sunk into the earth

The climate of Beijing and Yuncheng is a bit similar. The summers in the two northern cities are extremely hot and dry. The sun at ten o’clock in the morning makes people dizzy, but Yuncheng has slightly more rain than Beijing. Gastric washing with black smoke all over the city.

Cheng Sheng doesn't like the summer in Beijing that much. The shiny asphalt roads, the shiny green leaves, and the shiny foreheads and black hair of the people on the road. I was in a panic because of the rushing hormones all over my body, and there was nowhere to put them. Even popsicles and sodas couldn't save me, so I had to find something to vent.

The nameless hotness that his body could hardly contain was naturally expressed on the music.

Rock bands were on the rise in those years. At the Hung Hom concert in 94, Dou Wei, He Yong, and Tang Chao published the newspapers one by one. What an exaggeration.Cheng Sheng saw it, good guy, playing with musical instruments and singing can make people fascinated. In the first year of freshman year, his mind became hot, and he and the two of them immediately formed a group to form a band, specializing in writing some boring punk music.

There are two girls, one male and one female, the female lead singer Chang Xin sings and the male guitarist Qin Xiao, and he, who doesn't care about his temperament, is assigned to play the drums.Cheng Sheng played the drums happily, and all the inexhaustible youth hormones turned into sweat and sprinkled on the drums.But he played really mediocre, and his rhythm stability was surprisingly poor. When the drumsticks were struck, the fragmented drum beats were like being chased by ten men in black. He was anxious and anxious, just like himself.

Cheng Sheng is even better at playing the guitar. He can’t even press the chords correctly. Damn me”, and after trying a few times, I finally decided not to embarrass myself, never mentioning the guitarist again, and trying to brainwash them into saying that “drums are the skeleton of music”, self-indulgent practice is no better than guitar Much better drumming technique.In the first summer vacation of their freshman year, Cheng Sheng and his two boys specially found a small one-story house outside as a rehearsal room. It was near their homes. The three of them walked to the rehearsal room with a popsicle every day. After a few hours Wiping sweat again, I walked out of the inside, squatted together and smoked two cigarettes, bought three bottles of iced Arctic Ocean Hululu and drank them all, and went back to my respective homes.

Cheng Sheng spent the whole day waving his sticks and soaking in a bunch of kick drums, snare drums, and rhythm cymbals, but the restlessness in his heart didn't come out at all, but became more uncomfortable as the weather got hotter and hotter.He was a little confused, and he hated this place a little bit. He couldn't wait to go to other places. The south was more humid, and the north was cooler. He felt that any place was better than the place he was staying at now.

They practiced smoothly today. After exchanging skills in the rehearsal room, the three of them packed up their things and went to the small shop in advance. They bought three bottles of Arctic Ocean, sucked on a straw, and walked home.

The two of them, a man and a woman, were walking towards the courtyard in a relaxed manner. When the guard saw Cheng Sheng suddenly beckon to him, he shouted solemnly, "Cheng Sheng!"

Cheng Sheng turned around in confusion, "What's wrong, brother?"

"Your father is waiting for you, be careful!" The guard stood up straight and pouted at him.

"Ah?" Cheng Sheng bit the straw and swallowed the soda he just sucked up, then turned to Qin Xiao and asked, "I haven't caused any trouble recently, have I?"

With his shoulders on her shoulders, Qin Xiao shook her head.

The three of them didn't take it seriously, said goodbye to the guards and walked back to the roads of each house, but the guards were more worried than Cheng Sheng, and yelled at his back: "Your dad just asked me for a broom in the guard room! Don't take it seriously!"

Cheng Sheng swaggered back and said, "It's okay, brother, my dad will scare people poorly!"

When the three of them were about to reach the door of the house, Chang Xin suddenly stopped Cheng Sheng, took out a cigarette case from his messenger bag, took out three cigarettes, and handed out one to him and Qin Xiao skillfully, "Take a cigarette and go back."

She treats Cheng Sheng and Qin Xiao a little differently, she always puts a cigarette in Cheng Sheng's mouth herself, and then slowly approaches him with the lit one in her mouth, lighting him up.

When Qin Xiao saw this scene, she immediately screamed exaggeratedly: "Yo, yo, don't be partial to the lead singer of our band, why don't I get this treatment?"

Chang Xin smiled and turned her head, approaching him with a thin cigarette in her mouth, her expression suddenly changed when her forehead was almost touching, and she slapped him hard on the head with wide eyes, firm and crisp.

