Han Xuejia found her thoughts from Marco's piano for a long time, and she was stunned for a long time.

There was the thud of pots and pans in the room, and a man's wail—

However, King, who is domineering and arrogant by nature, has a lot of respect for Marco. He knew that Marco's guitar level was definitely one of the best on the ground in Qingdao. He only served two kinds of people, those who played the instrument well, and those who were even more arrogant than him.

"Do you have any plans for the future?" , Han Xuejia asked Marco that they were walking on the way down the mountain.

"Horse—is that bastard okay?" , Bai Jing remembered Marco.

With his excellent guitar skills, he gradually became famous in the bars of Jinan, and slowly made many friends. Once, after a performance, a friend of his came and asked him to be the guitarist of their band, and Ah Feng readily agreed. In this way, he became a member of an underground band and quickly became the core of the band.

"Just listen to Eric Clapton's TearsInHeaven to know what feelings are. This guy has been unlucky to die all his life, and the people who have been involved with him have also been unlucky, and they are either dead or injured. After his son fell to his death from the 49th floor, he composed and sang this sad song by himself, which was really desolate and touching. ”

It's been there in about 10 minutes.

No one sympathizes with your colors

13 punk pursuits

"Their first single was called AnarchyIK. - 'British Anarchism', hehe, arrogant enough, right? Later, the single 'God Save the Queen' was released, which is also the most famous GodSavQueen. Hehe, don't think that these hooligans are really praying for their queen, the album's sleeve design is mischievous, and the queen's eyes and mouth are sealed by the notes 'GodSavQueen' and 'SexPistols' respectively. In the song, Lydon curses even more unscrupulously: 'God save the Queen! You don't have a future either! ’。 The funniest thing is that when the whole country celebrates the 25th anniversary of Queen Elizabeth II's accession to the throne, SexPistols' album actually rose to the top of the BBC radio charts at the same time, singing against the festive atmosphere of the government and the royal family, making the queen so angry that she almost died with a 'rattle'. So, the band was kicked out of England, and a disheartened Lydon disbanded the SexPistols in time, leaving the punk band with a good name untainted by the world. ”

evyouaresad，

"Because- 'blacksky' is a bunch of garbage, hehe, including me, you better look at me now." Marco smiled and pointed to himself.

Today is August 7, Han Xuejia's 22nd birthday.

"Please, you're on my back, it's really hot."

So, poor Du Hui was beaten a few times inexplicably, because Bai Jing either thought he didn't act like it, or he thought he acted too similarly, anyway, no matter how you look at Du Hui, it doesn't please the eye.

Bows and arrows made from the Stone Age should no longer be used.

As for the relationship between himself and Marco, although it is a little ambiguous, both of them know that this kind of care between friends is still far away from love.

"No, H University is still very good, at least much better than some pretentious universities. How many scientific research achievements and high-quality papers are there in these so-called 'world-famous universities'? I'm afraid that the sum of several schools is not as many as a second-rate university abroad! The state invests tens of billions of yuan in them, and they don't know how many heavy trucks they need to use to transport the money, but how much has they contributed to the country? I don't expect them to be able to breed a Nobel Prize like a donkey in the flock, so they should honestly calm down and do their studies, right? All day long, I know what kind of master's degree and what doctorate to recruit film and television stars and Olympic champions to come to this school to put on a show. The professors were also sweating profusely and busy plagiarizing, tired from back pain and leg cramps, and then ran to publish bad papers with no academic content, in fact, it was the layout he bought with his own money. In order to be promoted, he is unscrupulous, and his attainments are higher than his own academic level! These birdmen have easily cultivated a few better students, and they have all sharpened their heads and run abroad - of course, if these boys can't get along abroad and want to run back to China to contribute to the modernization of the motherland, we don't dislike it, and they are called 'turtles'. Haha, H University is not bad compared to these schools. Although there are no earth-shattering big contributions, small contributions have also been made. The biggest advantage is that H is easy to feed, unlike those universities like losers, the state allocates so much scientific research funds to them every year, and the devil knows what they do! So, I love H University, because there are so many beautiful women in H University - it's a pity that the beauties of H University don't love me, haha! ”

He came back at seven o'clock this morning. Last night, at the bar until three o'clock in the morning, Marco, as the band's guitarist and lead singer, sang nearly twenty songs by himself. After the performance, he rehearsed a few songs he wrote with the rest of the band, tossing and turning all night, and he was really tired.

"Have you eaten?" , Han Xuejia bent down and looked at the rice cooker, which was empty.

"Big brother, let me go! I beg you, I'm really in trouble! ”

"That's so interesting, what song did they sing?" , Han Xuejia began to be interested in these hooligans, alas, the little girl has fallen.

BecauseI‘measy，easygo

"Let's go, they went to Taitung to play. Well? What are you taking? A flower? Han Xuejia noticed something in Marco's hand that seemed to be a straw flower.

Marco bought it from a stall for three dollars.

Indeed, Du Hui, the former big pervert, has already changed his mind and is loyal to the revolution and the party. With his own red heart, Du Hui served Miss Bai Jing comfortably. In addition, Bai Jing's family education is very strict, even if he borrows the courage of this kid, he doesn't dare to spend his heart.

Han Xuejia couldn't help but smile, maybe they were also a good pair.

"He called me the other day and said there was a nice band looking for a guitarist and asked me to go over and give it a try."

Pity the poor old bachelor Lin Wuxin!

The girl is a keyboard, called Pan Qinglian. The little girl is quite wild and spicy, and compared to her, Bai Jing is simply a lady and a bird. Her arrogance is enough to make a good girl like Bai Jing dumbfounded.

It's past one o'clock in the afternoon.

She sighed and left the cafeteria with her plate.

apefromreality

"Punk is rebellion? Rebellious and hypocritical society? Seems to be about the same as a hippie? ”

"Huh? Are you there? Han Xuejia knocked on the door gently.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, Marco sent her a text message.

Why did you say it was so coincidental, Du Hui, who was staring at Bai Jing and thinking about it, was drooling, and before he understood why Marco was yelling just now, he felt a huge push on his buttocks. Marco, who was burned miserably, was full of power with his angry kick. Du Hui almost floated up, and flew directly in the direction of the person he wanted.

He was so tired.

Lin Wuxin has been talking nonsense for so long, and peace has already been restored in the hut-

"Why is my voice so messy?"

"You're more bohemian than you used to be." , Han Xuejia sighed softly.

Marco helped Han Xuejia adjust the posture of her fingers, and watched her play slowly. Han Xuejia's fingers are quite flexible and independent. Sure enough, as soon as the problem just now was eliminated, the song she played was already very clear and pleasant. Marco was a little amazed at the talent of this little girl, she only learned for three hours to be able to pop up such a level, which really made Marco unattainable and ashamed.

How many philosophers who think about it have been sent to a madhouse by the topic of love?

As for this scene, is it necessary to repeat it? Du Hui's strength and acting skills should be very clear to everyone, so let's only choose two shots.

The three of them usually joke like this, and Marco is used to hearing it. But Marco is still very orthodox in this regard, and he never makes such boring jokes.

This Marco has finally improved a little bit-

"Hey—I'm just giving an analogy—Ugh! You're trying to kill me—"

"That's nice, how long have you been learning guitar?" , Han Xuejia listened with her cheeks in her hands.

"Depending on the style of the song, you should change the dynamics at any time. For a more lyrical piece, you can play at a slower tempo and only pluck the high or middle high notes. If you need a strong sense of rhythm, bring bass, but not six per stroke. That said, not every strumming with bass. With a little more practice, you can make the rhythm more sufficient. ”

"Huh? 15 capsules? ”

When the two of them calmed down, Marco let go of his embrace, and Han Xuejia straightened his somewhat disheveled hair. The two of them were silent for a long time, and in the end, it was Han Xuejia who spoke first. She found that she couldn't even hate Marco.

"Yes, it's the center of rock 'n' roll in China, and maybe it's my dream. I have a friend there. ”

"Let's talk about the universe first, I know that the heavenly bodies are called the sun during the day and the moon at night. The earth is round, so it can be like a bowling ball in space orbit all the time grunting, rolling around the sun for a year, and rolling around itself for a day. What about life, I understand that people are born of human beings, demons are born of demons, we have to study hard, go up every day, the greatness of life, and the glory of death. As for love, I think this thing is purely a 'three-no product' with a very short shelf life, which will deteriorate after a while, and it is flammable and explosive! The word love stirred up the whole world to cry and cry, and corpses were everywhere. The most annoying thing is that this thing is particularly easy to smell, and it will be stained with copper if you are not careful. Even a battle-hardened old pervert like me couldn't figure out what this love was—", Marco looked like an old professor.

Don't think that happiness comes so easily, Du Hui has suffered enough in order to water and fertilize this thorny seedling. He carried forward the tenacious spirit of the dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, endured Bai Jing's countless sarcasm with a smile on his face, wasted bundles of roses and baskets of heart-shaped chocolates, and still persevered and worked hard. He wrote love letters day and night to show his determination, and because there was not much ink in his stomach, he simply held the Kangxi dictionary and copied almost all the complimentary words in it to Bai Jinggong neatly!

"How's last night's show? Did you go back? Have you had breakfast? ”

Perhaps Marco is also a guitar, and he can play both soft and beautiful melodies and bursts into violent and terrible rhythms.

"Tell me about it." , Han Xuejia listened reverently.

Shot 1:

Han Xuejia quickly mastered what Marco taught, which made Marco even more impressed with her. She understood what she thought was profound, and Marco sighed to herself.

"You're really a genius, I'm afraid you'll be able to play a good guitar in less than a year." , Marco looked at Han Xuejia, who was still lowering his head and stroking the strings, his eyes were fluttering and sneaky.

"Really? What are the five steps? ”

"Just let you listen to it. You've learned a lot today, and I'll teach you that when I have time. Marco had his hair cut and it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

3“blacksky”

Maybe Cupid, the goddess of love, is secretly drawing a bow and arrow, aiming at you with bad intentions, isn't it? I can't say when, as soon as the god of love let go, with a "whoosh", a hundred steps through the Yang, killing two birds with one stone! The heart of a man and the heart of a woman were pierced with the same arrow. After the two people bleed too much and lost the minimum ability to discriminate, they fell in love.

"Bosom friends are hard to find, and the song is high and low! You don't know art! Marco raised his sleeves, his face full of height.

Han Xuejia ran almost like crazy, and Marco ran a full mile before catching up with her. He grabbed Han Xuejia as soon as he could, and then hugged her tightly in his arms.

Could it be that memory is the destination of his soul?

"Close your eyes and I'll get you a present."

"Yes, you've learned three of the five steps, more than half of them. The fourth step is to make your guitar make a guitar sound, so that people can know that the sound is played by you with the guitar, not the erhu or pipa you play. ”

"Have you ever heard the saying that happiness is a frivolous prostitute, and pain is a melancholy poet. A prostitute can never be compared to a poet. ”

At the age of seventeen, Ah Feng stole his father's wallet while he was asleep and ran away from home. Since then, he has never returned to Hunan.

Han Xuejia is preparing to take the graduate school entrance examination at H University, so she is just like everyone else, repeating the boring review over and over again. After about two hours of watching advanced mathematics in the classroom, she felt very tired, rubbed her somewhat dry eyes, and sent a text message to Marco.

Fortunately, Lin Wuxin has been released from the insane asylum.

Han Xuejia didn't want to read anymore, so she climbed back into bed and turned on the computer to watch a movie for a while. As a result, as soon as she finished watching an episode of "The Love of the Red Bean Girl", Bai Jing called and asked her to go downstairs.

"I am and I am not."

