Lu Yan wanted to say, if you are chatting, just chat and don't bring attacks.
He remembered that.
composer software.
Xiao Heng rested his arms on the edge of the low wall, holding a cigarette with his fingers and hanging it in the sky above the six-story building. The cigarette was ignited at a little bit, and the ash fell down.
The wind blows.
"Just that kind of thing," Xiao Heng said, "I can write ten in one night."
When Xiao Heng said this, there was no special tone, but he still carried his unique sloppiness and arrogance.
"Awesome," Lu Yan said, "You're a programming genius."
Xiao Heng laughed: "Fart."
Xiao Heng said again: "It's been a long time since I played."
That cigarette sparkled with sporadic fireworks in the dark night.
In fact, he couldn't remember what he said when he was arguing with Xiao Qishan.
But he remembered the winding mountain road that night.
After the big fight, he drove out, and it was on that road that he called his mother.
At that time, he thought that his mother, who didn’t come home all the year round, was just like what others said, just because she was too busy at work, just because she needed to travel frequently—“Madam is busy recently, she just acquired a company a few days ago, and many things need to be handed over .”
"My wife is not in the country during this time."
He made several phone calls.
The last call was finally picked up by the woman: "What's the matter." Although the woman's voice was not warm, Xiao Heng still felt a little comfort at that time.
He parked the car on the side of the road, and the grievance that he refused to show easily came up little by little after his rage.
He wanted to say, Xiao Qishan changed my choice.
Why did he change my choice.
…
But he didn't have time to say a word, because an immature child's voice came over the phone, that voice was calling "Mom".
After living for seventeen years, he grew up under countless lies and self-comfort, and finally a needle pierced all of them.
After he broke face with Xiao Qishan.
In the coffee shop, it was the first time for a woman to talk to him so much. She said: "In this kind of family, many things cannot be chosen by you, just like I married your father and gave birth to you. And my real family, My child, my love will never see the light."
The woman lowered her head, she lowered her elegant and noble head, and said in pleading words: "Don't make trouble with your father, I beg you."
It is for this, for this senseless reason, that you were born in this world.
What is more terrifying than this cognition is: after knowing this, it seems that there is no point in doing anything.
Fingertips are slightly hot.
Xiao Heng came back to his senses and found that the cigarette had burnt to the end, burning on his fingertips.
A hand reached out and patted him on the shoulder.
Lu Yan said: "It seems that you are very uncomfortable. How about it, I will sing a song for you. It is free and no money is charged."
Xiao Heng: "You usually get paid for singing?"
Lu Yan felt that he was underestimated. Although his band is now on the verge of disbanding, it was considered brilliant in the past: "For a professional singer like me who is hard to get a ticket for a concert, can a ticket sell for three figures?"
Also concerts.
A total of three hundred tickets.
Having known each other for so long, Xiao Heng deeply knew this person's pissing nature, and he could only listen to half a sentence from Lu Yan's mouth, and the rest of the sentence was all bragging: "One hundred and nine hundred are both three-digit numbers. "
Lu Yan raised two fingers, shook them in front of him, and said, "One hundred and two."
Xiao Heng cut to the point: "Have you got your money back?"
Lu Yan wanted to scold someone: "...fuck, you have to ask so detailed?"
"Propaganda fees, venue fees and layout, equipment, labor, and miscellaneous things add up to a loss of thousands of dollars."
Lu Yan said again: "Don't laugh, why can't you ask me about my god-like live performance? Ask me how enthusiastic my three hundred fans are?"
Xiao Heng remembered the fanatical male fan he met at dinner last time. When he saw Lu Yan, he almost burst into tears. He said, "I know, why don't you still throw clothes on the stage?"
"Throwing everything," Lu Yan recalled the concert, "There are also people throwing notes on the stage, and during the interactive part, just pick up the notes and read."
"What is written on the note?" Xiao Heng asked.
Too many notes.
Confessions account for the majority.
What impressed Lu Yan most was:
—Happy 3rd Anniversary for Group V, see you on our 4th Anniversary ヾ(￣▽￣)!
It should be a little girl with such a cute emoji.
So amidst the crowd of people shouting the name of the band, he finally took the note, looked at the hands raised high, and said to Mai: "See you on the fourth anniversary."
