Flames

Dawei opened the door with his slippers on and shirtless, rubbing his scarlet eyes.

Entering the room coldly, he put the piano on the shelf next to the sofa, rubbed it along Dawei's fat belly, and laughed: "It doesn't bother you if you come to stay overnight?"

"It's okay," Dawei's voice was a little tired, he closed the door and kicked the broken sneakers aside with a smile, "Did you quarrel with your brother?"

"Heh..." Leng Lie neither admitted nor denied, sank down on the sofa, and took advantage of the opportunity to lift his legs on the small coffee table to change the subject, "Did the recording go well today?"

Seeing that Leng Lie didn't want to say more, Dawei didn't ask any more, turned around and went to the kitchen and poured a glass of water on the coffee table: "Let those grandchildren use the drum machine directly, it's cheaper."

With a cold and wry smile, he picked up the magazine in the corner of the sofa and flipped through it a few times. He knew Dawei's temper, he was good at technology and didn't care about money, and he was forced by laymen to play the drums hard, so he simply trusted people to use the drum machine He can do it.

Dawei broke off half of the chocolate and handed it to Leng Lie, stuffed the remaining half into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Damn it, the more I work, the less fun I am. If I'm in a hurry, someday I won't serve these grandchildren!"

"Hehe," chuckled coldly, I heard Dawei say this three years ago when he first entered the studio as a guitarist, and he tried to persuade him symbolically, "Don't do it, do it well!"

Saying to do a good job, in fact, I was trembling in my heart.In recent years, the record industry has become more and more depressed, but the number of recording studios has increased overnight like a fashionable thing. What kind of cats and dogs, who claim to be dreams, can just stick in it, looking at the young musicians. , How to show off.Playing some nonsensical things all day long, Leng Lie himself felt that the more he worked, the more boring he became.

"Hey, I heard something..." After chewing the chocolate, Dawei picked up the cigarette case from the tea table and smoked a cigarette and threw it to Lenglie, and he also took one in his mouth, so he interrupted the sentence mysteriously.

"What?" Leng Lie lit a cigarette sideways, took his feet off the coffee table, and asked indifferently.

"I heard that Boss Guo's new entertainment company is going to push you to play in the draft?" Dawei said with a sour tone, waiting for cold gossip.

Leng Leng half-closed his eyes, with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, letting the blue smoke from the cigarette pass through the hair on his forehead, rubbing his fingers on the edge of the magazine, and after a while he took the cigarette away with a smile, and replied: "No way. ?”

"Cut!" Dawei bowed and picked up the ashtray and put it on Leng Lie's lap, the news spread in the shed, he didn't believe Leng Lie didn't know, "Really, I heard it with my own ears."

Leng Lie's mind quickly flashed through those little tender meats who were popular in the draft a few days ago, and shook his head again and again, "Boss Guo won't let me go, he knows I can't..."

"Why can't you? You need to have a good figure and good looks. The key is that you can play the guitar well..."

"Hehe..." Laughing a little stiffly, he held the cigarette again and didn't let it go. After a long time, he felt the heat from the butt of the cigarette close to the tip of his nose, and then he took off the cigarette butt and rubbed it into the ashtray, "I'll tell you a secret..."

Dawei distanced himself a little, looked back and forth at Leng Lie, and patiently waited for the "secret".

"I can't sing, I can't sing in front of other people...and..." Leng Lie put the ashtray back on the coffee table, stood up and shook the ash on his body, "I never thought about being anything star!"

That night in the guest room of Dawei's house, Leng Lie fell into a drowsy sleep, half dreaming and half awake, he dreamed of the alley where he lived when he was a child.

Coldness is the most direct impression.On the low courtyard wall, pieces of anti-theft glass are inserted on the top of the wall, and a little bit of rare sunlight shines on the pieces to reflect colorful light spots.From time to time, some wild flowers and weeds sprang out of the gaps in the red brick path, and the life cycle would not be too long...

Yangjiao Hutong is a dead end, two hundred steps north from the entrance of the Hutong is the gate of Leng's house on the left.The vermilion paint on the gate is always the brightest in this alley.

When he was a child, he wondered why other courtyards, even small courtyards with only one entrance, lived with several families, while his own family exclusively occupied one courtyard.Later... when he squeezed the copper ring on the rich door and slowly pushed the door open, the deafening noises like thunder and lightning made him realize that no normal person would dare to stay here except for those few demons dancing wildly in the courtyard .

In his sleep, he frowned coldly, beads of sweat filled his forehead, and a pair of wide palms hugged him.The big hand threw him high, and every subsequent sinking made him afraid that he would fall heavily on the ground, but luckily he would always be caught properly.

Constantly throwing up and down, he tentatively raised his neck when he reached the apex...

The sky behind the roof was blue, the clouds were dazzling white, and there happened to be a flight of pigeons flying overhead.The clear pigeon whistle and the rumbling sound in the courtyard rushed into the ears alternately...

"Come on! Sing one for my brothers!" The big hand put him on the huge stereo, not afraid that he would stumble and fall, so he slipped a microphone for him, and the voice was full of expectation, "Sing! Sing!"

Coldly struggling to wake up from the dream, but he couldn't wake up for a long time. After a while, he realized that it was Dawei's electronic drum outside the door and the rhythm in the dream.

He knew that Dawei had the habit of getting up early and playing drums, so he didn't step forward to disturb him, but just wiped the cold sweat off his face, and went into the bathroom to urinate.The sound of running water made his dream drift away all night, but he unconsciously remembered the face that never appeared in the dream.It was a perpetually smiling, slightly drunk, shiny, handsome face.

He shook his head and put on his pants, washed up and listened quietly to Dawei's drum in the living room.

Dawei was wearing earphones, and two sticks were flying in his hands. Beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead along with the morning light, but he was immersed in his drumbeat without knowing it.

Listening to the drum sound coldly, he imagined a melody while thinking about another thing.

Although he had already planned to move out, he didn't plan to live with Dawei.He didn't have any close friends since he was a child. Although he and Dawei and the people in the shed had a good relationship on the surface, and they could talk quite well when they got together, he still regarded himself as an outsider in his heart.The feeling of keeping a little distance will make him feel safe.

He's got a little bit of pressure to live with - he has to find a house first.But this state is quite good, and I feel that I am living seriously.

Dawei was still going on, looking up at the dawn, his subordinates were beating faster and faster.

Taking a cold look at his back, he got up, put on the guitar, and hurried out.

A new day has come.

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