Not long after Lu Yan went upstairs, someone knocked on the door.
"Brother Yan, brother Yan, are you at home!"
"elder brother!"
"Brother, take care of me!"
He was changing clothes, with his hands on the belt, the zipper of his jeans was half unzipped, and he pulled it back again: "Zhang Xiaohui, what's the matter with you."
The boy who was going to keep knocking on the door saw that the door opened, but he didn't have time to take it away.
The boy was quite young, only seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a pair of broken flip flops. Even though the glue had come off, he was still able to wear them freely. He scratched his head and folded the insides like tofu "That's it. There was a meeting in the building today. Aunt Zhang brought it back from the hospital. The old man is kind. You will not be at the meeting. You may have to come to demolish the company tomorrow... I'll go, your hairstyle!"
He said thumbs up: "It's really cool."
What Zhang Xiaohui said was right, although this hairstyle is indeed inhuman, the soaring broom can put a new level of ugly on anyone's head. But Lu Yan is not an ordinary person.
He still remembers that when he first moved into this building two years ago, when the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching, he prepared a few boxes of mooncakes and sent them to the neighbors. He knocked on the door of 602 and saw them. Lu Yan was a little silly at the first glance: long hair, brow nails, a row of earrings, and a very different and rebellious sharp feeling on his body.
Then the long-haired man narrowed his eyes to look at him, and exhaled a puff of smoke: "New here?"
The puff of smoke made him forget what he was here for.
Now the man's long hair has turned into a beautifully colored broom head.
Zhang Xiaohui said again: "Brother Yan, are you playing Kuaishou?"
Lu Yan's forehead jumped suddenly.
Zhang Xiaohui knew that it was not easy for everyone to come out to make a living, so he encouraged him: "Recently, it is very popular to bury loved ones. You are talented and good-looking, you will definitely stand out, and you will soon be the king."
"Xiao Hui," Lu Yan looked at him for a while, then hooked his hands at him, "Come here."
Zhang Xiaohui felt vaguely dangerous: "I, uh, I suddenly remembered that I still have something to do."
"Do you have any brains?" Lu Yan curled his knuckles and flicked Zhang Xiaohui's forehead, neither light nor heavy, "Could I have the temperament of playing fast?"
Zhang Xiaohui covered his head: "No, no, no, I made a mistake with Brother Yan."
Lu Yan made a gesture to play again, and waited for Zhang Xiaohui to close his eyes, then opened his hand and put it lightly on his shoulder: "Okay, thank you for running, I will be here basically tomorrow, if they dare to come—"
Zhang Xiaohui guessed what Lu Yan was going to say in the second half of the sentence. After eight sentences in his mind, he still couldn't guess.
Lu Yan said: "... I will fuck them."
The relationship between the neighbors in this building is peculiar. Everyone is a tenant who prepaid the next year's rent in advance. Then it was suddenly announced that the community was bought by a big company and would be turned into a factory, but the landlord ran away with the rent and compensation without saying a word. .
It was originally just about the rent, but the person sent by the big company to discuss the matter had a very bad attitude. He did it without saying a word, and pushed Aunt Zhang, who lived on the first floor, onto the ground and into the hospital.
Liang Zi ended up like this.
If it is more difficult to compete, this group of people who live in low-cost rental housing all year round have never lost.
The performance originally scheduled for the evening was postponed until tomorrow, and Lu Yan's plan to go to the bar before returning with a guitar bag was disrupted. He was lying on the bed and was going to sleep, but he had to keep a distance from the bed board in order not to touch that hairstyle, so he slept all night aggrieved like this.
next morning.
Unlike other places, after the demolition of District 7, there are no restaurants nearby. Even in the morning, mobile stalls selling breakfast did not come here to develop business. The entire Seventh District looked like no man's land.
Lu Yan slept early and woke up early. Before six o'clock, he got up to make instant noodles, filled the kettle with water, and leaned against the stove while the water boiled. Suddenly, he thought of a certain melody. Tapping on the tiles.
With the other hand, he pushed open the window beside him.
Although the environment is not good, especially in their community. But from his current position, he could just see the sun rising from the horizon, and the light dyed half of the sky a transparent red.
Lu Yan looked at it for a while, then turned his eyes back. It was still the same downtown area, and the ruins were still the same pile of ruins... A car crashed into his eyes.
