Before Li Zhen received the news, he was still taking lessons at the piano shop: "Practice yourself for a while, I'll watch."
The few students he brought have been with him for almost a year.
A student asked: "Mr. Li, did you celebrate your birthday last month?"
Li Zhen was stunned by this question.
On the day when the band's promotional program first came out, the shameless lead singer of their band was still counting on his fingers in the recording studio that he was already twenty-nine years old this year, and now his birthday has just passed, so it's been three years.
Thirty years old.
fifteen years.
Student: "Did you eat the cake, did you make a wish!"
Li Zhen went over to pat the student's drum and said, "Practice quickly, don't chat."
The cake was not eaten.
I wish I did.
Li Zhen sat with his legs crossed in the single sofa chair next to him and recalled that he made a bucket of instant noodles when he went home that day, and then he chanted silently to a ham sausage with a few bites, if he had to make a wish, he made it... Let’s still make music next year.
Li Zhen was reminiscing about the bucket of instant noodles on his birthday, and when he heard the sound of 'ding', he grabbed his phone.
In the music school.
Da Pao was sitting on the school playground with his piano in his arms, climbing the grid. A dozen students formed a circle, and a male teacher with curly hair and stubble sat in the middle and tuned: "My piano is an antique. I was poor back then." , nothing, just rolled up the bedding and carried it to the bottom of the overpass... "
The student at the bottom: "Begging?"
Male teacher: "Fart, can art work be called begging? That's called busking!"
A group of people laughed.
For a guitarist, the guitar is something special.
The violin in Da Pao's hand is the third one he has ever used. He was in his third year of high school for two years, and his mother kept the violin at home and told him not to touch it until the admission letter came.
As a result, he couldn’t take it for a few months after he went in, so he called his brother secretly: “I remember you have a guitar at home... If you want to burn a fire stick, you can burn a fire stick. You can do anything. See you at the back door of the school at ten o’clock in the evening.”
That firestick, which has a very bizarre tone and feel, lasted for two years.
"Okay, stop playing with your phone."
The male teacher just finished speaking.
The strings in the cannon's hand made a harsh noise.
The male teacher finished tuning and was about to start class, he said, "Dai Peng, you are not convinced, are you? I know you are crazy, why are we comparing today?"
Cannon didn't answer, and stood up abruptly.
At the same time, the big C next door.
Xu Ye is taking an exam in the classroom.
This test was about theoretical knowledge. He could get high marks in the computer-based test, but he really didn't have time to memorize the purely theoretical stuff, so he thought it was really over this time.
The day before the exam, several other members of the band gave him advice in the air-raid shelter.
They never worry about the guitarist exams in their band. As long as he wants, the answers can be passed from the beginning to the end. Besides, as an art student, he has no chance to copy the answers: "It's easy to do, can't we just copy and finish?"
"Then if you get caught..."
"Xu Ye! How old are you and still afraid of the teacher!"
At this time, the lead singer of the band who lowered his head to remove the lozenges said, "Da Pao, don't spoil him, you are the same as everyone else."
Xu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Yan added: "Passing the answer is too untechnical."
Xu Ye: "..."
As far as cheating methods are concerned, Lu Yan is much more ruthless than Cannon. He looked at Xu Ye and asked, "...have you ever stolen a test paper? Can you unlock it?"
The other rock youths in the air-raid shelter are also masters of cheating.
This group of people lived a vigorous and vigorous campus life, and each one was more outrageous than the other.
Get together and give him bad ideas.
The more Xu Ye thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he scratched his head with his pen.
The only sound in the classroom is the sound of the pages of the test paper being turned.
While flipping the test paper, a sudden reminder bell rang—
The teacher slapped the book in his hand on the table and asked sharply, "Whose phone is it?"
Xu Ye was the last person to know the news, because he was standing in the corridor trying to explain to the invigilator that he really did not cheat, and finally he wrote a 1,000-word self-criticism before he was released.
So when Xu Ye received the news, everyone else should have been shocked, and those who should have rushed downstairs to run laps also came back, and the group fell into an abnormally calm atmosphere.
Only Xu Ye kept repeating like a repeater: "Sign, sign!????"
"Really?!"
"I'm not dreaming!"
At that time, Lu Yan was using a dreaming behavior to make four wrong milk teas in a row, and he paid 50 yuan for damages and left work.
After get off work, he stood at the intersection for a long time, and finally decided to turn to the vegetable market to buy vegetables.
Xiao Heng called and asked where he was, but he was almost at the gate of the vegetable market: "I'm shopping for vegetables, what do you want to eat?"
Xiao Heng tugged at his tie: "Anything is fine, are you in the market?"
"Not yet," Lu Yan crossed the road, "...but it's almost there."
Xiao Heng calculated that the distance from the bus station to the vegetable market was not far, so he said, "You wait there, I'll come over."
Xiao Heng didn't mention it, so Lu Yan didn't take the initiative to ask Xiao Heng whether the investment was successful or not.
Lu Yan waited for a while at the entrance of the vegetable market.
When Xiao Heng arrived, Lu Yan was squatting next to a little flower seller at the entrance of the vegetable market.
The man was thin and thin, with shoulder-length hair.
Wei Wei leaned over and approached the little girl, not knowing what she was talking about.
The little girl spread a piece of cloth on the ground.
The flower baskets are full of freshly picked flowers, and the roses are so beautiful and beautiful.
When Xiao Heng approached, Lu Yan just stretched out his hand and took out one from the flower basket in front of him, and took out two ten-yuan bills from his pocket.
Holding the money, the little girl hesitated and said, "Give... that's too much."
