whale killer

Xiang Qifei was sitting on the steps leading to the second floor, holding a ticket stub in his hand. The light in the Livehouse is poor, but there are many people. Except for the dim blue light on the stage and a few faces illuminated by the mobile phone from time to time, only the drink list hanging on the bar is particularly shining.He looked at the ticket stub many times by the light of his mobile phone, and he almost memorized every word in the corners, even including the complaint hotline at the bottom.

But I still remember the opening time most clearly, at 2014:6 pm on June 27, 8.It has been more than 40 minutes now, and the warm-up small band has already finished all the songs. Only half of the disc has been released, and the two songs I just wrote have all been performed for you. I really can't make it out. I'm sorry.

There were a few booing from the audience.

When reviewing day and night for the first two months, Xiang Qifei discussed with the front desk where to go to watch the World Cup after the exam.Qian Huilai always said, don't you have anything else to do?So Xiang Qifei kept thinking that in June of this year, to pass the college entrance examination, there is really something more important than the World Cup.

Go to Beijing to watch the special performance of Tong Tuo, and honor Chi Yan's promised signature.After waiting in fear for a year, Xiang Qifei didn't know how much the other party could remember.

At the end of June last year, I was also in this livehouse.

It rained heavily that evening, and the sun, determined to prove that it could coexist with thunderstorms, refused to sink into the horizon.The result is that everyone gets wet and dry.Xiang Qifei came all the way from Qinhuangdao, carrying a bag and dragging his luggage, without an umbrella, and made two subway transfers. As soon as he got on the ground, he was soaked in the water, so he had to rush into the supermarket in the rain to buy a [-] yuan Money plastic umbrella to cope with it.As a result, he was released by his cousin who had just started working in the capital.

He dragged the suitcase to find the small and low one-story house. The entrance was only a little wider than the signboard, and it was hard enough for two people to pass side by side. It was dark inside, like a hole, pouring out a steady stream of noise and resistance to the outside world.In short, it is completely different from the luxurious nightlife in the metropolis as imagined, and it is not even close to the Fengshui treasure land that my cousin said I would regret if I didn’t come here.The school only had a three-week vacation, and Xiang Qifei declined the trip to Yunnan saved by his classmates. He took out 4 yuan from the money he had saved to buy a PS100 to buy a round-trip ticket. The former forcibly exchanged QQ numbers, and was forced to get acquainted with a year-end friend.If the last thing to do is to come and see this little rundown house, no matter how you think about it, it's not worth it.

Fortunately, I got to know A Nao later, otherwise Xiang Qifei would turn around in place with a high probability, and go back as he came.

At that time, Ah Nao was sitting on the threshold, frowning and lighting a cigarette. He had long black hair, a black skirt and a black Martin, only the poor-quality fingernails pasted on them were red and out of place.Her legs stretched out so long that the hem of her skirt was wet and tightly hugged her pale skin.

Xiang Qifei thinks that he is popular and knows a lot of girls. I have seen someone like Ah Nao before. They are generally cool and difficult to get along with. The air with a radius of five meters is densely written. Go far.

He looked at Qifei twice, but didn't dare to speak. "Do you want to go in?" Ah Nao stood up immediately, twisted the water on the skirt, and felt different as soon as he opened his mouth, "Am I blocking the way, move the place for you."

"I only sit here when it rains," Ah Nao said again, as if his nature is to be able to get along with people he doesn't know at any time. "I usually go outside to smoke."

The girl gave way, and Xiang Qifei could only lift the suitcase. She thanked her and bravely stepped into the door. She found a place to redeem the ticket, and didn't know what to do next. She went to the back room where someone was performing for a while. After a sweep, it was shaken out again.

He turned back and asked Ah Nao who was still smoking at the door: "Sister, isn't this place for drinking?"

"The idiot came here specially to drink," Ah Nao threw the cigarette butt in the puddle casually, "it's expensive and water."

Xiang Qifei didn't expect the other party to answer so bluntly, and he let out a dull "Oh" a few seconds later.

Ah Nao looked at Xiang Qifei's silly look and said, "This is your first time here?"

Nodding to Qifei, he didn't feel ashamed.

So for the next two hours, Sister Ah Nao took advantage of the opportunity to act as Xiang Qifei's temporary tour guide.The luggage was kept by the person, and he was led to sit on the steps on the second floor, each holding a bottle of beer, overlooking the surging crowd below.Except that it was a bit noisy, Xiang Qifei thought it was okay, it was no different from watching monkeys in the zoo.

The performance that day was a platter, four bands, Xiang Qifei caught the one next to him who understood, gave full play to his subjective initiative, and was curious about everything. After 2 minutes, I finally squeezed out out of breath, and my internal organs were knocked upside down.

