"It's okay to go crazy! Why do you sing that. "Rock 'n' roll. "Well, what the hell do you have in your head?" "So I made up the lyrics myself, not the genre. "It's not really possible to start a sect, right?" "No way, no genre can be sustained by a single work. ”

Overnight, stories of a singer began to circulate around the city, all because of a weird song with a very different style from the mainstream, people swore that he existed, and one or two singers copied the song in other bars.

"The Unknown Singer" became popular, singers admired him, companies recruited him, and some people made up the story of this guy, but no one pretended to be him, because no one knew about the so-called "rock" How to sing, they keep trying, because the singers think that whoever is the first to crack the essence of it will be popular, and now they are just just roaring, these people are better at traditional soothing light music, classical arias, and modern pop songs, probably in a few years, the latecomers will do better than the pioneers, because the so-called pioneers are just a guy who cheats with knowledge, and they will soon fall silent, like a meteor across the night sky.

Because he doesn't plan to enter the industry, the people are forgetful, just like when a star loses his popularity, even scandals can't attract people's attention, the star will shoot fewer and fewer scenes, and the photogenic rate will be lower and lower, and in the end, all the fans who used to be focused on the star with more handsome appearance and better acting skills, he will be completely forgotten, and the star only needs a good TV series or a good movie to become popular, and no one pays attention to it again, as long as the appearance rate is reduced, the audience will naturally pursue [strong old classics] and the new [prosperous beauty].

This is also the right social background, otherwise my performance scene will definitely be embarrassing.

He thought so and raised his glass to himself.

It was a perfect show.

The audience just likes it, it's good to only attract the younger generation, it's okay to be scolded, if the new thing is contrary to the tradition, then it can only stand on the stage after the test of time, like martial arts novels, which were once looked down upon, but now? In fact, it's just that martial arts lovers have grown up, and who wins.

"This cup, toast yourself. Albert smiled and took his glass and drank it down.

"Let's try medical alcohol someday. She flicked the cup on the side of the table, "It's as light as boiled water, and it's not good if your physique is strong." "It's useless for a long time, but wouldn't it be nice to be sober?"

When the physique is getting stronger and stronger, the professionals will become more and more awake, it will be difficult to get confused, they will not have to sleep, they will not be able to shake their nerves when they are full of alcohol, they will think faster, the psychedelic drugs will lose their effect, sometimes they will be proud of it, the wizards can stay sane around the clock, their concentration can be maintained, sometimes they think that it is a kind of torture, sobriety means unforgettable, everyone will find a way to live, the kind that suits them best, they have a lot of time, a lot of time.

The two of them leaned against the guardrail next to the boat, looking at the scenery from the shore, and the lights were still not dense, only shining through the bar and hotel.

It's a windless and cloudless night, there are people walking around the roof, taking their pets, climbing over the parapet, stepping on the edge of the metal guardrails and pipes and ladders designed on the wall, the time is already two o'clock in the morning, but there are still young people with excess energy shuttling through the high wall, it is a parkour runner who pursues a sense of freedom in the dead of night, probably very exciting, no one around, the roof that was not designed to walk at all, enjoy the feeling of breaking away from gravity, the wind blowing on the face.

Only occasionally disturbing the people, the noise caused by these people is not loud, only a small noise that lasts for a few seconds for the residents of the top floor, but sometimes there are guys resting on deck chairs on the roof.

No matter what kind of one-person world you have, it will come to naught with strangers breaking in.

Even at this time, there was still light shining through the windows of the houses, and in the darkness, the white light was very obvious.

The gray mist gradually rose, blocking the view, and the perception of the two wizards was still so clear, the gray-white stone walls, the flat or arched tiled roofs, the wooden signs and other pendants engraved with the names of the shops, the constant runes made a faint glimmer of light that was small enough to see the large characters, the cats and dogs began to chase each other, the greenery swayed in the salty hot and humid sea breeze, and those with the nicknames "Steel Helmet" and "Marbles" grew The saline-alkali coastal plants of the fruit are swaying, the sanitation workers clean up the garbage, dump the garbage cans into the garbage trucks, the shore, the special high-strength stone pillars and ropes together, fix the hull, of course, are small fishing boats, the wharf or the government or self-built, but the self-built is not as professional as the professional, some wharves only have pillars, so that the boat does not float away the pillars, that is either not enough working hours, or it is made by lazy people: because they can walk on the water, often some people are too lazy to build more formal.

The wharf of the big ship is naturally more professional, the pillars are thicker, the cargo boxes are more, the transportation is more convenient, and different models also need to be seated, and the fishery law directly limits the shipbuilding specifications.

Albert is undoubtedly a big ship, farther from the shore, only the water depth in this farther position can accommodate the 74 meters long, 28 meters high hull, its double main swing height is 40 meters and 50 meters respectively, so it may not be intuitive———— its length is equal to 24 stories high residential building, width is equal to a main road, swing up to 30 times your height, this dark brown wood with iron hull giant is almost the world's aircraft carrier, this model, there are three docks.

A crew with supernatural powers means that there is no shortage of fresh water at sea, the wind can be directed in the direction of the target, and as long as there is enough food, it will not be much less endurance than a modern ship of the 21st century.

The big guy named "Kurt" will be put to the test even more severely, and its low cargo damage rate and sailing record prove its reliability.

In the words of the crew member who guided the two to the ship, [Cott] is the most perfect royal sister beauty.

The deck that has been wiped clean and tidy is the delicate face of the beauty, people can't help but want to caress it, but they are always afraid that the rough palm will stain it, the high swing is her deep eyes, and she can always see the distant scenery, she is excited, swaying, eager to sail far away, ropes and huge fishing nets also set off the streamlined perfect figure, the waves will always beat the loyal canine girl who will only follow the command for a long time and slightly haggard body, as long as it is a man, he will feel pity, especially the bow, the best place, the big, but just enough to grasp the rudder, the touch is warm and smooth, not the slightest stiffness, after being exposed to the sun for a long time。。。

Well, that's the exact words.

Well, it was indeed a ship, and at midnight he was lucky enough to see the guy writing love poems, and there was a good chance that he would be the captain of this voyage, at least the technique must be professional.

Then, when he knew that the captain's last name was [Kurt], his expression was (●—●), and when he heard the crew say that the captain was drunk and often held the mast portrait and gnawed wildly, his expression was (?_?) Finally, when he learned that the old bachelor captain often claimed to paint a portrait of a ship, but painted a girl and showed it everywhere? (?﹃??) of,Forget it.,Isn't it just an otherworldly ship mother?,Let him go.。。。

Oh yes, it is said that this guy used to be normal, and the change began with the tenth (9th) dump, when the seventy-year-old young captain sat in the bow of the ship, and realized the truth under the rudder, drank for two days and two nights, and finally came to his senses, and bluntly said that the boat was true love———— and everyone thought it was a joke at the time.

"It's late, it's time to rest, we'll get up early tomorrow. Albert pressed Cecilia, who was staring at the top of the mast, "I don't know how the food is going on the ship." "Ahh~ I know, I know. ”

They were about to leave, when suddenly, a black cat sprang out of the neatly arranged wooden box next to the fence.

It had a very spiritual bag around its neck, and it walked around the two of them, stretched out its claws and pulled out five copper coins, and called out to them, knowing that they understood.

Albert casually threw out a whole grilled fish, which was not eaten after the grill.

It quickly took the stairs that had not been evacuated along the side of the ship to the port dock and climbed down and hid in the fog.