"Do you think, if there is a married woman who is cheating with other men in fear, she is a thief, and she sees us prostitutes who can sleep with men freely, she will definitely be psychologically unbalanced! Society is a hypocritical slut who cheats behind her husband's back, but wants to clamp her thighs and insist that she is a virgin. However, this slut looks like a well-educated lady, she has set up towering chastity arches for herself, cheating with men, and pretending to hold "The Legend of the Martyr" and stick to women's ways. In this kind of society, of course, there is no room for such a rebellious punk prostitute. It's a pity that those noble and Sven women are only afraid of being even more degrading and lascivious than prostitutes. Marco's words were filled with cold arrogance and contempt.

He stayed up all night to read through the famous love passages in the "Book of Songs" and "Selected Words of Tang and Song Songs", and deeply studied Shakespeare's plays, Qiong Yao's romance novels and Xu Zhimo's poetry collection, wrote 100,000 words of reading notes, and comprehensively improved his literary accomplishment. You have hurt me, love, how do you want me to live this day? ”。

At that time, he was holding a bowl of porridge and was persuading Marco, who was already emaciated, to eat, but at this moment, Bai Jing and Han Xuejia entered the house. In an instant, Du Hui's kid was like being shocked, his eyes suddenly straightened, and a pair of small eyes stared at Bai Jing with a pair of confused eyes, spewing out pale green flames. The worst thing is that this kid is so emotionally involved that he even forgot the bowl in his hand.

"Well, I should go back, I'll get over there after a few meals." Marco picked up his guitar and walked back with her.

"Because I don't even know what I'm thinking, how can I use my guitar to tell someone what I'm thinking?!" , Marco spread his hands and said very seriously.

“Isthireallife

"The first step is to get a guitar, you can play a fart without a guitar! Hehe, you see, such an important step, haven't you already done it? ”

Why is his piano sound so violently manic? Wasn't it still so feminine just now? How can it be so broken and so tyrannical now? Is this catharsis, or ruined? Is it as cold as black iron, or as crazy as fire? Why does his voice feel so melancholy and fragile, yet so unruly and cold?

Ah Feng used the 400 yuan in his father's wallet to buy a guitar. He originally wanted to go to Beijing, but because the travel fee was not enough, he went to Jinan. Ah Feng, who had nothing to make a living, had to play and sing everywhere with his guitar, on the overpass, by the station, and on the street. Although life was difficult, Ah Feng never thought of giving up music and giving up this guitar, like he was born for it.

Wide-eyed staring for three seconds—

Han Xuejia has unconsciously blended into his piano sound.

"Really? Can you do it? ”

Marco took his Ibanez JS1000 off the wall and played her a short Prelude to HotelCalifornia, a difficult guitar solo.

Marco was still asleep.

Suddenly, both of them were stunned for a moment.

"No, last night's concert was too noisy and a little uncomfortable."

Sins, sins, sins! Lin Wuxin apologized.

Marco has rarely been back to the cottage lately. In addition to their daily performances, they are planning a rock festival with several other small bands. Marco was one of the main initiators, responsible for publicity and sponsorship. He's busy these days.

8 geniuses who learn guitar

"What do you think I'm doing?"

"Wait a minute. Put the food in the rice cooker and steam it first, otherwise it will be spoiled at night. ”

"Hehe, I found a problem, why do you care so much about that bastard?" , Bai Jing grimaced at Han Xuejia.

"I don't know, but I'm not going to give up on my guitar. Maybe to Beijing. Marco helped her carry the guitar on her back, and the mountain road was a little rough.

He couldn't help but think of the sarcasm of the Chinese underground rock band-

Well?

"yes, I remember a long time ago you said you wanted to learn guitar. A friend changed guitars a few days ago, so I asked for his original one for you. This acoustic guitar is a bit old, but the quality is good. I'll give it to you to learn guitar. Marco smiled and handed her the guitar.

"I—I don't understand." , Han Xuejia shook her head honestly.

This Bai Jing is a standard knife-mouthed tofu heart.

It's the 21st century, and it's time for Cupid's equipment to be updated, right?

"Huh?" , Han Xuejia looked at the snow cake in her hand and asked curiously, "How much?" ”

"Everyone is a punk, because everyone will have his own unique understanding of the world, will want to live as he wants, and will also have his own rebellion and pursuit. But no one is a real punk, because everyone lives in society and has to eat steamed buns to live. As a result, if you eat steamed buns one by one, people will slowly forget the 'punk' in their hearts, and become the walking dead they once despised and spurned, deceitful villains, corrupt officials and ruffians. Society is a big dye vat that will make everyone bow their heads – even those who think they are purebred punks. This is the power of the world, like a plague, and no one escapes its effects. Also, it's not punk to say it yourself, punk will never be happy and arrogant to show off to others, 'I'm the last punk in China!' Punk is going extinct, I'm rarer than a panda, come and worship me and protect me! A real punk should be painfully confused, and he will calmly think about a lot of heavy questions. However, after thinking about it, he went crazy, and in the end he didn't even know who he was. Hehe, that's punk. ”

"you, I won't drag it out if I'm dying of heat!" , Han Xuejia smiled and glanced at him, and bent down to help him bring out the dishes.

Then betray your beliefs, forget your dreams, and give up your pursuits!

"You're so disgusting, as soon as you say feed the dog, I don't have the appetite to eat snow cakes." , Han Xuejia smiled and helped Marco tear open a snow cake, just like feeding a puppy.

11easy，easygo

This is the first time in his life that he has hit a woman.

"Why? No feelings? ”

When she was ready, she lifted her heavy tote bag full of reference books and locked the door to her dorm room.

As soon as he heard Su Mei's words, Marco jumped in front of Han Xuejia like crazy, almost gnawed his mouth on her ear and roared-

"Smack!"

Han Xuejia got up early, she wore a pure white dress and a shawl with long hair, which was quite beautiful. She had been waiting for Bai Jing and them in the dormitory, and when she felt a little bored, she picked up the reference book on management and looked at the case.

Maybe this is the dream that Marco wants to pursue, that is, he hopes that one day he can also get ahead, really sing out of the bar, and drag on the difficult life. But Marco was also puzzled. Because once it really succeeds, then its own music will be completely wiped out by a contract from a commercial record company. Your singing path, timbre, style and repertoire will be determined by the record company, which will inevitably make your guitar lose its personality and thoughts, and become a tool for the record company to make money. Losing one's musical pursuits and identity, and compromising with the vulgar mainstream culture, is as painful for a rock band as it is to have no money to eat. The arrogant and rebellious underground music, the moment it turns into kitsch and weak pop music, the once punk spirit is dead.

His father was an idle man and a local ruffian. He rarely cares about Ah Feng's life, and often takes women home for the night, and when he gets drunk, he takes Ah Feng out of anger, insulting and reprimanding at best, and adding fists and kicks at worst. Ah Feng often prefers to spend the night alone on the street rather than go home.

Isthisjustfantasy

"Really?" Marco laughed a little desolately, he lowered his head and played the guitar, and sang the Bohemian Rhapsody—

"Yes, wait for me for a while."

"I have friends who do this. The benefits of their company every Spring Festival are piles of snow cakes, and he can't eat them and give them away, and if he can't send them, feed them to the dogs, hehe, and finally even their puppies vomit when they smell the snow cakes. Marco munched on the snow cake in a funny way.

"Today's はいいお天気ですね,Quietly,You're my little goblin.,Iloveyouforever!"

However, Han Xuejia doesn't understand what HardcorePunk, Post-Punk and Ska-Punk are. What is it? Han Xuejia only saw the chaotic psychedelic pattern and the glaring slogan on their poster-

"Why?"

"Why?" , Marco was overjoyed.

If there was no Su Mei at the beginning, Marco and Bai Jing might really be a happy couple.

Success is failure, blooming is death.

"I didn't expect Du Hui to be so handsome!" , Han Xuejia couldn't help but smile when she looked at Du Hui's funny appearance.

The two of them found a shade and sat down. Marco taught Han Xuejia some string strumming techniques, and listened to her play it a few times.

"I'm like this, A ring finger, M middle finger, I index finger play 1, 2, 3 strings respectively, P thumb play 4, 5, 6 strings, how can it be so ugly?" , Han Xuejia played a short simple solo with some confusion, which was actually quite tasteful.

"It's not that I'm a talented girl, but you're a philosopher!" , Han Xuejia smiled and pressed Marco's nose.

“**！” , the most intolerable thing for Zhang Yang is that others question his sexual ability, "Stinky **, go!" Go to the toilet and look at it! ”

"I packed it for you and brought you some food. Warm it up and save it for the evening. Han Xuejia didn't think it would hurt Marco's self-esteem, because she and Marco trusted each other very much.

Han Xuejia was amused by Bai Jing's fierce appearance.

Marco opened the door, tidied up the things on the bed a little, and let Han Xuejia sit down.

"Punk? punk？ So what exactly is punk? Han Xuejia asked.

"Slippers and play music with your feet to make people incontinent, or kill people with music like a six-fingered piano demon."

However, Du Hui was not beaten in vain. It was from that moment that he and Bai Jing planted a little seedling of love in the passionate desert. Soon, under Du Hui's hard work and careful watering, this little seedling took root and sprouted, thrived, and finally bloomed into a happy little flower.

Du Hui's happy moment didn't last long. Bai Jing, who reacted, shouted, "Hooligans! He slapped Du Hui casually. Du Hui, who had just woken up from the dizziness of pain and ecstasy, only felt that something flashed in front of him, and with a crisp sound, he was slapped by this powerful and rapid slap again, and he couldn't find the north.

The rancid soul is smiling—

At half past five in the morning, the alarm clock of the mobile phone rang on time.

However, Marco could not have imagined that five years later, the guitar would become his means of making a living. If life is a guitar, then Marco is one finger that plays it. It's just that the strings of this guitar are so heavy that it's hard for him to pluck.

One, "I am the sun!" ”

"It's funny that your hair is dyed blonde."

As a result, Han Xuejia stabbed the powder magazine at once.

"I don't want to have anything to do with my past self, there are so many things out there that I want to forget." Marco looked at the sea in the distance.

2 down-and-out bar singers

From the first time he saw Bai Jing, Du Hui knew that he was in love with this little girl.

Ma Ke didn't know what to say for a while, so he just looked at Han Xuejia blankly.

You're as fucking sloppy as you are

Han Xuejia threw herself into Marco's arms, and then cried like a child. Maybe she just wanted to find a hug and cry well. Marco gently stroked her long hair, muttering "I'm sorry." At that moment, Marco was also uncomfortable, maybe he felt a little sorry for her. Two people hugging each other may just be because one is full of guilt, and the other wants to find a hug to release their grievances.

The sky pays off, and the wild lilies also have spring.

Later, due to the accidental death of the band's keyboard, Ah Feng also received an invitation from a well-known band in Beijing, which eventually disbanded. On the night of separation, everyone cried so much that they couldn't bear it.

Speaking of the marriage between this pervert and Bai Jing, it has to start from two years ago-

After a while, Marco opened the door.

This king is the bass of the band, a native of Qingdao, called Xing Menqing. Just look at the name and Lily's original name, and you'll know why they became a couple. Although this guy is also a good idle person, he is quite accomplished in music and plays the bass well. The most commendable thing is that although his father is a well-known supermarket chain owner in Qingdao with millions of dollars, King has a natural rebellious spirit and sense of justice. That's why Marco recruited him into the band. He and Lily joined the band purely for fun and excitement, even to play the game, unlike Marco, who hung his job on that guitar.

