The sun is setting and the night is falling.

Dean and his party drove in from the south side of the strip.

Along the way, there are luxury resorts with their own unique characteristics and strange shapes.

The Rock's Hotel is one of them, and from a distance it looks like a World War II-era black wine jug.

Dean got off at the Akagawa restaurant across the street from the hotel, looked across the road from the building, and counted the floors.

On the top floor of the 20th floor, several rooms have been lit up.

He bowed his head and walked into the Sichuan restaurant, the hall was full of guests, most of them were Oriental faces who had just gotten off work from Chinatown, and the spicy aroma filled the air with wine glasses. Well, this Chinese restaurant has a license to sell alcohol.

Dean chose a private room with more privacy.

"Nourishing chicken soup, spicy chicken, spicy fat sausage, mapo tofu, boiled pork slices, back to the pot meat, fish-flavored shredded pork..."

But every time the name of the dish landed, the corners of Rust's mouth twitched, and his face trembled with fear.

"Thai spicy!"

"Believe me, the ability to eat spicy food can be exercised and grown, and when you get used to the spicy taste, you will enter a new world of food, and enjoy endless treasures waiting for you to explore!"

"! The last time I ate with you, my mouth and ass were on fire, and I came home and pulled all night. Rust looked ashamed about the unbearable past, "Grace almost called me an ambulance, this time it will definitely not work!" ”

"I can't eat spicy." Britney Spears hurried to speak.

"Dean... Okay, okay. Liam hurriedly begged for mercy, "Except for Caroline and you, we can't stand the spicy." ”

Dean regretfully closed the exclusive menu and asked the eldest sister for a popular menu,

"Then come to the orange peel chicken, kale beef tenderloin... Well, the fish-flavored shredded pork, the back pot meat, and mapo tofu are retained... A spicy chicken is addictive. By the way, two more cases of Budweiser. ”

"Don't you never drink?" Rust operated the chopsticks crisply and pinched the air twice,

"Order it for you, let everyone relax." Dean thoughtfully placed a can of beer in front of everyone's chopsticks, except for himself, "By the way, Noah, Liam, why don't you bring your girlfriend with you this time?" ”

Liam's face darkened,

"Cynthia was not physically injured, but she was traumatized psychologically and became very sensitive, and she was so scared that she couldn't do it at the slightest disturbance, and the effect of seeing a psychiatrist was not good."

"Immediately entering the summer vacation, her family asked her to stay at home and recuperate."

"Marie's condition is even more serious." Noah sighed, "The barbecue party turned into a bloody massacre, and she had a psychological shadow, locking herself in the house alone, and even her father's barbecue restaurant was afraid to go." ”

The originally comfortable atmosphere at the dining table suddenly became a little sad.

A shooting case has far-reaching consequences.

Dean remembered the reports he had read in his previous life.

Not all survivors of the shooting have returned to normal, and those in severe cases have been unable to break free from the psychological shadow for the rest of their lives and have become depressed.

"You're really unlucky." Robert took a sharp drag on his cigarette and exhaled a blurry circle of his eyes.

"It's all over, don't mention so many sad things at a happy party." Kadi picked up the teapot and filled it with steaming Sichuan specialty Laoyin tea for everyone.

At the same time, the waitress placed a plate of orange-peeled chicken with a golden color in the center of the round table.

Pairs of chopsticks begin to clumsily scramble for the chicken nuggets coated in the sauce.

"Then say something happy." Dean chewed on the sweet and slightly spicy chicken and frowned, "During my hospitalization, I was so idle that I chatted with my injured classmates and their families... It's pathetic, trapped in sadness and unable to extricate itself. I wanted to do something to help them vent their pent-up emotions and convey their thoughts about the deceased. ”

"And guess what? I got a little new inspiration, a new song. ”

Poof!

The agent took a bite of chicken stuck in his throat, his face turned red, and he almost didn't hold his breath.

"You're not kidding? You can find inspiration in every hospital, is Elvis Presley possessed? ”

Liam, Carty, Noah, and Caroline looked at it like a cat that smelled fish, and their eyes were green.

"I'm not kidding, the song is in my head now, and I haven't put it on paper yet, but I've got the name in mind—"

Dean sneered and pulled open several jars of Budweiser rings, placed them in front of the crowd, and then smiled and did not speak.

The crowd was very good, and saluted him with a beer, and Robert dried the small half can in one go, and the small eyes behind the thick spectacle lenses were full of longing.

"Well, this song is to commemorate the classmates, teachers, and their families who died in the shooting on the beach at Lake Mead, I hope they are all well in heaven, and I hope they can feel the thoughts from the world and the tears of deep affection from their relatives. That's why this song is called tears in heaven. ”

"Tears in heaven?"

