Follow the sound and follow the way

BGM of this chapter: Chopin Piano Concerto No. 1 in e minor (Frédéric Chopin-The Piano Concerto No.11 in Eminor), Op.[-]

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Mu Kang and Guan Xiao arrived at the entrance of the theater on time at [-]:[-].The open space in front of the concert has always been the official and unofficial default fixed social place. Mu Kang and Guan Xiao are also considered prominent figures. As soon as they walked into the crowd, they began to nod to the "I don't know who it is" reflexively Smiling and greeting, although I can't remember the name of the other party, it looks as if we have just had a drink together.

Zhang Yusheng put on a benevolent and kind-hearted leadership style, and was surrounded by a group of young people like stars holding the moon.Mu Kang and Guan Xiao saw it from a long distance, and quickly moved out of Boss Zhang's sight in a tacit understanding.

Guan Xiao said unhappily: "It is obvious that he infringed the rights first, what are we hiding?"

Mu Kang: "Do you think he will admit it?"

Guan Xiao muffled: "No."

"That's it." Mu Kang said quite far-sightedly, "What if he came over and said shamelessly, 'Thank you, thanks to you, let's have dinner together when we have time'?"

"It's disgusting." Guan Xiao scolded, "I can't fucking say it's bad."

"So let's hide." Mu Kang concluded, raising his chin to signal Guan Xiao, "Look, your sister and Second Spring."

Guan Xiao: "What is the second spring... oh, it's Xia Shu."

Under the night, Guan Xiaoxiao was as stunningly glamorous as ever. Although her male companion Xia Shu could only be considered decent in appearance, he was tall and slender, with a calm and confident temperament. The two of them were a perfect match when standing together.

It's much better than the Mu scum who is always absent-minded when they are in love.

Even when a beauty appears, she always attracts veiled glances of admiration or envy.It's a pity that the three men who accompanied her, one is a confident principal, the other is a brother who hates each other, and the other is a heartless scum, who don't even bother to comprehend the small appearance. Beautiful as a flower.

The three men stood beside the trash can, enjoying their last cigarette before the end of the performance. Guan Xiaoxiao looked around for a while, and suddenly said, "Zhang Yusheng is there."

Guan Xiao reminded: "Don't go there."

"I know, I'm not stupid." Guan Xiaoxiao glanced at Mu Kang who was in a daze on the ground, and said seriously, "This matter is not over yet."

Mu Kang didn't look at her, and said casually, "Well, you can do whatever you want."

"Little Xiao told me for two full hours the day before yesterday." Xia Shu teased, "Master Mu, I thought you were already very coquettish now, but I didn't expect you to be even more coquettish."

After taking his last puff of cigarette, Mu Kang slammed the cigarette end into the ashtray and smiled: "I used to be young and ignorant, and Director Xia laughed at me."

The National Symphony Orchestra is best at playing Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich, and the trumpet player Lu Xifeng loves to show off. These two composers are very suitable for him.In the first half, the Chai Yi Steel Association could only play so-so, even if it was to put it mildly. Mu Kang was so drowsy when he heard it. It was not until Chai Wu started that he was awakened by the huge sound of the brass pipe.

After the concert, the four members of "Schoenberg Sai Gao" finally gathered at the back door except Li Chongyuan.Mu Kang mockingly asked Lu Xifeng, "Can you reach the boiling point alive?"

Guan Xiao echoed, "I also have deep doubts."

Lu Xifeng was really tired after being excited for the whole Chai Wu's chicken blood. However, this kind of truth can't be said nonsense. He pretended to sneer, facing the road and said, "Why are you walking there? Don't you want to take a taxi?" ?”

"Take a taxi." Qiu Liming put out the cigarette butt, and said, "You're carrying a musical instrument, don't walk."

Holding the phone number box, Lu Xifeng said calmly, "Yes, there are musical instruments."

It was just after ten o'clock when we took a taxi to the boiling point, the bar street was full of people, and the music from the power amplifier was loud.The flower girl stopped Mu Kang and his party without any insight, and asked loudly, "Want to buy flowers? Handsome guy, why don't you buy some flowers?"

The No. [-] single, Lu Xifeng, declined sadly, "I won't buy it."

Mu Kang, the number two single dog, said kindly, "Give me one."

Everyone is not surprised, Mu Kang's habit of loving flowers is exactly the same as Mrs. Mu's, the older he is, the more he likes to buy flowers.However, it has no practical value at all. This product is only bought, but never brought home, let alone planted on the balcony.

