I climbed mountains and mountains for you

Xue Meng paused, but still held the phone in her hand, she was also stunned, and asked, "Are you really Liang Zhen?"

"Ah...yes." Liang Zhen was rather embarrassed, and he couldn't hold back the posture that he had to argue with Xue Meng just now.

"I kick (my God), are you Liang Zhen?"

Liang Zhen nodded, he is really a little shy now, a few minutes ago they were so fierce and each had their own tempers, no one would let the other fight to the death, but now they are all quiet.Sure enough, young people are all impulsive and angry, but being young also has its advantages. For example, if there is a hole, the two of them don't even have any previous grievances, let alone settling down.

"You have heard a lot." Liang Zhen said.He still has self-knowledge. If Song Yueting who wrote "life'sastruggle" is a milestone figure in Chinese rap, then Liang, who has just started, is really a bright cannon fodder. This person is only a tribute. "life's struggle" means that many people who don't listen to singing can hum a few choruses. It's not uncommon for Xue Meng to be able to listen to it, but Liang Zhen is a newcomer who only released one song. It's on Xue Meng's list.

"How did you know you found mine?" Liang Zhen was really curious, "I thought this song was only circulated in circles, how did you find it?"

"Didn't you work with Judaism before?" Xue Meng said, "So some time ago, your name was on the daily tweets. I clicked on it as soon as I saw it familiar, and then..." His palm was not holding the phone. Spreading out, stretching five fingers, shaking hands to express my emotions at the time, "That's how I felt the first time I heard it, it's too dry, too ganster!"

"It's been a long time since I've heard such an authentic dialect rap. I kicked it, and then I clicked on the musician's homepage. Just this song, I thought you didn't upload it, so I searched for you on the Internet. You know that the faces of the performances in the livehouse will be blurry. I haven’t found any photos of the song, and I’ve seen a few photos. I kick it.” Xue Meng herself said excitedly, “So do you have any other songs? You're crazy!"

"I didn't say that..." Liang Zhen also faced his fans for the first time, and he was still the kind of fan who had no reason to turn black, "What do you like about me, little brother?"

"Whoever said I like you," Xue Meng clearly drew the line, "I just like your songs, whoever likes your people."

Liang Zhen: "..."

"So do you have any other songs?"

"Yes, yes." Liang Zhen nodded, turned his head slightly to look at Shao Mingyin who was standing casually leaning against the wall, and rubbed his throat deliberately, with an apologetic attitude, "I'm here today, just to let you hear it first."

After Liang Zhen finished speaking, he still kept looking at Shao Mingyin to observe his attitude.Shao Mingyin opened the folding table standing next to him, hooked the small stool along and sat down, and patted the table with his hand, indicating that if Liang Zhen wanted to sing, he could put his mobile phone on it.

Xue Meng was also happy: "Then can I listen together?"

Liang Zhen asked, "How long have you been listening to rap?"

"In a few years, I listened to "Life's Struggle" in the third grade, and then it got out of hand."

"How old were you at that time?" Liang Zhen didn't expect it, "Then you should taste a product together, little brother. I'll wait for your evaluation."

There were only two stools in Shao Mingyin's room, but Liang Zhen kept the tambourine and accordion here, so Liang Zhen sat on the tambourine, with Shao Mingyin and Xue Meng on either side of him.Because those songs were recorded every day, Liang Zhen was immune to listening to them no matter how good they were, so he rolled his eyes to see the reactions and facial expressions of the two people next to him throughout the whole process, trying to guess their opinions and comments.Shao Mingyin was still the same, listening seriously, nodding occasionally, but her expression basically remained the same, but Xue Meng, just like playing chicken blood, might jump up if the occasion changed a little.

After the three capitals were finished, Shao Mingyin asked Liang Zhen for the lyrics of the third song. Liang Zhen tuned it for him. As soon as the phone was handed over, Xue Meng grabbed his wrist and asked Liang Zhen when he would upload it. He wanted to pay for it. .

"It's too fried! Why didn't I find that Lanzhou accent was so handsome before! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"You said 'kou'?" Liang Zhen correctly demonstrated the pronunciation, "It means awesome in Lanzhou dialect."

"Ahhhhhh, it's really awesome! It's amazing! How can you sing so well?" Xue Meng spread her hands, "I've heard so many rappers, and each has its own strengths, but it's really amazing for you to sing hook like this. It’s the first one. I’ll kick it. As far as your voice is concerned, if you don’t engage in rap, go to Zhejiang TV and sing a cover, and you will have no problem making a mainstream debut.”

"Don't, don't boast like that," Liang Zhen couldn't stand it, he was really humble, "I'm really not that good..."

"It's really so good. Quickly pass on a platform that can charge you." Xue Meng was still excited, "I'll pay you now. Are you releasing an album? Have you performed recently? In Wenzhou or Lanzhou? You Don't think I'm vulgar, I can't fart rainbows, and the poor only have money left. I kick it, I'm really jealous to death."

Liang Zhen didn't realize it: "Why are you still jealous?"

"I'm jealous that you are from Lanzhou."