"It's about seeing you next year." Lu Yan paused against the wall, "Maybe it's unrealistic to say that now... I'll see you again."
If Daming and Xuzi don't leave, this year will really be the fourth anniversary.
Later, when the two returned to Qingcheng, Huang Xu went to work in an auto repair shop. Once a few people chatted on the Internet and mentioned this incident again. He said: "I cried all night that night, I can't even think about it." Understand, I am a big man, why so many tears."
But in the past few years since their band was established, even in the most difficult times, Huang Xu never cried.
Lu Yan didn't understand what it meant to give up.
The word "abandon" is not in his dictionary.
But he seemed to understand at that time.
Although I can't hear what happened to Xiao Heng very clearly, I can almost guess it based on the phrase "I'm not playing anymore".
He has been a substitute for Xiao Heng, and he has also seen how the school post bar vividly said that he is the second generation of trash. Even the question that I thought after seeing the sunflowers on the phone screen of the proprietress during the day has a vague answer.
Lu Yan didn't know what to say, and couldn't say much.
In his hand was the piano that he had just brought up. After speaking, he stubbed out the cigarette, and changed the subject: "Which one do you want to hear?"
Xiao Heng glanced at him, and what came to mind was not some popular songs.
Neither.
He didn't even know the name, and he didn't remember the lyrics very much, he only remembered the voice, the voice he heard when he opened his eyes from the sofa that day.
"On the night of Two Hundred and One," Xiao Heng asked, "What's the name of the song?"
Two hundred and one nights.
Didn't you think that when you asked for the price, now that you think this line is so bad
Lu Yan thought for a while, thinking of Li Zhen's stifled and psychedelic voice, which scared him and the young master lying on the sofa that morning: "You have very unique taste, that's the drummer of our band..."
"Not that one." Xiao Heng interrupted.
Lu Yan: "?"
Xiao Heng said, "You sang."
"Ah, that song."
Lu Yan put his hands on the strings, with a strong posture, first swept the strings up and down twice, and played a tune.
Xiao Heng leaned on the side to watch.
He watched helplessly as the combination of Lu Yan's professional posture and expensive equipment finally collided with very tragic sparks.
Two words summary: Keba.
From a certain point of view, this person's piano skills have reached a level that ordinary people cannot reach.
After playing the tune, Lu Yan stopped, tapped on the body of the piano, and reminded before singing: "Remember to applaud."
"Do you want face?"
"I still have to call Brother Yan awesome!"
"...don't listen."
"I have to say that Brother Yan sings really well!"
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he put away the expression on his face, lowered his eyes and became serious. The first sentence was sung a cappella, and then the stumbling guitar was connected.
The hustle and bustle around me did not know when it gradually calmed down. Apart from Lu Yan’s voice, it was the sound of Viagra snoring. This market hero who had just appeared on TV was lying on the table holding a wine bottle. He didn’t know what he was dreaming of. Hehe laughed twice.
The opposite of Lu Yan's piano skills is his voice.
The quality of the sound played from the CD player was not very clear, and only half of the lyrics could be heard clearly. Lu Yan's penetrating voice and the endless starry sky above his head seemed to blend into one.
Xiao Heng leaned his back against the wall and heard clearly this time.
Lu Yan sang:
"Take a deep breath/Go through the night/
Never stop. "
All of a sudden, I lost my mind.
Xiao Qishan and the economics department were left behind.
Xiao Heng moved his eyes away from Lu Yan's slender fingers, and finally landed on his wrist. On the half of the wrist protruding from the sleeve, there was a black tattoo with seven horns.
The weed-like vitality in Lu Yan's body was even hotter than the cigarette that was burning on his fingertips just now.
At the end of Lu Yan's singing, he habitually closed his eyes, admiring his excellent singing skills and performance. Before he opened his eyes, he heard applause in his ears.
Then he heard the young master's usual sloppy voice saying, "You son of a dog is awesome."
"..."
"The son of a dog sings really well."
Lu Yan opened his eyes and cursed, "Fuck!"
Lu Yan was considering whether to fight this person: "Want to fight?"
Xiao Heng said it didn't matter: "Do you want to fly?"
Oh shit.
The two stared at each other for a long time, probably because they recalled the scene where Lu Yan was beaten into the air, and whoever laughed first could not stop.
