There was still more than half of the cigarette in Xiao Heng's hand, but for no reason, he felt that the fingertips holding the cigarette were faintly hot.
The moment Lu Yan suddenly grabbed his hand and came up to smoke, he could clearly see Lu Yan's high nose bridge, downcast eyes, and the shadow cast on the bottom of his eyes when his eyelashes fluttered.
After Lu Yan finished speaking, his Adam's apple twitched.
Then he said, "Not only is he awesome, but he's also very handsome."
Lu Yan's words are very obvious, it is simply the second version of "I have a friend".
Lu Yan: "My brother, king of the stage, guitar genius—"
This person is not finished yet.
Xiao Heng interrupted: "It's enough to blow up to here."
Lu Yan stopped talking, and he was silent for a while, the smell of cigarettes still remained on the tip of his tongue.
A little dry.
He unconsciously licked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, and in this suffocating dryness, he said, "Do you know Jizhou?"
Xiao Heng had just seen his ID card.
Jizhou.
He doesn't know, but it's obvious that the place where you can dye your hair and wear earrings for an ID card photo should not be much better.
"When you first came, did you feel that the downtown area was quite dilapidated?" Lu Yan looked away, staring at the blank wall in front of him and said, "But for me - the downtown area is really a fucking good place."
Lu Yan closed his eyes, and the chaotic and desolate streets of Jizhou could still be seen in front of his eyes. A sewage pit was just two steps away.
After his grandfather passed away, he was sent to a distant relative’s home—no one wants to raise a child for nothing, and the kind old man knew it too, so before his death, the old man wrapped up the little savings he had worked hard for most of his life and washed it until it turned yellow. The white cloth was tremblingly handed over to relatives.
Just after the funeral, Lu Yan was led by a strange woman to get on the train bound for Jizhou.
The sky in Jizhou is sunny every few days, there is no order at all, the streets are full of hooligans, they are crazy and desperate, and no one dares to take care of things.
It's not news at all that someone was stabbed a few times while walking on the road.
When he first entered junior high school, he started skipping classes and fighting. He also didn't want to stay at that so-called "relative's" home.
The environment is a scary thing.
—In that kind of place, if you don't do anything, you will only be beaten by others.
It felt like countless hands were grabbing him and dragging him down.
"So I... my younger brother has been on the road for a while," Lu Yan said, "You know the bad guys, that's the kind."
Lu Yan emphasized again: "At that time, he was pretty good at fighting."
Xiao Heng glanced at him and said nothing.
Seeing that he didn't believe it, Lu Yan continued to emphasize: "It's really amazing. It turned out to be a world."
It's really difficult to associate the unscrupulous boy in Lu Yan's mouth with his fists and the cowardly dog who was sent flying two meters away.
"Understood," Xiao Heng said, "Excellent."
Lu Yan was really good at that time. After playing around for a while, no one in the school dared to provoke him anymore.
But that state is not comfortable, depressed, confused... all kinds of emotions are constantly struggling and colliding.
Finally one day, he broke a hole.
He still remembered that it was late at night.
He came out from a relative's house, wandered in the street, had just finished a fight, and got painted on his body.
He sat on the steps by the side of the road.
A group of unscrupulous teenagers drove past him on a motorcycle with songs, drums, guitars, bass, men's singing—the whole song swept like the gust of wind blown by the motorcycle, with the feeling of struggling out of despair. hope:
"You who were soaked by the sudden rain
stopped again
still believe
You'll be taller than anyone and closer to the sky
…”
The low-quality car audio is also mixed with the sound of snowflakes, but even the poor-quality audio cannot cover up the majestic sense of power.
That was the first time Lu Yan knew about "Rock Band".
Due to limited conditions, the first guitar he saved money to buy was a low-level fire stick. No one taught him, so he had to try it out one by one.
Starting from this fire stick, I have been playing for seven years.
After running to form a band on the way, Lu Yan got an income, and Lu Yan completely separated from his relatives' house. He usually lives in school, and lives in the grocery store of a bar during holidays.
At that time, all he thought about every day was: I want to leave this place.
I want to leave, I want to say goodbye to everything here. Want to rush out.
Before the college entrance examination, he saved the tuition fees of C University and a one-way ticket to Xiamen City in advance.
——However, the "wrong road" he walked before refused to let him go.
After one performance, the band leader came over and said, "Lao Qi, someone has been asking you in the bar recently, what is your name, Brother Long, do you recognize him?"
Lu Yan put the guitar back into the piano bag, but for a moment he couldn't remember who that "Brother Long" was.
The captain patted him on the shoulder and reminded him before leaving: "Be careful."
Sometimes there is no need for a reason for the conflicts between local hooligans, the best reason is to see that you are not happy with the four words.
Brother Long came up with the name 'Brother Long' after he entered vocational high school. He used to be called "Little Dragon" and was beaten by Lu Yan in the school pool.
That day, Brother Long went to the bar with a group of gangster friends. Under the stimulation of alcohol and lights, he squinted his eyes and found that the guitarist on the stage who caused the audience to scream was an "old acquaintance". He smashed his glass on the table and spit He said in a low voice, "Damn, is this kid so beautiful now?"
Lu Yan didn't pay attention to this little dragon at first.
"—Lao Qi, Lao Si was beaten!"
"what happened?"
"On my way home last night, a sack fell from the sky, fuck, give me a beating..."
Then came another voice.
"If you don't want anything to happen to the people in your band, come to the private room at eight o'clock in the evening," the voice said with a smile, "I won't make things difficult for you, as long as you drink all the wine I opened, we will deal with this matter." Just write it off."
