This room was the reception room of the former steel factory, with a toilet. Although it was abandoned, it still had the owner, and the water was always available, so Li Yan first grabbed this house.

This place looked very desolate, but except it was very lively when it was warm near the factory, and there wasn't anybody here. People who were just like them looking for a place to sit idle, just didn't come to work diligently.

Gu Fei doesn't come here often, but today he wants to invite Jiang Yan to have a meal, and he doesn't want to be too far away from home, and there are no decent restaurants nearby. When Jiang Yan said it didn't matter, he thought of it here.

"No heating here?" Jiang Yan stomped on the sofa.

"Let's make a fire yourself," Gu Fei took an igniter from the table and threw it to him. "The bag near the sofa is carbon. Look for some rags outside ... will you make a fire?"

"Yes." Jiang Yan got up and went out. After two seconds, he slammed into the door and came in again. He took a rag in his hand and looked stiff.

Gu Fei was holding a pack of disposable plates and was trying to divide the dishes first. He was startled by the movement: "What's wrong?"

"I fuck," Jiang Yan held the rag with his nails, "I just picked this thing up ... there is a dead mouse below! Scared me enough!"

"Then you still hold it strong?" Gu Fei didn't understand.

"I think it should be easy to use, so it's strong ..." Jiang Yan threw the rag into the brick stove. "It should be enough to use it for ignition."

"You can find something else to ignite by taking ten more steps. There is no one like dead mice." Gu Fei continued to put the dishes on the plate.

"I don't want to move coldly," Jiang Yan squatted in front of the stove. "I think I've trained it now. Li Baoguo has cockroaches in his pot."

"He usually doesn't cook, and he plays the game of playing cards." Gu Fei said.

"I see it," Jiang Yan nodded to the cloth. "If you want to control the bed, I think he can sell this house."

"Can't sell," Gu Fei took the pot to the faucet in the toilet, washed it, and took out a pot of water. "The houses are all from the original steel mill, and most of the people here are left alone."

"... Oh." Jiang Yan put two pieces of carbon into the fire, staring at them with some surprise.

After the carbon was all set up, Gu Fei put a pot of water on it, then smashed two pieces of **** and threw it in, followed by a small package of wolfberry and red dates.

"Cooking soup?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Well," Gu Fei held the lid, "Do you like soup or meat?"

"... What do you mean?" Jiang Yan looked at him with a bit of confusion. "You cook a pot of chicken, and then just let me choose between soup and meat?"

Gu Fei sighed: "No, the chicken is put in cold water, and the soup is thicker, it tastes better. When the water is boiled and the chicken is added, the taste of the chicken is more adequate."

"Oh," Jiang Yan responded in surprise, "why?"

Gu Fei feels that Jiang Yan ’s response perfectly reflects the qualities of a true learner. He has no common sense and curiosity, but he does not want to explain to Jiang Yan: “You just say what you like.”

"Soup." Jiang Yan answered briefly and reached out his cell phone.

"Well," Gu Fei put the chicken in the pot and covered the lid. "The chicken will be cooked. Eat it first."

"Okay," Jiang Yan stood up while looking at his mobile phone. "What can I do?"

"Eat." Gu Fei answered.

Li Yan and their group of people especially like to barbecue here, so the food is quite complete. After Gu Fei supported the barbecue grill, he took a little carbon from the stove and bought it today. Just brush and bake, it's easy.

"If you put chicken in cold water, the taste of the chicken will be released completely as the temperature rises, so the soup will be very strong," Jiang Yan said, sitting at the stove, looking at the phone while grilling, "" Boil water and put chicken, chicken The skin is instantly cooked, and the flavor is sealed inside. In this way, the chicken tastes stronger ... right? "

"... Yes," Gu Fei glanced at him. "Are you still taking notes?"

"This kind of thing usually doesn't require the original text to be memorized, just understand the meaning." Jiang Yan also looked at him.

Gu Fei turned his head and started brushing the meat. When Jiang Yan said this kind of words, he was very eager to learn. He belonged to the type where you couldn't pick up the words.

"Do you always get together here? Everything is so complete," Jiang Yan stood next to the barbecue grill. "Even cumin?"

"Cumin pepper and paprika are all available, but I don't know if they have expired or when they bought them." Gu Fei said.

