silver sea

Jacarandas are planted on both sides of the boulevard. In April, the flowering period has not yet arrived. When the weather is fine, the flower buds on the top tremble slightly in the wind, glowing with transparent silver light.

As dusk approached, Qiu Sheng jumped off the No. 39 bus and glanced at the countdown on the other side of the street.

Crossing the street, passing through an inconspicuous alley, when the eyes suddenly open up, the ears are suddenly filled with various sounds: noise, the sound of musical instruments, chatting, and three or two people drinking together on the street.

In the depression of the two gray tile walls at the end of the street, the orange-red sunset slowly sinks.

A little confused, more nervous.

Qiu Sheng's palms began to sweat reflexively, he kept wiping with a paper towel, and finally just clenched the paper towel tightly.The two girls held up soda drinks and struck up a conversation with him, but Qiu Sheng avoided him.

His appearance is indeed very eye-catching in this street, but he is a bit out of place.

Qiu Sheng was wearing a bomber jacket that was a little too big for him. It was an old-fashioned jacket from 30 years ago, and someone's initials were embroidered on the neckline.Ripped jeans, Converse shoes, long hair at the end, tied into a thin bunch on the collarbone, dyed dark red, three pierced ears, a metal chain hanging from the left earlobe, and a little devil head attached .

Qiu Sheng's vicious attire didn't make Qiu Sheng look rebellious, and he still had a student air.

His facial features are exquisite, short and small face, the outline is softer than that of ordinary men, especially the big and round eyes, standing in the corner like a vigilant cat.

Another man who came to strike up a conversation, Qiu Sheng simply squatted down.

"Hi!" Someone patted him on the shoulder, "It's so early, can't wait?"

Qiu Sheng knew who it was without checking, and said without raising his head, "You can smell your perfume from three meters away, can you not spray so much next time?"

"What are you talking about? This perfume is very expensive, okay?" The woman grabbed Qiu Sheng by the collar with one hand and lifted him up from the ground, "Teach you, you can't judge women in front of you in the future, do you hear me?"

Qiu Sheng turned his face away from her and was ruthlessly stroked at the end of Langwei's hair.

The woman's nickname is Julie, her age is a mystery, she may have just graduated, or she may be 30 years old, no matter which number is said, it is very convincing.She has long black hair. At the beginning of April, she was not afraid of the cold and only wore a close-fitting camisole, jeans with a seductive waist-to-hip ratio and two long legs, coupled with a delicately made-up face. Both are mature female hormones.

Qiu Sheng was hugged by her like a younger brother, and she heard someone whistling behind her, pushing her away.

"Ouch, are you shy?" Julie laughed loudly, "Afraid of getting involved with me?"

"What does it mean to be afraid? I don't want to." Qiu Sheng said stiffly.

Julie laughed even harder, let go of him, and slapped herself on the thigh: "Oh my god, come on! The brat is too shy to say whether he wants to... Haha, don't worry! My sister can't help you if she eats tender grass. "

"I don't love yours either." Qiu Sheng retaliated.

Julie hammered his shoulder.

"Let's go, let's take you to drink, it will take a while to start!"

Julie is a fruit. For her, this title is not difficult to say.

The rock circle in Donghe City is not too big, and there are very few pretty rock musicians who have not been slept with by her, because they have a good personality, and several musicians have clearly stated that they want to fall in love with her.It's a pity that Julie ignored her after sleeping, she was quite a scumbag.

She and Qiu Sheng met in a tavern outside the university city. At that time, Qiu Sheng's campus band stumbled and had two finished songs, and she happened to be there at the premiere.

Julie has been playing with rock musicians for a long time, and her eyes are picky. Although Qiu Sheng's two songs are young everywhere, her future future is hard to say.After the end, she took the initiative to meet a group of college students, and she didn't shy away from it. She talked with the drummer in the band for a while, but she didn't attack Qiu Sheng.

She could hear Qiu Sheng's unfinished talent, and she could also vaguely feel that Qiu Sheng probably didn't like women.So teasing Qiu Sheng became Julie's hobby. She heard that the other party was in a bad mood recently, so she took the initiative to invite her.

"Would you like to come and see where I usually play?"

In this way, Qiu Sheng was brought to Xicheng District by Julie.

To be exact, it was brought into Lanhua Lane.

