"It was a shoegaze, and three bands came, all of them from the UK," Liang Xiao explained. "The time is the second day of the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday, and you are in the front row."
Ye Ji'an immediately remembered. This matter itself was quite deep in his mind, after all, there were not many opportunities for him to be lucky enough to spare time to go out and listen to the scene.
And those three bands... Two of them are both of his and Liang Xiao's interest.
In my impression, the venue was a tavern on the west side of the Temple of Heaven. He drank half a bottle of Duwei Sanhua, which was very bitter and fragrant. The performance swayed from nine o'clock in the evening to nearly midnight. After that, two or three songs were encored, and the subway was gone. , the taxi could not be reached, and the last bus bound for the suburbs, he sat until the terminal, and later rode a shared bicycle with the Gaode map for a long time, and when he returned to his satellite city, it seemed that the sky was almost dawn.
After that, he caught a cold for half a month, and he couldn't stop his coughing and runny nose even in meetings. He was mortally humiliated. Who knew if he was to blame for too much sweat or the cool wind blowing for too long.
"What about you at that time?" Ye Ji'an stopped recalling his hard punk experience, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you also in the front row?"
"In the middle, not too far from senior." Liang Xiao pushed his cheek, so that he could face the stage instead of staring at him blankly. He saw that the Hot Field Band had already left with the piano case. The tall, thin, white-haired, drooping-shouldered man walked to the center without saying a word. He hung the piano and stepped on the effector at will, with a dejected look on his face. Ye Ji'an recognized it as the lead singer.
Then, one after another, five people came up, all of them were tall men with long hair and dark circles, with dejected faces. After saying hello, they focused on tuning, without any intention of interacting with the audience. Ye Ji'an and Liang Xiao both laughed. This band feels like they are dying. If they come up, they will be full of joy and enthusiasm. They will almost suspect that they are in the wrong place.
"At the end of September at that time... You've only been employed for more than a month!" Ye Ji'an said quickly.
"Yeah, I'm not familiar with senior." Liang Xiao smiled.
Ye Ji'an also laughed. He was already sweating, and he took off his suit jacket. He wanted to imitate Liang Xiao and put it on one shoulder in a cool way and hold it with his backhand. The stupid idea of tying his sleeves to his waist, "I'll be startled when I meet him," he hurriedly put his clothes on his forearms, trying to ease the point in his heart that no one knew by talking. Embarrassed, "I came out to play and met my colleagues, and I lost eight lives."
Liang Xiao suddenly became serious, "I'm just a little surprised, I started paying attention to seniors that night."
"I care." He corrected his words again.
"Just because I saw my tattoo?" Ye Ji'an bumped into his shoulder.
"Of course not." Liang Xiao also bumped into him.
"What's that for?"
"Let's talk about it in a while!" Liang Xiao refused to look at him, and then on the stand—a bunch of drum beats smashed down, and the performance began.
Ye Ji'an used to be crazier than musicians, especially when he was in college, when the band left, he could still dance in the bar with a bunch of hooligans until the middle of the night, even if the auspicious three treasures were played on the stereo, he could still play He waved his arms, twisted his cross, and became the prettiest boy in the bar. This also shows that his physical strength is deteriorating more and more. After six songs have passed, it is probably just after half of the game, and he has begun to feel that he is not far from resting.
People were swarming around him randomly, those at the back pushed him forward, and those at the front continued to spread due to large movements such as jumping and clapping their hands. Bass, the pile of people below twisted and twisted in waves. The sing-along is also like a roar, like a slogan, mixed with screams that burst out in my ears. Everyone was so excited, Ye Ji'an also called because he was also excited, and the smell of alcohol exploded in his head like popping candy, but the red and white ones were still swaying and swaying in the stomach, and the headache also spread from the temples , with his legs wrapped in trousers, he felt that his candy was not dancing smoothly. The suit on his forearm couldn't be hung for a long time. He held it in his hand, and it was full of folds. His old waist and old legs were starting to soften. Ye Ji'an still didn't want to accept the reality that he needed a break.
Liang Xiao was quite calm throughout the whole process. He didn't dance or twist, and he didn't shout like he was venting. He only raised his hands and clapped after each song. An opera aria. But it wasn't that he couldn't appreciate these music. On the contrary, just like when he was listening to CDs at home, he watched with all his heart and concentration, and didn't even blink his eyes until Ye Ji'an took him by the wrist and wanted to pogo him. Only suddenly came back to God.
"Hey, aren't you going to take me to the disco?" Ye Ji'an's bangs were all scattered, and she was wet with sweat, and put it on her forehead.
