After sleeping for less than 4 hours, the alarm clock went off, the sky outside the window was still gray, Ye Tang changed his clothes, finished grooming, sorted out the textbooks he was going to take to school, closed the door, and went downstairs. The mobile phone showed that it was 7 o'clock, and she was walking to school to nibble on the bread she hadn't eaten yesterday, and Yuan's face naturally appeared in her mind.

"Source? I really haven't heard Chinese for a long time. ”

Ye Tang checked the money in his bag and quickened his pace.

Wang Yuan on the other side had just extinguished the lamp, closed the curtains, and was about to go to bed for a while, but fortunately there was no class in the morning. He set the alarm clock, clicked on the song he had just recorded, and in a daze of consciousness, the melody was still playing. Four hours later, he got up, and the first thing he did when he got out of bed was to read through the words he had written again, replacing many of them.

He simply ordered himself a bowl of noodles and finished sorting things, and only at about 12 o'clock did he leave for school.

After the afternoon class, he went to the supermarket to buy some fresh vegetables as usual, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Ye Tang standing there,

"Ye Tang?"

"Ah, you're here, pay back your money."

Wang Yuan nodded and took the money she handed over.

"The price of this bread is a bit expensive, I scared you yesterday."

"Well, it's okay, do you buy groceries here every day?"

"Well, I'm not used to it."

“…………”

“…………”

"Then I'm gone, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Wang Yuan looked at her departing back and the cheapest bread in her hand, and felt that he was a little hypocritical, and on the way home with vegetables, he received a phone call,

“Roy！ We have a show at the bar in the evening, do you want to come and play? ”

That was the first friend Wang Yuan made, named Frank, a native American, and they were very chatty, and they had many similar ideas and attitudes towards music.

"Okay, what time is it?"

"My friend, be enthusiastic, at 8 o'clock in the evening, leave you time for a song to show yourself, get ready, I'm sure everyone is willing to listen to you sing."

When Wang Yuan arrived at the bar, there were already a lot of people inside, and although he was wearing a mask, Frank easily recognized him.

"Roy, here."

Wang Yuan followed his voice and saw them arranging their musical instruments and walked over. Helping to put the drum kit or something on the designated seat, I saw Frank come over with a mysterious face.

"I heard them say that the owner of this Qing bar is Chinese."

"Huh?"

"Yes, this Qing bar has been open here for several years, and the teachers and sisters often come here to perform, and it is said that there are some Chinese snacks that are very good, and you can identify whether they are authentic or not."

"Okay."

The performance started on time at 8 o'clock, Wang Yuan sat down and ordered a glass of juice to drink. When the music plays, the lights converge on the small stage, and the metallic blue color forms the simplest but most enthusiastic stage effect. The first song is "Fire", which is just used to blow up the field,

“Oh if there's one thing to be taught

Oh, if there's one thing to remember, it will be

it's dreams are made to be caught

Dreams are meant to be chased

and friends can never be bought

It's hard to change friends

Doesn't matter how long it's been

It doesn't matter how long it takes

I know you'll always jump in

I know you're going to get into it

'Cause we don't know how to quit

Because we don't know how to give up

Let's start a riot tonight

Let's indulge tonight

a pack of lions tonight

Let's be like wild lions tonight

…………”。

The lyrics of this song are very appropriate for this night. He remembers someone saying that they like to listen to rock or heavy metal songs and do what they like, and this kind of sound that bursts in the ears does not make people irritable, but more calm. Just like everyone's own world, it seems extremely calm to outsiders, but only you know how hot and magnificent your heart is.