Li Qingning just got in the car.

The phone rang.

She glanced at it, her originally cold face slowly smiled, she put down her phone with a smile, fastened her seat belt, started the car, and drove out of the community.

Jiang Yang also put down his phone.

He continued to write the script.

The third brother greeted the waiter, asked for a glass of lemonade, and put it in front of Jiang Yang.

He sat next to him, looking at the dense book, "What script was written?" ”

"A divorced man, a road movie that came out in the company of his friends."

Jiang Yang said

"Movie scripts?"

After the third brother got an affirmative answer, he didn't bother Jiang Yang anymore, and sat back again, one after another, Hongshan and Zhuang Qi came, and Wen Nier also came over, tonight is the first performance of the band, they have to take a look.

Jiang Yang didn't look at it.

Li Qingning called him, the car couldn't drive in here, Li Qingning was waiting for him outside.

Jiang Yang packed up his things, put away the script he had written, returned the notebook and pen to the boss, the boss was watching a movie, stretched out his hand to take it, Jiang Yang glanced at it, he was watching "Waiting Alone", and he was quite fascinated.

"I'll go first."

Jiang Yang greeted Hong Shan, who was chatting.

Zhuang Qi: "You don't stay here to watch the show?" ”

Jiang Yang: "I made an appointment with my wife to go to dinner." ”

Jiang Yang waved his hand at them and walked towards the door.

Hong Shan told him: "Slow down. ”

"Got it!"

Jiang Yang's figure disappeared into the flow of people gradually outside.

Winnie suddenly remembered: "Jiang Yang didn't drink bars? ”

Third brother: "No. ”

Viniel sat down reassuringly, and was just about to speak, when the boss next to her, who had been looking at her phone, put down her phone.

Vinelle asked him, "How is this movie?" ”

"It's good."

The boss touched his pocket and asked Hongshan, "Is there any smoke?" ”

Hong Shan just wanted to say yes, thinking that his daughter-in-law was by his side, "No, no." ”

The boss looked at the third brother, who took out a cigarette case and handed him one, "Can you smoke if you have a bad heart?" ”

Boss: "The heart is not good, and it's not that the lungs are bad." ”

He said, picked up the cigarette case and went out.

The third brother just took out the lighter, "You don't need fire?" ”

The boss waved his hand with his back to him, "I have." ”

The third brother couldn't put down the lighter in his hand, "Good guy, there is fire but no smoke." ”

Vinnier asked Hong Shan, "This look is wrong." ”

The owner's name is Gongzi.

When Hong Shan used to play with stones, he also played with poles for a while.

Hong Shan didn't see it: "Really? ”

He turned his head to look outside, there were a lot of tourists outside, many couples, through the crowd of couples, I saw the pole walked to the opposite side, under the tree on the side of the water, standing by the white railing smoking, and his body was sluggish.

The boss watched "Waiting Alone", and he was very emotional, not that he had a person by his side, and now he regrets it. It's that he's the one who walked away, and the girl he likes never found out that he liked her.

The girl likes his buddy.

His buddy does have a brush, plays a good guitar, and has long flowing hair, which is particularly attractive.

They grew up together.

The girl and buddy are beautiful and talented, just like the protagonists in idol dramas. And he seems to be a supporting character who was born to exist as the protagonist. Buddies and girls have a good family background, and since he was a child, he has been wandering in the alleys with a pole, fighting, watching movies, buying discs, and even chasing stars for the first time and playing guitar, all of which are brought by buddies and girls.

They are colorful, and the poles are like people without color, silently staying around, stained with some of their refracted light, as if they are much more dazzling.

But he really likes girls.

On the night when the girl slept with her buddy, the bar didn't sleep all night, and his body was bent together like a shrimp.

Later, Gongzi tried to make himself colorful, so he fell in love with lifting the bar, pursuing mavericks, rock like heavy metal, and music like niche, just to make himself lose a little more color, even if it can make the other party's eyes more bright.

The pole took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke was already at the end of its time.

He pumped half, the wind pumped half.

Later, ah.

The girl broke up with her buddy.

Gongzi felt sorry for them, and he was very happy. But soon, the girl left the city with a backpack and a guitar, and the buddy also left the alley and slowly became a singer.

But—

My buddy is very unlucky, he debuted for two years, he just became famous, and the king debuted.

Then, the Great Demon King took away the Heavenly King's first newcomer award.

Since then, the entire music industry has entered the era of the two kings.

In that era, it was not the staff around Shuangwang who suffered, nor the fans who cheered for them.

It's hard for other singers, if you want not to fall behind, you have to learn and work hard to improve yourself, even if it's ambiguous, otherwise the trend will become popular, the audience's taste will rise, and the singer is still singing songs of the previous style, who will buy it.

That's when his friend fell behind and is now a music studio owner.

The two friends each ran into the distance, leaving the pole still in place, like a chicken, looking at the pigeon and envying their freedom.

But—

Last year, Gongzi got the news by chance that she was back.

She was a resident singer on the street.

Gongzi hurriedly went over to see that it was indeed her, still with long hair fluttering.

She was dragging a very large suitcase, no longer the backpack. Gongzi stood there looking at her, and sighed for no reason, no one likes heavy luggage. But before you know it, the luggage becomes heavier.

That's life.

He lit another cigarette and paced slowly towards the bar where the girl was singing.

I don't know why, Gongzi suddenly thought of Jiang Yang.

He felt that Jiang Yang was very similar to him.

Of course, this is to put gold on his own face, he is a senior licking dog and a barricade, and he will be spurned by people when he says it.

There is a big demon king in Jiangyang.

They're not all the way to it.

Gongzi just thinks that there is a little similarity in their personalities.

In the afternoon, when they were talking about the music of the Great Demon King, Jiang Yang listened silently, especially like when he went out with his former buddies and girls, buddies and girls talked eloquently, as if they knew everything, he could only listen to them from the side, some introverted, not confident, and some-

It's when a lot of people sit together, a lot of people are colored, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, and people like them are like people who don't have color, they sit there silently, no one cares, no one leads the conversation to you, asks your opinion.

And then—

The bar felt like he had put gold on his face again.

Jiang Yang is different from him.

Sitting there today, the focus of the crowd like the stone naturally led the conversation to Jiang Yang.

The third brother will pour Jiang Yang a glass of lemonade.

Hongshan will tell Jiangyang to slow down.

Winnie would ask Jiang Yang if he had drunk with concern, for fear that he would accidentally fall into the water.

Why?

The pole spit out a smoke ring, he really felt that he was the same as Jiang Yang, he was the kind of person without color.

He stopped.

Sitting on a chair near the water and by the road, looking through the crowd and through the glass, I saw the girl he had been thinking about, holding a microphone in her hand, wearing a plaid shirt, sitting lazily on a bar chair, singing a ballad.

Because of the Great Demon King.

Suddenly the bar understood.

He and Jiang Yang were originally the same kind of people, but because of the Great Demon King, Jiang Yang's colorless magnificence was incomparably magnificent.

It's like a dream that Gongzi had when he was a child, he was going to marry the plaid girl who was singing in the bar now, and then everyone's envious, jealous, and concerned eyes would fall on him, as if it was the embodiment of his life value.