14 years time difference

Chapter 77 18-2

Friday, December 2005, 8.

No wind, no rain, no clouds.

2:00.morning.

Li Benben stepped on slippers, his steps were swaying, there was no one along the street, only the overturned trash can and the gate that fell down, he searched for a cigarette all over his body, but he couldn't find it, and when he finished smoking, he rubbed his bewildered eyes and looked around , It seems that through the alcohol and the night, I can see in which direction there are people selling cigarettes at two o'clock in the morning.

He couldn't see it, but someone suddenly startled him: "Hey! Li Benben! If you don't drink every day, you will die."

He knew who it was just by hearing the voice, but it took him a few times to concentrate before he could clearly see his sister Li Miaomiao standing in front of the video store he opened not far away.

He walked over slowly.

"Crazy woman, what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to your dilapidated rental house. You're not here, so I have to come here to find you."

He scratched his head, "Fuck, I forgot to bring my key, and I can't find someone to pick the lock at this point... No, that's not the point, what time is it? Huh?"

Li Miaomiao was standing on the second step in front of the shop, a little taller than him.

"Two o'clock."

"Two o'clock at noon?"

"Two o'clock in the middle of the night."

"What are you crazy about here at two o'clock in the middle of the night?"

"I can't sleep," Li Miaomiao walked down the steps, her eyes turned to look up, "Today is the 26th, brother."

Knowingly, he asked, "Number 26, what's the matter?"

On the glass of his shop, instead of being pasted with albums or movie pictorials in the past, there are layer upon layer posters of "Love Girls" contestants. The bottom one that can still be seen is the registration promotion poster posted by Li Miaomiao in March. , Five months have passed since that day, and the sky was overcast that day. Li Miaomiao bragged that when the show became popular, he would earn enough money to buy his store ten times.

Unexpectedly, it was not bragging, but five months later, it became true.

His younger sister, Li Miaomiao, has been a crazy person since she was a child. She thinks about what she wants to do, and she is always confident that she can do it. Unlike him, she likes to shrink into her shell like a snail.

The two siblings were sitting on the doorstep, and he sneered at her: "Why? I'm so nervous that I can't sleep? I'm afraid that when I wake up, I will find that these five months have been a dream. There are no drafts, big stars, or a new era of music. ?”

"If it's really a dream, I'll do it all over again." She glared at him, "Why are you laughing? When the day dawns and when it gets dark again, this new era will come, and I created it with my own hands." , just wait and see!"

"In case the sky is bright and then dark again, there will be a burst of fireworks. Before I see it, the light will be scattered immediately."

"Bah bah bah! I cut your crow's mouth off! How is it possible, do you know how crazy those fans are?"

He pretended to speak earnestly: "Sister, brother must remind you that fireworks are just a moment, but do you know how long a moment is? Sometimes, a moment is just a moment, and sometimes, a moment is three years, or it may be five years. The dust of the universe, from birth to death, is also a moment for the universe."

"Really? Then I hope this moment is 50 years, just right, until you are 80 years old."

"What 80 years old? I'm not yet thirty, 79!"

"You are not the point! In short, isn't it romantic to spend your whole life doing fireworks for a moment in the universe, or being the person who sets off the fireworks?"

Li Benben looked at his sister in surprise: "Did you take the wrong medicine? Are you Li Miaomiao, the daughter of Lao Li and Cai? Are you a fairy in disguise?"

"What's the matter? It's inexplicable."

"My younger sister, Li Miaomiao, only knows how to make a lot of money and lead the times. If there is no era, you have to use an ax to create an era. What cosmic fireworks are romantic? My sister has never learned these words since she was a child."

Li Miaomiao blushed and stood up, "Stop looking down on people!" She walked a few steps towards the street and turned around, "Hey, old scalper, those students will be back for school next week, right? What are you going to do? Will this store continue to open?"

"If you don't continue to drive, can you still burn it?"

"I mean, aren't you going back to Beijing?"

