The three sat together, head to head, with a mobile phone under the three heads.
After a long silence, Li Zhen and Da Pao slapped their thighs at the same time and said:
"Why are you still hesitating, whoever is afraid of whom."
"Brother, we've got the ticket!"
"What's the deal? You gangsters, where did you learn it?" Lu Yan patted Da Pao's head with a smile, then took out a box of lozenges from his trouser pocket, threw one into his mouth and said, "Report chant."
Li Zhen made the final decision: "Unanimous vote, Xu Ye is not present and has no right to speak."
This happened so suddenly that no news had leaked before, and the news exploded throughout the downtown area. It was as if the band of musicians had glimpsed the faint light of the sky from an otherwise dead wall.
Especially Li Zhen, as the senior resident drummer in the lower city, he has played in the band longer than Lu Yan.
Lu Yan thought that the drummer's birthday was coming up, so he bit the candy and asked, "Your 30th birthday..."
Li Zhen emphasized: "Twenty-nine, it's twenty-nine!"
Lu Yan: "Is there any difference?"
Li Zhen: "This age is a gap!"
Lu Yan: "Okay, okay, twenty-nine. Lao Zhen, speaking of you playing drums, this is already the first, first..."
Before Lu Yan finished counting, Li Zhen took his words and said, "Fourteen years."
He started playing drums at the age of fifteen, and he has participated in more bands than ten fingers can count. At the beginning, Lu Yan collaborated on the song "Good Luck Comes" on the celebration stage of the shopping mall and fell in love with his drumming skills. Tian chased him and asked him if he wanted to create a miracle.
…
But at that time, Li Zhen's band had just disbanded, so he really didn't want to start a band anymore.
Too many years, tired.
Gathering and scattering, no amount of love can bear it.
Later, Li Zhen couldn't take it anymore, and asked him a little bit brokenly: "I don't have that intention, I don't have any intention, do you understand what it means? Can a rocket soar into the sky in one breath?"
The boy with brow studs stood at the door of the piano store and asked him, "If you don't join the band, then what do you want to do?"
After Li Zhen gave up the band at that time, he already had a new goal of his own: "I'm teaching in the piano shop... No, it's none of your business!"
"I'm not some rocket."
That Lu Yan said to him four years ago.
"You don't know what will happen after forming a band, and I can't guarantee it. Just because I don't know, I call everything that can be done a miracle."
Turning back time, Li Zhen felt at this moment that a miracle had really come.
How would you know that there will be a band selection program four years from now
Da Pao was so excited that he performed an impromptu performance on the spot with the piano on his back. Li Zhen played the drums with his hands, and the two cooperated quite tacitly.
Lu Yan crushed the lozenge in his mouth, continued to read the registration notes, and finally turned back to the top.
Apart from a few heavyweight musicians and judges at the top of the promotional picture, it was the short-haired woman in the red dress with sharp eyebrows. Lu Yan silently said her name again while biting the lozenges.
The three went crazy for a while in Parker's recording studio.
Lu Yan glanced at the time, it was several hours past dinner time, and he might not even be able to catch the last bus, so he got up and said, "Let's go, I'm going back."
Li Zhen: "Back so early?"
Cannon: "Yes, brother, let's have a drink together."
Lu Yan took the clothes, stood at the door, and refused straight away: "I am a man with a family now."
Li Zhen: "..."
Cannon: "..."
Lu Yan who has a "family" didn't forget to bring something to eat to the guy in the Internet cafe before he went back. The two chatted a few words on Weichat. Lu Yan was looking for a restaurant while chatting, but the business hours of the restaurants in the upper and lower urban areas were abnormal. The market share is dominated by roadside stalls, and there are almost no places to sell regular meals.
He walked a few ways before he came across a convenience store, went in and swept up a few things, bread, rice balls, whatever he saw.
"A total of fifty-eight," the salesperson asked after scanning the QR code, "How do I pay?"
"Wait a minute, I'm looking for something."
While waiting for the QR code to be scanned, Lu Yan wanted to find another box of lozenges from the nearby grocery shelf, but he didn't see any lozenges after searching for a long time.
I didn't see the lozenges, but I saw a box of things on the bottom shelf.
It says, ultra-thin, close fit, lubricated and comfortable...
Lu Yan looked at it twice, didn't know what to think, took a box and threw it in.
Xiao Heng sat in the Internet cafe, instead of waiting for Lu Yan, he waited for an unexpected call.
