"Walk."
Lu Yan didn't continue to watch the news about the fugitive buying orange juice, and got off the plane directly.
The two walked out for a while.
Lu Yan still couldn't help complaining: "The computer in your Internet cafe is too fucking broken."
Xiao Heng agreed: "Ten units can die in one night."
Lu Yan: "Have you considered updating the equipment to improve the gaming experience of netizens?"
Xiao Heng: "I'm the boss?"
The Hei Internet Cafe is only three streets away from District 7. After District 7 was demolished, it was also affected a lot, and many restaurants chose to close. A place that was not considered prosperous before now looks even more depressed.
Sinkholes everywhere, and overflowing garbage.
Lu Yan has long been used to the environment in District 7. Four years ago, he got off the train with his piano on his back, and this was the first meal he ate here.
Haven't been in for a while and the store is still open.
Lu Yan rarely thinks about what happened four years ago.
He didn't think about it anymore, and habitually stopped thinking here.
Xiao Heng chatted and found that the person next to him slowed down: "Walk so slowly..."
He was halfway through the conversation when he noticed that Lu Yan was visiting a noodle shop.
"you want to eat?"
"Eat," Lu Yan came back to his senses and said, "I've brought you so many meals, you have to be a bit conscientious, please treat yourself to this meal."
Lu Yan pushed the door open and went in.
The noodle shop is very small, with only four tables, and there are not many types on the menu.
The shop owner is about sixty years old, everyone calls her Grandma Li.
Grandma Li had just cleaned up a table, and she greeted with a dishcloth in a local accent that Lu Yan didn't really understand: "Come on."
Lu Yan said, "Here we come."
Grandma Li knew him: "It's still the same? A bowl of fried noodles?"
"Two bowls." Lu Yan helped push in the freshly cleaned table and chairs, "... I brought a friend."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, the 'friend' opened the door and came in.
Lu Yan pointed to Xiao Heng and said to Grandma Li: "He pays."
Xiao Heng stood at the door, feeling amused: "... I agree?"
Although Xiao Heng works nearby, he doesn't have a chance to go out to eat. He can't leave the Internet cafe, so he can only eat takeaway.
He heard Grandma Li chatting with Lu Yan: "Young man, I haven't seen you for a long time, are you still practicing the piano?"
Lu Yan said: "Practice."
"Oh," Grandma Li smiled, "It's pretty good."
There is nothing special about this chow mein, it looks ordinary, with two vegetables and a few pieces of meat on top.
However, when Xiao Heng took a chopstick, half of the meat on the surface of his bowl was lost, and the amount of meat in Lu Yan's bowl on the opposite side was so much that it covered the bottom of the noodles.
"you are a dog?"
Xiao Heng said again: "Do you want face?"
It wasn't the first day that Lu Yan was shameless. He stopped Xiao Heng's chopsticks and said, "Eat well, don't touch my face with your chopsticks."
Xiao Heng will be a ghost if he listens to him.
He sneered: "Who moved the chopsticks first?"
"I didn't move, which eye of yours saw me move."
When the two were fighting over a few pieces of meat, the store door was pushed open again.
Two young guys walked in with their hands in their pockets: "Grandma, here are two bowls of noodles!"
The two probably just came out of another Internet cafe, and they were still talking about the game just now. One of them dragged the plastic chair out and said, "I'll go, the game experience is very bad, what kind of teammate is that?" , hit what—"
The tone of the word "what" changed sharply, and became "magic".
In the next second, the man's eyes widened, and for a long time, he shouted four words: "The Demon King Band!"
Lu Yan, the lead singer of Demon King Band who was fighting with Xiao Heng with chopsticks: "..."
Although the nickname of the Devil King Band sounds silly.
But once the name is separated from a specific environment, such as a band performance, or an air-raid shelter rehearsal, bragging about who is better with other bands, in real life... it is really secondary.
Their band's reputation is considered the loudest among underground bands.
In the past four years, I have devoted myself to making music, releasing many songs, and performing frequently. As long as anyone who is in contact with the field of underground rock, almost no one does not know this V group that sings "It doesn't matter if you keep falling".
But Lu Yan still didn't expect to meet fans when he came out for a meal.
Still a fanatical male fan.
"I am your fan!"
"I like every album you release very much. I also went to the live show for the third anniversary last year. I was at the front! Very close to you! The one who threw clothes on the stage was me!"
"I really like you all, you, Daming, Brother Zhen and Brother Xu."
Lu Yan was a little embarrassed at first, and whoever was sitting in the noodle restaurant would be at a loss when someone suddenly confessed his passion, but the phrase "throwing clothes" is very funny, but when the words "Da Ming" and "Brother Xu" come out, Lu Yan Nobu's grip on the chopsticks suddenly loosened.
"But I heard that you disbanded," the male fan said in a low tone, "...the bar where you sang before changed a band, and there was no news after that. Everyone said that the Demon King band disbanded."
If it had been some time ago, Lu Yan might have told him that they hadn't disbanded.
Just wait, I'll be right back.
But how long
He himself does not know.