Li Ben laughed, "Beijing is not my home, where did I come from?"

"I ask you every year, and you are perfunctory to me every year, saying that you want to have the beginning and the end, and send the students to graduate. Now, their first batch of graduates is gone, so you should go do something serious, right? "

"What is business? You tell Lao Li and Lao Cai that they will beat you to death. They insist on sending their precious son away from home to live a life full of hunger and food."

"Do you know what I loved to brag about when I was in school?"

"Who knew? Your bragging will be written into a book, which is almost as thick as the history of movies." He fumbled in his pocket again to find cigarettes, but found nothing again.

"Bah! The film history is thicker than your skin! I mean, when I was studying, in front of my classmates, the most proud thing was that my brother was an artist in Beijing."

"Poor artist, what are you proud of? This is all right, you can go to Beijing by yourself, bringing your ten artists with you."

"What's the same? You won't want to spend your whole life..."

"Anyway," he stood up and interrupted his sister, "Brother blesses you."

Li Miaomiao shut up.

"Brother blesses you, tomorrow morning, at dawn, you will usher in a new era in your mind."

3:00.morning.

Zhu He leaned against the balcony door, looking at the night, smoking a cigarette.

She was wearing nothing but an ill-fitting thin shirt.The chest of the shirt slumped, and there seemed to be something in the pocket. She found out that it was a thin, small book.

Chen Yiran brought her a half bottle of cold mineral water, "I drank some just now," he said in a hoarse voice, "Tomorrow will be a busy day for the finals, do you want to sleep?"

Zhu He took the water, drank only two sips, then stuffed it back into Chen Yiran's hand, opened the book and saw that there was a page in the middle of the book, which was an old wine list, and on the back of the blank was written a love song. lyrics.

The young boy stood behind her side, moved closer, and hugged her waist awkwardly, as if he was sniffing the smell of her hair.She smiled gently, without any ripples in her heart, as calm as this night.

She asked: "Your work?"

"...Yes, I wrote it out of boredom when I was working in a bar."

This song seems to be called "Seeing Things and Thinking about People", and these four characters are written in a different handwriting on the lower right corner of this paper.

"Seeing things and thinking about people, wouldn't it be Du Siren's thinking about people?" She said casually, "You are classmates, right? Alumni?" Noticing that the body surrounding her suddenly stiffened, she chuckled, "Why? ? Was I right? Have you dated?"

There was panic in Chen Yiran's young voice: "No, I haven't dated before."

"Is that wishful thinking on your part?"

The boy fell silent.

"It seems that being liked by you is quite a happy thing. You write very well."

"...If you like it, I'll write it for you. This one is not well written, so I'll throw it away." He reached out to get the drink list in her hand.

"It's a good work, why throw it away?" She slapped his hand away, folded the paper again, and put it in the notebook, "Aren't you worried that I will make her jealous? Afraid that I will find her trouble?"

"..."

Zhu He deftly broke away from Chen Yiran's embrace, turned around, reached out to stroke his messy hair, and pressed a light kiss on his forehead covered by bangs, she said: "Don't be stupid, don't you think that In my heart, you will be more important than my artist?"

Chen Yiran was speechless, his expression was complicated, it seemed that he was a bit disappointed, but also a little dissatisfied.

Zhu He thought he was both ridiculous and cute.

"Why? Don't you accept it? If you don't accept it, you will also be my artist."

She rubbed his trousers with her hand, brushing his protruding abdomen and side waist as if indifferently.

He lowered his head to touch her forehead, "Do I have that qualification?"

She casually pinched the cigarette in her hand into a pot of half-dead plants on the balcony, and cupped his face.

But, before he could bring his lips closer, she pushed him away again.

"It's time for me to rest." She turned around and walked into the room with various gestures.

Chen Yiran followed behind her, "What about me? You wouldn't ask me to go back at this time."

"Aren't you resting? Tomorrow night, you have to accompany my artist. If you make a mistake, I can't spare you."

