Tropical Highway

On the small stage, the last young man is playing a tambourine.

The young man, surnamed Zuo, lived in Lhasa for two years, and this bar called Viva was his favorite place to come.When I was a customer at first, I picked up a tambourine and played a ensemble with the bearded boss "Biao Ge" after drinking slightly drunk.

When the applause sounded, Qing Bar condensed into "that moment" that directly hit Xiao Zuo's heart.

So he stayed here, coming about two or three times a week, singing some songs to Brother Biao's guests with the musicians he knew.

After work, it's time to drink the wine that brother Biao invited.

Xiao Zuo straightened up, and at some point there was a shadow beside him, which startled him.

"Damn it!" When he took a closer look, he found that it was a person, and his tongue was almost tied when he stared straight at it, "You...how are you?"

The young man smiled at him very friendly: "Is the band performance over?"

Xiao Zuo didn't know anything, but when he saw the man in front of him - tall and thin, handsome, with a rather indifferent appearance, dark green hair color that was a bit of a literary youth, dressed like a peacock - he didn't refuse at all, and saw a few people in the direction of the bar. The musician started to drink and asked hesitantly, "What's the matter?"

Youth... You Zhen said politely, "I want to borrow that acoustic guitar."

Xiao Zuo gave a puzzled "hmm".

"It would be even better if you can plug in a speaker." You Zhen said, his gaze had already fallen on the acoustic guitar case, "Is that okay?"

He said it casually, as if his hands were itchy suddenly after listening to their performance. This kind of whim exchange made him recall the first night when he came to Viva for a long time. He did not expect that after so long, the mood at that time was still warm.

Xiao Zuo was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed out loud and reached for the guitar case: "Use it as you like, use it as you like—do you need an accompaniment?"

"Huh?" You Zhen didn't expect him to be so straightforward.

Xiao Zuo patted his chest, and then recommended himself: "It's a temporary idea, right? I understand, play and play... Do you want to play a tambourine to accompany you? My level is not bad!"

The acoustic guitar is plugged into the speaker, and the strings are plucked for the first time, and the tone is unexpectedly clear.

"Not bad." You Zhen boasted.

"This guitar is the treasure of our Brother Biao—oh, Brother Biao is the boss here." Xiao Zuo took out the tambourine again and introduced enthusiastically, "When he was young, he also wanted to go to the world with a sword, and later he became a master in Lhasa. Once we get home, we can't walk anymore. Let's join in the fun here, relying on his support for musical instruments... Oh, what's the name of this handsome guy?

"My surname is You." He said, "Or you can call me Real."

Xiao Zuo chewed on two distinct but mysteriously similar pronunciations: "So you are a folk musician...?"

It doesn't look like it.

"Uh, I'm...a half-baked guitarist?" You Zhen was not very confident when he revealed his identity, and he reflexively searched for that familiar figure in the crowd.

A little far away from the small stage, Zhai Lan looked at him intently and kept laughing.

He held up the white candle to his face, as if he wanted to illuminate Yuzhen from a distance, so that he could see more clearly.The childish behavior alleviated You Zhen's initial embarrassment for no reason.

Play the guitar, a whim proposed.

You Zhen sat on the high stool, tried the intonation again, and suddenly felt that he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Strange cities, people he met for the first time, even the night and the wind in the mountains all amplified his fleeting inspiration.The short stay in Xining failed to capture the melody, and at this moment You Zhen couldn't help but think of it, fingering a string of notes, and immediately improvised.

The tambourine joined in, and You Zhen's fingertips beat.

Now is not the time.

So the melody turned a corner, and the folk guitar had a bit of woody clarity, subtly between "sticky" and "crisp", as if a gulf wind was blowing head-on.The bass cycled three times in a row, and the tambourine found its rhythm. Through the speaker, the two instruments were mixed together. You Zhen held the guitar without strumming the strings, and the smooth melody poured out from his fingertips.

The customers and the owner of the bar lowered their voices and looked at the stage in amazement. They did not expect that there would be an additional program, and the cheers and applause immediately surged.

The guitar is played smoothly, and the tune has a clear flavor of flamenco.

