sunk into the earth

The leaders of Yuncheng have changed a group of people, and they have made drastic reforms since they took office. They want to change this heavy industrial city into a resource-friendly city. There are signs of blue sky and white clouds everywhere in the city, with "clear water and blue sky project" printed on it. It was dismantled into a department store, and Sangang's family courtyard occupied the center of the city. During the demolition, it was nicknamed Facaiyuan. The workers who demolished the house each held a large amount of gold, and everyone had a smile on their faces.But the big chimney of the steel factory was miraculously preserved. The new leader said that the chimney was his childhood memory, and he was reluctant to tear it down, so a tall and dilapidated black chimney stood next to the gradually modernized high-rise building, which connected with the whole city. out of place.

Zhang Chen’s home was demolished into six suites, three local ones in Yuncheng, three later bought in Beijing, and a recording studio outside the Sixth Ring Road. From there, driving southeast all the way to Langfang, Hebei.

Haiyan asked him: "You only have one person, why did you buy six suites, can you live here?"

Zhang Chen said: "I only live in one set, and the other five sets are for viewing."

Zhang Chen also said: "A long time ago, I had a friend who lived in a courtyard house and went to the best school since he was a child. Later, I stopped contacting him, but if he studied for a master's degree, he must have attended the best school. "

Haiyan said that she didn't expect you to have such a friend, Zhang Chen said it was an accident, the only accident in his life.

Haiyan asked him again: "Then do you like accidents?"

Zhang Chen thought for a while and said, "I hate him very much because I hold grudges and remember every word he said, no matter good or bad, serious or joking."

Haiyan was astonished, startled and shouted: "It's the first time I heard you say you hate others, then you must like him too!"

Zhang Chen's first job was a Java engineer, working in Haidian, with a monthly salary of [-], and [-] in the second year. The company opened a Beijing account for him. Zhang Chen was not at all happy when he changed his account. Surrounded by feelings, he would not be ashamed of such a thing, but Cheng Sheng kept reflecting him like a mirror. Zhang Chen walked out of the police station and looked at the sky. The sky said to him: "Good performance, I will give you one."

Sometimes in Zhang Chenlu's high school, he would inexplicably have an absurd impulse to buy a school uniform of their school, and hang it in the closet to watch without doing anything.

Zhang Chen is obsessed with watching, his recording studio is full of musical instruments in addition to the full set of equipment, and some musical instruments that he is obviously not good at have to be bought and stuffed into the recording studio.In order to buy a piano, multi-track machine, master tape machine, and monitor speakers, he sold a suite in Sanhuan, but in fact Zhang Shen played the piano very badly, because he only came into contact with this instrument that needs to be practiced since he was a child, just like Cheng Sheng. People who have been pushed in front of the piano by their parents since they were three years old are far from comparable.

Speaking of Cheng Sheng, Zhang Chen became confused. He had completely forgotten Cheng Sheng's face. He only vaguely remembered that Cheng Sheng was probably a very thin and sharp boy with no flesh on his waist. It's like touching a bone.Speaking of bones, his bones were not in good condition. He was beaten into fractures by Cheng Sheng, and because he had no money, he had been dragging his feet until he was cured. After healed slowly, his roots had fallen, and he would experience labor pains when it rained.

Therefore, he hated Cheng Sheng, not only because of this incident, but also because of many things that tormented him repeatedly in his later painful life. It is almost the best middle school in all of China; for example, when he was mad, he said to his mother, "How can you give him a future with your family being so dilapidated?" How lofty and high-spirited, the ups and downs of his sharp tone when he said this sentence will always be in Zhang Chen's mind every night In the cycle, Zhang Chen really wanted to ask this person: You think this is broken, but it is the home I grew up in, is it embarrassing?For another example, Cheng Sheng told him that Lao Cheng took office somewhere, but Zhang Chen realized that when the leader of Yuncheng was dismissed and was found to have bribed hundreds of millions of yuan, how could an official have money? The demolition households, Lao Cheng is rich because he is a vampire, the leader of Yuncheng sucks the blood of Yuncheng, people like Lao Cheng suck the blood of countless Yuncheng.

But Cheng Sheng is not like a vampire. Although he has enjoyed all the bonuses since he was born, he will put on the most pitiful expression in the world. He was very thin, and his clothes gave off an empty feeling, as if Zhang Chen was the one who sucked his blood.

Zhang Chen hated himself even more because he let Cheng Sheng stay in his body.Occasionally, Zhang Chen would feel that some of his actions were very sound, such as piercing his nose and ears, such as tattooing things on his skin, such as playing rock and roll out of nowhere, he didn't know whether Cheng Sheng aroused some potential in his body or pure Leave your idiosyncrasies to him.

On the way back to the recording studio, Zhang Chen kept thinking about Cheng Sheng. He seemed to be a completely different person. At least in appearance, he was a stable adult, but he would show his feet when he spoke, and his fingers trembled when he was talking about business. On the way back twice, he pretended to be crazy and wanted to have a one-night stand with him, maybe a one-night stand.Zhang Chen wanted to drive him out, but at the same time wanted him to stay by his side forever.

He struggled in society, became approachable to strangers, and finally did not take any tough measures, but just rejected him in a roundabout way.

