You’re My Wonderwall

Chapter 89

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After Xiao Heng called him, he didn't say anything more. Lu Yan waited for a while and didn't wait for the next sentence.

But feeling is a wonderful thing.

Lu Yan followed his gaze just now and guessed what he was looking at at a glance.

There is so much history on that wall.

Vent is followed by six names, and the signatures of Huang Xu and Daming when they first joined the team are still on them.

Whether it's emotion or embarrassment.

Lu Yan's deeper feeling about this is... Fortunately, he came here.

No matter how many difficulties I encountered, how much I wanted to give up, how much I wanted to compromise, fortunately I gritted my teeth and came here without hesitation.

After the matter of Lao Qi passed, even Jizhou was no longer black in the dream.

Lu Yan's gaze couldn't help shifting a few degrees, and it fell on the line of words on the side impartially.

The Spades band began to line up the next song, and the drum set was beating loudly, covering the words of the two of them.

Lu Yan took half a step back, and quietly stretched out his hand to hook Xiao Heng's little finger.

People came and went in the air-raid shelter, and the reflection of the towering tree outside mixed with the light came in among the crowds of people, and it was colorful.

Lu Yan followed the rhythm of the song by the Spades band, and said with a smile, "Brother Heng, let's celebrate together tonight?"

That night they booked a restaurant in a certain restaurant, and the banquet was filled with four or five tables. Li Zhen and the others drank a lot of wine, and then invited a few brother bands. The hall below was as lively as New Year's Eve.

Xiao Heng's dinner was in a private room upstairs, and students from the Department of Computer Science of University C were sitting there.

Xiao Heng felt that the celebration should look like a celebration. He unbuttoned a few buttons and was about to toast when his teammates spoke first: "Boss."

Xiao Heng nodded, and the speed of pouring the wine slowed down: "Say."

The teammate took out the laptop behind him: "Well, I haven't finished my task today, I want to finish writing first..."

ten minutes later.

Except for the sound of typing on the keyboard, the private room was extremely quiet.

Full of strong academic atmosphere.

Xiao Heng's dinner ended early, and when everyone was gone, he lit up a cigarette, and after thinking about it, although he didn't bring a computer, he was also guiding the whole process.

Downstairs, however, was bustling unabated, and someone was howling: "Gou Fugui, don't, don't forget each other, Lu Yan, how did I treat you before, you, you know it well, your 10,000 sales, our band bought three by one person. ... three!"

Lu Yan also drank too much. It was the first time he drank until he became dizzy and dizzy. He only grasped the first word in a sentence: "Who are you calling a dog?"

"..."

Xiao Heng hugged him from behind: "He drank too much."

Lu Yan looked back and said, "You fart."

Those people were really drinking too happily, Xiao Heng wanted to take them away, but he was left behind and drank a lot of alcohol, so he had to take a taxi back in the end.

Lu Yan kept emphasizing that he didn't drink too much when he was half-pulled and half-carried out.

Xiao Heng held his head down, afraid that he would walk around, and called for a taxi with his mobile phone in one hand: "Tsk, drunkard, I can't understand people's words, and they said they didn't drink too much."

Lu Yan couldn't stand still, and was pinned down again, with his forehead resting on his neck, he opened his mouth and bit lightly for no reason when he spoke: "I said I wasn't drunk if I wasn't drunk!"

Xiao Heng looked at his flickering appearance, and said, "You look up."

Lu Yan raised his head.

Xiao Heng asked in a low voice, "Who am I?"

No one spoke for a while.

Silence for a while.

Lu Yan probably drank too much, and the corners of his eyes were red. He blinked, as if he lost his ability to think, and called out: "... Dad."

...

"Fuck." Xiao Heng's Adam's apple twitched, and he moved his eyes away.

The driver was only two kilometers away, and came quickly. Xiao Heng helped him in, and said to the driver, "Master, go to the seventh district."

After Lu Yan got into the car, he went crazy for a while and insisted on playing music arrangement software.

As a result, after tinkering for a while, Lu Yan came up with an extremely magical theme. Lu Yan frowned, as if he didn't want to admit that the arrangement was made by himself. Finally, he threw the phone away and fell asleep leaning on Xiao Heng's shoulder.

After more than an hour's drive, when the car arrived at the destination, when Xiao Heng opened the door and the wind gushed in, Lu Yan became slightly awake.

"A total of one hundred and fifty-eight, just give one hundred and fifty." The driver said.

After Xiao Heng paid the money, he found that Lu Yan was squatting on the steps of the flower bed, with his mobile phone resting on his lap, replaying the magical arrangement just now: "I made this up?"

Lu Yan couldn't believe it: "Even if I'm drunk, I shouldn't be at this level."

Xiao Heng: "Otherwise I could have made it up?"

Lu Yan's head was swollen, so he stopped entangled in this problem, deleted the arrangement and asked him if he had any cigarettes, wanting to have a sip of wine.

"Just two puffs," Xiao Heng handed over the cigarette case, "be conscious, do you have honey at home, go back and make some water to drink."

Lu Yan took it: "I know."

Lu Yan lit up a cigarette and walked into the community. The half-block archway at the gate of the seventh district could not support the weight a few days ago and collapsed. During this period of time, the number of frequent walks has increased, and the road leading to the building has also been walked out of a flat ground.

