star chaser poem

-Fu Jing's perspective-

Since entering high school, Fu Jing has rarely been able to see Xiang Shi, after all, he seldom goes home.But even Fu Jing himself was surprised that during the days apart, he rarely thought of this friend who grew up together.

Because life is so much fun now.

Practicing the piano, visiting record stores, collecting a large number of CDs, researching various bands, and going to Titan Queen to watch performances every week... His spare time is full, and every day is full of new expectations, and he met through the same hobbies His new friends surrounded him uninterruptedly, and he never felt alone.

Most of the people who appeared in his life before were his peers in school.But now it’s different, he can talk to college students and even working people on an equal footing about the music they only know, as if his voice has been recognized by the adult world in advance.

During the summer vacation, Fu Jing started to learn electric guitar. Due to the abundant time, he could practice five or six hours a day. Calluses grew on his fingertips in almost half a month, and he no longer felt pain.

The strings of electric guitars are much thinner and softer than those of acoustic guitars, so it is relatively easy to practice.

It may be that he is relatively insensitive to pain. The so-called climbing grid is not as painful as imagined, but very boring. It is similar to learning a strange language, remembering the most basic letters like breathing, and then memorizing vocabulary , Learn grammar, and finally connect them into complete sentences.And he practiced basic skills, memorized chords, and learned fingerstyle until he could play a simple piece of music.

In the first two weeks, before the calluses had fully grown, Fu Jing always felt a slight heat on her fingertips when she practiced the piano. The annoying pain was mixed with a sweet itch, as if his fingers were about to transform into a brand new one. The organs are like insects growing hard elytra, and something is about to break out of the cocoon from the body.

·

Xiang Shi was not there, and Fu Jing didn't like to ride home alone, so she often went to the playground of the nearby medical school with her classmates to play football after school.

He had just finished changing his clothes that day, and was sitting on a bench beside the playground, chatting with his companions while changing shoes, when someone suddenly rubbed the top of his head indiscriminately, Fu Jing raised her head and fell back, the tip of her chin smoothly drawn out half arc.

"You haven't been here recently."

"I came back from a short sick leave, and I will stay with him at home." He nimbly turned his neck back to the normal angle, leaned on the back of the chair and continued: "Before you said you bought new equipment, show me later Let's see."

"Okay." The other party readily agreed, and then slyly raised the corners of his lips that were already smiling, "I can only see but not touch."

"Stingy." After complaining, he turned his back, stood up and tapped the ground with his toes, and went to the court by himself.

The classmate caught up and gestured to the person they left behind from the corner of their eyes, "Who was that redhead just now? It looks scary."

"Students here."

"Huh?" The classmate wanted to look back but didn't dare, so he had to bite the bullet and follow Fu Jing all the way forward.

After getting the can of cocoa milk by accident at Queen Titan's back door, it didn't take long before he met the man smiling with a lip nail again on the sidelines of the court.

At that time, Fu Jing was too embarrassed to say hello or pretend to be dead. On the contrary, the red-haired man walked forward frankly and said hello, "Little friend, we meet again."

He was dressed normally that day, with a backpack on his back, and he looked a little hunchbacked.It may be that the hair color is too conspicuous, and he deliberately wore a black suit. The clothes and trousers hung on him and looked empty, and the overly long sleeves were piled up on his wrists to cover a small swollen lantern.

Fu Jing was so stunned that she didn't blink her eyes, "Why are you here?"

"I'm going to class." He pointed to the teaching building in the distance, and yawned listlessly, "Did you have fun that day?"

"That day" naturally refers to the day of the live, when suddenly an embarrassing memory was awakened, Fu Jing pursed her mouth and did not speak.The red hair didn't care, and the two lip nails replaced with transparent beads were bent upwards at the same time, "There will be another show next month, waiting for you to play."

Then she waved her hand and gestured to leave, Fu Jing opened her mouth hesitantly, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped the figure from behind: "...well, I want to learn electric guitar, can you teach me how to choose it?" violin?"

Those who heard these words stopped in their tracks.Then, Fu Jing saw him raise his right hand wearing a prosthetic eye ring, and made an OK gesture in mid-air.

Since then, he has officially started learning the piano.

Since the selection of guitars and speakers are all guided by someone, the initial stage went very smoothly.In his free time, he also often went to see Moonquake's performances, and he knew that the person standing on the right side of the stage was called Ji Yin—he formed a band but didn't take the stage name, so he was called Ji Yin.

Several members of Yuezhen were students from various universities in Songshi City, and at that time he had just entered the medical school and was a freshman.

Although she hasn't been in this circle for a long time, Fu Jing can vaguely feel that Ji Yin is very powerful.

First of all, the music of Moonquake is basically written by him.It is said that other people were just planning to make a copyband(*) for fun at first, but he vetoed it outright. In Ji Yin's own words, "I just want to show off, I don't want to use my brain".In fact, Moonquake could almost be said to have been pulled up by him alone.

It is not so much the guitarist and captain of the band, as it is the boss and manager.It's the devil who whips everyone to work.

According to the meaning of Ji Yin, the leader behind the scenes, the earliest Moonquake took the dark route, but the tune sounds relatively delicate and soft, and the composition is more slender and complicated, so it is not so aggressive, but a bit more paradoxical romantic.

In addition, his lyrics are more particular, he likes to use metaphors, and he is good at thinking, so their songs as a whole reveal a psychedelic sense of sophistication, like the gorgeous poppies blooming in the dark night, once exposed to the sun, they will be like Dissipated like morning mist.

When watching performances, Fu Jing often has the illusion that his dreams have been stolen, and the thieves are rampantly standing in the spotlight, using incomplete fragments to piece together a concrete reality.

