Xiao Heng stood in the last row.
There are voices in the ear, and there are countless pairs of raised hands in front of you.
But he looked across the sea of people, and all the noisy voices seemed to gradually disappear, and finally fell on someone on the stage who seemed to glow under the light.
Lu Yan put on makeup today, and the already prominent facial features were drawn more intensely.
The song is over.
Everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere of the new song, until someone in the front row screamed, "Lu Yan!!!"
Only then did the atmosphere in the audience become lively again.
Someone even jokingly shouted: "Put on your clothes quickly! Mom won't allow you to do this!"
Lu Yan held on to the wheat rack with one hand, and one side of the clothes on his body had slipped off unconsciously. The black gauze was folded in the crook of his arms. Looking from the stage, he could clearly see the man's sunken collarbone, and his emaciated face. shoulder.
After being reminded, Lu Yan did not pull up his clothes.
He let go of the hand holding the microphone stand, and directly took the microphone in his hand, preparing for the next song. In Li Zhen's quick and clear "tom", the melody of the next song sounded, and Lu Yan swayed to the rhythm with this disheveled appearance for a while.
The man's waist was originally slender, and when he shook it, the clothes fell even lower, almost hanging down to his wrists.
Then Lu Yan took the mic, followed the rhythm of the drum set, and took off the clothes on his body before singing the first line—
The audience screamed.
After Lu Yan took off his clothes, he walked to the edge of the stage. The venue was small, and there was almost no boundary between the stage and the stage.
He squatted down slowly, allowing the audience to reach up.
It is almost normal for their band to hold a deficit in concerts, and they always adhere to the four-character principle: steady loss and no profit. It can also be seen from the lighting and stage layout that the money was burned badly.
The stage background cloth had the word "resurrection" painted crookedly with paint, and there were a few bloody handprints.
Under the lingering light and smoke, Lu Yan is topless, like a silhouette coming out of a painting.
The second half was still old songs, a typical rock scene.
During the light change, Xiao Heng felt a crazy restlessness and a power so strong that it seemed to be able to pierce the eardrum.
It was the first time he saw such a show.
Lu Yan's appearance on stage was different from that in the air-raid shelter.
Wherever he passes is his battlefield.
—As long as he appears, no one is unwilling to bow down for him.
The entire show lasts one and a half hours.
For a whole hour and a half, Lu Yan only took a ten-minute break in the middle. He was covered in sweat, and he stood on the stage and said, "The last song."
The mood of the audience in the audience dropped significantly, and some even shouted "no" reluctantly.
Lu Yan raised an index finger to his mouth, signaling them not to make trouble: "Shh, be good."
Lu Yan paused before saying: "Thank you for coming today. Last year, I sang this song last year. I still want to end with it this year. See you on the fifth anniversary."
The audience gradually became quiet.
The last song was a chorus. Lu Yan hooked the necks of other players and brought the microphone closer. Da Pao started, followed by Xu Ye. When it was Li Zhen's turn, he was still struggling to beat the drums, sweat splashed, and shouted into the microphone: "Take a deep breath!"
Li Zhen's singing is still full of soul, not a single note is in tune, perfectly interpreting what is called downfall.
Lu Yan almost laughed.
He squatted on the ground, took back the hand that was holding the microphone for Li Zhen, turned the microphone in his hand, and then sang the next sentence with his head down: "Go through the night/Never stop."
Xiao Heng couldn't be more familiar with that song.
It was the song he heard when he opened his eyes the next day while lying on the sofa in Lu Yan's house after he gave up everything and ran out from Xiao's house. It was also the song that Lu Yan sang to him once on the rooftop, telling him that the sun would rise again tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Xiao Heng went to look at the tattoo on Lu Yan's wrist.
It's too far away to see clearly, but he can outline the shape even if he closes his eyes.
Black with seven horns.
Lu Yan said that his experience of getting a tattoo was an understatement. Later, Xiao Heng accidentally saw a few copies of "Vocal Music Guidance" and "Vocal Music Intensive Training: 100 Singing Tips" in his bookcase.
…
Xiao Heng said in his heart that it was not Lu Yan who picked him up on the rainy night when he came out of Xiao's house.
But God let him find a star.
The 4th Anniversary Resurrection Concert of VENT band came to a successful conclusion.
After the show ended, several people collapsed in the background.
Li Zhen's upper body was lying on the chair, he kept sliding down, and his butt almost fell to the ground: "I'm going to break it with my hands, Xiao Ye is doing well today, God played!"
"My hands were shaking in the first half of the game. I have never seen so many people since I grew up." After Xu Ye finished speaking, he also slumped on the chair in the same posture and said, "It's really cool, and there will be no more people in the future." After thinking about it, my hands seem to move by themselves."
Only Cannon has unlimited energy: "Let's go eat later? Brother, where should we eat?"
Several people were talking about the performance, only Lu Yan remained silent.
Holding his mobile phone, he was staring at the message in the chat box in a daze.
-The show was fantastic.
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Cannon leaned over, "Where are we going to eat?"
Lu Yan leaned against the back of the chair, crossed Erlang's legs, pushed Cannon's head with one hand and pushed him out, and didn't have time to think about where to eat: "... go and discuss it with your Brother Zhen."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, the phone vibrated again.
There are three simple and clear words on it.
-I'm leaving.
Lu Yan moved his hands faster than his brain, and before he could react, he had already sent two words, and added a very urgent exclamation point: Don't go!
"..."
