After returning to District 7, Lu Yan took a shower, his hair was half wet, and he lay on the bed without falling asleep for a long time.
Lu Yan remembered that he and Da Pao added micro chats to each other during the meal, so he pulled Da Pao into a group chat called 'V'.
[Lu Yan]: New member.
[Cannon]: Hello, brothers!
[Jiang Yaoming]: Guitarist, @黄旭, Lao Xu, you have a successor.
Huang Xu guessed he was busy, so he didn't reply.
A few people chatted for a while, and Lu Yan was about to throw the phone aside when Huang Xu's voice was sent to the group. It was very long, one minute and twenty seconds.
What are you talking about
Lu Yan clicked on it, and Huang Xu coughed solemnly on the loudspeaker: "Cough!" It sounded quite formal, just like the prelude to the leader's speech.
Huang Xu: "As the former guitarist of the V group, I have a few words to say. The first thing is the lead singer of our group. I think you already know him a little bit. He may be too technical for you. Require… "
Huang Xu complained about Lu Yan for half a minute and twenty seconds.
Lu Yan smiled and cursed in a low voice.
As Huang Xu spoke, he took a beat in the middle, and his tone was no longer teasing: "But our V group is one, a very good band."
The second half of Huang Xu's speech was not as fluent as before. He just repeated the word "one" several times, as if he suddenly ran out of words and couldn't find equivalent words.
Huang Xu's other end was very quiet, accompanied by the cry of some kind of animal and cicadas in the countryside and in the middle of the night from time to time.
Huang Xu finally said: "Brother Da Pao, the position of the guitarist of the V group is entrusted to you. Do it well."
Huang Xu's words reminded him of the band he joined before, Black Heart.
Although he doesn't want to recall everything that happened in Jizhou, this band and all the members in the band have indeed influenced him to a large extent, affecting his views on the word "band".
When Captain Black Heart distributed the number "seven" to him, he said while tuning, "This is the custom of our band. Each person has a number, which is... a kind of inheritance."
When the next teammate picks up the piano, the melody flowing from his fingertips may be composed by a former teammate who has left the team.
— There will always be someone who continues to stand on the stage with the faith of those who have left.
Lu Yan let the phone screen go dark by itself, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.
Lu Yan fell into a deep sleep this time. When he woke up at noon, he found that the sun was shining on his face through the gap in the curtains, and there was a hazy halo in front of his eyes. He waited a while before getting up to take a shower.
In the middle of the toothbrush, he remembered that the clothes hanging on the roof yesterday had not been taken away, so when he held the toothbrush in his mouth, he squinted and opened the door, just in time to see that the door of Xiao Heng's room was also open.
The door was facing him, Xiao Heng's shirt cuffs were folded up a few times, and some scattered parts were spread on the floor.
Lu Yan walked over, squatted down to look at the pile of things: "What are you doing?"
Xiao Heng had just brought this pile of things back from the computer city, he reached out to pick up the one closest to Lu Yan, and said, "Motherboard."
After speaking, he picked up another one.
"Graphics card."
"..."
"RAM."
can't read.
It's all about what.
As soon as Lu Yan thought this way, Xiao Heng put down the thing in his hand, said "tsk" and said, "You don't understand even if you tell me."
"You are the only one who is good, you are awesome," Lu Yan still had a toothbrush in his mouth, and his mouth was vague, "You want to install the computer yourself?"
Lu Yan didn't know much about computers. He was at his peak in computer operation when he taught himself to arrange software, otherwise he wouldn't be able to use his computer like that. He asked again: "You amazing people , have higher requirements for computers?"
Xiao Heng: "No."
Lu Yan heard the young master squatting next to him utter four words: "Because it's cheap."
"..."
This reason is too real.
After Lu Yan finished collecting his clothes from the rooftop, and simply tidied up and locked the door to go out, Xiao Heng was still installing the host.
The owner of the bar looked for him a while ago, but he has no time to go. Today is just free, so he plans to go and have a look.
Before Lu Yan left, he glanced at the room behind Xiao Heng, and found that there were a few extra things in the room that was too empty for this person since he first arrived.
The bar is still the same, because it is daytime, the bar is temporarily closed. Only Sun Tong was leaning on the edge of the bar to drink, while everyone else was cleaning.
"Here we come," Sun Tong put down the wine glass in his hand, hooked Lu Yan's shoulder and said, "Please help me look at the mixer first, after the last performance, I always felt that something was wrong."
Lu Yan: "OK."
The stage was not high, and he could climb up by simply stepping on the mat underneath.
Sun Jia stood at the bottom and asked, "How is it?"
After checking the microphone cable, Lu Yan said, "It should be that the line is not in good contact."
Sun Tong: "Who asked you this—I'm asking you, how are you?"
Although Sun Tong said that he was going out to drink when he approached Lu Yan, both of them knew that drinking between men was tantamount to bonding. Sun Tong was really worried about the band that had sung in his bar for more than three years, and wanted to take this opportunity to introduce Lu Yan to his job.
Lu Yan reconnected the line, and then leaned on the mixer to see the audience.
"Very good," he said, looking at the small area under the stage that can accommodate two to three hundred people, "I just found a famous guitarist."
Sun Tong really didn't expect that Lu Yan was still looking for someone: "Have you found someone?"
"Um."
Sun Tong was stunned.
It was only now that he began to re-examine the phrase "never compromise" that Lu Yan said on the phone.
