Lu Yan stood not far from the station sign, and when Xiao Heng approached, he recalled the meaning of "turning around" just now.
"Why are you here?" Lu Yan asked.
"shopping."
Lu Yan glanced from top to bottom, and was about to say that he didn't see anything you bought.
Xiao Heng said, "That store is closed."
Lu Yan wanted to talk again, but Xiao Heng didn't want to continue this topic. He turned his head slightly, raised his hand and patted him on the top of the head, and interrupted: "Let's go."
Walk.
Lu Yan said in his heart.
Two roads further ahead is the pile of ruins in District 7. The dilapidated building in unit 3 of No. 6 stands there. This dilapidated building that may be demolished at any time is the last resting place for the group of people with nowhere to go. land.
Xiao Heng walked in front of him.
It was the first time that Lu Yan had this kind of feeling of 'going home'.
It's like a momentary breath of relief, finally having a place to open your mouth to breathe.
After Lu Yan entered the building, he was dragged by Viagra and forced to have a chat.
When he went upstairs, he pushed open the door and found that Xiao Heng had already used his spare key to open the door. The man sat in front of the computer and puffed, and then squinted his eyes and typed on the keyboard with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Close the door." Hearing the sound, Xiao Heng said without raising his head.
Lu Yan: "..." Whose family is this
There were too many things to do this day, Lu Yan felt a little sleepy when he got home, put down his things, lay down on the bed and slept for a while.
There are intermittent keyboard sounds next to my ears.
When he woke up and opened the curtain to look outside, it was already dark, Xiao Heng still maintained the posture before he closed his eyes two hours ago, even the movement of biting the cigarette in his mouth did not change.
Lu Yan opened his eyes and leaned against the wall to look at him.
Looking at it from his angle, most of the man's face was blocked by the computer screen, but the hand protruded from the side, holding the mouse, dragging it to click a few times from time to time.
After knocking, Xiao Heng put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, leaned back in the chair, and distanced himself from the computer.
After shifting his gaze a few degrees, he met Lu Yan's eyes: "Are you awake?"
Lu Yan said "um" and got up.
Xiao Heng has been working on computers for the past few days and has not found a job. Even if he had saved more than a thousand before, it would not be enough. Lu Yan passed by the computer desk and asked, "You haven't got your ID card yet?"
Xiao Heng took out a card from his pocket, put it on the table and said, "It came down two days ago."
Lu Yan took a look, the photo on Xiao Heng's ID card was still taken before. Black windbreaker, shirt, cold silhouette, just like a young master with "I'm rich" written on his face.
Lu Yan saw the string of numbers on the ID card again, the date of birth.
November.
… two months older than him.
"What?" Xiao Heng asked, "Looking at dad's photo is so handsome?"
"roll."
Lu Yan took out his ID card and patted it on the side of his ID card: "I'm much more handsome than you!"
The photo on Lu Yan's ID card did not comply with national regulations at all. In the photo, there were obviously a few strands of bright red in the boy's long hair. Not only was his hair dyed, but he also wore earrings on his ears.
Warm and flamboyant.
In Xiao Heng’s impression, the requirements for taking photos of ID cards are quite strict, not only in Xiamen City, but everywhere: “Where do you want to take photos like this?”
After he finished asking, his eyes moved down, and he saw the address column on the ID card: Jizhou.
Lu Yan put away his ID card and said, "The inspection is not strict... Your ID card is already down, so you won't go back to work in the Internet cafe?"
Xiao Heng didn't answer, and tapped on the computer for a while before calling him over: "Come here."
On a computer screen is a website page.
Lu Yan didn't really understand it, but felt that it was not too different from the kind of website he usually browsed.
"I received an order, and I have to finish this in the next few days." Xiao Heng hardly slept in the past few days, and he lit another cigarette while talking.
Four years ago, he made a template website by himself, but he stopped touching the computer until he finished it. Now it seems that the set of manual templates he made was not perfect and could not keep up with the current technological trend.
Fortunately, the company's requirements for the website are not so strict, but it is urgent.
——Xiao Heng's tone of voice didn't fluctuate much, but there was an obvious sense of direction in his words.
After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he stared at the computer and started typing again.
Lu Yan didn't bother him anymore.
After taking a shower, he remembered that he hadn't understood the study of the live broadcast, so he went to watch Lan Jie's live broadcast for a while after visiting the major live broadcast studios.
When she entered the live broadcast room, Sister Lan was eating a bowl of Malatang that was said to cost '60 yuan', and the bowl was bigger than her head.
The woman ate boldly and freely, her mouth was full of red oil, and she said while eating, "Thank you, old iron!"
This is too hard.
Lu Yan was so amazed that he emptied his poor account balance and rewarded Sister Lan with a flower.
When Lu Yan quit to check his balance, he saw an unread red dot in the email column. When he clicked on it, it was an official email, saying that the anchor application he submitted two days ago had been approved.
Lu Yan thought about what to do with the research, and went directly to it.
So Xiao Heng was halfway through typing on the keyboard, and heard Lu Yan sitting on the sofa saying: "New anchor, click to follow so you don't get lost."
"What's the performance?" Lu Yan finished reading the words sent by the audience, and then replied, "I sing."
Lu Yan was in good condition. The dim light in the hall hit Lu Yan's face. His appearance was already eye-catching, and his voice was in good condition. The number of viewers has continued to increase since its inception.
Although the equipment is not professional, it does not affect his performance in the slightest. When the band performed in the mall before, the speaker equipment was even worse and they still sang. After all, Lu Yan has many years of stage experience, he doesn't look like a new anchor at all, and has a strong ability to control the field.
The audience began to order songs.
