It was a very exciting day, and before class in the afternoon, I stood on the podium and shouted loudly, "I'm fucking free", and then laughed again, and my classmates all looked at me with strange eyes, and they all talked about "This guy is crazy after living on campus?" "Surely crazy, let's call the madhouse"! How would they know how good I am, let's put it this way, I lived in the school for a week, and now when I go out, I see the sow and think it's beautiful!

After school in the evening, Xia Zichen left in a hurry, he was like this during this time, when the bell rang after school, he left the school in the wind, and he didn't have time to say a word to him.

In the end, Zhang Xiaohua took me to the familiar rice noodle shop, saying that he wanted to pick me up and wash the dust, but I actually refused at that time, this guy is so kind? I was thankful that it didn't hurt me, but in the end he said he would pay, and my legs went uncontrollably with him to the rice noodle shop.

When the owner of the rice noodle shop saw me, he kept asking me why I hadn't come during this time, "because I live in ......" before he finished speaking, when Zhang Xiaohua grabbed the words and said, "He went in recently, and he just came out today." What he said was so serious, the shopkeeper looked at me with strange eyes, I looked at Zhang Xiaohua with a blank face, Nima, can he speak human words, what goes in and out, and he said this, it made me feel like I had committed some crime and lived in a cell for a few days, as if I had just been released from prison today.

After eating rice noodles, before I could wipe my mouth, Zhang Xiaohua suddenly picked up his schoolbag, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and ran away......

"it"......

After getting home, I couldn't wait to turn on the computer, log in to QQ, and eagerly want to chat with Gege, it's been a week, this kind of love is simply a kind of torture.

When I opened the dialog box, this guy didn't send me a message, the chat history is the night of the last time I went to the Internet café, I was a little disappointed, maybe because she knew that I had recently lived in school, and I couldn't reply to the message I sent, I sent her a few words hastily, and turned off the computer.

I'll think about what this guy is doing now, what she's eating for dinner, whether she misses me, how she's feeling lately, but that's an online romance, and without saying it, you'll never know what's going on.

Lying on the bed, my eyes unconsciously looked at the poster on the wall, except for beyo

Most of the posters of D are d, as well as guns and roses, nirvana, manson, and so on. It was these great bands that accompanied me through those long years, and I always used them to motivate myself, and I also wanted to form a great rock band, and I would be the band leader and lead guitarist.

However, for a long time, I had no teammates, only myself in that long dark night, confiding my emotions with the guitar, until I went to Xintiandi and found a teammate, I was no longer playing the guitar alone, I had a bass and drummer, and I had the feeling of a team, although I didn't like the popular style of Lu Traveler, but it was better than me being alone in the corner.

Thinking of Xintiandi, I can't help but sigh with emotion, and suddenly remembered that Xintiandi still has the last week of business, and then it will cease to exist, calculate the time, I have only been in school for a week, and now Xintiandi does not exist?

Complicated feelings prompted me to call Brother Lin immediately, after the phone was connected, there was a noisy guitar, drums, and cheers of the crowd, I was very relieved, Xintiandi still exists, and later Ringo told me that this is the last cry of Xintiandi, and after that, it will make history.

Putting down the phone, I have mixed feelings, should I go to see Xintiandi for the last time? I don't think I can do it, I can't accept it, and my eyes are resting on the wall full of posters, on which the band members are more or less, either disbanded, or, the band soul either committed suicide, or died unexpectedly.

This is very similar to Xintiandi Bar, whether you have been glorious or lonely, after all, one day, you will become a thing of the past, and you will exist in people's memories, beyo

D's lead singer Huang Jiaju, Nirvana's lead singer Kurt, and Queen's Uncle Bucktooth, aren't they all like this? At the height of their glory, they left this world and went to a higher place to pursue their music.

My eyes slowly swept away, and I stopped at the poster in the far corner, a tall man with a white mask on his face and a long barrel hat with a white KFC on his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, he is a guitarist in the United States, and my favorite guitarist, how much do you like it? Once for a month, he didn't do anything every day, he practiced his tunes, I have to say, his tunes are particularly difficult, but because I liked it too much, I persevered, and then slowly found that in the process of practicing his tunes, my guitar level has also made great progress, his name is buckethead, we all call him bucket brother or chicken bucket brother, because he always carries a bucket, and his outfit remains unchanged all year round, so that no one knows his true face.

His performance is superb, in the hearts of people who like him, it is also a god-like existence, his works are changeable, but there is a characteristic, listening to his works, you can always hear a kind of loneliness, yes, this virtuoso is at least very lonely, otherwise how can he make himself the same as Bai Wuchang, always wearing a mask, there is a classic saying from him in the market "Don't wear a mask, it's a real me, wear a mask, be a self that follows your heart"!

At this moment, his words make me think a lot, how many of us can live according to our hearts now? How many people can stick to their pursuits? Or do you just go with the flow?

As I grew older, I began to be obsessed with pure music, especially guitar playing, although music has no borders, no distinction between high and low, but I think, or pure music is a higher realm, it has no lyrics, only the melody that is like a complaint, it creates a different scene, so that you have a sense of substitution, listening to pure music, can remind you of your story, or sadness, or joy, compared to ordinary songs, it has no limitations, so that the listener has infinite reverie.

When I was about to close my eyes, a thought suddenly flashed through me, why not form a pure music band? For example, Brother Barrel, I like him so much, I can completely imitate his outfit and even play his tunes. At least the appearance can attract the eye.

If we can really compose, maybe we can be liked when we arrive in Xintiandi, and we can save Xintiandi's life, I began to get excited, and called Brother Lin again, telling him what I thought, Brother Lin was silent for a while, and then said, "Then you can try."

I breathed a sigh of relief that I needed to find my drummer and my bass player.

Looking at the barrel brother on the wall, he said to himself, "It seems that I'm going to be you, thank you".

(Maybe when I read it, I feel that what I wrote is off topic, or even a foot in the sky, maybe I want to express too many things, and finally, I still hope that friends who see this chapter can listen to buckethead's music, and they will not regret it, the second half of this chapter was originally not this paragraph, but I really want to pay tribute to this lonely guitar master, he, really, really awesome.)