At nine o'clock that night.
There are stars and the autumn wind is bleak.
The fence on the roof of the garage is covered with colorful LED light strings. The five-story building opposite has been transformed into a chess and card room. Advertising boxes in the shape of mahjong tiles are fixed on the outer wall. The traditional Chinese character "Fa" in the middle is not only large, but also very green. .
Five people, Hu Liang, Lao Yang, Xi Xi, Ding Jianguo, and Sun Tong, were sitting on small horses around the round table, listening to the singing coming from the speakers of their mobile phones.
There is a rectangular iron box on the round table. Inside is a red charcoal fire. The heat is grilling the meat skewers on the rack, making squeaking sounds from time to time.
"Hu Liang, I think this song should be sung by Lin Yuelai. You feel a little weak in the climax." Yang Shuangshu discussed the problems that arose during the practice very seriously.
The little beauty Xixi held grilled ham sausage in one hand and grilled horsefish in the other. She nodded vigorously. Because she moved a little fiercely, some of the cumin powder stuck to the corner of her mouth fell off.
"I told him when we were in the bathroom together just now. He didn't agree and insisted on letting me sing. So what can I do?" Hu Liang felt aggrieved for himself. He didn't get into the state from practicing in the evening until nightfall. , in Manager Lin’s words, it lacks the confused energy of a literary young man.
Speaking of Lin Yue, Ding Jianguo suddenly found that only the one-eyed black cat was left on the horse behind him. The man who single-handedly resurrected the Broken Sewing Machine Band was gone.
She stood up silently, took a bottle of Harbin beer and walked around the sheets and quilts on the clothes drying rack. She walked to the edge of the rooftop, leaned against the fence and said, "It was my fault in the past few days. I wrongly blamed you. I felt sorry for that time." Apologize for what you said. And thank you for everything you do for us."
Lin Yue looked at the bright lights extending to the river mouth: "It doesn't matter, I just did what I thought was right."
"You think the right thing to do is to throw away millions of dollars in commissions just for one show?"
"I think dreams are priceless, what do you think? In a lifetime, whether it is long or short, there must be a few desperate moments for dreams, right? I just don't want to be a coward forever."
"Lonely people are not sad... No wonder you could write this song."
"If you have ever tried floating in a city without family and warmth, you might be able to write a song like this." Lin Yue touched her beer bottle lightly, raised his head and took a big sip: "At the beginning of this year When I was leading a band, I was studying hiphop and fell in love with a song."
"What song is it?"
Lin Yue took another sip of wine, looked at the smoke rising from the skewers truck downstairs, and hummed softly.
After a few breaths, Ding Jianguo sang two lines to the beat.
"I floated to the north, wondering if my family was okay. The heavy luggage on my shoulders was full of melancholy... The air was too dirty and turbid, he said he didn't like it. The cars were too chaotic and too rushed, and he wasn't used to it. There were two pairs of sidewalks, With his squinting indifferent eyes, he often gets himself drunk and forces himself to blend into this big dye vat..."
Lin Yue turned around: "Do you know this song?"
Ding Jianguo nodded lightly: "Then why did you come here from BJ? Just as a music agent, you feel sad and unworthy of the disbandment of the Sewing Machine Band?"
Lin Yue put down the bottle, lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth. He squinted at the south and said, "A small town with a population of only 200,000 can produce a band that works hard to protect its dreams, but that city in the south is home to thousands of people." What about the metropolis with tens of thousands of people? It seems that the only thing we are willing to protect is money. I am a music agent and have come into contact with many people who make music, including resident bands in bars, street singers, and music artists... The purpose of their efforts is either It's for fame and fortune, for others' appreciation, or for interest, but no one sings for protection. I sincerely hope that there will be more people like Hu Liang in the world, who have no money, no power, no fame. What’s important is that he can convey a correct outlook on life to everyone.”
"So, we protect the big guitar, and you protect the sewing machine?"
Ding Jianguo took a few gulps of beer and said, "I think of someone."
"Who? Cheng Gong?"
