singer and bar owner

Xue Qi rubbed his chin, thinking about when he heard this song.Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he paused his fingers, and frowned.

"This song…"

He took out a hard drive from the drawer, inserted it into the computer, rummaged through the hard drive, and opened a small video.

"Huh? What is this?" As soon as the music sounded, Xu Dengdeng approached.

"This is..." The expression on his face froze.

In the video, a teenager dressed in black, holding an electric guitar, casually played a little prelude, then frowned and looked up at the camera, "Aunt Shuang, stop recording."

"It's okay, I'll watch you play, you don't have to worry about me." A gentle female voice sounded in the video, smiling, with a nice voice.

There was a rustling sound, and the camera shook for a while, as if it had been put on a shelf.

The boy then heaved a sigh of relief and played half of the song relaxedly, only half.

The moment he opened his mouth, Xu Dengdeng suddenly opened his eyes wide.

The familiar electric guitar style is exactly the same as the one given to him, the posture of playing the guitar, the angle of the camera, and the sound... that familiar sound...

He couldn't help but took two steps back, looking at the person on the computer screen with some horror.

how is this possible……

impossible……

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When Xu Dengdeng was not at home, Yan Xian took out a pack of cigarettes from the drawer, took out one, lit it, and remained silent for a long time in the study.

The computer was still on, and the message notifications in the lower right corner were flickering intensively.

"The lead singer of Heating Dust opened a social account and attacked a contestant in a variety show almost abusively." This matter was quarreled on the hot search.

With the popularity of the program "Following Your Prestige", many people who had never paid attention to rock and roll before began to pay attention to this circle that quickly fell silent in China after it became popular in China.

Heating Dust, as one of the best bands in the circle in recent years, already has many regular fans, but they are too mysterious, and there is no trace except for their songs.Many fans have waited for many years and still haven't seen the news of Heating Dust, and there is even news that Heating Dust has disbanded.

So once Olbers' social account was registered, it naturally attracted the attention of well-known rock music critics. After he reposted and spread it twice, Olbers' social account instantly gained countless fans.

And the first thing Olbers did when he went online was to forward the video of Bunyan's performance, and he also criticized Bunyan from the beginning to the end with sarcasm. Through this program, Bunyan gained a lot of fans , Those fans found Olbers's Weibo, and when they saw his tone so harsh, he said, "Bunyan relies on ignorance to deceive the public, be a man first, then make music...", and so on, this group of passionate little fans Enraged for a moment, Olbers's comment area almost turned into a slaughterhouse, filled with all kinds of curse words, which instantly triggered a war of violence.

"The rock scene has never been so lively," commented some well-known music critics.

Of course, it has never been so lively, how can it be noisy before it is hot?Yan Xian smiled mockingly.

"Is the heating dust coming back?"

"Are you going to release a new song?"

"..."

After finishing a cigarette, the doorbell rang.

Yan Xian froze for a moment, thinking that Xu Dengdeng had returned.

How did you come back so quickly today...

He put out the cigarette, thinking that he couldn't smell the smoke, opened the window to ventilate the air, and then went to open the door.

Xu Dengdeng stood at the door with red eyes, Yan Xian was taken aback for a moment, before Xu Dengdeng put his arms around his neck and kissed him before he could react.

With a thick and sticky kiss, he bit Yan Xian's mouth hard, and Yan Xian frowned in pain, "What's wrong with you..."

Xu Dengdeng clung to him again, asking him hoarsely, "Who are you?"

Yan Xian was slightly stunned for a moment.

Xu Dengdeng pinched his collar again and asked, "Who are you!"

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Yan Xian opened his mouth to say something, but Xu Dengdeng couldn't wait to ask: "You are Obers, right?"

Yan Xian was stunned, Xu Dengdeng pushed him away, his chest heaved violently, "Is it fun to lie to me? Is it interesting to watch me look at you with a cough...worshiping eyes!"

Yan Xian leaned forward, leaning forward to help him, "No..."

"Ahem...go away, are you smoking?"

Yan Xian frowned, and hurriedly poured him a glass of water.

Xu Dengdeng took the cup and drank two sips of water to make his throat feel better.

Seeing this, Yan Xian heaved a sigh of relief.

Xu Dengdeng was still very angry in his heart, "How long are you going to hide from me, until you are old or you are dead?"