"Okay, okay," Sun Tong came back to his senses, walked around the stage excitedly, and finally clapped his hands suddenly and said, "I'll save this stage for you, and I'll wait for your V group to come back!"
kill back.
Lu Yanxin said that the next bassist in their group couldn't even see his shadow.
Lu Yan didn't stay in the bar for long, when he went back, the door of the opposite room was closed.
Lu Yan stood in the corridor and took out the keys, opened the door and planned to practice the piano for a while, and then continued the live broadcast. But he wandered around the room looking for a mobile phone charger, but he couldn't find it for a long time, but when he passed by the computer desk, he found a brand new electronic synthesizer on the desk.
MODX.
He originally used a second-hand synthesizer with an ordinary sound, which should have been eliminated after a few years of use. The price of the synthesizer on the table is not just doubled, it is more zero than his original one.
Lu Yan stared at the synthesizer in a daze for a long time.
After much deliberation, there was only one person who could enter and exit his room.
After finding the charger, Lu Yan plugged it in, called Xiao Heng, and the call was answered within two seconds.
"Have you entered my room?" Lu Yan asked.
The person on the other side didn't have the slightest intention to open the door privately: "Yes."
Lu Yan looked down at the computer desk: "Synthesizer..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Heng interrupted: "Internet fee."
"Net what?"
Xiao Heng repeated: "Give me your internet fee."
The Internet fee is just a casual talk.
And no one pays such an expensive Internet fee.
Several thoughts flashed through Lu Yan, and finally he thought about how this person knew he wanted to change to a synthesizer.
His original plan for this year was to change to a synthesizer. However, due to the cancellation of commercial performances, Viagra spent 100,000 yuan on TV, and one dream after another flew out of the sky... Wait, 100,000 yuan.
During the live broadcast of the Viagra news, he seemed to have thought with Xiao Heng, "With this money, let's change to a synthesizer first."
"My computer, made of gold?"
Lu Yan wanted to say a few more words, but he just said, "Throw it away if you don't want it."
"..."
On Xiao Heng's side, traffic and horns sounded.
As soon as Xiao Heng got off the car, University C was across the street. The plaque of University C was dazzled by the sunlight. He stood there for a while, listening to Lu Yan's distraught voice from the other end of the phone, "How much money do you fucking have?" Ah", he walked slowly across the street.
When Xiao Heng went, Professor Hu had just finished class, and he put on airs and said, "Okay, I still know I'm coming."
Xiao Heng called him "Professor Hu".
Professor Hu closed the teaching plan, blew on his beard, tapped the pen in his hand on the table and said: "According to your performance during this period, if you want to graduate smoothly, I can tell you that it is very difficult! You missed this semester." The class is enough to expel you three times!"
Professor Hu thought of saying the important words first, and then leave some leeway for Xiao Heng later, trying to make the child learn to be grateful. After Xiao Heng said a few words of reflection, the incident would have passed.
After all, he is also the young master of the Xiao family. He was entrusted by Xiao Qishan, and he has always turned a blind eye to this master.
"If you want to graduate smoothly now, you—"
Professor Hu's abacus was very powerful, but Xiao Heng smashed his abacus unexpectedly.
Xiao Heng: "I'll go through the withdrawal procedures."
Professor Hu said "you" in the middle, and his tone took a sharp turn: "You—what are you talking about?!"
This Professor Hu pestered Zhai Zhuangzhi for many days in order to let the young master of the Xiao family go back to school. Now Xiao Heng came, but he stood in his office and told him that he would drop out of school.
Xiao Heng went out from the office and sat on the steps of the stairs to smoke.
The mobile phone was placed beside him. After smoking half a cigarette, the mobile phone began to vibrate continuously, and there was a string of numbers on it that kept beating. He can guess who it is without looking.
Xiao Heng smoked the cigarette unhurriedly, then picked up the phone and tapped to answer.
"Aren't you crazy—"
"I spent money to stuff you in, do you know what you're doing!"
Xiao Qishan seemed to be boiling an eagle during this time, waiting for Xiao Heng to be boiled to death when he went out, but the eagle was out of his control. Compared with rage, it was more panic that he refused to admit: "Without a diploma, what can you do!"
Before Xiao Heng answered the phone, he thought he would be irritable.
I thought it was like before, when I heard Xiao Qishan's voice, I couldn't breathe.
But he didn't, and he didn't have any emotions.
He could even calmly say to Xiao Qishan: "I know what I'm doing."
"I also know what I can do."
Xiao Qishan was speechless for a moment.
Xiao Heng hung up the phone.
In the unread column, apart from the missed calls that Xiao Qishan made just now, there are a few messages from Zhai Zhuangzhi.
Xiao Heng clicked on the chat box, and instead of replying Zhai Zhuangzhi's sentence "Boss, you won't drop out of school, are you?", instead he typed a line: Ask you something.
[Zhai Zhuangzhi]:
[Xiao Heng]: The one in the forum before.
[Xiao Heng]: Who is he
Suddenly came a forum, Zhai Zhuangzhi reacted for a long time, and only replied after a few minutes: What forum? Could it be that... the miserable junior who had an affair with you? It seems to be called Xu Ye, from the Department of Computer Science.
The "miserable junior" Xu Ye, the person who once made a sensation on the forum, finished solving his physical needs, opened the door of the toilet cubicle and went out. On the wall facing the cubicle, there was another man leaning against him—the man saw him open the door and came out. looked at him.
Feeling that this scene seemed familiar, Xu Ye couldn't help but trembled: "..."