"... Day," Jiang Yan took the bottle, "I see ... Shelf life is 36 months. It should be no problem, you will not come to eat more than 30 months ago."

"How long is 36 months?" Gu Fei took the bottle without lifting his head and started dusting.

"Three years," Jiang Yan said.

"At most half a month ago," Gu Fei said, "you are so particular about it, I usually eat it without smell."

"You just had to eat it because you didn't understand the shelf life." Jiang Yan said.

"Yeah," Gu Fei glanced at him, "comparable to the meticulous life of Xueba."

After the kebab was grilled for a little while, it began to drip oil, and the smoke in the room began to emit a strong aroma.

Yakitori is not a technically difficult task, and Gu Fei looks very skilled, so Jiang Yan did not help, and sat back to the chicken broth and grilled it on fire.

There was silence outside, and the sky was completely dark. The open window was like a black cloth, which made people feel a little cold, but the stove and grill in front of it were bright and solid.

This feeling is wonderful, just like sitting in a small corn bread bun that day, outside is a cold street, and there is a cold wind, and the car is quiet.

Now the window is black unknown and disturbed, but the front is bright and warm.

Jiang Yan likes this feeling.

For so long, he has come here with depression and anger, puzzlement and confusion, and all kinds of incompatibility. Until today, until now, he suddenly has a feeling of stepping on the ground.

Although this feeling may only be temporary, or it may only be a sensory illusion, at this moment he couldn't help but want to experience it quietly.

"Can it be spicy?" Gu Fei asked.

"It's a little bit, don't be too much," Jiang Yan said.

Gu Fei sprinkled some paprika, put a few skewers of meat on a plate and handed him: "Taste, I like a bit of a paste, these skewers are not very mushy."

"I like it a bit burnt," Jiang Yan took a bite and took a bite. "It tastes good."

"I don't think you learn to eat scorched paste. The shelf life depends on how you don't worry about eating the paste and causing cancer?" Gu Fei continued to grill the skewers on the shelf.

"Are you annoying?" Jiang Yan said as he ate, "How much resentment do you have over Xueba?

"I lived for almost 18 years. I saw Zhen Xueba for the first time, and my heart tide was ups and downs," Gu Fei put the remaining meat skewers on a plate, piled up high, and then turned it upside down. Put it on the wooden box on the table, "Xue Ba is particularly owed."

When the weather was cold, it was a very enjoyable experience to eat grilled skewers while guarding the fire. Jiang Yan didn't want to fight Gu Fei for the time being, but he didn't say anything, just buried his head and ate.

"Drink something?" Gu Fei rummaged in a cardboard box next to him. "I remember the last time I bought the wine, I didn't finish it."

"White?" Jiang Yan asked.

"Crap, do you drink beer on such a cold day?" Gu Fei took out a bottle of wine and put it on a wooden box. "This time a bottle of cows touches you and me."

Jiang Yan looked at the bottle of wine and nodded for a moment, "OK, come on."

When Jiang Fei poured the wine, Jiang Yan was shocked. The paper cup was poured and filled. He hadn't drank liquor like this, but given that he and Gu Fei could chat with each other at any time, he didn't speak and was silent. Watching Gu Fei put a full glass of wine in front of him.

"Maybe you don't feel the need to say thank you," Gu Fei picked up the cup, "but still have to say thank you formally."

"Maybe you don't think it's necessary to say you're welcome ..." Jiang Yan also picked up the cup. "But I still have to say it's not necessary."

Gu Fei smiled, took the cup and sipped on his cup, took a sip of wine.

Jiang Yan glanced at his glass. The **** took a sip of white wine like beer, and had to drink a bite according to the specifications.

The wine burned all the way from the throat to the stomach, and then went up from the stomach, lighting the neck and ears.

Gu Fei glanced at him: "Do you usually not drink bars?"

"Don't drink liquor like beer." Jiang Yan said, bowed his head and took a bite of meat. In fact, in such a cold day, it is quite enjoyable to keep a sip of fire.

"You just have two sips," Gu Fei said, "isn't it hurt?"

"I don't feel anything today," Jiang Yan said, pressing the location of the wound. It really didn't feel much. He hesitated, and asked, "Gu Miao ... how?"

