Parker only understood one word, "time".
So he hesitantly replied Xu Ye's name, wanting to ask where this young man who can speak English is.
Of course Xu Ye was in class.
Although this high-achieving student in the Computer Science Department of University C can already swing his arms on stage, take off his clothes and throw them on the stage, when he is interested, he will even snatch Lu Yan's microphone to grab the lyrics.
But he is still a good boy who never plays with his mobile phone in class.
Now Parker chatting with Lu Yan is very able to associate, expand imagination, and develop his own thinking. The two chatted "how are you doing" in a bizarre way of communicating across languages.
Halfway through the chat, Xiao Heng's news came back.
[Xiao Heng]: I was in a meeting just now.
Xiao Heng undid the two buttons, and looked at the phrase "Do you miss your boyfriend?" after posting.
Lu Yan was still chatting with Parker, and the input method didn't switch back for a while, and almost returned to a sentence in English.
[Xiao Heng]: How is the milk tea selling
Lu Yanhui: It's okay, a group just came after school, there are few people now.
When he replied, he raised his eyes and looked outside to make sure that there were no guests outside.
Xiao Heng was silent for two seconds.
Then make a direct phone call.
"What time do you get off work today?" The man's voice was lazy.
Lu Yan picked it up and looked at the time: "In half an hour..." He added casually, "I'm talking about the recording studio with Parker."
Xiao Heng: "The foreigner last time?"
Lu Yan: "It's cheaper there."
Xiao Heng suddenly called Lu Yan's name: "Yanyan."
Lu Yan: "Huh?"
Xiao Heng said again: "You let him go."
Lu Yan, who felt that his English level has improved a lot: "We chatted very well this time."
Xiao Heng sighed, and said in his heart that Shunli is a fart: "Push his business card to me." He paused and said, "Also, there is something called translation software in this world."
"..."
Just as Lu Yan was about to reply, a voice outside the window shouted, "Have a cup of milk tea."
Lu Yan heard the person on the other end of the phone chuckle and said, "Go and do your work. Your boyfriend misses you too."
Lu Yan was stunned before putting the phone on the side, straightened up, stretched out one arm sideways, and pressed twice on the ordering screen next to him: "Large cup, small cup?"
The person outside the window was not polite, even a little annoyed: "Hey, whatever."
"..." Lu Yan bent down to look at the customer outside the window, smiled and said, "Sir, we don't sell anything in our store."
The client was not tall, so Lu Yan bent down to meet him.
Quite mysterious.
sunglasses. Face mask. hat.
The whole face is tightly covered.
Lu Yan added: "Thirteen yuan for a big cup, nine yuan for a small cup, think about it."
Guest: "Then have a big glass."
Lu Yan: "Do you have any special requirements, do you want to add ice?"
Guest: "Add."
Lu Yan: "No taboos?"
The guest frowned: "...no."
Lu Yan felt that this customer did not come to buy milk tea.
In addition, he has a high sensitivity to sound, and he vaguely felt that he had heard this sound somewhere during the chat. However, the guest didn't speak again after that, so he didn't investigate further.
After washing his hands, he turned to get an empty glass and added ingredients according to the ingredient list.
A small MP3 was stuffed in his jeans pocket, a small piece protruded through the fabric, and the black headphone cable was stuffed in from the overalls, and the single cable was wrapped all the way behind the ear and hidden in his hair.
The songs in the earphones are playing randomly.
There are classic tracks of well-known bands, demos he usually records casually, and songs privately released by various underground bands.
Lu Yan put on the plastic cover, pinched and shook it a few times, then turned his head and asked, "Packing?"
Only then did he notice that the guest seemed to be looking at the workbook spread out on his desk.
The notepad is not very accurate, he does not work long hours, and occasionally forgets the ingredient list of non-hot drinks. The first few pages were written about work, and the rest of the pages were all scores written with the intermittent ballpoint pen in the shop for the past few days.
Lu Yan writes songs very casually.
Maybe a few melodies popped up in my mind when I was filling the milk tea, and I leaned on the plastic table to write them down.
Lu Yan closed the workbook, packed the milk tea, and drew a straw from the side.