She was silent for a while before saying: "I was sad at first, but then I figured it out. Big guitars always have to be dismantled. Even if they don't be dismantled this year, they will be dismantled next year. If my dad's company doesn't be dismantled, there will be others." The company came to demolish it. To this day, many people have forgotten the significance of the big guitar to Ji'an. It was the emergence of Hu Liang and the Sewing Machine Band that made some people realize that rock and roll was once the blood of this border town, and now in this land What flows is money. But fortunately, one person left and another came, and our band also got together, separated, and reunited again."
Lin Yue said: "This is called good things come hard."
Ding Jianguo raised the bottle of wine: "Then I wish you good luck."
Lin Yue touched her and said, "Good things come in hard times."
After speaking, he raised his head suddenly and drank the beer in the bottle.
"Brother Yue, Brother Yue..." Hu Liang's shout came from behind.
"What's wrong?" Lin Yue put down the bottle of wine, took a few steps forward, lifted the quilt and looked across.
Hu Liang shook his cell phone on the table: "I have your phone number."
Lin Yue walked over quickly and looked at the screen. Seeing that it was an unfamiliar number, he hesitated and pressed the answer button.
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
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"Yes, I am."
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"interested in."
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"OK, no problem."
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"Thank you, thank you so much."
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"OK, bye."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, called up the system menu again, and pulled down the menu to the task list.
Main quest (Phase 1): Reorganize the Sewing Machine Band (completed).
Main mission (second stage): Be famous in China (in progress).
Before Ding Jianguo returned to the team, he was really surprised when the system prompted him that the main mission (the first phase) was successfully completed. You must know that there are five members of the Sewing Machine band, namely Yang Shuangshu, Hu Liang, Ding Jianguo, Dynamite and Xixi. With Ding Jianguo returning to the team, the number of five people has reached four. To be honest, one person is still missing.
He was very serious and had been worrying about how to retrieve the explosives, but the system was so good that he just passed the test. He seems to be positioned as a replacement for Dynamite.
Dynamite drummer, he's a drummer now too.
Sun Tong...
Uh, does it have anything to do with her?
All in all, in a word, the main mission of the first stage is completed.
What we have to do now is the second stage of the main task, leading the Sewing Machine Band to become famous in China.
The old is old, the young is small, the big tongue is big tongue, to be honest, the main task of the second stage is not simpler than the main task of the first stage.
However, I was lucky. New tasks were issued in the evening, and someone would move the ladder at night.
He walked back to his seat and sat down.
Hu Liang handed over a skewer of roast mutton, and Lin Yue waved his hand to indicate that he would not eat it.
"Brother Yue, who called just now?"
Lin Yue gave up and did not answer the question: "Now that Jianguo has returned to the band, it is time to continue to push forward my promise to you. The big guitar in Ji'an is gone, but the Sewing Machine Band is still there."
Yang Shuangshu took out his handkerchief and wiped the grease from his mouth: "That's good."
He stood up and stretched out his right hand. Hu Liang stood up and put his right hand on Yang Shuangshu's hand with dots of age spots, then Ding Jianguo, and then a small hand with perfectly manicured nails.
Lin Yue glanced at a few people and folded his hands.
Finally, there was Sun Tong. She took off the ring she used for decoration. Her fingers were thin, long, white, and very beautiful.
"Wait a minute." Hu Liang suddenly stopped: "Should we shout a louder slogan at this time?"
Are you still suffering from chuunibyou at twenty-seven?
Lin Yue glared at him fiercely: "Why are you so busy?"
"Brother Yue, you are the most educated among these people. You understand astronomy at the top and geography at the bottom. You can build an atomic bomb in the middle. Just name me."
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"There's really nothing I can do about you. My dream will never die, and my rock and roll will never die. How about that?"
"Okay, just keep dreaming and keep rocking! Come on, one, two, three..."
Letting go of his hand, Lin Yue was moved by the scene and thought of a question that he had forgotten a few days ago.
"Jianguo, when I first came to Ji'an, I asked them to contact you, but you didn't reply to WeChat or answer the phone. How did Hu Liang convince you to meet with me?"
After asking this question, he found that the expressions of the people around him changed, including Sun Tong, who all looked at him with confused eyes.
Hey, look at this posture, it seems that I am the only one who is kept in the dark.
Hu Liang stopped Ding Jianguo, Yang Shuangshu and Sun Tong from answering questions with a wink, but ignored the little beauty Xixi because of her height.