Fu Jing's ideal was crushed to powder under the pressure of external forces, but Ji Yin's performance has a complete entity.Someone incarnated into the omnipotent self he imagined, and did what he couldn't do on his behalf.

Even though Fu Jing couldn't fully understand what Yue Zhen's songs were about, at that time he was willing to stubbornly believe that those songs could represent the real him.

Ji Yin on stage carries a part of himself.

Fu Jing still remembers asking him why he wears lip nails.

The other party replied that when you are extremely depressed, you just want to use this intense method to let your body remember.The inner emotions are so strong that the physical pain seems to be an understatement.

The lip studs were worn by him himself, with a sterilized hollow needle, dipped in ointment and directly poked in. It will bleed and swell, but it doesn't hurt.

When the hard and cold metal pierces through the soft and warm flesh, the brain's perception will be abnormally clear.Sober enough that you are indifferent to this bloody look.

Fu Jing, who was in the rebellious period, thought it was cool to talk about Ji Yin.Because he dared to be different from others, but never prided himself on it.

He is himself.

·

The North Campus is a 10-minute walk from the main school of the Faculty of Medicine.Different from the newly built main school, the old campus is to the north, and most of the houses are in disrepair. Students will occasionally come to take experimental classes.

Far away from the main building, there stood a dilapidated school building alone. Because it was so old, the whole building was simply used as a club activity room.

The interior of the teaching building is covered with aging and cracked wooden floors. The sliding window frames in the corridor are also made of wood. The thick and straight window lattices divide the entire window into square squares, and even the incoming light is coated with Layers of film-like yellow color.

The roof of the building is low, exuding an old and senile appearance, and the lifeless body accommodates the lively and energetic students—they are either holding musical instruments, or holding cheerleader bouquets, or they are carrying Banners and roll-up banners passed by with laughter.

The secret base of Fu Jing and Ji Yin is hidden here.

A faded sign with a sense of age is hung on the top of the door frame of the room. The inside of the glass inlaid on the door panel is against a piece of corrugated paper, which completely covers the indoor scenery. On it is written with a marker: Musical Instrument Research Department.

In this room of more than ten square meters, apart from tables and chairs, there are posters and foam display boards for recruiting new recruits, various musical instruments and simple audio equipment. brought by the staff.

Because the building itself is very noisy, full of all kinds of students all day long, playing musical instruments here does not need to care about sound insulation at all, and can continue to make noise under the cover of noise without any scruples.

When Ji Yin was not in class, Ji Yin often appeared in the club activity room, and Fu Jing would come to him from time to time, asking for advice on how to play the piano, picking up his newly bought equipment, or watching live DVDs on the computer with other people in the research department, and sharing the latest news. Discovered bands and records.

For the sake of convenience, Fu Jing usually uses the ready-made musical instruments here to practice, while Ji Yin sits on the side and modifies his effects unit, with a table of vises, screwdrivers and wires spread out in front of him.

He is particularly keen on researching equipment, just like a child is obsessed with building blocks.The built blocks can only wait to be disassembled, but the tuned tone can be permanently worn on the body of the guitar.

During the day, Ji Yin always had low air pressure and no energy, just like a grumpy cat who couldn't wake up.When thinking about things, I will habitually use my fingers to pull the nails on my mouth, and then turn around impatiently.

"Why is it always wrong here?"

"Don't practice hard, but use your brain."

"Where's the beat? Are your ears listening?"

"Everything I told you last time fell on deaf ears."

"What the hell have you been playing since just now?"

Sharp accusations are like landmines, Fu Jing doesn't know when he is listening and when he is not listening, this kind of capricious torture makes people walk on thin ice.

And Ji Yin's requirements have always been strict.Because he is very smart, he naturally thinks that what he can do, others should also do to the same extent, so he hardly has the patience to teach Fu Jing.

Fu Jing was a thin-skinned student when he was a student. Every time he was scolded, his fragile nerves would be violently burned by the hot shame.

He couldn't bear the number of people he admired to be nothing.But on the other hand, he knew that what the other party said was all correct, and he stepped on the pain point impartially. It was nothing more than the way of expression was too direct, which was hard for people to accept.

He is more afraid of not being criticized by Ji Yin than being criticized by Ji Yin.That means there is no cure for him, and others don't even bother to mention it.

So unknowingly, he got used to measuring himself with the ruler in another person's hand, and took it as absolute.

Masochism becomes overwhelming.Later, whenever Ji Yin was practicing piano, as long as Ji Yin spoke, no matter what the content was, Fu Jing would definitely say "I'm sorry" nervously.

This habit has been maintained for many years, and many people who see them for the first time will feel that Fu Jing is not normal.

Very rarely, he would hear a gentle compliment.Although they were insignificant words, to Fu Jing's ears, they were a hundred times sweeter than honey cubes sprinkled with icing sugar.

At times like this, Ji Yin would conscientiously take him to practice the piano together, playing a section by himself, and Fu Jing followed a section.Comparing the two, it seems that the melody played by Fu Jing is even more unbearable, like a shiitake mushroom that can't bloom-it has drained all the water under the scorching sun, leaving only rigidity and stiffness.

But Ji Yin just looked at his helplessness tolerantly, like watching a clumsy child unable to pick up a beloved fudge.The usual nasty appearance was like a mask he casually put on his face.

Tasted a mouthful of sweet poison, even knowing the danger, but still unforgettable.

Fu Jing hoped that that person could always see herself in that person's eyes.In order to get his approval, Fu Jing had to work hard and work harder.

The author has something to say:

copyband: A band that reproduces the works of famous bands.