Clouds and water do not know the wind and moon [entertainment circle]

Chapter 12

At around five o'clock, Song Yunshui hadn't come back yet, Tang didn't know that he felt a little sleepy, but he didn't want to sleep either.Then he left the study, walked past Uncle Song Yunshui's bedroom, and came to the living room.

Pick up the black remote control with one hand and press it.

Different channels broadcast advertisements, news, movies, talk shows, cartoons, musicals, TV dramas, fashion exhibitions, and variety shows.

Tang didn't know why he watched TV for a while, but for some reason, his sleepiness became more and more intense.

Before he knew it, he fell asleep on the sofa.

Unexpectedly, I had a nightmare.

Half an hour later, a burst of phone calls woke up Tang Zhizhi.

Tang Zhizhi breathed out, still feeling terrified, as if he had just come out of a horror movie theater.

He reached for the phone and put the receiver to his ear.

Qi Wei's voice came out from inside.

He said the persimmons were gone.

"What?" Tang didn't know the meaning of the nickname, feeling confused.

"It's the yellow-haired cat I picked up earlier. It's dead." His tone sounded sad and aggrieved, as if the one who died was a classmate of his whose name he couldn't remember.

How the cat died is still unclear to Qi Wei.When I went to the bathroom to wash up in the morning, I found that Persimmon was curled up in a moss-covered corner, with a pair of emerald-like eyes wide open, round and big cat eyes, Gulu, Gulu, rolling to the ground and stopping at his feet.Qi Wei was taken aback by his own imagination, blinked and looked again, and found that the pair of emeralds were still embedded in the persimmon head, but there was no luster.Kneeling down, he touched its slightly arched back with his fingers, and gently stroked the golden fluff. After a few seconds, Qi Wei understood what such a cold, hard, inorganic touch represented.

Later, Li Linlin also saw the corpse of Persimmon Pan, and couldn't help but her eyes turned red, her curly hair seemed to be straight because of sadness, like kelp that had been dehydrated for a long time, and the hair was split and split.

Luo Xiaoquan didn't say that Persimmon died of a cold, he thought they wouldn't believe it.Seeing Li Linlin's sad look, he couldn't help feeling anxious, feeling that he was dying too.

……

"It's just a cat. When it dies, it dies. What's the point of being sentimental?" Tang Zhizhi was speechless, and said to Qi Wei.

"Day, cold-blooded!" Qi Wei was so angry that he wanted to kick him to eat shit.

Tang didn't know why he said that because it was his younger brother's catchphrase.He raised a pot of Chunlan when he was in elementary school, but his memory is so bad that it can be written into the world record, so he always forgets to water the orchid, or put the flower pot on the balcony to let the leaves bask in the sun.Chunlan is a dignified plant, unwilling to compromise with this sloppy owner, so on a sunny and foggy day, that brown plastic flower pot became the tomb of bluegrass.Tang didn't know that he was sad all afternoon and refused to eat dinner.His five-year-old brother expressed contempt for this behavior, forcefully pulled his brother to the restaurant, curled his lips and said: "Hey, you are seven years old, it's just a pot of broken orchid grass, if you die, you will die, what's the point?" Sad...don't be so stern, let's eat, hmph, I really don't want to admit that you are my brother, I think I should be the big brother in the future!"

Later, unknowingly, Tang Zhi also learned this sentence, and would not show his vulnerability easily—except the day when he learned of his brother's death.At that time, he knew that sadness is a kind of thing that the more you want to hold back it, the more fierce it will be.

Unexpectedly, not long after, the soft spot in Tang Wuzhi's heart was touched again.

……

The next day, Baisha City Bank.

Tang Zhizhi waited for about five or ten minutes, but his number was not called yet.The reason why he came here was because after Song Yunshui came back last night, he told him that the debt had been paid off for him, but he still needed to go to the front desk to go through some procedures.

Tang Zhizhi looked at the metal row of chairs by the wall again, and it was still full of people—everyone was wearing bloated winter clothes, so it looked a little crowded, like candied haws sticking together—this meant that Tang Zhizhi still had to stand and wait for a long time .

Although it's not tiring, it's really boring (if it was Song Yunshui, he wouldn't think so).Rows of jagged figures in front of the window beat Tang Zhizhi's vision like waves, which annoyed him.In the past, when the company's annual review or change, it was necessary to go to various banks to pay administrative fees. Tang didn't know that he handed over the tasks to the manager. It is said that the potbellied Manager Wu thought these things were too troublesome, so he handed them over to other employees.However, now that the company has closed down, there are no more soldiers at their disposal.

The phone rang suddenly, and it was the landlord.Tang Zhizhi answered the phone. Through the receiver, the landlord's voice sounded distorted, like a machine, dark and cold.He brings unexpected news: Qi Wei is leaving.

After listening to it, Tang Buzhi let out an "ah" and asked him what was going on.

The landlord said that there was no time to explain. Qi Wei was packing his luggage and was going to leave in an hour. He also said that Tang didn't know, if you still want to see him for the last time, come back soon.

Tang didn't know that he was in a fog, but he still left the bank.Hexi Road was outside, he stopped a taxi on the side of the street and rushed to Wenxing Road.

Get out of the car, walk into the familiar gate, go up the stairs, turn around, go up the stairs again, and go straight.He came to the familiar door, bent his fingers and buckled twice.Not long after, the door opened from the inside.

