Lu Yan closed his eyes again.
The summer wind came in through the gaps in the windows, and the sound of breathing in my ears was like the wind caressing my cheeks, easily blowing away the chaotic thoughts.
Like dispelling a nightmare.
…
When Lu Yan woke up again, it was already eight o'clock in the morning.
He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, opened his eyes, and found that he hadn't had any dreams all night, neither did he dream of the sea-like reeds in Jizhou, nor did he dream that the reeds turned into black claws and attacked him.
Sleep quality was surprisingly high.
Lu Yan half-opened his eyes for a while, and was about to sit up, when his palm touched something, he looked down, and the screen of the phone was sensed, and it turned on again.
The screen shows the call time.
one second.
two seconds.
The numbers are still jumping.
Lu Yan started to watch from '50' seconds, until the time continued to climb and finally jumped to an integer, and then his thoughts gradually came back——damn the phone didn't hang up all night
The second thought that popped up in Lu Yan's mind, the lead singer of the band who lives in poverty, is: Traffic isn't money
Lu Yan hadn't had time to calculate how much traffic he had burnt that night, but Suo Suo's movement spread, probably waking Xiao Heng up, and Lu Yan heard a murmur that was not clear just after taking off his clothes.
The voice coming from the opposite side of the receiver was extremely muffled, and then Xiao Heng asked, "What time is it?"
"After eight o'clock." Lu Yan took off his clothes and planned to get up to wash up.
"Get up so early."
"..." Lu Yan thought that he could just take a shower, so he tilted his head, clamped the phone on his shoulder, and freed his hands to untie his belt, "I have something to do, I have to go out."
He had nothing to do yesterday to look through the recruitment information and found a job. This job is different from the previous ones. This time it is a new field, new challenge, and new life experience: wedding master of ceremonies.
The salary is decent, but the job requires an interview.
Although he didn't have any work experience in this field, he didn't think it was a big deal at all. There was always a first time for everything.
Xiao Heng heard too much of Lu Yan's miscellaneous movements, and asked again: "What are you doing?"
Just as Lu Yan's hand touched the belt around his waist, he said without thinking, "Take off your pants."
Lu Yan had just gotten up, and he hadn't opened his voice yet. His voice was no longer as usual. Instead, it sounded like he was smoking several cigarettes in one breath. Lu Yan said the words "take off your pants" very delicately.
Xiao Heng fell silent.
There was embarrassment in the air.
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he also felt that this sounded too... too...
Hold! What are you talking about!
Lu Yanqing coughed and was about to say something when Xiao Heng spoke first: "Finished?"
Lu Yan: "..."
"I haven't finished taking it off," Lu Yan said after taking a breath, "I'll hang up if it's okay."
"Hmm." Xiao Heng had no objection.
Lu Yan moved his finger up to 'hang up the call', but he still didn't click on it. He paused and said, "The spare key of my room is on the roof, under the third flower pot from left to right. If you want to use the computer, just click on it." help yourself."
Xiao Heng said "hmm": "Are you going out later?"
Lu Yan thought he was asking him to help bring things: "What?"
Xiao Heng: "It's nothing, do you know the way?"
"..."
Lu Yan directly cut off the call.
After taking a shower, Lu Yan simply dried his hair, changed his clothes and went out. He was shaking the key in one hand, the key ring was spinning between his fingers, and he was looking for navigation on the phone in the other hand.
Lu Yan walked to the third floor, and the door of 303 opened: "Hey, are you going out?"
Sister Lan held a bag of trash in her hand and leaned against the door to greet him.
"Well, I have something to do when I go out." Lu Yan temporarily put away the phone, and after speaking, he caught a glimpse of the heavy garbage bag in Sister Lan's hand, took it and said, "I'll take it."
Although Sister Lan is a female anchor who eats fried chicken for six cents in one go, she doesn't actually look fat, but rather thin. She is wearing a long skirt and a unique necklace around her neck.
There is a coiled snake on the dark green cat's eye.
Lu Yan needed to buy various accessories for the performance before, so he took a second look at this necklace and felt that it didn't look like the ones bought on the market.
When going downstairs, Lu Yan said casually, "Sister, your necklace is pretty."
"Does it look good?" Sister Lan pushed the door open, smiled, and said, "I made it myself."
The existence of the building No. 6 and Unit 3 is already weird enough. No matter what happens to the residents in their building, it will not make people feel strange. For example, a female anchor can make a necklace by herself.
Sister Lan asked, "Is your live broadcast on?"
"No," Lu Yan said, "still studying."
While speaking, he had already arrived at the garbage station.
Lu Yan helped Sister Lan throw the garbage in, and went directly to the nearby station to wait for the bus. After he read the navigation, he looked up. Sister Lan had already walked back to the seventh district.
You have to transfer two trains from District 7, and Lu Yan just caught up with the next one. He took out two coins from his trousers pocket, walked to the back of the car, and found a corner to sit down.
This station is not far from the departure station, and there are not many people on the bus.
Lu Yan leaned against the car window, then looked at the navigation, and a message just popped up on the information bar.
[Li Zhen]:! ! ! ! ! !
So long a string of exclamation points.
Just as Lu Yan was about to ask what he was doing, Li Zhen immediately sent another question: Is it convenient for you to answer the phone now? !
After Li Zhen asked, it might be because the situation was too urgent, so the call came directly before he could reply.
"Hurry up, hurry up," Li Zhen's voice was trembling, "Where are you now!"
Lu Yan leaned against the car window and looked out the window leisurely: "In the car."
Li Zhen said while running: "What car! Where are you going?"
Lu Yan added: "In the car to the wedding company."
"..."
