mr frank is faithful to love

(FR. Zuo Boyao)

Our band gave me hope when I was down, and for me that hope never dies and cannot be replicated.

Now, with RawMeat frozen in the amber of time like the wings of a flying insect, suspending events is the most conservative PR strategy the company can think of.

For more than 20 days, I have been standing in the whirlpool of public opinion, and now, at the turn of spring and summer, I finally don't have to be asked about RawMeat anymore.

Looking back on what happened in the past three months, I still can't judge whether it was the right decision to come here. I was finally crushed by the last straw and left the mess in Beijing.

The vicissitudes of life have taught me that sometimes it is wise to run away, even if I am not doing well in a new situation.

In mid-April, it is either rainy or gloomy in the mountains.

I stood on the stone outside the broken house and called my mother for the first time in the deep twilight. She said she was worried about me. After more than [-] years, I couldn't do anything well, couldn't catch love, and now I don't even have a band."

"I heard it's very hard over there."

"Bitter," I nodded, with a sore nose, and I said, "but I should do something meaningful. Maybe I've had enough of the suffering here, and other sufferings are nothing."

The wind in the mountains is full of water vapor. When I woke up, it was foggy in the distance, and it was also foggy nearby. This was the first morning I met this village, and the first person I got acquainted with was also my roommate. , called Qi Hao, he has been here for two years.

Qi Hao licked his lips, put the firewood into the fire, and above the fire was a kettle for boiling water, he said: "You can leave anytime, just tell me if you want to leave."

"I have to stay for at least a month, maybe there will be unprecedented inspiration." I sat with my knees crossed, holding an enamel cup filled with instant coffee. The cup was new, and it was still wrapped when I got it. Crumpled brown paper.

I'm waiting for Qi Hao to boil the water.

Qi Hao was slovenly, wearing a washed-out camouflage jacket, with white tape wrapped around the temples of his glasses, he hardly looked at me, and spoke with a southern accent, very indifferent.

"It's not bad if you can stay for a week," Qi Hao said, "People from ordinary families in the city can't live here, let alone you, a rich second generation."

"You can get by—"

"I'm different. I'm here to be a teacher, and you're here to collect folk songs, but you're too idealistic. After a few days, you'll find that you can't live your life, and you don't have much interest in creating."

Qi Hao's cup was large and insulated. He unscrewed the lid, grabbed a handful of tea leaves from the plastic bag, and rested his chin on his lap, waiting for the water to boil.

The firewood made a "crackling" sound, and the newly built school was a bit empty and damp, but Qi Hao told me that he was already content with the current conditions. When he first came here two years ago, he was still leaking. class in the classroom.

The lid of the kettle was lifted by the steam, and then, boiling water was poured into the cup, and the aroma of coffee permeated instantly. I couldn't find anything to stir, so I could only hold the cup and shake it, asking Qi Hao if he wanted a drink.

"I have tea," he said.

After several minutes of silence, I mustered up the courage to ask the question I've always wanted to ask: "Do you know about RawMeat?"

Qi Hao frowned, shook his head, and said, "I don't know."

His three words brought me the first real moment of escaping, half of the troubles that had been entrenched in my heart for dozens of days dissipated in an instant.

I held the hot cup and looked at the flickering orange flame. A few sparks jumped out and splashed on my shoes, leaving dust that fell off with a flick.

I have a heart disease. While cherishing RawMeat, I am afraid that others will talk to me.

I bought a batch of books and teaching aids for the school that took me in, and then I had the opportunity to live here for a long time.

Liao Yiran called me, and she said, "I think you might be crazy."

"Wouldn't you think that I met some people here whose experiences could be written into songs."

"You left a huge mess behind, what are we going to do?"

"Give up, or give up temporarily, instead of wandering in desperation every day, it is better to let yourself live well." I said.

I can't expect others to understand me. Liao Yiran's words made me angry, but I have no reason to blame her.

Near the dilapidated house was a cliff. I went to sit at the door of the house almost every evening. When the weather was fine, I watched the sunset, and when it was cloudy, I saw the thick cumulus clouds gradually turning dark.

I took my guitar with me and wrote all my inspirations in a notebook. What I’m currently brainstorming is actually a job I’ve decided on a long time ago. At that time, Zhou Yiyi had a friend who helped me connect with Party A. I just needed to come up with a decent song. It is a song for public welfare, so it is indeed unplanned to come here for a field visit.

I have no sense of presence in this school. Qi Hao is very busy every weekday. He gets up at about five o'clock to boil water. When the door of the dormitory is opened, the smell of cold air that has been hanging out all night comes in. I covered the quilt tightly and touched the phone from the old chair beside the bed.

Qi Hao would often "ding, ding, bang, bang" until dawn, and then go to the gate to pick up the students who came to school.The children all entered the classroom and lined up to receive breakfast. Not long after, the bell for morning self-study rang.

It was not until 07:30 at this time.

I was caught off guard by a cold, and it took a few days to get used to the cold. My mother asked me when I would go back, and I said I would go back after the song was written, and it should be soon.

"How are you eating? Are you used to it?" My mother asked.

Sitting on the bed in the dormitory, I ate the sunflower seeds that Qi Hao planted himself. I said, "There are potatoes, flour and cabbage. You can make fried noodles with shredded potatoes and fried noodles with cabbage."

"Do you not eat meat?"

"Eat, but it's impossible to eat every day, mainly because it's inconvenient to go to the city, and you can't buy it if you have money."

My tone was calm. In fact, I was thinking about what to eat when I returned to Beijing every night. I brought a few boxes of chocolates, but I didn’t want to eat them. I kept them in the box.

To be honest, I admire Qi Hao a lot. He has studied in a very good university and worked in a very good company in the city. There is a primitive and pure atmosphere in him.

This is very rare.

"I think you should learn to cook." Qi Hao said to me.

The children's breakfast is porridge, with bits and pieces of minced meat in it. I stand at the end of the line and wait until they are finished serving me. This scene is very funny. Qi Hao controls the rations of the people in this room with a big iron spoon .

I'm so pitiful, I look like a long-term worker.

"Have you finished writing the song?" Qi Hao asked as he gave me a boiled egg.

I shook my head and said, "No, but soon."

"Leave soon?"

"probably."

Time has deepened my cognition, and I feel that Qi Hao is really a good person. Although he looks introverted and indifferent, he will always call me when he cooks something delicious. The school distributes milk to children and teachers, and Qi Hao specially looks for it. I got the principal, and then, I also have a box of milk every day.