"…How did you come?"

Qi Wei stood at the door, still in the same attire as before, a gray pullover with a basketball like a spark on his chest.

Tang didn't know that he didn't answer Qi Wei's question, and looked over his shoulder, and landed on the unzipped suitcase on the ground, which contained clothes, shoes (wrapped in plastic bags), scarves, peaked caps, mugs, and toothbrushes , towels and more.

"What are you packing up for? Are you going to travel far away?" Tang Wuzhi asked straight to the point.

Qi Wei didn't speak, he turned around and walked to the table, reached out, and put the pictures on it into the blue zippered file bag one by one.

Qi Wei estimated that Tang Zhizhi would come because of something the landlord said to him, and he couldn't help thinking bitterly in his heart: That grandson, he clearly promised me not to tell him!

"Hey, why are you so gloomy? What happened?" Tang didn't know that Qi Wei was very strange today. Did something bad happen to him? Could it be that he was caught playing games by the boss?

…No, it feels worse than that.

Qi Wei sighed, feeling that it would be meaningless to hide it any longer, so he confessed: "My brother is getting married, and my father and mother asked me to go back to attend the wedding."

"Oh, isn't this a good thing, why are you so sad?" Tang Zhizhi said with a smile.

Qi Wei shook his head, "I haven't finished yet, my mother is sick and will stay in the hospital for a year or two, our place is a small county town, she lives in the county hospital, you don't know, the attitude of the nurses is bad She is dead, so she needs someone to take care of her. They just told me about this yesterday. My brother said that he has already started a family, so he should take care of his own family. Cut, that bastard...that is, if I go back, take care of her My mother's choice becomes me. Do you understand what that means?"

Tang didn't know that he remembered that Qi Wei once said that he and his parents were born at odds. His parents often scolded him since he was a child, and the specific words are inconvenient to repeat. Since he was in junior high school, Qi Wei never talked to them again. In a word, the atmosphere at home is extremely indifferent, and they are like strangers to each other.

"Does it mean that you have to endure humiliation for a while?"

"No, that's not the main thing. What I'm worried about is that if I go back, they may not let me leave my hometown." Qi Wei's eyes showed a little helplessness, "They are that kind of people, you won't understand... Honestly, I don't want to go back at all and face them."

Qi Wei looked up at Tang I don't know, hoping he could say something.He suddenly thought: If he lets me stay, then I won't go.

But Tang Zhizhi patted him on the shoulder like an experienced elder, and said, "But, Qingjiao, you can't just leave her alone, can you? You are already 26 years old, and you have to take responsibility when you grow up."

Something went out in Qi Wei's eyes, and he felt depressed, but he smiled wryly: "Hehe, that's right."

……

Although Qi Wei said it was unnecessary, Tang Zhizhi still sent him to the station.

At a glance, the platform was full of strange figures, their hair was dyed orange by the setting sun, and cast long slanted shadows on the ground.The shadow crosses the rails, changing shape slightly over time.On the opposite side of the waiting area stands a store, the things in it are very expensive, so there are very few customers, but the boss still has no intention of reducing the price, because if the price of the goods is reduced again, she may not be able to earn a penny .

Before parting, Qi Wei suddenly mentioned something. He said that he received a courier yesterday afternoon. The sender did not write his name. When he opened it, he found that it was full of down jackets, four small ones and one large one.

"...Is that what you bought? I can think of it with my toes, and I still follow Lei Feng's good deeds without leaving a name. Damn, it's so boring."

After speaking, his eyes turned red, and he turned his head away, his young side face buried in the shadow cast by the train.

Tang Wuzhi smiled and said something, but Qi Wei didn't hear it clearly, because the siren sounded suddenly.

Qi Wei got into the car, and the fine snow wrapped in dust drifted down, and with his last sentence "goodbye", it melted into nothingness.

Tang didn't know whether he heard what I wished you good luck and smooth sailing.

Later Tang didn't know when he recalled that day, recalling Qi Wei's expression when he stepped into the car, a vast blue sea always appeared in his mind, a small fish with transparent belly and colorful scales was shuttling in the sea, sometimes Surfacing, sometimes diving into the bottom of the sea, like a rainbow appearing on the bottom of the sea, this picture is so happy and free, but at a certain moment, a fishing net suddenly fell from above, and one after another white nylon thread turned into Pale and slender hands gripped the fish tightly, tearing its freedom to pieces, and the fish shattered too, and the scales fell off its body piece by piece, turning into a monotonous and mournful gray, The blood spread, dyeing the entire sea red.

Qi Wei left and never came back.

After the subway left, Tang Zhicai turned around and walked down the street.At this time, the bank is off work, and the reconciliation can only be postponed until tomorrow.Regarding Qi Wei's departure, in fact, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he stretched out his hand and lit a cigarette, and held it in his mouth. "That's all, anyway, it's just a way to relieve my worries." Thinking about it this way, I felt that the smell was not unbearable.The subway station was far away from Song Yunshui's house, but it was still within a few hours' walk, so he decided to walk back, so that he could relax by the way.It's a pity that the wind was blowing too hard on the street, and the snow particles hurt my face, like being stung by a bee.

Along the way, Tang didn't know what to do. He didn't know why, but he felt a little dizzy, as if his head had been kicked like a football, and finally returned to his neck.Was it blown by the cold wind for a long time?Don didn't know what to think, and didn't pay much attention to it.