I wait for you to see through the scenery

Zhou Yao's uncle, Zhou Chuncheng, is his father's second younger brother. The relationship between the two families is not bad, and they are the ones they visit most often among their relatives.

But this person has no academic qualifications and culture, and is purely a rough person.At any rate, he is nearly 40 years old, and the Xiaomis around him are getting tenderer than the other, and their faces are full of red and youthful all the year round, as if they have eaten too much kidney treasure turtle essence, and they can't speak clearly.

Zhou Yao, the second uncle, was the second batch of individual practitioners in the capital who followed the footsteps of the children of the rich to go into business.Since the end of the 80s, I have been traveling between the three northeastern provinces, Beijing, and Guangdong, from dumping rice and specialty dry goods to dumping wood and scrap steel.Now that I am old and rich, I drive a small car and carry a "big brother" everywhere I go. It is heavier than a brick and can knock people unconscious.In the past two days, the "big brick" in my hand has just been replaced by Motorola's first-generation flip phone, and I take it out from time to time and "snap" it, for fear that others will not know.

And the one next to Zhou Chuncheng, who is called "Jianguoer" in the local dialect, insists on making Zhou Yao call him "Little Aunt", obviously not the original partner, but a certain relative.When Zhou Yao came to Beijing four years ago, his aunt wasn't this one. Four years later, he didn't know how many times he had changed, like a revolving door. The word "sugar daddy" also became fashionable and understandable from this time on.

The karaoke and disco do not check the identity card and age, as long as someone brings it in.

"Find an elegant seat with a wide sofa." His second uncle told the manager as soon as he entered the door, lavishly embracing Xiao Pang's family with his left arm and his eldest nephew with his right.Just after turning around a door, there was a "buzz" sound inside, the disco music was deafening, and the red and green lampposts were shooting back and forth at the eyeballs, which was very irritating...

A large room outside is a disco, where young people dance and dance.Then enter a big house inside, which is a karaoke hall or an elegant seat. Guests sit below in the form of a sofa and coffee table. There is a band singing on the stage, and they can also sing karaoke.

This is the place where the earliest rich people karaoke.At that time, the children in Beijing hadn’t heard of “Melodie” and “Cashbox”. The melody of capitalist luxury and pleasure had just blown into Guangdong from Hong Kong and Taiwan, and then quietly spread to all parts of the north, and had not yet spread. It's too exaggerated, there is no mass-market KTV private room.They come here and this one is the best.Second Uncle Zhou Yao is a frequent visitor, and the manager on duty came over to say hello, and sat down to chat and have a few drinks with him, saying, "Your eldest nephew is so energetic, the guy is so handsome, come and sing casually."

"You still want to sing?" Zhou Yao grinned.

"Sing!" Zhou Chuncheng said, "You can order whatever you want to eat, and the band will sing for you any song you want to hear."

Zhou Yao opened the drink list and looked, ah, two apples, peel it, peel it, put it on a plate, it will cost 25 yuan? "Forget it, Uncle, I'd better go home and eat apples."

Zhou Chuncheng deliberately sang in front of Pong Jiaer, so he went on stage and sang "Annie" once, and then sang "Her Back View" and "I Finally Lost You".There was a burst of crying and wolf roaring, the high voice yelled through his throat, and his shoulders shook. The other guests had to coax him to step off the stage, and the resident band took over the stage and began to sing rock and roll.

"Is it okay, your uncle?" Zhou Chuncheng asked Zhou Yao.

"Your voice," Zhou Yao smiled, "I've heard better singing than yours."

"Your uncle and I had a good voice when I was young. I'm not too old now." Zhou Chuncheng ate an apple.

It's not a matter of age.Zhou Yao is very honest and frank: "Uncle, you sing a love song, 'Annie, I can't lose you, Annie, I can't forget you, Annie, I call you with my life', and that line, 'Her back slowly disappears in the wind, I have to stand in the wind every day and let the wind blow, you sing these words, who among us will believe it? Do you believe it yourself?...I think, you will definitely not wait in the wind for someone to let the wind blow Blow, blow, blow, you're not that kind of guy."

Haha, Pang Jiaer first slapped the table and laughed, and directly gave a thumbs up: "Yaoyao, brilliant, you are right."