"Really? But—", Marco stared at her in a daze, with a lewd expression, "I've never been embarrassed to tell you, you wear a skirt, and you'll walk away if you sit like this." I've been admiring it for an hour, and it's really unbearable, don't look at it—", and as he spoke, Marco pretended to cover his eyes with his hands, and he had already seen what he should have seen anyway.

"No, it's not very convenient." , Han Xuejia almost fainted.

"It was a long time ago, you remember. This guitar - but I can't play it, is it hard to learn the guitar? Han Xuejia touched the neck curiously.

One afternoon about three months ago, Marco, who had just lost his job at the piano shop for a short time, was already destitute and couldn't open the pot. Han Xuejia brought some food and wanted to help Marco. As a result, the kid Ma Ke was in a bad mood, and he suddenly poured out the resentment and tyranny in his heart on Han Xuejia. That is, Han Xuejia has a good temper, if she had changed to Bai Jing, she would have jumped three feet high and pointed her nose at him and scolded him.

Bai Jing called yesterday afternoon and said that she and Du Hui would come over to celebrate her birthday at ten o'clock today.

Qingdao Love※#183; Snow "Snow Guitar"

"Get out! I'll kill you! ”

As for the fallacy of "there are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and the iron pestle is sharpened into embroidery needles", King has never believed it. King is always high-spirited in the women's pile, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and the women jokingly call him the tireless "nuclear power**", and they all suspect that King's two testicles are small nuclear reactors. He's now secretly launched a powerful assault on his 100th woman — a number that even Lily can't stop from steadily climbing. In a sense, if a woman's belly is a balloon, then the king is an inflatable cylinder. If there had been no abortion, it is estimated that his children would have been all over the streets and alleys of Qingdao. Not to mention a battalion, but also a reinforced company.

"Shall we go out for dinner together that night?" , Liu Rufei still persevered and continued to deliver sugar-coated shells.

"Can't!" Marco's answer was very crisp.

"Okay, I just have one more thing for you." Marco blinked mysteriously.

"Then why didn't you go there?"

"Oh, wait a minute, I'll get dressed first."

It was not early, Marco greeted them and went to the basement of the bar together. Most of the band's equipment was placed here, and Zhang Yang was twitching and beating his drum kit in the dim light. He's moved into the bar.

"No, I'm not a real punk! We don't have a chance, haha. ”

When he was a freshman, Ma saw that everyone was holding a guitar and hugging a woman under the moonlight to play and sing love songs, which was really not romantic, and Marco was itchy and envious all over. So, as soon as his head was hot, he ran to the bank on a whim and withdrew five hundred dollars, and then went to a piano shop, and without knowing what Gibson, Fender, Jackson, and Ibanaz were, he picked up an acoustic guitar.

"Hmph, you don't think you're not!" , Bai Jing glanced at him, and grabbed Du Hui's ears fiercely, "Hmph, look at your happiness, let you pretend to be Xue Jia's boyfriend and be happy like this, virtue!" I sue you, today is just acting, if you dare to spend your heart, I will castrate you dead pig! ”

"Aren't you afraid of missing out?"

In order to successfully complete the task assigned by his superiors, Du Hui deliberately wore a fancy shirt embroidered with two huge English words "sexpig" embroidered on it, and a cheesy gold chain hanging around his neck - two five-cent street stalls. After Bai Jing's special approval, Du Hui also took a cigarette in his mouth, wore a pair of nondescript big sunglasses, and with his innate obscene temperament, he looked like a ruffian hooligan.

"Let you guess, what am I doing?" , Marco smiled.

Since breaking up with that flowery guy in Beijing this spring, Han Xuejia has lost interest in love, and she has ignored a few boys who chased her, who knew that she would meet a cheeky person today.

Shot 2:

Ah Feng was born in Hunan, one year younger than Marco. When Ah Feng was seven years old, his parents divorced, and he lived with his father.

"Ah, it's a bamboo phoenix, it's so beautiful!" , Han Xuejia handed the handbag to Marco, and then picked up the exquisite bamboo phoenix and looked at it, the phoenix made of pale yellow-green thin bamboo pieces was lifelike, ready to fly, very exquisite.

"I just came back and was a little tired from having too many guests last night and needed a good night's sleep. I'll go over in the afternoon to celebrate the birthday of the little birthday star. ”

Sure enough, it is written realistically, with sincere feelings, quite like a book of repentance.

"Hehe, don't be funny, seriously!" , Han Xuejia smiled and punched Marco.

Maybe I'd like to see a Marco who shone the sun like he used to do, instead of the one he has now.

"Hehe, I'm not talking nonsense, that's how most people see us." Marco smiled and raised his head.

Indeed, this man may really be a mystery.

"Oh - don't dare, how dare I - alas!"

Marco and Han Xuejia climbed the floating mountain to the north of H University. The hill is covered with verdant pine trees and is very quiet. From the top of the hill, you can overlook the whole H University, and the sea view is also good. Marco often came to practice with a guitar.

This is not only the confusion of underground music, but also an eternal question of life -

"Fuck, I can't learn it myself!"

"This guy is unlucky. The first time, we had nowhere to rehearse, and it was windy and cold in winter, so we had to go to a half-demolished house, and as soon as he finished peeing in it, one wall collapsed. Thankfully, he ran fast and saved his life. We joked afterwards that he almost drowned in his own urine. The second time, after we rehearsed, he said he was going to pee, so he went to the base of a wall, and we teased him not to collapse the wall again. As a result, the soaked urine really killed him this time. ”，

"It's a pity that Su Mei died, otherwise, Marco wouldn't have fallen to where he is today."

Lily** is strong, in the past she always complained that the man she slept with was too poor in stamina, and she collapsed at the first touch. No matter how brave a man is, he is dwarfed in front of Lily, who is like a wolf, like a drop in the bucket, scratching her boots, which makes her unhappy. Every time after the end, looking at the waste men lying on the pillow and rolling their eyes and panting, Lily can't help but feel deeply worried about the population and national defense security of our country.

Although Marco pursues the kind of loud and tyrannical music, he likes to be quiet inside. So after every performance, he would put his head in cold water to cool down his manic nerves, otherwise he would be crushed by that terrible tyrannical love, and even he felt like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

O Eros—

After drifting for half a year, the owner of a bar agreed to let Ah Feng sing with him for a while, which made Ah Feng breathe a long sigh of relief.

"No, it's that watermelon, my stomach hurts!" , Du Hui grinned, squatted on the ground, looked at Bai Jing pitifully, and waited for her approval.

She couldn't help but think about a question -

It didn't take a few bites, and a bowl of cool clear soup noodles was served.

"I don't know." Marco smiled and put away his guitar.

Liu Rufei hummed "Let Me Love Enough at a Time", and trotted all the way to the downstairs of Han Xuejia's dormitory, but what caught his eyes was: Han Xuejia coquettishly touched the naked chest of a ruffian hooligan wearing sunglasses and hanging gold chains who was spitting smoke rings, and asked which abortion method was more dangerous. The man interrupted her impatiently and discussed with her the prices of nearby hotels.

"Ah, that's great, I just want to go to Taitung, let's go together!" , Liu Rufei guessed that Han Xuejia was just prevaricating him.

Marco's three meals a day, generally speaking, are noodles, add an egg, and tear open a packet of mustard, which is a delicacy. Han Xuejia helped him get a meal card in the H University cafeteria, after all, it can be cheaper to eat at school. But even so, Marco was still reluctant to eat more than H. He had to save money for his dream, an almost illusory musical dream. Han Xuejia couldn't stand it anymore, so she often called Marco to the school cafeteria to eat together, and then she put on a lot of dishes to let this yellow-faced and thin-skinned African refugee eat enough to supplement his nutrition. Although this often embarrassed Marco, he would sweep away the meal every time.

Once a gentle woman becomes spicy in front of a man, it means -

Perhaps this man's character has been distorted by life.

"It's only a part, maybe I've changed myself."

Poor Du Hui, under the oppression of Bai Jing, did not dare to have the slightest reactionary remarks, let alone hope for any "human rights".

Who is Du Hui's seventeenth girlfriend?

After eating, Bai Jing and Du Hui played with Han Xuejia for more than an hour, and then the two of them went to Taitung Pedestrian Street to buy things, and Han Xuejia went back to the dormitory alone.

There were some dried noodles scattered around the table, as well as a bag of raw eggs and a bottle of Bee Mi from her hometown, which she had brought from her hometown. The faucet of a water pipe sticking out of the hole in the wall above, still dripping and dripping, it couldn't be turned off tightly. Marco placed a large bowl on the table to catch the water. There is a rice cooker under the table, and there is also a half-pot of clear soup noodles in it. I guess it's leftover from breakfast.

Sure enough, the tyranny in his eyes had slowly faded, and there was still the eternal confusion and melancholy in his deep eyes. So clear, so innocent.

Han Xuejia went to a nearby supermarket to buy two catties of mung beans and some snacks, and then took the guitar to Marco's house. Today he rested in the hut.

"Hmm."

"It's so cute."

They have been in love for more than a year, although they have been noisy, their relationship is getting deeper and deeper. Du Hui also set a new record for his love time. In the past sixteen vigorous innocent first loves, the longest love time was only four months and sixteen days. Judging from the current form, Du Hui's new record will be constantly refreshed.

Okay, let's take a look at the bandit-like "blacksky" members.

In August last year, at the invitation of Zhang Yang, Marco went to Jinan and joined an underground rock band. During that time in Jinan, Marco's savings were almost spent. At the beginning of this year, when the band disbanded, Marco returned to Qingdao with only this Ibanez JS1000 on his back. Searching his pockets, plus the balance of three bank cards, Marco only had 75 yuan left on his body. Fortunately, with Du Hui's help, he found a job in the piano shop, and finally survived in Qingdao like a tenacious mouse. It can be said that this trip to Jinan was the main reason for Marco's predicament.

"You, where do we go and what does it matter to you,, I knew that my mother wouldn't give you sunrise! What are you going to do if you don't have a woman to go to bed, I'll help you pick it up! Lily smiled and touched her crotch, she wore a short leather skirt with heavy makeup, and a hand was touching her slender thighs, and King was so affectionate with her wherever she went.

Han Xuejia was walking around the campus with a few books in her arms, when suddenly, someone stopped her.

"Because of Samui?"

"I—Sumy—", Marco sighed deeply, and bowed his head speechlessly, sad.

If she saw this sentence somewhere else, Han Xuejia would definitely feel disgusted. However, because this sentence was chosen by Marco, Han Xuejia was not too disgusted, but felt that it had some truth and even cuteness. Maybe this is their cynical declaration.

Marco found that Han Xuejia was very talented for the guitar, and she learned very quickly. After Marco tells her the basics, she will soon be able to understand them, and Marco only needs to guide her in some details.

Marco rubbed his slightly puffy eyelids, then took a T-shirt and put it on his body, and crawled out of bed naked. Feeling a little dry in his mouth, he took the water cup and took some tap water to drink. In the summer, the tap water is also hot, and you can't find a trace of coolness.

"I don't know, hehe, probably not. One thing punk bands have in common is their hatred of heavy metal music. It's hard to get along if there are both punk and heavy metal bands at the same concert, and punk musicians just like to listen to death metal. But a few of us like heavy metal, haha, of course, we're still hardcore at heart, HardcorePunk, but we're only half a punk at best. When it comes to punk, the 'rogue' SexPistols are the ones who disbanded at their most punk and made them real punks. The gangsters didn't look like they were singing at all, but like wild beasts roaring, ghosts crying wolf, and the toothy Lydon often cursed and spat arrogantly on stage, scraped things around his face like a madman, and even yelled at the audience, 'I hate you!'" ’‘**！ It's jaw-dropping. I don't know, I thought they were crazy people who had escaped from a psychiatric hospital en masse and were celebrating their freedom. It was this way of singing that they had the effect of angering society, intent on working against the British government, and the SexPistols were called "the most crude and musicless band of all time" by the British newspapers. ”

A bleak melody floated from his strings, but there was a hint of softness and even warmth in this desolation. His guitar is sometimes melodious and graceful, sometimes desolate and pathetic, what is that? Is it the infinite nostalgia for Samui? Or is it a reminiscence of one's past self? What is that sense of vicissitudes? Is it a reflection on life?