…
Lu Yan thought back to this point, didn't say any more, and paused for a few seconds.
He let out a breath and said in a relaxed tone as much as possible: "But my brother is not only good at playing the guitar, but also good at singing. He quickly regrouped and led the new band to glory..."
As Lu Yan spoke, he found that the cigarette that Xiao Heng had held in his hand was in his mouth again. The man bit the cigarette, looked down at him, his eyes were deep, and two words came out of his mouth, interrupting him :"name."
"What?"
"Dragon what?" Xiao Heng squinted his eyes and took down the cigarette again, and said, "What is it called?"
Maybe it was because Xiao Heng called his son too much, Lu Yan felt that Xiao Heng's current appearance was exactly the same as raising a son and being bullied at school.
Which beast moves you.
You tell Dad.
Lu Yan said: "That dragon is something, it is engaged in smuggling, and it has already been caught."
Xiao Heng didn't speak any more.
After a moment of silence, he pointed at Lu Yan's wrist with the cigarette: "When did you get the tattoo?"
Lu Yan looked at his wrist, there was a black tattoo with seven horns on his wrist.
The time interval is too long, and Lu Yan himself can't remember exactly which day: "It should be the day when I went to the air-raid shelter for the first time for an interview."
After the accident, he didn't take the college entrance examination. He carried the piano on his back and took the train to Xiamen City with the "tuition fee".
Leaving Jizhou and rushing out, but in an unexpectedly embarrassed posture.
That tuition fee became his living expenses in Xiamen City. After he rented the house, he was locked in the room for the first few months and could hardly go out.
Lu Yan remembered the day when he went out to the air-raid shelter, the sky was bright.
"Are you here for an interview?"
"Um."
"Which position do you play?"
"Sing."
Lu Yan said again: "Lead singer."
Lu Yan was inexperienced at the time, and his singing skills were far inferior to what he is now, so he was not selected for the interview. Later, when the V group was first formed, their band performance level was not very good.
He came out of the air-raid shelter, went the wrong way back, was about to look for navigation, and saw a tattoo parlor opposite.
He squatted at the intersection, looked down at the striking scar on his wrist, thought for a while, stood up, and walked in.
The tattoo master was very enthusiastic and asked him what kind of tattoo he wanted.
Lu Yan said, "I don't know."
"Handsome guy, take a look at our family's album, there are some popular patterns on it, see if you like it."
The first page of the book was a big tiger baring its teeth.
Tattoo artist: "This is good! There are more people with this tattoo!"
Lu Yan: "...it's too fierce."
Tattoo artist: "Then you can scroll down."
After turning around for a long time, Lu Yan set his eyes on a black star in the corner.
In the mouth of the tattoo artist, which pattern is the most popular: "This is also good, look at this five-pointed star..."
"Seven will do?"
"ah?"
"Seven," Lu Yan said, "change to seven horns."
Tattoo artist: "Add two horns, okay, I will work hard."
Those seven years of playing guitar, and the name Lao Qi, finally turned into an extremely sharp tattoo, covering the scar, and engraving it on the wrist forever.
Lu Yan briefly finished his encounter with Da Pao today, and was about to get up from the sofa and go to the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles.
Do something.
He has never told anyone about this matter. The teammates in the V group have been together day and night for more than three years. Even Li Zhen, who was first pulled into the group by him, didn't know that he used to play guitar. He realized it after talking. Feeling a sense of embarrassment that has nowhere to hide.
At this moment, a hand rested lightly on his head.
Immediately afterwards, a sentence came from the top of the head: "Tsk, so you ran? What else do you do besides running?"
Lu Yan looked up in a daze.
It crashed into Xiao Heng's eyes.
Xiao Heng couldn't imagine how he felt when he came to Xiamen City alone with his piano on his back, and how he felt when he went to the air-raid shelter to interview the lead singer.
The power in Lu Yan who is so tenacious that it seems to be able to break through everything is far stronger than he imagined.
But instead of lamenting how strong this person is, Xiao Heng only felt unspeakably uncomfortable.
Seeing him looking up, Xiao Heng patted the top of his head with his hand, and said, "—Is there anything you don't dare to see, you are still very awesome now."
Very ordinary tone.
Lu Yan blinked, but found that tears flowed out of his eyes at some point.
He lowered his head slowly.
Tears fell drop by drop on the back of his hand.
He actually seldom cries.
He didn’t even cry for many years. He didn’t cry when he heard the doctor say “you may not be able to play the guitar” four years ago. He didn’t cry when he gave up the college entrance examination. He still didn’t cry when the band disbanded.
he thought, gritted his teeth.
Go forward.
—And now all emotions seem to have found an outlet.
A matter that was kept in the bottom of my heart and never thought about it, it was much easier to dig out the layers of armor by myself than to keep pressing it all the time.
Xiao Heng still put his hand on his head, wanting to say something about his son, but the words lingered on his lips for half a circle, and finally said: "Yanyan is awesome."
The author has something to say: Note: The song is "Rainbow" by L Group.
Then because our junior high school is four years, the sixth grade is counted in the junior high school, it is called pre-junior, plus the three years of high school, it is seven years, but I searched today and found that only Shanghai does this = = and I have always thought that junior high school It was four years, very ignorant.
Everyone ignore this point... Anyway, Yanyan has been playing guitar ORZ for seven years
In addition to the meaning of the seven pairs of extension, the meaning of the entry heptagram itself is also a meaning.