Zhou Chuncheng frowned: "Hey, Zhou Yao, you...you dare to say me, kid, you have grown up."

Zhou Yao still held back the second half of the sentence, uncle, you are the kind of "the former aunt has not disappeared in the wind, you are already rushing to the next one like the wind"!

This is the case with singing, and the audience can hear it. Some people sing with their voices and howl;As Zhou Yao grew older, he would gradually have his own views and thoughts on many things.

"Your band's singing is so-so." Zhou Chuncheng commented, "Singing Lao Cui's "Girl in the Flower House" always feels almost meaningless."

"Yes, yes," said the manager who was sitting with him, "Gangzi and the others have only been here for more than half a year, so let's make do with it."

"There are a lot of young bands like this now, and some of them are quite talented," Zhou Chuncheng said.

"There are a lot of people in this business, and they occupy various venues in the city. Occasionally, there are conflicts and pinches." The manager said, "Gang Zi and the others came from the Northeast, 'North Drift'."

"People from the Northeast who come to make music are quite talented, not bad." Zhou Chuncheng glanced at Zhou Yao.

"Actually, he is not as good as anyone else in "Girl in the Flower House". We have a singer here who can sing many songs by Wang Jie and Qi Qin. He is from Chaoyang, not Piaoer." The manager said.

"Really?" Zhou Yao's eyes lit up, "What songs can you sing?"

"Sing one for us if you sing well." Zhou Chuncheng was dazzled by those long-haired, shirtless underpants with big flowers on the stage.Are these big underpants made by cutting out the big flowered quilt on the top of the kang?

"That one isn't here, and doesn't listen to my orders." The manager said with a smile, "That one isn't our resident singing, that kind of one just comes to sing and play, and the one who sings and plays occasionally sings very well."

"So who are you talking about?" The waiter serving drinks also interjected, "He's so arrogant, he doesn't even order songs!"

"Hey, I still said, Gangzi gave me some, but last time the guests didn't order him, so I insisted on letting someone sing, and it turned out to be very uncomfortable. I hurt him, and I almost got into a fight." Another service Sheng chirped and said.

"Hey, they're fine. Later, they reconciled and there is no conflict." The manager said.

"It's because of the last time, a few people from another band outside found fault with our band, held back to find fault with Gang Zi and the others, and then they really fought, and then whoever happened to come over, damn it, just took it A guitar was swung, and the head was smashed, which wiped out the momentum of the outsiders, it's so powerful." The first waiter said.

"The point is that he didn't play his own guitar. He played Gangzi's guitar in the fight. This kid is so fucking bad!" The second waiter covered his mouth and laughed, "But is this helping Gangzi save the fight? It was Gangzi’s guitar that was being played, and the band members had nothing to say. Did you play the other’s keyboard? Unfortunately, I didn’t see clearly...I think that kid did it on purpose.”

"Well, I didn't expect that either." The manager shook his head and smiled awkwardly, "Is he still a student?"

Zhou Yao kept poking the fruit plate with a toothpick. At first he wanted to eat it, but now he had no intention of eating it, so he lowered his head and poked the plate of apples frantically.

"Who are you talking about? Who is the student?" He suddenly raised his head and asked.

"Yaoyao, you poked every piece of apple into briquettes for me, do you still let others eat?" Zhou Chuncheng glanced at him.

"Can you tell me who?" Zhou Yao ignored his uncle.

"Just the friend of our boss's nephew, friend, not our resident singer, but also out to play like you." The second waiter explained with a smile, and then was dismissed by the manager with his eyes, talking too much.

"What's your name?" Zhou Yao asked again and again.

"We don't often call names here, what's your name?" The manager frowned and smiled, "What Jia."

"Qu Jia." The second waiter turned around and said, "In the beginning, those illiterate and illiterate idiots couldn't read it. They pronounced 'Zhai' to others, and we all remembered it once we were scolded. Absolutely dare not misread in front of others, Qu, Qu, Qu Jia!"

There was no need to ask the fourth time, Zhou Yao stuffed the apples poked into briquettes one by one into his mouth, chewed them, and showed a sincere and grateful smile to the waiter: "Thank you."

……

On Friday night, Zhou Yao came over again, because he had already quietly asked the second waiter that the one who sang very well would come to sing that night.

