[Magic Flute]
Xie Xuanming looked up at the logo above, purple and green light flashed faintly from the bottom of the font, and the cave opened like a psychedelic mystery.
There is also a circle of colored lights of the same color on the side of the gate of the bar. The dazzling lights are fascinating. At first glance, it looks a bit like the gate of hell in the punk era.
Probably because of the "Band Festival", there were a lot of people coming to the Magic Flute Bar. The guards at the door, wearing ski goggles and dressed like new-age electricians, couldn't see them. Let him in.
The Magic Flute is the second bar Xie Xuanming came to, and the atmosphere is very different from the previous black bar.
Although the black bar also has a stage, wine and music, the overall feeling of leisure is no different from that of ordinary restaurants. The Magic Flute, on the other hand, puts its own particularity on the table from the magical gate of entry.
The Magic Flute Bar is located underground, passing along the stone stairs, noisy sounds gushing out, facing a huge stage, the dance floor under the stage is sunken, and beautifully dressed men and women chat and dance in it, the tattoo stickers on their bodies shine together with the bracelets , dancing a magical light. Xie Xuanming took a quick glance and found that most of those tattoos were in the shape of musical instruments.
The people in the Magic Flute are mainly dressed in bright colors, and the dazzling lacquer color makes Xie Xuanming's black clothes extraordinarily different, but it shows that he stands out from the crowd in another sense.
Many people noticed the young and calm young man at the door, he was like a green bamboo in the tropical rainforest, out of place and full of attractiveness.
Xie Xuanming frowned at Ruoyouwu's peeping. He was not used to and didn't like being in the center of the crowd, so he moved silently to the bar in the corner and sat on the high stool in the shadows.
Getting out of the center of sight didn't stop people from being curious about him. As soon as Xie Xuanming sat down, a man in a dark green shirt with slicked back hair leaned over and said with a smile that the milk beer here was good, and asked him if he would like to try a cup as a treat for himself.
Although Xie Xuanming had never been to this kind of place, he could still hear hints in the words of the man with the dark green back.
He said bluntly, "I don't like men."
"That's it." The man with the back was a little regretful, but he saw the boy sitting cautiously and indifferently close to the corner, his eyelashes drooping like ink-colored butterflies, making people itch, so he couldn't help approaching, wanting to pinch it in his palm and play with it carefully.
It was rare to meet such a seductive prey, and the man wanted to say a few more words without giving up, but he saw a man swaying over with a grin, and hugged the boy in his arms.
"This kid is with me." Xie Xuanming's shoulders sank, and he was about to push away, but his sideways eyes met Ji Sheng's smiling eyes.
Ji Sheng was wearing a performance costume, the leather jacket hung loosely on his arms, half of his shoulders were exposed during the movements, and the muscle lines on his arms were so smooth and beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes. He put on makeup, and the sequins on the end of his eyes made the mole darker.
The man looked Ji Sheng up and down: "He doesn't like men."
"I'm not a man." Ji Sheng raised his eyebrows and spoke in surprise, "Do I look so masculine?"
The effect of pretending to be a minority group is amazing. The man glanced at his thin shoulders and Adam's apple covered by the chocker as if he had seen a ghost, and turned away in disbelief.
"There are often people like this in bars." After seeing off the man, Ji Sheng put his ear to Xie Xuanming's ear and said casually, "It's like brown sugar, the general method doesn't work, so you have to be harsh..."
He glanced at Xie Xuanming with a smile, and added: "Of course, you'd better not use this little trick. This kind of place is not suitable for minors."
Without saying a word, Xie Xuanming pinched the wrist that was hanging on his shoulder, and the skin felt soft and cold.
He pulled away the familiar shoulders, raised his hand, and showed Ji Sheng the bracelet, to the effect that "you asked me to come".
However, Ji Sheng misunderstood Xie Xuanming's meaning, grabbed his wrist lightly, and sent the bracelet to his eyes.
