trial game

"I'm very happy." Jiang Wenzhou said softly.

What Chen least knew was that this was the first time Jiang Wenzhou had talked about his former band with people outside Luyuan Street.

The old days belonged to Luyuan Street, but even Luyuan Street has been remodeled.

"But it was really poor at that time, I mean the band earned very little." Jiang Wenzhou sighed, "No fame, and there was no performance fee and no audience when I went to perform. I moved and asked my uncle to help One is that I don’t want to rely on my family. If I ask my uncle for help, it would be meaningless for me to go back to China. The other is that everyone doesn’t want to sign a company, and they will feel that there is no freedom.”

"He Yang is the oldest and has always taken care of me. A Yuan worked many jobs, so the relationship with us was not so good. That year, it was me, He Yang and Xiaokai who spent the Chinese New Year together. We ate in the basement where we usually practiced. Hot pot, drinking and chatting, and watching the Spring Festival Gala. I drank too much that day, and finally huddled on the sofa to deal with it all night, and my neck was stiff.

"At that time, Zeng Jie told me not to use a studio that has everything, but to go to the basement to pretend to be a poor boy. But the meaning is different. Zeng Jie and I are also good friends, but really, the meaning is different." Jiang Wen Hiru held his face and covered one sore eye with his palm.

"I went home for dinner on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, and was scolded bloody by my grandfather." Jiang Wenzhou wanted to relieve his overly melancholy mood, so he changed the subject a little bit.

"Grandpa minds that you don't come home for the New Year's Eve dinner." Chen Zui smiled.

"How do you know?" Jiang Wenzhou was a little surprised.

"Because grandpa is a knife-mouthed bean curd heart, although he looks very strict, but he has always supported you, I think so." Chen Zui said.

"At that time, I asked my family not to care about my playing in the band, but my uncle asked me, what would I do if I was always so tepid? What if I never became popular?"

Chen Zui blinked, and squeezed the cup tightly with his fingers.

"Then how did you answer him?" Chen Zui spoke very slowly.

Jiang Wenzhou was silent for a while: "I told him that I can accept that I will never be popular, because this is what I like. If I have to change for utilitarian things like being popular, I would rather be a failure in the eyes of the world all the time. By."

Chen Zui's Adam's apple twitched, but he was unable to speak.

Jiang Wenzhou's eyes were red, and he covered his eyes a little discouraged.

"Everyone was there that day, no one hit me, no one judged me. My parents said they could do whatever they wanted. But they looked at my expression and made me feel that I was just someone who was protected too much by them. A house cat that has never been in a storm."

Chen Zui could almost think of the next thing. With Jiang Wenzhou's family background, there was nothing he couldn't do since he was a child. Persistence, for him, only depends on his own will.

But for many people, the premise of weighing a matter is a few taels of silver that Jiang Wenzhou never cared about since childhood.

The band's first quarrel was because of the performance fee of 300 yuan.

Because it was a concert performance, when the money was finally counted, Xiaokai found that 300 yuan was missing.

Another band was also present at the time, Xiaokai dragged the person in charge to settle accounts, that band was much more famous than them, and their drummer said impatiently: "How many people do you think came to see you specially for this performance? If we don't come, will you make a total of 300 yuan?"

Xiaokai said, "These are two different things."

The drummer choked on him: "Don't blackmail us on purpose."

"Who the hell is short of the 300 yuan?" Jiang Wenzhou was very angry at the time, and replied to him, "Do you understand labor compensation?"

"I'm too poor to admit that I still play rock and roll?" The bass player of that band also joined in, sitting on the bar table with a cigarette in his mouth, with playful eyes, obviously making fun of them.

"Xiaojie, let's go." Jiang Wenzhou was out of breath, and pulled Xiaokai out, wishing he could go to the ATM to withdraw 300 million and throw it in the faces of those two people.

Xiaokai's eyes were red, he was originally that kind of good-tempered character, just now he just held back the grievance in his heart.

"Jiang Jiang, don't be angry, I'll talk to the boss later." Xiaojie pulled Jiang Wenzhou and whispered.

"We don't want it anymore." Jiang Wenzhou was still angry, feeling aggrieved, and his expression was not very good-looking.

Xiaokai shook his head: "No, I have to come back."

"Why are you so stubborn." Jiang Wenzhou frowned, "We have no shortage..."

"It's not like this..." Xiaojie grabbed Jiang Wenzhou's arm, his voice trembling.

"Xiaokai?" Jiang Wenzhou felt that his condition was not right.

"Why are you crying? What a big deal..." Jiang Wenzhou panicked.

Xiaokai shed tears silently: "I'm sorry...Jiang Jiang, I'm sorry..."

"It's not your fault..." Jiang Wenzhou frantically took out his pocket, and the guitar pick fell to the ground.

"No... I'm leaving." Xiaokai held onto his hand tightly, "My dad is sick... I'm so angry, I can't..."

Xiaokai has some incoherent words: "My aunt... finds a job and has a lot of connections. I have to make money... My dad... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, 300 yuan can eat for many days, I still have some money ...I leave it all to you..."

Jiang Wenzhou grabbed Xiaokai's shoulder and said in a deep voice, "What's wrong with uncle? Don't worry, I can lend it to you."

"What kind of money do you have... before, you went to do odd jobs to send He Yang Gebes." Xiaojie cried more and more sadly, "I'm sorry for you, but I really..."

"I really can't hold on anymore."

Jiang Wenzhou felt his eyes were blurred, and he also choked up: "Don't say that, Xiaokai, don't..."

"I'm going to ask for the 300 yuan." Xiaojie wiped away his tears, let go of Jiang Wenzhou and was about to turn around.

Jiang Wenzhou grabbed him, and his voice became depressed: "Xiaojie, don't go, I'm not joking, I'll pay you three times the salary of the job my family found for you, or five times, if you want to pay in advance As long as it takes."

Xiaokai was stunned: "You are... what are you talking about?"

Jiang Wenzhou lowered his head, but he didn't dare to let go of his hands: "My English name is Caleb. I studied at Berklee College of Music. My mother is a pianist and my father is a businessman. The Meili Hotel next to the last performance is One of my family's businesses, I have released albums, one of which is very successful, you may have heard of it, it is called "Expose", and there are some other songs..."

Jiang Wenzhou's voice became lower and lower, he was almost out of breath, and tears fell down patter, stirring up the dust on the ground.

"Don't talk about 300 yuan, I can take out 300 million..."

"Can you...don't go?"

Xiaokai was so frightened that he couldn't say a word, Jiang Wenzhou couldn't bear the long silence, he looked up in a breakdown, but saw He Yang.

He Yang was standing there, like a sculpture, so quiet that he had been standing there since Jiang Wenzhou could remember.

In He Yang's hand, there were three crumpled red one hundred yuan notes.

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