When Lu Yan drove back, the gang that Megatron demolished the company had already left. Lu Yan got out of the car and threw the key to Viagra: "Viagra, return your son to you."
Viagra took it and walked around his precious motorcycle, checking from the handlebars to the tires.
"How is it?" Lu Yan asked while flicking his wrist, "Aunt Zhang's medical expenses have been recovered?"
Viagra confirmed that there was nothing wrong with his motorcycle, put the key back on his waist, and smiled: "Yes, two thousand and five, you still have to pay for Viagra?"
"Awesome." Lu Yan cheered.
"Then brother is going to work." Viagra looked at the time, "Do you have a show tonight? If not, we two have a drink tonight. I haven't had a drink with you for a long time."
Apart from having a few irregular part-time jobs during the day, Lu Yan is basically a night worker, going to bars at night.
Lu Yan said: "Another day, there is a place to run tonight."
Lu Yan is used to going to the bar two hours in advance to prepare, and when the time is almost there, he will start packing.
As a result, as soon as he put on his pants, the low-slung denim with a metal chain was loosely stuck on his hips. He continued to rummage through the closet with his bare upper body, and halfway through the rummage, he suddenly remembered that there were too many accidents today, and he still had an important thing to do. .
Lu Yan threw back the vest, and found a number called 'Sun Tong' from the address book.
The phone beeped twice and got through.
Immediately burst out a deafening disco Divine Comedy, because the volume was too strong, when it came over, several voices even exploded: "Shooting social shake! Buy a watch, buy a watch! I have a watch in my old pocket Party! You can’t do without shaking!”
"..."
Lu Yan took his hand away a little: "Brother Tong."
Then a man's voice came from the other end of the phone, his voice was louder than the Divine Comedy in the disco, and he shouted angrily: "Wait a minute! I'm busy!"
The voice paused.
Then there was another sentence: "Fuck you dare to suck white powder in Lao Tzu's shop-throw him out and call the police! Throw him away, eight fucking streets away from our bar... What the hell is going on with you, Lu Yan?"
Lu Yan glanced at the calendar. Today is May 1st. He felt that the way to cut into the topic should be a little more tactful: "Brother Tong, Happy Labor Day."
Sun Tong was standing at the door of the bar at the moment. He just cleaned up the idiot who was hiding in the toilet sucking white powder, and he was very sad.
"What the hell kind of festival?" Sun Tong couldn't bear it anymore, "Lu Yan, if you have a fart, let it go!"
Lu Yan then said: "That's it. I burned my head, will I be reimbursed?"
"What-?"
Sun Tong opened a bar near the business district of Xiamen City. Although he has senior qualifications, the policy is getting stricter and it is not easy to open a bar. If this group of young people go crazy at night and come to a crowd to take drugs secretly, they will be caught Even if he jumped into the river, he couldn't wash himself off. If you are not careful, you will get a yellow card.
He usually has too many things to do, and he didn't think of it for a while when he heard the perm.
Until Lu Yan said again: "As for that stupid hairstyle that looks like a fire from a distance and looks like a broom up close, I advise you to have a little conscience in life."
Lu Yan and the band he formed, four young people have been singing in his store for almost four years.
Last week he suggested that the young man should be given a special look.
but…
"Brother Zhang." Just as Sun Tong was thinking, a bartender came out of the shop, but he didn't know what to say.
Sun Tong had a headache, waved his hand at the bartender, and told him to wait a while: "Why are you so stupid, that hair! It shows the word handsome! Two words mean super handsome! Brother Tong, I played in a band when I was young At that time, this stuff was very popular, I used to have this hairstyle, you young people really don’t understand it now—but isn’t your band’s performance tonight canceled?”
"Cancel?"
"Ah, yes, just now, Daming and Xu Zi called me together, saying they couldn't come... I thought you had discussed it, but I asked them if you knew about it, and they both hemmed and hawed for a long time and said yes."
As Sun Tong spoke, the other end of the phone fell silent.
Sun Tong wanted to ask what was going on again, but he didn't finish his sentence in half: "You guys—hey."
Lu Yan didn't know what he said in the end until he hung up the phone, what he said to Sun Tong.
His mind was broken for a long time.
The phone rang, and there were two identical messages on it.
One by Huang Xu, one by Jiang Yaoming:
[Brother, we can’t do this anymore. ]
This was followed by another person who had apparently just learned of the incident as well.
Li Zhen:? ? ? ? ?
What the fuck is going on! One or two nonsense!
Today is April Fool
No, today is Labor Day!
fuck is this real? !
Lu Yan stared at the screen of the mobile phone, closed his eyes, and typed back when he opened them again: Don't fuck, really.
He added two more sentences:
- Call them up and come out and meet.
-old place.
After Lu Yan finished sending, he didn't care what Li Zhen would reply, and threw the phone aside.
His eyes fixed on the mottled wall, on which was a poster, which he said was a poster, but it was actually a print out of a photo he had taken.
The scene in the poster is a bar, with psychedelic lights shining down from the top, and the stage with barely squeezed four people looks like it will glow.
The audience is a crowd of raised hands.
They hide in this gloom. Follow the shout in your own way.
A cloth was hung on the pole in front of the stage.
Like a flag, there are four English letters on it: Vent.
The bottom of the poster reads—
Band members: lead singer Lu Yan, drummer Li Zhen, guitarist Huang Xu, bassist Jiang Yaoming.