"Don't worry. Then, which artist do you think will win the championship?"

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter which one wins the championship. Anyway, the big and small kings are in my hands. Does it matter who is the big king and who is the little king?"

6: 00.

early morning.The sky is slightly, slightly brighter.

The curtains in the room were not drawn properly, a ray of inconspicuous sunlight fell on Fang Yan's eyelids, and she opened them quickly.

Maybe she wasn't asleep at all.

She got up, and after washing up, she practiced her voice for half an hour. Then she put on light makeup, put on a peaked cap, and went downstairs to have breakfast.

This week, as the finals approached, many fans from other places came to Jincheng to stay in this hotel. The program team had to book an entire floor to ensure that they would not be disturbed during their rest. She thought it was always safe at 06:30 in the morning. No need to report, I didn’t expect that as soon as the elevator door opened, there were already at least six or seven fans waiting outside the coffee shop. When those people saw her, they were pleasantly surprised, excited, chatting and whispering, and looked her up and down with dodge eyes, but no one talked to her. greet.

It seems that it is not her fan "Sugar Cube".

It was too early, and there was only a yawning bartender in the coffee shop, and Lin Zhique, who was drinking coffee at her most frequent seat by the window.

She looked casual, her hair was tied up in a bun, her shorts were covered by a shirt that was too long, and it was only when she got closer that she had a little makeup on.Dialect has always felt that Lin Zhique has a special temperament, a bit mature and fashionable, and his behavior is very fashionable. It is not the delicately dressed fragrance of Zhu He, but another kind of beauty that is self-contained.

Of course, she is also very confident about her appearance. She has more beautiful facial features and a more outstanding figure, but in front of Lin Zhique, for some reason, she always feels timid.

The sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was much brighter than when she woke up.

"Miss Bird, you wake up so early. Did you get up so early before?"

Lin Zhique turned around and saw her.

"You're also earlier than usual. Aren't you at 07:30? It's not even seven o'clock."

"I don't know, maybe I can't sleep." She sat down opposite her, "What about you? Can't you sleep too?"

Lin Zhique didn't answer her, but instead said: "Your family arrived last night and lived on the third floor. They said they wouldn't disturb your rehearsal, so they didn't go to you."

She couldn't help but feel happy when she heard it, but she didn't want to act like a little girl who loves her family in front of Lin Zhique, so she tried her best to cover it up: "Thank you for taking care of me."

Lin Zhique smiled, "It's my job. Besides, we are fellow villagers."

"I almost forgot that you are also from East China. Why do you want to work in Jincheng? Isn't East China more suitable for development? Which district do you live in? Where did you go to school before?"

After a series of questions, she was a little embarrassed for a moment, and she almost wanted to ask: What does your family do?It is rare for her to have the opportunity to sit down and talk with Lin Zhique alone like this. She is curious about her, not hostile, but just... a little envious or yearning.

Fortunately, at this time the waiter brought her the menu and interrupted them.Lin Zhique smiled and picked up the coffee.

She was embarrassed to ask again.

But Lin Zhique took the initiative to say again: "There are still thirteen hours."

In thirteen hours, the live broadcast of the finals will begin.

The preserved egg porridge was just served. After hearing this sentence, Dialect's throat seemed to be blocked. The spoon was stirred in the porridge, but it couldn't be put into his mouth for a long time.

Lin Zhique saw that she looked pale, "After tonight is over, you will be liberated, and you can have a good gathering with your family and friends and sleep in for a few days."

For her, tonight's game may almost be regarded as "participation and reward". Let alone competing for the championship, even if she won No.2, it would be considered an upset, but she still did not give up. What is the difference between Bidu Siren and Chen Jia—don't try to tell her to admit defeat.

But she was still blocked, and she stirred the spoon back and forth, and finally replied, "What number do you think I can get tonight, Miss Bird?"

Lin Zhique paused, "What is your goal?"

"Of course the champion." She noticed that her voice was trembling slightly with tension.