"Go slowly."
The guest glanced at him through the sunglasses and reached out to take it.
At this time, another guest came, a young man chewing gum with his hands in his pockets.
"Brother, I think you look familiar," the newcomer couldn't help asking after ordering, "Have I met you somewhere?"
The guest probably watched their band's show, but after a while, his impression of what the lead singer of the Vent band looks like has become very vague.
Lu Yan said casually, "I, the public face."
After they left, Lu Yan had time to look at his phone.
Xiao Heng made an appointment with Parker: the recording studio time is about 9 am on weekends.
Xiao Heng probably waited for a few minutes before receiving a reply, and sent another question mark.
[Xiao Heng]:
Lu Yanhui: Got it.
He continued to call: I just met a strange guest.
Lu Yan wrote this and thought it was nothing special, so he deleted every word.
He raised his eyes, and saw that the previous guest, who was covered up like a terrorist, had his hands in his pockets, walked staggeringly, turned a corner, and walked across the street.
Lu Yan looked away.
He bit his pen and opened the workbook.
After crossing out the drum part, a harmonica, which is rarely used, was added in the middle part.
He just bent over and leaned on the table to write nursery rhymes for a while.
Lu Yan's milk tea shop is doing a good job.
On the way, the proprietress came over to look at the account book, and closed the account book after reading it: "Come on."
Lu Yan is kind and good, and he never forgets the speech he made when he joined the job to improve the happiness of the people: "Thank you boss, I will definitely..."
The proprietress still doesn't know what "dreams" the employees she recruited have. She interrupted with a smile: "Okay, just pretend that I don't understand the things you scribbled and changed in the notebook all day long."
Lu Yan touched the back of his neck.
After the proprietress left, there were no customers until the shop was closed. Lu Yan finished writing the second edition and was about to cap his pen when someone knocked on the window twice.
From his angle, only half of the man's shirt collar can be seen.
He didn't even need to look at his face to know who it was. The second button on the collar was buttoned by him before he went out in the morning.
Lu Yan pretended not to know: "This handsome guy, what do you want?"
"I'm looking for someone."
Lu Yan stood up straight.
"Find someone who looks good."
"I can write songs."
Xiao Heng said word by word: "The talented underground rock circle in the downtown area dominates."
Lu Yan couldn't hold back when he heard this. He didn't feel this confession line when he said it at the beginning, but after listening to it like this, he realized that these bragging words are very shameful.
Lu Yan put down the pen, and couldn't help laughing: "I remember so clearly... Are you done with the project?"
"Almost," Xiao Heng said, "They still have to prepare for the exam on weekends."
Lu Yan has been struggling in the society for four years, and is too far away from campus life, so he has long forgotten about exams: "That's right, it's almost time for the mid-term."
Xiao Heng: "Let's go home and have dinner."
Lu Yan: "It's a bad news. Our electric rice cooker has completely bid farewell to its normal function. If I won the first place in the square dance at that time, I might still have a mouthful of porridge."
Xiao Heng: "Then go out to eat?"
Lu Yan also had the same thought: "Is that noodle restaurant still good for you?"
Xiao Heng: "It's okay."
Lu Yan closed the shop with the key in his hand.
There are two locks on the door.
Xiao Heng stood on the sidelines watching him. After a busy day, he didn't have a good rest during this period. He was inevitably agitated by the high-intensity work. After the project framework was almost built, he had to re-invest in it. Every step is unknown.
But these emotions dissipated after seeing Lu Yan.
No words are even needed.
As long as he is there.
Just as he was thinking, Lu Yan closed the door, walked towards him, shook the key and said, "Let's go... Since you are free this weekend, do you want to come to the recording studio?"
Xiao Heng: "What am I going to do, be an assistant to a future superstar?"
Lu Yan: "Your proposal is not bad."
On Saturday, Xiao Heng was really dragged by Lu Yan.
It was the first time for Xiao Heng to participate in recording. Before that, he had only heard from Lu Yan that they quarreled in the recording studio because of a dispute over recording.
