Slightly sweet when I first heard it

"This is Chen Xu, the bass of the band. This is Wen Qingyin, it's—" He didn't dare to look at Wen Qingyin, and introduced with red ears, "It's my wife."

Chen Xu was very surprised, and asked in a low voice, "Is it my girlfriend's wife, or—"

Yan Jinghuai used the action of opening the door to hide his embarrassment: "...the wife who is telling the truth."

He said to Wen Qingyin: "Come in."

This bar usually looks good, quiet and stylish, but because the people around him are Wen Qingyin, Yan Jinghuai feels that there is nothing good about this place.

The place is too small, the lights are too dim, the newly replaced tables and chairs are ugly, and even the songs played are too sad.

The two walked down the wrought iron steps, Wen Qingyin paused, pointed to the corner of the black wall: "There is a child crying over there."

Yan Jinghuai immediately hid behind her: "W-Where, don't scare me."

Wen Qingyin bent slightly: "It's right there, can't you see it?"

Yan Jinghuai didn't dare to look at it at all.

He covered his eyes, slowly opened the gap between his fingers, and saw a glimmer of light, and heard Chen Xu curse:

"Cry, cry, cry, what's there to cry about? I beat you or scolded you. Why don't I just ask you what you don't understand? Why are you crying?"

Zhou Hesong replied in a sob: "I can't cry myself. God, why am I so stupid, I can't even understand math problems."

Wen Qingyin had already walked to Zhou Hesong's side.

She picked up the paper and frowned at the bright red 32 points:
"He got a score of 32 in the test, and there is something he doesn't understand. He must not understand anything. Don't demand too much from him. This is obviously a genetic problem. There is no cure. The child can wear his own clothes and wash his face."

Zhou Hesong's voice was low, and after listening to Wen Qingyin's words, he cried out like a female ghost.

Yan Jinghuai didn't bother to talk to this dog, and asked Chen Xu, "Where's Nana?"

Nana is Lao Zhou, also Zhou Na's nickname.Lao Zhou was also a famous rock singer NA more than ten years ago.And Zhou Hesong is the child of the younger brother Zhou, calling him Uncle.

Chen Xu pointed at the bar, "Isn't it there?"

In the bar, under the dim light, Lao Zhou was concentrating on playing his guitar.

None of them noticed, he played the background music just now

Before Lao Zhou quit the music scene, he was the leader of the rock and roll world.

At the turn of the millennium, when the physical record industry was most severely impacted by the Internet, every album he sold went platinum.

But then there is the story of the hero's twilight: the endless corporate factionalism at first, and then the artist's sales of records are not based on the quality of the music, but on the hype...

More importantly, Lao Zhou is not used to it.

He's not used to lip-syncing, to those little boys and girls who can't sing or dance, bouncing on the stage, and to people not using metal salutes when they listen to songs, and they're all holding up their cell phones for fear of never ending.

He is only in his forties, but he refuses to reconcile with the times, stubbornly living in his old time.

The fate between Yan Jinghuai and him is that he personally recruited Yan Jinghuai into the company, and later helped him make the last album.

At that time, Yan Jinghuai was not yet full, and there was only one child, so everyone advised him to think twice, worrying that he would not be safe at the end of the festival.Lao Zhou didn’t care, he lived a very rock and roll life, and he had a kind of love in his bones, thinking that this is the last one anyway, I won’t bother to serve you in the future, so of course I have to make one I like.

Fortunately, this album performed well, and it was also selected by "Rolling Stone" as the "Must-Listen Album of the Year", which brought his career to a successful conclusion.

After Yan Jinghuai joined the company, Lao Zhou was in charge of his music theory and vocal lessons, which meant passing the torch to him.He deliberately used his retired album as a springboard for Yan Jinghuai, thinking that his future career would be smooth.

Who would have thought that this was Yan Jinghuai's last highlight moment.

Not long after Lao Zhou left the company, Yan Jinghuai was hidden because of 'contradicting his boss'.

The story that follows is that Lao Zhou used all his savings to open a bar in the place closest to the music, with the help of friends, he could not eat enough or starve to death, and just lived like this.

Old Zhou Yang poured Yan Jinghuai a glass of water: "Girlfriend?"

The corners of Yan Jinghuai's mouth couldn't help but curl up, "Honey, I got the certificate."

Lao Zhou was surprised, "The beautiful girl you said is true! You can do it, you kid, you can handle things quietly."

He asked suspiciously: "Are you here today—"

Yan Jinghuai said: "I plan to continue writing songs."

Lao Zhou squeezed out a 'hum' from his nose, "I thought you came here today to tell me that you are married, have a wife and children, and you will live a stable life in the future. Today is to say goodbye to me."

He raised his glass, as if toasting, "Master, calm down."

Yan Jinghuai was very stubborn, "I want to try again."

"What's the matter, you want to be a milestone in the music world again?"

Lao Zhou drank the wine in his glass and poured himself another one: "Remember, the last time you said this to me, you turned your head and tricked others."

Yan Jinghuai put his hand on Lao Zhou's cup to stop him from drinking, "I won't be a milestone anymore."

"I want to be a stone. The kind of stone that can't be moved, can't be smashed, and hurts the feet."

There was that quiet gleam in his eyes, too.

Lao Zhou was burned by the fire, and the cup hit the table with a 'touch'.

"Music world, open your eyes and see, is there still a music world now?"

"Open your eyes and see, what are the things now!"