Liang Xiaohui held him, and raised his fingers into the air, quickly following his rhythm in the restlessness of the room, but his eyes were fixed on his face, even more straight than in the stands just now, as if the surrounding dynamics had changed. It's fake, it's all still, the only thing he can see is Ye Ji'an's face.
"Are seniors tired?"
"Okay, this isn't your favorite song—"
"Your face is very bad," Liang Xiao squeezed his waist, "and there is no strength on your body."
Ye Ji'an wanted to make a quibble, but was dragged by Liang Xiao and walked straight back. The road was chaotic, and he couldn't see anything, only that Liang Xiao had the words "can't help but say" all over his body. He stood in the back to open the way for him, and seemed to think that was not enough, so he simply hugged him, almost protecting him in his arms, so that he could walk steadily, so that the drunk and awake people around him could not touch him at all. . Ye Ji'an turned around a bit, his footsteps were indeed vain, and he was led to the bar in the backcourt.
Not far away, I can still see the band on the stage, and the music is still in my ears, just a little less volume and a little more chatter from the people around. Seeing Liang Xiao sitting beside him, Ye Ji'an didn't mean to leave, the pungency of the wine in his stomach eased a little, "Indeed," he gently tugged on Liang Xiao's cuff, as if trying to pull someone closer A little, "Older."
"It's the senior who drank too much wine today." Liang Xiao really moved closer to the chair, and the two of them touched their knees. He ordered a glass of mint water with ice cubes and pushed it in front of Ye Ji'an, "Drink a little."
Ye Ji'an sipped the straw obediently, and the refreshing feeling in his mouth calmed his head a lot, "I didn't expect you to see this type of scene, I thought it was stronger than when I was in my twenties."
"Do you want to throw up?"
"No, I haven't had enough of it yet. I can count my amount of alcohol." Ye Ji'an wanted to lean on him, but in the end he didn't. He just lay down on the table and said, "Take a break and then fight again."
He could feel a hand behind his neck, and he began to stroke it along the spine again. The strength and speed were quite measured, but the stroke made him feel numb. Ye Ji'an rested on his arm comfortably, looked sideways, the bar counter. The light is red, Liang Xiao frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed red, very bright, "Tell me, why don't you, you've taken your fancy to me." Ye Ji'an went to grab his hand again.
Liang Xiao smiled, and as soon as he put his hand on it, his smile deepened, "Because you are not the same."
"Huh?" Ye Ji'an sat up straight.
Liang Xiao patted him soothingly, and said slowly, "I'm going to use that word, it's a long story. Do you still remember? Six years ago, you went to New York once, and the company held job fairs in several schools, among which the With my school, that was the first time we met."
"Well, I was..." Ye Ji'an was a little surprised, recalling vaguely, "mainly doing chores, sorting out forms and so on."
"Yeah, the senior was being scolded when I went," Liang Xiao squeezed his phalanx, his eyes still quite gentle, "I also handed in my resume and filled out the form, and everyone seemed to welcome me, only you were with me. After I went to other booths, I caught up and persuaded me to stay in school instead of rushing to work after graduating from an undergraduate degree, saying that it might take a few years to find out that I chose the wrong path, and I might be bullied in the company. You want me not to go. Consider external factors and figure out what you like to do.”
Ye Jixin said that it is true, I am also a top 2 undergraduate and master graduate student in China, and I have also taken two key certificates. When I first joined the job, I was a grandson with my tail between my tails every day. Now, where is it? It's just that I can touch some highly professional work, and the salary has doubled several times, and the workload has also doubled several times. Then how can you just watch a child with ideals rush up and fall to the ground? Although he didn't remember that he persuaded such a young college student at the time, he was able to pick up the mood at that time.
I just heard Liang Xiao say again: "In fact, I was very annoying during that time. I felt that I was deceived by Roman, and I felt sorry for him and hurt him badly. How can I only bring good things like love to me? Two-sided pain, I was stuck in this dead end, and insomnia started.” He admitted frankly, “My family kept urging me to go back to China, I wanted to go back but didn’t want to go back, and finally I decided to stay and continue my studies, and think about it now. , maybe there is a senior reason, a stranger, he is caring about me, he doesn't ask me what I want, just doesn't want to see me make mistakes. It makes me feel that the world is amazing, as if I have to believe it."
Ye Ji'an hugged his shoulder and rubbed his forehead on the side of his neck, "I don't remember."
"I know."