After the first three bands performed, the stage was empty for a long time, and there were constant calls from below. During this period, Ah Nao pressed several calls, and finally turned off the phone directly, and went to the bar to get a new beer.A bottle was passed into Qi Fei's hand, and the torrential members appeared one after another.A three-person organization, drums and keyboards, Chi Yan is responsible for guitar and vocals.I don't know if it is because there are few people and there is an empty space on the stage, which seems to be short of something.

Xiang Qifei can still recall that that day Chi Yan wore a short sleeve with a three-legged dog printed on it, and carried a beautiful guitar on his back. Not very good.

The torrential appearance seemed to place a magnet on the stage, and the audience who were scattered in the corner to rest instantly gathered together, some whistling, some yelling, and some booing Chi Yan to take off his clothes.No one responded, and the voice gradually faded away, but he still stood there, stretching his neck and so on.The three of them rustled to test the sound, but there was no communication. It wasn't until Chi Yan whispered the name of the band into the microphone that the world seemed to be connected.

"torrential."

This was the first time Xiang Qifei heard two syllables from Chi Yan's mouth.

He hugged his knees and remembered that he had glimpsed a novel in Qian Huilai's idle books. He hadn't read the content, but thought the name was beautiful enough.A brief encounter with a topic is brought up again like fate.Coincidence makes life poetic, just like this moment.

The torrential rain outside has not stopped, but it is also torrential indoors.

Before that, Xiang Qifei had never listened to music seriously. He always played Jay Chou, Eason Chan, or the theme song of cartoons on his way to and from school, and listened to the classical music playlist shared by Qian Huilai when he was doing homework. white noise.Music is always a background action that has to be done with another thing so it doesn't feel like a waste of time.

But Xiang Qifei was able to listen carefully to the torrential performance, so focused that he hardly had time to blink.Forgot whether it was the third or fourth song, Chi Yan held the wheat and sighed, narrowed his eyes and looked around at the crowd, and then his gaze was fixed on Qi Fei.

Xiang Qifei's eyes were wide open, and his mind was spinning wildly, wondering if it was the legendary lucky audience link?

After confirming the position, Chi Yan picked up the Limai and placed it closer to him, his eyes still facing Xiang Qifei, as if he was about to speak to him in the next second.

Someone in the audience followed the lead singer's gaze and looked back. In the darkness, it was the young man's face flushed because of his defenselessness.

Chi Yan opened his mouth but said: "If anyone sees Ah Nao, please let her come back. The next few songs from the past will be performed without her."

Music fans whistled loudly, watching the excitement is no big deal.

It wasn't until the girl in black stood up in a neat shout that Xiang Qifei realized that the stage wasn't full, but that Chi Yan had reserved a place for someone.And the bass player who ran away willfully, sat next to him, and became his intimate sister, beer introducer, and disco encyclopedia for two hours.

The bassist left behind her new friend and returned to the band, leaving behind a few empty beer bottles and a pile of poor-quality fake nails, and Xiang Qifei watched her peel them off piece by piece, but they weren't attached very well at all.

After Ah Nao joined, Chi Yan's guitar was also changed, and even Xiang Qifei could tell the difference in the front and rear styles.These songs are really not the kind of music he can understand. They are gloomy, rough, angry and complex, but full of emotions and overwhelming.Chi Yan's voice was deep and hoarse, as if he had smoked too much, conveying a certain aura that a 17-year-old child could not understand.

How should I describe it, like a sudden rainstorm, making the world instantly wet, muddy, and even dangerous, but charming.

Equally charming was Chi Yan himself.

He really has an impressive face.Across the crowd and the endless dry ice, Xiang Qifei held his chin alone, looking at him as if he was looking at a cloud of fog.When the rhythm is fast, the colored lights sweep across Chi Yan's body frequently, making the bones become obvious. The shadows of the bridge of the nose and brow bone change their outlines according to the direction of the light beam. The slightly longer hair is soaked in sweat, and a few strands stick to the mandible. Trying to break up the nice lines there.But messy is also beautiful.

Among the music fans, many came for Qin Zhimo.He was not in good shape that day, the brim of his hat was pulled down so low that it almost covered his entire face, and he played the keyboard absently. He didn't stay for a second after the end, and turned back directly to the backstage.The audience cried and howled to stay, all to no avail.Chi Yan left the stage immediately after, and Ah Nao waved goodbye to the audience.Before Xiang Qifei woke up from the sage time at the end of the performance, only the drummer stood up slowly on the stage.

When the crowd was almost gone, Ah Nao came to him to get the boxes backstage, and Xiang Qifei's heart, which had finally calmed down, began to jump for joy again.