The temperature of his palm is different from that of his skin, with the heat of a dance floor. The temperature is transmitted through the palm lines, making Xie Xuanming's goosebumps rise slightly, and the tips of his ears are also warm.
"I drew it." Ji Sheng pointed at the fluorescent paint marks on the transparent bracelet, and said proudly, "Qingchu, two green mountains, the name of our band, isn't it bad?"
He was about to say something else, but the dance floor suddenly went dark, and the rear lights turned on, illuminating the stage hidden in the shadows.
The first band appeared under the lights, and the bassist made a passionate move, and his vigorous voice overwhelmed the noise.
In the chaos of light and shadow, Ji Sheng let out a "huh" and said with a smile: "It's the beginning, I have to go to the backstage to prepare quickly, or I will be scolded again."
He squeezed Xie Xuanming's wrist, and shook it like a cat: "See you later, cheer me up."
After finishing speaking, he let go of Xie Xuanming, jumped onto the dance floor like a fish, and disappeared into the crowd.
Xie Xuanming rubbed the wrist held by him, the heat in his palm remained.
On the stage, the bands changed one after another, and Xie Xuanming watched them seriously.
This type of band performance is very new to him. The drumbeats are bursting and the melody is passionate. Most of the original music sounds are immature and irregular, but they reveal the savage growth. Even if you don’t understand, you can still beat your heart hard.
It's a pity that there are too many homogeneous bands, Xie Xuanming watched two or three, and then looked away out of interest.
He turned his head and squinted to look at the menu hanging on the top of the bar, and raised his hand to order a glass of milk beer.
Five or six minutes later, the bartender pushed the milk beer in front of him. Before Xie Xuanming could take a sip, he heard a deafening "boom" behind him.
The bursting drums silenced the noisy bar, and the chattering and dancing people stopped and suddenly looked up at the stage.
The beer mug on the table flickered, ignoring the overflowing foam, Xie Xuanming turned around, his eyes fixed on the dark stage behind.
There was silence for a few seconds, and the clean drum sounded again. Rhythm cuts the opening cloth, announcing the beginning of the show.
There are a lot of lights, under the spotlights the hair of the teenager is flying, and under the drumsticks, the light and dust are competing to rise and fall.
When the melody is added, the song is like a skeleton giving birth to flesh and blood, and it is full of vitality in an instant.
Amidst the passionate music, Ji Sheng pulled the microphone past him and let out a low growl.
Noisy street, this smelly corner
hide the filth and the world is silent
Secret Desire Who Has Sex With Flesh
Lustful and pure white powder
His voice was slightly hoarse, revealing the embarrassment in the quagmire, and he was madly dismissive.
It looks like a dog covered in bruises, the wounds are mixed with mud, and the hair is stuck together by blood, water and dust all the year round.
But the stray dogs are so free and so proud, as if they are stepping on the commanding heights of the world, except for them are walking corpses and insignificant people.
Ji Sheng's singing is careless, but his words are extremely serious. The singing is emphasized with each drumbeat, biting the hearts of the listeners.
Xie Xuanming stared blankly at the stage, the sound of drums and lyrics hit his brain one after another, and the feeling of his heart tightening made him slightly dizzy.
On the stage, Ji Sheng raised his eyes abruptly, his sharp gaze pierced through the chaotic lights, shining directly into Qingming.
he sings:
Build the Temple of Hope on the Ruins
Ignite the glory of the rebirth of the world
Glory sold for a morsel of bread
Can also let the hypocrisy go to the end
Stray dogs carry rotten wounds
Chasing the sun of yesterday in the filth
The drum beat fell heavily, and the bass guitar and keyboard stopped.
In silence, he lightly dropped the drumstick.
The collision sounded, and the song ended.
The audience on the dance floor was silent for a moment, and then burst into exclamation and cheers.
Before tonight, not many people had heard of the band Qing Chu, but no surprise, after the performance, they will become a household name in the circle.