Handsome men and beautiful women stood at the door of each store and solicited customers hoarsely, taking advantage of the blue neon lights in the corner to illuminate the word "boiling point" even more lonely.

However, when you open the door and enter, you will find that this seemingly inconspicuous bar has surprisingly good business.

When and what month Boiling Point opened has always been an unsolved mystery.In Mukang's memory, this jazz bar has existed since the day he started drinking.From then on, time flies by, the boy who is loved by everyone has grown into a scum that everyone hates, life has ups and downs, but the boiling point is still the boiling point, and the band is still the same two bands.

Although the waiter seemed new.

The new waiter brother was buried in cleaning the table, when he looked up and saw a few men dressed like dogs coming in, two of them were carrying musical instruments, and immediately mistook them for the band that was performing.

The little brother secretly praised his wit, and continued to wipe the table diligently. After two minutes of cleaning, he was slapped on the back of the head by the foreman.

The little brother held the back of his head and looked at the foreman aggrievedly, thinking that I obviously wiped very carefully?

The foreman gritted his teeth and said, "You are new here, how dare you pretend not to see the guests coming in?"

The little brother refused: "I have been staring at the door, there are no guests."

The foreman pointed to Mu Kang's group who had already taken their seats, and said with a sneer, "No guests?"

Brother: "Aren't they the band that came to perform..."

The foreman was almost dumbfounded by the newcomer: "Are you blind or deaf? Can't you see such a big band standing on the stage? Can't you hear it with such a loud voice?"

Bro:"……"

Foreman: "Why do you need so many performance bands in the store? Battle? Freestyle?"

It seemed to make sense, the little brother finally realized his mistake, and quickly said, "I'm sorry."

"These four are old customers, especially the old ones." The foreman told the little brother, pointing out the people one by one to introduce to the little brother, "You must remember their personalities, they are the violin performances of the faces of passers-by. a trumpet player with a retarded face, a professor of music school with an honest face, and a handsome guy with an indifferent face.”

The younger brother's service quality is still very high, and he immediately said seriously that he remembered it, and then asked curiously: "Why do the first three people have occupations, but the last one has no indifferent face?"

"The boss said so, and I don't know." The foreman shrugged, patted the newcomer and urged, "Quick, go get the wine."

The little brother wondered: "What wine is served? They haven't ordered it yet?"

Foreman: "Four Manhattans, go talk to the bar."

This group of people came to drink, and Manhattan is the first round of the opening. The taste of the bartending is not chaotic, and it will not interfere with the thoughts of tasting music.Boiling Point's resident jazz band is a master of improvisation. It has been performing for more than ten years, and it still brings new attitudes and new stories every night.There is no possibility of Jiang Lang's exhaustion, after all, life is endless and stories are endless.

This is why everyone only comes to the boiling point for drinking, because there will always be deep but brand new good music that directly talks to the years.

The lights in the bar were dim, and the three most dazzling spotlights scattered towards the stage.The band had just finished venting a wave of climax, leaving the bass and drums laying out the rhythm in a low voice. The trumpet player walked to the edge of the stage to drink water, waved to the four of Mukang, and stepped on the sound of the bass plucking strings. He walked back to the microphone thoughtfully.

The members of the jazz band are very familiar with everyone, so there is no need to come over hypocritically, "Oh, I haven't seen you for a long time, I have a date for dinner."

Qiu Liming took a sip of wine and asked Mu Kang, "How is the piano today?"

Mu Kang put the flowers in a vase on the table, raised his wine glass and said, "It's not very good."

Qiu Liming: "I think so too, I don't know how I won the award."

Professor Guan, an insider, said: "He is the only prize for playing Chopin."

Lu Xifeng asked in confusion: "Then why do you want to play Chai Yi?"

"It's been decided before the planning, this one has to be dedicated to playing Lao Chai." Qiu Liming paused, then said in a deep voice, "It seems that Zhang Yusheng sponsored it."

Mu Kang didn't answer.

The band on the stage entered a new round of succession and transition, and the trumpet player blew a few intermittent sighs of emotion, slowly brewing from the bass, and pulled out a mournful confession like introspection.

A jazz trumpet monologue in a bar at midnight, as helpless as... the hurt and tears in Lin Yan's eyes that night.

The heat of the cocktail passed through his throat. Guan Xiao was encouraged by the heat of the whiskey and the memory of the music. After hesitating for a while, he said, "Mu Kang, "The Trapped Spirit" is not only your work, but also Lin Zhi's hard work."

When Lu Xifeng's wine glass nearly spilled, Qiu Liming coughed cowardly, and secretly looked at Guan Xiao.

