singer and bar owner

Xu Dengdeng is also a gas lamp. After drinking a little wine, his mouth has no door, and he talks baldly. He was laughing and scolding the blind cat with them, but now he is covering his head. began to cry.

He rested his chin and watched the traffic on the road, and thought about whether he shouldn't have such a circle name, maybe he should change his name to Moldy Lamp, after all, since he joined the band, the band has been getting worse day by day, At first, I was able to take on two commercial performances, and was invited to sing in a bar, but later even this kind of thing disappeared.

He was in the third year of high school when he started to make up his mind to take this path, and his parents originally wanted him to take the exam to be a serious science and engineering boy.

He nodded, and obediently went to the top... music academy in the country.

After the admission notice for the college entrance examination came out, Lao Xu slumped on the sofa.

"Father, I am devoted to studying art, if you don't allow it, there is no other way."

All the applications were filled out, and the admission notice came down. Of course, old Xu had no choice but to snatch a feather duster from Xu Deng's mother, and educate him with sticks.

Their Xu family has always played mixed doubles, and the children will be beaten if they don’t listen. They say that filial sons are born under the stick. The couple believe in this concept, but they didn’t expect that the old Xu’s family would play such a thing. .

Old Xu was staring at the watch on the wall in a daze, and it was 5 minutes to 12 o'clock.

After 12 o'clock, their door is locked, and there is no chance of any grandson coming in again.

Just as he was about to turn off the TV and go to bed, the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, it was his family's bastard son and a guy with long black hair, bare arms, a skull, collarbone and tattoos hanging around his neck.

He took the gas lamp from the little tattooed brother, squeezed out a smile and slammed the door shut without any intention of inviting him into the room.

There was the sound of "crackling" throwing things and arguing in the room. Grass Carp picked out its ears and dialed a phone with a confused expression.

"Hulan, I sent Dengdeng home, his father is so fierce, it's okay if I just leave like this."

"Where are you now?"

"At his door."

"The door is open?"

"closed."

"Knock on the door and see if Uncle will chase you away with a broom."

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"Okay, hurry up and go back, people have so many affairs to manage, can you handle it?"

"Also..." He muttered a few words, "Then I'll be leaving."

As soon as the door was closed, the gas lamp in the room argued with his father with his tongue open: "He is not... some street gangster, that is my friend!"

Old Xu sneered: "Your friend's tattoo is so beautiful, where did you get it? Do you want to imitate him and get one some other day too!"

Gaslight yelled, "I don't have one, and he bought a tattoo online!"

Old Xu obviously didn't believe it, "Still quibbling! How many times have I told you to go home early! Don't hang out with some dubious people! Why don't you listen!"

Old Xu said this to him countless times, and he was so annoyed by what he heard, so he got up and walked to his room.

"Stop for me, I won't break up with you today, understand that my surname is not Xu!"

At this time, Mother Xu yawned and popped her head out from the back room, "What's the matter, why are you arguing again?"

Old Xu waved his hand, "My wife, go back to sleep with you, I will teach this boy a lesson."

Xu's mother yawned and then retracted her head, leaving a sentence: "It's almost done, it's late at night."

Xu Dengdeng was so drunk that he touched the wall and wanted to go back to his room to rest, but Old Xu grabbed him by the collar.

"Come here, sit here!"

He folded his hands on his chest, took a folding fan from the table and beat it on the table, "You have to promise me today that you will never mix with those people again, and go find me a job!"

"It's been four months since graduation, and you're not in a hurry, and you hang out with those unscrupulous people all day, do you still want to live a life!"

Gas Lamp frowned and yelled: "I've told you whether you're annoying or not, those are my good friends, you can't say that about them! And music is my lifelong hobby, I can't just give it up like this! I'm doing Seriously, I love rock and roll, I love to sing! How can I not be serious when I pursue my dreams! You don’t understand, you don’t understand anything! You don’t understand me at all!”

The two argued for a long time, but Lao Xu finally threw a fan in his face angrily, pointed at his nose and said, "Okay, you think you are justified if you don't repent, don't you? Get out of the house today. I think you can live for a few days without me and your mother raising you!"

Old Xu has a problem, he likes to smash things when he gets angry.So he grabbed the electric guitar hanging on the wall and slammed it on the ground.

There was a loud "bang", the bridge of Xu Dengdeng's nose was hurt by the fan he threw, and his face was wrinkled together, but this was nothing compared to the sadness that the loud noise brought him, he looked at the fan The electric guitar, squatting down with trembling hands, picked it up and took a good look at it, and found that the body of the guitar was smashed to pieces.He stood up and said angrily, "Why do you smash my things? My guitar is hanging on the wall to provoke you! All right, just leave. Do you think I don't like staying at home?"

He went back to the room and packed two pieces of his own clothes, carrying a small schoolbag, drunk, and angrily pushed open the door of his own house.

At twelve o'clock on the street, only the street lamps were shining dimly. He was woken up by the night wind, and he dialed Hulan's number, with a hint of crying in his voice.

"Lan Lan, I miss you."

Hu Lan got up from the bed in a daze of sleep and went to pick up the little ancestor, scolding him thousands of times on the way.

"You're worthless."

The gas lamp suddenly had a sore nose, and cried loudly, "I know I'm worthless, and I want to make money so that my dad can look good, but it's too difficult... It's too difficult..."

Hu Lan sighed, "Deng Deng, you are too simple, sometimes you have to learn to balance ideals and reality."

"How many people in our circle can rely on this to make a living? It's one thing to like it, but another to eat it. People of your parents' age always think that you can settle down, so they can rest assured. You If you want to fight against them, can you not quarrel?"