Those who wore big flowered quilts on their underpants didn't come out, the hall was suddenly quiet, and the guests ordered songs at random, and went to karaoke in the order of order.The place where the lights converge is a small stage, and below it is a semi-circular sofa seat.The big red sofa is paired with a brown glass coffee table, and a red rose is placed on the coffee table. The lighting is dim and the atmosphere is quite romantic.

Zhou Yao came here again and again, just to see his childhood friend.

He came back again, and returned to this big city that he said he was familiar with but was not familiar with, but was actually quite strange.He will also feel lonely and hesitant in his heart, as if wandering on the edge of a bustling city, unable to find his way for a while, he also needs stability and recognition.The children I met in this city when I was in elementary school have long since lost contact, and I can't find anyone. Only the "broken temple" of the primary school attached to the machine tool factory is still there, and several teachers are still there, and they still miss him.He also misses his childhood friend.

But he didn't tell his second uncle about this matter, and he had an idea in his heart.Intuitively, someone like his uncle would not agree with the "classmate friendship and buddy loyalty in elementary school", and he must feel that there is a hole in his head.

That night, looking forward to the person he wanted to see, he came out to sing.

When I really saw myself, there was no exaggerated feeling like a moment of lightning, a meeting of golden wind and jade dew, it was all nonsense, Zhou Yao saw a figure with a guitar, wearing a denim suit, stretching his legs from the audience Take a step up and jump on it.

There were already applause and whistles under the stage, the man turned his head and was stunned under the light: "No one brought me a chair?"

A waiter called here: "Hurry up and move a chair!"

Another guest laughed and shouted, "I'll bring you a red sofa!"

"It's okay, just sit and sing." The kid also smiled.

The boy's hairstyle is shaved very short, and finally he is no longer explosive wavy hair and flowery underpants, which can really scare the old friends to death.

Slender face, slender eyes; baby fat and the like, if there was once, it must be gone now, showing the skinny feeling of the real face.Wearing a baggy denim jacket and skinny jeans, he sat down on the edge of the stage, pulled the microphone to the lowest position, found a comfortable position, began to pluck the strings, and sang...

Zhou Yao stared intently, feeling that his eyes were not working well, and felt sore, so he subconsciously moved forward.If he only looked at the back, he would definitely not be able to recognize it in a flash.

As for the lazy little Jiajia, she never stands when she can sit, and never sits when she can lie down.Able to walk and play on the football field, never move.That's the kind of person.

He was very familiar with the faint look in those narrow eyes. Under the stage lights, two clusters of small fires flashed... This boy is Qu Jia.

Waiter No. [-] recognized Zhou Yao and came over to say hello: "Come to listen to the song?... What do you want to hear, I'll help you talk about it? But he usually sings whatever he wants to sing."

"Let him sing whatever he wants, I don't order songs." Zhou Yao stared forward, "Anyway, he sings well."

"Yeah, it sounds good, and we like it too." The waiter said with a smile.

"The voice is naturally good." When Zhou Yao said this, his heart was unrestrained, "It has always been good."

"Your voice is really getting better!" The waiter came over and started chatting, "Which song do you like most?"

"It feels like he imitated Qi Qin, although it's not as bright, it's a bit more gritty than Qi Qin. Wang Jie's singing is more vicissitudes, with charm... In fact, it's all good, "Don't Let My Tears Stay with Me Overnight", The ones sung just now in "Something Sad and Crazy" are good." Zhou Yao is the number one big fan, commenting on a set, his blingbling eyes began to shine.

"This student is so handsome, oh my god, he has long legs." The waiter brother started to gossip.

"It's so handsome," Zhou Yao smiled happily, "I have long legs since I was a child, and I can wear any pants that can be shortened, there is no way to compare."

The waiter brother may not have understood the connotation of this sentence, and he was slightly stunned for a moment, and the two of them were immediately caught by the singing, and they couldn't take their eyes off together...

Qu Jia just plucked the guitar and sang any song he thought of, every time he played a random prelude and sang.The sound is really beautiful, and the gritty texture produced by the smoke is just right. When the tone is high, it penetrates the audience, and when it is low, it is like gently poking everyone's heart with your fingers.

Very very good.

Several audience members chanted "Girl in the Flower House" in the audience, and Qu Jia glanced at it and said, "Then sing this."