Zhang Chen looked at his gradually disappointed face, and wanted to say: Can we pretend that we don't know each other?I left all the good things in the last week of the summer vacation ten years ago. I don’t want to destroy that feeling. I don’t want to be touched by the crazy things you say about love. I’ve had enough of heavy things. Give music, be free forever, live in the wind forever.

After returning to the recording studio, Zhang Chen took a shower and lay down on the workbench in his pajamas to deal with the demo that he hadn’t been satisfied with. He made three versions, but felt that one version was worse than the last. After doing it, he completely forgot about this song. What is the song trying to express.

It wasn't until the middle of the night that Zhang Chen hurriedly finished work and was about to go to bed, but he was woken up by the alarm clock within three hours of his body touching the bed. It was broad daylight outside, so he got up and made two cups of black coffee. After drinking on an empty stomach, he went to the kitchen to fry a slice Bread and poached eggs are served for breakfast.

Today is Zhang Chen's last day in the original company. He went to the company early to check in to finish the last part of the work.The two interns he brought in the company were reluctant to part with him. They looked at his back packing up at the workstation and said, "Mr. Zhang, if you leave the whole company, no one will take the interns on business trips at public expense. We will think about it." your."

Zhang Chen has been working in a technical position for the past few years. Even though he later switched to a non-technical position in order to save time for music, colleagues around him still habitually call him Mr. Zhang.He cleaned up his workstation carefully, and said to the two interns who had been with him for half a year: "I think I can come to Bli to watch our performance on Saturday, and I'll treat you to a drink."

The two people in the back smiled embarrassedly: "I go to watch it occasionally, but your songs are too small to be appreciated, and my brain hurts after listening too much."

When they first came to the company, they accidentally discovered that their boss had a band, and they sneaked away to watch a performance at a music festival during the weekend. In the dazzling light, they saw their boss on stage using music to vent their overflowing emotions, and went out with the bassist. The auditorium sprinkled water and threw microphones, and at the end, two guitar strings were broken. I was too scared to go to their performances again.

Afterwards, most people in the company knew that Zhang Gong had a band, and he was good at guitar, bass, and keyboard. The two interns guessed that their boss must have been pampered since they were young. How can ordinary people afford so many musical instruments?

Zhang Chen occasionally heard a few rumors about himself, but he smiled and never explained.

At lunch, my colleagues ordered fried noodles together, but Zhang Chen loved to eat junk food, so he went to the company rooftop alone with a box of fried chicken.He leaned on the railing of the roof and looked into the distance. The tall buildings were piled up one after another, as if they were going to crush the whole city and smash the sky.Zhang Chen thought of the railing he had climbed over, the small town in his hometown he didn’t know how many lines, he often walked across the old bridge east of the railway station, but he stood there and just wanted to jump down, because at that time all he could see was black eyes, Black smoke and fog, powdery dry and choking black air.He looked at the majestic buildings in this first-tier city, rising from the ground like a world, and felt that there was his blood in them, the blood of many people.

In the evening, my colleagues held a farewell party for him. In fact, it was all Zhang Chen’s treat. Several female colleagues refused to say that they wanted to lose weight. I haven't eaten hot pot anymore, it doesn't matter if I eat it once in a while.

Colleagues at the dinner table asked about where they would go after resigning. Zhang Chen said that he was a startup company. The others stopped their chopsticks in shock. ?”

Zhang Chen said: "Reliable, the founder is very capable, and he came back from Google's resignation."

Others said "that's good" for a while, and then stopped talking about work and concentrated on fishing mutton from red oil.The dinner was over, and Zhang Chen's first career after graduate school came to an end. He drank a lot today and was a little tipsy. He turned on his phone and sent Cheng Sheng a text message: I will go to your company with the entry materials on Friday morning.

But there was no reply for a long time.Zhang Chen didn't care, and took a taxi back to his recording studio. The taxi driver listened to him give the road name, "drink" and said: "This is going to Hebei."

Zhang Chen leaned on the back seat, opened the car window to the maximum, he didn't care about the blowing of his hair in the wind, and hummed the album written nine years ago in a low voice against the night wind, which was said by Cheng Sheng to be the only album with human touch .

The car stopped at the door of his recording studio, Zhang Chen paid to get out of the car, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he saw a familiar black car with the brand of Jing A in the distance.Dazed, he went closer to look, and found a person squatting beside the tire of the black car. The shadow was completely immersed in the night, but he knew who this person was only by looking at the outlines that were not very clear.

Hearing movement behind him, the person squatting on the ground slowly straightened up, handed the document bag that he had held in his arms for several hours to Zhang Chen, and tried to speak in a business-like tone: "I'm here to send you the materials. Familiarize yourself with the business first."

Zhang Chen was a little dizzy, and stroked his blown hair on his forehead with his hand and asked him, "How do you know the address of my recording studio?"

"How else do you know? Ask Lao Qin."

Zhang Chen nodded, looked at the man in front of him from top to bottom, and found that he had changed into a youthful attire, and there was a red mark on the skin under the neckline, which was probably taken by the mosquitoes in the wilderness as a snack.Zhang Chen hates this kind of dilemma the most, but there is nothing he can do about it. After glancing at the watch on his wrist, he said to the person in front: "It's almost two o'clock in the morning. If you go back now, you probably won't be able to go to work tomorrow. Today You sleep in my bedroom, I read the materials you brought in the studio, and sleep on the sofa in the studio after the end, you sleep peacefully and don't worry about me."