Lin Yue took out a brochure that had been faded by wind and rain. On it was a hand-drawn character with a big head, a big belly and a big tongue. He yelled with all his strength, "See you at Rock and Roll Park on September 30th."
"Isn't there a big guitar concert on September 30? Why wasn't it held as scheduled? Do you know how many people's hearts this hurt?"
Hu Liang paused, shook his head, sighed, and continued walking upstairs.
Lin Yue patted the black cat on his shoulder and followed him up the stairs and into the living room.
It's messy and dirty.
Tank tops, sneakers, socks, and towels were scattered everywhere, and there wasn't even a place to put your buttocks on the sofa. The cups in the tea tray on the table haven't been cleaned for who knows how many days, and are covered with a layer of dust. Under the table are vacuum bags containing chicken feet with pickled peppers and braised eggs. There are also peanut shells next to them. Anyway, it looks like they haven't been cleaned for many days. Cleaned.
Hu Liang opened the refrigerator and found that there were only two cans of Snow Beer left. He took out one and handed it over: "This is the only one we have at home."
Lin Yue glanced at the cans piled behind the door, said thank you, took them in his hand, opened the ring, put them to his mouth and took a sip.
There is an iron cage hanging on the north wall. A piece of cement is placed in the cage. Below is an incense burner and tribute fruits. On the middle tablet are the four characters "Rock and Roll is Dead".
"You also saw it." Hu Liang said: "I formed the band and performed to protect the soul of our Ji'an, the symbol of rock and roll, which is the big guitar sculpture. Now that it is destroyed, this is the only one left. I Moving it to another place, paying homage to it during New Years and holidays, and putting a few sticks of incense on it would be worthy of my lost ideals."
"Oh, that's it." Lin Yue pretended to be enlightened, and his heart moved when he was young.
"You must be very sad."
"What can I do if I'm sad? The big guitar can't come back."
"As soon as the big guitar is demolished, your concert will no longer be held? Is this worthy of the audience who are waiting for you and the fans all over the world who help you promote it?"
"What fans?"
Lin Yue clicked on his phone and flipped through a live broadcast software that people in Northeast China like to play, and found videos of their concerts at construction sites, kindergartens, and nursing homes. Although the attention was not as high as that of some Internet celebrities, well-known actors, Compared with singers and bands, the number of likes is also tens of thousands. After all, when it comes to ideals, no one will be stingy with their attention.
"Oh, so we are so popular." Hu Liang snatched his phone and played it back and forth many times. Ever since the big guitar was dismantled and the band disbanded, he had not paid attention to the video's online views. Unexpectedly, it has been almost a month. Over time, videos of them holding concerts at construction sites, kindergartens, nursing homes and other places have accumulated tens of thousands of likes and thousands of comments.
"Don't just look at the likes, there are also a lot of thumbs down."
Sure enough, as Lin Yue said, tens of thousands of likes can be over 10,000 dislikes.
"One-third of those thousands of messages are scolding you for not keeping your word. Although many people can't make it to Ji'an and attend the concert on September 30, everyone is waiting to see your video. , but you failed to live up to everyone's expectations. There was no concert and no explanation, and you just disappeared without a trace."
Hu Liang slowly put the phone on the table: "So, you came here?"
As Lin Yue expected, Hu Liang was in a complicated state of depression, guilt, and happiness. As long as he could arouse his emotions, half the battle would be successful.
"Yes, I came with the idea of reorganizing the Sewing Machine Band to respond to everyone's expectations, although it is a bit late."
"Brother Yue, thank you." Hu Liang's name for him changed.
"But...but I don't want to sing anymore. It's not that I can't sing, but I don't know why. The big guitar is gone, and my persistence over the years is gone with it. Now I just want to repair the car."
Lin Yue got up from his chair, patted the table, and walked around the room.
"The big guitars in the city are gone. As long as the big guitars in their hearts are not lost, the souls of Ji'an musicians will not be lost. Have you ever thought about it, the big guitars in the city are for the people of Ji'an, and a successful one will not be lost." The band is for the whole province, the country, and even the world to see. As long as you can win the recognition of the audience, Big Guitar will come back, because the band itself is Ji'an's Big Guitar dedicated to the times. The ideal extension of the Broken Guitar Band When it comes to the big guitar, the big guitar gave many people in Ji'an a rock and roll dream. Now that the big guitar is gone, as a dream inheritor, do you want to pass on this rock and roll heart?"
Hu Liang looked at him blankly. He would be lying if he said he was not touched. He would also be lying if he said he was not moved. After all, no rock person wants others to hear his singing.
