I don't know what other bands are like, anyway, Lu Yan thinks that the people in his band are probably crazy.
The day before the audition, the four of them went to the barber shop for styling.
Barber: "What kind of dye do you want?"
Lu Yan's other end hasn't moved much since the last cut. He sat on the side flipping through the color cards, and pointed to one of the colors: "This one."
Barber: "Dye your whole head?"
Lu Yan thought for a while, handed the color card to Da Pao, and said, "Stick dyeing."
"Okay," the barber went to look at Da Pao again, "What about you handsome guy... handsome guy, your yellow hair has been dyed very uniquely."
Da Pao is a representative of rural non-mainstream. He looks pretty and has a serious aesthetic deviation: "Give me a fiery red! I want to wear my shirt!"
"Fire red..." Li Zhen had a vague feeling that something was wrong, "It can't be the sequined dress you wanted to wear to greet Xu Ye, right? You haven't given up yet? You want to blind the judges?"
Da Pao: "Isn't it good-looking?" Da Pao turned his head and asked Lu Yan, "Brother, do you think it's not good-looking too?"
Lu Yan didn't know how to say: "...it's pretty, very pretty."
Li Zhen: "What a fart! Come here, let me show you mine."
The cannon came close.
Lu Yan glanced at it. This time, Li Zhen was wearing a mature man's style, wearing a suit and leather shoes. Xu Ye's style is even more special, he wants to wear a school uniform, college style.
Xu Ye: "Brother Yan, what are you wearing?"
Lu Yan didn't think as much as they did: "... I will wear it as usual."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he sat on the reclining chair, thinking of the four of them wearing different styles of clothes, he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache for the judges.
Lu Yan drifted out a few strands of hair, and the process of waiting for the coloring was really boring, so I opened Xiao Heng's chat box when I had nothing to do.
Xiao Heng's profile picture has been changed a long time ago, but at first glance, it is still the familiar black, but this black is full of stars, it is a landscape photo of the night sky. After Lu Yan enlarged the portrait, he vaguely saw half of the familiar wall from the side.
It was obviously the rooftop of their building.
Before Lu Yan could figure out what to post, Xu Ye asked him to look at the color. Lu Yan leaned over and leaned over. The T-shirt he was wearing today had a wide neckline. Xu Ye could see his lead singer if he took it off at a glance. On the cross necklace around his neck, he could still clearly see a few dark red traces burnt under Lu Yan's collarbone...then it was hidden in the shadows and couldn't be seen clearly.
The innocent college student Xu Ye moved the color card away from Lu Yan in a panic, and snatched it: "I, I, I, I pick it myself!"
Lu Yan just wanted to say what kind of illness this child is suffering from, until he sat back, lowered his head inadvertently, and saw the hickey: "..."
After that time, these red and purple marks on his body never disappeared.
When Lu Yan closed his eyes, he could recall Xiao Heng's head buried in him, the man's body was covered in sweat, leaving marks everywhere he touched. Xiao Heng likes to do this very much, even if he doesn't do it, he has to bite him a few times when the marks disappear.
Lu Yan expressed his opinion on this: "I have to go on stage at night."
Xiao Heng's tone was casual: "Come on, let me go up for a while."
"..."
Xiao Heng said again: "I didn't say that I wouldn't let you go."
Lu Yan almost wanted to kick him off the bed: "If you make it like this, why the fuck should I wear a high collar on stage?"
Xiao Heng didn't speak, his hands slid down his bare back inch by inch, and after a while he said, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."
Lu Yan didn't react: "What?"
"When you undressed on stage on the fourth anniversary."
Xiao Heng said without hesitation: "At that time, everyone in the audience was looking at you, but I wanted to hide you and make a fuss out of hiding."
Lu Yan didn't think about it anymore, he finally typed four words in Xiao Heng's chat box through gritted teeth.
Lu Yan: Damn you bastard.
It took a total of more than three hours for the hair to be dyed, blow-dried, and simply trimmed.
Lu Yan arrived home just in time for lunch, and was thinking about what to do for lunch, when he smelled the aroma of rice before he even opened the door.
Xiao Heng was using the induction cooker at home to cook. Lu Yan's kitchen was too small and there were not enough tools, so the types of meals he could cook were limited.
Lu Yan: "What are you doing?"
When Xiao Heng heard the door opening, he didn't look back: "The beast is cooking for you."
"..."
"... You don't even have a range hood?"
"No," Lu Yan walked over and said, "I can't afford it."
Xiao Heng didn't say anything else, and poured the freshly cut yam into it.
Lu Yan only smelled the smell, but didn't smell what he was cooking. When he got closer, he saw a pot of pork rib soup in the pot. The soup was very thick, not the dark dish as imagined: "Do you know how to cook?"
Xiao Heng put the lid on the pot and said, "No."
Lu Yan: "Then your pot..."
Xiao Heng turned around: "In this world, there is something called a recipe."
Lu Yan: "..."
Xiao Heng: "What I have learned now is easier than I imagined."
Lu Yan remembered that this person seemed to have followed the baby-rearing manual when he was raising the child. Apart from not being very good at coaxing the child, he also had a good grasp of theoretical skills.
Xiao Heng does learn everything very quickly.
Even if he wanted to, he could get a good grade in that finance class that didn't interest him.