"I'm staying at home for a while," Gu Fei took another sip of wine. "Yesterday, that parent asked the parents of the other two children to go to school together."

"I fuck!" Jiang Yan frowned, "It must be what they did, and Gu Miao would react that way. She usually doesn't look at people well."

"They were drawing on Ermiao's book." Gu Fei opened the lid of the soup pot, and the soup inside was rolled up. He tasted it and added salt and monosodium glutamate. I didn't ask at school, and I didn't think she would do that. "

Jiang Yan can almost imagine what kind of paintings will appear in the book. Such an old child, the child of an adult's mouth, "he is still a child," is often the most cruel.

He still remembers that when he was in elementary school, there was a child with a lower IQ in the class, which was crowded out and bullied by the whole class. He even participated in it, as if he was afraid that if he looked different from most people, he would Have the same treatment.

"Will the school let Gu Miao go home?" Jiang Yan said, "regardless of the cause and effect? ​​Even if it is wrong to hit someone, you won't be allowed to go to school!"

"The school didn't agree to accept her. I asked the principal for a long time," Gu Fei paused, silent for a while, and looked at him again, "Er Miao should go to a special school."

"... Really." Jiang Yan speculated that Gu Miao should have some problems, but when he heard Gu Fei saying four words about special schools, he still had some doubts on how to proceed.

"She was born ... a bit of a problem," Gu flying to a string of meat and sprinkled a little cumin, "I can't speak, I only spoke when I was two or three years old, and two or three words were so embarrassing that I was unhappy I ca n’t learn anything, it seems I ca n’t express it, I ’m screaming when I ’m hungry and thirsty.

"Then ..." Jiang Yan said without saying any more. When Gu Fei said these words, he kept staring at the things in his hands. He looked indifferent, but felt his depression.

Jiang Yan didn't ask any more, and Gu Fei didn't say any more. What was the problem with Gu Miao and how did the scar behind her head come from? Is it really like Li Baoguo said that his father was thrown by Gu Fei? .

There are also rumors about Gu Fei that are true or false.

He was curious, but he didn't plan to ask any more.

The chicken soup was delicious. I do n’t know if the hot chicken soup in Hantianer was so tempting. He felt a bit dizzy when he sipped it.

"This chicken soup is on top." Jiang Yan sighed.

"You buy it, Xue Fei," Gu Fei took a sip of wine and shook the glass in front of him. "It's the one above him."

"... Oh," Jiang Yan paused, took a sip of wine, and nodded again, "Yes."

Although this wine has a high degree, Jiang Ye usually does not drink white wine, but he drank while drinking, and a paper cup of wine almost reached the bottom.

I don't know if it was because of this, he suddenly wanted to laugh, just like smirking about the fight in Gu Fei shop that day, now he wants to smirk very much.

"I ..." He turned to look at Gu Fei.

Gu Fei was taking a sip of the soup, looked at him and then turned his head away, then a sip of the soup sprayed out.

With this spray, their smirk switch was turned on.

Jiang Yan couldn't hold the chopsticks with a smile. He dropped the chopsticks on the table. He wanted to put them, but the chopsticks rolled to the ground again. He reached for it while he was having fun, picked up a small wooden stick and put it on the bowl.

Gu Fei held the bowl and looked at the small wooden stick, so that the soup in the bowl was half spilled.

"I can't do it anymore," Jiang Yan smiled and pressed his hand against the wound on the ribs. "I'm a wounded person, I can't laugh like this ..."

Gu Fei didn't speak, leaning on the wall behind him, he continued to laugh for a while, and finally sighed: "I can't get up."

After laughing, Jiang Yan originally felt that there was occasionally a bit of cold because of the wind pouring in through the window, and now his sweat was coming out behind him.

"Hey," Jiang Yan took out his pockets, wanted to find some paper to wipe his mouth, and didn't touch it for a long time. "I'm exhausted."

"Looking for paper?" Gu Fei pointed to the table behind him, "There are."

Jiang Yan turned his head, and there were several rolls of paper on the broken table behind him.

He reached out his hand enough, took a roll, and a piece of paper brought down from the table fell to his feet.

When he picked it up and wanted to put it back, he stopped again and looked at the contents of the paper.

