born stubborn

It is not unusual for Yuan Yang to swear a few outrageous swear words from this girl Yao Weiran.

Young people who entered society too early and played with marginalized things like to use this anti-mainstream method to highlight their own unconventionalism.

Sure enough, Liu Liang who was scolded was not angry. He might have gotten used to being scolded. Instead, he said with a smile: "Don't compare us, Liang Yue is like the sun in the sky, and I'm just a stinky stone in a latrine. I can't go anywhere." It glows, so I lie peacefully in the toilet, you don’t understand my world.”

"Yes, shit is still shit after Nirvana." The indifferent Li Fei answered blankly.

"Classic, it's so fucking classic!" Liu Liang patted his thigh and laughed, pointing at Li Fei, "Li Fei, you understand me, I will live up to you."

"Okay, wash your mouth for a while, and give me a mouthful." Li Fei said again.

"Fuck, Yao Weiran's flaming red lips are not enough, you still miss me?" Liu Liang kicked the sole of Li Fei's shoe, "It's okay to give you a mouth. After the mouth is over, let me fuck you in the anus."

"Liu Liang, you let the dog lick your fucking face, right?" Yao Weiran stood up and kicked Liu Liang, "What a fucking thing, you can change your name to the Empress Dowager."

"Hey hey hey!" Chen Xing at the counter laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, "Be careful, this is still underage."

"Ouch!" Liu Liang clutched his sore leg kicked by Yao Weiran, "Underage? Which one is underage?"

Liu Liang glanced at Yang Wei who was sitting in the corner first, probably because Yang Wei's facial features were rather silly and cute, which would make people think that although he was a giant, he was not yet familiar.

Yang Wei has been out of shape since he entered the store, and he may have followed the old saying that once he falls in love, he becomes undistracted.

Now seeing Liu Liang looking at him suddenly, he hurriedly waved his hands, "Don't look at me, I'm 18!"

Liu Liang turned his head to Chen Xing again, Chen Xing smiled and said, "I'm 18 too."

Both Li Fei and Yao Weiran are two or three years older than them, leaving Liang Yue and Yuan Yang.

Liu Liang pointed to Yuan Yang, "Hey, buddy who was number one in the race last time, how old are you?"

"17." Yuan Yang said truthfully.

"Where's Liang Yue? I don't seem to know how old you are." Liu Liang pointed at Liang Yue again.

Liang Yue looked at him with a smile, "I'm 17 too."

"Okay!" Liu Liang slapped his thigh again, "The two children haven't enlightened yet, so I won't force you to drink Nutrition Express."

"Liu Liang, are you done talking?" Li Fei said to him, "Have you practiced the new song written by Chen Xing?"

Seeing that Li Fei turned the topic to a serious matter, Liu Liang sat down seriously, "Then you haven't written the lyrics yet? You can practice after you fill it out. Anyway, I won't be able to make it to this performance."

Liang Yue turned his head and asked Chen Xing, "You wrote a new song again? Show me."

Chen Xing rummaged through the counter drawer, found a notebook, walked over and handed it to Liang Yue, "Take a look at this time, it feels better than the previous ones."

Liang Yue took a closer look at the notebook, and Yuan Yang leaned over to take a look.

The stave book, there are rows of tadpoles with crooked tails drawn on it, and he couldn't read it. He was surprised that Liang Yue could still understand the stave, "Liang Yue, can you understand?"

"So-so." Liang Yue said casually, "Hold it for me, I'll give it a try."

After speaking, he handed the notebook to Yuan Yang, and carried the guitar from Li Fei's arms.

Yuan Yang propped up the notebook, Liang Yue took a few serious glances, lowered his head and fiddled a few times, the voice came out a bit stuttering, not particularly coherent.

"Let me come, I've already practiced it." Chen Xing said, "It happens that Liu Liang is here, let's join the bass, you all listen and give me some advice."

After finishing speaking, Chen Xing took the guitar from Liang Yue's arms.

Liu Liang also cooperated to pick a bass from the shelf and fiddled with it.

Chen Xing stroked the plectrum all over the strings and tuned it again, and then he played it proficiently.

At the beginning, everyone didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the previous atmosphere was too cheerful and evil. After Chen Xing finished the prelude, Liu Liang's bass was accurately closed, and the tune suddenly became low, and everyone's state became quiet.

Most people who don't understand music can understand the emotions in the music. The special deep feeling of this piece brought Yuan Yang into a depressive atmosphere instantly.

