Yu Na committed suicide. On this night, someone was fragrant with lotus in ten miles, and the mountains were full of flowers. Some people looked out the window at the mountains and stayed up all night.

When someone is unscrupulously intertwined with another body and soul in the middle of the night. Some people sat by the window, smoking cigarette after cigarette.

Bancun stared out the window blankly. Everything is too fast. Too fast, too fast. Many times he even felt that this was a joke that everyone was playing with him.

I've been asking myself countless times. It's a prank, right? It must be a prank. But whether it is from Lao Bai or Dong Ge, their expressions and eyes verify that this does not seem to be a joke.

This is the story of what really happened. I can't figure it out anyway. Why did it become like this. All this is obviously good, and life is going in a good direction.

But all of a sudden, it all changed. In my mind, it was the words that Yu Na said to him before she stepped on the plane. It's like a nightmare, lingering for a long time.

She said: The moment he cut his hair short, it seemed that he was not in love. She said: What she loves is the free and unrestrained self.

She said: She unknowingly lived as a dog, and she followed him into a dog. A dog who even has to look at other people's faces in life.

She said: In the days after she married him, during the days in Canglan Pavilion, she lived a very depressed life.

It's as if their lives, their families, and everything that is closely related to them are shrouded in the shadow of that man.

Even air, it seems, is not free. The smoke is strong. In the dark room, only the light from the cigarette flickered and dimmed.

Like a beacon, like the eyes of a monster. The board sat there motionless. It seems that apart from holding cigarettes, lighting cigarettes, and smoking, there is no other strength in the body.

His phone lit up. Yu Xin came with news from China that Yu Na committed suicide. Bancun looked at the phone, and the blood vessels in his temples were jumping slightly.

"Uh-huh......" moaned in pain. Itachi held his head and buried his face in his knees.

"Uh-huh......" He squatted on the ground, leaning against the wall and slowly sitting down with his back to the window, and some strange sounds unconsciously came out of his throat.

The phone fell to the ground. Yu Xin's voice came from inside, asking if Bancun was okay? There was no response.

Yu Xin told Bancun that when she found out that Yu Na had committed suicide in prison, she also bit her finger and wrote a few words.

Bancun sat by the wall, looked at his mobile phone in the air, and pretended to be calm and said with a cold face: "What are you writing?" Yu Xin was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "For example, a big dream." ”

"Got it." Board inch casual response. Yu Xin hung up the phone. After a long time, the sound of a man crying could be heard in the dark room.

The crying was suppressed, as if he was afraid of making noise to others, or afraid that others would know. Bancun's voice was very rough, and the crying was very unpleasant.

The two wild cats outside the window screamed twice, and left in disgust, disappearing into the endless night...... After that night, Bancun resigned from his post as deputy head of the Mekong Self-Defense Force and also took away the rank of lieutenant general.

He found Jiang Yang and said, "Brother, I'm tired." Jiang Yang responded: Rest when you are tired. Bancun said again: I want to sing.

Jiang Yang said: Then sing, let go of singing, sing wherever you want. Subsequently, Soho mobilized resources through Blackstone Media, contacted the top rock bands in and around China, and set up a team for Bancun.

The best guitar, bass, drummer. State-of-the-art sound and equipment. The super factory in the center of the northern area of the whole Mekong has also been officially transformed into the largest stadium in the whole of the whole of the whole of the country, and it is also the largest integrated venue in Southeast Asia, which integrates the racetrack, racing track, football stadium and various stages of concerts and concerts.

Jiang Yang personally named the name: Dream City. A month later. Bancun put on a wig, put on a rivet suit, and led his newly formed band to the largest stage in Southeast Asia with a guitar, singing the whole of Meigang.

On that day, the entire venue was packed. The moment the heavy metal music sounded, everyone was boiling.

This is a song adapted from Dou Wei. A song that people all over the world are familiar with. The Internationale.

The board was disheveled, rampaging across the stage like a bison, roaring loudly. The roar pierced through the stadium, piercing into the endless night, heading straight for the bright stars.

"Arise, hungry slave!"

"Get up! People all over the world who are suffering! ”

"The blood is boiling!"

"Fight for the truth!!" The stadium, called the City of Dreams, is filled with people of all races.

They seem to be familiar with the melody of the Internationale, but have never heard such a penetrating and lethal adaptation.

At this moment, the whole audience was boiling. Everyone stood up and sang the melody of the song in their own language.

On stage, Ban Cun roared out his emotions with the most savage and crude voice and the simplest singing voice, as if all of them had been released at this moment.

There are three floors on the stage. The best viewing position and the most luxurious private room. Jiang Yang stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the roaring in the audience, and even the blood vessels in his neck were bulging, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Bai Chengen also looked at the audience and said, "Why did he suddenly sing such a song, what does this kid want to express?" Jiang Yang smiled and shook his head: "You ask me, I ask who to go." Bai Chengen pointed to the audience: "If you don't do it with a good captain and lieutenant general, you will jump up and down on the stage wearing a wig, what will it become, isn't this self-willing." Jiang Yang looked back at Bancun and said lightly: "Fallen?" ”

"I don't feel depraved."

"On the contrary." Jiang Yang took a deep breath and said, "I think it's good for him to be like this." ”

"Crazy." Bai Chengen said: "Even if he's crazy, you can go crazy with him." Jiang Yang looked downstairs and pondered.

After a long time, he took a deep breath: "Let him go crazy." Jiang Yang tidied up the neckline and cuffs of his clothes, turned around, and looked at Bai Chengen.

"People are all for life."

"Just a few decades." Jiang Yang raised his head, squinted at the ceiling for a long time, and then continued with what he had just said: "Do what you want, say what you want, express what you want." ”

"Yu Na hit him hard."

"Sometimes if you think about it, I do manage too much and too wide for the board size." Jiang Yang looked back at the window: "It is only today that I really understand." Bai Chengen looked at Jiang Yang.

"No one is a savior, and no one can change the fate of others." Jiang Yang said lightly: "Sometimes I deliberately change a person's fate and the trajectory of life. ”

"It's not a sane thing."

"Even ......" Jiang Yang paused for a moment and laughed at himself: "There will be retribution." After saying that, he smiled slightly, reached out and patted Bai Chengen on the shoulder, and strode away.

Bai Chengen looked confused, pondered Jiang Yang's words carefully, and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

"What." Bai Chengen shook his head and chased outside, his mouth still yelling.

"Crazy."

"All crazy......"