There were a few more layers of dry red paint on the door and exit in the building. It didn't take much thinking to know that the group who demolished the company came again today.

Xiao Heng snatched the cigarette in Lu Yan's hand after only one puff.

The lights in the house were off.

There was a "snap".

The moment the light was turned on, all the drunkenness and emotions accumulated throughout the day burst out instantly, and Lu Yan felt that he was hot from head to toe, and he pulled Xiao Heng towards him regardless.

The cigarette in Xiao Heng's hand flickered twice in the darkness, and it was only when the light came on that Lu Yan lowered his head slightly, and his hot but soft lips were pressed against his Adam's apple.

Xiao Heng was also given a lot of alcohol, both of them were irrational and played much harder than usual.

Not only breathing, but even the wind blowing in from outside became hot.

The room was messy.

Apart from feeling "profound", Lu Yan only had a vague impression of the scene that day, but he vaguely remembered that he stood up at the end, grasped the bed sheet tightly with his fingers, turned his head to kiss Xiao Heng, and said vaguely: "… The same to you."

Xiao Heng reached out to touch the wet hair on his forehead, and asked in a deep voice, "What is it?"

You are my miracle too.

But Lu Yan couldn't remember whether he had said this sentence or not.

The next day, Lu Yan sat on the bed and squinted his eyes thinking for a long time.

While brushing his teeth, Lu Yan answered Tang Jiandong's call. Tang Jiandong reminded him on the other end: "Bring over all the demos you have posted, and everything you wrote in the milk tea shop—we Start picking songs today."

"Okay," Lu Yan finished rinsing his mouth, and asked again, "What time will we arrive? I'll inform Li Zhen and the others."

Tang Jiandong: "Two hours later, I have a meeting later, you guys wait for me in the conference room first."

Tang Jiandong made an appointment with them, and asked them to come to Yinlang Records to discuss the new album with their newly written songs.

The signing and debut is just the beginning. Seriously speaking, they haven't even taken the first step—the debut album is the most direct way for the public to know them.

And because of this, this album means a lot to them.

Can it be accepted and recognized by more people

Can you go out.

Everyone can't predict it.

During this period of time, Lu Yan wrote no more than four songs, two by Li Zhen, one each by Da Pao and Xu Ye.

"Don't read Xu Ye's." Lu Yan put down one of the papers and said, "It's another bass solo."

Xu Ye: "..."

It's not that Tang Jiandong has never been in contact with bands. He wondered: "Is there a soul that wants to be independent in the hearts of all bass players?"

Li Zhen put it bluntly: "It's because the sense of existence is too low..."

The meeting is four hours long.

In the end, a few songs were decided, and the style of the album was simply determined, and then the meeting ended.

Lu Yan resigned from the milk tea shop. After the work was handed over, he returned the key. He wanted to say that he would not want his salary after one month's salary, but before he left, the proprietress gave him a red envelope.

Lu Yan shirked: "No, really no, I was embarrassed to resign temporarily and didn't say it in advance."

"Okay, put it away," said the proprietress, "I knew you were talking nonsense when you came to the interview that day, and I looked at the scribbles and drawings on the notebook." The proprietress said this, and when she returned it to the store, she Say, "Come on, lad."

the weather is nice today.

The sun is shining brightly.

Lu Yan stood there in a daze for a while, then walked back holding the red envelope.

Xiao Heng was still at the base, and Lu Yan was practicing piano alone in the room. Since the band's show, business activities have increased, and Lu Yan is busy working outside most of the time, and the time for piano practice has been cut in half.

I usually do some rehabilitation exercises by myself according to what Grandpa Zhai said, but the effect is very little.

Viagra knew that Lu Yan was at home when he heard the knocking sound of the piano downstairs. After a while, he went upstairs and knocked on the door: "Brother Yan, brother Yan, open the door!"

Lu Yan held the piano in his arms, leaning against the door and said, "What's the matter, brother, let's just say it first, I don't drink, I was hungover last night and today my head still hurts... I don't go to Internet cafes either, I have to concentrate on developing my career now."

What Viagra wants to say is not this: "Have you read the group news?"

Lu Yan thought for a while: "Create a better tomorrow together?"

Everyone is busy at ordinary times, and the contact depends on the residents of Unit 6 and Unit 3.

There have been three meetings in the group recently, and the initiator is Viagra.

The main content revolves around the theme of "working together to fight against Megatron, not compromising with fate, and creating a better tomorrow together".

Viagra: "Just read it, I have something to tell you."

So when Xiao Heng came back from the base at night, the first thing he heard was Lu Yan saying to him: "That's right, if you have a big ticket, will you come with us?"

Xiao Heng: "What the hell, explain clearly."

Lu Yan repeated Viagra's words: "There is news about the landlord, and we plan to arrest him."

"..."

Xiao Heng also read the group chat messages, and probably guessed what was going on: "Is he looking for a landlord recently?"

Lu Yan said "hmm": "It's not been a while, since the day the landlord ran away, he said that he would be arrested."

Viagra professional counterpart.

It was his job to find people to ask for debts, but he didn't expect that the landlord could hide him, and he couldn't be found anywhere. After changing the bank card, it was difficult to trace even the consumption records.

Xiao Heng really didn't expect that he could experience a second time of a group of people chasing a person all over the street.