This kraft paper with stave printed is torn from the staff. He is very familiar with this paper. His favorite is the staff of this kraft paper color.

There is nothing too strange about a sheet of paper. A scum like Gu Fei may have been bought as an English text ...

But what surprised him was something written on the paper.

More than half a page of music.

"I fuck," Jiang Yan blinked, holding her hands along the edge of the table, trying to align the ghosts in front of her eyes, and then humming, "It sounds good, what song?"

Gu Fei still leaned against the wall and stared at him for a while before saying, "Do you still know music?"

"Nonsense," Jiang Yan leaned back with the music score, leaned on the table leg, and looked down. "We learn the hegemony, everything ... this, who wrote the song?"

Gu Fei was silent.

Jiang Yan looked again for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at him, and pointed his finger at him: "Did you write?"

"Huh?" Gu Fei sipped his drink. "Why me? Do you look like I'm a songwriter?"

"It's not like that, but ..." Jiang Yan flicked the paper. "But this key, look at this b, it's the same as what you wrote. It's a little longer, like one hand on hips."

"What a ghost." Gu Fei smiled.

"Did you write it? Did you copy it for someone?" Jiang Yan shook him with a piece of paper and hummed two more words, "It's very nice."

"Xue Ba is Xue Ba, the middle school junior high school, you can still remember." Gu Fei did not answer his words.

"Fuck, belittle us to learn to dominate," Jiang Yan stood up and patted the paper on the table. He felt that he was probably drinking really well at this moment. He was very interested and spoke with the wind. "I give You open your eyes. "

"Do you want to sing?" Gu Fei was also very interested, stood up and clapped him against the wall.

"Wait," Jiang Yan picked up his schoolbag on the sofa. "I don't remember if I brought it ... I usually bring ... Oh, here."

Gu Fei watched Jiang Yan flip through the bag for a long time, and pulled out a translucent slender plastic box, a flute?

Jiang Ye knows the score, and he can hum it to the score immediately, which surprised him. People like Jiang Yan, even if Lao Xu said that he was a school fighter, it was estimated that not many people could believe it. Fighting damages are all long items, it is not surprising that they can play, but the score is really a surprise.

Just like himself, even if he wrote the composition on Gu Fei, the unfamiliar person thought that he had beaten the composition.

Jiang Yan should be excited to drink. A paper cup of wine is about two or two and a half. Jiang Yan's glass is already empty. For people who do n’t drink often, the speed of two or two and half is almost the same.

"Is the flute so thin?" Gu Fei looked at the slender black metal tube in his hand.

"Well, the whistle," Jiang Yan cleared his throat. "I like the Irish whistle, but I don't usually play it, and I didn't play it at home before."

"Why?" Gu Fei asked.

"Because it's not as good as looking at the piano," Jiang Yan smiled. "My mom ... Anyway, she doesn't look at it and talks, she likes the piano."

"Do you still have a piano?" Gu Fei looked at Jiang Yan's hand, usually he didn't notice. At this moment, after Jiang Yan's fingers were pressed against the flute's stomata, they were quite long, and the knuckles on the thin fingers were clear but Not obtrusive.

"Yes, do you want to kneel? I see a cushion on the sofa, you can bring it," Jiang Yan pointed at the ground in front of him with a whistle. "Kneel here."

Gu Fei laughed, touched the cigarette and snorted.

He felt that he should not have heard the whistle before, but after Jiang Biao played a short period, he reacted. For a while, Ding Zhuxin liked Celtic music and listened to it all day. There should be whistle in the various wood flutes and bagpipes.

He did not know what Jiang Yan was blowing, but he was familiar with it.

I just sighed that Jiang Yan was still playing this, and it was blowing well, and his fingers were beating on the air holes ... Jiang Yan stopped suddenly, and he coughed his head twice: "Sorry, come back."

Gu Fei had to clap again.

Jiang Yan glanced at him, put the flute back to his mouth, lowered his eyes, and between the fingers beating, the notes slipped out again.

This is the first time that Gu Fei has heard someone play the flute in front of his eyes.

The unpleasantness and irritability that Jiang Yan usually carried on his face disappeared when the first note jumped out, and the gently lashing eyelashes looked quiet and calm.

At this moment, Gu Fei suddenly and sincerely accepted the setting that Jiang Yan was a true learner.