Lu Yan rubbed the little girl's head: "Not much, thank you."
The little girl said in a daze, "Are you going to give it away?"
"That's right," Lu Yan got up and said, "Give it to someone my brother likes very much."
When he turned back, he found Xiao Heng was standing not far away looking at him.
Xiao Heng asked: "For me?"
Lu Yan carried the flowers, but didn't say directly: "Guess."
"The person my brother likes very much," Xiao Heng repeated what he heard just now, and said, "... who else do you want to give it to, Brother Lu."
Lu Yan smiled and handed him the flowers in his hand.
He saw that it was not easy for a little girl to sell flowers, so he bought one on a whim: "Who else can you give it to, Brother Lu, isn't it just you, a little lover?"
While talking, the two went in to buy groceries.
Lu Yan didn't know why he was so calm. After signing the contract, there was no emotion left. He even remembered that Qing Cai was not at this price a few days ago.
"It's expensive, bro." Lu Yan picked up two bundles of vegetables, weighed them and put the things in his hand aside, bargaining with a smile, "Is this the price? I didn't make a mistake."
"Handsome guy," the vendor lamented, "it's all gone up recently."
Lu Yan poked Xiao Heng with his elbow: "Didn't you just buy it yesterday." Lu Yan blinked and hinted that he would answer, "It's not at this price, is it?"
Don't talk about yesterday.
Pushing forward a month, he has never appeared in this vegetable market.
But Xiao Heng still understood, and sang a double reed to him: "Yes, it wasn't the same price yesterday."
Vendor: "..."
Lu Yan picked out a few other side dishes: "Would you like some mushrooms?"
"Success," the vendor couldn't cut it down, and finally nodded helplessly, "Take it away."
Lu Yan and Xiao Heng walked back with vegetables respectively.
It was getting darker.
The sunset illuminated half of the sky, and because the land in the Seventh District was too barren, there was no visual obstruction, but the light could be seen more clearly.
At this moment, the two of them spoke at the same time: "Today..."
Xiao Heng stopped talking: "You speak first."
Lu Yan didn't shirk it either: "Before you listen to the following words, you should be mentally prepared, and after I finished speaking, you should silently recite Brother Yan three times in your heart." When Lu Yan said this, he paused before saying, "Sound Lang asked us to sign a contract with the band."
Xiao Heng was not at all surprised by this result. He had known about Tang Jiandong's sneaky stalking of them for a long time. To be honest, he was not very worried about what kind of decision Tang Jiandong would make after the evaluation.
He has an almost blind confidence in Lu Yan.
He nodded, followed him and said, "Brother Yan is awesome."
Lu Yan: "It's still two times away."
Xiao Heng: "Just saying it once is enough to save face, don't go too far."
After going out for a while.
Lu Yan said, "What did you want to say just now?"
Xiao Heng: "The investment has been negotiated. I will sign the contract tomorrow. Although the target amount has not been reached, it is not far behind."
Lu Yan stepped on the raised spot beside the flower bed, and whistled at him: "Amazing."
These two important things were said so casually, walking on the dilapidated streets of the lower city, with vegetables in their hands, no one thought there was anything wrong.
The two signed the contract on the same day.
For Lu Yan, the feeling of signing the contract is almost the same as the day of retirement.
Although these are two completely different situations. On the day of retirement, there was a lot of voices and crowds, and the lights made people dizzy. He was erratic and sober. The sober thing was that he knew which way he should go. .
The feelings of the two things are really not too different.
The next day, Lu Yan sat in the meeting room, only the black and white words on the contract in front of him and the names of the four members of the band were extremely clear. All other sounds and changes in the surrounding environment are like a layer of fog, like another dream.
It wasn't until I signed my own name after the names of Li Zhen, Dai Peng, and Xu Ye, and put down my pen, that everything in front of me gradually became clear.
"Old Lu, whip me, let me see if I'm dreaming now." Even though Li Zhen had prepared himself mentally before coming, he couldn't help but tremble all over with excitement.
Among several people, only Lu Yan looked very calm.
He calmly stepped on Li Zhen's instep.
Li Zhen almost jumped up howling when he stepped on him.
Lu Yan: "Are you awake?"
Li Zhen: "Wake up, very sober."
Except for the agent assistant who brought them in just now, there were only four of them in the meeting room.
After Lu Yan finished signing, he propped his head and turned his pen in boredom.
He twisted the pen a few times in his hand, and couldn't help wondering if his boyfriend had finished signing the contract.
The location of Yinlang Records is more than half a city away from the company Xiao Heng signed with. Although he doesn't know anything about the situation there, Lu Yan can almost guess Xiao Heng's feelings at this moment.
five minutes later.
Tang Jiandong pushed the door open and came in: "Sorry, I've been waiting for so long."
"If there are no doubts about the terms and conditions, we will have a formal cooperative relationship after signing the contract."
Tang Jiandong was wearing a windbreaker and walked with the wind. After sitting down, he said frankly: "As the manager of your band, let me introduce myself again. My surname is Tang and my first name is Jiandong. I have observed you for a long time before making this decision. Music Festival I called you here."
Da Pao and Xu Ye: "Huh?"
Li Zhen: "What? The music festival is you..."
Only Lu Yan didn't respond.
Lu Yan: "I guessed it."
Tang Jiandong crossed his legs, sat half a long table away from them: "You boy." He pointed at Lu Yan, "You are not surprised at all."
"I know that I will come to this day." Lu Yan said.
When Lu Yan said these words, it seemed that he also expressed Xiao Heng's "feeling" by the way.
"Every day I pass, everything I do, I prepare for this moment."
"So I knew I was going to get to where I am today."