As soon as he opened the door, a courier boy pushed the box into his hand.
He was a little surprised when he suddenly received the package, and his categorical denial made the little brother confused.
The courier boy with a few strands of blond hair confirmed the address again and again, and finally forced the package into his arms.
He wanted to say something else, but the little brother had already ran away. Looking at the heavy cardboard box in his arms, he returned to the room depressed.
Logically speaking, there should be only a few people who know that they are still in this city. And none of them are so careless as sending something over without saying hello.
What's more...it's impossible for them to give him anything.
He doesn't have the habit of online shopping, and he can't be so confused that he doesn't even know what he ordered. It's really suspicious to have such an inexplicable package sent to him.
The express delivery note of the package was almost blank. It only contained the address of the apartment and his name - Ke Xiaotian, but there was no information about the sender.
Although he didn't know the specific process of express delivery because he didn't use online shopping very much. However, the filling in of this express delivery form should be illegal and it should not be sent. He originally wanted to ask the courier guy again, but this was so confusing
The little yellow-haired guy got on his motorcycle and disappeared long ago.
Turning around and locking the door, he placed the cardboard box on the glass coffee table.
Without using scissors, he tore open the yellow sealing tape with his bare hands.
"Hey, this!?"
When he opened it, he found a black suit inside, as well as a white shirt with rhinestones and filigree trim, and a lace tie with white stripes and red silk. On the left hand side was a red-shell gilded letter with a workmanship
A delicate obsidian brooch is pinned to one corner.
It seemed that the contents inside should explain everything to him.
He took off the brooch and unfolded the soft leather cover. What came to him was not the smell of ink, but the fragrance of flowers——
"Gardenia..."
The text on the letter paper is handwritten. Judging from the neat and smooth handwriting, the other party is very capable and experienced. He may be a secretarial staff who has been working in Vanity Fair for many years. However, it is unclear whether the sender himself wrote the letter.
And know it.
To Xiaotian:
Remember five years ago? It’s been a long time since we last met. It’s time for everyone to get together. Wouldn’t you mind drinking a free glass of wine?
Century Tower Emerald, seven o'clock in the evening. Our protagonist will not be late.
Remember to wear this suit, the brooch is your passport.
2017.1.18
He thought about it as he closed the cover and looked at the gilded fonts on the cover of the letter.
"Throw it away?"
This package with ulterior motives sent the "past", and this "past" was buried in the soil by him many years ago. Now he has no intention to dig it out, let alone the reason to dig it out.
So he planned to do this - throw these things into the trash can and give them to homeless people on the street. It had nothing to do with him whether they wore them to keep out the cold or sold them to satisfy their hunger.
But his hands and feet were a bit unruly. Even though the trash can was at hand, his hands couldn't let go of the edge of the box and he froze.
Maybe it reminds me of the gardenia, or maybe it's something else...
Anyway, he began to hesitate.
The black plastic bag covering the small trash can is a bottomless pit. If he throws these things down -
There is really no coming back from this.
"Sure enough, I still... go?"
Just sighing, the carton was placed back on the coffee table, and he took out the suit, gently shook open the folds, and took off the plastic film covering it.
He began to prepare to dig into the "past" that had been buried for many years and should have turned into dust.
Tonight, there is a feast.
After receiving the invitation, he came.
As soon as he arrived, he huddled in the corner and ate grape toast dully, and lowered his head hard until the bangs in front of the door covered his eyes.
Like a defeated black-bone chicken, its head drooped, afraid of being recognized.
He didn't know why, but it was probably freshly baked toast in his hands. He felt like he was chewing tasteless pieces of wax. Even if he spread the blueberry sauce on the flower porcelain dish, he couldn't detect the sweetness, but it was full of flavor in his mouth.
Has a bitter taste.
I guess the so-called "same taste" is just that, right?
Chewing dry bread in his mouth, his eardrums were shaking from the noise of people. He was always a little bored when he was alone.
There were two people talking about cross talk on the stage. These two people were guests here like him. He didn't know why they were also on the stage. He guessed they were part of tonight's program. The two people were wearing suits and had Sichuan accents.
Taste. Learn to speak and sing, and perform well, making the whole audience laugh like thunder.
Guessing that no one was paying attention to him, he raised his head slightly to look at this luxurious scene with the theme of "Aristocratic Night Banquet".
The one-legged dining table in front of you is covered with a patterned white tablecloth, and is covered with large and small dinner plates. Crispy turkey stuffed with spices, flaky smoked sausage with heavy oil, medium rare steak, fresh
Sliced fruits, milk-scented Western pastries... these plates are piled high with sumptuous delicacies.
There are several tables with similar food, and the decorators have cleverly placed them at the five corners. It is not only beautiful, but also effectively shortens the distance between the guests and the banquet, and leaves plenty of space to form a dance floor. This is
The application of space is quite reasonable.
And on several special marble stone tables are "wine towers" - dozens of goblets arranged in a pyramid shape, and well-dressed male waiters pour bottles of red wine into the top glasses, and the overflowing wine liquid
Run down the rim of the glass to fill the cup below, and the excess wine will collect into a pool in the lower trough.
There are also professional musicians playing live in the venue, and the large stage left in the center for the performers is also expensive - it is indeed one of the most high-end venues in the city. Even after staying here for half a year, he is still the first
One step in.
"well……"
He sighed, took a cursory look, and then lowered his head.
"...Is that all?"
Feeling a little disappointed inside, he stuffed only half of the toast in his hand into his mouth.
There was a table full of food, but he only took the toast in front of him.
Although he was very hungry, he was also very thirsty.
But the greasy meat and the cloying butter made him a little nauseous, and he couldn't eat anything except these tasteless toasts.
The toast was dry, and he, who was already thirsty, felt as if his throat had been ground in sand.
He wanted to take a drink of water, but found that the kettle filled with water was at the other end of the table, so he had to get up and reach for the handle.
But he had just stood up, and in the blink of an eye, the crowd suddenly started to make noise. Although the venue had always been noisy to him-but this time it was different, they called his name loudly.
I was still thinking: This is trouble.
He planned to escape, but in the blink of an eye, he was pushed onto a familiar yet unfamiliar stage.
"Is it a performance?" he asked.
"Yeah, let's see what you're best at." The person in the audience replied.
He was silent, since he was here, he couldn't do nothing.
Quickly walking to the stage, he stood next to the pianist, taking the place of the still astonished man.
He straightened the bench and adjusted his body shape. When his hands played long notes on the keys, the whole place was silent.
How many years?
Five years or six years?
Can't remember clearly.
It was so quiet that even the bustling audience was holding their breath and concentrating, so he should be focused even more.
But he couldn't concentrate. His fingers left and fell on the keyboard, but no sound was made.
In the past, he was the master of all "stages". He was the "king" whether on or off the stage.
He was aloof and arrogant. Almost everyone was applauding what he did.
But, that was "before"...
Now, even if he has ascended the "throne" again, he is still an indecisive mediocre king, waiting as the key of his "subjects".
The finger used as the command talisman trembled slightly, but did not fall down.
"Why should I agree with their expectations? Anyway, I...have never satisfied anyone."
He was thinking about it and planned to leave his seat just like that.
But at this time, I can't escape her shadow:
"You must remember that the piano is the king of musical instruments, with eighty-eight keys and eighty-eight souls. If you don't understand it, it's better not to play it."
These were the words she said when she first taught him how to play the piano, but it has been so many years since she first taught him how to play the piano, and it was still fresh when she read it out in a corner.
"Okay, just this one."
Finally, the fingertips touched the keys, and the slender fingers rose and fell in the black and white grid.
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