"... How are you doing recently?" The woman came up with a slightly concerned question.
The Big Stomach King ad was posted for three days, and some people couldn't sit still.
"Is there something wrong?" Xiao Heng asked back.
The woman's voice was gentle and calm: "I want to talk to you, when do you have time?"
Xiao Heng glanced at the time, raised his hand to take off the earphones, and walked outside the Internet cafe: "Three minutes."
The woman said: "I don't mean anything else, I just... want to see you, shall we meet and talk?"
"It's not necessary."
The woman knew that there was no room for negotiation, she was silent for two seconds, and got straight to the point: "I know you have problems with me and your dad, and we really didn't take your feelings into account." It's your home. I didn't want to tie you and Xiao's family together as an heir, Mom saw that, you have your own ideas... But you can definitely go further than now, come back. "
While talking, Xiao Heng had already walked to the entrance of the Internet cafe. The street view was bleak, and the store opposite had just closed down, with a sign on the door saying "the industry is in depression, it can't continue to open, the store is transferred".
The half of the cigarette in his hand just burned to the end, he was stunned, and pressed the cigarette butt against the wall with his backhand.
Women are much smarter than Xiao Qishan, she never said unnecessary nonsense, just like back then she only used one pleading "I came here too, please, don't mess with your father", a basin of cold water drenched him to the bone.
It's the same now, "You can go farther than now", but if he really has any thoughts, he will easily fall into her way.
But Xiao Heng just called her suddenly: "Mom."
Xiao Heng's "Mom" was extremely ironic, and he hadn't heard him call this word for many years, and even the woman on the other end of the phone was subconsciously stunned when she heard it.
"I called you mom today because... I always thought it was strange that you gave birth to me," Xiao Heng said with a nonchalant smile, "Why did you give birth to me? I don't really want to live in this place. World."
When Xiao Heng said this, even though he had completely left the Xiao family, thinking that he should have no emotions at all, he still thought of himself too highly. He took a deep breath and stared across the street, the corner where he had spat into the trash can at the end of the street that was blocked by a wall.
Through that wall, he seemed to be able to see the naughty smile on the corner of someone's mouth when he squatted there and shouted "You are super handsome today".
Then after a short silence, the woman heard him say: "It's different now, I was born, I am very grateful to you."
"Where I want to go, I will walk there by myself."
Call dropped.
Half an hour later, Lu Yan lifted a bag of things, opened the black curtain of the Internet cafe, and bent over to enter.
He is very familiar with the network administrator directly opposite the door. There is a long table with a small door next to it. On the table is a computer and a mainframe. It's just that the person hiding behind the computer has turned into a young man with a strange face. The young man tilted his head and poked his head out from behind the computer: "On the computer?"
"No," Lu Yan shook the plastic bag in his hand and said, "I'm looking for someone."
The young man yawned and shrank back from the computer.
Lu Yan glanced inside.
His boyfriend was in the last row, but he was not typing on the keyboard. The man leaned back, his chin was slightly raised a few degrees, with a bit of arrogance, the cuffs of the dark shirt were folded up, and the earphones were hanging around his neck. . His fingers rested on the table, and an unlit cigarette was caught between his fingers.
Xiao Heng was about to light a cigarette, but the cigarette in his hand was mercilessly snatched away by a hand, and then a bag of things was thrown in front of him, and looking up was Lu Yan's face.
Lu Yan very naturally brought the cigarette to his mouth and bit it, and said in a tone that I can smoke but you can't: "Smoker, smoke less."
Xiao Heng tapped his hand on the table a few times, and his voice became hoarse because he continued to smoke: "The recording is over?"
Lu Yan sat on the empty seat next to him, lowered his head and lit the cigarette by himself: "Well, I finished recording the cannon."
"My English is so bad that I still need a foreign tuner."
"It's cheap," said Lu Yan, who couldn't help himself when he mentioned this. "And when I first asked him out, I thought Lao Tzu's music could cross borders."
Also fucking across borders.
Xiao Heng has been in a bad mood since he received that call, but he found that once he heard Lu Yan's voice, he lost all thoughts.
Xiao Heng simply took a few mouthfuls, and then started to enter the keyboard mode again: "I still have a while, you go back first?"
He took two puffs of the cigarette in Lu Yan's hand before pinching it out. He has seldom smoked recently: "It's okay, I'll wait for you."
