"Hey, Cao Wu, that Huang Jiaju's contact information is about to arrive, send it to your mobile phone. ”

"Okay, Roger. ”

Cao Wu put down the phone with a serious face, frowned and thought for a moment, threw it the bed with a slightly trembling hand, and said, "Yes A!"

"Yes 2!Dawang!Junzi!haha!I won!" Lele clapped his hands and looked up and laughed.

Lu Qingsong's face was painted with lipstick, and he complained: "You go to a single card! I still have a bomb, deceive her king, and I'll be done!"

Cao Wu shook his head and did not argue.

"Come here! Come here, don't even think about running!" Lele straightened up and painted mosquito coils on Cao Wu and Lu Qingsong's faces.

"It's my turn! 'It's my turn!'" Batu sat down excitedly.

Getting up and taking a sip of water, Cao Wu picked up his phone and looked at it.

A text message is hung on the screen with a mobile phone number.

As soon as he arrived at the hotel, Cao Wu asked Niu Li to help ask the organizer for the phone number of Huang Jiaju of the beyond band, but when the number was placed in front of Cao Wu, he suddenly lost the courage to dial.

Getting up and going into the bathroom, Cao Wu washed his face with cold water.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he patted his cheek vigorously, and said as if he was cheering himself up......: "Let's hit one!

Toot ......! Toot ......!

"Hello?"

The other end of the phone was a little noisy, but Cao Wu's eyes were sour, and he almost broke his work.

He had imagined countless times what his singing would be like if he were alive.

Is it a bit of a vicissitude, or is it still high-pitched?

All imagination will disappear in the face of reality, and Cao Wu is extremely sure after hearing the voice on the phone.

He's a family foal!

"Hey, can you hear me?"

The other end of the phone was changed to Mandarin.

Cao Wu hurriedly said, "Ah...... Hey, is it Huang Jiaju?"

"It's me, you're it?"

"Hello Jiaju, I am the lead singer of the Black Hole Band who will participate in the Guangzhou Music Festival tomorrow, my name is Cao Wu...... I'm a fan of yours, I've loved you for over thirty years, and it's because of you that I fell in love with rock 'n' roll......"

Cao Wu was excited, a little incoherent, and he was confused on the other end of the phone: "Hou Shengzi, did you make the wrong call?"

"Are you Huang Jiaju?"

"I am!"

"Then I'm not mistaken!" Cao Wu suppressed his excitement, swallowed his saliva, and asked nervously: "I'm sorry, I'm a little excited, that, are you in Guangzhou now?"

"Yes, I'm remembering the powder. ”

"Great, can you wait for me? I'll go find you. ”

"Wow, I'm with my band, come on! I'll wait for you. ”

Hung up the phone excitedly, Cao Wu pulled down the towel and wiped his face, and rushed out of the bathroom.

"Wow, what are you doing?" asked Le Le in startled Cantonese.

"Uh......" Cao Wu hesitated, not knowing whether to tell Lele or not.

Not to mention that I'm not sure if this family foal is real, even if it's true, Lele and they probably don't know each other.

"I'm going to have a supper, do you want to bring it?"

"Didn't you just eat? I don't want it, Qingsong, what about you?"

"I don't need to. ”

"Bring me some fried noodles. ”

……

Ran out of the hotel and took a taxi, Cao Wu said to the driver: "Go to Mingji, thank you." ”

"Which one is clear, wow? There are a lot of Mingji in Guangzhou. ”

"Of course, it's the best tasting porridge and noodles!"

"That's the Mingji snack on Longjin West Road, and the one near Banxi Restaurant?"

"Yes, yes!"

"Wow, you speak Cantonese well, Hong Kong accent?"

Cao Wu smiled, people of his age, regardless of whether they can speak Cantonese, can come to two sentences that are half like and half dislike, "steel pot, shouting with tears to repair the scoop pot", his Cantonese is basically learned by listening to Cantonese songs and watching Hong Kong movies, and the original intention is to learn beyond songs.

"It's here!"

After paying, Cao Wu got out of the car, looked up at the humble little shop, and pushed the door in.

Cantonese people love to eat and will eat, and they have always stood on the land of the motherland with the image of gluttony, making the surrounding provinces tremble.

Guangdong's roadside stall culture has a long history, up to the officials and nobles, down to the peddlers and pawns, there are a few restaurants that are only shared with relatives and friends, Cantonese people do not look at the grade of the restaurant, only pay attention to whether it is good or not.

Huang Jiaju sat on a small stool, his face was full of red light, and he touched a glass of cold beer with the band members and drank it all.

Cao Wu walked to the side and looked up and down, but he didn't dare to recognize each other.

In his memory, Jiaju still looks like that high-spirited young man, but he can't match this raunchy, bearded, beer and fried noodles, nearly fifty years old.

As if sensing something, Huang Jiaju raised his head and just happened to see Cao Wu.

Puzzled, he suddenly realized: "Huh, are you the offspring on the phone?"

Hearing this voice, Cao Wu's expression was a little complicated, he nodded, and said with a smile: "It's me, you are Huang Jiaju?"

"Yes! Sit down!" Huang Jiaju enthusiastically pulled over a stool, patted the stool surface, and shouted at the kitchen: "Boss! ”

"I've eaten it. ”

Cao Wu sat down and looked around, there were four people sitting at this table, except for Huang Jiaju, the other three Cao Wu looked very angry.

"It's okay to have a late night snack, you're so young, you need to eat more, you'll grow your body! The fried noodles in this nocilla shop are delicious, and I have to eat them every time I come to Guangzhou." ”

Huang Jiaju poured Cao Wu a glass of beer, and introduced with a smile: "Now, let me introduce, this is Ah Mao, this is Da Fei, this is the motorcycle boy." This young man, it's amazing, he is the lead singer of the Black Hole Band who will be on stage with us tomorrow, Cao ...... What's your name Cao?"

"My name is Cao Wu. ”

"Ah yes! Cao Wu!" Huang Jiaju put his arm around Cao Wu's shoulders and said with a smile: "I've heard your songs, it's really amazing, you're really a high school student?"

"It's like a fake!"

"Haha! Come! I salute you!"

Cao Wucheng lowered the wine glass in fear and drank it all in one gulp.

Huang Jiaju was very happy when he gave face like this, and helped him fill it again: "Ah Wu, how did you write that dream of returning to the Tang Dynasty? It's so amazing, I can't write such a good song in my life." ”

"Where, where!" Cao Wu sweated profusely like a thief caught in a shopping mall.

"Don't be too modest!" Huang Jiaju said with a smile: "We will be friends in the future, and we need to communicate more musically." ”

"Definitely, definitely. Cao Wu wiped his sweat, looked up at Huang Jiaju in a daze, and sat down for a while, he was finally able to compare the face of the uncle in front of him with the face in his memory.

"Why are you looking at me like that, I'm not interested in men!" Huang Jiaju joked and laughed.

Cao Wu didn't smile, he suddenly realized that the man in front of him was not the god-like man in his memory, which made him a little sad.