Lu Yan didn't know how to face it for a while, subconsciously took two steps back, and retreated to the wide open iron door beside the air-raid shelter. The mottled and rusty iron sheet was scalding hot under the scorching sun, and the back was attached to it, separated by a thin layer of fabric, and the superheated temperature rose through the fabric a little bit.
But he felt cold on his fingertips.
All the warmth from the whole body faded away.
From his current position, a few centimeters to the left is the rounded arched entrance and exit of the air-raid shelter, just staggering the line of sight cast by the cannon.
Leaning against the old iron door, he could still clearly hear the conversations coming from the air-raid shelter.
It was Li Zhen's distressed and broken voice: "Who the hell is your big brother!"
Cannon said, "My older brother is the ex-guitarist of Black Heart."
Others looked at each other in blank dismay, due to geographical differences and the high frequency of band formation and disbandment over the years, a 'black heart' popped up all of a sudden, no one really knew what it was.
But the group of people who gathered in the air-raid shelter came to Xiamenjing City from various places after all, and they had a lot of experience.
Some of them whispered: "Hey, I seem to have the impression that it's from Jizhou. I heard it before."
Cannon raised his tone, then raised his head and said, "He is the man who can play the guitar the best, and he is the lighthouse of my life! My idol! My eternal rival! I practice the guitar so hard that I can beat him one day. We have an appointment Alright, let’s have a match!”
"..."
What plot is this.
Li Zhen asked again: "Then what's your elder brother's name?"
Cannon was silent for a while: "I don't know."
"..."
Da Pao: "Everyone calls him Lao Qi."
"..."
When I was young, I took a few shameful stage names when I was in the band.
Except for the well-known name of 'Old Seven', Cannon knows little personal information about the long-haired brother in a white shirt and carrying a guitar behind his back. Four years have passed, and the things and contact information I saved before were lost during the move.
The age difference between the two of them was exactly three years. When he went to take the senior high school entrance examination, his eldest brother happened to be taking the college entrance examination.
To this day, Da Pao can still clearly remember that before the college entrance examination, the teenager was carrying the piano on his back, shuttling through the bar and saying to him: "I'm going to Xiamen City, if we meet again in the future—"
When the boy said this, he paused, and looked back at him: "I'll just compete with you."
…
"Brother! There are quite a lot of Qi in our band. Let me introduce, this is Xiao Qi, the keyboard player of our band." You are destined to be with our band, come to us."
"Name, photo, contact information... you can't find anything! Don't look for it, come to our band of spades."
The Spades had a go at the guitarist with the famous stage name.
Not to be outdone, Li Zhen shouted: "Come to us!"
Spades: "Don't just join in the fun, by the way, your lead singer didn't come today? I'm still worried that if that bastard from your group comes over, our band might not be able to catch him."
Captain Spades recalled the fear of being poached by Lu Yan, and sighed again: "It's too stupid, really."
Li Zhen also wanted to ask why Lu Yan hadn't arrived yet.
He had been gesturing to this guitarist at first, and the main reason he was sure of winning was that he contacted Lu Yan as soon as he received the news today. No one could do such a thing as his lead singer.
But what about Lu Yanren!
When Lu Yan heard "Old Seven", he continued to listen.
He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lowered his head and bit one out, lit it up and swallowed a few mouthfuls of cigarettes, the smoke rushed down his throat.
— Old Seven.
Lu Yan raised his head again.
He put the lighter back in his pocket and walked along the road in front of him.
The year he joined Black Heart was his seventh year playing guitar.
At that time, the band Black Heart had been established for two years. According to the team score, he was ranked seventh when he entered. Counting the members who had retired from the band, he was the seventh person to join the band.
The name "Old Seven" is easy to pronounce, and it has become synonymous with him over time.
Lu Yan seldom thinks about these things.
He kept telling himself, it's over, it's all over, just move on.
Go forward.
Go forward without looking back.
Da Pao's "Old Seven" today pulled him out of the illusion.
A conversation from many years ago popped into my head, the background sound was the noisy sound of the bar.
"Are you here for an interview?"
"Um."
"What are you playing?"
"Guitar."
Lu Yan paused when he heard his voice then said, "Guitar player."
Turning around again, it was him in the KTV room, with broken wine bottles all over the floor, staring at him closely with a pair of sinister eyes.
The man's voice was the same as his eyes. He was squatting on the side, and the soles of his shoes had just crushed the broken glass: "Aren't you very powerful, you have one hand forfeited, and I'll see how you will continue to be rude in the future."
…
Lu Yan thought wildly in his mind, and after walking for about ten minutes, he received a call from Li Zhen.
Lu Yan slowed down: "Hello?"
Li Zhen: "Where are you!"
Lu Yan: "On the way."
Li Zhen sighed, regrettably said: "Everyone has already left, you are still on the way, can our band still do it, is it really going to miss this yellow hair?"
Lu Yan said "ah" casually, expressing his agreement.
There was a steady stream of vehicles and crowds in front of him. A car stopped in front of him, and the driver asked, "Where are you going, young man?"
Lu Yan put one hand in his jacket pocket, ignored it, and continued walking along the road.
Li Zhen talked for a while, and the content of the chat revolved around the "big brother" that Huang Mao was talking about.
"Who is the big brother he's looking for? He's so awesome, and he can play the guitar so well?" Li Zhen said that he couldn't imagine, "Huang Mao's level is already considered to be a level that no one can beat in our place." Plant it, it’s even better than him, what’s that like, hey, do you think there is such a person in Xiajing City…”
Before answering the phone, Lu Yan thought that he could chat with Li Zhen for a while, but he found that the more Li Zhen talked, the more intense his indescribable irritability, he interrupted: "Zhenzi, let's not talk, I'm a little thing."