Openyoureyes

"He's deaf."

"Is there really a God?"

"No, no, the music master Beethoven should be the king's bosom friend." , the roommate nodded approvingly.

Marco couldn't really comprehend Cobain's pain, but he was already feeling lost. Is this what you want to pursue? What are you after?

The drummer is flamboyant, a natural ruffian hooligan. However, in front of Mark, he was still relatively honest, and he never said a word about Mark's words. This kid used to be a junior college student at H University. In his sophomore year, he formed a small band called "Hands" — the infamous "" band. At the school's music festival, he met Marco, who was competing alone at the time, and was impressed by his guitar skills. Later, the guitarist of the band "Hand Pinmu" left Qingdao after graduation, and Zhang Yang invited Marco to join the band. However, at that time, Marco was decadent because of his emotional entanglement with his first girlfriend. Even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu came to invite him with a gold bar in one hand and a machete in the other, it is estimated that he would not take a look, so he refused Zhang Yang's invitation.

Three, "When you go to see a woman, don't forget to bring a whip!" ”

"Bai Jing, I-", Du Hui pointed to his stomach with a painful expression.

"So, what's the highest level of guitar playing?"

"You'll find out when you go!"

Marco laughed and waved his guitar in front of Han Xuejia, playing a tyrannical chord, full of destructive desire.

"You go back, I want to be quiet for a while. That's enough stuff for a few days. I still have some money, so if you need it urgently, you can use it first. ”

was lustful for a while, and was confused, and even used power for personal gain in the novel, and was suspected of seeking marriage in disguise.

"Hmm."

"3 grains."

The two men walked slowly along the path towards Marco's quarters.

Oh? How calmed down? What a beautiful melody, is this the breeze by the sea? So gentle. Is this the scent of cherry blossoms? So romantic. What is it? Was it his kiss with Sumy? Oh, it's so cozy. This is him and Su Mei playing, no wonder he is so happy and so sprinkling.

When Marco performs in bars, they can only sing "saliva songs" or cover pop songs to cater to customers. It's a nuisance thing. But they have to do it, because they have to survive. Their real life is the rock music they compose, which is full of the spirit of rebellion and rebellion. However, this kind of music is not going to be liked by the guests.

Remember, let your heart rot too! At least make it numb!

You beat me into a hornet's nest! Please!

"I don't want to."

The three of them had a meal at a small restaurant near H University.

However, the woman is a strange higher mammal.

Han Xuejia held the guitar and stood there for a long time, watching Marco's slightly haggard figure slowly disappear from his sight.

"I-"

"I feel the same, how are you doing?" Marco was a little tired.

"And you're a punk?" , Han Xuejia asked with a smile.

Han Xuejia was thinking about Marco while eating.

Two, "God is dead!" ”

"Do you know how many grains of rice a snow cake is made of?" Marco ate a snow cake and asked with a smile.

Han Xuejia stood up lightly and sat next to her, she didn't want to disturb Marco.

It will make you disgusted with yourself.

This is an unbreakable contradiction.

"Look, my darling." Marco smiled and handed her a small box.

Then, he slapped Han Xuejia hard in a loud mouth!

"Why didn't you go back to work for the insurance company in the first place? You're not—", Han Xuejia reached out and picked a pine needle on the top of her head.

"The final step is to turn the guitar sound of your guitar into guitar music. Note that guitar sounds and guitar music are completely different. That way you can play the guitar like I did. ”

Marco drove two nails into the wall, pulled a wire, and scattered several pieces of clothing on it. Under the clothesline sits a somewhat worn out bicycle. This car has been ridden by Marco for more than three years. After returning to Qingdao, when he went to the insurance company to look for Du Hui, he accidentally found that his bicycle was still in the carport, and he had not lost it for more than a year. He repaired it a little and continued to ride until now.

"Huh, what does this look like?"

"Okay, wait for me in a moment."

Han Xuejia opened her eyes and reached out to tear a page of the calendar hanging next to her pillow, "Oh, it's August 3rd." There are only five months left until the day of the graduate school entrance examination.

Chinese underground rocker

However, after a period of sadness, Bai Jing's eyes rolled, and she stared at Han Xuejia with a wicked smile, smacking her lips while shaking her head, making Han Xuejia inexplicable.

Marco nodded to Han Xuejia with a smile and left with his guitar.

"Here's some food, give it, let's eat a little first." , Han Xuejia opened the bag and handed Marco a bag of snow cakes.

Han Xuejia and Bai Jing ate their bellies after a while, but they made Du Hui bitter. He sat there and touched his stomach with a sad face and screamed, and after a while, he ran to the toilet three times, making Bai Jing so disgusted that he really couldn't understand whether he came to eat or to go to the toilet. When Du Hui asked her for paper for the fourth time, Bai Jing kicked him under the table.

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"Don't know?" , Han Xuejia interrupted him.

"Hurry up, give me some paper, I'm dying—where's the toilet?" , Du Hui was almost crying, with a bitter and hateful face, he took the paper handed over by Bai Jing, and followed the direction of her fingers, and ran away. Soon there was a rhythmless murmur in the building.

"Whoever told you to eat, if you don't eat you, you'll die! I said a long time ago that the watermelon is not fresh, you have to eat it, you pig! Let you eat! Although Bai Jing was mean on her lips, she couldn't help but squat down and look at him when she saw that Du Hui's face was already sweating, and her tone was much softer, "What's wrong?" Is it strict? ”

After practicing guitar for a while, they started talking.

"Hehe, I did it myself. During that time, when I made these gadgets for the handicraft factory, I felt that this was very fun, so I kept one for myself. ”

"Thank you, Bai Jing and Du Hui will come over in a while, won't you come and play for a while?"

It's a pity that this Cupid is not good at archery, and he always carries a bow of love and shoots indiscriminately. Either a man and a group of women are threaded into one arrow, or a woman and a group of men are threaded into one arrow. Even if some people hide everywhere and become monks, they are still shot as hedgehogs, and they have countless romantic debts; Some people, even if they draw a target on their brain, they can't ask for an arrow of love from the god of love.

——《LOVE》

I remember Marco, who had just returned to Qingdao, was decadent and irritable, moody. He can yell at you like a madman, go crazy like a tyrannical lion, or be fragile enough to curl up at the head of his bed like a child and sob. The second-hand Ibanez JS1000 is his life, and only when he plays the guitar does Marco's decadent and confused empty eyes flash with a hint of vitality. Marco at that time, it was not so much that he was alive as that he was dead. He shattered a qiē, and he also shattered himself. It is almost difficult for Han Xuejia to find the shadow of the once happy and frivolous and cynical Marco. The only constant is his confused and melancholy eyes.

Thinking about when he first learned to play guitar, Marco couldn't help but laugh.

This is the first time she has been beaten for this kind of age, and she is still beaten for this reason. In those days, because of that flowery kid in Beijing, Han Xuejia had already suffered a lot of grievances, and she couldn't imagine that Marco would give her a bigger "surprise". She covered her hot swollen cheeks and ran out of Marco's house crying. She really wanted to find a place to cry and vent all the grievances in her heart.

"What's wrong with you, you're going to die!" , Bai Jing turned around and gave him an angry look.

"5 capsules? It can't be so little, right? Han Xuejia was a little surprised.

"You've changed, really changed a lot." , Han Xuejia's tone was very gentle, "You have lost too many dreams and sharpness, if Su Mei knew that you are like now, she would also be sad for you and worried about you, you know?" ”

"Alright, let's go."

"Blacksky", like the underground bands in the big cities, is struggling to survive in this dark, moldy basement. They live in poverty, their jobs are extremely precarious, and they are tenacious to survive for their musical dreams. They are often in a very awkward situation, a marginal profession with no security.

"That's it! When you're full, Xuejia, let's go, and the dead pig's head pays! Bai Jing threw the napkin and kicked Du Hui out.

Yesterday, Marco's rock festival was a relatively successful one, attracting about 300 young fans. The ticket price is 15 yuan for men and free for women. For this festival, Marco even dyed his hair blonde. The show was particularly popular, with Marco himself singing seven songs, all of which were fast, noisy, non-melodic, and even violent songs.

"Huh? Something else? What? Han Xuejia asked curiously.

"Mountains and rivers, lingering sounds—what do you think I can do?" , Marco stroked the strings and made a lonely self-appreciation.

Luckily, Marco found that the Ibanez JS1000, which has a great tone and feel, was simply tailor-made for himself. Marco likes guitars that go back to basics, just as Joe Satriani did when he wanted the simplest construction and the best sound. This is why the IbanezJS series is the longest-running product planned by Ibanez.

Du Hui may be the most suitable person for this errand in the world.

Soon, Marco replied to the text message, just two words, "Du Hui".

Bai Jing and Marco don't have much contact with each other anymore, and she wants to wake up this depraved Marco countless times, but in exchange for Marco's almost pathological rejection and abuse. Bai Jing is also an anxious child, always quarreling with Marco hard, and the result is getting worse and worse. The irascible Marco even scolded her with a lot of swear words. Bai Jing was almost angry with this bastard and vomited blood, so she swore to heaven that if she cared about this bastard's little thing again, she would be a puppy.

That night, he solemnly wrote this sentence in his love diary-

"Isn't that bastard coming to play today?"

It's summer vacation, and it's my senior year when school starts again. The dormitory during the holiday was somewhat lonely, especially Han Xuejia, she was the only one left in the dormitory. The other six people either went home or went to play crazy in other places.

This acoustic guitar has already been her companion on the boring road to graduate school.

"Well, he's a rhythm guitarist in a well-known band in Beijing now, and he's the real bohemian."

"That's a lot."

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"Let the guitar make a guitar sound? It's awkward. Han Xuejia couldn't help but pluck the strings.

5 The transformation of the pervert

Han Xuejia sat on the edge of the bed and combed her hair gently. She has also grown long hair, and her long black and beautiful hair adds a bit of mature charm to her.

"Alright, I'm full. I'll show you something. Marco wiped his mouth and climbed to the side of the pillow and flipped around.

"I don't blame you. But if you look like this again, it will make me, and Bai Jing and Du Hui and them very tired. We all hope you get really well. ”

After smirking and receiving the seventh slap from Bai Jing, Kao with his extraordinary cheekiness, Du Hui achieved a brilliant victory. He finally made his dream come true and returned with a beautiful woman. The moment Bai Jing nodded shyly, this kid was so happy that he shouted, "Love is so great!" He picked up Bai Jing and ran wildly on the street for three miles!

"I'm going to make my guitar sentimental, hehe, I'll be able to surpass you then!" , Han Xuejia pouted proudly.

"Make a sound? Is this a step? ”

After more than a year of underground band career, Marco was also tainted with a lot of decadent and degenerate, tyrannical and manic habits. But on **, he will always be a calm person. The current Marco, no matter how decadent and empty he is, will never indulge himself in women as he did before. In the two years since Su Mei's death, although Marco has often lived in a bright and prosperous place, he has not touched a single woman, and he does not even want to think about it.

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It's already past three o'clock. Marco carefully moved the car out of the cramped house, then returned to the house, put on his guitar, and locked the door. He got on his bike and rushed to the bar where he had performed last night.

