And scum gong's green tea white moonlight HE

Strictly speaking, Wen Gu remembered that the first time he met Sheng Zhixin was about six years ago.

At that time, he was just in his senior year, at the end of his rebellious period, completely ignoring his father's earnest teaching every day to find a solid job, and took a dozen demos written by his sophomores and juniors and started to vote for record companies.

Comrade Lin Zijin, the "fun friend" who hung out with him since he was a child, signed a company as a trainee before he graduated from university. It is said that he will go to Korea for training in a few months.

With a bitter face, he came to Wen Gu's rented house to drink in the middle of the night: "If I knew I was going to go abroad for training, I wouldn't have signed it."

"What?" Wen Gu laughed at him, "I didn't see that you love your family too much."

"That's not about being in love."

Lin Zijin lay on the table and counted with his fingers: "Look, my parents definitely don't agree to go to Korea. I almost got kicked out because of the signing of the company. Now I hear that I'm going to Korea for training. Then I can just change my surname."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes: "Impossible?"

"Why not?"

Lin Zijin sighed: "Anyway, if I really leave, I will have to steal my ID card, but getting a passport is another problem."

"Can't you train in China?" Wen Gu glanced at him, "Do you have to go out?"

"It's fine in China, but not in our company, small workshops."

Lin Cijing drank the wine in the glass, feeling that it was not enough: "What time do you go to bed at night?"

"I've received a few orders, so I probably won't be able to sleep," Wen Gu said, "What do you want to do?"

"Since you don't sleep, you go out with me for a walk, it's very annoying."

So he met Sheng Zhixin in that bar.

At that time, Sheng Zhixin, who was just a junior in high school, was playing and singing hard on the stage with his guitar in his arms. All the songs he sang were bad street songs, mixed with electronic sounds, which seemed extraordinarily noisy.

Wen Gu felt that this was an insult to his ears.

He frowned: "Did you bring me here to assassinate me?"

"How can that be?" Lin Zijin waved his hand drunkenly, "I know the boss here well, and there is a 20% discount on wine, [-] yuan, which saves a meal."

Wen Gu's eyes wandered for a while on the face of the young singer on stage, and suddenly asked: "Is this child underage?"

Lin Zijin raised his eyebrows and quickly covered his mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, what if people overhear and report to the bar? Where can I go for cheap drinks?"

Wen Gu slapped his hand away, and got up without interest.

"Where are you going?"

"Headache, go out and be quiet."

He passed through the crowd dancing wildly and went to an alley from the back door, finally feeling a bit more comfortable with his sore brain.

The music in the bar stopped for a while, then started again.

Unlike the previous songs, the singer's timbre is also different.

It's far worse than before.

Wen Gu was not in the mood to continue going back to be pierced by the magic sound, leaned against the wall and lit a cigarette, and began to think about his dreadful future again.

College students who have just graduated will not be asked by any company. If they don’t have family background or financial support, their demos probably will go nowhere.

and then?

Taking orders and living as a shooter?He writes songs that he doesn't like every day, earning 51 yuan, and when he finally can't write any more, he listens to his father and goes back to find a permanent job.

...and then a lifetime goes by.

Wen Gu sighed a little irritably, and was about to take out his mobile phone to send a message to Lin Zijin saying that he was going back, when a person rushed out beside him.

The man slammed his arm hard, and fell to the ground staggeringly, still face down in embarrassment.

Wen Gu was knocked into a stagger by him, his face darkened, and just about to scold him for not looking at the road, he heard a crying voice: "Yes, I'm sorry."

The anger he was about to vent suddenly stopped halfway, a little at a loss.

It's a little singer who sang well on stage just now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose," the child seemed to choke, "If you need compensation, you can come here to find me tomorrow night, I..."

Before he finished speaking, a furious voice sounded: "Bitch! You run! You run again!"

The child's voice stopped abruptly.

Through the dim night, Wen Gu could see the child struggling to stand up on the ground, then stumbling forward again.

"There is a dead end ahead," Wen Gu said suddenly, "Would you like to come and hide here for a while?"

He didn't know why he felt some compassion, and when he saw this man who looked like a trapped beast, he suddenly wanted to pull him away.

Maybe I saw some shadow of myself.

The child hesitated and shook his head.

The sound of furious footsteps was getting closer and closer, shaking the ground with a "dong dong".

The child subconsciously wanted to run into the alley again, but someone grabbed his arm.

Wen Gu frowned and pulled the person behind him, raised his eyes to look at the person who was slowly walking in from the entrance of the alley.

It was a middle-aged man with a fat body, bald and greasy, and his face seemed to have a red glow. He looked like the kind of person who was hungover every day.

"Fucking little bastard," the middle-aged man cursed, "like your bitch mother, go out and sing, if I touch you, you will die, you fucking... .”

The man stopped suddenly, squinted his small eyes and looked at Wen Gu.