Li Zhen: "You don't want to go to an interview with that wedding master of ceremonies, do you—"
Lu Yan took a deep breath and said, "No, it's something else."
where to.
where to go.
Lu Yan himself didn't know.
When he received the call from Xiao Heng, he was sitting on the steps smoking a cigarette. After walking aimlessly for a long time, he stopped and found that the surrounding environment was too strange. An ancient bridge connected groups of old-fashioned buildings.
Old people carrying burdens on their shoulders passed by the bridge.
After sitting down, Lu Yan finally began to think about a question: where the hell is this.
The phone keeps vibrating.
Caller ID: [Xiao Heng].
Lu Yan bit his cigarette, took a look and picked it up.
Lu Yan: "What's the matter?"
Xiao Heng had just finished taking the key from under the flowerpot, and told him: "I have the key."
Lu Yan: "Yes."
Xiao Heng turned on the computer, and while waiting for Lu Yan's broken computer to turn on, leaning on the back of the chair, he thought of Lu Yan saying that he had something to do before going out: "Going out to find a job?"
Lu Yan wanted to say no, but there was nothing wrong with what he said. He was going to attend the interview of the wedding master of ceremonies.
He lowered his head and stared at the shadow of the whirling trees reflected on the road, his voice was a little low: "It's sort of."
The sound of sirens and traffic on the road at the other end of the phone was very clear, and it sounded like they were on the side of the road, and Lu Yan's tone of voice was not right, Xiao Heng asked again: "Where are you?"
"exist… "
Lu Yan didn't know where he had gone. His sense of direction was already weak, and after walking aimlessly, he became even more directionless. Finally, he said, "I'm in the global village."
Xiao Heng: "Speak human words."
Lu Yan: "Under the bridge, there is a Haozailai supermarket opposite."
This 'under the bridge' is not much better than the global village.
Xiao Heng is sure that this person probably lost his way after wandering outside for a long time.
"Forget it," Xiao Heng said weakly, "You send the location sharing."
Lu Yan found the gadget in Weichat, and sent the real-time location. After sending it, he realized that this place is an ancient town. As one of the few "attractions" in the lower urban area, this ancient town does not seem as real as it is called an ancient village.
Usually there is no traffic.
Xiao Heng couldn't quite understand why Lu Yan went there, "What are you doing in the ancient town, setting up a stall?"
Lu Yan didn't know what to say, but said, "I can't travel!"
Xiao Heng: "OK."
As Xiao Heng said, he boarded the webpage to check the route, and Lu Yan heard crisp mouse and keyboard clicks on the opposite side, and then the young master's protracted taunt: "Why not, you can fly to the sky."
fly.
A simple word brings people back to the battle where they were sent flying 200 meters.
"...fuck," Lu Yan said, "you mention it again?"
Xiao Heng didn't quarrel with him anymore, his voice sank, and he became serious: "Go forward fifty meters and turn right."
On the computer screen is a road map from the ancient town to the seventh district.
Lu Yan can actually check the navigation by himself.
Although this place is out of the way, it is not like the Phoenix Terrace where there is no place to search.
But he didn't interrupt Xiao Heng, let out a breath, stood up and walked forward after a while,
"Reached."
"No."
"Tsk, fifty meters, did you crawl over?"
"..."
No matter what Xiao Heng said, Lu Yan would go wherever.
"Turn around, look at the street signs, and go straight in the direction of South Street."
"Know."
"You know what a fart, it's the wrong way."
Xiao Heng's humanoid navigator is more reliable than the one he spent money to open as a member, but he doesn't show mercy at all when he speaks.
Xiao Heng was typing on the keyboard when he was not speaking.
When Lu Yan said 'here we are', the keyboard sound stopped, and he began to talk about where to go next.
Lu Yan didn't need to think about anything.
Listening to the voice on the phone, he felt as if a gust of wind turned into hands behind him, pushing him away.
Xiao Heng didn't hang up the phone until he successfully found the station, bought a ticket and got on the train.
The weather is not good today.
But after five o'clock, the sky has a faint tendency to darken.
This car was heading towards the lower city, and the terminal was no more than 800 meters away from District Seven.
There was a crying child in the car. The mother smiled at everyone embarrassedly, tried to divert the child's attention, patted him on the back and said, "Didn't the teacher teach you a nursery rhyme today? How did you sing it? Mom, listen."
The child sobbed twice, sucked his nose and sang, his voice was clear and immature, and the song counting ducks was full of childish fun.
Lu Yan leaned against the car window and listened to the song all the way, and only then did he have a real sense of what happened today.
When he was about to arrive at the station, he sent Xiao Heng a message: Here we are, thank you.
A few minutes passed, Xiao Heng didn't reply, he was probably busy writing code.
The bus slowly stopped at the side of the road, and Lu Yan got up to get off.
Although some time ago the news said that the lower city would be renovated, in fact the lower city is still the same lower city, and the places that can be touched by the eyes are all gloomy.
Before Lu Yan took a few steps forward, news from Xiao Heng came.
Only two words.
[Xiao Heng]: Turn around.
Lu Yan was slow to react and turned around.
I saw Xiao Heng coming here from the other side of the street.
The street lights just came on. The man was tall, with one hand in his pocket, and a pair of slippers on his feet. His hair was shaved so that it set off his sharp edges and corners, but the expression on his face was not very good, as if someone forced him to wait for someone here .
"What are you doing in a daze?" Xiao Heng glanced at him and said, "Go back."