This is a relatively old community in SJZ, built in the eighties and nineties of the last century, and are all five or six storey red brick buildings.

The ground is potholed, the old-fashioned telephone poles are one in the east and one in the west, and the wires are like a mess.

Tang Qingyuan's family of three lives here.

Tang Qingyuan is almost fifty years old this year, an ordinary worker in the factory, and he has long passed the age of chasing stars.

But recently, I fell in love with a song called the Qingmangshu band, so I listened to it on the Internet if I had nothing to do.

Of course, everything he looks for is free, and he doesn't listen to NetEase Cloud's recharge VIP songs.

Although he likes a band very much, he still doesn't want to pay a penny for it.

Listening to songs is just a pastime.

I am still a little reluctant to pay for recreation.

I heard that the Qingmangzu Band is coming to SJZ for a concert, of course, he can't buy a ticket to enter the venue, today is the weekend, and he just doesn't work overtime, and his wife doesn't come back at night because of the night shift.

He went to the commissary at the entrance of the community to buy a bottle of beer and a plate of peanuts, sat at the small dining table, and searched for videos about the concert on the Internet with his mobile phone.

The organizer of this kind of live performance will definitely not broadcast it live, and all he searches for are pirated copies secretly taken by fans on the spot.

The effect is not very good, the picture is shaky, and the sound is noisy, but I can still barely hear the singers on the stage.

I want to go to Guilin

I want to go to Guilin

But when you have money

I don't have time

Tang Qingyuan was eating peanuts while humming this song to the music.

The lyrics are cheerful and nice.

He had never been to Guilin either.

I didn't go there when I was younger, and I haven't been there now.

There is no time, and more importantly, there is no money.

Of course, if you grit your teeth and go to Guilin with your family, you will still have to spend tens of thousands of yuan, but it's not worth it.

There are so many places to spend money at home.

My son just graduated from college this year and got a job but the salary is not high.

Later, I will fall in love and get married. The important thing is the house!

It costs money.

Thinking of this, are you embarrassed to take a few thousand dollars to play leisurely?!

Just look at it at home and on the Internet.

Not paying a penny is like listening to a song.

"Juvenile Brocade Time", "Baqiao Willow".

He basically sang the songs of the Qingmangzu band, drinking and eating peanuts while humming along, Tang Qingyuan also felt very happy.

The more than two-hour concert is coming to an end, and he also wants to know what song Yu Dongqing will sing about SJZ.

Until this song "Kill the Man Called Shijiazhuang! appeared.

The name is not flattering.

But listening to it, Tang Qingyuan felt very familiar with the lyrics inside.

Stone medicine, People's Square, octagonal counter.

The nouns that had been dusted in history appeared in front of him again, and he fell silent.

The door opened, and a young man walked in.

"Dad, I'm back."

Don't look at it, it's his son Tang Bin.

"Where's my mom?" As soon as Tang Bin entered the door, he looked around and asked.

"Night shift."

Tang Bin didn't say anything more, and just as he was about to enter his room, he suddenly found that his father, who was sitting at the small dining table, seemed to be a little wrong today.

The eyes are red.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Tang Bin asked in surprise.

"No, nothing." Tang Qingyuan hurriedly wiped his eyes and asked, "Have you eaten?" ”

"I've eaten it." Tang Bin replied casually, and suddenly found that his father's mobile phone was playing a live performance by the Qingmangzu Band, but it was over.

He knew that his father was a fan of the band.

Tang Bin remembered the news he saw on the Internet and said. "Dad, I heard that the song of our SJZ by the Qingmangzu Band at today's concert is not good, and it is a little slanderous about our international village."

"Slander?" Tang Qingyuan slowly raised his head and looked at his son.

"This is a social truth and a piece of history, but some people don't know, or they pretend not to know." Tang Qingyuan smiled and said.

Tang Bin looked at his father's somewhat old face and suddenly thought of something, and wanted to talk to his father, but his father was silent as usual and didn't want to say more.

After singing all night, Yu Dongqing didn't sleep the next morning, got up and went to the hotel restaurant to eat a buffet, Zhang Yang They also arrived, and several people sat together to eat and chat.

At this time, Luo Yun hurriedly walked in, her face was not very good-looking.

"What? Didn't sleep well last night? Yu Dongqing asked with concern: "Let's go to the food, the food here is not bad." ”

"Holly, take a look at the hot search!"

"Heh, it's on the hot search again?" Yu Dongqing took out his mobile phone and opened it to look at it, and his face was a little unsightly.

"What's wrong?"

Zhang Yang, who was sitting opposite, also took out his mobile phone, and his face became ugly.

"The killing of that Shijiazhuang man sung by the Qing Mangzu Band is a slander against our city!" Suddenly ranked first in the hot search!

"Holly, I'm worried that it will affect you and your band!" Luo Yun voiced her worries.

"Impact? What is the impact? It's a big deal that fewer people listen to it, will it break the sky?! "Yu Dongqing doesn't care.

It really doesn't matter.

"You eat. It's okay, you have a good rest today, you've been tired for the past few days. Yu Dongqing said.

"Hmm."

Luo Yun saw that Yu Dongqing was so calm, and the anxiety in her heart also felt much younger, and she picked what she liked to eat with a dinner plate.

Originally, Yu Dongqing and the others planned to go out for a walk in sunglasses, but Luo Yun strongly advised them not to go and stay in the hotel honestly, including the organizer Tenglong Company.

Say that the song you sang last night had too much impact, don't go out and something will go wrong.

Yu Dongqing, although they are not worried, but they also have to think about the organizers, and they are also under a lot of pressure.

So I didn't go anywhere at all, just stayed in the dormitory, and it was good to sleep and chat.

Public opinion on the Internet began to be one-sided, but slowly some people began to reflect on this issue.

Yu Dongqing didn't look at these either.

In the afternoon of the next day, he took the band on a plane to Zhengzhou, the third stop of the tour.

Thanks to the cannon to fight mosquitoes, book friends 20220321200520491, and pond fish fat monthly passes

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