Click!

Opening the door, Cao Wu stood at the door of the house, feeling that time and space were out of place.

Taking a deep breath and stepping into the door, Cao Wu looked at the familiar old house, and the feeling in his heart was indescribable.

The soft light soothed his heart in an instant.

The edges of the hallway wallpaper are a little upturned, and they have been carefully pasted and repaired.

If there are a few pictures attached to the frame at eye level, the brushstrokes are innocent and full of childlike fun.

This was painted by Cao Wu when he was in kindergarten, and later his mother was reluctant to throw it away, so they moved to a new home together.

The large bedroom was the second door, and Cao Wu slowly walked to the door and saw the familiar back. In his memory, the back of the old and haggard is now bathed in the sunset, and his face is radiant.

Raising his hand to wipe the wetness from the corners of his eyes, Cao Wu just wanted to step forward, but he heard a faint sobbing sound, he couldn't help but be startled, and walked into the bedroom quickly.

"Mom!" he shouted.

The woman in her pajamas, lying on the bed, turned around and burst into tears.

"Mom, what's wrong with you?"

The old mother did not answer him, but whimpered, "She's dead...... Woo!"

"Who?" Cao Wu chuckled in his heart, could it be that who was fanned to death by the wings of his little butterfly?

Mom wiped away her tears and muttered, "Baguio is dead......"

The corner of her eyes twitched, Cao Wu tilted her head to look, but saw that she was holding a thick book in her hand, with two big characters written on it, Zhu Xian.

……

"I didn't know how to change my slippers when I entered the door! I only wiped the floor in the afternoon, look at this big footprint!"

Mom was mopping the floor and counting angrily, Cao Wu was lying on the sofa with his feet crossed, nibbling on apples, watching TV, so leisurely.

Knock knock!

Someone knocked on the door, and my mother opened the door and greeted with a smile: "Batu is here?"

"Auntie, I came to Cao Wu to do my homework together. ”

"Okay, you go first, Auntie will cook, and eat here at night!"

"Hmm! what did Auntie do?"

"Guess?"

"I smell the stewed beef!"

"Haha!

……

Batu's house is in the building next door, which is very close, and he often comes to visit the door, and it is common to rub rice.

But Batu didn't really come to do his homework.

"Here comes the knife!"

My mother was busy in the kitchen, so Batu took Cao Wu to the bedroom to listen to the song.

Cao Wu's bedroom is basically a small studio, with synthesizers and stereos taking up half of the bedroom's space, and the shelves above the desk against the wall are filled with various tapes, CDs, Walkmans, and even an old gramophone on the bedside table.

Half of it is his treasure, and half of it is picking up his mother's discarded goods.

"Where did you put that new album from the Blood Strings? I only listened to two last time. Batu flipped through Cao Wu's record stand and asked suspiciously.

"What blood-dripping string band?

"Don't pretend to me! Hurry up and say, where are you hiding? Don't worry, I won't scratch you. ”

"No, I really don't know! What is a blood-dripping string band? haven't heard of it?" Cao Wu couldn't understand, he had been a producer for so many years, whether it was at home or abroad, commercial underground, and all kinds of styles of music were also understood, but he really hadn't heard of a blood-dripping string band.

"Aren't you confused? Aren't the Blood Strings your favorite band?...... Ahh

Batu pulls an album from the record stand, the cover is a close-up of the palm of a strumming string, blood sliding from his fingers and falling on the strings, with a decadent aesthetic.

Click!

Batu put the record into the player, pressed the play button, and a prelude sounded, a typical guitar SOLO, the bass bottom, and the kick drum to give the rhythm arrangement, although it is not unpleasant, but it is indeed a little ordinary.

Blind for such a good cover.

However, Batu listened very energetically, and his head shook to follow the rhythm, and he exclaimed: "Energetic! When do you think we can release such a dick song?"

"What's the hell about this? It's ordinary?" Cao Wu wondered.

Batu's eyes widened in surprise, he reached out and touched Cao Wu's head, and asked in surprise: "You shouldn't really break it, are you? This is still ordinary? The blood strings have been the hottest rookie band in the past two years." ”

"That's it?"

Cao Wu suddenly felt bad, he got up and ran to the record stand, rummaging through them one by one.

"Black Rubik's Cube, dark clouds, white plastic bags, what are these? What about my queen? Hurry up and blink an eye, aren't they? The Beatles, the Rolling Stones, the Black Sabbath, none of them?"

"Oh my God!"

Cao Wu, who flipped through it from beginning to end, let out a miserable scream: "My 'Appetite For Destruction'! 'Back in black'! Unopened vinyl! Who did this?"

Batu was a little confused, and only after a long time did he ask in confusion: "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand?"

"Don't you understand? Black sabbath, don't you know? Wasn't the first heavy metal song you practiced their "Iron man"?"

Looking at Batu's puzzled look, Cao Wu was a little anxious, grabbed his shoulder and asked, "What about the spear flower? AC/DC? Tang Dynasty? Black Panther? Beyond? Wan Qing?

Batu shook his head blankly, and Cao Wu was also stunned, could it be that these bands had all disappeared?

Getting up, he sat down in front of the computer and didn't come back to his senses until his mother came in and called for dinner.

As he expected, the world was not exactly the same as the world he remembered, differing in details, the music and masters he knew were all gone, replaced by people and music he had never heard before, and the level was very average, and the commercial fast food was serious.

Perhaps it was because China's atomic bomb development work was twenty years ahead of schedule, which led to the early end of the Cold War, the failure of the Vietnam War, and the failure of the rock wave to sweep the United States.

Jazz, country and hip-hop have carved up the American music market, while Europe continues to celebrate classical and folk songs.

Of course, rock and its branches of metal, punk, and hardcore also have their own survival soil, but they have not shown an explosive trend.

The domestic market, influenced by the music of Japan, South Korea and the Soviet Union, which never collapsed, entered a peculiar hodgepodge circle.

Various styles of music are flourishing in China, but none of them can really catch on.

China's copyright law was also introduced 20 years ahead of schedule, and after years of revision, it has been basically perfected, and the concept has been implemented in the hearts of the people, and piracy has almost disappeared.

Today's domestic market is simply the dream market of musicians before Cao Wu's crossing.

Due to the strong protection, it has contributed to a good market, and various styles of music can find their own audiences and survival soil in China.

And the number and literacy of domestic music fans are also much higher than Cao Wu expected.

However, perhaps it was because of his own time travel that he led to the collective disappearance of those masters in his memory, thus affecting the development of music in the whole world, and the level of music in this world was ridiculously low.

Take that blood-dripping string band as an example, the kind of music that can only be regarded as ordinary in Cao Wu's opinion can actually dominate the top of the Chinese music charts for two consecutive weeks?

At this moment, Cao Wu's wandering heart finally firmed, and he finally decided the direction of his future.

I will not let these names and works that should be remembered by history disappear, and if they are buried because of me, then I will restore them with my own hands!