Chapter 16: Knocking on Heaven's Gate

"Thank you for helping me carry my things, I'm ready to go. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

This is the first thing Xia Nuo said to Gu Bei after leaving the small courtyard, he was followed by a boy for an afternoon, the timid girl was only afraid that she would call someone earlier, Xia Nuo just felt inexplicable.

Gu Bei scratched his hair, Xia Nuo's drawing board and painting tools were placed in the yard of the old man, he didn't even have an excuse for Xia Nuo to be used as a coolie, and he didn't want to be separated like this, Xia Nuo didn't even know his name yet, so he just left and failed.

I can't think of an excuse, Gu Bei, an old man, is also poor in donkey skills, love is really tormenting, looking at the darkening sky, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and immediately said: "By the way, you have no money on you, I'll invite you to dinner." ”

Xia Nuo turned his head to look at Gu Bei: "Do you want to chase me?"

Gu Bei was choked half to death, but this is Xia Nuo, his only girlfriend in his previous life, direct, simple, and stubborn, even if it is a breakup, she only has the word "break up", no explanation, no hypocrisy, no nonsense such as "you are a good person but we are not suitable".

Seeing that Gu Bei didn't speak for a long time, standing in place like a fool, Xia Nuo's eyes fell on the pot of pothos in Gu Bei's hand, and said, "Is your pothos going to be given to me?"

"Yes. Gu Bei nodded.

Xia Nuo walked over, took the pot of pothos from Gu Bei's hand, touched the emerald green leaves with her fingers, and seemed to like it, and then she looked at Gu Bei, who was a little stupid, and didn't speak, picked up the pothos and left.

Gu Bei immediately followed, and walked through the alley with Xia Nuo, Xia Nuo didn't say what to eat, Gu Bei didn't ask, he took Xia Nuo to a noodle stall in a nearby snack street, the stall was very small, only a compartment less than ten square meters in size, the lights were dim, the cement floor, there was an unpainted wooden table inside, the walls were dark and full of potholes, obviously not a suitable place to take girls to eat.

When ordering, Gu Bei instructed the noodle seller: "A bowl of chili peppers, a bowl of no chili peppers, no garlic, not too dry, you can add some clear soup." ”

"Oh, the lad is really considerate to his girlfriend. "The old lady who sells noodles is very warm and polite.

Don't mention the joy in Gu Bei's heart, just with the words of the old lady, we have no money in our pockets and are willful, and we don't have to look for the whole hundred when we settle the bill! But at this time, Xia Nuo said incomprehensibly: "Auntie, I think you need to buy reading glasses." ”

"No, no, little girl, don't look at me old, my eyes are bright, and I can see people. The old lady said with a smile, obviously not understanding what Xia Nuo meant.

The noodle stall business was very cold, just Gu Bei and Xia Nuo, and soon, the old lady brought two bowls of noodles, Gu Bei moved the bowl of fried noodles without chili onions and garlic to Xia Nuo, and said with a smile: "Eat it." ”

Xia Nuo didn't speak, just looked at him silently, and his black and white eyes were exceptionally bright, which made Gu Bei's heart throb.

"What's wrong?" Gu Bei asked.

Xia Nuo pointed to the guitar that Gu Bei had been carrying on his shoulder: "You can play the guitar?"

Gu Beidao: "I'll sing you a song?"

Xia Nuo said: "If you don't sing well, don't sing." ”

"I think it's better to give my opinion after listening to it. ”

"Yo, you're so confident?" Nono's eyes widened.

"Of course. ”

"I'm picky. ”

"You're picky to prove my strength. ”

"Do you want a draft?"

"No, I'm not bragging. Gu Bei smiled, then took off the guitar and held it in his arms, his fingers stroked the strings, looking at Nuo Nuo's familiar and delicate face under the light, he couldn't help but think of the picture of Nuo Nuo leaning on his side and listening to him sing in the past, and a warm current suddenly appeared in his heart.

"What song do you want to hear?"

"Listen to your tone, like you can sing any song?"

"How about Gunhua's "Knockin'-On-Heaven's-Door"?" Gu Bei smiled, of course he can sing the songs that Nuo Nuo likes, almost every one of them is familiar to him, he knows that Nuo Nuo likes the Gun Flower Band the most, and his favorite song is "Knocking on the Door of Heaven" by the Gun Flower Band.

"Knocking on Heaven's Door" is a great anti-war song written by American rock poet Bob Dylan thirty years ago, about the feelings of a dying soldier as he nears the end of his life. After reinterpreting this anti-war song with heavy metal music and punk rock, Gunhua has since been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and has become one of the most classic rock songs in history.

Xia Nuo was stunned for a moment, and said that you want to destroy the classics?

Gu Bei smiled bitterly: "Can you give me some confidence, nine out of ten sentences in chatting with you are hitting me, don't be so cruel." ”

"You see that you don't look good, how will you chase girls in the future? I am exercising your willpower, and it will be good for you to pick up girls in the future. Nono held his delicate chin and said, "Don't thank me, just invite me to a drink later." ”

Gu Bei didn't answer, thinking to himself that I don't want to soak anyone, so I want you!

Thinking about it like this, he felt a little sad in his heart, holding the guitar, in the crowded street, in the small noodle restaurant, under the dim light, he pulled the strings to this short-haired girl, and the song sounded slowly:

Mom, take off my badge

Because I don't need it anymore

I was falling into darkness, so dark that I couldn't see

I felt as if I was knocking on heaven's door

Ring, ringing...... Knock on heaven's door

……

Listening to Gu Bei's singing, Xia Nuo was a little stunned.

She didn't expect this boy who seemed to have no characteristics to sing so well, and it was the kind of voice she liked, that taste, the most strange thing was that the song was full of vicissitudes that did not meet the age, but there was no teenager who didn't know the taste of sorrow, and he was sad for the new words:

Mom, put my gun on the ground

Because I can no longer shoot with a gun

The heavy dark clouds are shining on the head

I felt as if I was knocking on heaven's door

Ring, ringing...... Knock on heaven's door

……

Although singing the classic song of Gun Flower, Gu Bei's singing voice does not have the explosive power of the Gun Flower Band, but is very similar to the singing voice of Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of the Nirvana Band, when he sings "Seasons-in-zhe-sun", hoarse, restrained, broken, and full of doubt in his singing.

Nuno likes spear flowers, and Gu Bei likes Nirvana.

Fans like to distinguish these two unparalleled rock and roll groups in this sentence: born like a gun, dead like nirvana.

Gu Bei is very obsessed with Kurt Cobain, the soul of the Nirvana band, from his singing, it can be seen that he has a great distrust of the surface of life, dislikes the so-called perfection, is bitter that his music is not understood by the world, and his questioning of the world and his unconventional taste make this rock king choose a straight path to heaven: suicide by swallowing a gun.

In Gu Bei's heart, Cobain is a brave and simple skeptic, his singing voice is particularly appetizing, yes, after breaking up with Nuno, doubt has always occupied Gu Bei's heart, from life, to the world, to himself, everywhere is worth studying, especially when he recalls the bits and pieces with Nuno, the days and nights when Nono leaned on his shoulder and listened to him sing "Knocking on the Door of Heaven", despair and doubt will climb to the top of his heart, even the girl he loves can't be guarded, what is the meaning of living for a long time?

There is no answer.

Later, Gu Bei flipped through Kurt Cobain's documentary and saw the suicide note written by Kurt Cobain on the eve of his suicide, and a sentence in it made him feel this feeling and feel relatable.

Cobain Says:

Instead of lingering, it is better to burn calmly!

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