"Don't you look at your virtue and fat body, and you still compare treatment with Cheng Sheng? You are half as thin and good-looking as Cheng Sheng, and I will sleep at your house tonight!"

Cheng Sheng was not used to Chang Xin's appearance for a long time, and his ears intelligently filtered out the ambiguous elements in her words. He bent down and snuffed out the unsmoked cigarette on the stone steps, and picked up the cigarette he had just put away again. The soda on the floor, biting the straw and saying goodbye to the two, "I'm going back to find my dad to receive the reward, see you in the rehearsal room tomorrow!"

After speaking, he swayed away without looking back, leaving Qin Xiao and Chang Xin standing in place with more than half of the remaining cigarettes in their mouths.

Qin Xiao put her arm on Chang Xin's shoulders, shook her head and said, "Tsk, a man isn't worth it, he had a hot fight with the sister from the Literature Department of your school a few days ago, damn student, why don't you cherish your eyes?" Man, look at me? Guitarists have always been the most popular, why are you squinting at a drummer?"

Chang Xin looked at the back of Cheng Sheng disappearing around the corner, and slapped Qin Xiao hard on the head again, "Go home, go home! Where are you talking so much?"

On the other side, as soon as Cheng Sheng stepped into the gate of his house, he was beaten head-on by the sullen old Cheng with a big rough broom.

The old Cheng's name is Cheng Ruchun. On the surface, he looks like his name, with a spring and elegant demeanor, but in fact he likes to catch women by surprise.He was transferred to Tibet a few years ago, and even his family members were not allowed to disclose the details of his work. He was only transferred back in the last year. He was helpless in the face of his son who was long and crooked.After all, he is a man of culture, before Cheng Sheng messed around with Old Cheng, he just pretended to be a tiger and said a few words to him, but today he actually copied things, which shows that he is really angry.

The always polite old Cheng was wearing gray short sleeves, and he was waving a broom all over the yard to greet his son's poor back. Turn a blind eye, but how can you lie to other girls? You even picked on your mother's students, and this girl came to the door this afternoon, and I have been dignified for 45 years, and you have completely lost my face!"

"Ah? What?" Cheng Sheng was chased and ran all over the yard. It took him a long time to remember what his father was talking about. Big man! If you want to blame, you can blame Qin Xiao and the others. They bet on me. If I lose, I will ask a senior from the school next door to confess. Who knows that it is my mother's student? What's more, I explained it to that senior later. Is it cheating?"

Old Cheng's forehead was smoldering, and his son's words fueled the flames, and the slapping movements became more ruthless, and he picked Cheng Sheng's blue tattoo that was faintly exposed on the back of his neck, "I told you to go to you!" Just go? This is cheating lesbians. If you want to be born decades earlier, you have to ruin your whole life because of your style! And what kind of messy tattoos do you have on your body? Like a stinking hooligan!"

Old Cheng was tough on Cheng Sheng, and the broom sticks tied with sorghum ears rained down on Cheng Sheng's back, and soon there were several blood marks.

Cheng Sheng was also annoyed by his father's whipping. After being whipped dozens of times in a row, he finally couldn't help it and stopped hiding. He stood still and let his father whip him, and just said boldly: "I'm going back to my grandma's house." I will never go back to Beijing again, so why don’t I bother you in front of your eyes?”

In a fit of anger, Lao Cheng threw his broom and pointed at his nose, "Take me away those broken drums and guitars of yours, too. There is no room for your things at home, so let me go quickly."

Cheng Sheng was young and energetic, and he left as soon as he said he would. He only knew that Qin Xiao and Chang Xin's band rehearsals would be postponed, and he slipped out of the compound with all his musical instruments.

He didn't know where to find a truck to deliver goods, and took advantage of Monday's old schedule to go to work, tricking the guards into letting them in because it was a truck that helped with the handling of musical instruments.

Together with the master driver, he put all the junk things in his father's mouth - a drum kit, a guitar, and a bass - into the truck. Like a bird just out of the cage, humming a little tune and fled from home to Yuncheng with this big truck.

They were driving north along the national highway, and a huge truck carrying wood and coal passed him by in the lane next to him. Cheng Sheng leaned curiously by the window, looking at the gradually gray sky outside, and the cool scenery along the way. The wind blew up the bangs on his forehead that covered his eyes, and his restless fire seemed to be calmed down suddenly in this light wind. Cheng Sheng closed his eyes and thought, how comfortable the road is, if one can live forever Just live in the wind.

The driver master is also a young man, not much older than him, but his temperament is already full of the market atmosphere that has been rolled around in society. He kept his eyes on the road without squinting, and asked Cheng Sheng, who was holding the window next to him: "If you don't stay in Beijing, what are you going to do in Yuncheng?"

