Fang Yan and Yuan Yuan went to Tamsui Street to buy a piano bag.

This Martin's piano case is custom-made, large and heavy, and it is very difficult to carry it when I usually go to the bar to sing.

Fang Yan went to the black and white piano shop first, but actually locked the door. It seems that Lao Zhao is still falling out of love. He went to the ruins of the piano store again, picked and chosen, and chose a 40-inch guitar backpack from Martin's original factory, which was thick and lightweight, very expensive, and 500 yuan after discounting.

The 4 bosses of the Ruin Piano Shop are all box piano masters, and they played with Fang Yan's limited edition Martins one by one, and they were full of praise one by one. We met for the second time and got acquainted with a lot.

"Light and clear!"

The bearded keyboard brother corrected: "Hey, it's really uneducated, that's called crystal clear, crystal clear!"

"It's crunchy, sweet and soggy. ”

"It's cool, it's deep, it's deep. ”

“……”

Fang Yan was a little devastated. The adjectives of the big brothers of the Ruins Band are too limitless.

When the two walked out of Tamsui Street, it was already dusk, and there was a small vendor outside the subway entrance. There are strawberries, grapes, and tomatoes, fried stinky tofu, and kebabs, as well as pancakes, grilled cold noodles, and egg scones. Smoky fire, a peaceful atmosphere of life.

"I'm hungry. Yuan Yuan said, looking at a small tricycle selling pancakes, looking very pitiful.

"Buy a pancake?"

"You eat, hehe, I'll take two bites. ”

Fang Yan went to the stall and asked for a pancake.

He likes Yuan Yuan the most. Although this girl was born in a rich family, she is not squeamish at all. She can live in a comfortable five-star hotel, in a dilapidated tube building in an urban village, with some boiling water and a towel to wipe her face, she also lives. At the food stall on the side of the road, she sat down and ate meat, and she didn't dislike it at all.

Fang Yan thought that when Su Su was in high school, when he saw the pancake vendor, he always avoided it with contempt.

"Wow!"

A spoonful of bean batter was poured onto the round pan and hissed, and the pancake master put on a hat and spread the batter evenly with a small wooden rake.

"The chengguan is here!"

In the distance, I don't know who shouted, and suddenly the streets were in chaos.

……

On Monday night, Fang Yan went to the nameless tavern to sing. Yuan Yuan was in a hurry to do her homework at school and didn't come. Yang Zhenyu: They have all arrived.

Fang Yan changed to a new guitar, a shotgun was replaced, and the effect of the performance exploded. Halfway through the last show, he said to the audience, "This song is called 'Pancake Blues.'" ”

In the nameless tavern where the black rumbling sounds, the guitar plays an Am chord, slowly and leisurely, and Fang Yan sings slowly with the sound of the piano, which has a sense of space.

"Spread the pancakes, the noodles should be good, and fill them with a big spoonful. The flames of the gas stove burned so loudly that an egg was poured on it. It's so beautiful to be yellow and white, sprinkle a handful of sesame seeds and turn it over. Brush the sweet noodle sauce with a layer and add some red chili sauce. ”

The lead singer sang, and the guitar in the chorus became intense, and Fang Yan changed it to rap:

"Sprinkle some coriander, sprinkle some green onions, and put a slice of crispy! steaming pancakes. ”

"Haha!"

The response from the audience was overwhelming. Everyone never thought that "Spread Pancakes" could be written as a song. And this song is very brisk, and it has a fragrant sense of picture, which arouses some people's appetite.

After singing a paragraph, Fang Yan added with a smile when he played the interlude: "It's not delicious, don't have money~~~"

The audience was very happy and coaxed: "It's delicious!"

“……”

Lao Liu was stunned. This "Pancake Blues" is indeed a traditional blues folk tune, with a very slow rhythm, melodious and moving, with a hint of comical cheerfulness. Could it be a song written by Fang Yan himself?

"I went out before dawn and got on my tricycle and went into town. Business is the most important thing in the morning, and I am busy from 7 o'clock to 9 o'clock. A set of pancakes sells for six dollars, and I can earn at least two dollars for one. I sell a hundred a day, standing on the side of the road from morning to night. ”

It was quiet in the bar.

"I don't stop all day! My son has to go to school! My daughter-in-law has to be treated! I don't feel tired from meowing......

……

The audience was silent.

Some sadness.