When the two got off the bus, Li Zhen and the others were already waiting at the station, dropped the cigarettes in their hands, got up and said, "It's time to come." After Li Zhen finished speaking, he paused again: "Why did you bring one?"
Lu Yan: "I bring my family, is there a problem?"
The location of the recording studio is farther than Xiao Heng imagined.
He followed Lu Yan and turned in from the residential building, making countless turns.
Li Zhen introduced at the side: "Don't look at our old Lu as a road idiot, he still found this place... as long as it is cheap enough, he can find it for you no matter where you are nesting. This recording company The shed charges 15 yuan less per hour than the previous one, and the hair was permed... "
mention the head.
Lu Yan gave him a kick: "Stop talking nonsense and watch the road."
Li Zhen: "I'm not wrong, I almost didn't find that place the first time I went there."
Lu Yan: "That's because I have a good sense of direction."
When the topic came to this point, he brought back the broom head, Li Zhen said: "Hey, your head back then was really exciting—"
Only Da Pao and Xu Ye were still out of the situation: "What head?"
Da Pao: "My elder brother got a burnt head?"
Da Pao looked at Lu Yan's current hairstyle—the half-length hair that was no different from what he remembered. If he had to say something different, it was just that the whole person looked harder. Other than that, he couldn't think of any haircuts his elder brother had ever had.
Lu Yan made a gesture to beat him up again, but Li Zhen avoided him.
Li Zhen shouted as he ran: "The surname is Xiao, take care of him!"
However, Xiao Heng completely had the attitude of "whatever my partner is doing is right".
Li Zhen: "... Forget it, I shouldn't have counted on you!"
In the fighting room, a few people entered the shed.
Parker had already prepared ahead of time.
Cannon recorded first, and Lu Yan sat next to Parker.
After recording songs in the past few years, he is very familiar with the various buttons on the mixer. Parker does not need to do the basic operations. He has already pressed the buttons in advance, and after a few seconds of silence, he said to the people inside: "This No way."
Cannon: "Why not!"
Lu Yan: "In the second quarter, the rhythm is fast."
This is the third time for the cannonball, and some collapsed: "Do it again?"
Lu Yan said: "Take a break first, you don't feel right now."
Cannon came out and wandered around twice, changed his mood and continued to record, but this time he did it all over again.
Xiao Heng sat on the sofa at the back and looked around. This recording studio was similar to what he had imagined, not too big, and even looked poor.
Most of the equipment is second hand.
There are posters of unknown bands on the walls.
Lu Yan's working state in the recording studio is different from usual. He is picky about the details, and he wants to scold people when his efficiency is low: "Li Zhen, are you worthy of 105 yuan for this hour?"
Li Zhen: "..."
After recording all the instruments, Lu Yan took off the monitor earphones, turned around and saw his boyfriend sitting on the side, pointing fingers at the screen again and again, occasionally looking at him distractedly.
Lu Yan walked over: "... What are you playing?"
Xiao Heng: "Fight the Landlord, have they finished recording?"
Lu Yan took a bottle of water from his side, unscrewed it and said, "Well, only the vocal part is left."
After drinking the water, Lu Yan coughed a few more times to test his voice, and asked, "Want to hear it?"
Xiao Heng raised his eyes.
Lu Yan held the water bottle and led him to the mixer: "Sit here and wear headphones." He put the monitor headphones on Xiao Heng's head.
After isolating all sounds.
When Xiao Heng heard Lu Yan's voice again, he and Lu Yan were only separated by a glass window.
The man was wearing a loose-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt, earphones, a microphone height adjustment, a silver chain on his hand, and a ready gesture to Parker.
Lu Yan supported the microphone stand with one hand, and after the prelude passed, his voice came over without any modification.
Recordings are different than live performances.
No lights, no audience.
When Lu Yan sang the first line, only Xiao Heng could be seen in front of him.
Even if there is no stage, the enthusiastic and arrogant voice in the earphones still seems to be able to break through this cramped recording studio.
For a moment, Xiao Heng even thought that he was back on the stage where the fourth anniversary ended.
For Xiao Heng.
It seems that it is not accurate to say that his voice is the only one left in the world.
Because of him, it is the whole world.