"It's a waste of your throat." Qu Jia seemed to be complaining in a low voice.

"I brought you a golden throat lozenge!" shouted from the audience below, and there was more than one.Some people enthusiastically yelled, "I brewed a small kumquat, it's warm, do you want to drink it! Jia—come and take a few sips to moisten your throat!!"

"You have to take it off to sing this song!" Another whistled, "You wear too much jacket."

The person sitting on the stage lowered his eyes, stopped talking, and then turned his face to the side of the stage, as if suddenly shy, what are you taking off, he didn't wear much at all.

The singing was really hot and the atmosphere was very good, so Qu Jia took off his denim jacket and wore a black hurdling vest inside. The skin under the lamp was beer-colored.

Zhou Yao was so dumbfounded, he lowered his head and smirked, and then looked up at the person he was familiar with... There were many people sitting in the audience, their eyes were shining brightly in the dark light, and those were already permanent fans Bar.At that time, underground bands, small folk musicians, campus singers, and those who often sang in nearby karaoke halls and campuses all had fan groups.

There were musicians in the back who provided keyboards and drums, and Qu Jia sang the tearful but tender "Girl in the Flower House".He didn't roar like Cui Jian, he changed the rock into a sad ballad, the faint sense of vicissitudes is condensed in the voice, and the emotional cry is integrated into the lyrics.

The emotions of the audience were ignited, many people applauded, raised their hands and waved...

"Handsome!" A male audience shouted.

"You can't see your legs when you're sitting! Jia—can you stand up!" A bold girl let out a groan, and then laughed.

"No." Qu Jia replied, "I'm lazy."

The laughter grew louder, and Qu Jia himself also lowered his head and laughed.

"I can't even see your face while sitting!" said a man.

"I'm not shorter than you when I'm sitting, right?" Qu Jia replied.

"I, who listen to music, can't even see your face. What do you want me to see?" the man complained.

"You can't stand up?" Qu Jia snorted, "Aren't you taller than the people in the front row when you stand up?"

"Ignore him and continue singing! You can sing while lying down!" Someone joked again.

Qu Jia didn't want to piss off the boring people in the audience, so he played a prelude and continued.

Zhou Yao stared blankly at the person.Qu Jia is not the same as before, and there is a lot of nonsense.After all, even if you’re singing on stage, even if you don’t set up an enamel jar to ask for a reward, you can’t always put on a bad face to the audience, as if everyone owes you.Every time Qu Jia finished singing, he always returned a gentle expression, and there were people below who offered drinks, golden voices, and girls gave plush toys and so on.

There is no charge for listening to music in the karaoke hall, but the money you make from opening a shop is deceitful drinks.A glass of juice for 15 yuan, beer coffee for 25 yuan, assorted fruit plate for [-] yuan, Remy Martin whiskey and champagne are more expensive.Qu Jia sang all night, and the boss also made a lot of money.

Zhou Yao's heart was surging, and he wanted to surprise the other party.He ran to the bar, borrowed a free phone number, and called the paging station directly: "Call 13979, tell him... Jiajia, I'm back, I'm waiting for you in the audience, let's have dinner together. Jia, don't miss you, thank you !"

As soon as he finished exhaling, the caller in his waist rang.

It can't be so fast, Qu Jia is still on stage.Zhou Yao looked down, I——

It was his uncle who called him, Zhou Chuncheng called out: 【Are you in Jadi now?Get back to me quickly.Don't be alone, I don't worry I'm here. 】

……

Zhou Yao just mentioned to his uncle that he would come to "Jiejie" to listen to songs, but he deliberately didn't go with his uncle and came by himself by bus.He has his own little plan, he wants to have a private dinner with Qu Jia to reminisce about the old days, so he doesn't bring outsiders.

Within 5 minutes, there was no need for him to call back, his uncle had already entered, looked around, and waved and shouted: "Yaoyao—"

Zhou Yao's face was extremely embarrassed, thinking "blind", wishing to bury his head behind the back of the sofa, and cover his head with sofa cushions...

