For eight years, he rarely went home. Mei Mocun also had opinions on her choice at first, but looking at her persistent attitude, she silently supported her, in the first few years, Mei Yujun had no income, almost the same as when she was in college, Mei Mocun sent her money every month.

Mei Yujun knew that because his father worked in the Cultural Affairs Bureau, he took two courses at a local university, and with some subsidies, he could earn more than 2,000 yuan a month, which was a very high income at that time.

At first, it was seven or eight hundred a month, then one or two thousand, and in ninety-six years, my father took a leave of absence, and he had to remit three thousand yuan every month. Even Mei Yujun didn't know how his father saved the money, but without his father's support, Mei Yujun would never have been able to hold on until now.

Until five years ago, Mei Yujun suddenly stopped receiving remittances from his father, at first he just thought that his father might be short of money, but he didn't receive a call from his father for several months, and no one answered at home when he called.

The unit leader told Mei Yujun that his father was likely to have committed suicide. Meimocun left a letter to the leader of the unit, saying that he could not bear the torture of illness and decided to pass away, and also left his research results and manuscripts to the unit.

The leaders of the unit hurriedly rushed to the small courtyard of Meimo Village and found that Meimo Village had been away from home for at least more than a month, and there was a suicide note and a letter to Meiyujun on the table.

Mei Yujun rushed back to Hangzhou, asked all the friends around him to look around, and the public security department also filed a case, dispatched a large number of police forces, and expanded the search scope to Shanghai.

For almost a year, there was no trace of Meimo Village. Mei Yujun turned over his father's diagnosis certificate in the hospital at home, which said that his father had liver cancer and had begun to spread, and his optimistic estimate was that he only had about a year to live.

All the evidence made Mei Yujun slowly accept the fact that her father committed suicide, and the small courtyard left by her father carried too many memories for her, and she was neither willing to live in it, nor reluctant to sell it, so she simply returned to Beijing and continued her music dream.

Listening to Mei Yujun tell about that period of the past, it was like floating slowly in a sad river, but I always had a sense of unreality, I don't know if this unreality is because of the incident itself, or because there are too many questions about Mei Mocun, but I don't have time to think about it, Mei Yujun gently knocked on the table twice, I raised my eyes and looked out, and Lu Panzi's performance began.

Mei Yujun should have arranged her own band to cooperate with Lu Panzi, she fully considered Lu Panzi's experience and personality, turned off the spotlight that was originally above the drum kit, and put Lu Panzi in the darkness at the back of the stage, the purpose was obviously to hope that he would play more freely.

Even though he was hidden in the darkness at the end of the stage, I could still see his anxiety. As he sat behind the drum kit, he was visibly overwhelmed, wiping his sweat with his right hand holding the hammer, and then casting a plea at the band's bassist.

The bassist walked up to Lu Panzi, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered something to him.

"The drummer is actually the soul of a band, he has to determine the tune and the rhythm, most of the rock music starts with the drummer, and the show can't start if the drum beats. Brother Chang, Lu Panzi has no stage experience, and I'm afraid it's difficult to cooperate with the band, and I feel more and more that the things about the band are just hallucinations after he ate hallucinogenic mushrooms. ”

As she spoke, Mei Yu-kun took a headset from under the table, handed it to me, pointed to the other, and put the headset on one side of her right ear.

Only then did I find out that there were computers, mixers, and some machines I didn't know what they were used for, and even in the private room, Mei Yujun could still hear the performance of the band outside through the headset.

I put on my headphones and the background music outside had stopped and the lights were focused on the stage. Lu Panzi didn't mean to start right away, and was still communicating with the bass player.

The light was too dim for me to make out Lu Panzi's expression, but judging from his body language, he was still extremely nervous. Although the audience only sat at a few tables, they obviously couldn't bear to wait like this, whistles, and coaxing.

Xiao Lei, who was sitting outside, turned his face, spread his hands in the direction of the private room, and shook his head, I knew he meant "Eighty percent is going to mess up." ”

The bassist slapped Lu Pan twice more, and Lu Pan seemed to have made up his mind, nodded his head, and raised the drum hammer.

The moment the drum hammer touched the drum skin, the bar fell silent.

The sound in the headphones is slightly distorted, which may be a wiring problem, and there is also the sizzle of electricity from time to time. But that didn't dampen the shock that welled up in me.

I don't know rock 'n' roll, everything about rock 'n' roll comes from that little barber shop in Huang Mao. But I can hear that Lu Panzi's drum beat is very stable, the rhythm is unusually in place, and what is even more rare is that he is not copying the original song, and there is obviously a different mood running through it.

