The young man was not as crazy as the few people around him, he played the guitar very coldly, his eyes were lowered, and the god-like lights gathered on him made him extremely dazzling.
In the last few seconds of the video, the guitarist seemed to hear the shouts from the audience, and turned his head slightly towards the camera.
So the light gradually drew the boy's eyebrows.
That look was a bit indescribably evil, and the light vaguely outlined the slender and sharp eyebrows.
As unbelievable as that fact may be, there was no doubting the presence of this radiant, guitar-slinging, fast-playing man on stage.
It's Lu Yan.
The video playback ended in less than thirteen seconds.
Lu Yan's fingers on the edge of the table curled up unconsciously, and those curled fingers grasped the draft paper pressed underneath.
He didn't know how this video was on the computer. In an instant, all thoughts and perceptions faded back, his mind was empty, and at the same time, it seemed that there were countless threads entangled together, leaving only the picture just now being replayed continuously .
For a while, no one spoke.
Until he heard a "click" of a lighter.
Xiao Heng stared at the "unknown file" for a while, unconsciously pressed the lighter with his fingertips, and asked, "You?"
Lu Yan gradually came back to his senses, but his mind was still in a mess, so he blurted out: "My brother."
"..."
Xiao Heng said 'Oh': "Your brother plays the guitar well."
Not only is it good.
Even though Xiao Heng is not proficient in guitar, he can tell the good from the bad.
Zhai Zhuangzhi specially spent money to hire a guitar teacher. It is said that he graduated from a conservatory of music. In short, his resume is quite good. After taking a few lessons, he felt that he was very good, so he had to drag him and Qiu Shaofeng over to watch him show off his piano skills.
Xiao Heng remembered that he was lying on the sofa in the corner, picked up a guitar book from the side and covered his face with the intention of going to sleep. The level is much better than the slap he heard before falling asleep with the book covered that day.
Lu Yan suddenly let go of his hand, put one foot on the ground, leaned over, and moved the mouse to the 'cross' point, trying to turn off the player: "I also think my brother is awesome."
However, I don't know whether it's the poor position or the mouse's response is not sensitive enough. Lu Yan couldn't control the mouse at all, and the cutting head wandered around the '×', and he couldn't click on it after a few clicks.
"Stupid son, do you know how to use a computer?" Xiao Heng's sarcastic words echoed in his ears.
Lu Yan temporarily stopped thinking in his chaotic mind, ushering in a moment of "leisure". This kind of leisure comes from the fact that he doesn't have to think about anything else now, just scolding back.
"Fuck." Lu Yan almost threw the mouse at Xiao Heng's face.
He also emphasized: "This computer still belongs to me!"
Lu Yan finished speaking.
next second—
Xiao Heng's hand came up.
Xiao Heng let go of the hand holding the lighter, and put it on the back of Lu Yan's hand.
The moment he covered it, he found that Lu Yan's hands were not only cold, but also trembling inaudibly.
Xiao Heng didn't say anything unnecessary, just moved the mouse lightly twice with his hand, Lu Yan felt a force gently pressing on him, and then the clipper on the screen stabilized, and just clicked on the "fork" .
The man's rough and warm fingertips were lightly stuck on the first joint of his index finger.
Mouse sound.
The computer screen switches back to the desktop.
However, after turning off the video, the picture in the video still slowly emerged in front of my eyes.
A normal person would not believe the nonsense that it was his brother, and the excuse was too bad.
Lu Yan took a deep breath.
Of course Xiao Heng would not believe such nonsense.
His neighbor bought such an expensive violin.
Can write songs, but the guitar is rotten like that.
The strength is as small as a little girl.
…
Xiao Heng took a last glance at Lu Yan's wrist seemingly unintentionally, and from this angle, he could just see a horn protruding from the black tattoo on the inside of his wrist.
"I wanted to say it before," Xiao Heng let go of his hand, leaned back as if nothing had happened, and said in the same tone as usual, "Your desk can It cannot be exchanged."
Lu Yan's computer desktop is a photo of their band. It is not accurate to say that the band is actually standing in the middle, and it is very close to the camera, and the other members are squeezed in the corner, weak, blurred and pitiful.
The screen was basically occupied by Lu Yan.
Every time Xiao Heng closes the page and exits, he can see Lu Yan squatting on the speaker with a rose in his mouth, looking at him evilly: "..."
The topic changed.
Lu Yan wasn't ready to face the roaring past, he breathed a sigh of relief, never felt that Xiao Heng's sarcasm made people feel so comfortable: "I think he's handsome, can't .”
"This video..." After a while, Lu Yan said again, "Where did it come from? Can you find it out?"
"Yes, you want to check?"
Lu Yan was sure that he would not save... a video from four years ago in his computer.
Lu Yan let out an 'hmm'.
Xiao Heng stood up straight, put one hand on the keyboard, and called out the information of this unknown file in two or three times.
"The source of the file is in the attachment of the mailbox." Xiao Heng slid the scroll wheel carelessly, picking out the source from a pile of information, "It may be accidentally downloaded by mistake, or you have checked the function of automatic download and storage before."
