Ma Yi came in with four people from the "back garden".

He's still dressed like he was last time in "The Band", that look.

Small-eyed people look down at the white-faced beard, wearing a gray bucket hat, torn, and a T-shirt with a lot of things painted on it, but wearing it the other way around.

The forty or fifty-minute performance of the tongue sword was violent.

The guitar is either roaring or like a knife sawing a file.

The bass is dancing, and there is a crackling solo.

The keyboard is weird and arrogant.

The lead singer shouted as he ran around.

Several people were sweating.

A different T-shirt was glued to the horse, printing his ribs that protruded because of his thinness.

Lao Wu moved the zither in front of him.

Meng Shi stood up, and Jiao Cong and Chu Le were still sitting.

When I was in "Band" before, Tongue Sword and Meng Shi introduced each other.

So Ma Yi pointed to the one he brought over and flew and said, "This is the lead singer of the back garden, and Fei." ”

Then they were introduced in turn: "Drummer Yusei, guitarist Shirakawa, bass Zhang Cong." ”

Before the performance started, several people had seen each other, but Ma Yi was held down by Jiao Cong before he could be introduced.

Meng Shi walked a few steps, stretched out his hand, and said, "Meng Shi, Qin Chuan's lead singer, guitarist, old five-string music, Jiao Cong's drummer, Chu Le keyboard." ”

And Fei hurriedly stretched out his hand to shake his hand and said, "Long admiration, long admiration, long admiration." ”

And Fei wore a dark gray coat, very long, so long that it was almost flush with the upper of the shoe.

The black curls were scattered over his shoulders, as if to add a black frame to his pale face.

Meng Shi said: "I think it won't be long before you will be more popular than Lao Ma." ”

And the band that the flying four only formed this year, I don't even know why Ma Yi took them out to perform.

Hearing Meng Shi say this, people froze and didn't know what to say.

The horse's eyes drooped, and he couldn't see emotion.

In reality, the horse rarely speaks, and if he speaks, he is slow.

It's like during the performance, the person who walked around the venue with a manic spray, holding the microphone in both hands and showing a fierce look, had nothing to do with him.

Jiao Congle was happy, shook his head and said, "That's true, Ma Yi, a person who has been left behind by the times, is still playing criticism." ”

Qin Chuan broke away from this style in the early years and turned to pure music and humanities, while Meng Yueyuan and others began to study the "soul" twenty years earlier.

So Jiao Cong somewhat disdains the tongue sword.

Ma Yi is a Han born in Ulumuqi, but he was deeply influenced by Lao Cui.

The music of "Tongue Sword" always carries a slow prelude and distorted noises.

When Ma Yiyi's body is stretched, his hands are clenched into fists, and he looks at the audience or musicians with his small eyes, it is as if he will take out the murder weapon from any part of his body at any time and rush to kill, which is very aggressive and easy to ignite something.

Now he is looking at Jiao Cong with this kind of eyes.

Meng Shi glanced back at Jiao Cong.

Jiao Cong swallowed back the dirty words that came to his mouth.

Jiao has only served two people in his life.

Now one was watching him from heaven, and the other was standing before him.

It seems that he has anger that needs to be vented all the time, and now only Meng Shi can really calm him down.

The fifth can't do it, the fifth can only let him restrain himself.

This may have something to do with the fact that Jiao Cong was the first person to shout Meng Shi's name.

It's a sense of fatalism, something metaphysical, and there is no reason for it.

Meng Shi sat down with Tongue Sword and a few people in the back garden, and said: "Criticism is not a reaction of resentment, but an active expression of a positive mode of existence, it is aggression but not revenge, it is the aggression that a certain way of being naturally has, it is a sacred evil, without it, perfection is unimaginable." Rock is love and peace, and the tongue sword is the form that must exist. Is the tongue piercing? That's right. ”

Ma Yi's little eyes were about to crack, but he didn't speak, he wasn't the kind of person who was good at articulating.