A silver-gray sports car was parked in front of the dismantled arch at the gate of District Seven. It had been refitted, and the rear of the car was changed to be aggressive. It looked as if it could drive into the sky.
This is a car that is unlikely to appear here. Except for the small electric donkeys that are rampant on the nearby roads, they are second-hand cars. The whole car reveals the words 'out of place' from the headlights to the rear of the car.
What did Zhang Xiaohui say yesterday
— “The people who demolished the company may come again tomorrow.”
It's early enough, Lu Yan thought.
Most of the residents in the building leave early and return late, and they have all walks of life and do everything.
At this point, the people in the building are almost gone.
Lu Yan took a last look, and made sure that this one was the only one parked here, and there was no other big forklift behind it, which could not pose a threat. Humming, he looked away, staring at the hot steam coming out of the pot, and tapped his knuckles on the cold tiles.
Lu Yan tapped on the tiles with his fingers and got inspired, his hands were itchy, so he took down the guitar from the wall.
The place where he lives is a small single room, about 20 square meters, with several pieces of furniture squeezed together in an incredible posture.
There is more space in the 20 square meters for musical instruments, a few guitars, an electronic piano that I don’t know which second-hand market I bought, and various CDs.
Lu Yan, the lead singer of the band who was heating hot water, held the guitar, plugged it in, and strummed the strings from top to bottom.
Then I swept it a second time in accordance with the tune hummed in my mouth.
He didn't notice that the flying car downstairs turned off, and the door opened half a minute later.
Get out of the car alone.
The man was wearing a watch on his wrist, and he was wearing a well-crafted black shirt with ring diamonds inlaid on the hollow plate, and the cuffs of the shirt were casually folded up a few times, revealing half of his wrist. There was an unknown stain on the folded sleeve, a small off-white spot, which was clearly set off by black.
"Boss, you really want to go in," the window lowered, and a head emerged from the driver's seat. The owner of the head was dyed with eye-catching red hair. The red hair looked left and right, and sighed, "I It's the first time I've come back to this area, is this a place where people live, it's a dangerous building, it looks like it's about to collapse."
In front of it is a half arch, broken.
The gatekeeper's hall has been demolished.
The road under my feet is not even a few steps.
In short, everywhere is broken.
…
The one who got out of the car just glanced at the surrounding environment, not as exaggerated as the red hair, he was not even emotional.
But it doesn't look too good. Because he took out a pack of cigarettes, lowered his head, and took one out with his mouth, but it was obvious that this irritability had nothing to do with the pile of ruins in front of him.
"Fire." Xiao Heng bit his cigarette and said.
The red hair understood instantly, immediately took out the lighter, lit it with a click, and held it out from the car window with both hands: "Here it is!"
Xiao Heng bent over and lit the cigarette.
Smoke curled up in front of the redhead.
After the redhead lit the cigarette for someone, he threw the lighter on the passenger seat, and went to hold the steering wheel with both hands. He touched it back and forth a few times like touching a woman: "Your car is really good, the ultimate for men. Dream, damn it's so cool to drive! Boss, can I drive two more laps around here?"
"Zhai Zhuangzhi."
The red-haired man who was caught off guard when he heard his name said, "Huh?"
Xiao Heng said again: "Get lost."
Zhai Zhuangzhi: "..."
"Go and find out if there is a supermarket nearby," Xiao Heng walked out two steps, smoking a cigarette, and added, "Then buy a can of desensitized milk powder and come back."
"Brother, don't half-talk." Zhai Zhuangzhi patted his chest.
Xiao Heng walked downstairs to the half of the building. I don't know what the structure of this building is. It seems that someone had fought at the door, and the whole door was crooked, and it opened with a push.
He spread his hand, and in his palm was a note, which read: Unit 3, No. 6, Harmony Community, Room 601.
"Boss, what did you say about milk powder?" Zhai Zhuangzhi drove 500 meters away and called Xiao Heng again, "Tommy? Is it a foreign brand?"
"Desensitized milk powder, Min who is allergic." Xiao Heng extinguished most of the remaining cigarette.
"I'll go," Zhai Zhuangzhi stepped on the gas pedal, "The little one will be allergic to ordinary milk powder. How could I have thought that there are so many things about milk powder. You have only taken that child for a few days, and you know so much..."
Xiao Heng hung up the phone.