Liang Yue also frowned when he heard that, the first half was too aggrieved, as if his head had been stuffed into a sealed bag, and it was difficult to breathe.

It's all darkness, the darkness that wants to be broken through, and the whole heart is blocked.

The darkness is getting darker and darker, but there is an unyielding force dormant at the touch of a trigger, secretly turbulent and restless at the bottom of the feet.

Sure enough, Chen Xing made a piercing sound, and the tune suddenly rose rapidly.

In the dark world, I finally saw the light, getting brighter and brighter, and then the breakthrough, ascension, explosion, and nirvana at an increasingly high speed...

Liang Yue, who was immersed in the sound of the music, murmured unconsciously, "I can't see hope, I can't see the light, I ignite myself, illuminate the confusion in front of me, I don't fear the darkness, because I am strong..."

Yuan Yang listened attentively to what Liang Yue chanted, and took every word into his heart.

He was deeply moved, this song gave him goosebumps, and Liang Yue's chanting also made him think of his own situation involuntarily, this is probably the so-called emotional resonance.

"Liang Yue, what did you just say?" After the song was played, Chen Xing poked the guitar against the counter, "Repeat again, I'll see if I can make lyrics."

"Get a pen." Liang Yue also became interested, and clapped his hands, "I'll write it out and see."

After Liang Yue finished writing, Chen Xing took it over and looked at it carefully, shook his head and smiled, "It rhymes, but it's too peaceful."

Yuan Yang suddenly stretched out his hand to Chen Xing, "Can you show me?"

Chen Xing handed it to him, "Yuan Yang, do you also write lyrics?"

"I haven't written it." Yuan Yang smiled.

He can't even read staff, let alone write lyrics, and he doesn't even know the intentional elements of those lyrics.

But this piece of music and the vague words that Liang Yue chanted inexplicably inspired Yuan Yang's strange inspiration.

Of course, this is also due to the influence of his literary father on him since he was a child.

Yuan Yang reached out to take the pen from Liang Yue, thought for a while, and began to revise the notebook according to his feeling...

Open your eyes and see no hope,

Can't catch up with the morning light while running,

I can only set myself on fire,

Illuminate the confusion of the road ahead.

I loose the shackles of the world,

I flap my wings and try to fly,

I fly wildly toward the sun,

Embracing the clouds wandering.

Unyielding is burned with heat,

Because I'm naturally stubborn...

"That's it!" Liang Yue, who had been watching from the side, squeezed Yuan Yang's hand excitedly, "Yuan Yang, I'm so happy... I appreciate you!"

Yuan Yang smiled embarrassedly, and handed the notebook to Chen Xing, "I wrote it blindly, I don't know if it will work."

Chen Xing took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. Chao Yuanyang gave a thumbs up in admiration, and handed the notebook to Li Fei, "Play it again, Li Fei, try to close the words..."

Xia Weichu got angry recently, and one of his teeth hurts when chewing. At first, he resisted poking it hard with a toothpick, but finally couldn't help it anymore, and made an appointment to see a dentist in the afternoon.

Food is good these days, but there are more people with bad teeth, Xia Weichu has been waiting until evening.

The dentist is a young man who loves to laugh, and he speaks politely. He opened his mouth with a mouth mirror and looked carefully. After pulling the probe twice, he saw a crack running through the tooth surface.

"Your tooth is cracked, it's better to have the fake one pulled out."

"Pull it out?" Xia Weichu was a little surprised.

In his conception, the parents whose body, hair and skin are affected can't just have their teeth pulled out.

More importantly, he heard that inlays are not so expensive, "How much is one inlay?"

"You need three, get a set." The dentist poured out a cup of water and asked Xia Weichu to rinse his mouth, "You'd better not have metal inlays at your age, it will affect X-rays when you go to the hospital, inlaid with all-ceramic suitable."

"Ah, how much is it?" Xia Weichu rinsed his mouth and asked again.

The dentist brought a price list and pointed to the top row to show him, "This is the imported all-ceramic one, five thousand apiece."

"How much?" Xia Weichu stared straight.

"Five thousand pieces." The dentist repeated it politely, and then quickly added: "We are holding an event now, with a [-]% discount and a box of toothpaste for you."

Xia Weichu originally thought it would cost two or three hundred dollars to insert a tooth, but the five thousand dollars made him tremble, and suddenly he felt that a toothache, such a big ailment, was tolerable.

Where is the inlay here, but the diamond inlay, he rolled over and got off the operating table, "I'll think about it."

