Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Zhang Linjun walked along the courtyard wall of the Lama Temple to the Artillery Bureau Hutong.

He felt that his brain was still wooden, his hands and feet were a little numb, and he walked lightly, as if he was stepping on a cloud.

It's not a physical experience, it's a mental state.

Just tonight, he was in a tavern and met three "immortals".

He felt as if he had witnessed something remarkable.

But when I think about it, I feel very empty.

Fortunately, it was recorded, and I had time to watch it over and over again.

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Zhang Linjun didn't eat dinner.

He stayed in the youth hostel until seven o'clock, deposited his notebook in a closet, and then went out with his phone and stand, and then carried a bag on his back.

From the Desheng Gate Arrow Tower to the pond.

Take Metro Inner Ring Line 2 and get off at Entrance B of Lama Temple Station.

Go forward to Yonghegong Bridge East Station, transfer to No. 75, and arrive at Balizhuang Nanli Station.

Zhang Linjun saw the CY District Social Security Center from a distance, and then walked in another direction and crossed the overpass.

He followed the "affordable authentic Beijing flavor" recommended by the UP he was concerned about, and arrived at this tavern that has been open for 30 years and can eat noodles.

There are few people in this tavern, and he asked for a thirteen-yuan mutton noodles.

"Boss, it is said that Cui Jianjun, Mr. Cui, their band used to drink with you?"

When the noodles were served, Zhang Linjun asked the boss.

"Lao Cui, I came here last night, but yes, he doesn't like to come to me, but Lao Qin likes it."

Lao Zhang put down his face, said casually, and turned to leave.

Cui Jianjun said last night that he hadn't grown up in half his life, and the boy with a round and black face was beating the noodles.

Lao Zhang wrote it down in his heart, and next time he came, he would put more salt.

He said it casually, but this young man with the same surname Zhang in his family was stupid to listen to.

That's the "God of Rock and Roll", how did it get into the mouth of this old man, it's almost the same as the old Cui next door who met when buying groceries!

Zhang Linjun just wanted to ask a few more questions, and then from the screen taken by his mobile phone, he saw Lao Wu, the main string player of "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan", walking in.

He felt like his mind was going to go viral.

"With his understanding of rock music, maybe he will invite himself to a concert."

Zhang Linjun's mind was spinning rapidly, thinking about how he should start, but his body didn't move.

It's like meeting a beautiful girl in the library, and in the mind, and the girl's children are in kindergarten.

The reality is that even if you look at the girl more, you are afraid of being discovered, and every cell in her body reveals pathetic.

It wasn't until Lao Wu drank two bottles of beer that Zhang Linjun finally mustered up the courage to say hello, just a greeting.

But before he could get up, Cui Jianjun walked into the tavern with his head down.

Although he wore a hat, Zhang Linjun, who was a rock fan, recognized him at a glance.

The moment Cui Jianjun appeared, he felt that he had been thrown a flash, and his mind went blank with a buzz.

When he came back to his senses, he heard Cui Jianjun introduce to Lao Wu, "This is Meng Shi, he wants to sing a song for San." ”

"He knows you."

"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."

"He said that you can make it better, life should look forward, and people can't struggle in the quagmire they have made."

"He said he wanted to see you."

Zhang Linjun listened to Lao Wu's words coming from behind.

He looked at Meng Shi, who had been silent on his mobile phone screen, and no longer had the courage to stand up.

was full of singing on the high-speed train, and then asked Meng Shi: "Do you understand this song?" ”

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Zhang Linjun's youth hostel is just behind the Lama Temple, a few minutes' walk away.

The room was a six-person room, and he asked for the innermost top bunk bed.

93 pieces a night.

He lived until the 30th, which was a big expense for him, counting the food for the past few days.

However, this money is earned by making videos during his own summer vacation, and he is not distressed to spend it.

But the ticket to the memorial concert, he could not afford.

The family is not rich, although he wants to go, but he can't open his mouth and get money from his family.

Zhang Linjun took out his laptop from the cabinet, ran back to his room, ignored the eyes of several others, and climbed onto his bed.

He sat down with his back against the wall, transferred the video to the computer, pulled it into the processing software, and then brought the Audio-Technica M30X he had just bought.

In the video.

Lao Wu opened a bottle of wine and put it in front of Meng Shi.

Meng Shi picked it up.

Lao Wu touched the bottle with him and said, "He said he wanted to see you." ”

Zhang Linjun hoped that Meng Shi would give a response. And Meng Shi didn't say anything.

However, Zhang Linjun felt that when Meng Shi heard Lao Wu say that Lou San also wanted to see him, his eyes were different.