There has been no such fireworks at home for a long time. Lu Yan is usually busy running rehearsals and performances, ordering takeaway and eating instant noodles. Unless one day is really empty, he will borrow Viagra's motorcycle to go to the vegetable market .
"Awesome," Lu Yan praised him, "Brother Heng is amazing."
Xiao Heng squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand and hooked a strand of Lu Yan's freshly dyed hair, and said, "Didn't you return the beast just now?"
Lu Yan secretly slandered: It was originally.
Xiao Heng's fingers hooked a faint gray-purple wisp.
Xiao Heng would have to ridicule that person if he wanted to put it on someone else's head, but Lu Yan was different.
Lu Yan hadn't dyed this color before, so he asked, "Isn't it pretty?"
Xiao Heng: "It looks good."
Xiao Heng cooked a total of three dishes, except that one of them put a little too much salt, there were basically no mistakes.
After Lu Yan finished his meal, he filled two more bowls of soup. He put down his chopsticks and was thinking about how to avoid the fate of washing dishes, but Xiao Heng naturally took the pile of bowls and chopsticks in front of him.
Lu Yan: "Why do you think of cooking?"
While washing the dishes, Xiao Heng said, "Eat well and go on the road."
"..." These words sound so strange.
Xiao Heng didn't bother him at night, and Lu Yan slept until dawn, feeling refreshed.
Xiao Heng was a light sleeper, and he woke up as soon as Lu Yan moved, leaning against the bedside to watch him pack his things, and after watching for a while, he also got out of bed.
Lu Yan was busy drying his hair, and he helped him get the jewelry from the box next to him.
Xiao Heng looked sleepy: "Which one do you wear?"
Lu Yan glanced sideways: "Whatever... just the earrings."
Xiao Heng stood behind him and put it on for him, and said after putting it on, "Are you nervous or not?"
Lu Yan looked calm on the surface, but in fact, he had already started to think about something.
It is rare to encounter such a large band competition.
Can you not be nervous
Lu Yan let out a breath and said, "A little bit."
Xiao Heng was still pinching his earlobe with his fingertips, and leaned closer to him: "I will cast a spell on you."
Lu Yan didn't understand what it meant: "What?"
Xiao Heng didn't answer, but just bowed his head and kissed the base of his ear.
"..." Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, and after two seconds, he turned off the hair dryer and said with a smile, "Does your magic work?"
"it works."
The weather is nice today.
Lu Yan borrowed Viagra's motorcycle and took Xiao Heng's "unknown magic" with him. He seemed to have a stronger sense of direction when going out, and followed the navigation all the way to the audition site smoothly.
Before leaving, Li Zhen repeatedly asked in the group: "Don't lose the chain, it's best if this thing can be done, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work, the important thing is the process."
Huang Xu and Jiang Yaoming also cheered them on.
Huang Xu acted as if he was about to compete in the last competition, and his voice was unsteady: "Fuck, hold on, guys, all the equipment is ready... Normal performance will definitely pass, me and Daming will be watching on TV when the time comes." Stand in front of the plane."
The audition location was set to be in a well-known music plaza in the downtown area of Xiamen City, but at 8:00 in the morning, the venue was already packed with people, including fans of the band, and those who just came here to watch the excitement.
The sound was booming and spread across several streets.
In the center of the music square is a white shed surrounded by several circles of auditoriums. Behind the shed stood a large promotional picture, with the words "New Year of the Band" placed in the middle, and the font design was enthusiastic and flamboyant, as if it was about to rush out of the poster.
Lu Yan stared at the line of words, and his blood couldn't help but flow up.
"Here you come?!" Li Zhen came out of the shed and waved at him, holding the number plate he just received in his hand, "We are number 25, here, paste them all, and then go to the lounge, and if it's your turn later We're here, someone will come and call us."
The so-called waiting room was also temporarily set up outside the venue.
Lu Yan pushed the door and went in, Captain Spades pointed at him: "Lu Yan, you dog, dare to appear in front of me."
Lu Yan smiled: "What's your number?"
Spade brightened the number plate in his hand: "13, what about you?"
"Behind you," Lu Yan found a place to sit down, and gave Spade a high-five as a sign of encouragement, "Come on."
Spades: "You too."
The lounge is full of old friends. Compared to the lounge, Lu Yan looked around this place and felt that this place was more like a second air-raid shelter.
Lu Yan finally looked at the entire transparent glass wall, where countless beams of light shone in from outside.
It's much brighter here than in the bomb shelter, he thought.
The waiting process was quite long. Lu Yan pasted the number plate on his clothes, with black characters on a white background, 25. When a staff member opened the door and rushed in, he shouted, "Come out with me on the 25th, the next one is ready." He, Li Zhen, The moment when Da Pao and Xu Ye stood up, they finally felt something real.
In the music square, the previous group had just finished performing.
There were five people sitting on the judging table, the middle one was a woman, wearing a smart suit, holding a pen in her hand, she turned her head slightly and asked, "Which band is next?"
The judge next to her lowered her eyebrows and turned back a page of information, and replied, "Ms. Ge, the next one is called... Vent."
There was no unnecessary expression on the woman's face. She took the information from the man and glanced at it casually.
What I want to say/motto fills in is a line of words:
—Run up, till the beam of light rushes from the ground to the ground.