"Go and meet a friend you haven't met."

"It's a bosom friend."

Lu Jiajia finally knew that Meng Shi had left her in Yaoshan Village, and the "friend she hadn't met" was Lou San.

"I don't know where I am."

"Will I cry when I give birth?"

"I don't know where I'm going."

"I sing the ballad of having no homeland."

She remembered "Flowing Summer" and remembered Meng Shi who was hiding behind the camera.

Obviously a heartless, fooling people to jump on the new treasure island, and a half-dead scoundrel who can make people popular with one mouth.

Why does it make people feel distressed from time to time?

Lu Jiajia recalled how she met him.

"Look, that man is like a dog"

That day, he squatted in front of his grandfather's shop, smoking a cigarette.

More than ten minutes of video, she didn't know how she watched it, and she was inexplicably distressed.

Like a hypochondriac. Well, like a strip... Loser.

She contacted an account named Meng Shi, that is, the UP owner who posted the video, hoping to know if this was him.

So the two began to intersect.

It's only been less than two months, why do you feel like you've known each other for a long, long time?

"Meng Shi! Ma Lu Yazi lead singer Meng Shi! Meng Shi! ”

Someone on stage was shouting his name.

There was chaos around him, some people covered their faces and cried, and some people raised their arms and shouted.

The whole stadium was boiling because of him.

Lu Jia looked at Meng Shi, who was standing in the middle of the stage with his head up and his eyes closed, and suddenly wanted to hug him again, just like on the roof of Yaoshan Village.

The sound of a relaxing guitar came, and then his voice drowned out the tens of thousands of people in the venue.

"I won't miss you anymore, even if the last curtain of the galaxy falls in front of me."

Bang!

He slammed his guitar to the ground.

Airplanes~

The sound of the strings snapping was heard throughout the audience.

Lu Jiajia's gaze went over the broken guitar on the ground, watching the white-clothed Meng Shi walk from the stage to the darkness.

She heard the second uncle, who had always been steady, suddenly shouted to the stage: "Put it down!" Come on! You were born to play with light and shadow! ”

Lu Chengkang helped Meng Shi edit the materials for the whole summer, so there was "Flowing Summer".

This is a kind of spiritual communication, the most intuitive collision of ideas, far more direct than words.

There are only so many things that people can hold with two hands, and moving forward is a process of constantly putting down and picking up again.

Whether it's love or career, life is all about moving forward in constant trade-offs.

Even if you sometimes pick sesame seeds and lose watermelon, it's not fun.

Although Lu Chengkang didn't know what the burden in Meng Shi's heart was, he just knew that Meng Shi let go at this moment.

"Flowing Summer" was a release, and now with this guitar shattered, he can finally travel far away.

Lu Jiajia looked at the excited second uncle and shouted, "What did he put down?!" ”

The entire arena was like a roaring sea at the moment, and the two used a method of communication that had never happened before - face-to-face yelling.

Lu Chengkang watched Lao Wu pick up the broken guitar on the ground, followed Meng Shi down, and shouted: "He put down ......"

With the curtain call of "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan", the lighting effect on the stage like the whistling yellow sand gradually dimmed until it fell into complete darkness.

Lu Chengkang suddenly felt that the word let go was not strong enough.

He groaned for a moment, using very dramatic words, like an aria, like a middle two disease, "He killed his former self!" At this moment, he is like a new life! ”

Lu Jiajia shook her head vigorously.

She felt that what the second uncle said was wrong.

She remembered the day when she strayed into the "depths of a hundred flowers" from the alley of Huguo Temple, and a young man in white walked by with a guitar on his back.

The second uncle said that "Baihua Deep Hutong" used to be graffiti, until it was renovated several times in 08, and it became as glamorous as it is now.

And she found an earlier record in the book.

Mr. Lao She wrote in "Lao Zhang's Philosophy":

The alleys are narrow and long. On both sides are walls made of broken bricks. The south wall is rarely lit by daylight, with a thin layer of green moss, and a few silver tracks crawling by snails in the upper places. Inside, it feels a little more spacious, but the walls on both sides are more broken.

Now the boy smashed his guitar and walked through this alley, which was rarely seen in daylight, with broken walls and graffiti.

But he didn't let go of the past.

Lu Jiajia remembered the hug on the roof that day.

"Well, are you really alive now?"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, he opened his arms, and his body was hot.

The corners of Lu Jiajia's mouth couldn't help but smile, and said: "He also used to have long hair to face the wind, and now he is still dressed in white." He didn't kill his former self, and they reconciled. ”

On the road of life, some people choose to put down the "watermelon" and move on, and some people choose to hold the "watermelon" to stay and wander.

And Meng Shi is a scoundrel.

He smashed the "watermelon" open, and walked while eating, not only sat down and rested for a while from time to time, but also threw the "watermelon rind" everywhere.