Wen Gu could feel the people behind him shrinking again.

That's not "necessary".

He thought it was a little funny, put an unsmoked cigarette in his hand to his mouth, and glanced at the man.

"Did you see that little bastard just ran over here?"

Fortunately, there is only one street lamp here, the light is very dim, and there is someone hiding behind Wen Gu.

Wen Gu said vaguely, "No."

The man seemed to spit, and turned around to go back the same way.

He glared at Wen Gu, and muttered, "Damn it, motherfucker."

Wen Gu raised his eyebrows and kicked him directly.

The man didn't expect this sudden kick at all, he jumped forward and gnawed a mouthful of mud.

"Fucking motherfucker, you dare to hit me? My mother has been from Beijing for three generations, you—"

Wen Gu flashed his phone at him: "Call the police, and if you make trouble tomorrow, I will call your family to go to the police station to catch you, and see if your family who has lived in Beijing for three generations find it embarrassing."

Frightened by him, the man glared at him bitterly again, got up from the ground, and limped away into the alley.

Wen Gu put away the phone, took down the cigarette, and extinguished it on the trash can beside him: "You..."

Before he finished speaking, the child behind him rushed out like a frightened rabbit and disappeared into the night.

Wen Gu didn't expect him to run so fast, he didn't know what to say for a moment, he just stared at the alley in a daze until Lin Zijin came out to look for him.

Gee.

Unexpectedly, a little white-eyed wolf was saved.

***

Lin Zijin's parents were finally reluctant to sever ties with the only son in the family, so he didn't steal the household registration book and ID card, and frankly went abroad for training for a year and a half. After returning, he participated in the draft and became popular overnight. It was the only successful case of the mainland men's team testing the waters at that time.

At that time, Wen Gu and Quan Zi'an's literary film had just won an international award, and the entire working group cried bitterly, and arranged a celebration session. The after-dinner night show was held at a relatively famous bar in Houhai.

When Wen Gu stepped into this bar, he glanced at the sign in a daze.

"What? You don't want to enter because of the price drop?" Seeing his obvious hesitation, Quan Zian joked, "We literary and art workers must not be floating in the sky. We must be down-to-earth, so that we can please the people."

"No."

Wen Gu frowned and interrupted him: "I've been to this bar before."

A staff member next to him said: "This bar is quite famous. It is a famous support center for street artists. I know the boss. He gave me a [-]% discount when I couldn't get rid of the pot before. He is very nice."

Wen Gu smiled: "A friend and I also drank his family's [-]% off wine, so what is it called? Homecoming?"

When they went, the boss himself was not in the store, but a manager-level person received them and led them into a box along the way.

The guitar sound in the bar is very weak, it seems to be an interlude of RNB.

Compared with the previous magic sound, it seems that the music taste of the bar owner has improved in recent years.

Just as Wen Gu thought of this, a somewhat familiar voice sounded accompanied by the sound of the guitar.

This is......

With a thought, he went out of the box, walked slowly to the edge of the booth, and looked towards the center of the stage.

The childish-looking child seemed to have grown up, but the guitar in his arms hadn't been changed, and it looked a bit old.

Wen Gu even heard that some of the notes were out of tune.

Unexpectedly, two years later, he is still singing in this bar.

He called out to the manager who was following him: "Has your singer been singing here for a long time?"

The manager nodded and said, "Yes, I have been singing for three or four years."

Three or four years.

After listening to it for a while, Wen Gu asked again, "Original song?"

"I don't know much about this," the manager was stunned for a moment, "but the boss should know."

"What's his name?"

"Sheng Zhixin."

The manager thought for a moment and said firmly, "It should be Sheng Zhixin."

Wen Gu nodded, thanked him, leaned against the booth and listened for a while, then took out his phone.

Quan Zian waited for him in the private room for a long time, so he had no choice but to go out to look for him, but at a glance, he saw Wen Gu holding a video camera with his mobile phone.

Quan Zian waited patiently for him to finish recording, and then couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Gu flicked his phone: "It's recording."

"It's strange," Quan Zian said, "There are even amateurs who can fall into your eyes?"

Wen Gu glanced at him, clicked on Weibo to switch accounts: "Am I that picky?"

"......do not you?"

Seeing his roughly edited video and posting a series of actions on Weibo in one go, Quan Zian couldn't help asking curiously, "Are you draining him?"

"Well, give me a hand, and see if I can pull up a new star in the Chinese music scene."

After Wen Gu finished speaking, he put the phone back in his pocket and walked towards the box.

Quan Zi'an's curiosity was about to explode.

"Are you going to take the initiative to do publicity for others? Or do you not need money?" He asked in a low voice, "Who is this kid? Are you acquainted?"

acquaintance?

Wen Gu looked back slightly, and glanced at the people on the stage who knew nothing about the status quo, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"It's a little white-eyed wolf who...has met once."