Xie Xuanming sat on the high stool, waiting little by little for the sizzling blood to cool down.
He gently called the bartender and asked, "Do you know what the song of the Qingde band that was performing just now is?"
"Is Qingchu a band? It's an original song... Wait, let me check the program list..."
The bartender flipped through the papers aside and replied,
"This song is called Stray Dog."
A stray dog, a dog that wanders in the dark.
Xie Xuanming felt that his throat was dry and he lowered his head and took a gulp of beer.
The bartender was wiping the glass beside him, shaking his head with emotion: "It's been a long time since I saw such a sensational band... Hey!"
Before he finished speaking, he was shocked to see two boys who looked like students in front of the bar, cleared their wine glasses to the bottom, jumped off the high stool, and walked towards the door without looking back.
Xie Xuanming blew cold wind at the door for a while.
He didn't stop here intentionally, it's just that he drank too much alcohol, felt dizzy, and walked unsteadily
Also, he has nowhere to go.
He has no home since he was born, and lived in other people's delusions for more than ten years, and finally returned to a wandering life.
Xie Xuanming bent over and covered his stomach, the burning feeling clutched at his heart.
The guards had long been attracted by the performance and came in to watch, but there was no one at the entrance of the bar. Xie Xuanming simply squatted down, shrunk himself into a ball sullenly.
He thought he was going to get another hemp rope tomorrow, if not, a knife would do, in short, something that could kill... But...
With the alcohol on, Xie Xuanming's mind was clearer than ever.
He felt that he wanted to die less.
Whether it's cowardly or enlightened, Xie Xuanming's teeth are trembling, and his cells are clamoring unrelentingly, asking him to struggle for no reason, just a little bit.
they say,
Anyway, it was already in the quagmire, and it couldn't be worse.
Xie Xuanming was squatting at the intersection thinking about life, when the door behind him suddenly opened, and several people with musical instruments on their backs came out making noise.
"Shall we sneak away early like this?"
"Okay, don't run away after getting the money. I didn't see the manager's eyes shining, and he was about to eat Xiaosheng. For the sake of Xiaosheng's purity, we have to run away!"
"Su Jing, get the hell out, you don't know who that bastard is staring at, what are you talking about... Eh? Underage?!"
Ji Sheng rushed out first, almost kicking over the squatting people at the door, he leaned down in shock, and shook his hands in front of Xie Xuanming: "Why are you squatting here... Fuck, how many drinks did you drink, and your face is so red? "
Ji Sheng's fingers dangled in front of Xie Xuanming, and seventeen or eighteen afterimages appeared in a psychedelic way.
Su Jing also leaned over and saw Ji Sheng pulling a minor child, yelling: "You are not the one who borrowed the rope yesterday... What are you doing here as a minor?"
The words of the two of them were circling around Xie Xuanming's ears, "how much did you drink" in the left ear, and "what are you doing here" in the right ear.
Xie Xuanming was in a daze. He wanted to say that I was abducted here by your drummers to watch the show, and he also wanted to say that I only had one drink.
However, his thoughts were too chaotic, and he tried to solve it for a long time, but he couldn't separate the two problems.
So Xie Xuanming gave up and bowed his head in silence.
Su Jing and Ji Sheng looked at each other.
Su Jing questioned: "What did you do to the child?"
Ji Sheng was furious: "It's none of my business, I can still beat people up by beating the drums on stage."
The two were still about to argue, but Xie Xuanming, who was drooping his head, looked up, because his drunken and swollen eyes were extremely focused on Ji Sheng.
He stretched out both hands, earnestly grasped Ji Sheng's palm in front of him, and firmly and unquestionably snapped off the other four fingers other than the index finger.
Facing the proudly standing finger, Xie Xuanming nodded in satisfaction, and said:
"I am... 1."
The author has something to say:
Ah Xiaoxie, you are indeed (mumbling
Thanks to Jin Ni who wrote the lyrics, Weibo guides the way@今猜_Regina