Li Zhen was obviously confused by this "wedding company" that came out of nowhere, he couldn't even imagine what their lead singer was doing.
"You want to get married?"
"I'm going to tie the knot," Lu Yan said, "Go apply for the master of ceremonies."
"What master of ceremonies, don't answer, why should you answer?" Li Zhen almost fainted, "Get out of the car now—"
Li Zhen said again: "Go to the air-raid shelter! That yellow hair is coming today!"
Because of Li Zhenyi's phone call, Lu Yan got out of the car halfway, changed the destination and squatted on the side of the road waiting for the navigation to reassign the route. The circle in the center of the screen rotated for a long time.
"Dear VIP members, we are planning the best route for you, please wait a moment..."
Lu Yan smoked a cigarette while waiting for the navigation to respond.
Lu Yan thought, Li Zhen's yelling in such a hurry meant that he was rushing to grab someone.
In fact, he didn't have much confidence in the matter of robbing people. For such a powerful guitarist, he would not go to so many bands, let alone join the V group, which is not full of them.
"The path has been planned for you."
Lu Yan put out the cigarette after only two puffs, and stood up.
Are you sure... Let's grab it first.
Air-raid shelter No. 3 on Feiyue Road.
Half of the underground bands in the lower city gathered here, and the competition for people was in full swing.
"Brother, I know your love and pursuit of music, I think our music philosophy is very consistent... You come to our band, if you have any requirements, just ask!"
"He can't do it there, look at us—come to us!"
"..."
Li Zhen arrived at the air-raid shelter one step ahead of Lu Yan. When he struggled to squeeze into the crowd, Lu Yan had just come out of the subway station closest to the air-raid shelter. Li Zhen shouted at the top of his voice: "Brother, these bands already have guitarists! Look!" Our band, our band doesn't! Do you know what I'm missing, I'm missing you!"
The people around were startled: "I have used all the rustic love words, Li Zhen, are you a bit too much?"
Spades with a guitarist: "Although we already have a guitarist, as long as you come to our place, we will let you be the lead guitarist."
Li Zhen almost cried: "Spades, where do you put the friendship between our brother bands?"
Captain Spade: "I have a great friendship with you guys! Did your lead singer consider our friendship when he was digging me out!"
These guys are crazy about it.
Not only did Li Zhen have to follow in this group of people, but he was also complained about: "Brother, the V group is not good."
The second hit: "Yes, yes, no."
The third strike: "Don't go, not only does their V regiment not have a guitarist, they don't even have a bassist."
The final blow: "And the lead singer of Group V plays the guitar very badly!"
In the middle of the crowd, a tall boy carrying a black guitar bag and wearing a white T-shirt was surrounded by layers. Because of his height, his golden weed head was very conspicuous in the crowd.
Just as Lu Yan walked across the road and walked to the door of the air-raid shelter, he saw the brother's tall back and shining yellow hair from a distance.
Lu Yan is thinking about what to say in the opening speech later, trying to make a good impression on the "future guitarist" of their band. Don't be the same as the meeting with the yellow T-shirt in the C bathroom last time, you have to learn your lesson.
As for what to say...
Dude I think you look like our band's next guitarist? Why don't you hang out with me
In the bomb shelter.
Li Zhen was complained too much, and felt that he had to find some face for his lead singer, and finally racked his brains: "But our lead singer is handsome! It also meets half of your requirements! Big, big, big..."
Li Zhen couldn't go on for a long time.
In desperation, he forgot the stage name of the little yellow hair, and while waiting anxiously for Lu Yan to appear, he repeatedly thought about "what's the name?"
There was chaos in the air-raid shelter.
Lu Yan should have squeezed through the crowd smoothly, and then sat on the shoulders of the supposedly awesome guitarist, but he stood at the door of the air-raid shelter and just took a step forward——
The guitarist who had been squeezed into the crowd turned around.
The boy was really young, apart from being a bit taller than others, he didn't even look twenty years old.
Under the dazzling yellow hair was a face that seemed to crawl out from the depths of Lu Yan's memory.
The difference from the memory is that a few years have passed, the boy's original immature facial features have grown, and the outline has become tough.
After seeing that face, Lu Yan's mind went "boom", and he lost all thoughts.
Last night's video seemed to be a code word to activate the magic box. As soon as the code word was activated, the past four years ago swept across the sky.
The ground under Lu Yan's feet was obviously flat, but in an instant he felt the world spinning.
A voice was chasing after him, annoyed to death, like a child suffering from the second disease of middle school: "When will I be able to play better than you?"
Lu Yan heard his own voice again. Four years ago, he carried a guitar on his back, passed through the noisy crowd in the bar, walked in front of the boy, and said without looking back, "You? Little boy, maybe eight hundred years later. "
Lu Yan came back to his senses and thought in disbelief, how could it be him.
This face gradually overlapped with last night's string of mailbox letters: dap.
Li Zhen hasn't remembered what this brother's name is: "Da Da Da..."
dap.
Lu Yan stood at the door of the air-raid shelter, thinking silently: Cannon.
Huang Mao was "big" by Li Zhen for a long time, and he was a little speechless. He looked around the group of people, but he still didn't find the person he was looking for. He raised his hand and pulled the guitar strap on his shoulder in disappointment, saying : "My name is Da Pao."
Li Zhen was exhausted from pulling people, and finally asked: "Okay, it doesn't matter whether it's a big cannon or a small cannon, who are you looking for!"
Huang Mao touched the back of his neck and said, "Look for my elder brother."
Huang Mao said, as if sensing something, he turned his eyes away and looked at the door of the air-raid shelter.
The door was empty and there was nothing.
The author has something to say: dap: Cannon!
Spoiler alert: Xiao Huangmao's real name is Dai Peng.