"Buy a second-rate song from abroad, and a third-rate singer will sing it, and push the dirty marketing, oh, millions of sales, and the annual golden song is here!"

"Pop is full of rotten kimchi flavor, hip-hop eats raw vegetables as cooked meat, rock and roll, oh, now that stuff is called ballads!"

"This is the f*cking music scene you miss!"

"You stare at your phone every day, don't you know better than me. When Liu Chang releases an album, his clothes are trending, his imitation makeup is trending, his backup dancer is trending, and even his family background is trending. No fucking song!"

"You know what's worse than writing a bad song, when no one cares!"

"Is your Yan Jinghuai's song not good? No, if your Yan Jinghuai's song is not fucking good, there will be no good songs in the world!"

"Nobody cares at all!"

"No one cares about melody, no one cares about singing skills, no one cares about songs!"

"I still want to be a pebble, be your MB! Let me tell you, the music scene is long gone! Now there is a fucking swamp left, where you can eat people without spitting out bones. You jump in without making a sound, and when you fish it out, you don't even have bones." It's all rotten."

"Music is fucking dead!"

Although he was cursing, Yan Jinghuai heard his sadness.

He looked at him seriously: "Music is not dead."

"As long as the people who make music are still there, music will never die."

Lao Zhou laughed suddenly, poured himself another glass of wine, and hastily poured it down his throat.

He drank too fast, half of the wine spilled out from the corner of his mouth, and he didn't wipe it, letting it slide down his fat neck and wet the front of his clothes.

He looked dirty and down and out.

For some reason, Yan Jinghuai remembered the previous days.

When the bar was not open, Lao Zhou always got himself very drunk and then sang loudly.

He sang some very old songs, and also sang his own songs.

In fact, he is still famous, and many singers of his generation are running around, participating in variety shows, earning a lot of money, and even being called an 'artist'.

But he doesn't.

He stubbornly lives in this small bar.

It's as if he's still the same high-spirited NA, it's just that his audience is late.

Yan Jinghuai was very sad.

People of their age, who didn't grow up listening to NA's songs.

He stared at Lao Zhou and said word by word: "If even we give up and compromise, music will really die."

Lao Zhou choked and coughed heart-piercingly.

He pointed to the door, "cough, get out of here, cough, cough—"

Wen Qingyin also wanted to participate in this "business negotiation", but was persuaded by Yan Jinghuai to go to the children's table and teach Zhou Hesong math problems with Chen Xu.

With her mentor and senior brothers in front of her, Wen Qingyin really doesn't think she is a smart person.But compared with Zhou and Song, she suspects that she is actually a super genius.

As for Zhou Hesong's broken questions that only had 'solution' written, she mentally calculated the answers in minutes.

Repeated several times, Zhou Hesong quit, throwing pens all over the floor, saying that Wen Qingyin was too hostile to him.

Wen Qingyin was puzzled, "I don't want to look for superiority on fools, okay?"

Afraid it wasn't annoying enough, she added, "It's my fault that I have to go to school. The teacher rushed you back because he was afraid that you would delay the teaching progress."

Seeing that the two started fighting immediately, Lao Zhou dropped the cup.

The three looked in surprise, only to see Yan Jinghuai looking at Lao Zhou sadly:

"You're afraid."

"If you don't want to make music, you would have gone back to your hometown."

"You are afraid of failure and unwilling to give up, so you torture yourself here every day."

"Why don't you even have the courage to try once?"

Yan Jinghuai said to Wen Qingyin: "Let's go."

Wen Qingyin was at a loss for his sadness.

She imitated how he comforted herself, and held his hand: "Are you crying?"

Yan Jinghuai smiled sadly, "I'm just sorry."

"I'd love to take you to one of his concerts. He's my favorite singer."

Although Chen Xu and Zhou Hesong were stupefied by the quarrel, they still stopped Yan Jinghuai from leaving.In the words of Zhou Hesong: "We are all our own people, and our own family members cannot keep hatred overnight."

He wandered between his uncle and boss, trying to find out what happened.But neither of the two adults paid any attention to him, which hurt him very much.

Chen Xu couldn't stand it anymore, and told him the news he had vaguely heard.

Zhou Hesong was surprised: "Boss, you want to release an album? Uncle, why don't you agree!"

His old uncle just stopped coughing, and just as he was holding back his stomach full of anger, he threw a cup straight at him.

Zhou Hesong knew that their uncle was really angry, so he shut his mouth embarrassingly.

Wen Qingyin couldn't understand this kind of behavior, put away the phone, and accused:

"If you have something to talk about, why are you throwing fire at the child? He has mental problems, and life is already very difficult. Why are you bullying a fool!"

Zhou Hesong: Thank you, I am not happy.

Wen Qingyin asked again: "You really don't agree to Yan Jinghuai?"

Lao Zhou didn't speak, and poured himself another glass of wine.

Wen Qingyin sneered: "Okay, let me tell you some good news, I will help you pay back the money you owed your friend."

The four men looked at him in surprise.

After all, Zhou Hesong is young, remembers eating but not beating, and said to Yan Jinghuai enviously: "Boss, your wife is too kind, that is 100 million. In order to help you please my uncle, she even paid it back. "

It would be a lie to say that I am not moved.But Yan Jinghuai is sensible.

He is very clear that the matter of "please" has nothing to do with Wen Qingyin in this life.

Sure enough, Wen Qingyin said again: "As the current creditor, I will give you two choices."

"First, agree with Yan Jinghuai's words."