Lu Yan put down his raised legs obediently, and sat up abruptly.
But don't send both words, Lu Yan couldn't think of any explanation for a moment, and after sitting upright for a few seconds, he simply sent another sentence: Anyway, let's go together
A few minutes later, Xiao Heng replied.
[Xiao Heng]: Come out.
[Xiao Heng]: The side door.
"You guys eat." After receiving the reply, Lu Yan got up and went out, "I won't go, this meal is my treat."
After finishing speaking, regardless of Li Zhen yelling behind him, he yelled, "You fucking run away!"
The side door is not far away.
Before he could walk a distance, Lu Yan couldn't control himself and started to run. He shortened the five-minute distance by half. He stopped not far away, took a breath, and before he got closer, he saw Xiao Heng on the side.
It was windy at night, and the man put on a black coat, which almost blended into the night.
"How to go through the side door?" Lu Yan approached and asked.
Xiao Heng said: "Do you want to go to the main gate and become an all-powerful superstar?"
Lu Yan really forgot his "superstar" status.
Compared with the crowded main entrance after the show, there are indeed no people at the side entrance.
"It's not appropriate," Lu Yan nodded and said, "When I appear, I must be crazy."
Xiao Heng sneered; "If you say you are fat, you are still out of breath."
Lu Yan: "Fact."
"Didn't you see how many people are fascinated by you, Brother Yan..." Lu Yanqiu didn't even need to write a draft, and went all the way to the station.
Xiao Heng didn't speak, just glanced at him: "Isn't it cold?"
Lu Yan was still wearing the translucent shirt, which spoiled the appearance of the city a bit when walking on the road.
He just wanted to say "fuck, I forgot to change my clothes", but just as the word "fuck" came out of his mouth, Xiao Heng had already taken off the coat on his body and directly covered his head: "Put it on. "
Lu Yan pulled the clothes off his head and put them on after a slow reaction.
Xiao Heng's clothes were already loose, so he looked bigger when he wore them. Lu Yan looked down at his hands. He straightened his hands and spread five fingers, only to find that only half of them were exposed.
The coat still has the residual warmth of the previous owner.
Lu Yan felt that smoke was coming from all over his body. If the road was not too dark, he might not be able to hide it at all.
He took two steps forward and almost bumped into the electric pole.
He was pulled over by Xiao Heng: "Superstar, can you see the way."
"I didn't notice just now," Lu Yan asked in order to ease the embarrassment, "Why are you here? Did you go to the underground bar to buy tickets?"
Xiao Heng: "How about waiting for some unworthy descendant to give me a free ticket?"
Unworthy descendant Lu Yan: "..."
While talking, the bus drove over. It wasn't until a second before getting in the car that Lu Yan remembered the clothes he had left on the field.
"Wait a minute!"
Lu Yan hastily stretched out his hand to grab Xiao Heng's clothes: "I didn't take anything."
The two walked back to the venue again, and the entire performance venue had been completely emptied. Li Zhen and the others also packed up their equipment and went to eat somewhere. In the empty venue, only a few basic equipment that had been on the stage remained.
The clothes that Lu Yan forgot to take was a T-shirt, but the clothes were secondary. The main reason for the trip back was that he put his wallet in the closet with his ID card and keys inside.
Xiao Heng stood downstairs waiting for him, lit a cigarette and said, "Three minutes, I won't wait for you for a second."
After Lu Yan went upstairs, he was dragged and chatted for a while by the cleaning staff who stayed behind.
Staff: "You guys are really good at the scene! I bought your band's album before, and I really liked it at that time—"
Lu Yan didn't interrupt him.
After the staff member finished talking, he said, "Thank you."
Staff: "Could you sign me up!"
"… sure."
"Can I take a picture!"
"..."
Wait for Lu Yan to go downstairs again, not to mention the past three minutes, more than ten minutes.
Xiao Heng, who said it was too late, was still waiting for him at the original position. After the venue was cleared, all the special effects lights were turned off.
Lu Yan accidentally walked up the stage from the stairs on the side of the stage, and walked to the front of the microphone stand—the position where Xiao Heng was standing was calculated according to the seat just now, which happened to be the last row, which happened to be... When he sang a new song, "Yes view" direction.
Almost like a scene reenactment.
It's just that people go to the market now.
Lu Yan stood on the stage and looked down, Xiao Heng was the only one in the backstage after the show.
The man's whole body was hidden in this dense fog-like darkness, only the sparkling smoke between his fingers lit up bit by bit like breathing.
"Let's go." When Xiao Heng spoke, the cigarette in his hand trembled.
Lu Yan was still wearing Xiao Heng's coat, and felt that the emotions he was standing on the stage at that time could not be suppressed no matter how much he suppressed.
He moved his fingers and supported the wheat stand through the soft cloth. He obviously didn't drink, but he seemed to be drunk and couldn't control himself. He asked inconsequentially, "Do you want to listen to that new song again?"
Lu Yan sang a cappella this time.
The lights on the field were turned off, the circuit was cut off, and the microphone stand in his hand was useless.
There is no accompaniment.
There are no lights.
…
There was only his voice in the empty venue, and the only audience in the audience.
"If… "
"If I've never seen the sun..."
Lu Yan had never sung a song so badly before, he couldn't control his voice, he was too nervous, he sang tremblingly and flutteringly, and he couldn't continue singing halfway through.
He simply stopped.
"That," Lu Yan kept telling himself not to run away, he closed his eyes, and said again, "—do you want to fall in love with me?"