But unwilling to see the scenery

Lin Huai's comedy rap is obviously to make quick money.But the twenty-eighth rule exists in any circle. It is difficult to make money standing up, but it does not mean that you are willing to kneel down and finish the job. If you want to become like Lin Huai now, you still have to rely on talent and ability.

So if you really want to compare him with Song Zhou, the two must match in intelligence, there is no doubt about it.

But he doesn't have Song Zhou's stubborn tenacity. He has no choice. He was ten years old when he was adopted by Liang Zhen, and he clearly knew that he was an orphan. The standard of a good life is to have a house and a car in a first-tier city, have a decent job, and travel abroad with your family and family. Otherwise, life will be a failure.

In fact, he matured earlier than boys of the same age, and used his outstanding talents to pursue success as defined by the world.Sooner or later, there will be problems. Shao Mingyin discovered it early, but he didn't know how to solve it. Liang Zhen didn't take it seriously at first. It was entirely because Shao Mingyin was worried that he couldn't sleep well, so he took action and asked Lin Huai to follow him during the summer vacation. He ran performances all over the world, showing him all kinds of life in all walks of life.

Some of them really lived what Lin Huai wanted to be. Once they finished performing at a live house in Shanghai, the two of them walked to the subway station with their guitars on their backs. Urban white-collar workers.

At that time, Lin Huai would call Liang Zhen's father with a shy face, and said to him: "Father, I will also live this kind of life in the future. I have a desk at such a high place."

"What kind of life?" Liang Zhen glanced at him, then looked at the time, and asked, "The kind that works overtime at nine o'clock on Saturday night?"

Lin Huai: "..."

Lin Huai didn't know how to explain to Liang Zhen, so he said dully, "You don't understand."

"Who said I don't understand?" Liang Zhen could see clearly, "They work in the office building during the day, and become immortals at night? There is no shit in life?"

Lin Huai: "..."

Liang Zhen was amused by his angry look: "Don't you like to hear your father say bad things?"

Lin Huai said seriously: "I think your values ​​are wrong."

Liang Zhen asked: "Then tell me, whose values ​​are right?"

"..." Lin Huai couldn't answer for a while.

This reaction was completely expected by Liang Zhen. Liang Zhen sighed and said earnestly: "Son, this world is very complicated. Not everyone is as good as your father and your father. There are a small group of people who are even more cunning." , I don’t understand how to live, or if I live too much, I just put my ideas on you little brats, and brainwash you who are not experienced in the world, what kind of life is good. This kind of person is bad in his bones. Don’t treat ordinary people as human beings, and ordinary life as life. But in fact, everyone is human, as long as you live in the present, you are the best life.”

Two figures, one tall and one short, were walking on the streets of Shanghai as bright as day.After pondering for a long time, Lin Huai, who was carrying the guitar, looked up at Liang Zhen, and said frankly, "Father, I understand the truth, but I still feel that the life that others envy is more tempting to me."

Liang Zhen didn't try to persuade him any more, and felt that his thinking was actually quite normal. He smiled and said, "That can't be helped, you always have to walk the road by yourself, but... when you meet that person, you won't I thought so."

Lin Huai was confused: "Who is it? You are so amazing."

"How do I know who that person of yours is?" Liang Zhen looked around, looking at those tall buildings.

"You have to find it yourself, or wait. Wait until one day he walks towards you, and you can figure out what the real good life is like. At that time, let alone a desk, a whole tall building is better. Sit in bed with him tonight."

"Oh." Lin Huai understood a little bit in a daze, Liang was really satisfied, rubbed the cheap son's hair, and told him: "Then don't be unhappy when you return to Lanzhou this time, you don't know, your dad is worried about you every day, If you're in a bad mood, he won't sleep well at night, if he can't sleep well, I'll..."

Lin Huai also laughed, and the two entered the subway station to catch the green leather train bound for Lanzhou.Many years later, Liang Zhen has a concert-level box office appeal, and he no longer needs to buy a sleeper to save accommodation fees like ten years ago. His happiest time is still the "hard days" of the past, writing songs, recording songs, and releasing albums Or mixtape, and then perform in livehouses all over the country.

At that time, he could hear the chorus version of "Liangzhou Ci", and he would openly tell the audience before singing "Crossing Mountains and Mountains" that he should stop shouting at his husband for this song, and his salsa is here Backstage, I'm sorry.

He has now deleted the Weibo post of Shao Mingyin drawing a carp on his neck. During the encore part of the concert, the audience shouted the phrase "Hero Lanzhou origin, rap Liang Zhen's attitude". He clearly knows what songs everyone wants to hear, but he can only Sorry to say, that song...you know, can't be sung.

When he wrote "Liangzhou Ci", it was Lin Huai's current age. When he was a young man, he was full of fresh clothes and angry horses.

There was no reality show at that time, everyone was underground, and whether they could get up or not depended on their ability - the most exciting moment of rap was when country boys knocked on the door of the vast world with their own talent and perseverance, so they persisted all the way, If it can't be done, then it is paving the way for the younger generation, and firmly believes that the future will be better.

Now that the future has finally come, the key to the door has been taken away by someone who knows how to weigh the pros and cons rather than the music itself, and Lin Huai is also inside.

He hasn't experienced many ideological struggles, and there are always some compromises on the path of pursuit, otherwise there is no way to find a balance.He has always thought that the best choice is to go his own way, and he has a set of self-justified logic. Until Song Zhou appeared in front of him, he did not refute him or argue with him. He existed silently, but he did not recognize him. The more he is reminded: he was not like this before——

Then what was he like before? He found a copy of "Steppenwolf" in the corner of the bookstore in the shopping mall. There is a line of self-analysis in it: "I was originally a vigorous young man, a poet, and an artist. Friends, globetrotters, passionate idealists, how did they get to this point?"