Han Xuejia took her light blue sun umbrella with a rose pattern and went downstairs. The sunlight outside was a little harsh, and as soon as she left the door of the dormitory building, she opened her umbrella.

"This dead pig's head, I said that the watermelon can't be eaten, and he also said that it was a pity to throw it away, so he had to eat it! It's a bad stomach! Deserve! Bai Jing couldn't help but smile.

"Then you hate H big now?"

Marco was dumbfounded. He was helpless and holding the guitar he had just bought for 450 yuan, like a deflated ball. After an afternoon of sitting in bed in a daze, Marco suddenly figured it out. He slapped himself hard, threw his guitar, grabbed a 16-carat piece of white paper and a ballpoint pen, and quickly wrote a few words—

The days go by so fast, school will start in ten days.

After putting on the guitar with great interest, the guitarist, who was originally immersed in the psychedelic world of the romantic music of moonlight beauties, suddenly returned to the cruel reality - he didn't know anything! Not to mention the complex staves of tadpoles and bean sprouts, even the simple notation of "1,2,3,4,5,6,7" is pronounced as "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven". As for the guitar, what is a "fret"? What is a "grid"? What is a "string"? Does anyone know, can you sue this benevolent brother? Marco was obsessed with rock 'n' roll, but that was just listening. He only scratches the surface of music, and he doesn't know anything about the guitar.

"It's not difficult, it only takes five steps to learn. You can now do it in three steps. ”

"It's okay, he recently performed at a nearby bar, and he is basically down." , Han Xuejia couldn't help but smile, as soon as Marco was mentioned, Bai Jing would replace his name with "that bastard".

"What's that, haha, the rich man's dog must be much better than we eat. Besides, a Tibetan mastiff can sell for millions or even tens of millions. But what about me? Even if the price is 10,000 yuan, will anyone be willing to buy me? I'm afraid no one will buy me for the same price as pork, hehe, this is-"

Well? Is he adrift? What a desolate melody, where is the direction of his wandering? Why can't you hear it? Is it confused?

"Humph! Am I good to him? Let's go in the next life! Although Bai Jing said this, she had a sweet smile on her face.

"As the best university in Qingdao, H University is also counted in the country. Hehe, no matter what, the 211 project, the 985 project, H can be squeezed in, and it is also half of the old famous schools. H University has always been relatively low-key and introverted, unassuming, and has a positive style of study, quite like an old master, quietly teaching and educating people without hearing anything outside the window, which is also pedantic and cute, not as smoky as other universities. From this point of view, H Dazeng was a punk who did not compromise with the world. It's a pity that the current H University has slowly become cheesy, and it has spent tens of millions of dollars to invite a lot of 'Nobel laureates' to be nominal 'visiting professors', which is a bit subservient and elegant, and has a taste of gold on his face. In recent years, H University has also begun to learn from others to expand its enrollment, demarcate land, and build a new campus on a large scale, but as a result, billions of dollars have been invested in it, and the wallet has been deflated. In order to make up for the funding gap, it is unbearable to build an independent college with the school license of H University with some companies, in fact, it has nothing to do with H University, purely to make money. So, from this point of view, H big is not very punk again. Marco laughed and praised his alma mater.

"What's going on?"

"Forget it, don't do it. It's too hot, and it's easy to get bad. ”

"I still have brothers in Qingdao, hehe, I can't leave them alone." Marco smiled faintly, "In addition, I hope to go to Beijing after the success of Qingdao." ”

Unfortunately, after this advertisement was posted, it only attracted laughter from everyone, and no one dared to come over to buy the guitar of this "suspected psychopath". caused this future guitar master to hold the acoustic guitar that made him hate it all day long, sit on the bed and sigh for a long time, lamenting the helplessness of life and the sorrow of life. Later, he was really forced to be anxious, Marco gritted his teeth, spat on it, and shouted-

"What are you laughing at?" , Marco was inexplicable.

"I'm almost downstairs in your dorm, are you upstairs?"

As a result, Marco, who screamed again and again, was gradually destroyed, but his spirit was sublimated into a perfect philosopher. Mark, who was beaten to delirium, finally understood the essence of Nietzsche's philosophy -

"And these cakes, you can take them back with you. Well, wait a minute, I'll put this bamboo phoenix in the dormitory first, and then let's go to your room to play. ”

After Su Mei's death, Marco spent two months of decadence and pain in Qingdao. During this time, Bai Jing, Han Xuejia and Du Hui often came over to accompany the depressed Marco. Therefore, it is inevitable that everyone will bump into each other.

Du Hui suffered domestic violence again.

Bai Jing, that's right, it's that yellow-haired girl, she is now Du Hui's girlfriend.

"How am I playing?" , Han Xuejia stopped her fingers and looked up at Marco.

It wasn't until the appearance of King that Lily regained confidence in Chinese men. She and King finally met each other, and Lily, who had been suffering from hunger, finally smiled contentedly. Once she and King drank too much, and before they could walk back to the dormitory, they fell drunk and lay down in the soft grass of the playground. In their sleep, the two of them thought they were in a hotel. When the day dawned, the two guys who were holding each other with bare butts were woken up by the screams of the old lady who was exercising in the morning. They slowly got up from the haystack, stretched, and spat at the old lady, "What the hell is called!" I haven't seen it! What is pure! After saying that, the two of them showed off their genitals to the old lady. The old lady bleed from her nose on the spot and fled in a puff of smoke.

Maybe he's so contradictory.

"It's okay, school is almost starting school. I've brought you some mung beans, you can boil them and drink them, you can beat the heat." Han Xuejia put her things down after entering the house.

"50 bucks? So expensive? Such a good job! I'm no longer a tutor, I'm going to do this job. Tell me, what the hell is it? ”

"How did the keyboard die?" , Han Xuejia asked.

"That's life, that's music, right?" , Han Xuejia knew that Marco was going to sigh again, so she shook her head and said it first.

On the walls are several posters of guitar masters, Joe Satriani and his master apprentice Steve Vai. One at the head of the bed is the legendary black guitarist Jimi Hendrix. On the wall next to the pillow was a fine flannel cloth, on which hung Marco's most valuable belongings: an Ibanez JS1000. This is his second guitar. The first acoustic guitar, after Sumy's death, he was thrown into the sea.

It's a pity that the two of them have no fate after all.

Now he has no fixed occupation and lives a wandering life. He put all his energy into the band "Blacksky", a small band he formed with a few people who performed in various bars and nightclubs in Qingdao, and made a living with his guitar.

"I don't know." , Marco turned to Han Xuejia and smiled, "I really don't know." ”

Han Xuejia took Marco to the canteen for dinner, and the two went to the beach together.

"Yes and no? What do you mean? ”

"Humph! I miss him? Let's go to the next life! Even if I think about Du Hui's pig, I won't think about that bastard, he can do whatever he likes! Hmph, what kind of sleep, I guess as soon as he heard that I was coming, he was too scared to come! If he dares to come over, I won't scold him for being a bloody squirt! Bai Jing indignantly condemned the heinous bastard.

10" Urn! ”

When he was in junior high school, Ah Feng fell in love with music and gradually became obsessed with the guitar, which allowed him to find a kind of sustenance. At that time, Ah Feng's heart was all on the guitar, and he didn't have the heart to study at all, so his grades were very poor. His father even thought that Ah Feng had embarrassed himself at the parent-teacher meeting, so he smashed Ah Feng's guitar and beat Ah Feng to the ground. But Ah Feng has made up his mind, and he has made the guitar his pursuit.

For love, shoot at me!

Han Xuejia sighed, it seems that she let this guy be targeted, what should I do?

Marco vomited blood, and his face was basin-

"Let's practice, lest we have to stuff the stuffing."

Then why did he care about Marco all the time?

"What, you're insane." , Han Xuejia smiled and slapped Marco, "How do you know?" ”

", just your poor pencil head?! Even if that guy doesn't get an erection, it's twice as long as when you were the biggest, and it's thicker! Lao Tzu can drown you with one shot! With that little firepower, you're going to handjob at a pornographic movie! King spat at Zhang Yang, then took Lily into his arms and kissed her.

"Punk and rock are both products of rebellion against politics. Only when the times go wrong and social contradictions intensify, will the masses of the people who are dissatisfied with social politics accept the real punk that was originally just underground music, and punk music can spread on a large scale. Therefore, it is better not to be popular with punk, otherwise it will mean chaos in the world. ”

"You rotten B, my guy is a real long 20 thick 5, *** absolutely fucking up! You touched it, can you afford to pay for a rotten B?! Zhang Yang spat out a smoke ring and teased Lily with a wicked smile.

With a slight rub of his wrist, he took off his guitar and sat down on the edge of the bed to play.

Marco rolled over, reached for the alarm clock and looked at the time. He slept in a daze, and he had already forgotten what time he had set the alarm clock.

However, she does have a fight with Pan Jinlian. Her idol is the French writer Georges*#183; Sang, this is a peerless beauty who is ** hyperactive, and constantly changes her lover all her life. Before she met King, she had nine boyfriends and had four abortions. Of course, this is just the statistics of the university. As for the information from the fourth grade of elementary school onwards, junior high school and high school, I am sorry, due to the large number of jù and the age, it is impossible to verify and difficult to count.

He needs to think about something, Han Xuejia thought.

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After more than half a year of hard work and hard work, the band finally made a name for itself in the bars of Qingdao. Although it is far from being as successful as the "Princess Huangliang" band, it can be regarded as a slight foothold. Now they're getting ready to sign up for a bar, so they're putting on a couple of shows here these days. The owner of the bar is quite satisfied with their strength and appearance, and it seems that the problem of singing is not too big. In this way, you don't have to wander around the bars anymore, and your life can finally be a little secure.

"I'll go to your show when I have time." , Han Xuejia looked at him with a smile.

"Well, you've been able to do two steps. Then the third step is to practice a few more times to make the sound of your guitar a little better, and not to make it as ugly as a pig. It's not that hard, is it? Marco said with a smile.

Han Xuejia fainted-

"3 grains? How could it be! It's so big! ”

In a sense, for underground music—

Han Xuejia suddenly realized that she was in a daze at the table, and she was distracted again.

"You pay attention to the rhythm of the strums. If you can't beat the rhythm, then it's a mess. There is also the problem of strength, your acoustic guitar has resonance, you seem to sweep all six strings every time, in that case, the sound will reverberate in the case for a long time, causing the sound of the first sweep to be not over, the second sound will come out, if you catch up with a fast rhythm, it will definitely be messed up. Marco carefully corrected her minor problems.

Han Xuejia was stunned, and Marco was also dumbfounded.

In order to express to Bai Jing his determination to change his past mistakes, Du Hui also reluctantly poured gasoline on the yellow books and CDs he had accumulated in the past and burned them, and it is said that the fire burned for three days and three nights. Then, he went to buy back a carton of pirated Japanese anime CDs and Haruki Murakami's novels, and watched and studied them day and night. Du Hui, who had never passed English in college, taught himself elementary Japanese in only three months - this is the power of love!

Since then, Marco has been much calmer in front of Han Xuejia. The tyrannical wolf was so docile that he was even joking as before.

Han Xuejia looked at the text message, this guy still remembered his birthday.

6. I want to pack the rest of the dishes

"Why?"

Anywayindblows

"I'll pay for it, it's my birthday today, and you've spent a lot of money on the cake." , Han Xuejia just wanted to stand up, but was held down by Bai Jing.

However, after all, Bai Jing still couldn't rest assured that Marco was not at ease, and often asked Han Xuejia and Du Hui to send some food to the depressed and troubled Marco. Of course, every time he handed bags of bread and eggs to them, Bai Jing always gritted his teeth and said-

1, Marco and Han Xuejia

"Hey-I-", before Han Xuejia could refuse, Liu Rufei had already disappeared.