Yan Xian's heart shook slightly, he looked up at Xu Dengdeng's bright eyes, and smiled wryly.

"Do you really want to know?"

Xu Dengdeng nodded firmly.

Yan Xian pursed his lips, and said surprisingly, "Heating Dust is already dead."

Xu Dengdeng looked at him in astonishment, and opened his mouth, "What did you say?"

Yan Xian poured him another glass of water, and he forced his arm not to tremble, but almost dropped the glass.He put down the water glass, bit his lip, and forced himself to calm down.

He smiled wryly.

"Heating Dust has been in existence for eight years, and the real activities have not been that long. During this period, the team has changed two basses. One died in a drunk driving accident, and the other committed suicide. The one who committed suicide was called Nan Zhe." He paused. After a pause, he continued: "The night before Nan Zhe committed suicide, he sent me a message saying that he was uncomfortable and that he couldn't live anymore. I thought he was drunk and talked drunk, and advised him that he would pass after a night of sleep. .”

He squeezed the palm of his hand, and the skin on the top of the finger bones turned white.

"Then he literally fell asleep and never woke up again."

"Later I went to find him, and the landlord said that he left me a letter, which said: music can't make me happy anymore, and my last pillar is gone. Olbers, you said that we make music, we have to Make a piece of starlight and heat the surrounding dust, but why can't I find the piece of starlight that heats me up?"

"He was only 24 years old when he died, and he seemed a very cheerful person, at least I always thought so. Until I found the hospital list at his house, it said severe depression."

"How could this be..." Xu Dengdeng murmured, feeling a pain in his heart.

He has liked the band for many years and has released so many good songs. He is a god-like figure in his mind. He always thought that each of them was in a certain corner of the world, living happily and freely, but he did not expect that each of them has their own pain of.

Yan Xian seemed to be trapped in memories, and closed his eyes uncontrollably.

"Later, the keyboard and drummer left. They said that heating the dust was meaningless, so let's break up. I didn't stop them, and I couldn't stop them. Not long after they left, I sold the studio."

He paused, his voice was a little stagnant, as if blocked by something, he looked up at Xu Dengdeng, the corners of his eyes were a little red, "Look, I told you a long time ago that Heating Dust is a failed band, It doesn't deserve your liking."

Xu Dengdeng's nose was sore, and his heart ached. He put down his teacup and put his arms around him.

"What about Olbers, is my Olbers injured?"

Yan Xian froze, his eyes were slightly hot, "Obers accompanied Nan Zhe to see the stars, if you still have extra love, give it all to Yan Xian."

He couldn't remember when was the last time he shed tears. He only remembered that his father always said that he was cruel and cold-blooded, and that he himself thought that his chest was filled with ashes. Dead water can also stir up slight waves, as long as Xu Dengdeng gently blows on his chest, there will be surging waves.

Xu Dengdeng cried harder than him, and the clothes on his chest were soaked to a large extent.

He raised his head with his red eyes open, looked at Yan Xian, and said intermittently: "Okay..."

"We... let's have a drink, Yan Xian."

Yan Xian was stunned, wiped his tears, smiled softly, and said, "Okay."

So they dug out all the wine in the refrigerator, drank until the empty bottle was spinning on the floor, Xu Dengdeng was so drunk that he leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, "Yan Xian..."

"Yan Xian..."

"Yan Xian..."

The wet and soft lips were stained with the smell of alcohol, and burned along the lips to the face, making Xu Dengdeng's cheeks flushed, and Yan Xian was also a little drunk, he rarely indulged himself to drink away his sorrows, just being with Xu Dengdeng Son, everything relaxed, and the brain was soon invaded by alcohol.

"I am here."

He grabbed Xu Dengdeng's hand, which was groping around, and pressed it against his hot chest.

Xu Dengdeng looked at him in a daze, leaned over and snuggled into his arms, tore off his clothes and stuck them on his hot flesh.

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow..."

He felt that he was not drunk, and kissed the hot body below him indiscriminately, as if he wanted to imprint himself in his life.

Yan Xian picked him up and lightly pecked him on his lips. Beside him was a wine bottle that was rolling around, kicking it made a "squeaky" noise. He laughed hoarsely, and stroked his brows and eyes with his fingers.

"I also want to know you earlier, you must have been very cute in the past."

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