To the north of Xicheng District, the ring-shaped business district radiating from Guangming Road and Boulevard is the earliest CBD in Donghe City.Because the center of gravity of the city began to move to the southeast, the influence of this area is not as good as that at the beginning of the century, but it will still be the center of culture and entertainment of the whole city for a long time.

The shopping plaza on Boulevard, the gourmet pedestrian street on Guangming Road, and the bars and livehouses on Lanhua Lane.

"This is the birthplace of rock music in the East River!" Julie pushed open an iron gate, and proudly introduced to Qiu Sheng, "And the land you're standing on now is the origin of the origin—"

The still childish college student raised his head, his lips parted slightly, and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

It's like a new world here.

Unlike the simple livehouses outside the school, nor like bars, the audience area here is wide and flat, and you can watch the performance stage very close.The stage is not high, with huge speakers standing on both sides, and the glass behind the back separates the lighting and sound debugging area, which is so professional that Qiu Sheng can't speak.

Different areas are divided into different functions, and the performance area and wine area on the first floor are separated by partitions.The second floor is booths, small sofas, game consoles, dartboards, colorful posters, and several figures lying on the railing, drinking beer.

The official performance will not start until eight o'clock, but there are already many people.

They gathered near the small bar, surrounded by an uncle in sunglasses with flowery arms and mohawk hair, laughing and making noise, clinking glasses messily after hearing him speak halfway.

"Welcome to 'Blueberry Night'!" Julie leaned her back against the wall, "Well, it's much better than the shabby tavern outside your school—"

"It's really good." Qiu Sheng's voice was tinged with longing, which briefly diluted the previous discomfort.

Julie comforted him: "Next time the band is full, I will find a way to say hello to Sixth Brother and let you come here to perform once!" Then she nodded Mohawk's head with her thumb, "Here, it's him. He has some contacts, If he likes you, maybe he can recommend it to a label he knows. Although it’s not a big label, it’s better than no chance, right?”

Qiu Sheng knew that she had good intentions, but at this moment, when they were talking about which pot was not open or which pot to lift, he only reluctantly nodded.

The band is basically disbanded now, and it doesn't matter whether they perform or not.

They had a big quarrel not long ago, except for Gu Qi, the other two ran away, and Gu Qi couldn't help him seeing that his work was getting more and more busy.The two original songs were only performed three times, and the response was not good. Now it seems that no matter how bad it is, it is a swan song.

Qiu Sheng pinched the tissue in his coat pocket and remained silent. There were too many people in the room, and he soon started to feel hot.

But he touched his forehead and sweated coldly.

The lighting also started to be adjusted. The sixth brother of Mohawk left the drink area and said hello to Julie as he passed by them.His back disappeared behind the iron gate, Qiu Sheng looked back and asked Julie:

"Didn't you say there is a great band tonight, who is it?"

Julie: "Rotten apple, have you heard of it?"

Qiu Sheng opened his eyes wide.

He did.

The lead singer of Rotten Apple's real name is unknown, but he is nicknamed "Camel". He is a crazy and talented musician. He is nearly forty years old, and he is well-known in a large rock circle centered on Donghe.In addition to him, the guitarist Bai Yanhui can be said to be half of the spiritual idol of this group of underground guitarists. His "We Have No Tomorrow" was once out of the circle and was sung by a pop singer.

But the problem is that Qiu Sheng asked dubiously: "Didn't they disband a few years ago?"

And the reasons are well known and not very glamorous.

"It's reorganized again." Julie took a big sip of beer and gave Qiu Sheng a popular science, "Lao Bai dug out a kid from somewhere two years ago. It is said that he can play the bass. He was completely impressed. Later, Luo Tuo contacted him to reorganize The band, he asked to bring the child with him, and the camel was convinced after listening to it once."

"Kid... how small is it?"

"I don't know, anyway, I'm not a few years older than you."

"That's about the same as you!" Qiu Sheng said with a smile, "I'm ashamed to take a 'child' in one bite."

"I'm sorry. Besides, I haven't seen it yet, so of course I have to come and see what it's like for their premiere this time." Julie winked at him ambiguously, bit her lower lip, "You know what others say Him? Two words: sexy."

Qiu Sheng knew what she was thinking just by looking at her expression, and quickly smoothed the goosebumps on her arms.

Julie was amused by this gesture: "Why, it's the first day you met me!"

"Then come on."