"Fencing? I'll cut off your little ** first for a few years rings! Lily hugged King's neck and sneered semerally.

"How do you compare?" , King smiled faintly.

"Hehe, you really know how to say, what about the second step?"

I‘mjustapoorboy

Han Xuejia didn't understand either. It's weird, maybe she's all the more reason to stop caring about this bastard.

There was no fan in the room, and even if you sat there motionless, it was sweaty and stuffy. So Marco simply closed the door, dragged his clothes naked, and slept naked.

The campus is very quiet in the early morning, and there are not many people during the holidays. Han Xuejia looked up at the sky, it was already very bright, even a little dazzling, probably the sun was about to come out.

"It's so profound." , Han Xuejia stuck out her tongue.

Marco tried his best to express his thoughts as tactfully, but the saliva at the corner of his mouth had flowed into Huangguoshu Waterfall. His obscene appearance is obscene, if he catches up with the "anti-pornography and anti-illegal activities", he must be arrested by the police.

At the critical moment, she remembered Marco. He must have a way to save himself from the dire situation. So she sent Marco a text message to see what he would do for her, or what he might say.

Marco's guitar rang.

4. Confused dreams of underground music

Still, the pace of her life is as soothing and calm as ever. If there's a change, it's that I often go to Marco to learn guitar for a while. This guitar has brought her a lot of fun, especially when she is tired of studying, she holds the guitar and goes to the beach to play for a while, which is really comfortable and relaxing.

The man in sunglasses grabbed Liu Rufei's neck by the neck of the trance-like and invited him to go shopping in Taitung with him warmly and sincerely, and Han Xuejia also coquettishly hugged the man's waist while trying her best to keep Liu Rufei, who was said to be in a hurry to leave. But it's a pity, it seems that Liu Rufei is really in a hurry, you see, he is in a hurry. In the end, he wailed and dragged the clutches of the man who was in the flow, and fled in a puff of smoke, and Liu Rufei's heart-rending voice echoed in the campus-

Want to succeed? Hungry for honor?

"Huh? Does anyone like to listen to their songs? ”

"Well, I think it should be to use your guitar to play your own heart, and use your guitar to tell others what you think."

Later, Zhang Yang got into a fight and made trouble, and he almost opened a teacher with a wine bottle, and was ordered to drop out of school by the school. Then he went to Jinan, and with a good drum kit, he entered the difficult and dark marginal group of underground music early.

Why isn't there a hint of melody now? How can there be only a terrible rhythm that is so fast that you can't breathe? How could his heart be so dark and bloody? Is it resentment? Or is it a curse? How can it be so cold? Is he provoking the heavens? Is this sound of the piano his cold and proud deep eyes? So wild and uninhibited, so rigid and stubborn!

Bai Jing and Du Hui had already been waiting for her downstairs. Bai Jing was carrying a pink gift box, probably a birthday gift for Han Xuejia. Du Hui was holding a big cake in one hand and a sun umbrella for Bai Jing in the other. Today, Du Hui and Bai Jing both wore a pair of light-colored sunglasses, panda-like, a little funny.

"What's in the bag? Why is it so heavy? Marco flipped the bag in his hand.

The members of the band Ah Feng are very unstable, especially the drummers, who are even more unlucky characters. The first drummer was kicked out of the band by Ah Feng because of drug addiction. The second one was cut off by someone because he provoked the local ruffians and hooligans. The third drummer, though talented, could not stand this gloomy and hopeless day, and in despair, he ended his life with a broken wine bottle after getting drunk. The fourth drummer is Qingdao's Zhang Yang. It was Zhang Yang who recommended Marco to Ah Feng, which changed Marco's fate.

When she was a child, she didn't know how ugly her name was, but when her adult IQ exceeded 80, she found that her name was strikingly similar to Pan Jinlian. So she ran home angrily, pointed at the tip of her parents' nose and scolded them, thinking that they lacked heart and eyes, and even gave herself such an ugly name. Later, she chose an English name for herself, lily, which was one of the only seven English words in her head. You can't use "yes", "no", "I", "love", "you", "**" as a name, right?!

"No, it's for Marco." As soon as this sentence came out, Han Xuejia also felt sorry for Marco.

Three people have returned to Han Xuejia's dormitory, and the campus has gradually become noisy.

"Well, that's good. You'll be able to catch up with my three months of hard training in three hours. Marco smiled and picked up his guitar, "I'll play two guitar overtones, you can listen to them." ”

"Not long after you came back, you haven't been home?" , Liu Rufei looks pretty good, and his honest smile is very kind.

Marco was waiting for her in the shade below. Marco still had broken hair, he was much more mature than before, and his thin face showed a toughness. Although the depressed life has given him a vicissitudes, there is still a trace of delicacy in his eyes, which is Marco's unique temperament.

"Guitars for sale! Absolutely 9.9 percent new! I just bought it in the morning, and it turned around sharply for personal reasons! I bought this guitar in a daze for a while, and if you don't buy it, it's even more *** lacking eyes! The original price is 450, and the current price is 250! Whoever wants to bargain again, I'll cut him first! It's a rare opportunity, so buy it now! You'll regret missing the opportunity, and you'll never meet a second person as stupid as me in your life! ”

"No more nonsense, let's go to the beach. It's time to teach you the real thing. ”

"Alright, don't talk nonsense! Let's practice. Marco put his guitar on his shoulder and swept the strings.

She went to the common scrubbing room in the dormitory building to wash her face briefly, and then went back to the dormitory with a washbasin.

"Why?"

"I'm back-", Du Hui drooped his head and hummed weakly, it seemed that the watermelon just now had choked him enough.

"There should be 20 of them, so big."

Schizophrenic madness shouts for purity

Han Xuejia opened the box, and inside was a lifelike small plastic magpie standing on a plum blossom branch. The wonderful thing is that as soon as the box was opened, the little magpie that saw the light flapped its wings and chirped.

Marco choked up.

After Su Mei's death, Marco, who returned home from Qingdao, was depressed in his hometown for three months.

"So what should I do?"

Lin Wuxin pulled away.

Han Xuejia couldn't help but laugh.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Du Hui and Bai Jing arrived at H University on time.

"Hehe, your tongue is full of thorns, and you prickle people when you speak!" , Han Xuejia tidied up her skirt with a smile, this time she must not give this pervert a chance to peep, "Then your music is punk?" ”

"Oh? Liu Rufei? When did you get back? Han Xuejia was stunned.

Then, Marco told Han Xuejia the story of Ah Feng-

Han Xuejia hurriedly put her legs together, then jumped up and beat the pervert.

"Damn it, I didn't pay attention - look what I'm doing!" , Han Xuejia's face turned red all of a sudden, and she punched Marco hard and hurriedly straightened up.

"The second step is to be able to make the guitar sound. It's also very simple, as long as you touch the strings, you can make the guitar sound. ”

"Oh, it's because your left hand didn't stand up perpendicular to the strings. In this case, when you pluck the string with your right hand, the left finger that presses the string will make contact with the vibrating adjacent string and make a noise. Therefore, the left finger must stand up and press the string, and do not touch the other adjacent strings when playing the string. yes, that's it, you can play it again and try it. ”

The band's keyboards and bass, Lily and King, are a couple who have just graduated. This was recruited by Zhang Yang to a conservatory of music in Qingdao, and he was born in an authentic professional class, and his level was quite good.

"This kind of one is a dime a dime, haha, I can make nearly two hundred a day."

"! You shut up! If you mention Samui again, I'll chop you! ”

She smiled and replied.

"Oh my God, I think I've got to the bottom of the fourth problem of philosophy, and that's death! God come to save me—"

In fact, many of the biggest names in the music world have had the experience of singing in bars. Foreign countries such as the Beatles, Rolling Stone, Luo Dayou and Zhang Huimei in Hong Kong and Taiwan. As for the mainland singers, there are even more such as a cow's hair, Yu Quan, Sun Nan, Na Ying, Siqingerile and other singers who are now popular, have all experienced the difficulties and bitterness.

"Philosophers? Well, I am naturally beautiful, ice and snow are smart, and I am indeed quite accomplished in philosophy. As soon as he said that he was fat, Marco immediately gasped.

"Good, sorry, I was asleep when you texted. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I had to go to Zhang Yang and them to rehearse a new song. ”

Succeed? Hope is slim.

As soon as Mark's terrible noise like playing cotton sounded, the roommates were frightened, and they rushed out of the door with their heads and ears covered. They would rather go to the classroom and delve into boring electrodynamics topics than stay in the dorm room to listen to the sound of death that makes their heart rhythm unbalanced and blood flows backwards. Listening to that noise, they develop an irrepressible strong urge to take revenge on society. Marco's guitar is like a ghost crying wolf, like a call to hell!

Bai Jing snorted, and Du Hui immediately used his strength to eat, gritted his teeth and ran forward.

"I want to thank you for the guitar, too, but why do you say you're scum?"

“Easy，easygo？ Is it really free? Is it really happy? Is the current you the real you? Han Xuejia listened to his confused and melancholy singing, and couldn't help but ask the question she had always wanted to ask in her heart.

"Am I looking like a stupid B?" , Du Hui also touched his head embarrassedly and smirked.

"Woke up?" , Han Xuejia looked at Marco, whose eyes were still a little red, and smiled gently.

When it comes to last autumn's trip to Jinan, Marco can be regarded as a mixed blessing.

The room was less than ten square meters, and the furnishings in the small room were somewhat rudimentary, except for an old table with paint peeling and a rusty iron bed.

Marco rented a small, dilapidated bungalow in a remote alley north of H, surrounded by mostly scrap-collecting visitors. A year ago, Marco worked at a nearby piano shop, so he moved here. Later, the piano shop closed down, and Marco did not change his house, so he lived here permanently. After all, the rent is cheap, and he can play his guitar to his heart's content without worrying about making noise.

whoisfallinginlovewithyoursmile.

After the inspection, he put the guitar away, bent down and turned on the rice cooker, and served a bowl of cold noodles.

"H big? Can this also be related to punk? Han Xuejia scratched her head, the whimsy of this neurological patient always made her unable to keep up with the rhythm.

This is also a credit to Marco.

"Well, I don't blame you for tonight. I went back. ”

"Why do you hate yourself?" , Han Xuejia saw that he had regained his composure, so she asked this question.

However, Marco also reaped his fortune because of this experience. At that time, the lead guitar of the band, Ah Feng, was a guitar master. He was a year younger than Marco, but his playing skills were already perfected, especially his superb strumming technique, which made Marco secretly amazed. It was under the guidance of Ah Feng that Marco's already quite good guitar level improved by leaps and bounds. After more than a year of hard training that bordered on madness and perversion, Marco's guitar skills have become inseparable from Ah Feng. In the band, Marco also learned Kao's own guitar and music skills to earn a living. He participated in a lot of bar gigs, and his experience in the recording studio also taught Marco a lot.

"What about happy times? Aren't people just as interested in learning when they're happy? ”

"Where am I-", Han Xuejia was also stunned, why did she think of Marco?

"No thanks." , Han Xuejia was a little uncomfortable.

Well? Why did the piano stop?

"Why is that?"

Liu Rufei is her fellow countryman. In the past, when he was on vacation, he often helped Han Xuejia buy train tickets, and every time he lined up the seats of two people, with ill intentions.

