Liang Sizhe reported the phone number to the person, and the person called back. The ringtone didn't ring, and he explained, "I didn't bring my phone, I'm off." Two hours ago, he just lay on the bed and was so annoyed by the music downstairs that he was so sleepy that he had just bleeded. Lin Yan called on the phone. After Liang Sizhe hung up the phone, the sleepiness that had finally surged up faded away, replaced by a burst of anxious impatientness - the joke was made on his head. Is he very familiar with Cao Ye?

"Oh, understand." The man put his cell phone back in his pocket, "Yes, I'll contact you afterwards."

At around two o'clock in the morning, Liang Sizhe came back from the neighboring street and walked slowly back to Yinsi Street with his hand in hand.

A row of stores on the street have been closed, and there are street lights standing on the street. The night is quiet, and the anxiety in my heart is gradually calmed by the night wind.

When I returned to the Si Shi, the neon lights of the blue banquet were still flashing for a moment, but from a distance, the noisy howling sounds of ghosts and wolves seemed to be showing signs of fatigue - the guests who had vented all night were finally tired.

Liang Sizhe stopped and looked up at the dilapidated five-story low building in Lanyan dozens of meters away. It was an old-fashioned house design with extremely poor safety. The floors were not very spaced, and the cemented windowsill looked thick and heavy. There was a gray-white, rough drainage pipe standing on the edge of the building wall. It should have been designed too unscientifically at the beginning. Water was always accumulated on rainy days, and then it was installed on the sheep that lost its sheep and then it was installed.

Maybe you can step on the edge of the circle of cement windowsills, grab the pipe next to it exposed outside the wall with your hands, and climb to the upper layer. It should not look difficult... Liang Sizhe looked at the five-story low building, and this kind of thought appeared in his mind.

——The roof looks very flat, maybe it will be quieter when it goes up there. He needs a quieter place.

——

The next morning, Liang Sizhe slept until after nine o'clock.

After washing up, he stood in front of the window and looked down. The breakfast stall in the alley had already begun to close the stalls, and the smell of fried was filled with the air above the entire alley.

He walked downstairs. Compared to the noisy atmosphere a few hours ago, the first and second floors of Lan Banquet were as quiet as uninhabited. The wooden decorations even exuded a slightly stale smell.

The blue banquet during the day and the night are completely different worlds. The blue banquet at night is like a madam who is trying hard to dress up but shows his ugly appearance, while the blue banquet during the day is like a lady in a deep house who has lived in a humble alley for a long time without makeup.

The curtains on the first floor were closed, and the room was just like yesterday afternoon, with only a dim ceiling light lit. The waiter responsible for cleaning was busy cleaning up the end of the morning. Seeing someone walking down from the building, he looked up in surprise and saw that it was the new boy who came yesterday, and he lowered his head numbly and continued to clean.

The door was covered with heavy chains. Liang Sizhe asked the waiter to open the door for himself. He walked out and found a breakfast shop that had not been closed. He ate a tray of small buns and drank a bowl of pumpkin porridge. He then asked the shop owner about the bus route to the film school. After paying, he got on the way.

It always seems like starting over again.

He knew nothing about movies. He watched some old movies on TV-6 and occasionally went to the cinema with his friends - not much, at most two or three times a year, and spent the rest of his time practicing the violin.

To be honest, before yesterday, even if he borrowed eight brains from him, he couldn't think of any involvement with the movie.

The graduation season of the film school is approaching, and the students have no play to shoot, and their future is bleak. They sit under the shade of trees with no desire to play cards and set up stalls, selling all their belongings for four years at a low price.

Seeing a young man who was pleasing to visit the business, the senior sister who set up a stall swept away the boring expression before, stood up and greeted Liang Sizhe enthusiastically: "Where are you from? Not from Beijing Electric, right? I haven't seen you before, are you from the Central Academy of Drama?" Seeing Liang Sizhe shook his head, he said, "Is that I want to take our school in the future?" Without speaking, the senior sister squatted down and took a few books and piled them together, "This book, this book, and this book... are all professional books recommended by our teachers in normal classes..."

A senior on the opposite side stretched his neck and greeted the business here: "Hey, come here and take a look. It's useless to read so many books, you have to watch more movies!"

Liang Sizhe gained a lot of benefits during this trip. He took a bus back to the Blue Banquet with a stack of books and DVDs, as well as a video player resold by senior at a low price.

Lan Yan was still sleeping during the day, incompatible with other shops in the alley. Liang Sizhe couldn't open his hands, so he pushed open the glass door with his body sideways, and walked backwards in.