Gas Lamp sat on the back seat of his motorcycle with his arms around his waist, looking down, "But I really like rock and roll, it's too hard for me to put it down."

"The blind cat is gone, there are four people left in our band, I don't know how long I can last."

"I envy you, Hulan, you are really free, you can do whatever you want."

He was downcast, and his drunken eyes dimly recalled the scene when he first saw Hulan.

It was a rainy night, the spring thunder was rolling, and the clouds gathered in the sky. He was holding an electric guitar, shaking his messy hair, and playing a piece of Guns and Roses' "14 Years" with the electric guitar in the middle of the road.People with umbrellas hurried past him, and he stubbornly finished a song, with his wet hair sticking to his face, like a wandering poet.

At that moment, he felt that the rain that day was just right.

He held an umbrella and walked over to help him pack his things, "You sing very well, can I ask you what your name is?"

Hu Lan looked up at him lazily, "Sorry, I'm rushing home."

Later, he went to that road to block him several times, and then Hulan looked at him seriously, and said impatiently: "Okay, isn't it just a name? You are really annoying. My name is Hulan , if you come for two more days, I have to wonder if you have taken a fancy to me."

Until a long time later, he and Hu Lan formed a band, and when he thought of what happened that day, he still felt close. If he hadn't seen Hu Lan that day, would his life be different, would he have been with countless people? Like a skin bag wandering aimlessly at the edge of the world, it looks glamorous, but in fact the bottom of my heart is empty.

They agreed to sing 100 of their own songs, shine together, be happy together, and become the best band in China.It's just that before they walked together without a name, they began to get lost one by one.

The blind cat first, who will be next.

His mind was in a mess, and he fell asleep thinking about it in a daze.

Hu Lan sighed, listened to him mumbling for a long time, and wanted to persuade him at first.Afterwards, thinking about what he was trying to do with a drunk here, he simply ignored him.

When he got back to his house, Gas Lamp had fallen asleep on his back.

He carried the gas lamp home and threw it on the sofa, made the bed for him, and then stretched out his sore shoulders and went back to his room.

No dream.

On the second day, someone knocked on his door "duk tuk tuk".

He pressed the pillow to cover his ears, and the voice persisted, "Lan Lan! Lan Lan..."

Hulan opened the door.

"How did I come to you here?"

Hu Lan suppressed her violent temper, "You don't remember anything?"

Gas Lamp touched the back of his head, and said embarrassedly: "I remember having a fight with my parents."

Hu Lan rolled her eyes, pulled on her slippers to brush her teeth and wash her face, and the gas lamp followed her step by step, "You went to pick me up from home? Am I drunk? Did I vomit all over you? Wow...why do you come back every time? Your house, your house has to change, wow... this pillow is newly bought!"

Hu Lan pushed open the bathroom door and saw him lying on the sofa, rubbing a pillow on his sofa with an intoxicated expression.

"Andy Warhol!"

On the pillow is a yellow banana, the representative work of Andy Warhol, and it is also the picture used for the cover of the first album of the famous old rock band Velvet Underground (Thevelvet Underground).

Hu Lan picked up another pillow and threw it on him, "Crying like a ghost and howling like a wolf, be careful and send you to the mouse's house!"

This threat is really powerful, if he goes to the mouse's house, the mouse will take his arm, Xiaoniaoyiren and him lie on the same bed and chat with sisters all night, the kind of chattering non-stop, the gas lamp will be silent for a moment.

Seeing that he was honest, Hu Lan shook her head and went to take a bath.

After taking a shower, he asked, "When are you going to go home?"

The gas lamp shook his head, his blond hair was sticking to his face in a mess, looking listless, "I don't want to go back, my dad dropped my electric guitar."

Hu Lan paused for a moment, remembering the first guitar his parents bought him.Unlike him, Gaslight's parents were decidedly less supportive than his.

He regarded the gas lamp as his own brother, and couldn't help but soften his heart.

He poured himself a glass of water and moistened his throat, "Otherwise I'll give you a new one."

Gas Lamp shook his head resolutely, "I don't take ill-gotten gains!"

Hu Lan scolded with a smile, rubbed his head, "Fuck you, you will know poverty every day."

Gas Lamp brushed his disheveled hair, sighed, and said sternly: "Okay, don't talk about me, think about what to do with our band, where can I find a bass, I don't have the same feeling as I did when I found it Yes. Hey, I'm so worried."

Hu Lan collapsed on the sofa, and laughed at himself: "To be honest, in Tongcheng, ordinary musicians have no way out, not to mention those of us who play rock, they all say that rock is something that was popular decades ago, and it is long out of date now." gone."

He paused and glanced at the gas lamp: "If you really want to make something famous, you can't do it in Tongcheng. The circle here in Tongcheng is so small, you have to look outside, you think I'm Very powerful, when you get a little older, you will find that I am nothing."

The gas lamp blocked his mouth, his eyes were about to turn red, "I don't allow you to say that, you are the best. What are you talking about, do you want to give up too?"

Hu Lan paused, and pulled his hand down, "Why are you crying, can you have something to do, I feel ashamed to take your little brother out!"

Gas Lamp was discouraged, "Do you want to give up too?"

Hu Lan spread out on the sofa, propped her head on her hands and looked at the ceiling: "It's not just me, mice, grass carp, everyone is not as good as before."

He looked back at the gas lamp: "You are the youngest of the five of us. Everyone regards you as a younger brother. Don't you just want to have fun when you make music? How can you not be happy? Tongcheng is a good place, leisurely and comfortable, but the light Lamp, rock and roll is dead in this city."

"If you can't revive it here, you'll have to look elsewhere."