In the lounge of the street lamp, after the drifting, rough prelude, Meng Shi's voice was almost white and blowing.

"There are no rules in the world, and there are no scruples and imaginations

I can still stay for a short time and open my eyes to the world

All kinds of cigarettes and spirits, I don't care about them anymore

In fact, we are all the same, on the verge of depression

Finally, you jump out of the window, hear a crunch in your neck, and then you run out into the street and shout, don't do this! ”

Maizi stretched out his hand to press off the stereo, and his closed eyes and slender eyes trembled slightly.

The printer is spitting out words little by little.

- Horse Road

Words: Meng Shi

Song: Meng Shi

Drum: Xie Xiangjie

Keyboard, bass: Chen and

The song is cleanly written, fluttering, and empty, making people feel as if they are walking under a wide Zang area sky, and there are colorful prayer flags dancing in the wind.

Meng Shi's voice is like the falling rain on a rainy day, the flowing water in the mountains, and the birdsong in the forest.

But the recording conditions are very poor, and the track of the instrument deliberately covers the singer's voice, making people feel that he is carrying the collapsed sky, wrapped around prayer flags, just like the sadness and despair expressed in the lyrics.

Maizi asked people about Meng Shi's band, which was established for three years and disbanded last year.

Two Qinghua college students, with a boy who graduated from high school, except for Meng Shi, the other two people in the band have a bright future as soon as they graduate.

It is the last song of the road.

Maizi can imagine the state of Meng Shi when he wrote this song-

I get up every day, I don't brush my teeth, I don't wash my face, I don't touch my music, I don't do anything, I just sit in a small room without sunlight and congestion all day, lonely and cold night, my heart is tormented, hesitant, troubled, and I read softly, don't be like this 2018.

"Meng Shi, are you really doing well now?"

Maizi believes in the soul, and she feels that behind Meng Shi's freedom is loneliness.

"What?" Yuan Fei didn't hear Maizi's words clearly.

Maizi didn't open her eyes, didn't respond, and replayed the unfinished song.

"From parallels to sleeping pills, I lost interest in everything

We can still breathe a sigh and sink on the edge

Da~Da~Da

……”

In the sound of Meng Shi's gradual distant, Mai Zi let out a long breath, and opened his beautiful and clean eyes to look at the other three.

The three were silent.

Fragile things, once broken, can become gray and brilliant.

Ma Lu Yazi's crudely made swan song, Meng Shi's lyrics and songs that burst out of inspiration made the street lamps under the sun feel suffocated.

Gao Ben said in a dry voice, "Record it according to the original song first, adjust the bad recording, the misplaced audio track ......"

Yuan Fei said, "This is the ...... of the adaptation"

Gao Ben said, "Go through the original way, just follow the train of thought and bring up the human voice to see the effect......"

He said, his thoughts gradually smoothed out, "Moreover, the copyright download of this song is 0, and the sound quality is still so bad, let's change a few chords, Maizi's voice is so recognizable, we ...... after singing this song."

Maizi interrupted, "Cover." ”

"Huh?" Gao Benleng paused.

Outside the door.

Meng Shi put the chanting machine back in his pocket and raised his hand.

Before he knocked on the door, Chu Le asked, "Should we give her a little time first?" ”

Meng Shi withdrew his hand.

Chu Le took out the cigarette, and Meng Shi pointed to the smoke sensor on his head.

The lounge next to the studio is laid out like a school dormitory, with a corridor in the middle and a lounge on both sides.

It looks pretty simple, but the sound insulation is very good.

Meng Shi and Chu Le leaned against both sides of the door, and there was silence all around.

Qin Qian stared at the spray painting on the door.

It was the logo that Maizi had designed for her band, a black street lamp that was distorted and had no shadow in the midst of the blazing white light.

Chu Le bit his cigarette, turned his head to look at the door, and asked, "How do you think it will change your song inside?" ”

"She's not going to change." Meng Shi shook his hand and hammered the door hard, saying, "Pain is addictive, let alone fantasy." ”

Inside the door.

