"Eat, eat, I'll just eat these few skewers. The rest is all yours. If you don't have enough, please order more."
While eating the skewers, Tang Xiaobao stretched out his thumb and praised: "I didn't see it, you are very generous and not so stingy. I give you a thumbs up."
"I'm not stingy to begin with."
Zhou Haiyan smiled angrily.
Tang Xiaobao blinked at him and ate seriously.
Zhou Haiyan didn't finish the bowl of hot and sour noodles, so she put down her chopsticks and watched Tang Xiaobao eat. After a while, she suddenly asked: "Do you like going to concerts?"
"dislike."
"oh."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. I like it better. I also asked you to go to a concert with me one day."
"OK."
"Don't you like it?"
"Hobbies can also be cultivated."
…
After eating, I paid.
Zhou Haiyan did not return to the community, but took Tang Xiaobao across the street and walked towards a square not far away.
It was a subway station there. It was only after ten o'clock in the evening and the subway had not yet stopped running, so there were still many people coming and going in the square, but few stopped.
They all come and go in a hurry.
From a certain passage in the subway, there was the sound of a guitar.
The music is very nice, Tang Xiaobao has never heard it before.
At this time, Zhou Haiyan pushed down the brim of her hat, led Tang Xiaobao to a bench near the subway entrance, sat down, and then looked at the subway passage in trance.
Tang Xiaobao noticed that Zhou Haiyan's eyes were full of tenderness, a bit entangled and painful, and a bit helpless and sighing.
Huh?
Is there any situation?
Tang Xiaobao also followed her line of sight and looked over.
At this time, in the passage, a gentle man in his thirties was playing the guitar.
This man is not handsome, but he is very elegant, and his temperament is exactly the same as Zhou Haiyan.
It’s like reading thousands of books and traveling thousands of miles.
What's it called?
There is a saying that goes like this... There is poetry and calligraphy in your belly.
Yes, this boy is not handsome, but he definitely has a lot of substance.
But the strange thing is that he only plays the guitar and plays it very well, but does not sing.
Tang Xiaobao had never heard this guitar tune before, but it sounded very nice. Passers-by would glance at this man when passing by, but most people would not stop.
Occasionally, someone would stop and most of the time they would put a banknote in the cardboard box in front of the man.
Ten yuan, fifty, five yuan, and fifty cents...
Not a single red hundred dollar bill.
The man never looked at the box containing the money from beginning to end. It was not for show. He didn't seem to mind.
He is just immersed in his own music world.
Zhou Haiyan didn't speak, so Tang Xiaobao couldn't ask more questions.
But he was almost certain that the relationship between this man and Zhou Haiyan was anything but ordinary.
Otherwise, Zhou Haiyan would not have brought him here.
Could it be that this man is the protagonist in her story?
Although Tang Xiaobao was very curious, he couldn't say anything and didn't want to break such a mood and atmosphere.
Yes, that's fine now.
Some people were playing guitar, others were watching silently from a distance, while Tang Xiaobao became a bystander, watching this scene.
He couldn't tell what he was feeling, Tang Xiaobao was just becoming more and more interested in that man.
He stared at the man and looked at him patiently.
The more he looked at it, the more he felt that this man was unusual. It seemed that there was a kind of strength and aloofness in him, which Tang Xiaobao especially admired.
Suddenly, a lady in her thirties walked past. The lady was well-maintained and very beautiful. She came from a distance and finally walked up to the man.
She listened quietly, staring at the man in front of her. She didn't say a word, just listened quietly.
The man obviously saw her, and there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he didn't say hello to her, and he was still playing the guitar silently.
He changed several pieces of music in a row, and played each one very well.
Tang Xiaobao is also a master of guitar. Even he has to admire this man's skills. He seems to be born to play guitar. He seems to be integrated with the guitar and his music.
Just like this, I watched it for about an hour.
The subway station is out of service.
The last batch of guests left, and the subway passage seemed increasingly deserted.
But the lady still had no intention of leaving.
Tang Xiaobao glanced at Zhou Haiyan carefully.
He thought that Zhou Haiyan's expression would change. After all, this lady seemed to be here for this man.
But the strange thing is that Zhou Haiyan is very calm, with a hint of pride and a smile in his eyes.
"Love rival?"
Tang Xiaobao asked himself in his mind, becoming even more curious. Finally, the sound of the guitar stopped.
The man began to pack his things, but throughout the entire process, he did not look at or speak to the beautiful lady in front of him.
But the noble lady took out a wallet from her body, took out a thick bunch of banknotes, put it gently into the cardboard box, turned around and left.
The man came over immediately and stopped the lady, still holding the bunch of banknotes in his hand with a smile on his face.
He was clearly smiling, but not smiling, giving you a sense of distance without making you feel embarrassed.
It's hard to explain and describe this man's smile.
"Thank you for the reward, but I can't accept it."
A man is neither humble nor arrogant, neither aloof nor humble, and his rejection will not make people feel embarrassed.
The noble lady was not angry and said with a smile: "Ten thousand yuan is not too much for me."
"But I have my own principles. The maximum reward cannot exceed fifty," the man said.
"But I don't have any change."
"It doesn't matter, I'll give you fifty."
After saying that, the man took out one of the cards, took out another fifty yuan, and returned the remaining money to the lady.
The lady was stunned.
"Actually, I'm very grateful that you have come to listen to me play guitar these past few days. Thank you."
The man said with a smile.
"I really appreciate you."
When she said this, the lady's face actually turned red.
The man nodded and went to pack his things.
The lady stood aside and looked at the man stupidly.
But the man didn't look at her again, packed up his things, and walked towards the entrance of the passage without looking back.
Zhou Haiyan grabbed Tang Xiaobao, turned around and left.
"Gone."
Tang Xiaobao probably had some idea in his mind, smiled, and reluctantly left with her.
When they arrived at a corner of the square, the two stood in the dark, watching the man cross the square, then came outside the community where Zhou Haiyan lived, took a look at the community, and then slowly disappeared at the end of the street.
Zhou Haiyan just watched the whole process silently. At the end, her eyes turned red and she almost cried.
Tang Xiaobao coughed and said, "Are you okay?"
Zhou Haiyan said: "It's okay."
"Then I'll go back now?"
Tang Xiaobao said sarcastically.
"Don't you want to hear my story?"
"I'm afraid you're not in the mood to talk."
"It's okay, let's go, let's go eat German chicken and chat."