Ji Fanling hesitated for a moment: "At the intersection of Jixing Road and the Third Ring Road, Zhao Sanchuan Food Stall, you will see me when you come here."
About forty minutes later, a black heavy-duty motorcycle came from the intersection with a roar. Passed by and stopped suddenly on the side of the road.
The young man carrying the guitar straddled his long legs, got off the motorcycle, took off his black helmet, grabbed his forehead with his backhand, and strode into the food stall.
At a time when the passenger flow is heavy, Ji Fanling is too busy to keep his feet off the ground.
She noticed that Cheng Jiali had already walked in front of her, and hurriedly squeezed past him with the dishes in hand: "Are you here? Wait for me for a few minutes."
After about twenty minutes, Ji Fanling finally found an opportunity. , asked Lu Yan to help hold on for a while, and hurriedly wiped her hands and ran over:
"What happened?"
The girl was panting. She was outdoors in the cold weather, and there was still sweat on her forehead. Cheng Jiali couldn't bear it. Zhu frowned and said, "You work here? Why don't you have time to drink water? It makes me feel sad just looking at it..."
"What's the matter?" Ji Fanling interrupted.
Cheng Jiali paused, then smiled suddenly, and took out a light blue ticket from his pocket: "New Year's Day will be in two days. Do you still remember the Harbin Ice and Snow Music Festival I told you last time?"
"Ah?"
Cheng Jiali handed over the tickets: "Do you want to come to my performance?"
Ji Fanling suddenly became angry: "How the hell is this an emergency?"
"Isn't this urgent? I'll go to the rehearsal tomorrow. "
Cheng Jiali raised his eyebrows, "You come, the travel expenses are mine, the accommodation is mine, and the salary deduction is mine, how about it?"
"I don't need your money?"
That kind of thing makes her feel numb. The comfortable feeling came again, Ji Fanling turned around and prepared to leave.
"Okay, okay, nothing is missing, nothing is missing."
Cheng Jiali took her wrist and coaxed in a good-tempered way, "Is it time for dinner?"
Ji Fanling took out the order book and pencil from his apron pocket and jotted it down. With a table of 8, he pressed the fire and asked: "What to eat?"
...
After Cheng Jiali took the order, Ji Fanling turned around and left. After that, the food was served in a hurry and without saying a word.
There were not only Cheng Jiali's dishes on her tray, but also dishes waiting for guests at other tables. Cheng Jiali couldn't help but talk to her all the time.
After a while, Ji Fanling was clearing away leftovers at table 7, wiping the table and stacking greasy dishes together, when he suddenly heard the sound of a guitar coming from behind him.
Ji Fanling looked up and saw Cheng Jiali lazily leaning on the back of the chair next to the open guitar case, with his legs crossed and holding the guitar while playing and singing.
The surrounding sounds gradually became quieter, and guests came to look over one after another. Some raised their hands and waved to the beat, while others raised their mobile phones to record videos.
"Is this a singer? Or some Internet celebrity?"
"Don't tell me, he's quite handsome."
"I don't know him, let's search for it."
"Oh, oh, is it that...Cheng Jiali! Sunset Exile "The lead singer!"
Ji Fanling looked back and went to the kitchen with the dishes in her hands without emotion.
When she came out again, Cheng Jiali called out to her: "Did you hear the song I just sang?"
Ji Fanling: "Do I look like a deaf person?"
Cheng Jiali smiled: "Does it sound good? This "The song has something to do with you."
Ji Fanling: "Why?"
"The last night we met at Chuanteng Mansion, I had a dream about you..."
Ji Fanling stared at his smiling eyes and slowly Having a bad feeling.
Cheng Jiali didn't notice the change in her expression, and continued to smile: "You sang me a song in the dream, the one I just sang."
"——Tell me, are you my muse? "
The noise around him suddenly became quiet in Ji Fanling's ears.
Words very similar to those ten years ago came out of the same person's mouth.
It was like a small cake that I once cherished, but after thinking about it, I found that it was infested with maggots.
Ji Fanling grew colder by the minute: "You say that to every dog you see?"
Cheng Jiali didn't realize why she asked so, as if it was funny: "Of course I only say that to you."
Ji Fanling suddenly felt ridiculous.
She finally understood why she always felt uncomfortable facing Cheng Jiali.
The problem is not that he has changed.
Precisely because he hasn't changed.
Still smiling at her, still taking care of her, still chasing her, still holding the guitar and singing to her, talking about the dream that I don't know whether it is true or false, and calling her muse like a child.
It was to chase her back then, but now?
Ji Fanling died, Cheng Jiali got married, and the only people standing here at this time were two strangers who met by chance.
Is it still to chase her? !
"Cheng Jiali, what do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything?"
Cheng Jiali looked at her strangely, then stretched out his hand to hook her fingers: "Why do you act like a hedgehog, always blowing up your hair?"
Ji Fanling took a step back. , dodged his hand, and couldn't tell whether he was seducing a little girl outside and cheating on his newlywed wife, which is disgusting, or whether he was using the same tricks he used to chase himself ten years ago to chase someone else and cheating on her, which is even more disgusting. , I just felt a surge of nausea rushing up to Tianling Gai.
"New guy!!!" A sharp curse came from the distance, "4 tables with pickled fish, 5 tables with checkout, and 7 tables with orders! Are you dead standing there?!"
Ji Fanling heard Huang Lili's words for the first time. Feeling relieved by the voice, he ran a few steps in response, stopped again, turned back, looked into Cheng Jiali's eyes, and raised his middle finger straight up.
The girl's voice was as cold as ice: "Who the hell wants to be your muse?"
*
A few minutes later, Cheng Jiali picked up the phone.
The caller was the drummer of their band and the best man at his wedding at the time: "Brother Cheng, you are the only one left in the ensemble, why haven't you come yet?"
Cheng Jiali sighed, put away his guitar, and stood up: "I It's on Jixing Street. Let's go now and arrive in about half an hour."