Journey to the Stars

The moment Xingyi woke up from the bed at night, Xingyi's palms were cold, just like the warmth brought to him by this icy home.

The sound of parents quarreling came from outside the room. Countless long nights, endless roars, the sound of things falling to the ground, and cries mixed with despair, filled Xingyi's childhood like a nightmare...

When Xing Yi was six years old, his father's company was forced to close down and liquidate because of financial investment and most of its assets were taken away by scammers.Faced with the endless stream of debt collectors, the mother's temper became more and more irritable day by day, transforming herself into a tough and pungent woman.My mother couldn't let go of the mistakes my father made, and always smashed the things in the house during quarrels. He was so frightened that he hid in the big wardrobe in the room at a young age, closed the door tightly, and covered his ears on both sides. Hot tears oozed from the sockets.

In order to save his parents from frowning, Xingyi secretly participated in a children's talent competition in a children's palace, practicing singing desperately.On the afternoon when he won the first prize certificate, he rushed home like a cheerful deer, hoping that his parents would show their long-lost smile after seeing his efforts.However, when he handed the certificate to his parents, they also spread out two small red books on the tea table.

farewell so long

so cold in the dream

If you only live once from scratch

Greed is also for self-redemption

so hard to cry

so hard to regret

how many ties to let go

just change back once

This is an original song from an independent singer that my mother likes to hum most. At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of the song.He was just curious why people always choose to abandon if they want to pursue?Not long after the divorce, the mother dated an overseas Chinese, and the man hoped to settle abroad with her.I remember the day my mother left, Xingyi ran to her mother's house and cried.

Mother didn't look back, and only left a sentence:

"Don't just focus on playing music, be more practical. Poor and humble families are never qualified to talk about happiness."

The parting is so long, the dream is so cold

In the few years after my mother left, my father lived like a walking dead, locked in the room all day long with hangovers, and wine bottles all over the floor were ping-pong.Xingyi not only has to learn to take care of himself, but also takes care of his father who is a chronic alcoholic.It wasn't until his father had liver problems that he was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. After a lot of tossing, although the father recovered from the serious illness was extremely haggard, his eyes finally regained a faint vitality.

Xingyi knew that his father was ashamed to face the gossip in the small town.

The locals in the county where he lives like to call it Xiaocheng.Since the family broke down, all relatives and friends have been scattered, and in this small town with a pitifully small area, I can feel the warmth and coldness of human beings all over the place.In the school class, there are also many people poking their backs, as if no one knows their family's experience better than him.

At first Xingyi would care about it, but gradually he learned to look down on him. He is by no means a vulnerable "Maginot Line of Defense".

no one is afraid;

a person is also free;

One withdraws from the turmoil;

Even though there is nothing behind and nothing in front of you.

Putting on earphones and a peaked cap, walking alone on campus is his only image.

How many ties do you have to let go in exchange for one setback

After entering high school, Xingyi chose to leave school.My father also cheered up and went to work in other places, returning less than a few times a month.Therefore, after school every day, Xingyi does not need to rush back to his empty home.He is used to pushing his bicycle to wander aimlessly along a remote path, watching the gorgeous clouds float slowly in the sky, slowly fading away the dusks one by one.

There will be a pedestrian bridge on the way, and every once in a while a train will pass by the long rails under the bridge, making a chaotic noise like whimpering, which disturbs the migratory birds who are alone.

Looking at the endless track, Xingyi always hopes in his heart: one day, he can break free from all shackles, take a non-stop train, and then start a new journey of life...

As we walked, it was already dusk, and the first star in the sky hung alone.Xingyi turned the car around, he would go to a place occasionally.On a street near the outskirts of the small town, there is a little-known underground air-raid shelter - "Band Village".

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To be precise, Band Village is not a village, but a tribe.There are more than a dozen underground bands and many spontaneously gathered music lovers stationed here for a long time. They use the underground air-raid shelter as a LiveHouse for daily practice, and it is also a witness to the rise of underground culture in the small town.

The total area of ​​this underground tribe is only a few hundred square meters, but it can be converted into a small stage and seven rehearsal rooms.Because the location is too hidden, the surrounding grassland is still covered with knee-high wild grasses and wild flowers. Later, an arrow sign of "Band Village" was erected at the entrance.Every night, the person in charge will stand at the entrance to distribute masks. When entering Band Village, you must abide by the rules inside. In addition to wearing a mask, there are the following points:

1. Smoking and all contraband are prohibited;

2. Pets are not allowed;

3. It is forbidden to resolve personal grievances (it is said that the purpose of the mask is to minimize the chance for everyone to know each other);

4. Close the door on time at 11 o'clock in the middle of the night, no more music practice.

When pushing open the gray and white stone door inlaid with axles in the air-raid shelter, everyone thought they had come to a different world.In the past, the air-raid shelter was only used as a temporary shelter, so the air that greeted us was mixed with a turbid and stagnant damp smell, which was a bit unpleasant at first.The walls of the aisle are also putty lime, rough and old industrial style.But the "villagers" love this place very much. Some people painted all kinds of amazing graffiti on the walls ingeniously, and some people cleaned it like a home, and even moved in the most treasured items in their own homes.

As soon as the music on the small stage rang, everyone's souls seemed to be free from their bodies, swaying and dancing unscrupulously.