Seeing that he was about to leave in his clothes and cap, the dentist lost all politeness, "Hey, your teeth haven't been treated yet?"

"I'm busy today, I'll deal with it later." Xia Weichu quickly dressed and went out.

Fifteen thousand, how many boxes of paint, how many knives of rice paper, how many small things to buy, how many small papers to play with?

Just pull out such a broken tooth, and Gabeng is gone?

"It's not worth it!" Xia Weichu calculated, no matter how he calculated, he felt that it was inappropriate.

Although he is a painter and his works are priced at the national standard, it is just a certified title and does not represent fame.

It's not that the works are competing for someone to buy and others to collect. No matter how good the painting is, if it can't be sold, it is just a piece of waste paper.

There is a price but no market, which is his current situation.With [-] teeth pulled, Xia Weichu had to weigh it.

Yuan Yang found an excuse to buy water and came out to get some air.

There were three unfamiliar people inside, and it was embarrassing to sit for a long time. Coupled with the melody and lyrics just now, the depression and restlessness he had born out of thin air collided with each other, and he needed to calm down.

It was already dark outside, and the bright red signboards of Rigui Supermarket seemed more vivid.

It is estimated that the business of this store is not much better, especially in such a dark night.

The owner of the canteen is an old man in his 70s and [-]s. He is hunched over the counter, looking down at his mobile phone.

Probably the eyesight is not very good, the distance between the face and the phone is only about ten centimeters, so you can kiss me after dozing off.

Yuan Yang directly took seven bottles of water from the shelf, carried them to the counter, and poked them all on the counter.

The old man numbly raised his head and glanced at Yuan Yang, "14 yuan two." After finishing speaking, he returned his attention to the phone.

Why are there still two hairs?Yuan Yang was puzzled, and counted the water bottles, a total of seven bottles, and did not take an extra bottle cap, "Twenty cents?"

"Don't you want a bag?" The old man frowned and glanced at Yuan Yang again.

"No," Yuan Yang took out two ten-yuan ones and put them on the counter, "I'm from the piano store next door."

The old man fumbled for the money, turned around and fumbled for change in the money box at the back.

Yuan Yang glanced at the old man's mobile phone screen in his spare time, there was a white and scary snake face on the screen, winking at the opposite side of the screen, muttering something, he couldn't hear clearly.

Everyone loves beautiful anchors, and it's not surprising that old men like to watch them. Old men who are so out of date can't accept it.

The old man threw the six yuan in change on the counter, rubbed his buttocks and sat back, continuing to look down at his phone.

Yuan Yang picked up the water and was just about to leave when he suddenly remembered that Chen Xing said to bring a pack of cigarettes, put down the water again, took out the change from his pocket, and threw it on the counter like the old man, "One more pack of cigarettes."

The old man looked at him impatiently, "Why don't you finish talking at once?"

Yuan Yang raised his eyebrows and didn't say a word. It's annoying to sell the goods. No wonder the name of the store has changed to Sun Ghost Supermarket, and he doesn't know how to fix it.

The old man patted a pack of cigarettes on the counter, "Do you want anything else?"

"No more." Yuan Yang picked up the seven bottles of water, clutching the pack of cigarettes in his hand, and walked out of the canteen in a funny way.

Ever since he saw the name of this canteen, he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen. Yuan Yang had just walked to the door of Chen Xing's store, and suddenly felt that there was someone on the street staring at him nicely.

Yuan Yang turned his head quickly.

Sure enough, it was a ghost, and that person turned out to be his uncle Xia Weichu.

Xia Weichu was wearing a loose windbreaker, with a narrow-brimmed hat on his head, covering half of his swollen face suffering from toothache, and staring straight in this direction.

There are not many people on this street, and occasionally a living thing pops up, which can easily attract people's attention.

So as soon as Yuan Yang came out of the Rigui Supermarket, Xia Weichu felt that the man in the No. [-] Middle School uniform looked a lot like his nephew.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Yuan Yang.

The distance from the street to the store was not far, Yuan Yang held seven bottles of water in his arms and a pack of cigarettes in his hand, just stood in front of Chen Xing's open store and looked at Xia Weichu.

In the shop behind him were the group of 'little punks' who Xia Weichu didn't like to see, who were playing the Divine Comedy like howling ghosts and howling wolves just now.

Xia Weichu's face immediately changed color, walked over in two or three steps, glanced at the pack of cigarettes in Yuan Yang's hand, gritted his teeth and said, "What are you doing here?"