He hasn't sung on stage for a month.
In the end, the male fan was stunned and asked Grandma Li for a pen and asked if he could sign his name.
Lu Yan hesitated for a while, and signed a letter V on his clothes.
After eating, Xiao Heng paid the bill.
The two walked towards District Seven.
"You still have fans?"
When the fanatical male fans rushed to their table, not only Lu Yan was taken aback, but Xiao Heng was also surprised. He said, "The third anniversary performance... tsk, can there be a concert, a venue with dozens of people?"
"three hundred."
Lu Yan said: "Who do you look down on? Three hundred tickets are sold out in seconds. At that time, I was so powerful in the lower city—"
If you want to talk about the past of the band, Lu Yan can talk about it for three days without repetition.
Lu Yan thought that Xiao Heng was going to laugh at him again, but Xiao Heng handed him a cigarette: "Smoking."
Lu Yan took it.
Xiao Heng asked again: "Your band, the two people who are missing have not been recruited yet?"
He knew before that Lu Yan played in a band, and he also knew that two members of his band had left.
But knowing it is totally different from feeling it.
For the first time, he was so close to Lu Yan, a "band" that lacked two people.
"I didn't find a suitable one. Didn't I fall in love with one in your school before, but I didn't have the will." Lu Yan still felt very sorry when he thought of the yellow T-shirt.
"..."
Xiao Heng: "Do you still dare to mention the school?"
Lu Yan: "Why, do you want to settle the old score?"
Lu Yan was smoking, feeling that he and Xiao Heng were equally miserable.
The band he used to rock downtown broke up.
The young master next to him was confused as a black Internet cafe network administrator.
…
However, Lu Yan felt uncomfortable for only a short while. He was always used to looking forward: "It's okay, if you can't find it, just keep looking."
When the topic of the conversation mentioned school, Lu Yan said again: "You still have classes at school, why don't you go?"
Going forward is the eye-catching large ruins in the seventh district.
In the lingering smoke, Xiao Heng didn't speak.
After Lu Yan went back to the house to take a shower, he heard Viagra calling him downstairs.
"Delay!"
"Are you at home?" Viagra came back from the loan company. He was riding a motorcycle, and the motorcycle brought a whirlwind of sand on the ground, barely stopping the car downstairs.
Lu Yan opened the window and said to Viagra, "No drinking."
Viagra: "..."
"Who told you to drink," Viagra shouted, "Wait for me to stop the car, I have something to tell you, big thing!"
Lu Yan had no idea what Viagra was going to tell him.
He just felt that something was wrong in the building.
Normally, everyone didn't have time to rest after work, but today the whole building was extremely noisy, and there were footsteps coming and going back and forth in the corridors.
When Lu Yan opened the door for Viagra, he guessed: "The person who demolished the company is here again?"
However, after Viagra entered the door, there was only one sentence, and he went straight to the point: "Brother Yan, are you willing to support brother's dream?"
Lu Yan: "?"
Viagra pulled a chair and sat down, and said in a sad tone retrospectively: "You also know that when I failed the police academy, it was a—"
Lu Yan took the words: "It was a sunny eighteen-year-old summer."
The fact that Viagra wanted to enter the police academy when he was young basically everyone in the building knew.
However, it was not the material, so he failed the ranking.
In Viagra’s own words, doing lending business now is to use another way to maintain social order and peace.
"Yes," Viagra continued, "Go! Let's go to Trust-Mart now!"
The words went too fast, Lu Yan couldn't understand: "What are you doing in the supermarket?"
"Did you see the fugitive who bought the orange juice?"
"If you have nothing to do, you should pay more attention to the real-time news. The fugitive just bought two bottles of orange juice at Trust-Mart! It's right next to us!"
"..."
Lu Yan: "Brother, no matter what you want to do, I support you mentally, but I think this matter..." It's better not to get into troubled waters, it's out of the question.
Before Lu Yan finished speaking, Viagra turned on his phone and found today's latest news video for him to watch: "Brother Yan, take a look!"
This news video is the one Lu Yan saw in the Internet cafe.
He was about to throw Viagra out, and his eyes fell on the screen of his mobile phone. He didn't finish the news at the time. At the end of the news, the hostess said solemnly and solemnly: "—here, the police issued an emergency reward order, and the reward amount is 100,000 yuan, I hope that the general public will actively provide more clues to help us bring Wang to justice."
The Viagra police dream revived: "Fate can stop me once, but not the second time. The people need me."
Lu Yan didn't listen to what Viagra had to say at all.
His mind is full of one hundred thousand.
One hundred thousand yuan.
One followed by five zeros.
Lu Yan put his hand on Viagra's shoulder to push him out, but suddenly turned his hand and hooked Viagra's neck: "Brother, I think people should have dreams."
"Brother, do you have any plans?"
Viagra said: "I plan to form a team. I have already chosen the name. Let's call it Team 63, which represents our No. 6, Unit 3."
So Xiao Heng lived in this building for the first month.
His neighbor knocked on the door and asked if he wanted to help justice.