Zhai Zhuangzhi's bluffing voice disappeared in his ears, but the world did not become quiet because of this, because at the same time, a piano sound came down from upstairs. The distortion effect sounded very intense, with strong penetrating power, vividly The air splits in two.
electric guitar.
It's just that the strength doesn't match the hardware at all, and the playing is stuttering, which can be called a magic sound, with noise in the middle, and dull wrong sounds when the fingers are not pressed firmly... If there are grades for playing guitar, now in This person may not even be eligible for selection.
It was played too badly.
The narrow corridors are full of small advertisements, as well as graffiti sprayed indiscriminately with red spray paint. The vulgarity unique to the lower city rushes out silently from the cracks in the wall.
What also rushed out was the sound of the piano that was becoming more and more lethal.
Xiao Heng walked to the sixth floor, and the sound of the piano, which had reached a new level, was too close to him, separated from him only by a wall that didn't seem to exist.
Immediately afterwards, the sound of the piano turned into a string tapping, probably to show off his skills, but he didn't show off at all.
"..."
The sound of the piano stopped for two beats, and Xiao Heng heard a few humming sounds that were not very clear in the staggered gap.
male voice.
The timbre is not bad, and the singing is accurate, much better than the guitar.
After playing the last note, Lu Yan closed his eyes intoxicated, feeling the lingering sound, and opened it after three seconds.
He flicked his left wrist lightly, changed a few notes on the handwritten score, then hung up the guitar, poured boiling water into the bucket of instant noodles, and pressed the bowl with his hand.
He looked at the score that had been changed beyond recognition for a while, and planned to name it, so he took a pen and wrote two words on the top: Flying.
It doesn't feel right.
cross out.
He wrote again: Fly, boy.
...
Not too good, are you kidding me
Draw.
After four or five strokes in succession, there were only three bold and random characters on the top: I didn't think about it.
He took a picture of the paper and sent it to Li Zhenfa.
To prevent Li Zhen from being able to see it immediately, Lu Yan found more than a dozen emojis in the emoji collection column and sent them together. This kind of harassment is really handy.
"Lu Yan! Your uncle!" Li Zhen's call came quickly.
Lu Yan said: "Don't always greet my uncle, my uncle is very good, he is in good health, eats well and sleeps soundly."
"..." Li Zhen broke down, "What time is it, I'm sleeping, let you wake me up!"
"Have you seen the new song?"
Li Zhen was overwhelmed and curious: "Wait a minute, I'll watch it now."
It's okay if you don't look at it, but it's even more broken when you look at it.
"What the hell, what are you writing... How many times have I told you that no one can understand you when you write like this, can we write well? Damn it, let me take a look, I'll fuck it I can see the name clearly!" Li Zhen's voice became louder and louder, and he could sing high notes if he worked hard, "I haven't thought about the name yet!"
Lu Yan rubbed his neck: "I don't understand, so let me play it for you?"
There was deathly silence on Li Zhen's end.
To be honest, Lu Yan's level of songwriting is very good, hardworking and talented, he is definitely the third type - the one who is hardworking and talented. As the lead singer, the singing is not bad. It is not for nothing that their band can dominate in this area, and people give it the nickname 'The Devil's Band'. It's just that every time Lu Yan sends some incomprehensible drafts, the drafts are so drafts that you can't understand them unless you listen to him play... But he plays the piano, it's really ugly.
Li Zhen was completely awake, without any sleepiness.
"I didn't wake up just now," Li Zhen explained, "Yan'er, I think your sheet music looks complicated, but it's not. It's because I didn't pay attention to it just now."
Lu Yan: "Then feel it again."
Li Zhen: "Okay, I'll feel the feeling again."
After putting down the phone, Lu Yan folded the paper and pasted it on the refrigerator, and was about to open the instant noodles, when he suddenly remembered that he had borrowed the bowl of instant noodles from the neighbor a few days ago.
The one next door was a single woman with long hair, and within half a year after moving here, Lu Yan didn't even know her name. Women usually don't talk much, they don't know when to go out during the day, and they come back later than him at night, so they basically can't touch her.
Lu Yan planned to return the bowl first, so as not to forget about it when he turned his head, he picked a few oranges from the fruit plate and put them in the bowl before going out, and then opened the door—
In their broken building.
In the narrow corridor on the sixth floor.
At this point, at this time, there is a very suspicious man standing.
The author has something to say: Lu Yan is a victim!