Meng Shi looked at the message on his mobile phone that "Lou San was in a car accident and left".

There is no reply.

Chen He didn't send any more messages or call.

The two were very silent, and they didn't mean to cry at all.

Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan is at the top of the rock circle, and the road teeth didn't even roll into the circle, so they left the scene in disgrace.

They didn't have a chance to meet Lou San, they looked up at Lou San high up, and they didn't even have the idea of being a target.

For "Ma Lu Yazi", "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan" is a very distant thing.

Just like the names of the two, this is the gap between Cicada and Peng.

Now there are two voices in the rock circle.

One, it's nonsense whether rock 'n' roll is not commercialized, you guys, eat your full meal first and then think about the rest.

The most often said thing on his lips is "Guan Yun", after getting married, he has completely lost his works, transferred to variety shows, took his children on shows, and then served as a judge in various talent shows, and began to tell again and again about the "hard years" of eating instant noodles and creating creation.

The other is that rock and roll should be pure, when the idea is corrupted by capital, then rock has no meaning to exist "pseudo-rock", when you lose your mind, don't swagger with the banner of rock and roll, and play popular with those people in Hong Kong and Taiwan.

The representatives of this category are "Ziye", "second-hand", and "Mr. Wan", who is gradually going crazy.

These two groups look down on each other.

And Lou San can eat on both sides.

Because he had the ability to commercialize, but with constant contact from record companies, he turned his head and started to tinker with experimental music.

To use a sentence in "Zhuangzi" to describe Lou San's "eight hundred miles of Qinchuan" is - its wings are like clouds hanging from the sky.

In the contemporary rock music scene, Lou San opened his hands and covered both groups of people under his wings.

And both sides are quite convinced.

The things on Lou San are quite mysterious, and they are also quite simple - the original intention.

He is not very famous outside the circle, but his status in the circle is second only to that of my country's rock enlightener who was born in the compound.

And just such a person, died in a car accident.

The driver, who drank a little wine and ran him to death, can call his wheel "the wheel of fate".

Meng Shi thought about it nonchalantly, and then muttered, "I want to meet you." ”

I don't know if I want to see Lou San or the driver.

Looking at the sky like a cover, I feel that people like Lou San are dead, so it rains and a meteor falls.

At ten o'clock, the moon rose on the second quarter, and the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the frogs were singing.

It turns out that Lou San is an ordinary person.

So many people die every day, why can't it be him.

So it should be sunny or sunny on this day.

The next day, Meng Shi called Lu Jia up early in the morning.

Lu Jia brushed his teeth in the bathroom, and Meng Shi squatted at the door.

He looked at his own vague shadow in the white tiles and said, "Let my brother take you to the rice mill today, after the lottery list comes out, you can send it to me, and I will let someone arrange the delivery." ”

The rice harvested in the past few days is the seven points of land left by Grandpa, and a total of more than 1,000 catties have been harvested, dried and husked, and there should be six or seven hundred catties of rice.

These rice, he asked Lu Jia to help draw the lottery, and his own account has no permission.

The permissions required for the interactive lottery of the beep station are very complicated, so Meng Shi "gifted" this land to Lu Jia at the beginning, which was the idea of hitting.

Grandpa has never even been to Hezhou City in his life, but he should be very happy that the rice he grows can be eaten by friends all over the country.

Meng Shi originally wanted to ship this matter by himself, but now he wants to go to the capital, and he wants to.

There will be a "grand event" there, and he wants to take the "road teeth" with him.

Lu Jia was anxious when she heard Meng Shi's words, she was familiar with Meng Shi, and she stayed comfortable with Meng Shi.

She pulled the electric toothbrush she brought from her mouth and poked her head out, "What about the mud!" ”

She spoke excitedly, sprayed Meng Shi's toothpaste foam, and then saw Meng Shi look up speechless, she couldn't help laughing, and then sprayed him again.

Meng Shi took her out, turned on the faucet and flushed her face, looked at the hair that had grown in the mirror to cover her ears, and reached out to flip through the box next to the washstand.

Lu Jia twisted his ass and squeezed him away from the faucet, took a glass of water and rinsed his mouth.

She raised her head roughly, lowered her head and spit out the water, and when she looked up again, she found that Meng Shi had already taken off her clothes.

"What are you doing!" Lu Jia was taken aback and pointed at Meng Shi with an electric toothbrush.

Meng Shi ignored her, activated the electric fader in his hand, and pushed it back from his forehead.