Xiao Heng swiped down further, and found that the mailbox was one of the junk software he had just deleted.
It was a convenient mailbox that was popular a few years ago, but it has gradually faded out of the market due to too many viruses and bugs, and judging from the time of use, Lu Yan has not used it for several years.
Xiao Heng rowed to the end and found a string of email accounts. He went to grab the pen and paper that Lu Yan had just used for scribbling, copied down the string of English and numbers, and finally put the cap on the pen and said, "This is the sending mail." people."
dap1234567.
Xiao Heng didn't say any more, but before turning off the computer and leaving, he patted the top of his head with his hands: "Son, let's go."
"..."
Lu Yan said, "Get lost."
After Xiao Heng left, the room was empty.
Lu Yan first smoked a cigarette, lit the cigarette and threw the lighter on the table, then picked up the piece of paper, looked at the English letters through the smoke, and finally connected it with an immature face Together.
It was a boy in the third grade of junior high school who always ran behind his ass when he first started playing in the band.
That kid is very talented, especially after Lu Yan taught him the guitar, his skills have improved by leaps and bounds.
There seemed to be a boy's hoarse voice in the stage of changing voice, chasing after him endlessly, saying, "I heard that you are the best player on this guitar."
"One day I'll play better than you!"
"I didn't get more than 60 points in math and English this time, but poor grades are also good... My mother didn't want me to study this, but she figured it out. As long as I can be admitted to university in the future, what university is not a university. Etc. I am admitted to the Conservatory of Music, and I will come to you again at that time, and you will have a serious competition with me!"
Lu Yan lay on the bed and closed his eyes.
It became black in front of my eyes, but the faces still emerged very clearly, the short lead singer, the bass player, the keyboard player...
That was the first band he officially joined.
He still remembered the name, which was quite naive, called Black Heart.
Although I joined two bands before high school, the campus band formed by students never lasted long, and disbanded after less than half a year. It is not quite correct to say that it was disbanded. In fact, there was no concept of "disbandment" at that time, but everyone gradually stopped going to rehearsals, and rehearsals were always short of people.
After high school, playing in a band became more formal, and I started to perform in bars to earn living expenses.
What was he like back then
Lu Yan remembered that he slept in the grocery room of the bar on weekends and holidays, listening to a song repeatedly, especially the line in it: just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
(I gotta get out, I gotta get out of this place)
After thinking about it, Lu Yan felt a little sleepy, but the last scene that popped up in his mind was a dark KTV room.
A row of wine bottles was scattered across the table.
"What the hell is he playing a broken guitar and thinking he's—"
Thinking of this, Lu Yan suddenly opened his eyes, feeling completely drowsy.
Time seemed extremely slow in this dark and silent night. Lu Yan lay down for more than half an hour, and finally raised his hand to reach for the cell phone next to his pillow.
After browsing the webpage for a while, he clicked on Weichat, hesitated for a while, and finally clicked on the black profile picture.
Lu Yan looked at the blackness, and pointed his fingers into the input field.
But think about it and there is nothing to post.
He repeatedly entered the input interface, and after a few minutes, Xiao Heng's message came first.
[Xiao Heng]:
[Xiao Heng]: [/Picture]
What Xiao Heng sent was a screenshot, on which there was a prompt [typing... ] next to the word Gouzi.
[Xiao Heng]: Lost for a long time, are you writing a composition
For a moment, Lu Yan didn't know whether to focus on the note of "dog son", or ask why you clicked the dialog box if you have nothing to do. Obviously there is no way to ask the latter sentence... Didn't I also stare at Xiao Heng's chat box for a long time.
Lu Yan hasn't decided what to reply yet.
Say I'm idle and bored
I'm slippery
Just as Lu Yan was thinking, the mobile phone in his hand vibrated twice, and Xiao Heng's voice call came over.
"Still sleeping?" Xiao Heng's voice was originally lazy, but now he was probably lying on the bed, and it sounded even hoarse, coming out through the earpiece, as if speaking close to his ear.
However, he went on to say: "What composition did you write... my dear father?"
Lu Yan: "..."
This voice is in vain.
After a while of silence, the two started chatting one after another.
Lu Yan asked, "What's your note?"
Xiao Heng: "Don't like it?"
Lu Yan only had one thing to say: "...I'll change it for you."
Xiao Heng: "What to change."
Lu Yan: "Change it to Brother Yan."
"Yan dog?"
"Brother Yan! Fuck!"
Xiao Heng laughed.
The voice coming from the phone is different from the usual face-to-face conversation.
too close.
Although separated by two walls and an aisle, it never felt so close. All senses were infinitely magnified by the whispering voice close to the ear.
Lu Yan could even clearly perceive how every sound came from between Xiao Heng's lips and teeth when he spoke, and he also heard the slightly elongated ending sound. The man's tone has always been lazy, sinking with the dark night.
At the end of the chat, neither of them spoke again.
No one offered to hang up either.
…
The minutes of the call passed by.
Lu Yan was lying on the bed, in front of him was a room with no lights on, and next to his ears was the sound of Xiao Heng's lingering breathing.
The author has something to say: dap: I finally have... three letters.
Note: The song is Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody