Guangzhou in July is hot and humid.

Huang Feng walked alone on the street, looking at everything unfamiliar.

It is very feeling to listen to the popular songs that I have been familiar with since I was a child, and of course, I can sing some of them myself.

He only had a few dozen dollars in his pocket.

Walking past a palatial five-star hotel, he coughed a few times and passed by.

Here, it doesn't have much to do with him for the time being, although he thinks that he will have something to do with it in the future.

Wander in the sky! Humming the pop song, he looked around for a small hotel.

Finally saw one.

"One hundred yuan a room, no less!" The voice of the proprietress came.

Huang Feng pinched the ticket in his pocket.

"Isn't there a room for one or twenty dollars?" He asked.

On the train, he had heard that there was a room like that.

"That, Da Langpu, in the suburbs, at the junction of urban and rural areas, but is it suitable for you to be a student? It's all from the countryside, and it stinks! We have a good condition here and it is very clean! The proprietress was shaking her head.

Huang Feng drooped his head and walked out.

He didn't give up yet, and walked down a small alley.

On the train, I heard those Sichuan migrant workers say that if you want to be cheap, you should go to the cage dwelling and board house dwelling at the junction of urban and rural areas, and if you are in the city, those small hotels deep in the alleys are cheap.

In the depths of the alley, he finally found one.

"The cheapest sixty-one rooms, depending on you are a student, there is not much money, the most discounted, you can not charge your deposit!" The middle-aged male boss said.

Huang Feng touched his pocket, and the last fifty yuan he had to eat.

He sighed, "Thank you! ”

He turned and walked out.

He walked down the street, it was evening, the sun was still like blood, and he remembered his sophomore year in high school.

The first time I went to Liu Yi's house for dinner.

Liu Yi has graduated, he won the admission of the main big media in China with the first grade in the class, and went to the front line of foreign countries to do news on the spot, if he can come back in the future, he will have unlimited prospects.

Liu Yi's phone is a foreign number, when Huang Feng was at school, Liu Yi called Huang Feng, and Huang Feng has no money to call him now.

Huang Feng also had no one to ask for help, he didn't have any acquaintances in this city, and in order to repay the money, he felt that he couldn't leave the city.

The city was full of life, and although he had nothing at the moment, he was starting to try to fall in love with it.

It was unwilling blood to boil in the body.

In his ears, he heard the sound of a guitar.

His guitar was at home and didn't come out of it, and he walked over.

It was also a young man, playing and singing there, and Huang Jiaju's "Glorious Years" played the tune.

"There is only a residual body in the day, in this glorious time, hold yourself free in the wind and rain!"

Huang Feng suddenly fell into a trance.

He also plays this song very well, and he also likes to listen to others play it.

At the end of the song, Huang Feng suddenly burst into tears.

The singer was a little surprised, looked at him, and continued to play.

This singer prefers the genre of light rock, and almost all of them are songs like this.

After a few songs, Huang Feng felt that he didn't give money, so he was embarrassed, so he turned around.

"Hey, brother, can you play it, or do you want to play it!" The singer smiled at him.

This singer has short hair, but it looks like a real vicissitude, and his skin is very dark, but he feels like a Sven.

"Okay!" Huang Feng didn't shirk either, he hadn't touched the guitar for a long time.

Some people gathered around, all full of curiosity, and it seemed to be an interactive show.

"Give you a song, which is also a family horse, goodbye ideal!" Huang Feng smiled, he was very handsome, he smiled cleanly, and with the bookish spirit and typhoon that he had cultivated at Jingbei University in the past two years, everyone applauded.

"Sitting alone on the side of the road, the cold wind blows and wakes up

Silently accompanied by my lonely shadow

I just want to hug him tightly and tell the bitterness

It was at this moment that I remembered the past

There is a rush in my heart

Leave that reality aside and have no worries

It's as if you have everything around you

It seems to be building a barrier with others

Fill the empty glass with a few spirits

Wash away sorrow through the wine

Old friends will meet again

I hope to gather together and tell each other about the past! ”

"One more!" When the song ended, Huang Feng bowed his head there and thought about it, and after a period of silence, the audience roared.

"Go on!" The singer said, smiling.

Huang Feng also smiled at him, thinking of the thirty yuan in his pocket, thinking of his stomach that was about to growl, thinking of his college life a few days ago, the pride of the sky, thinking of the contract between the wholesale boss and himself, thinking of his parents who moved to a single room, and thinking of his dreams and the end of the world.

He continued to play.

One song, one song after another!

played five songs in a row, and he moved the audience.

They also put money in front of him.

As night fell, the crowd dispersed.

Huang Feng got up.

"Hey, buddy, the money is yours, yes, it's probably more than a hundred,!" The singer picked up the money in front of Huang Feng.

"This is your territory, I'm just a guest guest!" Huang Feng smiled.

"That's not good, the rivers and lakes are drifting, they are all brothers, it seems that you have also encountered something, rely on your parents at home, rely on friends when you go out, you accept this money, if you have difficulties, tell me!" The singer said.

Huang Feng looked at him, that kind of eye was very trusting.

Huang Feng took the money he handed over, after all, he needed this money, he sighed, "It's hard to say!" ”

"Why don't we go have a drink, there is a Hunan restaurant where I live, it's delicious, let's go together, I'll have a treat!" The singer said.

Huang Feng looked at him, it was better to meet than to meet by chance, it was also fate.

Together with the singer, he cleaned up the stall, the singer carried the stereo, Huang Feng helped him carry the guitar, and they got on the bus together.