At this moment, Zhang Linjun thought of Meng Shi's answer to his question in the car, "It's very ugly." ”

"This is a sad song, naturally ugly."

"He and Lou San both wanted to see each other, but they never had a chance again."

Zhang Linjun whispered to himself, his mind made up for Meng Shi's mental activities, and he couldn't help but tears.

He had completely forgotten that just yesterday, Meng Shi tried to sell him tickets for the Memorial Lou No. 3 concert at a price of 4,500 yuan.

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

“……”

Meng Shi didn't know how he should answer this, he felt a little cold behind his back.

The eyes of the fifth guy seemed to be sending him down to accompany Lou San in the next moment.

Cui Jianjun saw that Lao Zhang was busy, so he went to get a bottle of small two pot heads.

He twisted the cap, took a sip, and said, "......"

The tavern was very noisy, with the collision of wine glasses, the whirring of hanging fans overhead, and all kinds of overdrunk neighbors talking.

Zhang Linjun didn't hear what Cui Jianjun said at the time, and now he began to adjust the audio track with headphones to reduce the noise floor.

When he played it again, he heard Cui Jianjun's voice coming, "Life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten." ”

"Regret things are not discussed, there is no point." Meng Shi took the opportunity to take the conversation and asked Lao Wu, "When will Teacher Lou return to his hometown?" ”

His words poked at the most sensitive place in Lao Wu's heart, and he was silent.

"It shouldn't have continued."

"The company is not benevolent."

"I can't stop now."

Cui Jianjun lowered his head, half of his face was under the brim of his hat, and he paused sentence by sentence, and he didn't know who he was talking to.

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Zhang Linjun listened to it over and over again, opened the document again, and typed down these few sentences.

But it started when Meng Shi asked, 'When will Mr. Lou return to his hometown'.

The silence of the fifth child is still Cui Jianjun's words.

He couldn't figure out what that meant.

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Meng Shi and Lao Wu understood what Cui Jianjun meant.

Lou San's funeral has not yet been held, and the concert on the 30th should not have continued.

When something like this happened, the organizers of the concert were supposed to open the refund window, but they didn't do it.

Now that public opinion is exploding, it seems that everyone is ignoring the first two points.

They are all saying that rock people and artists like Lou San shouldn't just walk silently.

In their lifetimes, they just want to see a band like Eight Hundred Miles Qin Chuan make it to the Bird's Nest.

The driving force behind this matter is naturally the action of the organizer who did not open the refund.

Whoever is getting the so-called high-priced scalper ticket, everyone who understands it understands.

But the impetuous insiders were brought to the rhythm and thought that taking this singing down was the best send-off for Lou San.

Out of enthusiasm and respect for Lou San, they began to speak out and perform for free.

But capital has no blood and respect, it is the devil of greed.

Lao Wu and Lou San's girlfriend Li Jiangshan were coerced, and they hadn't recovered from Lou San's accident yet, and things had come to this point.

"Dream back to Qinchuan, soul back to hometown" This is not a feeling, nor is it a commemoration.

It was a starting chariot, and the bands got into it with respect for Lou San, but the steering wheel was not in their hands.

"It shouldn't have continued."

"The company is not benevolent."

"I can't stop now."

Cui Jianjun didn't have a head or a tail.

The three of them were like Spiegel in their hearts, and they no longer had the interest to speak.

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The drinking game without this sentence lasted for more than an hour. Except for Meng Shi who ate a bowl of noodles, they just drank all the time.

Zhang Lin left Meng Shi to stir the noodles for more than ten seconds.

Then I cut out this part of the drinking game.

The picture jumped to Lao Zhang walking over.

Lao Zhang appeared in the camera, he saw that the three of them were just blindly drinking, so he came over to persuade him, and then took out his mobile phone to make a call.

After this phone call, Zhang Linjun cut out the duration of more than ten minutes.

A woman lifts the curtain on the tavern door.

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Qin Qingxue lifted the curtain of the tavern.

She received a call from Lao Zhang, saying that Lao Cui, Lao Wu and Meng Shi were already drunk in the tavern.

She put down what she was doing and drove over non-stop.

Qin Qingxue walked into the tavern and saw at a glance the three people who had obviously drunk too much.

Cui Jianguo patted the table gently, Meng Shi knocked the sea bowl with chopsticks, and Lao Wu knocked each other with two wine bottles.

Qin Qingxue only felt anger rise suddenly.

If this is photographed, I don't know what it will become.

I don't know, I thought they were celebrating something.