Most people here are not full-time musicians, and even have a decent job on weekdays. Engineers, doctors, designers, teaching staff, entrepreneurial bosses, etc. are all kinds of people.In short, whether you are a white-collar elite, a school student or a down-to-earth child, whether you wear a tie or wear gaudy and weird makeup, whether you comb your hair black and shiny or talk with dirty words, they will take off your inner heart after night falls. "Mask", plug in the power, tune the instrument, don't care about what others think, and be another self for a few hours.

Xingyi likes to stay in the corner, quietly listening to the unique music here.There are no gorgeous sets, no flowing lighting, no precise arrangement, and no one to control, but the singer spares no effort to sing softly and sing loudly at times, even in the end, the guitar, bass and drums are confused as if they have lost their rhythm Manic, the lyrics turned into a desolate chanting, but this selfless expression is the most real and shocking.

The joyous people played Pogo in the audience, jumping and bumping into each other, with their mouths half-opened, their bodies pressed together intimately, and their faces excited.

And the person who pushed the atmosphere of the night to the climax was none other than Yan Hai who always wore black clothes.

Yan Hai usually only shows up once a week. He possesses extraordinary playing skills and thinking, and is especially good at playing gothic metal. With his deep and intoxicating voice and strong singing explosive power, the audience is about to shake their heads.

However, one day, he and Xingyi were forced to violate the rules of Band Village.

In a narrow space like an air-raid shelter, any sound can be easily amplified countless times.In addition, Xingyi's ears were always more sensitive than others. When everyone was still immersed in the loud music, Xingyi could already distinguish the engine sounds of several heavy locomotives coming from outside.

Soon, the first person to rush in was a boy with acne all over his face, yelling for help.

The person he was looking for was Yan Hai.

Maybe it's because of Yan Hai's outstanding appearance and body proportions, tall and tall, with broad shoulders and straight legs, and the iconic tight-fitting black jacket. The boy recognized him immediately and threw himself at his feet like a "life-saving straw" like.

After a while, several ferocious strong men rushed in and quickly pushed the boy to the ground and beat him severely. The people present couldn't bear to see his painful expression.

The leader of the strong man is fat and big-eared. If someone wants to stand up and stop him, he warns: "If you don't think it's too long, you'd better stop meddling with rats, or you will bear the consequences!"

"What if I want to take care of it?"

The crisp voice reverberated in the air-raid shelter, with a neat closing gesture, Yan Hai was doing an elegant silence on the guitar strings.

"Brother Hai...help me...!"

"Hmph, this guy took my..." The head of the brawny man looked annoyed, his face was turning green with anger.

"No matter what happens to you, this place declares that it is not allowed to resolve personal grievances. As long as Zhuang Jie stays here for a day, no one can touch him!"

His tone was as cold as a knife, unconsciously giving people a sense of oppression.

"Your surname is Yan, don't go crazy just because you are Wei Qi." The head of the strong man couldn't express his depression, "No matter what, there must be an explanation tonight!"

Knowing that this group of people would never give up, Yan Hai glanced at Xing Yi who was closest to him, handed him his electric guitar, and asked him to keep it in a low voice.Xing Yi took it after a little hesitation, but he couldn't see the expression under the mask.

"Brother Hai, be careful!"

Before Zhuang Jie finished speaking, the leader of the strong man quickly launched a sneak attack.His fingers were covered with knuckles, this sharp weapon for fighting was extremely sharp, and a long and deep gash was drawn on Yan Hai's left arm, and bright red blood oozed out from the sleeve.

Yan Hai took off his mask and coat, his outline was cold and intimidating, and his sharp facial features were tense.Several strong men also attacked together, Yan Hai was not to be outdone, his boxing was full of strength like a wild leopard, and he did not gain the upper hand in the slightest.With an unremarkable punch, they heard the sound of their shoulder joints dislocating.

Soon, the head of the strong man was flattened to the ground, so he clenched his knuckles tightly, and took a few steps to take advantage of his unpreparedness and rushed over.

In a critical moment, Xing Yi picked up the electric guitar in his hand and swung it away. The head of the strong man fell to the ground after his back was shattered.The treacherous villain scolded angrily: "Fucking bastard, what kind of bastard with parents and no mother taught me to ruin my good deeds?"

Born with parents...no mother taught...

Xing Yi felt the blood vessels twitching on his temple, and saw him raise the electric guitar high up in front of everyone, aiming at the man's head and smashing it hard...

The people present seemed to be painted with a sealing circle, and they couldn't stop moving.

In the end, Yan Hai pulled the head of the strong man from behind in time.If this hit is real, anyone will at least have to confess half-life here!He didn't want to make things worse, the electric guitar slipped in front of the strong man just half an inch away, and then hit the concrete floor and shattered, and the debris scattered all over the place.

The strong men who took a long time to react all escaped as quickly as possible.

"Want to leave?" Yan Hai grabbed the corner of the strong man's leader's clothes, stared into his eyes and asked word by word who had parents or mothers?

"Listen, his name is Qian Xingyi, remember his name for me! I'm covered!"

The author has something to say: Remarks——

[Pogo]: The word Pogo should come from extreme sports, referring to vertical jumping in place.Different types of music have different forms of pogo.Under normal circumstances, in Pogo, people bump into each other with their bodies in harmony with the music in a friendly and safe manner at rock performances, so as to express the most primitive enthusiasm and enhance the atmosphere.