Professor Guan looked as usual, as if he didn't realize that he had just said the silence.

The violinist and trumpet player were so frightened by Professor Guan's unreasonable playing of cards that they didn't dare to speak out. Who knew that Mu Kang didn't get angry this time, but just stared at Guan Xiao for a long time in silence.

Finally, Mu Kang swallowed the wine in his mouth and said seriously: "You are right."

Qiu Liming: "..."

Lu Xifeng kept winking at Guan Xiao: What's going on?

It was the first time that Mu scumbag had such a good attitude, Qiu Liming and Lu Xifeng couldn't help becoming suspicious, maybe there was something wrong with the stupid Mu's brain or some part of his body?

The two performers were tense for a long time, and finally made it through until Mu Kang went to the bathroom on the way. Lu Xifeng directly reached out and touched Guan Xiao's face: "Isn't it really that you are pretending to be? You are back?"

Guan Xiao said coldly, "Get lost."

Qiu Liming guessed: "Did the lord lower his head on you from a distance?"

"When I was having dinner with the idiot Mu, he said it." Guan Xiao explained, "'Lin Yan', he said it first."

Both Lu Xifeng and Qiu Liming were stunned, and the three of them were silent, exchanging puzzled eyes.

"So he is..." Qiu Liming said hesitantly, "Let it go?"

"What do you mean letting go?" Guan Xiao said in a low voice, "Lin Zhi doesn't owe him anything."

Until the protagonist came back from the toilet, the three of them hadn't sorted out their earth-shattering views, and they all looked at Mu Kang with a serious expression of "Are you terminally ill?"

Mu Kang sat down casually: "What's wrong?"

He has a handsome and indifferent face, but he is naturally unrestrained in his mannerisms, and he always exudes a scum smell that is confused and attracts bees and butterflies.Qiu Liming looked at it for a long time and still couldn't see the clue, so he looked away and clicked: "You drink too fast."

Mu Kang ignored him, raised his head and drank the last sip of wine in the glass, snapped his fingers to the new brother, "Manhattan."

The other three hadn't finished their first glass yet, but Mu Kang had already drank two Manhattans in a hurry. He held the glasses boldly, with stubborn eyes, as if he was fighting for wine with someone who didn't exist.

The unyielding energy in Mu Kang's eyes dissipated until the alcohol got on his mind, distracted his reason, and ignited his emotions.

Dispersed into a kind of focused tenderness flowing.

He relaxed and half-lyed on the sofa, holding a third cup of Manhattan in his left hand, and a mobile phone in his right hand, skillfully clicking on Li Chongyuan's circle of friends.

The other three looked at each other: it's started.

"Actually, I've always had an idea..." Lu Xifeng said with a smirk, "Record his stupid appearance, and if he dares to talk nonsense in the future, I will make the video public."

Both Guan Xiao and Qiu Liming were overwhelmed by this brilliant idea.

"Talent." Guan Xiao admired.

"Not yet?" Qiu Liming said impatiently.

Lu Xifeng decisively took out his mobile phone and turned on the camera. The light in the bar was not good, and the camera focused for a while before capturing the man on the sofa.

The video recording started, and the red dots on the screen of the mobile phone flickered, blending with the lights.

The picture moved forward, Mu Kang's drunken face was unknowingly pulled into the camera, Lu Xifeng asked: "Mu Kang?"

The person in the camera said unconsciously; "Huh?"

Lu Xifeng: "What are you doing?"

Mu Kang didn't speak, just shook his head.

The photographer zoomed in on the camera: "Who are you looking at?"

Mu Kang still didn't speak, just stared at the phone silently, a slight smile gradually appeared in his dark and indifferent eyes all year round, he didn't give the sky or the earth, he didn't give the camera or others.

Only for the unparalleled in the world.

Lu Xifeng also drank a lot, the wine strengthened his courage, and felt that Mu Kang was unusual tonight, so he blurted out: "Are you looking at Lin Yan?"

The drunkenness in Mu Kang's pupils suddenly melted, and the three onlookers stared at the mobile phone. The camera magnified the fine details in the protagonist's eyes, and also magnified the tense emotions in them.

The trumpet is idle and lazy, the lights are ambiguous and dim, and everything is perfectly rendered into a romantic love poem.The person in the center of the camera nodded slightly and said softly, "Yes."

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Chopin One: Chopin's First Piano Concerto in e Minor (Frédéric Chopin-The Piano Concerto No.1inEminor), Op.11, written in 1830.

Damn it, Lin Sansui didn't make an appearance yet, it's so urgent.