"What did you say!" Lu Chengkang didn't hear Lu Jiajia's words in a low voice.

Lu Jiajia didn't say it anymore, she thought of what Meng Shi said.

"I didn't expect that the person who knew me best was you, in the last life, your grandfather was begging for nothing to ...... you"

Although he knew that he was talking nonsense, at this moment, Lu Jiajia was willing to believe that there was a special fate between them.

It's like being in a sea of beep stations, and you can see that video at a glance.

It's like finally deciding to study abroad with my father, otherwise Beijing University will start military training in August, and I wouldn't have decided to go to the south.

"Dad! I want to go backstage to find him! ”

Lu Jiajia has the cool temperament of a big girl in Beijing.

Just as when she decided to find Meng two months ago, she said to Qin Qingxue, "I have his child, you must give me his contact information and address." ”

Now when she wanted to hug Meng, she said to her father, I want to go to him.

Lu Duancun looked at his daughter and sighed helplessly.

"Let's go! Uncle will take you there! ”

Lu Chengkang couldn't wait for Nizi to take Meng Shi home, so that the kid couldn't refuse his elder's request.

The project "Spring" has been launched, and there is only one male protagonist missing.

In his heart, the role of Wu Qing is none other than Meng Shi!

At this time, the lights on the stage came on again, and a person rose up from the lifting platform.

Tall build, gray hair, and a pair of glasses.

Lu Chengkang glanced at him, took out his mobile phone to contact the person who could let him enter the backstage, and then took Lu Jiajia outside.

Lu Duancun stood still.

He remembered that he and Meng Shi had argued again and again on the phone, and he only felt a headache.

You can only focus your attention on the stage.

I don't know when, but a huge canvas with white letters on a black background was already hanging on it.

The canvas reads "Mourning Lou San".

Zhang Renpei held the microphone and began to recite the eulogy in a loud voice:

"Friends,

Under this open sky, lying is an open man.

He is a descendant compared to the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, and he is a newcomer compared to the ancient civilization of 5,000 years.

But he and his colleagues created the "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan".

He's a musician!

Lou San's life was gone, but he sprinkled the earth with gold again.

Because! Music lives on!

Zhang Renpei's impassioned speech echoed in the venue.

Jia Shudao stopped Meng Shi, who was about to leave, and said, "Let's go out and talk when we have time." ”

"This has been trying to smash it for a long time, what are you doing with it." Meng Shi glanced at the fifth child who took the broken guitar back, and reached out to take it, "Just throw it in the trash." ”

"Don't, I'll buy this thing for tens of thousands of yuan now." Jiao Cong snatched the guitar from Lao Wu in advance.

Meng Shi took out his mobile phone and opened the V letter collection code.

"You transfer me two thousand, and it belongs to you."

"I took it myself with my ability, why should I give you two thousand!"

The corners of Jia Shudao's mouth twitched, he knew that these people looked down on him from the bottom of their bones.

But as a businessman, he has enough temperament to endure, because these are worth it.

In the face of interests, there is no right or wrong.

As long as these people can always maintain their value, don't say ignore it, it's a trivial matter.

On the other hand, of course, after there is no value, the accumulated hatred is repaid in one lump sum.

Jia Shudao lowered his eyes, took out his business card and handed it to Meng Shi, his attitude was always gentle, "You should be tired today, the nanny car outside has been arranged, I will ask the driver to send you back to rest, and we will talk in detail tomorrow." ”

Meng Shi looked at the business card that read "Deputy General Manager of the Chinese Business Department of Huashi International Music Co., Ltd.: Jia Shudao" and did not reach out to take it.

"What are you doing for me?" Meng Shi said and pointed to the fifth child, "Eight hundred miles of Qinchuan." ”

After speaking, he gave Chen He and Xie Xiangjie a punch one by one, and then pointed at himself, "Ma Lu Yazi." ”

Jia Shudao's face changed, and he and Zhang Renpei both thought that Meng Shi would join the "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan" under the leadership of "Qingxue Media".

Now it seems as if they were thinking wrong at some point.

This "road tooth" that seems to have appeared out of thin air will not be integrated with "Qinchuan".

Therefore, "Qingxue Media" made its debut by using the ladder of "Qinchuan" to push "Ma Lu Yazi".

Jia Shudao is accustomed to looking at problems from the perspective of capital.

After all, who would do such a thankless thing without a stake, and still fall on the handle.

In his opinion, if Meng Shi did not come to power with the purpose of becoming the master of "Qin Chuan", then Qin Qingxue would have made a bad move.

If Hua Shi did not sign Meng Shi in the end, he would have made his debut at the "funeral" alone, which would be enough to trample him to death.

However, Huashi made a move, so naturally there would be no accidents, and it was a big deal to buy it with Qingxue Media.

When the time comes, the propaganda will naturally go in another direction.