Fang Yan's voice became tired and old, as if he was the middle-aged man who was selling pancakes in the song, telling about the difficulties of life after a hard day. In order to treat his wife and study for his children, he gritted his teeth and persevered in adversity, and did not dare to relax all year round.

Fang Yan sang the third paragraph again, and his voice lowered.

"Brother Chengguan, you are doing well, I admit how much fine you pay. No one has been laid off for many years, and the whole family relies on this pancake stall. I don't steal or rob, and I don't complain no matter how hard my life is. …… Do you know that the chengguan said that you are talking nonsense! You have broken the law, do you know?"

……

The chengguan suddenly attacked and wanted to take away the middle-aged man's pancake stall and tricycle. The middle-aged man pleaded bitterly, but to no avail. Fang Yan's singing voice was very soft, completely singing the helplessness, humility, anger, and fear of the peddler.

It's still the original melody, but the style of painting has completely changed.

Fang Yan continued to sing in the tone of a peddler: "I was wrong! I don't dare anymore! You spare me! You leave me a way to live!"

“……”

The rap of the chorus, the first paragraph is very cheerful, and the second paragraph has the dignity of a man although helpless. But in these last few words, only despair remains.

The middle-aged man's pancake stand was taken away. He didn't dare to resist, he didn't dare to complain, he would only apologize and plead. In the desolate voice, there is also a bit of madness hidden.

Human dignity has been trampled to pieces.

Pancake Blues.

Fang Yan bought pancakes for Yuan Yuan yesterday and witnessed the scene of the chengguan taking away the hawker's tricycle. Let the stall owner beg bitterly, and the chengguan was unmoved.

After the chengguan left, Fang Yan asked him, "Uncle, why don't you get a business license?"

The stall owner sat on the side of the road in despair. It's not that he doesn't want to apply for a license, he ran many times, but he can't do it at all. The city of Koto is too big, and it is driving away small traders and hawkers from other places. His daughter-in-law was not in good health and went to the hospital every three days. He stalled pancakes to feed his family, and he has been struggling to support himself.

Fang Yan had a lot of cash in his pocket. He gave his uncle 1,000 yuan to buy another tricycle and set up a stall again. Although 1,000 yuan is not much, it can give him a little hope.

That night, he wrote the song.

He originally wanted to sing it to He Yu, but he felt that "Pancake" was more earthy, which did not fit He Yu's literary temperament, and it was a man's tone, so he sang it himself.

In the tavern, the guitar whimpered, like a sad sigh of a man, and gradually became intense, and after the last few rapid strums, it came to an abrupt end. When the lights came on, the audience was all red-eyed, and half of them wiped their tears. Everyone asked.

"Are you done?"

"And then, what happened to him?"

"It's so shameless!"

Fang Yan smiled and nodded to the audience, walked off the stage, and didn't say anything more. After singing, the wood has "then".

The matter of urban management law enforcement is everywhere, and people have long been surprised. "Pancake Blues" stirred up people's anger and sense of justice, and they began to think about social issues.

Bloody world.

But in reality, even if people see it with their own eyes, they are afraid that they will not be indifferent. Only when it is written as a song will it attract attention. It's ironic.

"Fang Yan, is this a song you wrote?" Xiao Mu wiped his red eyes and asked excitedly.

"Yes, just wrote. ”

"It's a great song, it's deep, it's simple, it's just 2 chords. I really didn't expect you to write songs so well. Chinese has too few narrative lyrics, all lyrical ......"

He also knows chords. Fang Yan asked, "Brother Xiaomu, you can also play the piano?"

"A little. ”

"Oh. ”

Xiao Mu was afraid of revealing his identity, so he quickly changed the topic and asked: "Xiao Yan, when will you sign up for "Chinese Singer"? The number of applicants has exceeded 20,000. ”

“……”

The fate between people is inexplicable. For example, Yuan Yuan, who happened to meet Fang Yan on the street and became his girlfriend, looks like she will live a lifetime.

Xiao Mu fell in love with Feng Lu, the assistant of SS TV, and always wanted to help her get Fang Yan.

Fang Yan is also thinking about participating in "Chinese Singer".

Yang Zhenyu and Yu Haiyang were moved by "Pancake Blues" and walked over to talk non-stop. Dingbo goes to the stage to sing, and the tiger helps him beat the tambourine.

Lao Liu was also shocked. He drank his beer and said drunkly, "Brother, you bought a pancake on the side of the road and wrote a song?

"I scribbled. ”

While chatting, a little boy about 15 years old suddenly ran over.