The tavern became a traveling bus, carrying everyone aimlessly.Surrounded by a long desert, the road has no end, and the white clouds are like a waterfall cascading thousands of miles from the sky.

Then it entered the night without warning, the shadow of the mountain was like a ghost, the wind sang like a banshee, and people couldn't help dancing.

It's like crazy, but the melody is clear and very peaceful.

The contradictory guitar sound spread out and became smoother and smoother. It seemed more like a sudden impulse and finally found the right time after waiting for a long time—a song he liked very much. At this time, he wanted to play it to that person.

You Zhen raised his head, and in the distance, Zhai Lan put down the candle, propping his face with both hands.

The four eyes met and then parted briefly, Zhai Lan became dizzy.

He may have altitude sickness again, it may be that the aftermath of that glass of "Golden Andres" is surging like waves, but his smile is getting deeper and deeper...

getting drunk.

But You Zhen clearly told him that the cocktail had no alcohol.

The guitars are well tuned and the tambourines are just right to the most subtle level, a bit thin without the bass...

but it does not matter.

He has played it countless times.

The melody is so tearful, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes tactful, that the audience is almost fascinated.They break off the conversation, sinking into an impeccable fingerstyle with slightly drunken smiles.The movement of You Zhen holding the guitar is a bit special, leaning it into his arms, as if he is a real lover, even the eyes he looks at the six strings are extremely deep.

The state is getting better and better, and it can even be said that he has not played the guitar so much for a long time.

Feeling that the timing is almost right, the running-in of the tambourine has become more and more tacit, the melody is flowing on the fingertips and turning a corner, turning from a semi-improvisation to a classic prelude——

Suddenly, an audience whistled and shouted in surprise: "Hotel California!"

As soon as the voice fell, accompanied by cheers, cheers, and applause one after another, the notes like big beads and small beads falling on a jade plate paused slightly, and someone in the microphone sighed softly.

Onadark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warmsmelofcolitis, risingupthroughtheair

……

TheylivingitupattheHotelCalifornia

What nice surprise

What nice surprise

……

The warm and psychedelic summer on the west coast seems to have nothing to do with the early spring on the plateau, but You Zhen sings so intently that Zhai Lan looks at him intently, as if behind him is not the Milky Way hanging upside down, but the sweet summer afternoon sun dappled.

Everyone should have such a late night in their life, there is an unplugged "Hotel California".

You Zhen couldn't remember where he heard this sentence, he didn't care about it at the time, and felt arrogant.Now he is sitting in the night in Lhasa, with the majestic Bu Palace behind him, the snow-capped mountains farther away are clearly visible, the clouds are a circle of silver on the top of the mountain, and the stars are shining brightly. restless.

There was no moon shining on the mountains and rivers, but he was stared intently by a pair of eyes.

There is music in the ears, singing in a low voice, and after closing the eyes slightly, the firefly-like candlelight trembles fragilely in the field of vision.

But he knew that light would not go out.

After the last solo was played, the tambourine was lightened at the right time, and the sound of the guitar faded away. You Zhen took an inaudible breath. He leaned closer to the microphone, and when his eyes met Zhai Lan, his eyes became softer unconsciously.

"Weare program to receive,

"You can check out any time you like,

"But you can never leave..."

After plucking the six strings, the trembling of the palm stopped, and it ended neatly.

The person who first called out the title of the song stood up from the second table on the left and cheered loudly: "Good! It's been a long time since I heard Hotel California play so well, and one person can play it so well..."

There are dragons and crouching tigers in the small tavern, and You Zhen is overwhelmed by the cheers. He finally breaks free from the siege of a group of real and fake friends, and returns to his position with difficulty.After sitting down, he exhaled a long breath, raised his head, leaned on the back of the chair, and unconsciously began to laugh happily for a long time.

"Have you enjoyed it?" Across the small table, Zhai Lan seemed to be asking casually while eating tiramisu.

But You Zhen heard that he must have done calculations to choose this opening line.

He nodded: "It's very enjoyable, much more enjoyable than performing in Zone... But if you go to Zone again later, you can't just talk about it casually."

Zhai Lan: "I won't, I will always stand by You Zhen's side."

The drumbeat was slowly rebounding in the hollow of his heart, and when the words fell, he was caught off guard and made him dizzy again.You Zhen was almost at a loss for words: "...children stand in line."