I went back to the room and tinkered with the DVD player. It could really be connected to the TV on the wall. He took the top disc and put it in. The opening of the dragon label appeared on the screen. The black and white movie "Roman Holiday". He sat down by the bed and was watching it in a daze. A knock on the door sounded.

He got up and opened the door. The young waiter downstairs was carrying a kraft paper bag and speaking a slightly accented Mandarin, asking, "Are Cao Ye here?"

"Not here."

"Where is Liang Sizhe?"

"I'm."

"Oh, this is the meal for you," the boy pointed downstairs, "I just sent it to you." As he said that, he couldn't help but glance into the house with curiosity, as if he realized that this room was different from other rooms.

Liang Sizhe thanked him and closed the boy and the curious look outside the door.

The meal was ordered by Zheng Yin.

Zheng Yin was very considerate and worried that Cao Ye would not get used to the food here, so he ordered private dishes and asked someone to deliver them every day from a distance of ten kilometers away. Two meals a day, in duplicate, and the dishes never come in a duplicate.

But I didn't expect that Cao Ye didn't plan to live here at all, so Liang Sizhe was benefiting from it for nothing.

Liang Sizhe ate one portion and it was a pity to feed the remaining portion to the dog. So every time the waiter came over, he left only one portion and left the other portion for the waiter who delivered the meal.

The little waiter was a boy about the same age as him. He looked timid. After taking the meal, he nodded and bowed to him with joy.

Liang Sizhe adapted well here, and his biological clock was quickly adjusted to the same level as Lan Yan.

I read professional books for a while in the morning, got up to watch a movie after nap, and ran around the nearby path twice after dinner. My life was much more regular than in Rock City.

One evening after watching a movie, he walked downstairs for two walks and was about to push the door back to the Lan Banquet when someone called him from behind: "Oh!"

He turned around, and the resident singer in the bar that night stood under the steps, squinted his eyes and looked up at Lan Yan's door, and then his eyes fell back to him: "Do you really live here?"

Liang Sizhe smiled: "Yes."

"For this, the guitar is fixed," the man raised the acoustic guitar in his hand at him. "Switched all the strings and tuned them. I tried it, and the tone was OK."

Liang Sizhe walked down the steps, took the guitar, looked down, and said to the man: "Okay, thank you, how much?"

"I won't charge you money, I'll give it to you," the man raised his chin and said, "Don't you try?"

Liang Sizhe had no intention of playing, and shook his head and said, "Forget it, I don't play well, so I won't show my timidity."

"Okay," the man was quite casual, and looked up at Lan Yan's upstairs again, "Is the third floor a guesthouse? How much does it cost to have a night?"

"I don't know." Liang Sizhe said.

"Don't you live here?" The man looked at him with his eyebrows raised.

"I'm working," Liang Sizhe smiled, saying it was quite like that, "It's for food and accommodation."

The man looked him from head to toe and said, "It's so rare. Remember me a number. If you want to change your job, remember to contact me."

"Okay." Liang Sizhe said, taking out his cell phone from his pocket.

"Didn't turn off today?" the man smiled at his cell phone.

"No." Liang Sizhe said. In fact, he had not turned off for several days. The call from Cao Ye that night was an accident. No one called him at all, so it didn't matter whether he turned off the phone or not.

As soon as I opened the address book on my phone, Cao Ye's name jumped out, and his surname took advantage, just in the first place.

"What is the number?" Liang Sizhe asked. As soon as he looked up, he saw a taxi driving in front of him and parked at the door of Lanyan.

As soon as the body of the car stopped, the door was immediately pushed open. A young man got out of the car. After closing the door, he raised his legs and stepped up the stairs. His legs were quite long, and he stepped three steps in one step.

The driver was even more anxious than him, pressed down the car window and shouted excitedly at his back: "Money! The car money has not been given yet!"

As soon as Cao Ye finished the steps, he braked suddenly, turned around rashly, ran down again, touched his pocket in front of him and behind him with one hand, and then realized that he had not brought money at all. When he looked up, he saw Liang Sizhe, as if he had seen a reinforcement, his eyes lit up instantly: "Hey, did you bring money?"

"Take it." Liang Sizhe walked over and helped him settle the car money without waiting for him. These days, he had eaten so many meals and gave the waiter so many favors. He should help settle the car money.

"Thank you, I'll pay you back," Seeing that the car money was over, Cao Ye held his arm and pulled him to run up the stairs. "My dad is coming soon, go upstairs."

His tone was so urgent that Liang Sizhe didn't react for a moment. What was the relationship between Cao Xiuyuan's coming and going upstairs? He hurriedly said goodbye to the resident singer, and the next second he was pulled upstairs by Cao Ye.
Chapter completed!