There was a moment of stagnation and silence at the table, and for a moment everyone could only hear the clash of dishes and chopsticks in the hall outside the box next door.

"A condensed poem." Caroline commented.

"Boy, how did you grow your brain? What a hype talent! The name alone gave me the urge to hear it! Robert looked at Dean with fiery eyes, "At this critical point in time, launching a song to commemorate the deceased, as long as the quality is excellent and can move people, the Las Vegas government, LVPD, Nevada State High School, and all sectors of society will spare no effort to support and publicize to calm the anger of the public." ”

"This new song hasn't been released yet," Liam exclaimed, taking a hard sip of his beer, "but it has a huge advantage in terms of innate conditions, and it can easily attract the attention of Las Vegas people." ”

"Isn't this using the dead to hype, is it really good?" Rust weakly objected.

"It's called commemorating the deceased. Dean, do you want to hum a few words? Britney folded her hands on her chest and mercilessly interrupted her boyfriend's speech.

Dean raised his teacup, and the crowd followed him as he lifted the jar and clinked glasses.

The wine splashes and reflects a sparkling light in the air.

"Do you have a guitar?" Dean looked around.

"Carty, go back to the car and fetch your guy!" Robert roared.

Less than five minutes.

Dean had an extra yellow acoustic guitar in his arms, tuned the strings with the help of Carty, took a deep breath, and played with his fingers,

"I'll just sing a few words, and it means."

"Can you remember me, if we meet again in heaven."

The youthful voice and sad melody contain magic, which instantly brought several listeners into the atmosphere and quietly put down the chopsticks that picked up the dishes.

I must be strong，and carry on

Carty, Liam, and the boys frowned, and Britney, who was most sentimental, looked at the air in the distance, as if familiar faces had appeared in that place.

Cause I know I just can’t stay here in heaven

……

One minute.

Dean put down his guitar and his gaze swept to his side.

A few listeners were unresponsive like puppets.

Rust stared blankly ahead with his mouth open,

Robert was holding the burning cigarette butt in his mouth, his eyes glazed over.

Liam flattened the beer can, his forehead furrowed.

Britney covered her face, shrugged her shoulders, and sobbed silently...

Is it so outrageous? Isn't it just a song?

"What do you think?"

"Not bad... I can mobilize sad emotions, and I seem to hear my long-dead father. Rust said gloomily,

"You deliberately want to see me laugh, right? Dean—" Britney wiped her wet, red face with a handkerchief, her expression spilled out in sadness, and she became a little relaxed, "You know that several of my friends are gone forever, and you deliberately use this sad melody to tease me. But does it feel better to cry? ”

"It's a lot more unpretentious than your last Amazing Day," Robert commented professionally, "the feelings are sincere, there are no superfluous embellishments, but they can earn tears the most." But with all due respect, this song doesn't look like someone your age could have created it, and of course I'm 100% convinced that it's your original! ”

"Also, it's not good morning rock 'n' roll style, it's a blues transition to country music, can the band sing it?"

"Change the song and make it easier, why can't you sing it? It's even more gimmick for our shooting witnesses to perform it! Caroline gritted her teeth and fought,

"It's almost almost sung, when we sing it famously, someone will naturally come to the door in the future." Cartie Gang Cavity.

"I have a strong suggestion," Robert said, looking at Dean, "strike while the iron is hot, record a demo within a week, contact the distribution company, and sing it at your high school's memorial service on the 1st of next month!" A day late, a lot of popularity will be lost in vain. Dean, you have to agree, and we can go back and draw up the contract and discuss the details. ”

"The contract aside, I have one condition, after the release of this song, the cassette, the single... A portion of the gross proceeds goes to the families of the victims of Lake Mead. ”

Dean said solemnly.

It's shameful to use the deceased to promote it, but it's not a bad thing to donate a part of the proceeds to the family of the deceased, right?

It can be regarded as making up for the debt in his heart.

"Even thought of this? Occupy the moral right point, make people irreproachable, and promote it for free," Robert said exaggeratedly, with round eyes, "This idea is worth at least 100,000 dollars!" ”

……

Everyone had a heated discussion about the new song, and even Rust and Britney, two outsiders, joined in and argued with a little red face.

On the contrary, Dean didn't care about himself, except for nodding his head from time to time, he kept urging him to drink.

"What the hell are you doing today?"

Caroline blushed and smiled,

"It's not trying to get us drunk and do bad things, is it?"

"That's right!"

When the table was full of messes, the companions staggered, exhaled a heavy smell of wine in their mouths, and their eyes wandered.

Dean hugged Caroline, who was red-faced and hot-skinned,

"I said I wanted to have fun today, so don't go back."

Dean looked out the window,

“let’s go！ The Rock's Hotel, I pay! ”

……