As a large tuft of hair fell to the ground, Lu Jia's mouth opened and he couldn't believe it, "Spray your hair with toothpaste foam, there's no need!" How much do you hate me?! ”

Meng Shi lazily teased her, stuffed the electric clipper into her hand, pulled a plastic stool for putting clothes from the corner of the bathroom, sat down, and said, "The hair is long, push it." ”

After speaking, Meng Shi stretched out his hand and gestured on his head, signaling Lu Jia to help him push.

A three-millimeter caliper head is attached to the electric clipper, and anyone can use it.

Lu Jia took the electric fader, and felt much more comfortable.

It was the first time she had done something like this, and she was scrambling to get it right.

Looking in the mirror, hey, it's quite a man with a black face.

Although he had just fiddled with it for a long time, it was over at this moment, and Lu Jia didn't touch Meng Shi's head again.

She patted Meng Shi on the shoulder: "Hey, why are you going?" ”

Meng Shi looked at his broken hair, drove out the gossipy Lu Jia, and said through the door: "Go see a friend I haven't met." ”

Lu Jia squatted at the door of the bathroom with the same action as Meng Shi just now, and when she heard Meng Shi say this, she immediately jumped up, "You guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes is actually dating online!" I wish you that you will be deceived in online dating, and you will lose eight thousand when you meet! ”

"You don't watch Xiao Jue's video, I still wrote it." Meng Shi squeezed the shampoo, rubbed it vigorously, and took a bath with the foam that came out, "It's not a netizen." ”

"It's boring." Lu Jia cut off, squatted at the door again, and asked in a casual tone, "Not a netizen?" What is that friend you haven't met? ”

Meng Shi's hand rubbing the bath paused. In the middle of the night, Lu Jia seemed to hear a sentence in the sound of rushing water, "Count yourself as a bosom friend." ”

For the first time, Lu Jia felt that this product still had the sour taste of Wenqing.

But then I was curious about what a person like Meng Shi would be like.

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"Lou San is a special person. Eight hundred miles Qinchuan is a special band. ”

The person who spoke, who looked about the same age as Meng Shi, held his mobile phone with a stand, and didn't know whether it was a live broadcast or a vlog.

As he spoke, he took out a cell phone from his pocket and found a song to play.

Meng Shi, who was sitting next to him, listened to it as "The Rotten Hometown in Memory".

The brother squinted his eyes slightly, his chin raised forty-five degrees, as if listening to the hymn, and then squinted at Meng Shi, who was sitting next to him with an expressionless face, and said, "Do you understand this song?" ”

Meng Shi listened to Lou San's seemingly meaningless chanting, "It's very ugly." ”

To be honest, he always found this song to be ugly.

Lou San stayed in the city and used this song to pay tribute to his spiritual world.

And Meng Shi has always regarded the other world as his spiritual sustenance.

And that world can't be seen or touched, Meng Shi can only let it rot in his memory.

So whether it is for Lou San or Meng Shi, it is uncomfortable to listen to this song.

He had a rare look at his phone for a few hours last night.

Lou Sanren died, and it was on the hot search, it seemed that all of a sudden the whole Internet was his fans, and the whole world was missing him, and it seemed that everyone began to understand his music that no one understood in the past two years.

"Wind Eclipse", "Goodbye Li Jiangshan", and "The Rotten Hometown in Memory" are impacting the comments, 999+ rows of small candles are lit, and the new song "Can't Get Old" is hanging high at the top of each list. It seems that everyone has a story to say to him.

People in the rock circle got together, and after a day's work, "the hometown of the yellow sand flying" became "sending the three souls of the building back to their hometown".

All the tickets were snatched up, and the scalpers copied thousands of tickets, and they couldn't get it.

It seems that Rock 'n' Roll Thirty-Five flicked his fingers and suddenly dreamed back to 94.

Although it shouldn't be, Meng Shi felt that this thing was quite ironic, and even a little funny.

The brother was very dissatisfied with Meng Shi's attitude, he glanced at the guitar bag at Meng Shi's feet, and was very disdainful: "Ugly? That's what you say about the Divine Comedy! ”

Divine?

Lou Sanyi died, and this song has become a divine comedy?

Meng Shi looked at his serious face and grinned: "I feel that you understand him quite well, in this way, I have a ticket for the concert of 'Sending Three Souls to Return to Hometown' here, and now the scalpers have been fried to five thousand, I will sell it to you for four thousand five, you go and send him." ”

The brother was choked for a moment, and finally held back one word: "Vulgar!" ”