"Ah, this one." Lu Yan nodded to show that he knew.
The audience is looking forward to it.
But he nodded and said, "I won't sing this one, I'll sing you a song by the band Vent."
When Xiao Heng heard this, he stopped typing the code, and choked on the smoke in his mouth.
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he waited for them to ask what Vent was.
The audience's reaction was within his expectations: ... What? what is this
Lu Yan waited for them to swipe the screen for a while, and then said with an extremely serious advertisement trace: "Vent, haven't you heard of it?"
The audience began to swipe: no.
Lu Yan sighed, and introduced with regret: "This band has been established for more than three years. It is a talented band with a variety of genres. Every song is a classic. A talented band like this deserves more. people's attention."
Lu Yanyue said more and more devotedly: "Especially the lead singer of this band! He has both good looks and strength, he is the soul of the band."
Xiao Heng couldn't keep typing on the keyboard: "..."
He flicked the cigarette dumbfoundingly.
Why does this person live broadcast differently from normal people? Did he pay the advertising fee for the live broadcast platform
After Lu Yan finished advertising for his band, he wondered why he hadn't stepped into the live broadcast industry earlier, what a free advertising platform.
Since I still don't know how to operate the functions of the live broadcast software, I just coughed and started to sing a cappella.
Lu Yan's singing is different from the time when he was holding a guitar on the rooftop and singing to Xiao Heng.
Apart from other accompaniment voices, only he is left. His own voice is a good instrument, and the power and penetrating power of a rock singer are fully reflected in him.
"When the horizon tilts ever lower
Even the wind threatens my ears
…
unbridled catharsis"
Xiao Heng lowered his head and touched the keys of the keyboard with his fingers, forgetting how to write the next line of code.
He typed a string of words by consciousness.
When Lu Yan sang the last word, he raised his eyelids, looked up at the screen, and found that he typed out five letters: luyan.
"Thank you for the presents, everyone."
The audience who previously expressed their disdain for the V band fell silent by coincidence, and instead brushed up gifts. After Lu Yan thanked him, he continued to advertise: "The song just now is from the new album released two years after the band's debut. Speaking of this band-"
When Lu Yan said this, a line of words floated underneath.
Some viewers posted: The electric guitar in the back is not bad, it’s a good piano.
The camera of Lu Yan's live broadcast happened to be facing the wall with the piano hanging on it.
Half of the piano is exposed, and the big G logo is exposed.
The audience posted again: "You sing so well, why don't you play one?"
After the viewer finished posting, others followed suit: Ah! Play and sing! good idea!
Lu Yan's emotions, which had been adjusted since he got on the bus, fell down again when he saw these swiping screens. In his mind, the words "Old Seven" and the sentence "Aren't you quite horizontal" mixed with the sound of wine bottles cracking left and right ears Constantly alternating together, the last two sentences collided and collided into a buzzing sound.
In normal times, just play one after another, it's not a big deal.
But he is really not in the mood today.
The emotions of this group of audience came quickly, and the screen began to refresh after a few words.
Some of those who were dissatisfied with the gifts just now, treated themselves like uncles, and started to say some unharmonious words: I'm fucking giving you gifts, what are you doing, can't you just play one.
All of Lu Yan's ability to control the field fell apart at the moment when it came to "playing and singing". He could obviously say, "I won't play today, and it's getting late. The sound insulation is not good and I'm afraid I'll disturb people. Let's try another day." This kind of scene is over.
But he didn't say it.
He said a few words indiscriminately, and he didn't know what he was talking about.
In the midst of the chaos in the live broadcast room, another man appeared in the camera from far to near. Due to the height, the man's face was not recorded. He could only see a cigarette in one hand, with his knuckles curled up. After walking in, the hand passed over the anchor and appeared in front of all the audience at close range.
Then there was a voice as arrogant and lazy as that cigarette, that voice said: - "No."
The voice mocked again: "Have you been forced to brush?"
"How many cents did you pay?"
Xiao Heng didn't use any dirty words in his speech, but the momentum was there.
The uncle who brushed the gifts felt that he had met a real uncle.
After Xiao Heng finished speaking, he asked Lu Yan again: "Is it still on the air?"
Lu Yan shook his head and said, "Go down."
Xiao Heng used the hand holding the cigarette to turn off the live broadcast.
The phone screen returns to the live broadcast lobby page.
The atmosphere fell into silence for a while.
The smoke from the cigarette in Xiao Heng's hand floated up, all the way to the tip of his nose, and Lu Yan's craving for cigarettes also rose.
Xiao Heng understood, he stood in front of Lu Yan and looked at him and said, "It's gone, this is the last one."
Lu Yan went to touch his pocket, but it was empty, only a lighter.
In fact, he is not a heavy smoker, and he had the idea of quitting smoking to protect his voice, although his voice was fine no matter how much he smoked when he was playing guitar.
It's just that there are too many things after the band disbanded.
—After hearing from the doctor four years ago that he might not be able to play the guitar, the ensuing gap of more than half a year was the lowest point in his life. Four years later, he continued to form a band as the lead singer, and the band was on the verge of disbanding, another trough.
Lu Yan didn't know what he was thinking.
Might just need a puff.
He put one hand on Xiao Heng's wrist, and pulled his hand towards him. He touched Xiao Heng's protruding wrist bone with his fingertips, and then Lu Yan leaned forward and leaned over, touching his hand lightly. Take a breath.
The filter on that cigarette was slightly wet.
It was the place where Xiao Heng was bitten in his mouth just now.
It wasn't until Lu Yan spit out the cigarette that he realized what he had done. He let go of his hand, thinking about what to say, what to say. Thousands of words finally turned into one sentence: "I... my brother used to be a very good guitarist."