The car drove many stops and came to a place close to the suburbs, where it felt like a place full of out-of-towners, and there were a lot of simple apartment buildings for rent.

They walked into an alley and came to the Hunan restaurant.

The restaurant is not big, but clean, and the owner has a Hunan accent.

"Fellow, let's have a chopped pepper fish head, spicy tofu, a few cold dishes, and a few bottles of beer!" The singer said.

"Wow, Zhang Jie, you made a fortune today, okay!" The boss said.

The dish was served quickly.

The singer's name is Zhang Jie, Huang Feng knows it, and they all chatted briefly on the way.

Now, they are even more open to the wine and food.

Huang Feng told him his story, and Zhang Jie also told his story.

Bottles of beer opened, and they didn't seem to be drunk, as if each person had drunk five or six bottles, and it was okay.

"I can drink more than ten bottles, believe it or not!" Zhang Jie slurred his speech.

"I believe it, but I have a maximum of six bottles, and if I have more, I will get drunk!" Huang Feng also slurred his speech.

"You've had six bottles, and you're not drunk?" Zhang Jie continued.

"That is, there are fewer than a thousand glasses of wine for a confidant!" Huang Feng said.

Yes, out of society, I drank more than in school.

They laughed.

Zhang Jie's story is not simple, he has always wanted to be a singer, and he has been learning musical instruments and singing since he was a child.

But he couldn't be admitted to the conservatory, he tutored twice, but he couldn't get in, so he had to give up.

He performed in his hometown for two years, going to dance halls and other entertainment occasions, and then he didn't want to live in that place for the rest of his life, so he decided to find his ideal and came to the south.

In the south, he practiced himself by singing on the streets every day, and also went to some audio-visual production companies to try his luck.

However, the other party ignored him.

"Some companies gave me a suggestion, saying that I could produce tapes at my own expense, if it was a cover song, it would be about fifty or sixty thousand, and the studio rent, band and production costs, etc., were all included, and they were responsible for promotion, making money, half of it, of course, if it was an original song, the cost would be higher, I could write it myself, or I could ask someone to write it myself." Zhang Jie said.

"The original song can't be organized, I can't afford to hire a big name to write lyrics and songs, the things of general songwriters, it is estimated that it is difficult to be popular, I can write tunes myself, but I can't fill in the lyrics, I estimate that even if it is made, it will be difficult to live, the public does not accept it, you see the popular ones on the street, they are all Hong Kong typhoons, how can there be our original world, not to mention, our original, it is indeed not good!" Zhang Jie was drunk, and his head was drooping.

The lights are dim, and the table next door is full of part-time workers, they are also drinking, and they are also chatting, all of which are some part-time jobs, hometown things.

Huang Feng thought of his own experience, everyone has dreams and their own experiences.

"I'm trying to sell singing, hoping to save money to make a tape that covers meteor tracks, I also hope that it's hot, if it's hot, I'll have money, and I can realize my dreams, I can also be like Wang Jie, like Zhang Yusheng and them, my future is not a dream, whether I really have nothing!"

As he spoke, he fell.

He lay his head on the table, and finally said, "Your problem is not simple, why don't you mix with me first and work hard to make money together, Guangzhou is full of opportunities!" ”

This guy, who lifts weights lightly, feels that his ideal is difficult to achieve, and Huang Feng's money is simple.

Huang Feng continued to drink, Zhang Jie drank much more than him just now, and now, Huang Feng seemed to be very sober.

Yes, compared to Zhang Jie's question, Huang Feng felt that his problem was indeed not big, wasn't it just a few million yuan.

He drank again.

Then he collapsed on the table as well.

I don't know how long it took, but the boss was shouting, "It's closed, Zhang Jie, you guys go home, ah!" ”

Zhang Jie woke up suddenly.

He looked at Huang Feng with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, brother, come and live with me, and let's sing together in the future! Half the rent for one person! He said.

Huang Feng woke up and seemed to understand.

"Good!" He got up.

Walking into the seven-story apartment and looking at Zhang Jie's simple bedroom, Huang Feng knew that he didn't have to sleep under the overpass tonight, and the place he was originally optimistic about was under the overpass.

The room was messy, but fortunately it wasn't weird, there was a small bed, a table, a cupboard, just the most music stuff and books.

"Let's squeeze together, as for the hot water, the bathroom, don't think about it, anyway, there is a common one on each floor, you have to take a bath, there is a common kitchen over there, boil the water and wash it!"

Zhang Jie said, and then he fell down and fell asleep.

Huang Feng walked to the public kitchen over there, and saw that there was gas, a pot and a kettle, it was one o'clock at the moment, no one came to use the fire, Zhang Jie told him which pot belonged to them.

He boiled a pot of water, mixed it with cold water, carried it in a large plastic bucket, and walked to the bathroom.

He wants to take a good bath.

I haven't taken a shower in days.

After washing and changing into clean clothes, he sat in the hallway outside, looking at the starry sky overhead.

This is the junction of urban and rural areas, but fortunately there are not too many neon lights, and in the urban area, it is impossible to see the starry sky, and the light pollution is too serious.

At this moment, all around was dim, the street lamps were dim, the lights of the buildings were dim, and he looked at the stars above his head, twinkling and twinkling, distant, but as before, he was suddenly full of hope.

Everything is a miracle, I didn't sleep on the street, I can still take a bath, I have a bed to sleep in, isn't it a miracle.

Hopefully, I can get a bigger miracle.

His heart was full of hope, and then he went back to sleep, over there, Zhang Jie was already snoring, and everything was bearable.