In Cen Ye's memory, his family frowned at almost seeing his guitar. Not only does it include a strict and silent father, but also a big brother who has always treated him kindly, and even a warm and weak mother. His mother would secretly call him and whisper and beg: "Ono, don't do that, don't be tough anymore, come back to Shenyang as soon as possible, and find a stable job, okay?"

Cen Ye can still yell angrily at his father, but for his mother, he often feels that he has lost all his strength, and it is a pain that is not understood. He could only cope with a few words in a very irritable manner, sometimes even losing his temper, and then hung up the phone.

His mother asked him for his card number and a meager living allowance for him, but he refused.

Late every night, 23-year-old Cen Ye lies on the top bunk of the small room he shares with Zhao Tan, with a guitar hanging next to the bed that is not very good, but has spent all his savings, and he rests his hands behind his head, looking into the dark distance. It's like there's a hole in my heart that I can never fill.

Fortunately, after the formation of the Chaodui Band, it has become well-known in Changsha, but there are still too few performance opportunities, and it is even more difficult to participate in music festivals and tour performances. But Cen Ye believed that his empty and cold heart was full of confidence, and that it was only a matter of time. The year after tomorrow, or even next year, they will definitely be appreciated by the public, and even by professional producers, and they will definitely be able to mix up their personal appearance.

Thinking of this, Cen Ye's chest was hot, he fumbled and took out a cigarette from his pocket, bit one, and just thought about it, Zhao Tan, who was lying down, said: "He~, don't lie in bed and smoke, we can't afford to pay for the fire." ”

Cen Ye replied: "Lao Tzu hasn't ordered it yet!" He slipped down in three or two, sat on the Zhao Tan bed, and while smoking, he tapped his fingers on his knees and beat them.

Zhao Tan observed his expression and asked, "What new melody have you come up with?"

Cen Ye smiled coldly, his fingers shaking as if he couldn't stop. Zhao Tan sat up and put his hand on his shoulder: "What inspired you today?"

Cen Ye's fingers suddenly stopped.

Zhao Tan asked, and he realized that there was a melody that had been echoing in his mind, which made his heart never really calm, and his heart was restless in the middle of the night.

A scene flashed by, and the girl sat by the piano, her face was quiet, and her eyes were obsessed.

"Lao Tzu automatically reaches the climax of inspiration every day. Cen Ye said.

Zhao Tan smiled: "Get out." ”

After smoking a cigarette, Cen Ye simply got up, put on a thick army coat - they bought it cheaply from the market, it was cool, and it was warm - climbed to the only small table in the room, turned on the lamp, pulled out a few pieces of paper and pen, and began to write the melody.

Zhao Tan played with his mobile phone for a while, saw that it was half past two, and said, "Hey, go to bed early, there will be a black coffee performance tomorrow night." ”

Cen Ye didn't reply, and said "um". Zhao Tan knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he simply snored loudly quickly. Only in this low building, a narrow window, a small lamp, wrapped in the winter chill, bright all night.

When Zhao Tan woke up from sleeping, he was taken aback when he saw the thin figure still lying in front of the table. "!" Zhao Tan jumped up and grabbed Cen Ye's shoulder: "You~Do you want to be physical?

Cen Ye slowly leaned back, under those deep eyes, there were dark circles under his eyes as usual, his fair face became more and more pale, but his slender ten fingers were playing with pencils, and he smiled faintly: "Lao Tzu is going to sleep, write, finish." He yawned deeply, as if suddenly turning into a dead dog, slowly climbed into bed, and fell down with a "boom", almost the next second, the sound of even long breathing sounded.

Zhao Tan had no choice, picked up a few pieces of paper on the table, and sang a few melodies in a low voice, and his eyes were gradually filled with laughter.

However, Cen Ye couldn't sleep too long today, he had work to do, and he had to go to the famous black coffee bar in advance to rehearse. So much so that all the work is done, and the bar has begun to open for the evening. Before it was time for their performance, he was lying on the sofa in the corner of the bar and falling asleep to the sound of lively music. His companions knew that he was tired, but they didn't call him, thinking that they would let him sleep more before the show began.

Keyboardist Zhang Hai is the oldest among them, twenty-eight or nine, and he is also an old man, but he has never been famous. He is a native of Xiangcheng, with average skills but a wide range of contacts. The opportunity to perform in the black coffee is mainly mediated by him. Zhang Hai arrived early today, wearing a shiny leather jacket and a cheap cigar in his mouth. As soon as he saw Cen Ye slumped on the sofa, he frowned and scolded: "It's time to start performing, why did this kid sleep?"

Keiko is actually not their full-time drummer, and she also has another band, and these days, it is not easy for a new band without any background to find every suitable member. However, every time she practiced the performance, Keiko arrived on time and was dutiful. At this moment, he leaned on Zhang Hai's side and smiled evilly: "This kid won't have played too much last night, right?"

Zhao Tan replied: "Don't talk nonsense, he was inspired last night and wrote a tune all night, which is very good, and we will rehearse carefully when we go back." ”

Everyone sighed: "This kid ......" seems to be used to it.

Zhang Tianyao actually struggled for a long time today before he came out of the bathroom to change his clothes. As soon as he came over, everyone realized that he was different today. The hair has actually been washed and blown, and the usual frizz is gone, smooth and smooth. The face was also washed clean, and it was whiter than usual, as if it had been powdered. is also wearing a brand white shirt that he is usually reluctant to reluctant, and the black trousers make the fart~ tense tightly.

"Oh, I'll go!" Zhang Hai shouted, "Waist, you have ~ spring today?"

Huizi: "He sends ~ spring every day." ”

Zhang Tianyao swiped his hair proudly, sat down next to them, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, don't I attach importance to today's performance?"

Zhao Tan smiled: "It's very handsome." ”

Zhang Tianyao pointed to Cen Ye, who was still asleep: "Isn't it more handsome than him?"

Zhao Tan nodded: "He's a bird." ”

The crowd laughed.

At this moment, Huizi suddenly stabbed Zhang Tianyao with his arm, "Hey!" he looked at the door.

So Zhang Tianyao, Zhao Tan, and Zhang Hai all followed the prestige and quieted down.

Cen Ye originally slept in a daze, sometimes dreaming that he had returned to the northeast, stepping on the thick snow, looking at the dry and twisted branches, the feeling in his heart was kind and strange, sweet and painful, and sometimes he heard the group of boys chirping in his ears, especially Zhang Tianyao, whose voice was terrifying. Cen Ye also heard him boasting that he was handsome, and Cen Ye sneered in his heart: He is handsome?