You’re My Wonderwall

Chapter 1

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Lu Yan stepped on the small rocky slope at the entrance of the alley, then squatted down, and glanced at the pile of stickers and small advertisements on the store door from a distance.

Words such as "tattoo eyebrows" and "tattoos" were randomly pasted crookedly on the top, and there were a few concise advertising slogans: 40% off for one head, 50% off for two heads.

No special services are provided.

The line with the largest font size reads 'Welcome card players from all walks of life to learn from each other'.

He didn't care whether it was a chess and card room or a barber shop. In short, the price of the full set of washing, cutting and ironing after the 40% discount was the same as that boy Li Zhen said, no more than three digits.

In the time it takes to find a barber shop, Li Zhen has already sent him no fewer than ten messages.

Li Zhen: Brother Yan, have you found the place yet

I posted the location in the group, if you can't figure it out, remember to read it.

Stop relying on your uncanny sense of direction and sixth sense.

Are you there yet

Reached

Lu Yan flicked the cigarette ash and replied to the past.

-Here we go, far enough.

Not only is it biased, but the planning of this area is even more unpredictable. The pile of stones of unknown origin under the feet may be waste left over from repairs and construction somewhere.

Looking further into the distance, there are several towering chimneys from nearby factories.

Chemical exhaust fumes kept coming out, floating gray in the air.

Lu Yan put the remaining half of the cigarette to his mouth and took a puff, and the words of the bar owner kept ringing in his ears repeatedly in his mind, "For your performance this time, I have some small requests and suggestions... ".

small request.

suggestion.

He thinks it's amazing that he can squat here now.

After squatting for a while, he threw the cigarette on the ground, got down from the stone pile, and crushed the cigarette butt with his toes.

The barber shop in front of me was surprisingly small, occupying only half of the storefront, and the half was barely carved out with partitions. The poker table is wider than the work area where the head is shaved.

When Lu Yan bowed his head and stepped into the door, the people at the table inside were still howling: "Two circles."

"Three belts and one."

"Fuck it, blow it up!"

There was a sudden voice in it: "Master, perm your head."

It seems that this group of people has experienced this kind of temporary disbandment quite often, and within three minutes they all disappeared.

There was only one store manager with dyed yellow hair and two plastic combs pinned to his messy curly hair.

"It's a coincidence that you came here, if you continue to play, you will lose," the store manager put away the card table, stood it on the wall, and continued to speak in a dialect with a serious accent, "The luck is really fucking bad recently... "

The store manager said while he was busy, he sneaked a glance at the door, and studied the other party's appearance out of professional habits.

The first impression is evil.

I can't tell where it's evil, but there is an evil spirit all over my body.

The person who came in from the door was wearing a dark T-shirt with a pattern printed on it that looked like a certain English alphabet, and he had two brow nails at the end of his eyebrows in a very ostentatious way—not a serious person. Although there is nothing hanging on the ears, a row of fine ear holes can be seen, seven or eight, and there are also on the ear bones.

The legs are long and straight, and the hair is quite long.

It can't be seen clearly against the light, and there is a long black guitar bag on the back.

Lu Yan put down the guitar bag, said something that didn't match his appearance, and bargained quite neatly: "Thank you, I don't need it, just count me as cheaper later."

The store manager is also a straightforward person: "Success, what kind of iron do you want?"

"Wait a minute, I'll find a picture," Lu Yan looked down at the chat history, swiped up a few times, "burn it like this."

"It's not me who blows it. There's no other good craftsman like me here. No matter what hairstyle, I can cut it clearly for you."

The store manager bragged himself more and more vigorously: "Give me a reference, and make sure the cut is exactly the same..."

When he said this, Lu Yan's picture just came out.

The manager's voice stopped abruptly.

It was a shape with a strong visual impact.

Red and purple, the hair is full of volume, bangs cover the eyes, and half of the hair stands up in an extremely wild way, standing on the top of the head like a skyrocketing flame. Every strand of bizarre hair highlights the temperament of the model in the picture—Kill Matt.

Lu Yan had done this hairstyle for more than four hours, and it was dark when he went out.

I spent two cans of hairspray and got a headache from the hair dryer.

