"Drift north, don't ask my hometown

"The towering ancient city walls can't stop the sorrow~

"I drifted north, whether my family was okay or not

"The heavy bag on my shoulders is full of melancholy~"

The imperial capital, in a dark, lightless basement.

Tan Jing's soul-immersing circular chant came from the old tape recorder, and the eyes of the man sitting in front of the bed extinguishing one cigarette after another were slightly rosy.

Before he reached the age of thirty, the short inches he had shaved to save money were already faintly visible in the dim light.

The pirated tapes of low quality had serious broken and lost sound when Zhou Yi's sharp rap was sung, but the man was still smoking cigarettes one after another.

It's just that the right hand holding the cigarette is still trembling slightly because of the upsurge of emotions.

"Some people say that he owes a bunch of money in his hometown and needs to take refuge

"Some people say that he has practiced martial arts, but he has not had the opportunity to show it

"Someone has lost themselves and is at a loss and drifting around

"Some people are ...... to support their families for their dreams, for three meals"

I don't know how many times I have listened to Zhou Yi's singing, this time it finally broke through the psychological defense line in the man's heart, and the simple but word-for-word lyrics were like a knife into his chest, but he couldn't resist.

Obviously his eyes are red, but he can't cry all the time.

Away from his homeland, he came to the imperial capital, a first-tier city that could make money, to live in a dark basement with others, and learn to be a painter.

The daily food can only be said to be a little better than eating bran vegetables, and you can earn dozens of yuan for a month's work, and you have to be taken away by the master who brought you.

In this way, he also had to save money to send some money to his family, because he also had a younger brother and a younger sister at home.

He thought he could withstand it, and he still laughed every day.

Until my roommate got back a pirated tape, saying that it was a song sung by Zhou Yi, who was very popular last year, and listened to it. After all, the genuine ones are too expensive, a CD is a month's salary, and a cassette tape is a third of their salary.

By comparison, the pirated tape that his roommate got back cost just a few dimes.

Because it was rented at a small pirated video store at the intersection.

Two dimes can be rented for one day, and one dollar can be listened to for five days.

For a person like Yao Li who can't wait to wear a set of clothes all year round, this is already the most extravagant enjoyment activity he has on weekdays.

Listening to those feelings and loves, imagining the rivers and lakes, happy and hateful.

Everything was fine, but today it was sung by Zhou Yi's song "Drifting to the North".

"Fuck, what are you doing singing so well......"

After snuffing out the cigarette butt on hand again, Yao Li, who had washed his face, scolded Zhou Yi, but after turning his head and seeing the tape packaging box that his roommate put on the table, he still wrote down the young man on the cover who seemed to be in two worlds with himself and went out.

"Huh? Brother Yao? Do you also come to rent films? ”

In the small video store at the intersection, a young man who was holding a disc in his hand saw Yao Li, speaking Mandarin with a Hebei accent, and greeted him with a smile.

"No, Baoqiang, I'm not interested in watching movies today."

Yao Li scratched his head, and turned his gaze to the old man sitting at the counter shaking a pu fan: "Rent a box of Zhou Yi's CD, "Jiangnan". ”

"No, it's rented out, if you want to rent it, hurry up in two days."

These days, the little old man who has heard the name "Zhou Yi" calloused in his ears does not raise his head and says: "The fastest "Jiangnan" tape to be returned is two days later.

"If you want it now, there is a big store three streets away that sells genuine copies."

“……”

He wanted to buy the original.

Yao Li, who was speechless, could only plan to come back in two days, and just as he planned to come back in two days, the guy from Hebei named Baoqiang spoke-

"Brother Yao wants "Jiangnan", I have one over there, if you want to use it, I can borrow it from you for a few days."

Wang Baoqiang, who had just come to the imperial capital and began to look for opportunities, said with a smile: "The last time I went to the crew, someone gave it to me, but there are two songs that I can't listen to anymore, which are very harsh." ”

"Can you listen to "Drifting to the North" and "Gangnam"?"

"That must be possible!"

"Okay, lend me a few days."

In the vast number of imperial capital North drift groups, the popularity and love of the song "Drifting to the North" even exceeds the first title of Zhou Yi's album "Jiangnan".

It's just that most of them are pirated copies like Yao Li and Wang Baoqiang.

The only people who are really willing to spend money to buy genuine CDs or tapes are those who have made a little money.

Among them, bar singers are the main force in the North Drift group to buy genuine albums-

For example, Huang Bo, who owed a lot of money because of the bankruptcy of his business, was forced to run out of his hometown and return to the imperial capital to make money to pay off his debts.

After participating in the movie "Get in the Car, Let's Go" last year, it did not bring earth-shaking changes to his current situation, and this year he is still a resident singer and a runner.

As a resident singer in the bar, Zhou Yi's new album just released is naturally the key track he can sing to make money.

As a part-time legend in the bar circle of the imperial capital, after Zhou Yi became popular, when he first came to the imperial capital, he also sang in major wineries to make money and accumulate the first pot of gold.

Of course, after the end of the World Cup in 98, Zhou Yi's so-called part-time singing is purely Tu Yile.

Huang Bo has heard more than once the magical story of some lavish women in the bar who spent a lot of money just to chase Zhou Yi to sleep for a few days.

Whenever in the dead of night, Huang Bo, who listened to Zhou Yi's songs and learned songs, would feel a little emotional.

At the beginning, Zhou Yi begged him to sing wherever he went, and the bar owner even gave money just to keep him, and there were beautiful sisters from all walks of life rushing to post upside down, and it was said that every day was like the emperor choosing a concubine.

As for him, his singing is not bad, and he is still recognized in the bar circle as a resident singer who can sing Zhou Yi's songs that have not yet been recorded into albums.

Although it is not without women, the quality can only be said to be unsatisfactory, and the quantity is not much.

Unless he uses money.

However, he doesn't make much money singing.

As a person who has been in a band for a long time, Huang Bo, who aspires to become a big name in the music scene, has encouraged himself with Zhao Chuan more than once, but the cruel reality has hit him completely.

And now, Zhou Yixin's song "Drifting to the North" really made him almost depressed.

The experience of this song is almost perfect for him.

"Alas......"

Looking at the MV in Zhou Yi's new album, Huang Bo, who started to learn songs again, slapped himself twice, trying to keep himself from thinking nonsense, let's try to learn Zhou Yi's songs well.

He still has to rely on Zhou Yi's songs to make money, eat and pay rent.

Thanks to his singing skills and abundant feelings, although he is not good-looking, he can also claim to be a bankrupt and shrunken version of Xiao Zhouyi in the bar street.

In fact, the owner of the bar where he sang has always promoted him in this way.

After all, Zhou Yi will not come back now, and it is chilling to touch porcelain to make some money.

Until—

"What do you say? There is a little Zhou Yi in the bar street who is a little famous for singing? Next Magazine is going to dig up my material over there? ”

June 21.

Zhou Yi, who had just finished his sixth new album signing session in the imperial capital, received news from his agent Qian Jiang, and raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Just go, they can't dig anything in the bar street." You can't wear it, it's because you don't die fast enough. ”

He sued for defamation.

The news written in the media is not as big as the big sister I know in the bar street, so it's a big deal to hold a press conference and make a PPT to prove her innocence.

ps: Tomorrow is still the fifth watch

PS2: Forced to work overtime remotely tonight, grass!

No overtime pay yet!

(End of chapter)