She recognized this voice as Mrs. Qiu from the 602 household downstairs she had.

She climbed up to the sixth floor with the handrail, and when she opened the door, she saw a melancholy young man standing alone, with a black bulging backpack and a guitar at his feet.

The young man bent down to pick up the guitar, cherished it in his arms, and looked at 602 with the door closed, looking sad. Sensing that someone was coming out of the corridor, he turned his head to look and saw Xia Tian.

Xia Tian barely raised a smile.

The boy turned his head, drooping his head, looking at a loss, like a homeless puppy, soft and pitiful.

She softened her heart, walked over, and said softly, "Is your mother annoying you playing the guitar again?" ”

The boy nodded.

"It's okay, she's angry, I'll let you in when the anger is gone." Xia Tian picked up his black backpack, the backpack was the kind of mountaineering bag, it was very large, it was a bit heavy to carry, and it should contain a lot of things, "You go to my house and sit for a while, and you can plead with your mother again at dinner." ”

The boy's shoulders shrugged, and a muffled whimper came from his drooping face.

Xia listened and felt distressed. She'll recognize this teenager from last year. There was a time when she was in a particularly bad mood and always liked to go up to the rooftop to blow the wind. After going there more times, I found that the boy always went to the rooftop, holding a guitar, playing and singing quietly.

His voice was very warm, but he was able to sing a melancholy taste, and she eavesdropped on it too many times, so she was embarrassed and took the initiative to greet him.

At first, the teenager was very repulsive to her, but after a few sincere praises from Xia Tian, he slowly accepted her. So Xia Tian learned from him that his name was Qiu Yexi, he was an autistic child when he was a child, and later fell in love with music, however, his mother always severely scolded him and did not allow him to touch music.

On several occasions, when she went downstairs, she heard Mrs. Qiu scolding him for being a plaything.

But to be honest, Xia Qian thinks that he sings very well, and he plays the guitar very professionally, and she said before that the bar singer she wanted to recommend to Lian Mo was him.

She didn't understand why Mrs. Qiu would suppress her son's preferences.

She led the man to 702 and poured him a cup of tea. He held the teacup, and suddenly tears kept falling, looking at her with a pair of tearful eyes, "Sister Xia, my mother doesn't plan to ask me anymore, she asked my dad to stop my living expenses, not give me money to enroll in college, let me promise not to play music before I can go home." ”

Xia was stunned. How can there be such parents in the world.

Qiu Yexi suddenly knelt on her knees and kowtowed to her: "Sister Xia, please help me, I can't give up music, music is my life, but I need money to continue studying." ”

"The man has gold under his knees, don't do this, get up quickly." Xia Tian was startled and quickly helped him up, "Do you want me to lend you money?" ”

Qiu Ye bit his lip and didn't speak.

Even when there is no way out, the boy has a dignity that he cannot speak. Even if he is ready to abandon his dignity.

Xia Tian sighed, "Actually, I originally planned to look for you in the past two days. I work in a bar, you know, and recently our bar singer had an accident and needed a replacement. I don't think you're as good as our original lead singer in singing and playing the guitar, but your mother ......."

The young man's bright eyes dimmed instantly, like a soft moon suddenly covered with a layer of gray clouds, which made people uncomfortable to look at.

She couldn't interfere in other people's family affairs, so she had to take something to eat from the refrigerator for him.

Qiu Yexi lowered his head, his eyes were red, like a wounded young beast, and said in a low voice, "Sister Xia, I want this job." ”