"Yes, there are many more, and young people who yearn for rebellion and freedom are madly pursuing them. These young men wore tattered clothes that had long since become obsolete, with thick iron chains around their necks, rags, underwear, chains, razor blades, dog collars and other ornaments, and they had shaved their hair on both sides, and dyed the hair in the middle of it in a colorful way, making it look like a cockscomb, and their faces were covered with all kinds of oil paint, and it was estimated that even the parents who gave birth to him and raised him could not recognize him, and they were as exaggerated as they wanted. ”

"Han Xuejia!" , a boy.

"Let's go." Marco looked up and smiled faintly, with only clear calm in his eyes.

"I hope you're right."

A guitarist returning from the snow (Part I).

"Hehe, it's so fun." , Han Xuejia was amused by Marco's eloquent appearance, "Do you want to be like them?" ”

After Marco's tireless hard work day and night, the roommates also improved their psychological endurance greatly, and after three months, the roommates were finally able to listen to his guitar and barely eat in the dormitory. And they were pleasantly surprised to find that in order to avoid the terrible sound of Marco's piano, they unknowingly went on self-study for three months. Sure enough, in the final exams of that semester, their dormitory grades were surprisingly good. Originally, Marco dormitory, which would contract 80 places for each exam, did not have a single one this time. This surprised the teachers, and they thought that their dorm room had gone through shit luck.

Han Xuejia put a few bags of vegetables into a large handbag, then brought the remaining half of the cake with her, and went downstairs.

"That's life, that's music. A large snow cake is enough for just 3 grains of rice. A lot of our lives are like that. Punk music is the answer to the question of 3 grains. Marco nodded incomprehensibly.

"How do you learn guitar the fastest?" , Han Xuejia stopped discussing philosophical issues with him.

"Ah Feng, he was the guitarist of the band when I was in Jinan, I mentioned him to you." Marco reached out and helped her block the pine branches.

Maybe we should leave him alone for a while.

"Because we are a bunch of social scum, scum of the people." , Marco laughed arrogantly, but then made a grimace at Han Xuejia like an innocent child, "Thank you for those dishes and cakes, hehe." ”

7 Mark's Gift

The curves of this electric guitar are the most feminine, like a girl's beautiful waist. The body is very sleek, and the design is quite beautiful, especially the chrome parts, which shine in the sun, and it is definitely a good guitar. This is a treasure that Marco bought from the thrift market for 4,000 yuan when he was in Jinan last fall. At that time, the guitar had only been bought for less than half a year, and it was still very new and well maintained, so Marco bought this JoeSatriani signature instrument at half price. As for the IbanezJem7v he had always dreamed of, the price was too high for Marco to handle, and he could only sigh for a long time.

"I'll let you take advantage of me! Crush on me? Why don't you have a crush on pigs! ”

Presumably Marco had gone back to his house to sleep.

Soon, Marco's dormitory became a living hell.

Han Xuejia persuaded him bitterly, but it was useless to comfort him. Han Xuejia couldn't help but get a little angry, she asked this confused kid loudly: "Marco, are you worthy of Su Mei like this?!" ”

Marco soon arrives at the bar, where King and Lily are already waiting for him. The bar was elegantly furnished, and there weren't many people now, except for a couple of young men and women, sipping small bottles of green beer and laughing on the seats in the Kao window.

After practicing the powerful chords for a while, Marco gently lowered the guitar to the bed and carefully wiped the sweat drops from the body with a flannel cloth. Marco made the guitar his life.

Bai Jing didn't pay much attention to the embarrassed Han Xuejia, so she smiled and went to the waiter to pack it.

Most of the time, they quickly fend for themselves.

In short, he is approaching Bai Jing's world in all directions.

"Oh, the guitar master you're talking about?"

It can be seen that Han Xuejia's IQ is not very high.

After Marco returned to Qingdao, he reunited with the drummer Zhang Yang, found a keyboard and bass, and formed this small band called "Blacksky". With his excellent guitar playing skills and a deep, slightly husky magnetic voice, Marco has become the core of the band and is the undisputed boss. It was Marco who had formed an enterprising band of these arrogant and lazy fellows - of course, the ambition of these hooligans was extremely limited.

He was cynical and only sought to indulge his youth in psychedelic music, and he proclaimed himself the last punk in China. His greatest pleasure is collecting postcards of nude women known as "French cards". He also wants to take drugs, but it is estimated that in a few years, he will not be able to do so. First, he is so poor that he has to save money to go to **, this fund has always been earmarked, and he will never squeeze out and deduct it. Another reason is Marco's rule, if any of the band members dare to take drugs, Marco will definitely kill him.

"It's half past two? Well? Sms? ”

That night, the heart of an innocent boy in H University was broken, because the pure and holy angel in his heart collapsed with a bang-

"He said to sleep first, probably in the afternoon at the earliest, what, miss him?" , Han Xuejia smiled while pulling Bai Jing to the shade of the tree next to her.

Under the brutal fist of the woman, God did not dare to come forward to save this man.

"Miss Xue Jia, we are Qingdao Pingping Company, with a large number of professionals, specializing in providing special services for successful people, including economic marriage investigations, and things that are inconvenient for you to come forward in person, such as your enemies, love rivals, flies and mosquitoes chasing you, haha, please leave it to us. We can do whatever you want, kill people and set fires, you don't have to go! The charges are reasonable and the prices are fair! Look, is it okay for this pig to dress like this? Bai Jing pretended to talk nonsense, and pulled Du Hui in front of Han Xuejia.

She tidied up the books on the table and went to the dining room for breakfast.

"It's nothing, that's it. I'll be waiting for you at six o'clock in the afternoon. After saying that, the kid ran away.

"I feel stupid, maybe you're good at teaching." , Han Xuejia smiled sweetly.

"What's wrong? Is the wall collapsing again? ”

With a slap out, his hands were numb, and Marco calmed down. However, it took him a long time to realize that the slap mark on Han Xuejia's face was actually slapped by himself. He scolded himself, "! He immediately chased him out.

Han Xuejia finally understood why Marco said that her piano sound could not infect him. Maybe the guitar is the world in front of us, and the melody that each of us plays is our own life. I haven't experienced Marco's pain and love, gains and losses, so naturally I can't play such a touching melody with his sincere emotions like him.

"I don't know."

Caughtinalandslide

"It's not the same. The hippies are hedonistic and iconoclastic. They want to make themselves special, often wear bells and whistles, and are quite narcissistic. They don't work well, they despise the well-dressed 'Svens', and they are idle. Their greatest wish is to sleep with more women, and they want to die in a woman's bed and be a merry ghost. There is also the habit of inhaling white powder and taking ecstasy until one day you die of overdose. Punks are different from these guys, they are a group of so-called 'decadent' young people who are very dissatisfied with social reality, cynical, freedom-seeking, and hateful to bondage. They don't work well either, but not because they are afraid of hard work like the hippies, but they feel that working hard is actually the most decadent, and they like rebellion and freedom. Their greatest wish is for a big explosion of government institutions all over the world one day, and then they will be completely liberated, even if they go to the ruins of the collapsed United Nations headquarters to pee and binge. However, punk himself always shouts that he feels empty in life, but in fact, the 'emptiness' of punk is more fulfilling than those so-called 'fulfilling' lives. Well, to put it simply, hippies advocate hedonic indulgence, and punks advocate breaking the rules. Ma Ke told Han Xuejia a lot of fallacies and heresies.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, I'll ask you really." , Han Xuejia heard his tone full of sarcasm.

Han Xuejia was stunned, and Marco's eyes showed a resolute determination.

"There are still a lot of dishes, take them away." , Han Xuejia suddenly remembered that Marco was here, and it was estimated that these dishes would be his delicacies when he brought them back.

"Oh, thanks, I can have a full meal." Marco smiled slightly and accepted.

"Beijing?"

There is also a large "A" logo on the poster, but the horizontal inside is longer. Marco told her, that was Anarchy's initials, the sign of "anarchism". Of course, Marco himself had no interest in politics, and in his eyes, this sign was simply a desire for freedom, which was Punk's pursuit.

Marco couldn't help but feel a little gloomy. After all, it was a brother who had shared weal and woe with him, and the difficult wandering life of boiling cabbage and eating steamed buns around an iron pot, indulging in carnivals by the railway, and yelling at the incoming and outgoing trains was something Marco will never forget.

"It's a murmur. I've corrected the knob screws and capo clips for you, so it's not a guitar problem. You play it a few more times and I'll see. ”

"There are expensive ones, you can earn 15 yuan for making a gold thread paste print, and there are more expensive ones, you can earn 50 yuan for making a print, guess what?"

"Thank you." , Marco didn't refuse, both of them seemed to be used to it.

Mark still shook his head.

With a bang, his bowl was crooked, and Marco's head of porridge was poured out! Marco, who hadn't spoken a word for a week, had exploded with his long-lost passion and energy because of this bowl of hot porridge. He "Whew! With a burst of throat, he jumped up from the quilt and kicked Du Hui's ass violently, "You *** want to burn me to death!" ”

"Died in a bubble of urine, do you believe it?" Marco smiled, they had already descended the mountain.

Sure enough, Bai Jing made a soft coquettishness, and Du Hui was like a spring breeze in the bath, and he was full of beauty, and he immediately trotted to check out.

17:58 Beijing time——

"Okay, you get some sleep first."

——”。

", drag your pants, use ** as a sword, let's play fencing!" , Zhang Yang was triumphant, as if he had defeated the Olympic fencing champion with **.

She snapped her phone on and sighed.

As soon as the two of them met, they hugged and hugged each other, so they were not affectionate, they were like glass.

Marco took the towel, wiped his mouth, and stood up and put on the fat and cool shorts. He doesn't like to wear panties in the summer, as he feels like he's going to get moldy. He likes the feeling of being uninhibited. But there are some side effects, such as seeing a woman dressed in a violent street and accidentally thinking about it - Marco has to hold the guitar in front of him or squat urgently to avoid embarrassment. But that's just a physiological reaction. Since Sumy's death, Marco has had almost no interest in love. His life seems to be only music, only the guitar, and the rest he looks at very lightly.

Alittlehigh，littlelow

"It's supposed to be, this world is full of scum. A lot of scum who are even more scum than us are high-sounding and well-dressed. We hate those who are hypocritical, so we curse them with our music. We are scum, but we are innocent scum, we live in darkness, but our hearts are bright! Unlike those who are sanctimonious, they live in light, but their hearts are dark. We despise them just as they despise us! It's as simple as that, we're rebellious! We hate things that are unfair! Hate the world! Hate yourself too! ”

Soon, Han Xuejia arrived at the dormitory.

This guy is a heavy drinker, except for playing bass as if no one else is around, and indulging in lily**, wine bottles are his greatest pleasure. Strangely, as a native of Qingdao, he was dismissive of beer. In his eyes, beer is the pungent smell of bubbling horse urine, the most unpleasant liquid in the world. Since the age of eight, he has only recognized Erguotou, and he thinks this is a man's wine.

Is this what Mark is talking about playing his heart with a guitar?

King is even more amorous. Since he stole the forbidden fruit at the age of eleven, he has been riding the wind and waves in the ocean of love, setting sail, and he is out of control. He is as diligent as a bee, wandering among the flowers for more than ten years, spreading romantic pollen to his heart's content, and like a strong bull, tirelessly cultivating pieces of virgin land, he can be called a "virgin killer" and "pioneer hero".

"Well, it should be learned when it's painful, and people learn the guitar the fastest when they're in pain, that's how I feel. Because then you can inject your emotions into your guitar more easily, and it will be easier for you to comprehend the music. Marco replied with a smile, perhaps it was the kind of practice that bordered on madness in pain that led to his current skill.

"Huh? Knowing my thoughts so well, I knew what I wanted to say before I even opened my mouth. You're a talented girl. Marco was also amused by her cute appearance.

