The same moonlight, different faces, the same ten years, different loneliness.

Looking up at the starry sky, Sister Moon cried, laughed, and blinked, just like the childhood of buddies, teenagers and young adults, who had seen too much vanity and exaggeration for so many years after leaving home, walking in the streets and alleys of the city to find the direction of their dreams.

The wind has blown, the sun has been exposed, the rain has been drenched, the blood has been shed, the laughter has been laughing, the crying has been successful, the failure has never given up the most childish but innocent dream in the heart when I left home.

Oh, Mom, I want to go home, come back to you, kneel at your feet, oh, Mom, I want to go home, stroke your gray hair and never let go.

The same back, different melancholy, the same ten years and different looks.

Looking up at the starry sky, Sister Moon has no direction, the stars in the sky have lost the motivation to move forward, the days away from home have endured too much pressure and confusion, and countless times in my dreams I have passed by the once familiar village, which is a place that carries and accumulates beauty.

Walking, passing by, missing life is like this, straight lines, curves, broken lines, striving to move forward, as a man dare to act.

Oh, Mom, I want to go home, to return to your arms and not be afraid.

Oh, Mom, I want to go home and tell the story of the past 10 years and don't want to sleep.

A guitar, a beam of chasing light, simple chords, and singing softly, "Brother Leehom" is like a wanderer who has left home, and like the boy next door who has returned from the girl's heart, telling this recently popular folk song "Coming Home" like a story, with the right scale, coupled with his warm voice, it always gives people a feeling of longing for their hometown.

The line in the mother's hand, the wanderer's shirt, the dense sewing before leaving, the intention of returning late, who knows the grassy heart, and the report of Sanchunhui. Yang Fan listened to this song and went home, and couldn't help but think of Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin", the biggest charm of music is that it crosses borders and races, so that when you listen to it, you can feel the joys and sorrows, joys and sorrows.

At the end of the song, there were guests in the audience who sent beer and tips, "Brother Leehom" said thank you, did not drink, adjusted the strings, and continued to sing below, four songs and four styles, from light music, singing to jazz, and the last one is an English song with FUNKY style, at this time the guests in the venue gradually increased, and the atmosphere began to become warm with the frantic distinction, and several tables of foreign guests have begun to swing their bodies with the rhythm.

At the end of the music, "Brother Leehom" picked up a bottle of beer, took out the hundred-dollar bill inserted on it, stuffed the bottle directly into his mouth for 3 seconds and drained the wine inside, and then picked up the guitar and came to a SOLO section, bowed down at the end of the song, did not say a word superfluous, waved his hand and did not take away a cloud.

Watching "Brother Leehom" end the performance in a chic manner, Yang Fan gave him a big praise in his heart, this guy is too handsome, a combination of strength and idols, don't look at the drag and two hundred and fifty eighty thousand Yes, many guests like such a personality, what does a singer do? Of course, singing, using his own singing voice to conquer the guests is the king, this guy gets a tip plus a basic salary for four songs, an income of twenty or thirty thousand, what concept, you can buy a bungalow nest in Houhai after working for two months.

Just when Yang Fan was envious and jealous, suddenly the whole venue darkened, and some of the guests present whistled and some began to scream.

"HI, good evening old and young masters, have you eaten?" or a string of fluent English wheat words, the voice is rough and sexy, Yang Fan knows that this is the opening words of the black MC brother in GT, but he looked at the mixing desk position on his left and there was no figure of this buddy, just when he was wondering, a beam of chasing light hit the bar where the fat man worked, dressed in hip-hop dress, and the MC with a necklace as thick as a dog chain hanging around his neck, stood on the bar and chattered about this wheat word, and his dark white teeth glittered under the light.

"The night gave me black eyes, but I used it to find the dawn, a space of complete self, an absolutely dynamic location, to give you the most passionate night fashion of the people of Beijing, all the good friends leave their seats, twist your body, the GT party starts now. ”

A string of authentic Chinese wheat words and a little Beijing accent, Yang Fan is very familiar with this black buddy's Chinese wheat words, turning over and over those paragraphs, although it is relatively simple but difficult this buddy, after all, Chinese is the pronunciation of biting words, which can be understood by Chinese, which is really rare.

The black brother's voice is rough and bold, and it has a metallic feeling, which is much stronger than some novices who can only "yes, yes, fuck" raw melons, and the MC drives the atmosphere to be more enthusiastic, as the saying goes, it's hard to start with things, and nightclub work is actually more like a show, the front is a foreshadowing, and the foundation is wasted before a good performance.

Lan Ziyi patted Yang Fan on the shoulder, "Idiot, let's start DJ DJing, you remember every program I released, and the program follows the DJ's style, including the tone and frustration of each song, and the priority." ”

Yang Fan listened attentively to Lan Ziyi's words, to be honest, Lan Ziyi instilled a lot of things in him today, and he couldn't become a fat man in one breath, and he really regarded himself as a second senior brother, and it became a habit to call him a nerd.

"Bang!" There was a loud bang, Yang Fan's heart and liver trembled, he usually felt that the sound was quite shocking when he danced, but he didn't have this feeling of wanting to die, Yang Fan couldn't help but cover his ears, Lan Ziyi looked at him disdainfully when he saw this, and then his mouth was small, and his fingers pointed to the top and bottom of the DJ booth.

Yang Fan looked in the direction of his finger, and there was a 4-finger single 15 reverse feed hanging in front of the DJ booth, and below was a row of double 18 subwoofers.

"Obediently rumbling hole, this is to shock people to death, I said why is the master hanging so many stereos?"

"To provide a better, more realistic soundstage and prevent DJs from running away?"

Yang Fan heard Lan Ziyi's explanation, and his little head ran quickly, running a horse? Could it be that the DJ has to draw a circle of maps when he plays a song, old driver!!

Just when Yang Fan YY was on the occasion, a girl with blond hair appeared next to him, as always, produced by GT, tall and slender, with a black chest wrap restraining the great shore who was about to break free, a smooth lower abdomen without a trace of fat, a teardrop-shaped navel navel with a teardrop-shaped navel, still with self-luminous, ultra-short black skirt, a long leg gently following the rhythm, Yang Fan looked at the leg at least 1 meter 1 long, and a pair of NIKE limited edition sneakers on his feet.

This girl's whole person exudes this kind of youthful restlessness, red and hot, in a trance! It is conceivable that the big men in the audience see these through the fiberglass, and the frequency of the beating of the little heart should increase by geometric multiples.