Although Zhang Xun and his family were already familiar with the route from downtown Yangcheng to the new industrial park, this time they were traveling slower than ever, mainly because there were equipment on the car, and the road conditions were so bad that they were worried that the bumps on the road would damage the instruments and equipment.

Everyone set off early in the morning and did not arrive at the new industrial park until noon. They prepared very well this time, instant noodles, self-heating rice, pickles, sausages and other things, not only for lunch, but also enough for dinner.

After eating something casually to fill their stomachs, everyone got busy, regardless of their identity.

The two security guards at the gate of the factory stood at the door and watched this way, both confused.

"What new tricks are they playing? I really don't understand, why are they pestering the little boss of the installation team in the production workshop every day. Are you so idle to be a star now?"

"Don't you see that they still have cameras, maybe they are filming some entertainment program that randomly interviews low-level workers, you think, that little boss's temper is so stinky, how can it follow them? ”

"Yo Yo Yo!

The two security guards saw that the box truck looked like a Transformer, and the large container bloomed like a flower, revealing the small stage inside, as well as various musical instruments, microphone stands, mixers and speakers on the stage, and many other special equipment for the performance, one of the box boards stood tall and was decorated with colorful lights, which looked quite gorgeous.

"Is there a show? It's in this place, should we take care of it?"

"What's the matter, it's so far away from the gate, as long as you don't enter the factory, no matter how they toss, let's just watch the excitement." I haven't seen a star show up close. ”

The two security guards were disappointed, and when the stage was all adjusted, it was not Friday who started the show, but two people they had never seen before, and no one sang, and the music played was so noisy that it hurt people's eardrums.

"It's too noisy, don't you really care?"

"What are you talking about? I can't hear you!"

"I said, don't care!"

"What? You say I'm short?"

"Uh...... I didn't say anything. ”

"What the hell do you say?"

“……”

Luo Xiao and Zhang Taoguang are in charge of the guitar and the drums, and there is a program (accompaniment) in the speaker, which loops the songs of the night monster back then, evoking many memories of Liu Jingxin and others.

I think that when they listened to the music of the night monster, Friday had not yet been established, and they were still scattered all over the world, who would have thought that one day they would gather in Kyoto and taste the sweets and sours together?

In such a very rough performance environment, hearing these songs again, even if there is no lead singer, some are just very restless and rhythmic music, but it still makes Liu Jingxin and them enjoy listening to it very much, and they can't help but sing along, holding the metal salute and dancing hard.

It was lunch break, and many people were attracted by the sound of music and slowly gathered over. Not only the workers of the factory where Tang Baoyu worked, but also workers from several nearby construction sites also surrounded them.

The workers didn't usually have much entertainment, whether they could accept the music or not, but they were all happy to watch.

Seeing that the people around them were gathering more and more, Luo Xiao and Zhang Taoguang never saw Tang Baoyu come out, and their mood became more and more depressed.

The two made eye contact on stage, and both showed a wry smile.

No matter what the result is, they are already working hard to win Tang Baoju's return in their own way, even if they still fail to move Tang Baoju, they will only regret it at most, and they will not have any complaints.

Brother, this is the music we once composed together, which records our youth and contains our best memories.

If it's really the end of fate, let's play these songs again here, as a parting song that belongs only to us.

"Let's do it again, if it really doesn't work, then that's the way it is. Luo Xiao said to Zhang Taoguang.

Zhang Taoguang sighed lightly, rolled up his sleeves, opened his arms and shook the drum stick in his hand to relieve the sourness of his arms: "Okay!"

At this moment, inside the factory gate, Tang Baoju was leaning against the wall of the gate, smoking in a complicated mood in a place where Luo Xiao and others could not see.

He really wanted to ask Luo Xiao and Zhang Taoguang, why did you do this?

But Tang Baoyu didn't show up, and he himself couldn't tell whether he didn't dare or didn't want to.

Suddenly, in between two songs, he heard a conversation between two security guards inside the gate.

"This can also be considered music?

"They are all like this, shouting nonsense all day long, thinking that they are very handsome on stage, but in fact they are like clowns. ”

"Anyway, I don't understand, this kind of song is useless except to make people to death. ”

"It's not, it's like a machine gun, it's all noise. ”

“……”

Soon, the next song sounds, and the panicked heavy metal chords silence the conversation between the two security guards and fill the world again.

Tang Baoyu secretly clenched his right fist, the cigarette between the two fingers of his left hand had burned to the filter, and the temperature was already a little hot, but he didn't move at all.

He didn't care what others thought of him, and the night monster never cared about any comments, but when he heard someone say that, he still couldn't help it.

These are the songs he once wrote, and these songs not only contain his inseparable bonds, but also his youth and ideals!

Tang Baoyu slammed the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and crushed it with the sole of his shoe, he was obviously telling himself in his heart that the night monster had nothing to do with him, and he would never go back, but his body walked out of behind the gate uncontrollably, into the hustle and bustle of the crowd, and approached the humble stage step by step, towards everything he once regarded as life.

"Second boss, are you here? look, what are they doing......

"These two people are like crazy, hahaha, it's so funny!"

"Oops! I can't stand it, it makes my stomach hurt. ”

Tang Baoyu angrily turned his head to look at the workers of the other installation team next to him: "If you don't want to listen, get out!"

"Hey, how are you talking! Stop!" the scolded man rushed over and grabbed Tang Baoju's collar, apparently wanting to do something.

Seeing that the second boss was being bullied, the tall Lao Wang rushed over with a group of brothers, blocked Tang Baojun behind him, and scolded a group of workers on the other side.

Tang Baoyu pulled his clothes flat, ignored the people who had already quarreled, and continued to walk forward.

Luo Xiao and Zhang Taoguang noticed Tang Baoyu who was walking over, and saw that Tang Baoyu's whole person seemed to be ignited by anger, so they stopped in unison, and the program continued to sound in the speaker.

Under everyone's gaze, Tang Baoyu turned over and jumped onto the small stage, walked to the side and grabbed an electric guitar, skillfully connected the effects and speakers, and quickly tuned the tone.

"Change the song!" Tang Baoyu coldly spit out two words, and walked to the microphone under the gaze of countless eyes.