cold flame

After dinner, Gao Wenxuan was going back, and Lin Mo was going to work in the bar. Naturally, they walked together, but they faced each other silently in the car.As the weather started to heat up, Lin Mo opened the car window wide and leaned on the seat to blow the air.

"Is it hot?" Gao Wenxuan turned on the air conditioner, and slowly closed the windows on both sides.

All the noise around the ear is still, and the red and green lights outside the window that can divert the line of sight fade on the glass window. The isolated space in the car is only stuffy and quiet, and the temperature is gradually dropping.

Gao Wenxuan stretched out his hand to turn on the music, and the familiar piano music came flowing, all of which were practiced by Lin Mo.

Although they were still speechless, there was an extra melody between the two of them, which unknowingly reduced the dullness. Lin Mo listened carefully, and soon arrived at the intersection of the bar street.

"Wait for me after get off work."

Lin Mo unbuckled his seat belt, was slightly taken aback when he heard the other party's instructions, and quickly answered "Yes" before jumping out of the car.

The unhappiness after drinking a few days ago did not seem to have brought a further negative impact on the relationship between the two. Lin Mo knew that this was the edge, and there would be no more or less points, because there would always be "family" This thread binds them.

What's more, Gao Wenxuan is best at whitewashing everything as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Lin Zi again, he was still dressed in black, unlike other boys of the same age who deliberately "pretended to be cool", Lin Mo felt that he really wanted to hide himself in black.

After discussing the appearance salary and other things, they are all neat and straightforward people. Although Lin Mo has never been in a resident band in a bar, he also knows that this salary is great for someone who can be said to have no experience. trust and approval.

A resident band in a bar is nothing compared to a campus singing contest. The perfect accompaniment recorded only needs to be performed according to the rehearsal, and each transition is just right on the familiar beat, and you can even close your eyes and immerse yourself in a beautiful piece of music.

In the bar, it is a close-up live performance. Not only must each capital maintain a stable state with the accompaniment, but it also needs to drive the atmosphere off the stage. The workload of nearly three hours a night seems easy, but it is not as expected. So simple.

Although Lin Mo tried his best to conceal the unnatural feeling brought by the specific environment under the bar owner's instructions, and tried to sing the songs he was familiar with after the deletion, he still felt a little powerless.

It's not an emotion like strangeness or nervousness, it always feels like something is missing.

"It would be great if there was an electric piano." During the intermission, when Lin Mo looked at the few musical instruments randomly placed on the stage, such thoughts suddenly flashed across his mind.

"You can also play the piano?" Cai Cong, who was overheard next to him, exclaimed, as if he had found a treasure, "That's great! Sure enough, we saw the right person."

Lin Zi raised his chin at Lin Mo, "The boss happens to have an electric piano at his place, it was left over from the last group, you can use it."

When he came to the stage again, there was a black and white keyboard in front of him, and his fingers jumped smoothly on the keys, like a puppet who had finally been wound up. Lin Mo's heart danced accordingly, and his passive stiffness was swept away.

Sure enough, some things have gradually become indispensable. For him, it is not just as simple as notes.

In Lin Mo's free and easy performance of one song after another, Lin Zi occasionally sang along with the voice. After singing tired, take the initiative to pick up the mic and sing the transition.

In fact, he can be the lead singer by himself. Cai Cong said that Lin Mo has the ability but never agrees to be the lead singer, always willing to stand behind and be a guitarist.What surprised Lin Mo the most was that there was no leader in this small band, and the other members would always ask Lin Zi when they encountered problems, and the latter would always express his thoughts jokingly.

Even this band doesn't have an official name.

"Whatever you want to call it, it is what it is." This is what Lin Zi said when he saw Lin Mo's surprised expression.

It was as casual as if it had been formed temporarily, which made Lin Mo feel very cordial.There is a kind of spiritual contract that does not stick to the form, tacitly surrounds people who share the same love in their hearts, simple and pure.

So he didn't consciously take it seriously, and even tried his best to satisfy the song ordering session near the end.

The audience did not know who said the title of the song. After confirming that the other accompaniments were OK, the last song of the night slowly flowed out.This is a song he hasn't heard for a long time, and now that he sang it from his own mouth, it seems to be repeated countless times in his head, and the state of mind when he heard this song is slowly rising.

"Follow the curves you designed, turn around and fall into the paradise of the wind eye. Everything in the world revolves centripetally. Accompany me to precipitate for you. Transcend rationality and surpass nature. Hid God and let you come to my side..."

The lights were also adjusted softly with the music, gathering on the people in the middle of the stage, as if they were radiating their own brilliance.Lin Mo is such a person, no matter where he goes, he can make people's eyes shine, because of his good-looking appearance, but also because of his awe-inspiring temperament that is suitable for standing on a high place and making it difficult to approach.

At this time, those cold eyes slowly lost their focus, and he lowered his eyelids, a small shadow cast by his eyelashes, on his fair face, seemed to be mottled after a memory mark.

Lin Mo didn't know that when he was singing, there was a figure in the dark under the stage, watching him silently.

Gao Wenxuan seldom smokes. It should be said that he rarely smokes in public in consideration of the image of a strict self-disciplined doctor.So Lin Mo was arranging the instruments under the stage and seeing the other party leaning against the edge of the bar in the dark, his chiseled face hidden behind the smoke, he was slightly taken aback.

With the completely opposite expression from that modest gentleman, with the psychedelic lights projecting on his face, Lin Mo suddenly felt that the other party's eyes staring at him carried a different meaning than before.

"That's the one you like?" Lin Zi approached with the guitar on his back, and floated out the words at a volume that only two people could hear.

Lin Mo turned his head to look at his face with an unruly smile. He was not surprised that someone like Lin Zi would say these words, but he didn't understand how the other party could tell at a glance...

Lin Zi seemed to see his question, "I've noticed you since the first time you came to the destination. People in the same world can sometimes be recognized at a glance."

So did he.Lin Mo tilted his head and replied in a low voice, "You read it wrong." He didn't deny it, but just reflexively wanted to refute Lin Zi's first sentence.

"It seems that I have no chance." After finishing speaking, the other party strode past him with a chuckle.

Lin Mo walked towards the man leaning against the bar, Gao Wenxuan waited until he approached, then leisurely exhaled the last cigarette, reached out and pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside him.

"Let's go."

"How do you know I'm in this family?" Lin Mo walked beside Gao Wenxuan, smelling a faint smell of smoke.

"I was walking outside and came in when I heard your voice." He looked at Lin Mo and said with a smile, "I've listened to several songs, and it turns out that I graduated from the music department. She sang well, especially the last one."

"Really." Lin Mo took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket nonchalantly, put one in his mouth and lit it.

Seeing this, Gao Wenxuan stretched out his hand to take out the cigarette he was holding in his mouth without thinking, "Stop smoking right after singing, it's bad for your voice."

Then he put the cigarette into his mouth, Lin Mo watched the lighted end of the cigarette light up between the other's fingers, and suddenly felt dryness in his throat. After getting in the car, he took a sip of the mineral water Gao Wenxuan gave him.