little turtle in pocket

In [-] A.D., a certain fly restaurant in Beijing.

On winter nights, even the dim yellow halo of the street lamps seemed to be frozen and narrowed.Occasionally a car hurried past, adding to the desolation on the street.

The man looked at his watch: "It's already so late!" Leaning against the corner of the oily black board wall, he reached into his pocket.

A hand stretched out from the side, grasping the man's wrist accurately, and someone shouted inarticulately: "No smoking!"

While ordering, the little boy swallowed the last piece of beef, and squinted at his brother triumphantly.

This looks really underwhelming.Wu Ming looked back at the child, and said sincerely: "I've talked about the heat of the beef, you see you have two pimples on the left side of your face!"

"Ah, really?" Wen Nuo was most nervous about this uninvited youth partner, and quickly loosened his grip on the other's wrist, and touched his face, "It can't be so fast, can it?"

Wu Ming took the opportunity to take out the cigarette case, quickly pulled out one, and as soon as he held it between his lips, he was stared at by those dark eyes, and raised his hands in a gesture of surrender: "Okay, okay, okay! I won't smoke and return it." Can't it?"

Just as Wen Nuo was about to say something, he heard the sound of water dripping from handsome Wu's pocket.

"I K, who the hell is sending text messages at this time?"

Looking at the screen of the mobile phone, Handsome Wu seemed a little petrified, frowning slightly and didn't move for a long time, until Wen Nuo began to wipe the oil from his fingers on his sleeve: "What text message? Can I ask you?"

Wu Ming put away his mobile phone, stretched out his long arms, pressed the back of the child's head, and said "paw" on those two oily lips: "It's nothing, brother will take you to a fun place!"

Sociologists have a classification method, which divides people into three types according to their survival attributes: the first type is the thinking type, who spends all day thinking about how to make bread better, and the representatives are all kinds of humanities scholars; the second type is hard work Type, you think about you, he just immerses himself in making bread, and the representatives are researchers of various practical disciplines and industrial and agricultural laborers; the third type is more dangerous, the predatory type, who doesn’t do production and doesn’t think about anything, come up directly Just grab, representative characters real estate businessman and robber thief.

It is said that an ideal society should be spindle-shaped, with very few people in the first and third categories, and the vast majority in the second category.

That sociologist seems to have overlooked that there is another kind of people in the world, they neither think nor work, and they don't want to take advantage of others. They mainly rely on the second kind of people to support them, just like the crickets who only care about playing the piano in summer , just waiting for the hardworking ants to feed.

If anyone tells this conclusion to Li Dongxing, he will flick his hair and make an indecent gesture: "I am an artist, what do you know, you commonplace?!"

He doesn't think there's anything wrong with living a life that doesn't last a meal. It's the style of an artist, and not everyone can learn it.

Just like at this moment, standing on the stage, although being dazzled by the spotlights and completely unable to see the situation off the stage clearly, Dongxing still feels a sense of heroism that dominates the world.

Rock is the most beautiful noise in the world.While it makes you half-deaf, it can also make your mind clear, like the land is white and clean after snow, even if those worldly troubles are only temporarily covered up.

At the end of the song, Dongxing, who was kneeling in front of the stage, resumed his standing posture, and threw back the long hair that covered half of his face with sweat, but saw the face that he just met by chance but could never forget when the lights went out.

"Wenno!"

The lead singer's voice from the microphone caused the audience to fall into a jaw-dropping silence, and then the buzzing of bees amplified a thousand times, everyone was asking each other: Who is Wen Nuo?

Dongxing has a talent for making embarrassing requests very sincere: "Come up, Wen Nuo! Come to me!"

"What do you want to do?" Wu Ming gritted his teeth and whispered, and let go of the arms that encircled the little boy from behind.

The child shrank his neck, looked around hesitantly, and took a step back, wanting to return to that warm embrace.

However, the follow spot light controlled by who knows who actually hit him accurately, and there was nowhere to escape for a moment.

Wen Nuo was so embarrassed that he almost wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in!

Dongxing, who was overly enthusiastic, had already stepped off the stage, and held his hand regardless of the other party's avoidance: "Let's sing together!"

Wu Ming snickered from behind, and actually pushed Wen Nuo's vest lightly.

Abandoned factory buildings and huge dusty machines lurk in the darkness like unknown monsters.In the middle of the crude stage set up by people who love rock and roll, there stood a bewildered classmate Wen, and the microphone Dongxing stretched out almost touched his lips: "Sing a song, talented student, don't let everyone wait so long for nothing!"

Wen Nuo avoided the microphone and said softly to the stubborn artist: "Then Longlongwaytogo."

Dongxing excitedly yelled at the band, the guitarist nodded, plucked the strings skillfully, and a soft prelude like drizzle sounded.

"You held my hand and then you're lipped away-------"

That velvety, elegant and soft voice seems to have magic power, and it reaches the bottom of my heart through the microphone.In an instant, everyone present couldn't help holding their breath, and the venue that was as noisy as the Colosseum just now suddenly became quiet.

Once he started singing, all the embarrassment of the child 囧 disappeared, and he closed his eyes and immersed himself in his beloved world: "-------Sotellme how do to fill the emptiness inside, Without love, what is life?"

Among the crowd, the man with a handsome face listened attentively, with a charming smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with tears at some point, and he just forced himself not to let it fall.

When the music reaches the first part, all band members join the harmony team:

"Igotalong, longwaytogo,

BeforeIcansaygoodbyetoyou,

Oh, Igotalong, longwaytogo, gotalongwaytogo,

Before I can say goodbye, before I say goodbye,

ToallIeverknew, toallIeverknew-------"

Most of the audience were senior rock fans, and gradually, they began to sing along.

It was a spectacle that so many people roared their unwavering vows of love together.Dongxing grinned widely, looking very proud of his vision and actions.

Behind the stage, in the darkness, there are two red lights flickering on and off.

The man's voice was already deep, but with the deliberate suppression, it became thicker and hoarse like a double bass: "What do you think?"

The other man's voice seemed to be competing with him whose pitch was lower: "Little brat sings very well, but what do you want to do?"