Faced with the doubts of Gao Ben and the others, Maizi took the lyrics that had just been printed out and said, "Don't change it, don't change a single note, not even the audio track, what is it like, what will happen when you get on stage, let the song suppress my voice." ”

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

Before Gao Ben and the others could express their objections, the three voices sank vigorously, as if the "knock" sounded as if the door lock was about to be knocked down.

Gao Ben, who was closest to the door, jumped up in fright, and angrily opened the door, feeling that it was dark in front of him.

Meng Shi, who is more than 1.8 meters tall, and Chu Le, who is 1.9 meters tall, stood at the door that was not wide, blocking the door tightly.

Gao Ben froze.

Meng Shi seemed to have never had a conflict with him, and asked politely, "Hello, is Maizi there?" I came to play with her. ”

Qin Qian was shocked by his tone as if a high school boy was asking a girl to do his homework together, could it be that this thing just discussed with someone how to send wheat on the road, is it my hallucination?

But the next moment, when he saw Meng Shi finish speaking, he ran away in astonishment, and pulled it away, Qin Qian came to his senses, this is a dog thing, don't have any illusions about him.

Meng Shi stepped into the lounge, and a figure threw himself into his arms.

He swooped, and subconsciously wanted to push away, but the strength from his waist and the face that was tightly attached to his chest made him slowly put his hand on the top of Maizi's head.

Mai Zi's face was close to Meng Shi's heart, and he whispered softly, "Meng Shi, you in 2019, you now, are you really doing well?" ”

Pain is addictive, not to mention fantasy, just as the Xinjiang minor scale coupled with a gorgeously distorted guitar solo can create endless melancholy.

Of course, using sorrow as an aesthetic object should be long, prolonged, and easy to indulge in.

Maizi's hair is thin and soft, and it feels very much like a yellow-haired girl's bridge.

Meng Shi gently stroked the hair of Maizi, who was as sad as a sheep at the moment, and said, "Girl, don't stay up late in the future, it's a little bald." ”

"Cough~cough~cough!" When Maizi threw herself into Meng's arms, she took out the mobile phone video, and Qin Qian, who was about to take it to her cousin's complaint, was almost choked to death by her own saliva.

No matter how independent and thoughtful a woman is, she can't bear this kind of words.

When Maizi let go of Meng, he took two steps back, reached out and touched the top of his head, fluffy and soft, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Maizi's good-looking eyes stared at Meng Shi.

Meng Shi looked at her with a stunned and suspicious expression, and finally reached out and patted her on the shoulder, saying, "It's really an iron-blooded hug like a brother, without a trace of softness." ”

Just framed someone else's baldness, and the yin and yang people have flat chests!

Qin Qian, who had just passed his temper, was choked again.

She now strongly suspects that the so-called thorny road is actually Meng Shi.

Meng Shi's two words shattered Maizi's sorrow and illusions......

No, the sorrow is even greater.

Before Maizi could go on the road, his heart was stabbed twice by Meng Shi.

She stared at Meng Shi's face, but there was no anger in her eyes.

Chu Le looked at the girl with clean eyes and said, "Have you figured out how to change it?" ”

Maizi said, "No, don't change." ”

Chu Le asked, "Where don't you change?" ”

Maizi said, "None of them will change." ”

Chu Le looked at Meng Shi.

Meng Shi didn't speak, picked up the lyrics on the stereo, picked up the pen from the ground, and began to write on it.

Wheat turned his head.

There are no rules in the world, and there is no scruple and imagination

I can stay for a short time and open my eyes to see the world

All kinds of cigarettes and spirits, I don't care about it anymore

Actually, we are all the same, on the verge of depression, and finally jump out of the window, hear a crisp sound in the neck, and then you run out into the street and shout, don't do this!

Maizi looked at Meng Shi in a daze, holding a pen and swiping on the paper.

Think.

Is there anything more intoxicating than sorrow?

Meng Shi put down his pen and said, "Maizi, go to the future." ”

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If this chapter can be ordered to 200 in two days, from the fifth to Chinese New Year's Eve, this plot will be written in seven days.