I quickly realized that the song I was playing now was none other than Nirvana's band, the Western rock music I had first been exposed to at Lu Panzi. The first twenty seconds or so were slow to fast drums solo, and then the bass picked up, and the muffled electro and the drums hit my eardrums again and again, just as I did when I first heard it on the tape recorder.

Mei Yujun's expression was instantly surprised, one hand covered the headset, and the other hand kept tapping on the table with the rhythm, when the low and hoarse voice of the band's lead singer sounded, she threw off the headphones, stood up, and hurried out of the private room.

When I walked out with her, I suddenly understood the shock of rock music live performance. The music, drums, and singing gradually intensified, from the initial silence and whispering, to the stubborn roar, and finally to the full-scale explosion, the sound was like countless sharp arrows shot from the center of the stage, hitting the walls, ceilings and even the floor, and then reflecting and crashing into every listener.

This time I finally understood the meaning of the existence of rock music, which is not simply a catharsis, but a description of the emotions buried in my heart, confusion, loss, loneliness, hesitation, uninhibitedness, stubbornness, persistence, waiting, sighing, melancholy, longing, disillusionment, abandonment, searching, rebirth, silence. Countless emotions and conflicts converge in an instant, and the power of them is difficult to describe in words.

The whole bar, from the initial silence, quickly turned into a state of madness.

Many people unconsciously stood up, raised beer bottles, whistled, and screamed along with the music. Even Xiao Lei and Lao Lin stood up, raised their arms, and twisted their bodies to the rhythm.

Mei Yujun beside me was full of surprise, turned his face, and said loudly in my ear: "Brother Chang, Xiao Lu brought the band up, it's really amazing, this song, Nirvana's song is difficult, the bass and the lead guitar have a lot of wrong sounds, only he is very accurate, and the explosiveness is really strong." ”

I nodded to Mei Yujun and took a few more steps forward to the edge of the stage. With the faint scattering of spotlights, I took a closer look at the drumming plate.

Lu Panzi closed his eyes tightly from beginning to end, not looking at the audience at all, and at this time he had entered a state of madness.

The music had reached its climax, he almost left his seat, hunched over, his hands flying, the hammer fell like a storm, and in the interval of the beat, he also raised his left hand above his head, and the hammer spun quickly on the tips of his fingers for a few seconds, not like a showmanship, more like some kind of self-adjustment, everything flowed smoothly, as if it were natural.

After the lead singer of the band spit out the last sentence, the three members of the band greeted the audience with their respective instruments as if they were on the stage in the center of the Workers' Stadium, and the spotlight swept over them.

"Cool, let's do another song. The lead singer shouted, this time, he and Bess took the initiative to walk to Lu Panzi's side, and the three of them lowered their heads and exchanged something, probably discussing the next song.

Mei Yujun took advantage of this to pull me to a booth on the right side of the stage, where a young man with long hair was holding a beer bottle and pouring himself a drink, but his eyes did not take off the stage.

"Lao Xiao, this is the Brother Chang I mentioned to you, Brother Chang, this is the most famous percussionist Lao Xiao in the circle. Mei Yu-kun said as he pressed me to my seat.

At this time, the drum beat on the stage sounded again, and it was still the tune of the Nirvana Band, low and desperate.

Xiao Quan is in his forties, although he has long hair and shawls and avant-garde clothes, this does not stop the portrayal of the years on his face.

"Brother Chang, from a professional point of view, Xiao Lu's skills are still a little flawed, but this kid's ability to control the field is too strong, and his ability to lead a band is also very strong. Before the performance, I told the band to take Xiao Lu as much as possible, as you saw just now, he was almost dragging the band behind him. ”

"The most important thing is that his understanding of the music is really different from ordinary people, the rhythm control is absolutely first-class, the only thing is that the stage experience is still poor, Meizi, you should find a way to keep him, he definitely has potential than Xiao Du. ”

Xiao Quan was obviously also excited because of the song, not only explaining to me, but also giving advice to Mei Yujun, his long hair following the rhythm and shaking constantly.

"Mr. Xiao, what do you think of Xiao Lu's basic skills?" I leaned forward and asked.

"It's very solid, it's a practitioner, at least seven or eight years of foundation, otherwise I won't be able to control this tune. Xiao Quan took a sip of wine, and his tone was unusually firm.

Mei Yujun should agree with him, she recovered from the initial shock, her eyes instantly became extremely confused, and she bit her lip and looked at me. She knew what happened to Xiao Lu, and obviously couldn't accept the facts in front of her.

I avoided her stoning gaze, and was about to ask a few more questions, when suddenly I felt a strange feeling in my back that I was being stared at, like a cone, and I couldn't help but shiver.

(The day is idle, listening to a few birds melodious, not feeling the root of the ear; the night is quiet and the sky is high, looking at a cloud and light rolling, suddenly making the horizon empty.) - "Caigen Tan")