This night was supposed to be very lively, people from all walks of life gathered together.Zhou Yao's uncle also has a little boy like a man, and it was inconvenient to bring his girlfriend here before.Today I came by myself, and as soon as I sat down, the manager winked at the two singing girls and hugged them left and right.In this kind of song and dance hall, there are singing, dancing and drinking, and whether there are any in the deeper part depends on the special needs of the guests.

Zhou Yao frowned: "Second Uncle, why don't you sit on another sofa?"

Zhou Chuncheng: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Yao had an idea in his mind: "It's too crowded for four people to sit on one sofa, and I'll get hot from the crowd."

"Eight of us sat on the same sofa, ha ha." His second uncle smiled a little waveringly.The two accompaniment girls approached with juice and smiled. Zhou Yao was very nervous and said, "I'm not crowded", and wanted to jump up and leave. Zhou Chuncheng hurriedly rescued his nephew: "It's true if you don't come. Still a student, a good student! Don’t come for real.”

Half of the audience in the audience was applauding, whistling and ordering songs, and the other half looked towards Zhou Yao and the others. The manager and waiters all went over to greet them attentively, offering wine and fruit plates, and sitting in a circle. This goal and movement were too great .

If Qu Jia can no longer see the movement here, then he is really blind.

Qu Jia has already started to sing the next song, which is Wang Jie's Cantonese hit song, which was in the parallel import tape passed from Guangdong, and it was all the rage for a while.

"If you can laugh, you won't cry. If you can find a confidant, you will be lonely."

A penetrating and sad tune, Zhou Yao was frozen in one sentence.The stage suddenly magnified infinitely, and the surrounding voices and lights all disappeared into nothingness, and his heartbeat slowed down by a whole beat.

Sitting on the stage, Qu Jia, who was lazily plucking the strings and singing in Cantonese, glanced at the corner where the crowd gathered, and the lamppost just happened to also sweep over, and Qu Jia's gaze was fixed on Zhou Yao's face.

The lights flickered, and it was like a cluster of gorgeous fireworks exploding on Zhou Yao's face.

Fireworks fell in the night sky, and he was lifted up in the clouds by a heat wave, and Qu Jia stared at him.

"..."

"If you can love, don't shrink back. If you can know each other, you are afraid of chasing."

"It's a pity that every time I meet love, I can't make me feel that I finally meet happiness..."

Qu Jia continued to sing, and the lyrics were easy to memorize anyway. He had sung them a hundred times, and they subconsciously flowed out of his mouth without thinking.He just stared at Zhou Yao, his eyes were frozen inch by inch, his face was a little stern, his bare shoulders without a coat trembled several times, extremely shocked.That kind of shock is not discounted at all.

Zhou Yao immediately regretted coming today, afraid of affecting Jiajia's singing, felt very sorry, and wanted to leave.

The tune of this song is getting higher and higher, and each section is higher than the next section. Qu Jia's voice is a grainy smoky voice, with fireworks and metallic colors, and it is born to rise.It felt like some kind of long metal instrument with rusty handle scratching the wall once and for all, scratching through the cracks in the wall of the old alley. Whoever has seen that scene knows...

This is "Who Knows the Heart of a Prodigal Son". Zhou Yao bought this cassette, and he can sing it too.It's just that my voice is bad, and I can't sing when it comes to the chorus.

Qu Jia was not so frightened by Zhou Yao that he couldn't sing anymore, and he didn't lose his voice, so he kept staring at Zhou Yao, and insisted on finishing singing with an expression of indifference that was so shocked that he was almost petrified.

The chorus was repeated so many times, it was as if the record player was stuck in an endless loop, the tape got stuck, and it would go on and on and on.The two members of the band were also bewildered, they could only look at each other and follow them over and over again.

"I heard that love that is too ideal should never be touched.

But I have traveled all over the thousand mountains, and I have to try to catch them.

I heard that everything that is too ideal should not be touched.

I will be on a lonely road again, and there will be happiness there. "

……

Qu Jia used the rusty metal color to scratch the lyrics in Zhou Yao's mind over and over again, and couldn't get past it.

The small underground concert was finally over. Qu Jia didn't say a word, jumped off the stage with his guitar and jacket, walked into the narrow passage of the karaoke hall, and stood against the wall under the lamp.

He looked down at the Chinese characters displayed on his bp machine.A line of small characters made him read and stand for a long time.

【Jiajia, I'm back. 】

……

You're back?