Lu Yan put down the piano, walked over, put his hand on Xiao Heng's shoulder, and cursed with a smile: "Your mother."
"Although I don't know what kind of shit you are doing, but I think so!" Lu Yan moved his hand on his shoulder, stretched out a finger, pointed forward, and motioned him to look forward.
"Life is like the sun!"
Lu Yan's tone was full of sincerity, and he continued with pride and ambition: "Look at the sun! Although it has set today, it will rise tomorrow!"
Xiao Heng: "..."
Lu Yan's bowl of chicken soup seemed to be picked up from a trash can. It was barely a bowl of chicken soup.
Xiao Heng: "Thank you."
Lu Yan waved his hand: "You're welcome."
the next day.
The whole sky was covered by a gray layer of dark clouds, thick, black clouds covering the sky without any light, and the streets of the downtown area looked more depressed than usual.
"Welcome to today's news. Due to the bad influence brought by the fugitive Wang who fled in the lower city, the relevant departments have decided to strictly rectify the lower city, crack down on prostitution and crime, and establish a new look for the lower city—"
The lady proprietress was watching TV in the dessert shop, and while looking at the sky outside, she said worriedly: "Oh, the weather was fine a few days ago, why is it cloudy today, I'm afraid it will rain heavily this day."
Lu Yan was arranging goods in front of the shelves, thinking of his phrase 'life is like the sun' last night, his right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.
Due to the weather, there were no customers in the store all day.
Lu Yan sat in the store for a long time, and never would have thought that he would welcome the largest number of customers since he joined the "Sweet Honey" dessert shop - a group of urban management.
"Welcome light..."
Before the word "Lin" could be said, seven or eight city management officers with a physique comparable to Viagra pushed the door open!
The leader was holding a baton in his hand. After looking around, Qi Yu said proudly: "Your shop's business certificate, show it to me!"
The proprietress immediately went to get the certificate.
The leader tucked his baton under his arm, and pointed at Lu Yan: "You, show me your health certificate."
Health, Health, Certificate.
Lu Yan felt as if there was a thunderbolt, and he slashed himself from the top of his head.
Those who work in the catering industry have to apply for a health certificate, but no one in the lower urban area has ever checked these. It is expensive and time-consuming to obtain a certificate, so Lu Yan directly asked Zhang Xiaohui to borrow a certificate.
"There is no problem with the business certificate," the city management officer returned the certificate to the proprietress, and pointed to Lu Yan, "You, come out."
Lu Yan followed the city management out.
The two stood in front of the dessert shop, and the urban management took Lu Yan's health certificate to look at it repeatedly, and asked suspiciously, "Is this you?"
Lu Yan's expression remained unchanged: "It's me."
City management: "Your name is Zhang Xiaohui?"
Lu Yan opened his mouth and came: "This is the name my mother gave me, which means the glory of the party. I am a good citizen who abides by the law..."
The chengguan's head hurt from hearing this: "Wait a minute."
The urban management held up the health certificate with 'Zhang Xiaohui' written on it, and put it next to Lu Yan's face.
Urban management: "You, you don't even look alike. You have double eyelids. You have single eyelids in this photo."
Lu Yan's heart skipped a beat, but after all, he has been wandering in the rivers and lakes for many years.
Lu Yan said, "My double eyelids were cut."
City management: "..."
Lu Yan: "I've had plastic surgery."
The urban management said again: "That's okay, what is your ID number, I will listen to it after you recite it."
Lu Yan: "..."
Who is free to recite Zhang Xiaohui's ID number!
It was the first time that the urban management encountered such an undocumented employee who did not change his face. He was really eye-opening. He pulled out the baton under his arm, pointed behind him, and said angrily: "Let me catch another one! You also Squat in the back for me!"
Lu Yanshun looked in the direction pointed by the city management police baton - he found a row of people squatting neatly on the dark street with their heads folded, and a familiar figure was mixed among the crowd.
Xiao Heng: "..."
Lu Yan: "..."
When Lu Yan squatted in with his head in his arms and met Xiao Heng's eyes, a buzzing sound came from his ear: Look at the sun! Although it has fallen today, it will rise tomorrow!
The author has something to say: Lu Yan: Look at the sun! Although it has fallen today, it will rise tomorrow!
Xiao Heng: Damn it.