Lin Zhique smiled generously and said, "Then I wish you the championship tonight."

She was grateful for her blessings from the bottom of her heart, but she was too nervous to express her feelings, so she blurted out: "Who is the champion in your heart?"

What dialect is curious about is, will Ms. Bird be partial to someone like someone partial to her?

But before Lin Zhique could answer, a loud voice suddenly came from outside the coffee shop: "Miss Dialect!"

Both of them were startled, and both turned their heads to look. A burly man burst into view, rushed in from the gate, and the waiter behind the bar shouted in fright: "Hey, sir, this place is closed—"

But the man didn't listen to dissuasion at all. Before Fang Yan and Lin Zhique could react, he had already killed them, holding a large bouquet of bright red roses in his hands, and his movements were so fast that in Fang Yan's eyes, it was like a slash of Zila The lightning, so frightening that her heart almost burst through the throat that was still blocked just now—then, he knelt down towards her again—she was about to vomit.

Lin Zhique stood up abruptly.

The big man's mouth moved rapidly. She was so shocked that she felt that the picture and sound received were completely separated into two channels. The man in front of her didn't know what she was talking about, but what came from her ear was: "Miss Dialect I'm here to take you away! Don't take part in any more competitions! You are so wronged by so many people watching and criticizing you! Then Chen Jia and Du Siren are not good people! If you marry me, I have a car, a house, and a property in our hometown. It will definitely make you happy. You don’t have to show your face anymore... Really, I think about you every night. What can I say to you, I think we are made in heaven..."

A hand was stretched out from the corner of her vision, and it was Lin Zhique who came to grab this person: "Sir, please go out, this is a private place, we have booked it..."

The big man raised his hand, seemingly effortlessly, and flicked Lin Zhique aside. If she hadn't hit another table, she might have fallen to the ground hard—"Who are you, you? Don't You want to separate me and Miss Dialect!"

The blocked throat of the dialect was finally cleared. She screamed and stood up. The big man turned around and took a step closer to her. His sturdy figure was like a black cloud covering the city above her. She widened her eyes in fright. The waiter was calling for someone, but no one could come to the rescue at this moment, only Lin Zhique came forward again——

"Dialect, back off!"

She listened to the order and took another step towards the window. At the same time, Lin Zhique violently lifted the tablecloth—the bowl and plate containing the hot porridge almost spilled away, forcing the big man back, and his reaction became even stronger. Quickly, he immediately grabbed the tablecloth and flipped it in another direction, and the dishes and hot porridge flew in the direction of Lin Zhique again, crashing and smashing to pieces.

The male waiter finally came running.

Then there was a fight, and Lin Zhique took advantage of the opportunity to squeeze to her side and stand in front of her.

A few minutes later, the security personnel finally arrived at the scene. The suppressed man was still howling. They saw the opportunity and hurriedly left the scene. The fans around the door made way for them. When they got on the elevator, Lin Zhique was still wiping the scene With the rice grains on her arms and legs, Dialect came back to her senses and found that her bare skin was scorched red all over.

"You were burned. Where is the burn medicine, I'll find someone to buy it."

Everything happened so suddenly.

Lin Zhique said in a relaxed tone: "It's not too hot." The elevator arrived with a ding, "Go back to your room and rest, calm down, I'll send breakfast downstairs. Later, the makeup artist will come over to make up for you. Arrange a few more security guards to accompany you in and out."

They walked out of the elevator, and she loosened the rolled up cuffs to cover up the reddened area.

Seeing the dialect hesitate, she said again: "Don't take it to heart, today, don't take anything to heart except your goal."

The dialect was shocking, and she was amazed that Lin Zhique was such a contradictory body combining impulsiveness and rationality, he did not hesitate to choose the most drastic and unflattering way to help her at a critical moment, and he was so calm after being injured, even You can keep your mouth shut.

Lin Zhique sent her to the door of the room, and finally said to her: "It's best not to tell other people, lest others take it to heart."