Jia Shudao looked at Chen He and Xie Xiangjie, and found that the hands of these two people were still trembling slightly, and couldn't help frowning, they were too much worse than Meng Shi, who was light and breezy.

But in order to be destined to be the peak of his debut, he doesn't mind changing the company's strategy.

Jia Shudao knew very well that people who engage in bands are emotional, and he just wanted to put a few words in advance, so that Meng Shi could go back and think about it at night, or ventilate Qin Qingxue.

Meng Shi suddenly raised his hand, frowned and looked sideways at the stage.

The people present couldn't help but quiet down when they saw him like this.

Zhang Renpei's loud and infectious voice came.

In the second half of this year, Huashi will launch the "Three Tours of Huangsha Memorial Building"! ”

"We will inherit the will of Lou San" Huangsha Qilin"! ”

"The age of real rock! It's just getting started!! ”

"The unicorn is immortal! Rock 'n' roll doesn't die! ”

As Zhang Renpei's voice fell, Meng Shi took a deep breath, he didn't expect Zhang Renpei to do this, with a ridiculous expression: "Is this flowering?" ”

Flowering?

Those present looked suspicious.

Oh, there are no "six learnings" here, it's really lonely.

Whether it is pure rock fans or people who come to catch up with novelties in the venue, after a baptism of top rock music, they were infected by Zhang Renpei's words, I don't know who started, and tens of thousands of viewers began to gradually unify and shout "Qilin is immortal!" Rock 'n' roll doesn't die! ”

Backstage, these veteran bands couldn't help but get restless when they heard the tsunami of tens of thousands of people.

The lead singer of "Steel Structure" suddenly stood up and said, "Let's go up and sing a song "Gift"!" ”

"The Gift"

There is one last song left, so you can sing it first.

Otherwise, they all sleep, and there must be one person who is awake, and the night is not very good.

There is the last cup left, let's divide it, our hearts are almost frozen, we should let it lightly, jump, jump.

In the end, you were left with me, and in the end, I became more and more melancholy.

……

Time has left a beautiful and a mess, and I'm glad we still have luck to sing.

We stand on the road, look up at the sky, and we are happy when we see the sun shining.

No one in the world understands me, so I'm lonely, but why are you so lonely.

……

When the spring flowers bloom and fill our balcony, you rush over again, excitedly shouting, hey, this time I'm the fastest!

Fly, you should fly, the blue sea and blue sky are just waiting for the arrival of the wind.

Fly, all fly, let all people, firmly believe that we are love.

……

The score of "Gift" was released by Qin Qingguo to create momentum in the circle for Meng Shi.

After the outflow, these people have seen it.

In this atmosphere, everyone goes up and sings a song "Gift", and the whole concert will be sublimated.

Everyone looked at Meng Shi, which was a sign of respect for the songwriter.

Among these people are "Eight Hundred Miles of Qinchuan" and Lou San's girlfriend Li Jiangshan.

As long as Meng Shi nods, Lao Wu will not object, and will shout for him: "Gift"! Lyrics and songs! ”

He didn't mind sending Meng Shi to the sky in one step.

It's just that... If so... In the tavern, he chose to forget.

Under everyone's gaze, Meng Shi suddenly smiled, and he said very gently: "I'm sorry, I had a problem with my expression just now." ”

The people present were a little confused by his laughter.

Jia Shudao couldn't help but stand up and control the field, and said, "I hope you can go to the ...... again"

Meng Shi's voice suppressed him, and at the same time, his eyes were also staring at him, "Is this one on the stage selling tickets in the third brother's mourning hall?" ”

"Let me ask you, is Hua Shi selling tickets at the third brother's mourning hall!"

There was a tsunami in the stadium.

The backstage was as silent as death.

———— the following is a humiliating self-inflicted foreshadowing————

"He also used to have long hair to face the wind, and now he is still dressed in white. He didn't kill his former self, and they reconciled. ”

No one should remember this, chapter 1:

In this world, I can not even contact my own mother for two years, which is really a gate boss.

———— the following is another humiliating self-interpretation————

In the past, Meng Shi carried the guitar from home to Sijiu City under Xia Qin's scolding.

The reborn Meng Shi went back with the guitar on his back and said that if you want, I will smash the guitar in front of your eyes, so as to knock open Xia Qin's beetle shell.

In the end, the "two people" together, in her gaze, smashed the guitar in the best place, and it was complete.

Xia Qin stood on the chair, she was dry in the eyes of others, but she let go of her heart, broke through herself, and really accepted it.

Reborn in a parallel world, this is a very interesting proposition.

Vague memories, unfamiliar selves, colliding thoughts, unfinished dreams, plausible worlds.

Everything needs to be run-in.

For a person who has lived a lifetime, whether money is important, or spiritual freedom is important, is also a question.

Good night.

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Thank you 12125783, thank you for your arrogance, thank you Bai Guan Yunfan, and thank you for my king ERK.