Even with a certain amount of mental preparation, it was still difficult for me to adapt to such intense music all of a sudden.

Seeing that I stood up, looking panicked and about to flee in a hurry, Lao Pang's daughter-in-law behind the counter also reacted instantly, brought a small plate of pickles, and came to my side.

"Big brother, are you coming back? You sit down, the young people next door are not light or heavy, early in the morning, everyone is not safe, I will talk to them, turn off the noise, you eat yours slowly, it will be fine immediately." Old Pang's daughter-in-law smiled at me apologetically.

She seems to have been working in Beijing for a while, although her speech still has some accent from her hometown in Hebei, but her choice of words and sentences is quite a bit of the Beijing accent of old Beijing. Lao Pang's daughter-in-law walked out of the shop in a few steps, and her voice was faintly an octave higher from next door.

"Xiao Huang, didn't we say okay, don't you play those ghosts in the morning...... You asked me how to do business, and finally two customers came, and they were all scared away...... You have to be like this all the time, you know the temper of Aunt Wang of the street, you can only let her find you......"

Soon, Lao Pang's daughter-in-law returned, and by the way, she dragged Lu Panzi into the door together, Lu Panzi obviously looked lost, holding the plate in a daze, her mind was obviously still in the music next door, and her steps had long since lost her previous agility.

"Big brother, you eat slowly, don't worry, the belt has been changed next door, the young ones love those foreign things, I don't think there's anything good to hear." There is also jujube porridge just boiled in the morning, why don't you come to a bowl, eat delicious, you often come. As she spoke, the daughter-in-law of the Pang family became magical, brought a bowl of porridge and put it in front of me, and without waiting for me to thank her, she began to count the plates.

"Lu Panzi, you country baby, what do you always do to those bastards next door, tell me about you, you have been here for less than a year, how many troubles have you caused? ”

Lu Panzi lowered his head, didn't say a word, and took away the empty bowl that the uncle at the next table had eaten, and walked to the back kitchen. When he walked past my desk, he probably guessed that I had just expressed his dissatisfaction to the proprietress and glanced at me wistfully. There was no trace of anger in his eyes, but he seemed unusually clear, a little unwilling, a little lost, more of a stubbornness and persistence. This made me a little strange, and when I pondered the meaning of that look, Teresa Teng's sweet and greasy singing voice floated from next door.

Although I often hear Teresa Teng's singing voice in the streets and alleys, I am very familiar with it, and I can hum a few words in individual songs, but I have never felt like this today, and I am so tired that it makes people a little sick to their stomachs, is it the uncomfortable reaction caused by the rock music before?

In an instant, I had a strange idea, swallowed the porridge in two bites, got up in a hurry, walked out of the restaurant, and turned into the barber shop next to me.

To be precise, this should be a small hair salon, the area is similar to Lao Pang's restaurant, but the windows are bright and clean, the floor tiles are bright, black and white, with a white flushing pool, a few vertical dressing mirrors, very modern feeling.

In the room were two trendy young people who had just flashed in the restaurant. Seeing me come in, the two of them were obviously stunned, and the yellow-haired blurt out asked: "Uncle, the hair salon cuts hair, washing, cutting and blowing costs 15 yuan, and we can't shave our faces here." A hundred and ten meters further on, there is an old barber shop......"

I immediately understood, it is estimated that there have never been elderly people in this hair salon, and Huang Mao was very worried that I was distressed about the haircut money, so he simply said the ugly words in front.

I smiled at him, "Young man, if you don't shave your face, let's do what you said." ”

As soon as the door opened early in the morning, there was a sale, Huang Mao suddenly smiled, and hurriedly helped me to the swivel chair and sat down, spreading a white silk cloth, "Uncle, don't worry, don't look at me young, I have been doing this job for more than five years, and I have also taken the technician certificate, how about I cut your hairstyle a little younger?" ”

"Okay, I'm just here to try your craft, young man, you can do whatever you want. I replied lightly, and then there was a casual chatter.

Huang Mao's name is Huang Hongdong, 25 years old this year, from Xiamen, his companion is his high school classmate, surnamed Li, and the two came to Beijing to start a business a year ago. His hair salon is close to the university, the surrounding population is relatively dense, and the business is quite passable, but he often works more on weekends, and usually, especially in the morning, is the most leisurely time.

But Huang Hongdong is energetic, and he still has the spirit of learning, and he usually doesn't want to be idle, he opens the door early every day, reads books, listens to music when there are no customers, and puts a headgear on the head of the plastic steel model to practice. Come early, eat some breakfast at Lao Pang's restaurant next door, and you can't cook the plate anymore with Lu Pang.