During this period, a song was constantly playing in my mind: Kill Matt, Kill Matt, Wash, Cut, Blow, Wash, Cut, Blow, Blow, Blow.

Smelling the pungent smell of hair dye, he turned on the front-facing camera of his mobile phone, took another cursory glance at the light from the tricolor pillar at the door, and still couldn't hold back from cursing in a low voice.

The picture reference turned into a real thing, and the effect on his head was far more shocking than imagined.

What is this.

What the hell is this.

Walking on the road, can't he become the coolest psycho on the street

Lu Yan and himself in the camera stared at each other for a while, then he pressed the power button to turn off the screen.

The three-color column rotates in a circle.

There is also a large speaker box next to it, and the sound flows through the old parts, passing through the piercing noise, and playing an old song.

- "Forgive me for being unruly and indulgent and loving freedom".

Halfway through the loudspeaker, the screen that had just gone dark suddenly brightened up again.

Li Zhen: Have you finished perming your head

Really hot

Didn't you say in front of Brother Tong that if you love someone, if you want to find another band, you can find another band, anyway, I won't do it.

You can really bend and stretch.

Where are you going back now? The bar is closed tonight. Brother Tong asked me to tell you that the show will be late tomorrow, so he asked you to keep your current look.

Why don't you take a selfie from a good angle and show your buddies

Lu Yan was too lazy to type, and leaned close to the phone to send a voice, and smiled angrily: "I still have to keep my shape?"

After speaking, he let go of his hand.

After thinking about it, he pressed the voice button again.

"Take a few shots," Lu Yan said, "I'm in a bad mood right now."

In the past few years, he has formed a band, and his business activities are to sing in bars.

He did completely reject Sun Tong at the backstage of the bar that day.

Whoever burns this thing is an idiot.

But people sometimes need to bow their heads to life.

Lu Yan put the mobile phone in his pocket and walked two steps, the speaker sang again: "Chasing in the wind—I can't distinguish the traces in the fog—".

He listened to the song and recalled the look in the eyes of the barbershop owner before he left the house, clearly saying: A good person, how come there is a problem with aesthetics.

This neighborhood is very close to where he lives, and it takes only ten minutes to walk there.

Being close also means that the environment is similar, with a low civilization index, unpredictable planning and construction, and not very good law and order.

The shops on the side of the road are also open for fun.

Several restaurants seem to be written: operating without a license, food hygiene is not up to standard, if you are not afraid of waste oil, you come here.

The Internet cafes almost didn't hang a sign saying that they were black Internet cafes.

Of course, there are honors. Last year, it was just selected as the 2018 MLM key rectification area - the first rule of survival in Xiamen City. When you encounter people in the lower urban area, you have to go around. Eight out of ten are not good people.

Whatever you want.

As soon as Lu Yan walked through the restaurant street and walked near the gate of the community, he saw two people sitting side by side under the streetlight five meters away.

It was getting dark, and the street lamps stretched the shadows of the two people very long.

One of them patted the other on the shoulder.

"Brother, I know, it's not easy to raise a child alone. I also divorced my wife, and the child belongs to me. Life is a bit hard, but we are men, and we have to bear the responsibility. Every time we go home, we see the child The way I fell asleep, I felt—just one word, it’s worth it! This bit of suffering is worth it... "

The other said in a low mood: "Brother, that's two words."

"It doesn't matter if it's one word or two words, in short, I understand you. I know how you feel now. I used to feel as bad as you. "

The person who spoke was wearing a gray work suit. I don't know if it was the color of the clothes themselves, or they had been worn for a long time. He looked ordinary, with a scar on his face that stretched from the corner of the eye to the back of the ear.

Lu Yan paused.

Then he took a few steps forward, squatting quietly behind the two of them.

Like a ghost.

Those two people spoke with great concentration, but they didn't notice anything unusual.

When Scar finished speaking, the depressed person nodded desperately, as if he had found a confidant, and said with a foreign accent: "Yes, it's really uncomfortable. She left as soon as she said, and didn't even consider my feelings. The child is Do I have a silver one!"

