There was too much money in the piano case to pack it up. Yang Zhenyu put 100 and 50 in his pocket, and put the rest into his schoolbag. He reported to Fang Yan: "Big brother, you earned more than 3,000. ”

"One and a half. ”

"Huh?"

Yang Zhenyu forgot about paying rent before, and he didn't plan to ask for a dollar. He now wholeheartedly wants to worship Fang Yan as a teacher. When he heard that he was going to divide half of the money, he was a little moved and a little arrogant, and said, "I don't want money." However, I have to pay the rent tomorrow, and there is still more than 300 left, so you can lend me 500 first. ”

"Don't bother, half for one person. Fang Yan's voice was very kind, and it was impossible to refuse.

Zhenyu didn't want to talk about money anymore, so he asked, "Where do you live?"

Knowing that Fang Yan had just arrived in Jiangdong and had no place to live, Yang Zhenyu was simply happy to descend from the sky, like picking up a jade golden Buddha, and he couldn't close his mouth with joy. Live in my house, stay in my house, he said.

"Inconvenient, right?"

"How inconvenient, I rented the house outside, just myself. It's just a bit messy. ”

Yang Zhenyu couldn't wait to tie Fang Yan up with a rope and imprison him in the basement and let him teach him to play the piano. Fang Yan was not an inkblot person, and when he saw that he was sincere, he agreed.

Yang Zhenyu pushed out a tricycle from the darkness like a trick, and moved speakers, batteries, guitars, microphone stands, music stands, and wires into several balls.

He pedaled the tricycle hard, loaded with Fang Yan, and rode leisurely through the downtown area.

The two chatted as they walked. Yang Zhenyu is 21 years old and a native of Jiangdong. Fang Yan is 22 years old, a native of Yanjing, who came to Jiangdong City to play and never went to university. Fang Yan thought, don't talk about being in prison, and scare him again.

People who have been in prison seem to be inferior all their lives.

The tricycle was slow, and after more than half an hour, it stopped outside a small alley.

Fang Yan was very surprised, in the bustling Jiangdong City, there was such a broken place.

It's an urban village, not far from the city center, but it's not very convenient and very shabby. There are a few large willow trees, small shops and grocery stores are not closed, and all kinds of small restaurants are open. The lights are dim. Small stalls of barbecue, fried stinky tofu, and fried dumplings and fried rice are lined up, and all kinds of flavors gather together, and catkins are flying wildly.

There are several puddles on the ground.

There is a three-storey building on the street, a tube building, built by local villagers, and every window is lit, and the sound of noisy TV dramas can be heard.

Yang Zhenyu rented a house on the second floor for 500 per month. The two of them moved the speakers, batteries, and other things upstairs. As soon as he opened the door, Fang Yan was surprised to find that there was still a girl lying on the bed.

This is Yang Zhenyu's girlfriend, the skeleton is a little big, short hair, big eyes, and she looks good. She was playing with the iPad, and when she saw Yang Zhenyu enter the door, she put away her smile and was about to scold, when she suddenly saw Fang Yan, she didn't speak.

"Baby, this is my buddy, Fang Yan. Yang Zhenyu introduced it with a big grin, and said to Fang Yan. "This is my daughter-in-law, Xia Mo. ”

The two said hello. Fang Yan thought, this place can't sleep.

Xia Mo jumped out of bed, greeted Fang Yan, glared at Yang Zhenyu again, and said like a cannon: "Who is your daughter-in-law? I thought you wouldn't come back." Why are you coming back, why don't you die?"

Fang Yan said, "You talk, I'll go first." ”

"Don't go, don't go. ”

Yang Zhenyu was very thick-skinned, he grabbed Fang Yan, smiled at his girlfriend, and then bragged. Fang Yan played the piano so badly, sang a lot, the two took turns to sing, and with tacit understanding, they earned a lot of money.

"Sick. Xia Mo scolded.

"Really, I'll show you. Yang Zhenyu took out the money, spread it out on the bed, and displayed it seriously.

Fang Yan began to look at the room.

The room is spacious, with posters of Nirvana and Led Zeppelin on the snow-white walls.

Double bed, couch, a broken writing desk, several chairs, a small dining table with a small electric gas stove and pots and pans, a water dispenser, a wardrobe and a simple hanger. There were a lot of books on the table and on the floor. There is also an old Apple notebook of the MacBook Pro on the desk, which is tattered and old.

There is also a piano bag for an electric guitar in the corner.

This room has no toilet and kitchen, it is all communal. If you want to take a bath, you have to go to the public bath outside. But 500 yuan a month is also very cheap.

The room was tidy, with a few washed clothes hanging and the air was humid. It seems that this Xia Mo cleaned it up.

Yang Zhenyu is a college student, in his third year of college, and he is a classmate of Xia Mo. In order to form a band and make music, he has not taken much classes, and he hung up 4 subjects last semester, but this semester he simply moved out and stopped attending classes.

Yang Zhenyu told his parents that he wanted to pursue his musical ideals and was ready to drop out of school. His parents were furious and refused to give him living expenses, and his credit card was stopped. Yang Zhenyu ran out of food, and he couldn't pay the rent this month, so he had to go out and sing.

Fang Yan was a little confused. It's easy to do odd jobs and part-time jobs to make money, which is much better than selling songs. His brother Shen Boyuan worked like this from the beginning.

Yang Zhenyu has a stubborn temper, is not angry, has no ability, and has to drop out of school, Xia Mo is very aggrieved. Speaking of sadness, she whimpered and cried, Yang Zhenyu coaxed hard, and finally broke into laughter.

Xia Mo's mouth is hard, but her heart is very soft. She looked for Yang Zhenyu today to send him rent.

Yang Zhenyu has already counted the money, a total of 3,550 yuan. Among them, Fang Yan earned 3,549 yuan, and Yang Zhenyu earned 1 yuan.

"I've had enough, I've done my best. I can't hold on anymore. Just wait for me to break up with you. Xia Mo said, crying again.

Zhenyu coaxed with a shy face: "Baby, we have made a fortune." I'll do the math with you, if you count 3,000 a day, that's 90,000 a month, how many people in the whole Jiangdong can earn 90,000?"

"Who is your baby," Xia Mo felt numb, glanced at Fang Yan, and scolded. "It's disgusting, get out!"

Yang Zhenyu and Fang Yan didn't have dinner, it was already past 11 o'clock, Yang Zhenyu had a treat and gave Fang Yan a reception. The small restaurant is very cheap, Yang Zhenyu ordered pot-wrapped meat, boiled fish, preserved egg tofu, bitter gourd scrambled eggs, soy sauce fried rice, plus beer for 140.

Most of the people living in this village are young people who have come to the city to work hard, and they drink heavily, shouting and drinking, and there is a lot of commotion, which is full of vitality.

Fang Yan had just left the prison, and looking at this scene, it was like an empty dream.

Yang Zhenyu said that the family across the door from his house had just moved out, and Fang Yan could rent it. Because this empty room is facing the sun, it will be a little more expensive, 650 yuan, and you can bargain to 600. Fang Yan felt quite reliable.

In prison, except in very special circumstances, it is impossible for an inmate to drink alcohol. After Fang Yan drank a large bottle of beer, he felt a little dizzy. He ended up squeezing into Yang Zhenyu's cabin, the sofa was too soft, and he slept deeply.