"You have to work harder." Julie folded her hands and said seriously, "Last time my little sister was rejected, if I succeeded, I would definitely show it to her—hey, do you think it's possible for him to be in this situation? Yes. I'm making a lot of money! There are not many places in the circle..."

Qiu Sheng thought her chaotic male-female relationship was noisy, so he directly covered his ears.

Julie: "Fuck, if you have the ability, you can cover it while listening to music!"

At a quarter past eight, the iron door of Blueberry Night closed with a hoarse metal sound, and at the same time, the narrow and crowded stage was suddenly lit up.

The performance area, which could only accommodate less than 200 people, was obviously overloaded today, with crowds of people almost face to face.Several musicians holding pianos walked onto the stage, and a scream broke out from the crowd, followed by applause and cheers, and they surged like waves.

Qiu Sheng was separated from Julie in a short while, he was like a boat drifting with the current.His foot was stepped on several times and he didn't bother to cry out for pain. Qiu Sheng was dazed, and then someone pushed him hard on the back.

Unable to stand still, Qiu Sheng rushed forward suddenly. At this time, the man who was blocking him took a step aside, leaving half a meter awkwardly. Knocking on the concrete floor, the dull "boom" was submerged in the noise. If it weren't for bone conduction, he himself would not be able to hear it.

pain!

Qiu Sheng frowned and shouted "Fuck me".He understood that it was not safe to keep a half-kneeling position because he couldn't figure out who was to blame at this time. He just struggled to stand up, but was pushed forward by the crowd who was too high.

Fuck, you, grandpa, ah!

The swear words were on his lips, Qiu Sheng felt an inexplicable blow to his lower back and bit his tongue, his mouth was bloody, at this moment a huge force hit him again as if he could not resist.In the chaos of completely losing his focus and falling headlong towards the stage, he actually thought about "how can there be so many idiot fans in a rotten apple".

On the half-meter-high stage, the speaker was close at hand and was about to hit it. At the last moment, Qiu Sheng closed his eyes subconsciously and thought:

... If it's not a girl, it doesn't deserve to be protected, right?

It seemed that someone yelled "Be careful", followed by "Fuck" and "Fuck" several times.

"Bam—"

What a heavy sound when it rolls over.

But... the gravity that pulled him was interrupted?

Qiu Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and his vision became clear again.

A strong arm stretched across Qiu Sheng's chest, and he grabbed the coat at the shoulder with his palm, half hugging and half dragging the ground to stabilize Qiu Sheng.An accident had been prevented in just a few seconds, Qiu Sheng stumbled and regained his footing, the man patted him and withdrew his hand.

Qiu Sheng stared at his toes, moving up was the performance stage.

Eh?stage...

Someone half-kneeled on one knee and stabilized him in this position.

In the field of vision, a pair of ordinary sneakers was stepped on by himself.Qiu Sheng was still confused, and quickly whispered "I'm sorry", his eyes followed the pair of sneakers for no reason.

The man stepped onto the stage in one step, bent down and straightened the speaker that had been kicked over by him just now, took the lead singer's microphone and brought it to his lips:

"Don't push people."

These words spread throughout the performance area, and there was a second of silence in the air.

Very low, but very clear - Qiu Sheng didn't know why he suddenly thought of these two completely different words, but they appeared in that sentence at the same time in an instant, dispelling all the noise.

Probably he was the only one who couldn't hear. The mouths of the people around him lost their language function for a while and then opened and closed again, screaming?

On the right side of the stage, the shadow finally lit up.

He wore a basketball vest that showed strong, lean arms, black sweatpants, and a cuff on his left hand as if he had just come off the court.The sideburns on both sides are pushed neatly, the short hair looks a little stiff, the face is half profiled, and the bridge of the nose is very straight.An apple-red bass is slung over his shoulder, being tuned.

The stage lights turned red, green, and the bassist frowned, turning sideways to avoid the front light.

At the same time, thick bass came from the speakers.

"Buzzing" trembled twice, Qiu Sheng was confused for a moment.

Is it a heartbeat?

Or just drums?

He belatedly thinks, this is the sexy bass player Julie was talking about.

The author says:

*Blueberry Night: Inspired by Wong Kar Wai's film of the same name

Some descriptions about the ecology of rolling circles refer to reality, but they are not completely copied. There are processed and unrealistic imaginations, so don't substitute them.This volume mainly writes about how they fell in love, and there are also some foreshadowings about the breakup (of course it is not as simple as selling copyright