When the other party finished complaining, Scar narrowed his eyes, changed the subject, and said: "But now that I'm standing up, I will tell you with all my heart that the most important thing for a man is to succeed in his career. I have a business on hand now. You only need to invest this amount…”

Dao Scar had just stretched out his five fingers, but a force came from behind him, forcefully pushing his five fingers back!

"Who! What dog, you're courting death!" Scar shouted, turning his head to look back.

Apart from the extremely exaggerated hairstyle, the face under the colorful and non-mainstream hairstyle is very familiar to him - the man's eyes are narrow and long, the double eyelids are deep together, the tails of the eyes are raised, and the eyes are very sharp. Where does evil come from. When that face is silent and expressionless, it has a feeling of "I'm going to hit someone".

"Lu Yan?!"

"It's me," Lu Yan greeted him with a smile, but the strength in his hands remained undiminished, "Brother Dao, I haven't seen you in a few months, and your body is recovering from your injuries? Look at you, you are very energetic, what did you trick others into buying last time?" Dragon and Tiger Pill, what is it this time? Come on, I will also make a fortune."

As soon as this sentence came out, how could the foreign accent next to him not know that he almost fell into the trap.

Lu Yan looked at him: "You're not from here, new here?"

"I, I'm from Qingcheng, my hometown, come here to work..."

"Qingcheng, a good place," Lu Yan said as he wanted to smoke again, lowered his head to touch his pocket, and looked up to see that the man was still standing in front of him, "What are you doing, run away."

Only then did the man come to his senses, he stood up on both hands and feet and ran across the road.

Scar's eyes were red with anxiety: "Hey brother, come back... Lu Yan, let the fuck go!"

After the people ran away, Lu Yan let go of his strength.

Dao Scar's fingers were pinched hard, and he couldn't move for a while. Lu Yan patted his palm as if nothing had happened, gave a high five with a "snap", and threw the smoke he had just drawn out to Dao Scar again. Scar put it in his hand: "Brother Dao, would you like a cigarette?"

Scar really has a big grass in his heart.

When you come up, you stick your fingers.

After pouting, Qing Piao Piao gives a high-five and still smokes. Is this something a human can do? It's embarrassing.

"Blocking people's money is like killing your parents. If you don't sing your songs well, you will disturb my situation again and again. I will tell you that I will never finish with you."

Scar was so angry that his voice started to tremble, but he still took the cigarette, bit it in his mouth, stood up from the roadside steps, rubbed his fingers while talking and turned around, only to find that the face blocking his money was written The person who said "I want to hit someone" was already thirty meters away from him.

His voice trembled more and more, and he shook the cigarette out of his mouth: "Are you still running!? Don't run if you have something to provoke!!"

Lu Yan was carrying a guitar bag, and the street light was shining directly on his head. The red-purple flame that stood at least 20 centimeters high was illuminated by the strong light, and every strand of hair was illuminated.

He raised his hand high, and a few fingers fluttered back and forth in the air twice: "Brother Dao is gone. I have something to do today, and I will catch up with you next time."

Scar cursed for a while, threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped on it, and chased after him.

But his two legs may not be able to take two steps as wide as the one in front of him. The difference in hardware between the two is too great. Scar chased him for half a street and couldn't move anymore. Thinking that it wouldn't be good for him to make a fuss, he stopped and put his hands on his hips and panted, "What the hell, get out of here!"

Lu Yan then slowed down and turned right at the intersection.

Not far ahead is the seventh district, referred to as the seventh district.

The name of this area is quite random, and the names of the neighborhoods are named directly in order, but it is a bit far-fetched to call it a community now—Xiajing City has developed into a new first-tier city, and this area looks like a slum. The lower urban area is really detrimental to the image, so a policy was introduced a few years ago to encourage private companies to acquire and develop.

The Seventh District has almost been demolished, and the surroundings are full of ruins, and countless "graves" have been piled up with concrete and reinforced soil.

However, in such a messy and desolate place that has almost been razed to the ground, there is a... no, half a building stands there abruptly.

On the side it reads:

— Unit 3, No. 6.

The author has something to say: Note: The lyrics come from Beyond "Broad Sea and Sky".

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