"I was kicked out by my dad and went to my grandma."

The driver master saw the bruises on the back of his neck when he was moving things. He was not embarrassed to ask at the time, but now he laughed happily and started to be a teacher: "If I were like you, I would be beaten to death by my father when I was ten years old. Those of you Drums, guitars, my house would all be smashed, expensive and useless."

Cheng Sheng was still holding the window, wondering what you, a transporter, know, so he said to the dusty wind outside: "Expensive and useless things are the most precious things in this world. The precious spirit of liberalism, understand?"

"Freedom? People need to have enough to eat first. You will know when you go to Yuncheng. A large number of factories have collapsed. Many people can't even eat. Hurry up and go to the south to find development. It's just you capitals. The little boy can still play around."

Cheng Sheng couldn't bear others to teach him that way, and retorted with a little wind: "If you don't have enough to eat, you can't be free? Isn't freedom the same thing as love? People who don't have enough to eat have to get married."

The little master sneered, "Love and marriage are not the same thing."

"In my opinion, it's the same thing. Is a marriage without love a preparation for divorce?"

The driver shook his head and compromised: "Cheng Chengcheng, if you think it's the same thing, then it's the same thing."

There are rows of oily and green poplar forests on both sides of the driveway. Cheng Sheng felt his heart palpitate when he saw the verdant greenery. What does it feel like, do you know?"

Isn't eighteen still young?The driver was amused by his serious tone, and while turning the steering wheel, he said, "I'm married, do you think I know?"

"It's not that kind!" Cheng Sheng leaned against the car window and sighed, and began his stream-of-consciousness description: "It's the kind, the kind that makes you paralyze when you think about it, and you're going to die or tear your heart apart a feeling of?!"

The driver couldn't laugh or cry: "It's so mysterious? Is there really such a thing?"

"Yes, but it seems that most people can't meet it. I have been very unlucky, so I probably won't meet it either."

"It's a matter of probability, but I'm not good at statistics, so I can't figure it out."

"How about I look for someone who has programmed this kind of program, and I will reproduce it and calculate my own probability?"

The driver didn't understand a word at all, and finished with a few words perfunctorily: "You intellectuals, you just like to make such nonsense, and I don't understand after you talk for a long time."

Cheng Sheng made no objection this time, he moved his head in from the window, put a denim jacket over his head to block the light, leaned his head on the back of the car seat, and slowly fell asleep.

The master glanced at him from the corner of his eye, closed the window glass, and turned on the fan in the car.

On the radio, a clear female voice came from Yuncheng's local radio station: "Yuncheng Radio and Television Station reported that there was a rare high temperature in Yuncheng today. Laid-off workers from many companies gathered in the high temperature, which seriously hindered social security..."

The truck drove on the national highway for another five hours.In the middle, Cheng Sheng was woken up by the bumpy road. He took out the old Nokia in his coat and called his grandma's house. Unexpectedly, when he got through, his grandma told him that he had been in the car for a whole day. , was so bumped that his back hurt, his back hurt, his head was dizzy, and the grievances in his heart were all over his body, he said "I'm hanging up" dully to the other side, and planned to hang up the phone.

Grandma seemed to think of something suddenly, and before Cheng Sheng hung up the phone, she interjected: "There is someone in your room today, a kid who repairs the radio for grandma, I didn't let him go back because it was too late, you come back to work with him at night Is it okay for one night?"

"No." Cheng Sheng rebuffed, and this time he really disconnected the phone.

They set off from Beijing early in the morning and arrived in Yuncheng only after it was completely dark.

Cheng Sheng handed some ten-yuan bills to the delivery man at the agreed price, and the delivery man cheerfully took the notes and stuffed them into the front pocket of his shirt, and offered to help him remove the tattered pieces from the back of the truck one by one.

"I can't move these things by myself." Cheng Sheng looked at the precious musical instruments standing on the ground with a headache, and asked the truck driver, "Can you help me move them to the door of my house? It's on the second floor."

The master was straightforward enough. He rolled up his sleeves and together with Cheng Sheng moved the drum set with the largest area into the corridor first.

The temperature was low at night, and Cheng Sheng was sweating after busy work. While fanning the wind, he took out a ten-yuan note from his jeans pocket, and without a word, he grabbed the master's breast pocket and stuffed it straight into it.

