In the mixed literary circle of Sijiu City, if you just have money, not to mention resources, if you are not careful, even your bones will be chewed up.

Therefore, Qin Qingxue, who steadily made the two seasons of "Thorn Qin", had some music program quotas in his hands from time to time.

Standing behind him is Cui Jianjun.

Qin Qingxue's father is called Qin Qingguo, and he is the drummer of Cui Jianjun's band "Pentahedron".

These two big names in the history of rock and roll, one is called Jianjun and the other is called Qingguo, and their names are imprinted with a strong mark of the times.

They do the coolest things of their peers, write their thoughts and understandings of the times into spicy lyrics, and they are proud of their names.

1986 year.

Wu Hai, editor of the Audio and Video Publishing Agency, proposed to hold a concert of 100 singers for the "International Year of Peace," and "Ninehedron" was among the invitees.

In the process of submitting the band's works for approval, although the person in charge of the Oriental Song and Dance Troupe at that time was worried because of the singing method that was very different from the aesthetic habits at that time, after two rehearsals, he still agreed to the band's official appearance at the party.

This was the beginning of my country's rock music on the stage.

July 18, 1988.

The People's Daily published a 1,500-word article titled "Rock 'n' Roll – Why Cui Jianjun's Works Are Popular."

This is the first time that a rock singer has been featured on mainstream media in mainland China.

Since then, no matter what Cui Jianjun's attitude is, in the eyes of others, he has stepped into the altar.

The eastern suburbs of Sijiu City. In 1952, it was relocated from the 10th district of the city. It was revoked in 58 and renamed the CY district that is now famous.

Cui Jianjun was born here in 1959 and still lives here.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there was a commotion in the small tavern.

The diners are all elderly neighbors who know each other.

They drank wine and talked across the table, and some of them talked and served wine and food, and the two tables became one.

In such a tavern full of market fireworks, in the most corner position, there were three people.

On the table were a plate of edamame, a plate of money belly, and a bowl of cucumbers.

It's all snacks, but a few people are eating noodles.

Cui Jianjun poured the "mutton boil" into the noodles, mixed it, and sucked it up. It's still that taste.

"Lao Zhang hasn't grown up in the past 30 years."

"It's just your father's mouthful, I don't like to eat this."

"It's better for you to find your father for this matter, Qin Chuan is more familiar with him than me."

"Lou Sanchang chatted with him."

Cui Jianjun has a problem, he bows his head when he speaks, and he doesn't make eye contact with people. And from time to time, he paused, as if he was talking to himself, and as long as he was distracted by chatting with him, he might not understand what he said.

If you are a sleek person, it is bound to be said here, you speak well, and who in the circle will not give you face.

But Qin Qingxue couldn't say these words.

She peeled a clove of garlic and put it in a small bowl, "I don't like to talk to him." ”

"I don't like to talk to him either."

Cui Jianjun smiled, picked up the garlic clove, and took a bite.

Then she put the bowl down and looked at Meng Shi beside her.

Meng Shi stirred and beat the lo noodles like fried noodles. Old man Lu taught him how to eat fried noodles, but his family didn't sell this lo mein, and Meng Shi wouldn't either.

He took the chopsticks and made a few strokes, and the bright glass covering his face suddenly disappeared, and a bowl of soup and water turned into good noodles.

He simply took the bowl and pulled it into his mouth with the soup.

Except for the bowl of send-off noodles that my mother made for her before leaving, and a bottle of beer from Qin Qingxue's hand, he hadn't eaten a bite of anything since the morning.

I'm really hungry.

The shopkeeper, who was the old Zhang that Cui Jianguo just mentioned, brought a bowl of mutton soup.

When he saw Meng Shi like this, he couldn't help pouting, "It's a bad thing." ”

"Eating bowls of noodles also talks about rules."

"Tired or not."

"I can't be the master when it comes to going to power."

"I'll take you to talk to the fifth child tomorrow."

Cui Jianjun still didn't look at people, and he jumped when he spoke.

This is the first time Qin Qingxue has been in the capital for a few years, and he has begged him to do something, although he looks outrageous about this matter, he still responded.

He didn't let Meng Shi sing a song, nor did he let Meng Shi play the instrument.

It was as if his relatives and children asked him to find a job, so he led him to ask another friend.

As for whether it can be successful, it depends on Meng Shi himself.

After he finished a few words, he looked at Meng Shi.

Meng Shi nodded to indicate that he understood.

He got up, "Then I'll go back first." ”

Meng Shi and Qin Qingxue sent him out of the door, and then watched him leave on a battery car.

He turned and disappeared from sight.

Meng Shi turned his head to Qin Qingxue and said, "He actually wears a hard hat." ”

Qin Qingxue looked at him and felt like a stupid beep with a sick brain.

And I know he's a stupid beep, and I brought him here, which is even more stupid.

"If this building must collapse, I hope it will collapse in your hands."

No way, who let him say "the summer of the band", it's too tempting.

If this happens, the old man in the family will have a dislocated jaw.

Qin Qingxue poured herself a bowl of mutton soup and skimmed out all the coriander.

Drinking mutton soup in the summer, I sweated all over my body.

She felt a fire in her heart, burning her heat.

"I'll see you tomorrow, it's not appropriate for me to accompany me, you give me a little normal, do you know?"

Ever since Meng Shi shaved her head, she felt that this thing's brain was more or less abnormal.

Meng Shi looked up from the noodle bowl, "Who is the fifth child?" ”

"Smack"

Qin Qingxue felt that a string in her head was broken.

The next night, it was again this tavern.

When Cui Jianguo came in with Meng Shi, the fifth child had already arrived.

There was no food on the table, but there were two empty wine bottles.

"This is the fifth of the main string player of the eight-hundred-mile Qinchuan."

The title of the lead stringer is unique to "Qin Chuan" because their band needs to use more than just guitar and bass.

This Northwest man with two hands and a beard is proficient in all string music.

"This is Meng Shi, he wants to sing a song to San'er."

Cui Jianguo brought a baseball cap tonight, and half of his face was hidden under the brim, which was concise and to the point.

Lao Wu looked at Meng Shi.

The three men were silent.

Meng Shi thought that Lao Wu would come up with a question to see if he was qualified, or directly refuse.

In either case, he thought about how to solve it.

But Lao Wu opened his mouth and said something that Meng Shi had never thought of: "He knows you." ”

Meng Shi was very surprised, and began to search in his mind to see if there was a memory that he had forgotten.

"More than half a month ago, Lu Chengkang came to us with a film to score it, and after he finished watching it, it took him two days to make the soundtrack, and finally got the 'wind erosion' on it."

Lao Wu explained.

Meng Shi suddenly realized that the soundtrack written by Lu Chengkang on the subtitles really found Lou San himself.

He has always thought that he and Lou San have not intersected, but in fact, they have already done one thing together.

Only in the end, he swapped the song down.

Meng Shi opened his mouth, "I ......"

Lao Wu seemed to know what he was going to say, "He said that you make it better, life should look forward, and people can't struggle in the quagmire they have created." ”

Lao Wu opened a bottle of wine and handed it to Meng Shi, then took his own wine bottle and touched him.

"He said he wanted to see you......"

“……”