With the expansion of the company's scale, Qin Qingxue's thinking is inevitably inclined to this aspect.

She walked in angrily, stood beside Meng Shi, and stared at him.

Meng Shi was already drunk, and his eyelids were heavy.

He felt that there was one more person around him, stopped knocking on the chopsticks on the side of the bowl in his hand, and raised his eyes to see two Qin Qingxue, so he asked with a smile: "Will you also become devils in the future?" ”

Cui Jianjun and Lao Wu, who were staring in a daze, looked at her together when they heard Meng Shi's words.

Qin Qingxue didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but looking at the three drunks, her anger suddenly disappeared somehow.

She raised her hand and slapped Meng Shi's forehead, scolding: "You see that the old lady doesn't look like a devil now!" ”

Meng Shi was already very drunk, and was slapped back by Qin Qingxue, in order to maintain his balance, he subconsciously pulled his hand, and the wine bottle on the table fell to the ground with a bang.

A pile of wine bottles, crackling, some falling to the ground and shattering, some gurgling and rolling out.

With this movement, the eyes of all the diners in the tavern were drawn to this table.

Zhang Linjun, who didn't dare to move in one position all night, took advantage of the chaos to hold his mobile phone, turned around, and faced the table for the first time.

Meng Shi kicked the broken wine bottle glass on the ground with his foot.

Qin Qingxue stretched out her hand and dragged him.

Cui Jianjun seemed to be stimulated by the sound of the wine bottle falling to the ground.

He sat down for a moment, then raised his hand and swept the bottles and bowls on the table under the table, and began to pound on the table with great force.

Zhang Linjun immediately heard that this was the first song of "Nine Sides" "Let's Scatter a Little Wild".

With the beating of the drum on the tabletop, it sounds.

Meng Shi grabbed Qin Qingxue's hand with his backhand and stood up with his strength.

He stepped on the stool with one foot, followed the rhythm with the other, slapped the table again and again, and began to shout:

"Lalal, from white to black!"

"I want people to see me, but they don't know who I am!"

"I have feet, I have legs, I have a thousand mountains and ten thousand waters!"

Ridiculous and unbounded, forget the lyrics and come casually.

"I want all I have, not to hate and regret."

"I don't want to stay in one place, and I don't want anyone to follow!"

Meng Shi lay back with one hand.

Qin Qingxue was behind him, hugging him hard, very hard.

Lao Wu staggered to his feet, and let out a roar of unknown meaning from his mouth, like the long howl of a lone wolf. This is the most primitive Qin dialect in "The Rotten Hometown in Memory".

The three of them suppressed the anger of the night and began to steam.

The tavern is in shambles.

A group of old neighbors watched silently, Lao Cui patted "Let's Scatter a Little Wild" on the table that he hadn't sung for more than ten years, and the tattooed Northwest man roared with tears on his face.

Meng Shi lay in Qin Qingxue's arms, raised his head and shouted: "I don't want to believe that there are really devils in this world!" I don't want to go against anyone! ”

After shouting this, he didn't seem to have the strength anymore, and put his head on Qin Qingxue's shoulder.

"If you see I'm a little tired, pour me a bowl of water."

Before he lost consciousness, he thought to himself that tonight's noodles were salty from Nyima.

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This section is shot very clearly, and the angle is good.

And except for the sound of the fan turning, all other noises are gone.

The Qin dialect of "The Rotten Hometown in Memory" + Cui Jianjun's "Let's Scatter a Little Wild" by knocking on the table, accompanied by Meng Shi's unknown words and his ridiculous shouts.

All this is combined, like the noise of the upstairs decoration percussion drill, which is pounding in Zhang Linjun's head.

He masochistically pulled the progress bar of the video back over and over again.

But the more I listened, the more I didn't understand, and my brain seemed to be shaken into paste.

He gave up thinking and the video continued.

A group of neighbors carried the drunk three people into the car, and Qin Qingxue drove away.

A man who looked at about fifty people put his arms around Lao Zhang's neck with red eyes, "Brother Zhang, let's get a ticket." ”

Lao Zhang threw him away, "More than 5,000 sheets, fucking neurotic!" ”

Zhang Lin shook a little.

He thought of Meng Shi on the train and grinned to himself: "I feel that you understand him quite well, in this way, I have a concert ticket here, and now the scalpers have been fried to five thousand, I will sell it to you for four thousand and five, you can go and see it." ”

He thought of Meng Shi looking up at Qin Qingxue, and he also grinned: "Will you also become a devil in the future?" ”

Zhang Linjun felt that he understood.

"Money is a murderer."