……

On the sofa, Zhou Yao resolutely rejected the manager's offer: "No, no! Don't ask him to come, I'm so tired. It's so late, don't do it, and I won't order any songs, thank you."

"You really like that student's singing?" His uncle sized him up. "Is it a student? I really don't look like it."

Zhou Yao just went to their elementary school again this morning, and deliberately asked Teacher Zhou Ling to ask for Qu Jia's caller number, so he came prepared.Anyway, with the contact number in his hand, he was already jumping so fast that he wanted to run away.

The manager looked up: "Hey."

As soon as Zhou Yao raised his head, his heartbeat slowed down again, so he couldn't even find the beat...

Qu Jia walked over without making a sound, and in a normal way, he moved a stool by himself and sat in front of a group of people, nodding and saying hello to each other.

He had already put on his denim jacket, and he held a cigarette between his fingers.

"Good singing, very good!" Zhou Yao's uncle happily gave a thumbs up and praised it sincerely.

"It's really not bad, huh?" The manager was very happy to hear the guest's compliment.

Zhou Yao bowed his head and scolded himself countless times, "F*ck, shit", it should be scolded.Qu Jia didn't say anything, but nodded to Zhou Chuncheng, and knocked ashes into the ashtray on the coffee table to receive this compliment.

"Are you still in school?" Zhou Chuncheng asked, "What grade are you in?"

"The first year of high school." Qu Jia said.

"Oh, so it's on your side? I really didn't see it." Zhou Chuncheng looked at Zhou Yao in a low voice.

Fuck me—Zhou Yao covered half of his face with his hands, trying to give Qu Jia a begging wink of "I know I was wrong" and "Master Jia, please forgive me", but Qu Jia ignored him.

"But they are older than you, and those who come to this kind of place must be more mature... They are all crazy, have a personality, and have a lot of energy." His uncle made another slap in the face.

Zhou Yao has already vomited blood on the sofa.

Fortunately, it was his uncle who came today, not his father, so we can break off the friendship.

"Uncle, why don't you take these two aunts to dance next door?" Zhou Yao said, holding back his blood.

"I'm too old to jump, so go jump yourself!" Uncle Zhou Yao continued to chat with a group of people, "Boy, do you often come to sing? Every night? Can this still go to school?"

"No, summer vacation." Qu Jia said.

"Oh, work-study program? It's not bad, you can earn money and have a future." Zhou Chuncheng said, "There are also many karaoke halls in Guangdong. You can go to Guangdong to sing in the future."

Qu Jia didn't say anything, and knocked the cigarette ash again.

Zhou Yao only had "fuck" in his mind.Qu Jia recognized it. The two had actually met each other long ago, but his second uncle didn't remember it at all.

A person like Zhou Chuncheng, who usually counts banknotes, eats hot food, and wanders around in various social occasions, would never remember that a few years ago, he drove to the small alley of the South Barracks and carried a Hitachi imported computer into the yard of a dilapidated bungalow. Refrigerator!

Qu Jia sat in the posture of a golden horse with swords and swords, looked at everyone, did not hide, but did not intend to "recognize" Zhou Yao.Everyone is pretending to be stupid, so just keep pretending.

This matter is because Zhou Yao was not honest from the beginning, and wanted to hide it, his uncle was simply too in the way.He quietly found some wine list and pen from the bottom floor of the coffee table, bowed his head and fiddled with it for a while, then quickly took out his half pack of cigarettes from his pocket when Qu Jia pinched out the cigarette butt, rolled it in his hand, and handed it to the other party generously : "You smoke mine."

He got up and walked towards the bathroom, and gave him a wink.

Behind him was his uncle who complained in surprise: "When did you learn to smoke, Yaoyao? Good student, you also smoke..."

Qu Jia held the pack of cigarettes in his hand and rolled them up slightly.

The note quietly wrote: [Jia~~~~~~Jia~~~~~~ Don't be angry with me, I was wrong and I knelt down, so I just want to talk to you. 】

The latter sentence is nonsense, what Zhou Yao needs to draw is those two extremely delicate wavy lines to match his rolling posture.

In the end, he was always a little afraid of Qu Jia's temper, afraid that the other party would get angry, but he was worried and palpited.To deal with Qu Jia, this is the last move left.

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