Liang Zhen laughed: "You young master from Wenzhou is also pretty good, you go out and tell others that you are from Wenzhou, and everyone will let you treat you, saying that you are a local tyrant, how much face you have."

"That's not what it means," Xue Meng said "tsk", "it's this kind of singing, hey, it's like why Sichuan-Chongqing rap can develop so well, it's that kind of accent, it has local characteristics, but it can be heard I understand. But if you listen to Wenzhou dialect, such as Judaism, he is now a leader in singing in Wenzhou dialect. No one in Wenzhou underground knows him, but outside of Wenzhou, even other Wu-speaking areas can’t understand what he sings. It would be a disadvantage to go outside."

"It's nothing to worry about. Many people don't understand Cantonese. Look at the momentum of Cantonese rap."

"That family's Cantonese is so foreign, and there are a lot of Cantonese songs. What songs are there in Wenzhou?"

"Yes, people all over the country can sing." Liang Zhen nodded firmly.

Xue Meng shrank her neck, regaining her spirits: "What song?"

""Jiangnan Leather Factory Closed"."

Xue Meng: "..."

Xue Meng felt that she had been hit hard. Xue Meng was still the flower of her motherland, so Xue Meng shut herself up and stopped talking.Seeing that they stopped chatting, Shao Mingyin put the phone on the table, pushed it in front of Liang Zhen, and selected two of the sentences: "You really wrote everything just to rhyme." After the fight, I won’t go home tonight in Milan Lane’, how old were you at that time, you fight and you don’t go home, if you don’t go home, you’re looking for a girl?!”

"That was before." Liang Zhen was so real, how could he just make up things for the sake of rhyming? Of course, these all happened in real life, "There is a street in Lanzhou called a boat, and my elementary school is a boat elementary school, then At present, the fifth and sixth graders are all watching young and Dangerous gangster movies, and it is inevitable to fight and fight."

"What about the switchblade and the three-edged knife? Are they real?" Shao Mingyin hooked his fingers and smacked Liang Zhen's forehead unceremoniously, "You are in sixth grade, can you still get control knives?"

"It's not mine! I'm here to persuade the fight. Police officer Shao, can you give me some face and let me make an artistic rendering? It's true to block the knife. At that time, I had a very good friend who was also fighting those two piles. People inside. You know this kind of entanglement among elementary school students, that is, bring all the guys with you, count the number of people at that time, and see whoever has more people basically wins. But the situation was a little out of control that day, and I really did it. Of course I will go Persuasion, and then...accidental injury."

Shao Mingyin let out a breath, her distress was very secret: "Where did you stab it? Is it deep?"

"It's not hurt," Liang said happily. "It's winter, and the knife is not as thick as the clothes."

Shao Mingyin: ...

"And the one who won't go home tonight is actually the name of a kind of wine in the Milan Bar. I drank it that day and really didn't go home. The degree was too high, so I just slept there." The more Liang Zhen said, the more his neck became more Turning to Shao Mingyin, laying his chest on the table, raised his head and winked at Shao Mingyin: "I just want to show brotherly loyalty, it's my fault for minors to go to bars, I apologize, I apologize, but I really didn't find girls, I also No girl."

"Do you have a girl..." Shao Mingyin paused, "I don't care if you have a girl."

"certainly--"

Before Liang Zhen finished speaking, Shao Mingyin's phone rang. After checking the number, he patted Xue Meng on the shoulder: "Your homeroom teacher is calling."

As soon as she heard that she was the head teacher, the autistic Xue Meng was like a flower - she wanted to open her mind.Xue Meng answered the phone. He was quite obedient in front of the class teacher, and he would hold back a shy smile. After hanging up the phone, he returned the phone to Shao Mingyin, saying that the teacher was waiting for him at the south gate of the community.

The door was not the one they came to. Shao Mingyin was afraid that Xue Meng would not be found, so she planned to go with him. Liang Zhen originally wanted to send off the little fans, but Shao Mingyin saw that his clothes were thin and the wind was strong outside. , did not let him follow.As expected, there was a car parked at the gate of the community. The man in a windbreaker standing against the door should be Xue Meng's teacher. After approaching, Shao Mingyin reckoned that his height should be about the same as Liang Zhen.

The teacher touched Xue Meng's head and asked him to sit in as soon as the door opened. Shao Mingyin joked that we would see each other next time. The teacher smiled slightly and said in a low voice, thank you for taking care of him, but there will be no next time.

It was already cold, so Shao Mingyin walked back without talking to the teacher.He brought the key, so he didn't ask Liang Zhen to open the door. After entering the door, seeing Liang Zhen's appearance, even if he knocked on the door, it might not be convenient for Liang Zhen to open the door.

Shao Mingyin approached and stood on the edge of the bed. Liang Zhen wrapped the quilt even harder, like a silkworm cocoon, only his head was exposed.

Shao Mingyin signaled to the folding bed next to him: "I've already left, go to sleep on your bed."

"That's my bed, but I don't want to sleep there today." Liang Zhen said confidently, "I don't care, anyway, you promised me outside the door, you said I can sleep in a big bed today!"