And the flying few people looked at Meng Shi fixedly.

It is better to be famous than to meet, and it is better to meet than to be famous.

It's awesome.

If you don't face to face with Meng Shi, you will never know what kind of person he is.

This is a fitting description of the tongue sword that still maintains an aggressive tongue in this era.

"Good! You can say that again! Awesome! Jiao Cong clapped his hands violently and said loudly, "Horse, don't you give me Brother Meng a knock?" ”

To be honest, he didn't understand much, but that didn't stop him from reacting.

Meng Shi threw cigarettes at a few of the smokers and said, "This is Deleuze's "Nietzsche and Philosophy", I am a high school graduate, under the red flag, growing up in the spring breeze, a stinky younger brother, who knows a hammer to criticize, love and peace. ”

Jiao never cared and said, "It's awesome anyway." ”

Meng Shi ignored him, looked at Erfei, and said, "Do you want to make money as a band?" ”

And Fei Fei nodded with difficulty in Meng Shi's gaze.

In 2019, there is still so much soil for anger, and love is over.

Meng Shi lit a cigarette and said, "Actually, you have mastered the wealth code. ”

In the puzzled eyes of everyone, he folded his fingers and said: "The title of the song should be long, the lead singer should be shy and gentle, and the voice should be small." The reverb should be loud, or the rhythm should be well-jumped. The overall atmosphere should be romantic, or inspirational, dreamy, and literary. The lyrics should be simple, preferably with the sea. There is no need to release a full album, and the scene is not necessarily strong, but as long as the above conditions are met, the ticket will definitely be available in seconds. ”

And Fei felt that what Meng Shi said was like holding a machine gun and shooting at him, and for a while, it was like sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in the back, like a fish in the throat......

Chu Le puffed up, "Damn, this is too real, Ma Yi was like a sick person on stage just now, and he scared the little girls of the people, how can they attract people." ”

Meng Shi said to Erfei: ""Next to me is a bright and dark window" is really well written. ”

Jiao Cong said: "But it's a bit too much to pay tribute to "Two Days". ”

Lao Wu, who had not spoken, lowered his head and fiddled with the guzheng, suddenly said: "Why don't you put your logo on others, a song is written, someone likes it, it is a good song, even if only one person likes it, keep listening, it's enough, the music you like is the best music." ”

This is not like a rock man in his forties, with a dark complexion, a burly body, a bald head that has not been shaved for a few days, and white "burrs" on his sideburns, like a bandit, can say gentle words.

But Lao Wu is such a person.

Lao Wu has no other problems except that he likes to let people fight for him and slash him.

Meng Shi patted Lao Wu's arm vigorously, and said to He Fei, "That's right, what you like is the best, don't care about the evaluation of the so-called insiders." ”

And Fei nodded vigorously.

Ma Yi said slowly: "Qin Chuan is never like a person now, just like Maca just sang, he is a yellow dog hiding from the reflection of the sun under the eaves......"

Meng Shi said: "Jiao Cong is my brother. ”

The horse was silent.

Jiao Cong sneered: "Horse, you should be glad that you have a nervous disorder, otherwise you will end up with that kid in the morning." ”

Jiao Cong repeatedly provoked, and the people around Ma couldn't sit still.

Meng Shi extinguished his cigarette and said, "Give me face." ”

There was some tension in the atmosphere, and it fell silent.

There was a violin sound outside.

Maizi stubbornly resisted the call of thousands of viewers for the "Blue Lotus" and chose to sing her own songs.

And it's not a song that is suitable for live performances.

The European classical style brought by the violin, or the style of the film score, mixed with the muddy drums, almost overdosed, but before the over-sensationalism, it stops just right.

Like a fairy, Mai began to sing songs that mortals could not understand.

It's psychedelic, but the audience doesn't like it.

Because the factory where the tongue sword is heating up, it is gradually getting colder.

Meng Shi looked around, didn't find what he wanted, and shouted upstairs: "Manager Liang, do you have a book that can play music?" ”