"I'm fine... I'm so angry!" Ye Ji'an bit his lip, feeling that his words didn't make sense, "Why did I forget?"
"It's okay, it's okay, it doesn't matter," Liang Xiao also hugged him back, with a stable mind, just to cover his confusion and drunkenness, "Then we exchanged contact information, email and Facebook, senior just I went back and continued to do chores. I just thought you were a bad guy at the time, but after a few years, I found that a Facebook account would post a sentence about dying every few days, and there was nothing else, and I remembered that it was a recruitment Seniors I met at the meeting."
"It was more than a year ago, when I was going to return to work in China." Liang Xiao added.
Ye Ji'an shrank his neck subconsciously, buried his face on someone's shoulder like an ostrich, and refused to lift it up. It can't be said to be a bolt from the blue, but indeed, this feeling is like a streaking, still under Liang Xiao's eyelids, or when I don't know it at all. None of his classmates and colleagues are on Facebook, at least no one said they want to add him. He was just bored when he signed up in the early years. Later, he just used it as a trash can to spit out bitterness—more than a year ago, it was Ye Ji'an who wanted to die the most. At that time, he took out most of his savings to treat his adoptive mother, and the mortgage loan would directly crush him, and his promotion was still a long way off. Every day he felt that he was finished.
Then he wanted to die, pondered how to die, and didn't say those two words to talk about it, he felt that he was really going to die. So he vented in a self-insured way and was seen through.
"Then you think I'm a miserable person who wants to die every day but doesn't dare to die. I'm a good person." He lifted his eyelids and looked at Liang Xiao. God knew that his eyes were sore, and he really wanted to be touched.
Liang Xiao really touched it, stroked his eyebrows, and shook his head, "Then I went back to work in China. Coincidentally, the senior was there during the interview. I felt very cordial, the kind of fate my father often said. Later, I observed the seniors. They are capable, gentle, modest, calm and reliable. They are perfect from the outside. They are the type of girls who want to marry. No one will doubt your confidence in life." He looked at Ye Ji'an carefully. , the voice was not too small or not, and it just came into Ye Jian's ears, "Who knew I would see your tattoo at the self-admiring rock scene, the shirt is off, there is only a tight T-shirt, and the tattoo goes all the way to the forearm. .You look happy, really happy, and you were free then."
"Haha, that's weird for me... It's true that the inside and the outside are different." Ye Ji'an heard his heartbeat again, and the music was still so loud, so loud, that he could hear his heart pounding. But when he leaned on Liang Xiao, he was confused again, whose heartbeat is it
"It's very contradictory, and it's very charming. I understood that day, the senior is actually a very powerful person, the enthusiastic side, the world-weary side, the smooth side, the free side, all these are seen only by me, so you are Different, I am also different. I thought, how much is hidden? Can I see it? If I can't see, am I going to go crazy." Liang Xiao said this, looking at him deeply, his palms covered On his back, "I'm lucky, I even know where each of my predecessors' tattoos are."
Ye Ji'an made a wrong move forward and pressed the corner of his lips, "I don't believe it."
"Believe." Liang Xiao kissed him and said.
"You don't dare to look at me," Ye Ji'an bit him, with a slight nasal tone in his voice, "I took off my shirt, and you didn't dare to hug me."
Liang Xiao was extremely patient, and still hugged him like that, proving his absolute understanding, "This is Gunhua," he rubbed Ye Ji'an's left blade, "This is Dream Theater, with a long column of letters," he touched again Ji'an's ridges on the upper leaves seemed to be pressed according to the position of the letters, "And here is the Pantera, your favorite one." After speaking, the temperature had slipped to the waist, and it was tightly tied. Above the belt, it is not in a hurry to probe in, but you can't say that it has no intention of going in at all, because every soft and steady stroking, every shallow pinch, seems to pick up a string, hanging in the air. Air teasing.
"There are nineteen bands in total, four on the left arm, five on the right arm, and ten on the back and waist. If the senior's waist is thicker, the more text on the right can be added." Liang Xiao asked in a deep voice. , "Do you still want to listen?"
Ye Ji'an was trembling slightly under his hands. I don't know when it started, and the hot body could be felt through the fabric. He slid down from the high chair and hung himself on Liang Xiao, as if he would never let go. , will always be so close to each other, "The bathroom, where is it," he whispered, whether he was dizzy or thoughtful, it doesn't seem to be important at the moment, the powerful sound wall and the pogo crowd are also better Failing to catch the waves hitting him, he stumbled and touched Liang Xiao's belt, hooked it with his little finger, "Come with me."