Lin Yue picked up the guitar that was placed next to the TV cabinet, pulled up a chair and sat down, tightened the knob, hugged it in front of him, and plucked the strings with his fingers.
"I can't remember where I came from."
"Forget why, and exist..."
"I don't want to turn into dust just yet."
"Because my hometown is called the future."
"Nothing will ever change for me."
"You also need to be ready to fly..."
The more Hu Liang listened, the more complicated his expression became. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but was afraid of disturbing his singing.
"Take me to fly..."
"Live alone."
"Take me to fly..."
"Live the pain."
"Take me to fly..."
"Live happily."
"Fly me through."
"your heart……"
Lin Yue slowly plucked the strings and put the guitar on the table. Xia Hou walked over and rubbed his hand, meowing twice.
Hu Liang said excitedly: "How can you sing this song?"
"How can I sing?" Lin Yue walked to the cabinet where the records were placed and pulled out a crumpled white paper with unsightly staff and lyrics on it.
"You also said you just want to repair the car now?"
This song became the last straw that overcame Hu Liang's hesitation and confusion.
As Lin Yue said, if he just wanted to repair cars, why did he finish writing the song "Plastic Bag"? Yes, he was sad that the big guitar was gone, but the idea, or the impulse, of wanting to sing has not completely disappeared.
"I...I want to sing."
Lin Yue said: "Louder, I didn't hear you clearly."
Hu Liang said loudly: "I said I wanted to sing, and I wanted to reorganize the Sewing Machine Band."
"now it's right."
What Lin Yuexin wants is your words. I have been a military commander and a grandmaster. How can I fool you, a passionate young man?
Hu Liang took a deep breath and patted his head, which was filled with blood: "Brother Yue, where do you think we should start?"
Lin Yue stroked the hair on Xiahou's neck and said: "What we need to do now is to reunite the disbanded team first, and we will talk about the rest later."
"Yes, we have to find Jianguo, Dynamite, Xixi and Teacher Yang first to form a band. I'm definitely not going to be able to do it just as the commander."
Lin Yue glared.
Hu Liang chuckled and said: "The two of them are not the bare commanders, but the second general Heng Ha."
"Who's talking to you, General?" Lin Yue handed the beer in his hand: "You have to listen to me."
"Yes, yes, yes, you are the manager, and I have to listen to you on how the band develops." Hu Liang picked up the beer on the table and touched it with him, smiling like a fool.
"By the way, Brother Yue, since you are a senior manager from BJ, have you ever managed someone like that..." Hu Liang gestured: "A really cool musician?"
"No." Lin Yue denied it.
"I don't believe it. You play the guitar so well and you can read the music at a glance. You must have learned it from a master."
Lin Yue was too lazy to pay attention to him, got up and walked outside. During the years when he was in college in the world of "To Our Dying Youth", he had been learning music from people in the guitar club. Although everyone's skills were not high, they couldn't stand him. The world of "Ip Man" has lived to be 90 years old. Even if it is just a hobby, he has reached professional standards after playing for many years. What's more, his learning ability, body coordination and flexibility are far higher than ordinary people.
"Brother Yue, what are you doing?"
"Go back to the hotel and sleep."
"So early?"
"Try riding for six or seven hours and see if you feel tired?"
"How about you move over and let's sleep together, and we can save some money." Hu Liang patted the end of the double bed.
Lin Yue shook his head, very resolutely. Just now he said solemnly that he had lost his way, and then turned around and started to get angry. It was indeed enough for Qiao Shan.
…
The next day, Lin Yue was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone before he had slept for four hours.
"Brother Yue, where are you now? You haven't had breakfast. I bought you auspicious wontons stuffed with shepherd's purse and pork."
He glanced at the clock on the wall: "It's not even 7 o'clock yet, why don't you be so active?"
"I'm so excited that I can't sleep."
"You can't sleep but I can."
Lin Yuote was speechless. He felt Cheng Gong's helplessness. He checked information on the Internet last night and stayed up until three or four o'clock before going to bed. He thought that it was just right to get up around eight o'clock in the morning. Who knew that this guy would come to make trouble before seven o'clock? .
"The ancients said that a day's plan begins in the morning..."
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm at the Hanting Hotel on Yunshui Road."
"Okay, wait for me, I'll be there in 5 minutes at most."
Twenty minutes later, Lin Yue finished eating the large stuffed wontons brought by Hu Liang and took a sip of water from the cup next to him.
Hu Liang chuckled and came over and sat next to him: "Brother Yue, after you left yesterday, I sent messages to Lao Yang, Jianguo, and Dynamite, telling them about wanting to reorganize the band."
Lin Yue raised his eyebrows: "What did they say?"