Xiao Heng didn't speak anymore, he didn't care about his surroundings when he was working.
It is estimated that they will not be able to respond to the earthquake.
The computer desks are connected in a long row.
The desktop has been scratched with all kinds of sharp things, and Lu Yan waited for a while and lay down to sleep for a while. He first put his arm on his pillow, but when he saw Xiao Heng knocking for a while, he couldn't help it. Move your arms away and put your ears directly on the table.
The sound of the keyboard is clearer.
Lu Yan closed his eyes.
When he woke up again, the keyboard sound had stopped.
Xiao Heng's coat was draped over his shoulders. Lu Yan straightened up, and the coat slid down: "Why don't you call me when you're done?"
Xiao Heng: "I see you slept soundly."
On the way back, Lu Yan talked a lot, and briefly mentioned the band competition.
The two held hands brazenly in the street.
Lu Yan squeezed Xiao Heng's hand and shook it: "There is a band competition...Ge Yunping, you know. If you don't know, you can remember it now. She is my future manager."
Xiao Heng knew about Ge Yunping, as long as she was a normal person who could surf the Internet, no one would not know her. Ge Yunping is the number one person in today's music scene who can do a behind-the-scenes job better than an artist in front of it.
Xiao Heng restrained him with a backhand: "The game is still unmatched, and you are unilaterally announcing it?"
Lu Yan: "Just kidding."
As a "product" of capital, Xiao Heng has a very thorough understanding of the capital world. It's not that the Xiao family doesn't have entertainment companies. In the eyes of these underground musicians, the band competition may be a ladder leading to their dreams. The stage where their music is heard all over the world.
But the reality may just be a "capital game".
Xiao Heng knew that he shouldn't say this at this time, but he still reminded: "Do you usually watch talent shows?"
Lu Yan: "Occasionally, some singer who was quite popular before, I have watched a few episodes."
"You know..." Do you know about capital manipulation, do you know that whoever the program group wants will live, and whoever wants to die will die.
"what do you know?"
Xiao Heng really didn't want to say that set of rules, he wanted to forget it, but Lu Yan heard the meaning in the words: "Shadow?"
Lu Yan smiled again after speaking: "Worried about me?"
Lu Yan walked halfway and didn't go any further. He sat on the stone steps, and the long street stretched to the end of the road below him. He grabbed a stone from his hand: "Do you remember the sentence in the air-raid shelter? That sentence... to rush to the ground."
Lu Yan patted the ashes on his hands, and said: "But when I first started playing in the band, like many people, I held the idea that I didn't want to be with this world. What about the ground, the underground is the musician. Room to breathe."
When Lu Yan said this, he squinted his eyes, as if going back to the third year of high school through the street in front of him. In the bar where their band performed, there was a girl with straight hair and a vague face in school uniform.
Chaotic bar, lights, band noise, screaming vocals.
In fact, Lu Yan didn't know the girl's name until now, she would come every once in a while. At that time, the black heart teammate joked with him and said: Hey, this girl always stares at you when she comes.
Lu Yan had an impression of her, but it was only at the stage of impression, and he didn't pay much attention to it.
Until one day, a girl in school uniform blocked him backstage, and he was about to say "Let me go", but the girl said three words: "Thank you."
When she said this, her eyes were wet.
"Thank you for the song," she said.
Lu Yan didn't know what she had experienced, what had happened, and what unspeakable secrets she had.
Xiao Heng sat next to Lu Yan, and the wind blew from behind.
"She said thank you?"
"Well," Lu Yan threw down the stone in his hand, "... I was quite surprised at the time." I never thought that the power I got from the song could illuminate others.
Stones as big as fingernails echoed in the empty environment.
"Boyfriend, I'm not that stupid."
"I never thought that this road would be absolutely bright. I even thought that if the program team gave me the script, would I act? If I don't cross the bottom line, I might act."
Xiao Heng seems to have forgotten that Lu Yan has always had a mature quality that is different from ordinary people.
He's fully aware of all the obstacles, and perhaps the nastiness, of the 'rush to the ground' path - but he's going anyway.
Xiao Heng didn't speak any more, his palm rested on the rough stone steps, and his little finger was close to Lu Yan's.
He suddenly wanted to look up at the night sky in the lower city.
Above his head was still a magnificent sky full of stars, which almost dazzled his eyes, but the brightest eyes were not as bright as Lu Yan's eyes when he was speaking at the moment.