Lin Huai sighed, closed the book and put it back on the shelf, not planning to buy it.

After dinner with Yan Ruoyu, they didn't act together again. One went back to the room, changed into pajama pants, dressed up, and went to the producer's office to find Jiang Nuo. Instead of wasting time, I went to a bookstore on a rare occasion.

Before using the system in the computer to search for the title, the clerk can't be sure that there is such a book in their store, even if its author is a Nobel Prize winner.Lin Huai didn't go to the coffee shop in the bookstore, but sat on the steps and read it all afternoon. It can be said that there was no resonance, but when he passed by the most conspicuous best-seller wall of the bookstore when he left, he would not be indignant, thinking that the book at the top of the list was the best seller. It should be a classic classic, not some youth inspirational literature that sells dog meat.

In the end, he went back to the bookstore, bought the copy of "Steppenwolf" that no one cared about, and went to a cake shop to buy a cupcake.

After returning to the hotel, he swiped his card and pushed open the door of the double room. Song Zhou sat in front of the wooden table under the TV, turned on the small desk lamp, and didn't know what he was doing. He didn't look at Lin Huai, just like he used to lie in bed and read a book, ignoring the existence of this roommate.

But Lin Huai couldn't ignore him.Even though Song Zhou was out of tune with this world, in Lin Huai's eyes, he was just a young man with a bookish air, with the dignified, elegant, stubborn and honest that is unique to scholars.

This kind of temperament is really rare now.Lin Huai approached, put everything in his hand on the table, and observed what Song Zhou was doing.

I saw him holding a white pill with two fingers in his right hand and pressing it on the table. With his left hand, he held a blade the size of an eyebrow trimmer and swiped back and forth on the pill, trying to cut the pill into two equal pieces.

Lin Huai remembered that Song Zhou had said that these medicines were vitamins before, and he couldn't help wondering: "Is this vitamin A or BCD, why do you need to take half and half pills?"

Song Zhou paused his hand holding the blade, and finally he was willing to raise his eyes to look at Lin Huai. His face was still indifferent, and he was unwilling to speak, and continued to cut the pills.

But there is a transparent film on the outside of the white tablet, and the active ingredient inside is still in powder form, which is easy to disperse under the slow and careful friction of the blade.Lin Huai was warm-hearted, and felt that Song Zhou's cutting was too slow, and when he came back after going out for a few minutes, he had an extra bone cutter borrowed from the hotel restaurant in his hand.

"Come on!" Lin Huai waved it twice, and said with air, "Feel the great sword of Marxism."

Song Zhou: "..."

Song Zhou didn't think it was funny, but Lin Huai wasn't such a fool on the first day.He was used to it, and continued to draw slowly with the small blade. Lin Huai took out a piece from the medicine box, everything was fast and accurate, not only faster than Song Zhou, but also did not leak the medicine powder.

After all, efficiency was at the forefront, so Song Zhou acquiesced in Lin Huai's helping him cut the pills.Curious, Lin Huai picked up half a piece and wanted to taste it, but Song Zhou showed nervousness like never before, and quickly snatched it back.

"You..." Lin Huai smiled, complaining while cutting, "It's fine if you don't even say thank you, you won't even give me half a piece—"

"Thank you."

Lin Huai thought he was hallucinating, so he shuddered and almost cut his hand.

But he didn't have auditory hallucinations, even though Song Zhou still didn't even look at him, he sharpened slowly with a small blade on his own.

The two cut about a dozen slices in total. Song Zhou set aside the amount to be eaten at night, and put the rest back into the medicine box. It seemed that he was going to lie down on the bed after eating.Lin Huai pushed the cake to him and said, "Let's make it dessert before going to bed."

Song Zhou didn't answer, wondering why Lin Huai was so courteous all of a sudden, but Lin Huai didn't explain, but asked Song Zhou to unpack the carton first: "You will like it."

He said it so definitely, if Song Zhou showed reluctance, it would be too embarrassing and impolite.

And when he unwrapped the cupcakes, the look in his eyes was indeed different.

The cake was very small, and it was made of mousse as a clay potted plant. Instead of soft cream, it was decorated with red bean paste mixed with pigments extracted from fresh vegetables. The pink petals and red stamens were outlined. It was bright, delicate, and lifelike. The scribbles on the paper on which the lyrics are written are very similar to the rhododendrons.

There was also a shovel-shaped spoon in the packing box. After a while, Song Zhou took the small shovel in his hand and asked, "How much is it? I'll give it back to you."

Lin Huai smiled again, thinking that he had guessed correctly. People like Song Zhou seemed difficult to get in touch with, but his preferences were not complicated at all. As long as they were pure and beautiful things, they could catch his eyes.

"No, I'll see you off." Lin Huai didn't say that he had a light sleep the night before, but secretly saw him get up in the middle of the night, without turning on the light, and fumbled to the small refrigerator to take out the leftover cake from the day and stuff it into his mouth.

Song Zhou was squatting on the ground with his back facing him, his shoulders were shaking uncontrollably while eating, and he crawled back into the bed after eating, and when he woke up the next day, he was that indifferent Song Zhou again, who had no relationship with anyone, nor No one saw his sudden vulnerability in the middle of the night, except Lin Huai who also pretended nothing happened.

"I just think this cake is beautiful and sweet, and it fits your temperament very well," Lin Huai exaggeratedly sighed, with an exaggerated tone, "Ah, all living beings are suffering, and you are Dove."

Song Zhou: "..."

Song Zhou didn't know how to respond. He always felt that Lin Huai had some intentions. He glanced at "Steppenwolf" on the other side of the table and wanted to ask him why he suddenly bought the book. Ankle outside of pant leg.

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