August in Qingdao is extremely hot, the weather is like a big steamer, and even the sea breeze is slimy and a little hot. Not to mention the bungalow where Marco lived, it was like a pressure cooker with hot air.

People will always betray their souls for some temptation.

"Why don't you think about something else?"

Switched to an AK-47 submachine gun? Maybe it's a cannon.

"Forget it, don't go. We're a swarm of demons. Marco smiled faintly.

Don‘tcrybecauseitisover，

"Man, you have to learn to laugh and tear up your own corpses from the past! Fall! ”

"yes, let's say, I mean, if- if I have a crush on you right now, does that count as love?"

"Go back first, and don't forget to pluck the strings with your right hand when playing the harmony. And - happy birthday. ”

18:04 Beijing time——

"Need a reason?" Marco smiled lightly and stopped talking.

Han Xuejia knew that Marco had been blaming himself for the past two years. He thought that if he had paid more attention to it, maybe Su Mei would not have died.

"It's really pitiful, then can you go to Ah Feng now?" , Han Xuejia asked.

Marco picked up his guitar, put his T-shirt on his bare shoulders, and left the cabin with Han Xuejia.

"10 grains?"

"Missed an opportunity? Nothing is missed, nothing is missed in life. On the day of Su Mei's accident, I could have kept her, even if I had asked her to go out a little later, and the outcome might have been different. Or I can accompany her to visit the client, so that she will not have an accident. How many opportunities did I miss to change that outcome? Many, much more. But is it possible? At noon that day, I didn't even notice when she was leaving. ”

Marco put the dish in the bowl and turned on the power on the rice cooker. The already stuffy room was even hotter, Han Xuejia was already sweating, and Marco dragged the T-shirt by himself and made fun of Han Xuejia.

The most amazing thing is that since he met Bai Jing, Du Hui has changed from a hooligan to a loyal and good man in the new era. He went shopping with Bai Jing all day long, laughing so much that his mouth couldn't close together, and the saliva flowing from the corners of his mouth was as sweet as sugar. When Bai Jing is coquettish, he will have difficulty breathing, and his blood pressure will suddenly jump up; If Bai Jing was in a good mood and rewarded him with a fragrant kiss, Du Hui would have a nosebleed and fainted and went into shock. This is also a matter of no choice, after all, Bai Jing rarely gives him a good look! Occasionally, Du Hui was naturally very excited and unbearable.

Because Du Hui had a stomachache and almost lost his combat effectiveness, and Han Xuejia and Bai Jing didn't eat much, there were a lot of dishes and cakes left.

"That damn bastard, it's none of my business that he's starving! I'm not angry with him, it's not worth being angry with this kind of person! Don't sue him, it's for him! Hmph, this bastard, I'm so pissed off! ”

"We drink the vomit of the saints, we have fun with dying prostitutes, we suck the blood of wild beasts, and we have the keys to the gates of hell".

Marco laughed and held up his guitar, which shone golden in the setting sun.

"It's easy, because I'm still learning. There's no end to playing guitar, and unless you can play at the level of JimiHendrix, you don't have the capital to say you don't need to practice anymore. ”

"I'm sorry, I just- I'm sorry—"

"Why?"

"A guitar?" , Han Xuejia almost couldn't believe her eyes.

"Well, I'm going to go to graduate school, so I didn't go home." , Han Xuejia smiled at him.

Kurt Cobain told reporters before his death: "Most new music fans don't really understand underground music, they like G'Roses and maybe Anthrax too, I don't expect them to understand our music, but I always try to make them understand us." Maybe one day, I can impress them. I really hope so. ”

After a full minute, Han Xuejia burst into tears.

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"What?" , Han Xuejia leaned down and curiously leaned on Marco's back, wanting to see what Marco was looking for.

When business and mainstream culture were about to consume Nirvana, Cobain chose to commit suicide, and he struggled with the contradiction between music and business. Perhaps when he walked through the gates of heaven, he would have understood Punk more deeply and thoroughly than at any other time in his life.

"In this case, I brought a lot of our specialties from my hometown, and I can't eat them, so I'll bring you some in the afternoon." , he walked side by side with Han Xuejia on the campus path like a fart.

"I don't know, IiishI'dneverbeenbornatall, a nice lyric, isn't it? Sometimes I wish I hadn't been born into this world, neverbeenbornatall—", Marco stroked his neck and muttered the phrase, smiling bitterly.

"Overtones? Well, it's like a church bell, you play it more slowly. ”

"Huh?"

"Hehe, aren't you distressed? Du Hui is so good to you, you are so good to others? I really don't know how to feel sorry for a man! Han Xuejia has already inherited the mantle of Marco Polo, and her mouth is full of trains.

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One of his hobbies is to delve into the so-called "Indian pose"** technique. This technique is often more complex, and some also borrow yoga exercises to avoid making men ejaculate too early, which is very beneficial for sexual pleasure and sexual health. It is said that this technique is now on the verge of being lost. However, King dismissed this rumor because he firmly believed that he was the master of the "Indian posture", a generation of grandmasters. Especially with a golden partner like Lily, King has performed the "Indian posture" to the fullest, and even innovated on the basis of respecting traditional craftsmanship.

"Who?" , Han Xuejia carefully stepped on the rocks under her feet, and the sandals she wore were not suitable for climbing mountains.

She buttoned up her mobile phone, it was only nine o'clock, and it was still early for Bai Jing and them to come over.

Han Xuejia smiled, a little bitter. Her tears had not yet dried, and the slap marks on her cheeks were clearly visible.

"It's only a dime? That's a lot of money! ”

"It's still too much."

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"Hehe, it's not difficult, anyway, I've also learned stave and violin! So I can do it in three steps? Han Xuejia giggled, as long as Marco resumed his joking appearance, he was still as amused as before.

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"Don't know? How so? ”

"Okay, there's a show tonight?" , Han Xuejia asked.

"You have a problem with your IQ, right?!" Marco pouted at her, smiled, and continued to explain to her, "Let's take H University as an example, it's both punk and not punk." ”

"The song of the gentleman, overwhelming, soul-stirring, very infectious, or - lethal. Listening to Brother Marco's guitar is like being in a rain of bullets, which makes our souls scatter and our flesh and blood fly until we have a mental breakdown and die without a whole body! The roommate replied with a smile and a look of disdain.

Han Xuejia couldn't help laughing. Sure enough, Jiang is still old and spicy, Marco Polo is Marco Polo, and this kind of bad idea is probably only something that a villain like him can think of. She understood what Marco meant, and it seemed that this time she was going to ask Bai Jing's model boyfriend Du Hui to come out in person to help her settle this Liu Rufei. After calling Bai Jing, Han Xuejia went to self-study with ease.

He lay on the bed and looked at the text message sent by Han Xuejia in the morning, smiled, and replied.

For a long time, there was no reply.

"No, you see, I gave you, I saw it there at the trestle. Happy birthday! Marco smiled and showed it to Han Xuejia.

"Xuejia, happy birthday! Wow, I haven't seen you for a few days and you're beautiful again! Bai Jing hadn't seen Han Xuejia for half a month.

"Marco-", Bai Jing couldn't help but feel a little sad, Marco, who had been lightly dragged and dragged lightly, had fallen into this step.

"Well, my head is almost flat, Bai Jing and they are gone?" Marco nodded.

"Xue Jia, let that dead pig pay for it." , Bai Jing smiled mischievously at Han Xuejia, turned her head to Du Hui, who was still slowly pulling out her wallet, and said, "Dead pig's head, why are you so procrastinating!" ”

"Really? How much does it cost to make one? Han Xuejia put away the small box, Marco went to a handicraft factory to do odd jobs after leaving the piano shop.

"I'm nothing, hehe, look." Marco turned around with a smile.

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Han Xuejia looked at Du Hui's angry appearance, and secretly admired Marco.

"Ahh You—I'll kill you! ”

9 Han Xuejia's romantic debt

What kind of man was Marco? Han Xuejia was puzzled.

She swept the strings gently—

"Less grinding there! Hurry up and pick up the cake! Hurry up, it's like you're half buried dead, why are you so wasteful with a dead pig's head! ”

Maybe that's what that poignant love does. In such a chaotic and dirty environment, Marco coldly rejected those temptations. Compared with finding a woman to be happy, he would rather hold the guitar and sit quietly by the sea to reminisce about those sweet moments with Samui. He would even murmur to the sea, as if Su Mei was still by his side, and pour out his distress and longing to her. It was the gentle and sweet "um" and the scent of cherry blossoms in his heart that suppressed the crazy and tyrannical love in Marco's heart, slowly soothed his confused spirit, and kept him from losing his way.

"Drugs, alcoholism, foul-mouthedness, erosion, violence, gore, filth, fast driving, sexuality, lawless scumbag, shameless rebellion against ethics and morality, spurned social scum, madmen who should be thrown into a psychiatric hospital—", Marco counted earnestly with his fingers.

The alarm clock next to the pillow went off, a plastic alarm clock that looked like a small house.

"Marco, you-", Han Xuejia was a little afraid of this manic Marco.

"Wait a minute, you really don't blame me?" , Han Xuejia's tolerant and good temper made Ma Ke embarrassed.

The gift is a cute stuffed animal. Han Xuejia kissed the plush puppy and put it aside. There is also a beautiful greeting card in the box, and the payment after the gift is quite interesting. The big "Du Hui" has the shape of a heart drawn inside, and "Bai Jing" is written in that heart, it seems that this Du Hui really puts Bai Jing in his heart all the time.

"Your posture and holding the piano are not very natural, and the muscles in your hands are too tense, yes, relax, that's it." , Marco helped Han Xuejia adjust his movements.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

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Is that a resentment against the world? Or a curse on yourself?

12 The story of Ah Feng

"Hmm." , Han Xuejia nodded a little blankly, and went down the mountain with Marco.

This was the beginning of Marco's guitar path.

"Boom!"

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"Urn!"

However, Du Hui can still find someone to vent his frustration, that is-Liu Rufei!

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"No, there's high-voltage wires there. There was a loud bang, a large fireball flashed, and he was scorched, very pitiful. ”

"Why?" , Han Xuejia was a little strange.

"Don't be modest, I mean really. But you have no emotion when you play the guitar, and no matter how well you play, you can't infect others, and you can't compare to mine! Marco stinks and praises his IbanezJS1000.

"If it's hot, drag your skirt, I don't mind."

"Why did you come here! My drums are broken. Where are you two going? Zhang Yang swore at King and Lily. He had a cigarette in his mouth, old jeans full of holes, and a fancy T-shirt on top. His blonde mohican hairstyle, paired with big earrings on his ears, was nothing more than an attempt to show that he was a real punk.

"Take the 'four major topics' of philosophy, the universe, life, love, and death, I have a lot of research experience."

"Happy birthday, and I wish Xuejia more and more beautiful, Marc."

"I- I'm going to play with someone else at night. I've already made an appointment, sorry. ”

Bai Jingzheng was looking at the porridge dripping from Marco's hair in surprise, and suddenly felt that it was dark in front of him, and a figure flew over. She instinctively opened her arms, and as a result, she and Du Hui hugged each other firmly. At that moment, Bai Jing's mouth was wide enough to stuff an apple. Du Hui was also stunned. He really couldn't believe that he just made a wish, why did his dream come true immediately? Happiness came too suddenly, didn't it?! Even an old pervert like him blushed embarrassedly. Du Hui hugged Bai Jing in a daze, so happy that he was confused, he smirked and muttered to himself like an idiot-

Otherwise it will be painful and confused.

"Don't know?"

"Boom! Boom! ”

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After Bai Jing reprimanded Du Hui, he went to the dormitory upstairs, lying on the window and waiting to see a good show! ~！