The old place that Lu Yan mentioned was a street stall.
Usually, after the band's performance, they often come here to drink, chat about songs, chat about performances, and talk some colorful trash talk.
When Huang Xu and Jiang Yaoming appeared at the intersection in front of them, the skewers were almost roasted, and Li Zhen drank two bottles of wine by himself, holding the bottle to vent his emotions: "Don't say it sooner, let's talk about it later, I just chose to start the show Before, is there anything that we can't discuss together? Huh? Is this a brother, is it a brother who can do this?"
Lu Yan sat beside him, shaking the cigarette ash, but did not speak.
"Brother Yan, Brother Zhen." Huang Xu was not tall, and he was very thin. He finished calling hesitantly, and said embarrassingly, "Brother Yan, your hair is so permed."
Jiang Yaoming stood behind and nodded: "It's really cool, I just watched it from afar."
Four people sat at a table, and the atmosphere was slightly silent.
After all, they are teammates who have been together for four years. Lu Yan broke the silence: "What's going on? Let's talk?"
Huang Xu and Jiang Yaoming lowered their heads and no one spoke. After a while, Huang Xu said, "My mother is sick..."
The two of them are very similar. They have been running around with their pianos since they were sixteen years old, and their family strongly opposed them. No one understands what a band is or what "rock and roll never dies" is.
But while life gives people courage, it also keeps teaching people to give up.
How long have you been in the band
How long have you been underground
I used to practice passionately regardless of day and night, but now I lie on the bed at night and can't sleep with my eyes open, and what keeps circling in my mind is the idea that I don't know when I don't know: Forget it.
It's not uncommon for bands to break up.
It's all too common.
During the rehearsal in the air-raid shelter in the past few years, various bands came and went in the air-raid shelter, formed a group, and disbanded.
The ideal is too full and the reality is too skinny. When you are young, you can pursue your dreams without hesitation. After a few years, you find that there is always an invisible and intangible thread growing on your body. Once you pull that force, you have to go back.
Lu Yan couldn't remember how many cigarettes he smoked: "... As long as Auntie is fine, it's decided?"
Huang Xu raised his head abruptly, couldn't hold back anymore, tears fell straight down, and choked up, "Brother Yan."
Lu Yan was really not good at dealing with this kind of tragic atmosphere, so he stood up on the ground and planned to get drinks from the refrigerator: "Speak well, don't cry in front of me—"
Li Zhen put down the wine bottle he was holding, and said, "What are you doing crying, those who don't know think we are performing a bitter drama at eight o'clock."
This breakup meal lasted until after ten o'clock.
The business of the barbecue stand is booming, and a few children gather together to chase each other around the stall. As the least developed area in the lower city, the only advantage compared with other places in the city is that you can see the stars at night.
It was a normal day like any normal day.
After the dinner was over, Lu Yan didn't take the bus, and walked forward for a while. Halfway through, he drank too much alcohol and felt nauseated, so he squatted down and retched.
Maybe because he drank too much, he stared at the reflection of the street lamp and remembered the first time he saw Huang Xu and Jiang Yaoming four years ago.
To be honest, these two guys are not very good at playing the piano. He and Li Zhen met him because they went to other bands for auditions and were not selected. But at that time, the two boys were full of energy. Just shine.
Then the picture in my mind turned to the barbecue stall. Huang Xu said without any fluctuations in his eyes: "I bought the ticket to go back, and the train will take three days. My mother has stabilized. My family found me in the county. A job, auto repair... This is what I learned when I was in vocational school, but I didn't finish my studies, and the salary was quite stable."
Lu Yan supported the roadside steps, the street in front of him seemed to be empty, and there was a strong sense of unreality between the interlacing of light and shadow.
It took him more than an hour to walk back to the community, and he thought a lot back and forth during this hour.
In the summer four years ago, when their band was just formed, it was a band that no one knew about. A few people can't cooperate well. If you find a word to describe it, it's a partnership and a solo effort, expressing an idea personally: get out of the way, this is my place!
From 15 to 19 years—they rehearsed day and night in the city's air-raid shelters, making crazily loud noises in this secret, dark, and confined space.
Lu Yan walked to the gate of the Seventh District. Among the ruins, a few lights were on in the third unit of No. 6.
go upstairs.
open the door.
Standing in the bathroom, Lu Yan finally had a sense of reality beyond illusion. The cold water rushed down from the top of his head, and the broom head on his head drooped obediently after washing.
This stupid dynamite head that was hot for the show didn't come in handy in the end.
I can't tell what I feel in my heart.
Maybe it's regret.
I would have known what to do with all that effort.
After taking a shower, Lu Yan didn't bother to dry his hair. He leaned on the edge of the sink with one hand, and gestured with a pair of scissors in the other hand, trying to find the best position to start.
The hair dye was applied from the second half of the hair. The reddish-purple gradient followed the original black area, but it was not applied evenly, and the height and depth were different.
In the end, Lu Yan made a few random cuts based on his feeling.
With broken hair sticking to his face, he took water and washed his face, and opened his eyes to look in the mirror after washing.
After the hair was cut short, there were only a few strands of inconspicuous highlights at the end of the hair. Lu Yan, who hadn't cut his hair short for a few years, touched the exposed nape of his neck and felt that he was not very used to it.
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