The master backed away in fright at his sudden movement, twisted the piece of paper out of his pocket with one hand, and shook his head with a smile after seeing that it was a banknote. Tip, did you learn it from foreigners?The master stuffed the banknote back into the front pocket of his clothes, waved to Cheng Sheng without saying anything, and then turned and walked towards his big truck.

After a while, Cheng Sheng heard the sound of a large car engine starting outside, accompanied by a few unknown bird calls at night, like a herd of elephants migrating in the prairie, making a rumbling sound to announce their departure in the quiet night, and drove to another place. a destination.

Cheng Sheng kicked the wall and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, how is this man so energetic? Give money back a virtue that he wants and doesn't want."

The corridor was filled with all kinds of drums and guitars, Cheng Sheng found a place to stay, and knocked on the old iron gate of grandma's house.It's already twelve o'clock at night, and grandma should have fallen asleep long ago, but he can't really stand outside overnight, complaining in his heart that the truck driver was driving too slowly, which made the old man have to open the door for him in the middle of the night, while slowing down The strength of the hand knocking on the door.

He had already completely forgotten about the kid who repaired the radio that grandma had mentioned at night, and he had no idea that his bedroom had been completely occupied by someone.

The sweat from just now had almost evaporated, and it was cold and sticky. When the draft in the corridor blew, it slithered on the body like a coiled snake spitting out a letter.Cheng Sheng shivered, and was thinking of going to find a small hotel near the train station to make ends meet for the night, when suddenly there were rustling footsteps in the room, and before Cheng Sheng could react, the iron gate in front of him closed There was a clanging sound, and then it opened with a creak.

As soon as the door was opened, the light in the room poured into the corridor like a floodgate, and Cheng Sheng's eyes, which had been immersed in the dark night for several hours, were stung almost instantly. Slowly spread out a few fingers, and opened his eyes in the gap.

That was Cheng Sheng's first glance at the repairman boy, even his face was blurred, he was only a black shadow with the light behind him, exuding a familiar smell of shower gel, just like that. Between the fingers, he ran through Cheng Sheng's eyes.Cheng Sheng's olfactory system failed almost instantly, and he felt the heart in his chest constrict violently during this numbness. He obviously couldn't see anything clearly, and his hands and feet slowly spread a fine numbness.

After his eyes got used to the light, Cheng Sheng slowly put down his hand. There was a tall and thin boy standing in front of him. Cheng Sheng couldn't see his face clearly, so he asked uncertainly, "Is this Li Shuyun's family?"

"Yes."

"I'm her grandson, and I agreed to come and live during the summer vacation."

The boy on the opposite side gave a thoughtful "oh", turned his head to look at the musical instruments lying on the floor at the door, and stepped out before Cheng Sheng could react, and carried the guitar he had left in the corridor into the room. The house is placed formally on the side of the living room.

When Cheng Sheng came to his senses, the boy had already walked in front of him, raised his chin at him, and said without any ups and downs: "The drum can't be moved in once. It will take several times. Let's try it together?"

"Ah? Oh!"

Cheng Sheng reacted for a long time before his confused brain figured out the meaning of the boy opposite. He was facing the boy in the room, pointed to the kick drum next to him, and asked him, "Move the most difficult thing in first?"

The boy obviously had no objections. He patted Cheng Sheng's baby drum first to feel the weight, and pointed his chin to direct Cheng Sheng: "You hold the bottom, I'll go through the door first, and then you go in. Follow me."

Cheng Sheng hadn't done any work at all, he obeyed his instructions, raised his hands from the bottom of the drum, and slowly moved to the living room following the rhythm of the person in front of him.

The incandescent light in the room was unbelievably bright, and it shone down on the top of the two of them. Cheng Sheng raised his head inadvertently during this gap, trying to see the appearance of the boy opposite. His eyes glanced at Cheng Sheng's face without emotion.

It was just a meaningless glance, like looking at all strangers, light and light, and quickly lowered the upper eye.

The two eyes, one curious and the other not interested, just met for a short second in the aftermath of the incandescent lamp, but in just one second, Cheng Sheng could clearly see the boy's eyebrows and eyes, one with the black smoke Flying City's handsome face is incompatible with the dark pupils. A casual glance is like a sharp needle stabbing him suddenly. Cheng Sheng's hot and dry emotions that have accumulated for a long time suddenly found an outlet, and gushed out along the needle hole pierced by this eye. come out.

He stopped, and his hands holding the drum trembled from the glare. During the day, the high temperature warning broadcast on Yuncheng Radio and Television Station was transferred from the broadcast to Cheng Sheng, and the siren with a red light flashed on him. Crazy clamor in the brain and blood vessels.