"You're still a kid when you're less than 20 years old." Zhai Lan had a cunning expression, and he had already guessed that he would say that.

Every sentence has evidence, citing the scriptures and allusions, but You Zhen said that he raised his hand and surrendered, thinking that Zhai Lan should not rub it casually, if he is not paying attention, he will be stabbed by him suddenly, itchy and painful.

But he was silent for a while and thought about it again, most of the time when he was not pierced, it was still easy to touch.

You Zhen couldn't help but make equal substitutions, and finally felt that even if he would be stabbed a few times, he would seize the opportunity to move Zhai Lan.

"Hey." The hedgehog had almost eaten the cake, and his attention was all on You Zhen, "What are you thinking?"

You Zhen shook his head: "No, nothing."

Zhai Lan's complexion only softened a little, his eyes moved up, and he pursed his lips unconsciously.

After spending two days together day and night, You Zhen already knew that it was his micro-movements when he was nervous or unhappy, so he looked over and saw three girls coming together, wandering behind them hesitantly, wanting to Stop talking.

You Zhen turned his head and frowned suspiciously: "Uh, you... looking for me?"

"You are, you are the one!" One of them had short hair and glasses, his voice changed with excitement, "The green wind..."

Meeting Zhai Lan on the plateau train is already a very small probability event, and when he ran into three people who obviously knew him in a tavern, You Zhen didn't know for a while whether he was born as a non-chieftain or not.Zhai Lan always denies his status as a "music fan", but at least the girl wearing glasses in front of him must like his music.

You Zhen still has this bit of self-confidence: "Have you heard our song?"

"Yeah, your account is called Real's Digital World, right! I've been listening to your songs for about a year, but I'm too far away, and I haven't had time to watch the live show... The drummer just said, 'Thanks to Real's Hotel California ’ I just remembered.” The girl scratched her hair embarrassingly, “I sent you a private message, I like your "Overwhelmed Rain"."

After a brief chat, the other party once again expressed their love for their music style and said goodbye happily.You Zhen wanted to buy them a drink, but the girl refused repeatedly, running faster than a rabbit.

"I really didn't expect that there were indeed people on the single cycle, and I had to tell Mr. Song and them later..." You Zhen didn't want to finish, and was about to share his mood with Zhai Lan when he saw the other party's expression, and the words stopped, "What's your expression?"

"The expression of being full." Zhai Lan said, covering his face with a plate.

A bit sour, the fateful encounter he secretly cherished seems to have lost the "unique" label because of this dialogue, there is no particularity, no uniqueness as imagined, and it suddenly disappears from everyone.

"Unhappy?" You Zhen asked, "Why did you suddenly lose your temper?"

Zhai Lan took a deep breath, the pain was still swelling but he chose to restrain himself temporarily.He told himself that Zhai Lan didn't need You Zhen to coax him, all the ambiguities were just an illusion of staying in Sunshine City, even if one day he could act like a spoiled child in front of You Zhen, telling him "I'm not the only one" significance"--

That has nothing to do with now.

"I was wondering..." Zhai Lan asked vaguely, "Do people often send private messages to your homepage?"

A certain period was jumping restlessly, and Zhai Lan unexpectedly overlapped with the tentative appearance of baring his teeth and waving claws.You Zhen smiled, with a very warm and nostalgic expression.He touched his nose and covered it up with the movement of drinking.

"Is it that difficult to answer?" Zhai Lan joked, "I'm a heartthrob?"

"How is it possible, my band is so confused..." You Zhen said briskly, "Actually, I don't read private messages very much, maybe once a few days, and I basically don't reply to them unless I hit it off."

After hearing this, Zhai Lan didn't say a word, but lowered her head and put the charging treasure back into her schoolbag.

But his head shook slightly, full of rhythm, happy and relaxed, and a belated drumbeat sounded in his ears, and the unhappiness disappeared.

You Zhen was at a loss.

Although I couldn't figure out the reason... But Zhai Lan suddenly revived with full blood?

The author says:

When I have a secret love, I always worry about gains and losses, and I always worry that my little hope will suddenly disappear (Xiaolan wronged.jpg

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