In Huang Hongdong's opinion, although Lu Panzi is wooden and does not have a high level of education, this person seems to have an extraordinary love for music. Putting some pop songs in the hair salon is an ordinary means of attracting business, and Huang Hongdong originally just followed the big slip and didn't do it deliberately. But later, he found that students from nearby universities came to cut their hair, and sometimes there was music they liked to listen to, especially rock 'n' roll. Huang Hongdong had nothing to do and picked up some bayonet tapes from a nearby video store and put them back, but he didn't expect that because of this, he really stabilized many repeat customers from the university.

But more importantly, Lu Panzi became a loyal listener to his four-speaker recorder. And Lu Panzi seems to have a soft spot for rock music, whether it is the Tang Dynasty, Black Panther, Overload, Xu Wei, Zheng Jun, Pu Shu, or Huang Hongdong's European and American rock bands whose names are not fully pronounced, Lu Panzi does not fall behind, and he moves a chair very seriously and sits at the door of the hair salon to listen. So much so that in order to tell Lu Panzi about these music, Huang Hongdong also ordered a music magazine, often flipped through it, and took out a sum of money every month to buy tapes.

Huang Hongdong said and pointed to the small cash register at the door. Behind the cash register there is a small wooden shelf, more than a meter wide and more than one person high, with four or five layers of partitions. It is neat and tidy, with more than a dozen rows of tapes in each row, and each row is very spectacular.

"Xiao Huang, I just heard next door that you put the tape of a foreign rock band, what is it called Nirvana, can you put it back for me to listen?" I don't know why there is such a strange idea at this time, just like the countless times before, maybe this is some kind of clue in the dark, although I don't know where it will lead me, and I can't understand the true meaning of this revelation, but the idea itself does not appear for no reason, forcing me to find out, and it can only be explained in this way.

At this time, Xiao Huang began to cut my hair seriously, and began to whistle as he cut it. Hearing me say something coldly, I was stunned for a moment, and soon laughed. "Uncle, I find you really interesting, you don't fall behind what we young people like, it's trendy enough, my dad has one percent of your understanding, and I won't go all the way to Beijing. ”

"But, uncle, Lao Pang next door and his daughter-in-law, but I can't stand the music, so I got a three-chapter covenant, which I can't put in the morning, after dinner in the afternoon, and after eight o'clock in the evening. It's very troublesome, so, I'll put the tape recorder in the house, and the sound will be lower, okay?" It can be seen that Huang Mao is also tired of Teresa Teng, and when I talk about the tape, I am also very excited.

It only took me about five minutes to get through the hardest stage of accepting rock 'n' roll, after which the strong rhythm seemed to resonate with my heart, and then the electric guitar and bass intertwined, creating a wonderful response in my nerves, my mind became calm, and my body naturally relaxed. The sometimes low and hoarse, sometimes high-pitched and torn singing voice actually gave me the feeling of listening to the Qin dialect for the first time in northern Shaanxi more than 20 years ago.

Goosebumps all over my body, my throat itched, and the blood flow accelerated, and soon my body slowly merged into the music and began to swing along. It's a wonderful feeling, and although you don't know what the lyrics are singing, it doesn't affect your understanding of the emotions rippling in the music, repression, resistance, hesitation, persistence, and finally a bit of despair......

Xiao Huang also put down the scissors in his hand, moved a small round stool and sat next to me, his hands on his cheeks, and his eyes looked at himself in the mirror attentively, not knowing what to think again. And his partner, surnamed Li, simply put down another swivel chair with a haircut completely, and lay down lazily, with an extra can of beer in his hand at some point.

With a soft "bang", people's thoughts also flew away like beer foam. I slowly closed my eyes, and the images of the past that had faded out of the past somehow and I don't know where they came from, even if they were pathetic, even if they were bizarre, they seemed to be able to close the rhythm of the music, spin, and beat.

At this time, the picture must be full of magic, a row of courtyards in old Beijing, the sun caressing every shadow tolerantly, a small hair salon, and the rotating rolling lights are a little weak. The room was white, like a ward that had just sent a patient away, but inside, an old man closed his eyes and looked up, wrapped in a white cloth, his shoulders shook rhythmically from side to side, and there were a string of long water marks on his cheeks.

Next to the old man, there was a yellow-haired offspring, covering his head in pain, shaking his short hair that he couldn't shake up at all, and one leg kept stomping on the floor, as if he was trying to step through the floor. The other in the barber's chair, with his eyes hollow, tilted his head to stare at the door, as if he had fallen apart, motionless, suddenly raised his hand and threw an empty beer can out of the glass door, leaving a series of clanging sounds on the road......

(Those who keep good learning, and those who do their best to play are ghosts who are happy to wander, and those who are sad and miserable are ghosts, and those who are evil are evil ghosts.) - The Taiping Sutra)