This is a smoky room, cluttered with drums, guitars, and some messy clothes... .
There are portraits of various celebrities posted on the wall. Some of them I know, some foreigners I don’t know. In short, I just put them up.
There was almost no room for people to stand on the ground. Empty wine bottles, cigarette butts, and various packaging bags had successfully turned this place into a garbage dump.
I was holding a cigarette in my mouth, leaning lazily on the pile of drums, looking at the sunlight slanting into the dim room outside the window, my eyes blurred, I don't adapt to Beijing, and after 6 years, I still don't adapt to this city. !
I am not used to the breakfast in this city. I will never be able to drink that salty bean juice in my life. I don’t want to see things like burnt rings and sesame paste pancakes again, even though they are delicious.
I miss Sichuan's red beef noodles. I dream of having a bowl of it when I wake up in the morning.
I am not used to the climate of this city. In the first winter, when I went out, I almost went crazy with the cold. I wrapped myself like a rice dumpling, but I was still cold.
I miss the rainy winter in Sichuan, although I don’t know what it is worth missing.
It’s a big city, with many people, hiding cabbage in winter, and speaking Mandarin with a Beijing accent. Everything is so strange. Six years later, I still feel so out of place.
I am like an outlier. I still often speak Sichuan dialect here. It is not because I miss my hometown so much, but because my Mandarin became the initial obstacle for me to come to this city. I have a psychological shadow on speaking it. I don’t like to speak it. My throat became tight when I spoke.
When I was at Zhulin Xiaozhu, my master deliberately taught me to speak Mandarin with a Beijing accent. But that strong Sichuan accent is something deep in my bones. How can it be so easy to change
So, on the first day I arrived at the new school, I was severely laughed at. At that time, I was so helpless, patient, and giving in...
The school I attended was a school that was almost closed to the outside world. It could also be said to be a school for children. Most of the students there were people with backgrounds. At first, I didn’t know why Master sent me to that school. Later, I I realized that his choice was helpless, because when he arrived in Beijing, he started to be busy with certain things and could only find the most convenient school for me.
after that... .
The smoke filled my eyes, and I finally recalled that later, the long-term absence of my master and the pressure from my classmates at school finally made me explode. I began to become angry, started fighting, and started to have conflicts with the so-called "pricks" in the school. The son and the naughty master are mixed together...
Because I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, I have good skills. I fought almost all over the school and in the surrounding alleys. I don’t know if I have started to degenerate.
My master didn't know about these changes in me at first. He only knew that my grades plummeted. After a lot of effort, I was admitted to a third-rate university, and then I was forced to repeat my studies. My master was also forced to keep me for a year, and finally entered a university. A decent university in Beijing.
But that year, when I was 19 years old, I was about to be in trouble. On the night when I received the admission notice, I drank with a few buddies and made trouble. They chased me and I was almost beaten to death on the street!
In the hospital, Master and I had the following conversation.
"Why did you become like this?"
"Master, you said, that's fate, that's how fate should be."
"Okay, since it's your life, go ahead and let me see how disappointed you can be."
"What's disappointing is you. You brought me to Beijing, and then you couldn't see anyone for three days. I haven't seen my parents in years. I can only see my sister twice a year. Now I'm hospitalized. Do they know? Master, you have changed!"
The master was silent, and he finally said to me: "Sanwa'er, you have to walk your own road. No matter what your destiny is, have you forgotten your true intention? I don't mind. You have special circumstances in this special period. Mentality, I just mind, you can't understand after all, whether the environment changes the heart, or the heart sees through the environment. I can't protect you for the rest of your life, or are you prepared to rely on me for the rest of your life? The only thing I can feel relieved is that you haven't given up on metaphysics. You still study very seriously and do the 'homework' you should do every day."
After saying those words, I shed tears. It was the first time I shed tears since I came to Beijing. I weakly said to Master: "Master, let's go back. Let's go back to Zhulin Xiaozhu. I don't want to stay here." ”
But Master only said one thing to me: "Sanwa'er, you can never escape."
Just when I was lost in memories, the cigarette from my mouth was suddenly taken away, and then a voice like a wolf howled in my ears: "I kept asking when will you come with me, but you always You are laughing at me, I have nothing..."
"Yang Jingtong, shut up. If you sing again, do you believe I will slap you?" I couldn't stand the sound like a wolf howling, so I couldn't help but rub my sore forehead and warned.
Yang Jingtong is my best buddy in Beijing. We fight together, tease girls together, smoke together, and drink together. This house is what he and I rented. Now we have organized a few people to make so-called "rock and roll" together. '.
This guy was the son of an official. In the third year of junior high school (I repeated a year) and high school, it wasn't enough for me to fool around with him. In college, he also forced himself to find a relationship and got into the same university as me.
"Come on, Chen Chengyi, you better shut up. As soon as you speak Beijing dialect, I want to strangle you to death. You will scare the sows awake." This kid has always been like this. He loves it so much. I didn't say anything to me, so I grabbed something I didn't know what it was on the ground, jumped up and chased after him.
He howled, turned around and ran away without looking back. In terms of a fight, he couldn't beat me. He wouldn't even dare to mess with me.
After chasing us into the alley, the two 'heterogeneous young men' were still looked at with disdain by the aunt in the alley for a while. We had no choice but to have long hair that reached the nape of our necks, a tattered military uniform draped around our bodies, and long and short legs. It would be strange not to be despised for his trousers.
Let's stop making trouble. After all, we still have to pay attention to the impact in this area. Even though we are in a courtyard, our singing practice sounds like ghosts and howls have long been disgusted and disliked by the people around us. If we make trouble again, we will probably be driven away.
Yang Jingtong hugged me and said: "Chen Chengyi, we don't want to be serious with these ignorant women. They know nothing. This is Cui Jian's style."
Yes, we tried our best to go to the 1986 Workers' Stadium performance, and were deeply impressed by Cui Jian. The way he dressed up was to imitate the way he looked when he sang "Nothing" in the Workers' Stadium.
Back in the house, Yang Jingtong put the dirty bag he brought over in front of me and said to me mysteriously: "Pour out the good stuff and take a look."
I poured it out immediately, and it was full of tapes. I was surprised to read the boxes one by one. Yang Jingtong said proudly next to him: "The good things we got from Hong Kong, the latest ones, this one, beyond Yes, this is the box of "Secret Police", there is a song called "Earth" in it, please listen to it."
I picked up the tape, opened it eagerly, inserted it into the tape recorder in the house, fast-forwarded to the song "Earth", and heard a completely different kind of music playing from the tape recorder.
"On those green roads, I experienced so many traumas, on that old face..." I looked at the playlist attached to the tape case, and I listened to it unknowingly, with Yang Jingtong beside me. I said, "Dude, isn't it good?"
"It sounds good, but what is it singing?"
"Are you stupid? This is Cantonese, do you know? Cantonese!"
"What kind of Cantonese do you speak?"
"Isn't that nonsense? Brother, who am I? Cantonese is nothing! Come on, listen to this again, "Goodbye Ideal", it's also good." Yang Jingtong started to brag again, and while the two of us were talking, The door to the room was knocked open, and a man rushed in.
Yang Jingtong looked up and saw that one of our buddies who rushed in was also in a band. He opened his mouth and said: "Are you being chased by a sow? Look at how hard you are running, like a grandson."
Yang Jingtong's mouth has always been so annoying. The buddy ignored Yang Jingtong and grabbed a cup without checking whether there was any ash in it. He took a big gulp and said, "Chen Chengyi, you Go back quickly, I saw your master is back, and I might go to school to catch you later."
I stood up immediately. I was absent from class today and was caught. I had to be beaten.