"Then can I still ask for an autograph?" He said, "Your lead singer is too handsome."

"Anyone who buys an album can ask for an autograph," Ah Nao said, "but Chi Yan and the others will withdraw immediately, so please hurry up without saying a few words."

The background is also different from Xiang Qifei's imagination.It's an overly ordinary lounge, and it's neatly tidied up. A small wooden square table is surrounded by a circle of sofas, and a piece of glass of the same size is pressed on it. Empty beer cans and full ashtrays.

When Xiang Qifei entered the door, Chi Yan bit a cigarette that had just been lit, and had already put away his two pianos, one on his back, and the other on a shelf by the wall, holding Qin Zhimo's wrist intend to go.Qin Zhimo took off his hat, held it in his palm, and left in a hurry.Xiang Qifei saw these two people clearly at a close distance, and he started to feel nervous when he was stuck at the door. He faltered about his love for the band, but he couldn't say anything. Qin Zhimo was a little impatient when he heard that, pushing Chi Yan urged him to leave quickly.

"What's the hurry? You have a younger brother?" Ah Nao threw himself onto the sofa, stretched one foot onto the tea table, and kicked away the cigarette butts on the table, "Let the surname Chi sign my brother's name before leaving."

What brother?Why do I really have an extra sister?To its incomplete condition.

Qin Zhimo wanted to leave as soon as he shook his hand, but Chi Yan didn't let go of his hand, looked back at Ah Nao, and took the cigarette out of his mouth.

It was extremely embarrassing for Xiang Qifei to be caught in the middle, and Chi Yan's situation was obviously not much better than his own.He was still thinking about what to say to find a way for everyone to step down, but it was Chi Yan who spoke first.

"Next time, today is too late." He closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows twice, opened them again and looked at Xiang Qifei, "Next time you come to me directly, you can sign a few, Is it done?"

In Xiang Qifei's short life of more than ten years, apart from teachers and parents, he has dealt with a group of carrot heads who have always maintained the same growth rate. He has never been in contact with any singer or actor, let alone a rock musician.Today alone, I looked at Chi Yan twice, and one pair of eyes looked straight into the other. At that moment, in just a second, I always felt that no matter what Chi Yan asked, Xiang Qifei would immediately nod his head. like a puppy.

He said to Chi Yan who was about to turn around, "Then you must never forget!"

Recalling from memory, someone bumped into Xiang Qifei's shoulder and walked down the stairs. Those who were sitting on the ground also stood up one after another. The little lead singer who just said that he couldn't squeeze out the goods picked up the microphone again, and this time he stood under the stage, saying There will be staff at the exit to arrange refunds for everyone.

Xiang Qifei was dumbfounded listening to this half of the conversation, the ticket stub was sweating in the palm of his hand, and he tightened the strap on his shoulder. In the bag, there was an album and an EP released by Tong Tuo, and an excerpt. Transcribed Kafka's "Room in the Room".

At that time, Chi Yan said that he could sign as many as he wanted, and he was not polite, so he brought everything he could bring.

After waiting so long, no one is happy with the refund process.The music fans were hard to appease, and Xiang Qifei was also pushed downstairs and squeezed into the crowd.He pulled the backpack in front of him, fearing that the contents inside would be deformed, and carefully stuffed the ticket stubs. He was at a loss to hear "Why?" "I waited for an hour to be played by you?" Do you have to give an explanation?"

Xiang Qifei's face was about to squeeze the back of the elder brother's head in front of him, and he could smell the sweat and oily smell from the other's scalp every time he breathed in. He was so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. The girls gathered together, and the air was a little fresher, and they were alive.

It seems that today's performance is cool.Xiang Qifei thought a little regretfully, but soon regained his energy, this time it won't work and he will come again next time.Anyway, he volunteered to fill in the university in Beijing. As long as the band does not disband, he can always see the performance.

Not allowing his optimism to haunt him for too long, the tall, thin girl in front suddenly turned around and hugged her companion, wow, and started crying, feeling like she would be overwhelmed in the next second.The mobile phone was held in the palm of the hand, and with great force, the joints were bent. The screen was the only light source in the dark crowd, with a mission, dazzlingly bright.

There was another wave of pushing behind him, he staggered two steps towards Qifei, and was caught by the conditioned reflex of his elder brother who had just been disliked by him, and then raised his head, the tip of his nose was almost touching the small piece of glass emitting dazzling white light .

The above is a screenshot of a wechat clicked on, from a torrential music fan discussion group, the phone froze in front of his eyes for a few seconds, and Xiang Qifei could only see the bottom two lines clearly.

"Really dead."

"I just checked with a friend."

Barrett

Now livehouses hardly sell physical tickets. As a ticket stub collector, this is my eternal pain.